Monday, April 28, 2008

NONe MoRal PoliCeS Me !!

Ok..finally I guess I have decided to come out of my cave and start blogging again..Feel just about perfect to blog..

Now I do not understand this ..What the hell is wrong with our politicians?Well I have never understood their ways anyway..Why on earth cant they do what they are supposed to do rather than become our daily moral policing squad..Now they have a problem with the cheerleaders of IPL now..They think they are provocative,they think it is very occidental,the dresses are too short,instigate the male testosterones and fire them up and what not?

"I cannot understand the necessity of cheergirls at the IPL matches. I am not against any new

concept, but Kolkatans are not yet ready for cheergirls," West Bengal Sports Minister Subhas Chakraborty.

“The scantily clad foreign girls’ dances are certainly obscene and do not gel with the Indian sensibilities, culture and ethos,” the minister said.

"exploitation of women" Termed one womens group.

These were the comment's passed by some of the groups on the recent cheerleader melodrama in the much debated Indian premier league.what are my views on this?

These cheer leaders are contracted proffesionals and should be treated like professionals rather than crying over the culture doom.The so called protectors of moral India fume over a point made by a lot of people that they are watching the whole thing with their families and it would not be appropriate to have cheerleaders spill cleave all over the screens.Now dont tell me that all is well other than this IPL cheerleaders.infact right now while flipping through the channels I come across normal bollywood songs which are almost as provocative or suggestive and i hardly see what the leaders and other so called women organisations are grinning about?

There are a lot of other issues to see to than taking up the measuring scale and see how long the skirts of washington reds or any other god damn blues are?Can we have the leaders just do what they are meant to do?Let them go and solve the myriad problems that the farmers have and are suiciding every hour all over.Go provide electricity to the people who are stll in dark in this era of globalization,curb INFLATION for god sake.

Moral policing is a sign of a society that is being repeatedly knocked by the fists of change but people are still apprehensive towards it as they feel that it will sweep them off their ground as their principles are not built on strong elements.

The crowd for their part is purely enjoying each and every moment of the action.A lot of the action however takes place in the television sets which go perilously close to the bodies of the beautiful women.

Now I am not comparing the cheer leaders with the kind of dresses the bollywood actresses wear or anyone wears for that matter because I do not have any kind of objection to that too.i wont get anywhere comparing them with a Mallika or a Bipasha,rather than thinking about them!!The politicians have really sunk so deep in the abyss of vote ballot that they really do not mind using the name of any public event to forward their ideas and there are enough people who find a topic and cling on to the thread while the matter is hot.

You might be thinking why on earth am I hell bent to protect the so called scantily clad females..Well I am not supporting them.. Yeah some of them are scantily clad but then unless we hear from the real people ,and not the govt.(although its supposed to be an elected representative)It goes nowhere.Yeah the girls can go seek some clothes keeping in mind the family involvement in watching these IPL mom watches it non stop..although none at my place has any problems)..But then the only thing that troubles me is the level of involvement of the moral police. Agreed that it might be obscene but then again the moral police troubles my sense of freedom..I say it would be even better if there are cheerleaders in draped in Indian culture.As my friend Saema pointed out(hey..I have put your suggestion ok!!)..Probably places like Mohali can do with some Bhangra and stuff like tht..Let s give each place to showcase their culture..But don’t go all guns blazing going around the inch of cloth by which the cheerleaders are covered by instead come up with solutions you.. you..‘LEAD’ers!!

Let me take the Scarlette keeling murder where are the politicians there ,on that issue?None has issued a single statement regarding the safety of women especially foreign women on indian soil.Molestation news is just another passing by element in the news staple.rather than trying to give justice her mother Fiona is accused of man slaughtering and being a careless mother and many other adjectives instead of finding what actually happened to scarlette,and now the person accused has accused her off defamamtion..Well there is some one liner you have for such situations where the thief becomes the one to charge..But then I dont remember what shit that was..well I am digressing off the topic a little I believe..

From my point off view its pure fun and frolic,well,for any other guy it would be fun Iguess.Then there comes the issue of them hogging more limelight than the cricket ..well I wonder if there is no quality cricket,how many would come to see only the dancers.Now whatever happened to ICL..They had dancing damsels too and none raised any voice cos it would be hardly heard.Wasnt the national moral security under threat that time?

I dont know but then I rarely find any approval with the men in white and I hope many others too dont agree with them or I would be labelled as a 'pervert cricket lover'!!Any different point of view is welcome so are alike views..

Now as I am posting this there comes the news that Delhi has banned the cheerleaders!!

God save us all!!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Go Goa ! !

pic on the left-calangute beach..

Ok..So here I am thinking of what to blog and I come across our goa pictures,when we had gone there during February..10th to 13th,to be precise..
So here I was in Pune thinking of where to go next and then a plan came in that we would go to goa..Who would say no?I was with eugene ,tariq,sahil and naseeb..I reached first in Goa and dropped down by a place that goes by the name of Mapusa and was hoarded by a group of auto ,taxi drivers and for the first time I saw bike drivers..bikes as taxis..and went to the rooms that we had booked in celjoan and waited for the others to come in and meet up by 1 PM ..Had a nice coffee that sali (the guy at the hotel )had prepared and picked up the menu that was hidden in the room to find out that it was 50 bucks for a normal cup of coffee and I am not talking about coffee day or barista..but a normal joe home made coffee!!Nice start I thought..
Soon everyone joined in and we decided that it was just the first day and we wouldnt spend much..We were on a shoe string budget(significance of shoe string will be told later on) as all the students are when they plan an unofficial goa trip..We went to a place nearby to have a light meal and go off to the beaches..Apart from food everything else was there on the menu..Well to all who havent been there..The menu in all goa restaurants starts with drinks and ends with them,with a small portion of the menu dedicated for food to the people who rarely have it and you will have to search for it with your glasses on..Goa runs on liquor ,well its as simple as water there,if not for the delicious fish there ,i dont think anyone ever would have eaten anything..We ate ,We drank and We sat there and the bill came close up to 1500..oops..and it was supposed to be just a light meal.even better start I thought!!our pocket holes were already getting drilled without even going out anywhere..The whole day swivelled from one beach to another and so on and finally ended up at Baga and were there till 2 at night..Singing along with the karaoke and humming to the old classic english tunes (old classic,i suppose ,cos we had never heard of them..we just pretended to know them)..lip synching along..The whole day was spent in the beach shack and we reserved water sports for the next day..on our way back we meet this guy called shivaji who tells that he can arrange anything..girls,stuff or anything that college guys would like..we say 'no,thankyou'and he gives this look that says 'go screw yourself then!!'we happily go past and just take the invitation for some private European party there..that was fun although we were like people on a lost island with all European chicks and tall 6 feet and 7 feet guys surrounding us..well i am 5'6..So you can imagine how dominant they would have been..everyone had fun and guys told that I was probably a little out of control..I would not dare to mention any of the details here probably..but then I remember this totally drunk guy who accidentally or probably purposely poured this whole can of beer over me but then who would get angry in such a jovial place called goa..He said cheers,i returned it back..and and and we had shark meat in the shack although i dint know that it was shark.if I had known I would not have had it.It is a protected species damn it!!but then probably I would have had it cos you always want to do something that you havent done before..Afterwards we weNt around and around the small area..circling all the hotspots there,none seemed to be sleeping and finally retired in our rooms at around 4 or 4 30..

Day 2 pic above-Parasailing at calangute

Why is it that one wakes up late for college and exams and things like that eventhough one haS been sleeping like a pig for 10 hours and still yawn the whole day but wake up damn early ,sleeping for just a couple of hours and feeling damn active,when its not required so and there are no exams and one can actually afford a long sleep?Dont ask me.I dont know..
So we all woke up really early thinking how to chalk out the rest of the day and decided that we would go for water sports the whole day..I was damn excited as it was something that I had never done and the unknown always stretches ones imagination.Here we were in this shack at calangute beach and were getting ready for the para sailing and signed a last minute form that said that "We are above 18 and Whatever happens,it is not their responsibility and we have undertaken this at our own risk and the sole responsibility for everything lies on us." That literally meant 'hey..the rope around your waist might get cut and you might fall into the vast sea and never to be seen again..dont blame your will ready?
Para sailing turned out to be a dampner as I got bored up in the skies seeing nothing but the vast blue sea..Well i could have just sat at my home and watch some animal planet or something to see the sea.I dont know if it was only me but I wasnt I had to make up this story of seeing this school of dolphins in the water but to my dismay I found that everyone had made the same story..there was a bit of water scooters after that and then totally dissapointed by the water sports we went back..we had an king size lunch and an equally royal dinner and a even lighter wallet.
So here we were thinking what could be done for cheap here.Our 4 day budget had busted inside out in 2 days..So we decided to hit the roads the next day and dedicate it fully for travelling.. The sunset pic we took was the defining pic tht it goes.. The Sunset Pic

Day 3
pic 1-the wierd church at night 2..

Day three and we get fresh ,skip breakfast to save money and hit the roads and go to lots of places..The beautiful aguada fort,lonely churches,panjim,madgaon,some famous temple,bomb jesus church,st.xaviers church,ribandar..
Hold on tightly as the action just starts unfolding.On the way after our aguada fort trip was done..I hit a car that had some students in it and what better?I hit it in front of the goa jail..and that too when the collector of goa is making an appearance there that day..Nothing happened to me but I heard tariq swearing at me..The car had two deep bumps as if it was hit by a meteor ..One was by the bike and the other was by Tariqs huge ya..he had all the right in the world to swear at me..situation gets even better..there is this huge group of policemen coming and they start charging towards us and everyone had two words 'oh!god' and some had 'got fucked!'The police people shooed us away with contempt and told us to leave from there and passed by..relieved..I was almost thinking that we would be behind the bars for probably disrupting the collectors schedule(not 'we'..but atleast I was sure of myself) and have our pictures flashed all over the next days local news..the guys n the car left and we were like 'wow..nice people..they dint even ask for anything?' we march on again without any damage minus tariqs knee and go on to have lunch and guess what we see in the next turn..those guys with the damaged car ,waiting for everyone had only one word 'fuck!!'
however we act damn friendly and see for any damage in the car(not that we meant it but that was the only way to make sure they remain friendly to us..or more exactly..they dont turn hostile..or more exactly..they dont kick our ass!!)even they were all nervy cos of the accident and we convince those guys that the damage is only worth a couple of hundred rupees and nothing more..i dont know what on the earth made them believe us but they actually let us off,just taking my phone number!!I mean I wouldnt have done the same if it were me..the whole car had a minimum damage of 3000 written all over its sexy back!!and here these guys beleived that it would cost only 200.
we left for our way and carried on while i had numerous calls from them ,which obviously i did not pick up..well i felt bad for them and empathised with them but the problem was that we were as tight as they were on finance..if they ever come across this all i can say i sorry..then we went to anjuna beach and old goa and all the other places left in goa and finally returned back at 10 or 11..end of day 3..well not to be the end so soon..we go to some famous temple in old goa..which someone told was just 10 km but in the end we ended up traversing close to 40 kms..alls well and we go to the temple and come out,,have tea(for the first time in goa) and start our bikes and not again!!now tariq has lost the keys to the bike..after searching for an hour and making no headway ,we try opening the bike with the activa key and voila!it opens..after passing some 5 kms..tariq wants to go back again and searches the temple and there he finds the key which was kept safely by the priest there..someones sixth sense was all working great..then the church in picture where we went at night around 2 o clock to have some wierd fun and as soon as we go to the church the dogs start barking and we find that closeby there is a cemetry and eugene runs back for his life and gobbles down a beer to feel relieved..we were there for an hour talking all haunted stories and daring each other to go around the church alone ,when suddenly the main light went off and came back again..that was it we thought and speeded away to safety..a little bit of sweat trickling from our foreheads..

enter day 4..

Day 4

1stpic-sahil me and naseeb @the station ,stuck without any cash.

2nd pic-eugene dozing away in the train back to coimbatore..he will still say that he was not sleeping..cant change him..

3rd pic-a beautiful dolphin model made by a goan.

we are leaving today and morning starts pretty pleasantly with sahil coming and telling us that those guys whom we hit had lodged a complaint with the police as they had noted down the bike number and they had called up the resort owner wher we were staying and they were claiming 4000 to settle it off ..'screwed again' said everyone and thanked me for giving them such a memorable trip..well i had no fear as i knew that either ways we would get jacked..cos we had hardly a 1000 with us so paying them was out of the question..we made naseeb take his hostel fees money so that we could pay it off..we go out and after a lot of convincing he takes his money and evryone starts to laugh!!why??it was a bloody prank played to get some money out of naseeb who was saving money by eating chips and veg in goa!! goa!!mission successfull and we head for lunch and have anither wholesome meal and bid goodbye to the mr.sali and jack and catch a taxi..well..we have almost a thousand five hundred bucks with us and are on an extremely shoe string budget and we planned to come by a general train to coimbatore as it would cost only 180 bucks..this was our plan..four peoples ticket would cost us around 180 x 4=720 and another 700 for the taxi and 80 bucks for travelling the whole journey!!
we had to drop tariq off at the airport as he had to go to delhi and the taxi driver takes us to the station..we board down and then something strikes..damn it!!this was not the station..we had to get down at madgaon..screwed again!!and the taxi driver shouts at us for not telling which station and wants 900 rs till madgaon..well we had to give in..and ran back to the airport,borrowing a 500 from tariq..telling that we would put it back in his account(had to tell tht to get the cash)..we reached the station ,offloaded everything and guess what ..the 2 30 train has left and we sit there till 8 at night not having cash to go anywhere..while taking the tickets we realized that lo!!there was not enough cash as we had paid 1000 fr the taxi..we start running all over again and call up friends back home to put some cash and just save being in the goa station forever..
we travel in the general compartment where you can not lie down or do anything and is crowded till the last inch..we survive the whole journey on 2 teas and a couple of vadas..we slump on each other and somehow make it till the end and survive to see another day..but thats not the end either!! now we were in the coimbatore station and fighting to bring down the auto charge from 80 to 70..cos we dint even have that much..not a penny more not a penny less and after we reached back we counted all the 50 ps and the 5 rupee coins that we had and said 'screwed again' for the last time..reason:we had only 69 rs with us and the auto guy also sweared something in tamil and finally we were back in our room ..thinking that evrything is over and about the amazing journey we had..
suddenly realization dawns upon..its feb 15 th and 14 more days to go fr the month to get over(damn again..this february had an extra day when i dint want it)and here we were with combined assets of about 50 rs for the whole month..'screwed again'one more time we say staring at the ceiling fan..
and then?there is a ring at the door and we open it to find out that there is a letter for me ..bad luck read "dear customer,your internet bill has been due for the past one month,kindly pay 1500 by 20 th of feb" 'screwed again' i say..then i see another bill for the cable and newspaper and rent and i say ..i dont say screwed again but pick up the phone and arrange for some cash from my friend..

Monday, April 7, 2008


I cant believe that i am just surfing the net aimlessly right now from one link to making a facebook account to going on to searching for bipasha wallpapers.i have got an exam today and i actually logged on to the net to find some answers for some important questions and instead ended up learning about the bermuda triangle phenomenon and the origin of the murphy s law story..if only whatever we had to study was made more interesting and practical!!its 2 30 roght now and my exam is at 9 30..7 hours inbetween and i will have to wake up a little bit early too.that leaves me with ,say,a four hour nap.played TT and were in the swimming pool the wholeday thinking that we ll study later and shit its 2 30 right now and have learnt just 8 questions!!neither am i feeling sleepy neither do i want to study right now.i dont know why i am wasting my time writing all of this..

Sunday, April 6, 2008

caNt beTTer tHiS act!! we played table tennis for a couple of hours and then came back to the room after some high voltage duels and then something made us laugh and roll ,when we came back to the room.
we all came into the room ,all tired after the matches and there was naseeb sitting in the chair and watching a mallu movie..we all started laughing our heart out when we saw that..did not find that funny?well the real thing starts now!!he was actually watching a movie,where he had played the second cd first and then the first cd..and here he was sitting tightly on the sofa with full concentration,trying to make some sense of what all was goin on in the movie.he even had all the fans off so that he would not miss a dialogue..c'mon would know after 10 minutes or so that it is not the starting of a movie when the title doesnt come up.and he took 45 minutes to comprehend the whole situation of not getting the cd s right and that too when someone told him for the second time that it was the second cd..earlier when ug had told asked him as to why he was watching the second cd first ,he thought that he was conning him..and here he was,our einstein,working his brains off to understand what the movie was all about and why on earth was everyone getting younger and younger in the movie as it went on.i get reminded off the sid the sloth off the Ice!!even he cant beat you on that one mate!!i bet..all hail the king..

A Quiet and peaceful day..

Just came back after a nice movie and read a few blogs through the orkut blogger community links.tomorrow onwards exams are starting and i need to give in some decent effort for the exams.went out today with friends and had lunch with them.i,ug,prnz,javi,sahil,sundar,naseeb,anmol and nidhya.had lunch at mary brown and then went off to boomerang just to sit and kill some between me,javi,prnz and sundar went to a clothing showrrom and just decided to pass some time there and make someone buy something if possible too..well thats what happens when you are with javi,he will suggest you a shop from where he needs to buy something and finally all others who are accompanying him end up with a purchase bill and he walks off it could have been prnz's turn if only the shop had the correct fit for him,but that was not to be.
then we went to Boomerang and i was getting totally bored and totally uninterested in the conversation going around and so i thought of picking on anmol and asked her why she wasnt talking to another female in the class ,although i had no business of enquiring about it.but then the discussion soon blew up much more in proportion than i had planned and i wasnt grumbling about it either..while everyone was having a dig at her ,i took a back seat and just saw the proceedings.and naseeb actually called up that female and then we actually spoke to her about the issue !!and she also agreed to go along and talk to her..just that anmol requires some time probably.but then just think of it??i simply took over the issue because i was getting plain bored and it actually turned out to be pretty beneficial..midas touch!!
after everything , we left the place and i saw this book vendor by the love for books has no bounds and always end up buying books .the one i bought today was the story of GOOGLE..i dont know how relevant the story is now because google is one company where the rules of the game change within a tiny bit of a second,but then i thought of going ahead and buying it.Having read Paulo Coelho's 'flowing like a river', a collection of short stories,i waS thinking off picking one his books 'veronika decides to die',but then laid off from that thought.then there were the regular dose of sex books and fantasy books as usual.
hey!right now i even wanna post an article on some of my friends,individually,as to what i felt about them or feel about them.hmmm...i will do it later..

Saturday, April 5, 2008

sorry !! too good to resist !!

well..sorry javi!!i had to do this..was exactly the kinda thing that i was searching to plot on you..this is one pic that i am sure wont happen again for a long time..well i can hear you talking in the other room right now,not knowing whats happening..i could have not put up this pic but then what the hell?its my blog and i can embarass anyone i want or do whatever i wanna hit back,make your own blog or just brood over it!!! was just getting bored and stumbled upon this ,,bad luck!!

Friday, April 4, 2008

Final Day At College..

So..the farewell also got over yesterday with the awrds day bringing down the curtains on the college days.well i am not that emotional right now like the way i was feeling the other day .but then the sentiments seem to be rubbing off to other people.for some time yeaterday sahil felt sad i believe and then after the party was over ,when we were dropping the girls off to the college ,hema confessed that she had till that time thought that it would not be hard to bid goodbye but then now,it was particularly hard and not so easy.well its gona be like that way till the new set of friends arrive..i believe..
yesterday started off with the awards day and had a lot of performances by the juniors.they held the whole function beautifully had so many performances that it it was too much to handle in the end.we had to sit there for five hours ,after which the curtains were drawn ,ending with prnz and co s performances..curtains were pulled down with a farewell song and everyone lit up a candle each and waved in the air ,making it emotional(although i dont feel much emotional) and making it extra hot too!!everyone wanted to sport a kurta and so we went to the place close by to buy kurtas and bought one each.came back to the room by about six and got ready for the party at jennys.the last year photo of which i had put up in a post earlier titled "its march...."that time i certainly did not think that i would be posting our farewell so soon.right now i dont feel like posting anything but then i have to because i will try evading it if procastinated the party started at around 6 30 and we reached there by 7 30(late as usual)..everyone was already on the dance floor,well not exactly dance floor,but grass floor..everyone was dancing in the lawn with the surdy DJ mixing up some average music.we all had dinner after that and then went out in the lawn and sat there and spoke non sense till 10 30 and clicked a few pics here and there,when the organiser came and told that the hostel girls had to be back by 10 30 and that it was time for them to pack up.accompanied them till the hostel,recounting all the old stories and gossips and incidents ..there s something about the night and cool wind blowing on your face,that turns you honest and humble and let everything out in the right sheds off all the inhibtions and act very simple ,letting the heart rule over the brain rather than the other way around that happens more oftenly.and everyone was letting out whatever they felt .when you are deeply into something,you never know when time flies by and woosh!!we had walked from the jenny club till the hostel and suddenly felt that it was too short a distance to confide over everything and were not exactly in the mood to be going back, the devil in me had a secret wish that someone should cry among us but then that was not to be..but then you cant have everything the way you want and then we went back to the place where the party was taking place and everyone joined in and had lots of final departing pics taken.well,we four five guys were sitting on the stairs inside the lobby and it was as if we were asking indirectly for our pics to be taken and everyone passing by actually came in and took a pic.well anyone would have seeing the way we were seated ,one after the another in a row on the was inviting enough for a pic to be was as if we were desperate to get photographed more and were sitting on the steps so that none who passes by could miss us.everyone who strolled by gave a warm smile and took up their cams and had a photo taken .not that we were complaining :)

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The dead man who wore pyjamas!! (2)

Well..Now the end days of college are pacing in and I really feel grateful to all the friends who have been there around me and have been with me regardless of what I have thought of them.and exacltly when I was feeling damn sad and down that I would have to leave my friends all over again and start a new life once again,I came through the above article by paulo coelho,well in this case the one i have mentioned below in the other blog.I am not a big fan off Paulo Coelho s books but then some of his short stories in the book 'like the flowing river ' were beautifull.I was someone who always bragged or boasted that I will not be missing my friends neither the college life here but then now since the end days are really darkenning around me and making their presence felt in a god damn hard way,I feel nostalgic of each and everything that I see around and try associating that place with something I have done when the early days of college were still setting in.
It all happened yesterday,when we went for dinner and we ended up in a place which was shown to us by our seniors that time ,the time when they were leaving.Now I find myself in the same place and then I actually confessed to my roomies that I was actually feeling sad that moment as we would be parting each other.Something that I have never done before ie I have never told anyone that I would actually miss them but now I do.I even told them that we will sleep together for the coming days in the same room and share all those moments we all had till that time(no matter how gay it sounds!!)..
Yes..I was feeling sad and down when I came across the page on Paulo Coelho s book and that really shook me up.I indeed am thankfull to all the friends and people who have supported me till now.thanks a lot!!!

Have a nice Day

The dead man who wore pyjamas!! (1)

well this is one of the excerpts from Paulo Coelho's book 'like the flowing river'.was just reading through it and felt how relevant it actually was in todays life.well i will first write down the story as the book says beccause it is too beautiful to alter.well it goes like this:

"I read in an on-line newspaper on the internet that, on 10 June 2004, in Tokyo, a man was found dead in his pyjamas. So far, so good. I think that most people who die in their pyjamas (a) either died in their sleep, which is a blessing, or (b) were with their family or in a hospital bed, meaning that death did not arrive suddenly, and they all had time to get used to 'the Unwanted Guest', as the Brazilian poet, Manuela Bandeira, called it.

The news item went on to say that, when he died, the man was in his bedroom. That cancels out the hospital hypothesis, leaving the possibility that he died in his sleep, without suffering, without even realizing that he wouldn't live to see the morning light again.

However, there remains one other possibility: that he was attacked and killed.

Anyone who knows Tokyo also knows that, although it is a vast city, it is also one of the safest place in the world. I remember once stopping with my Japanese publishers for a meal before driving on into the interior of Japan. All our cases were on the back seat of the car. I immediately said how dangerous this was; someone was bound to pass, see our luggage, and make off with our clothes and documents and everything else. My publisher smiled and told me not to worry; he had never known such thing to happen in his entire life (and, indeed, nothing did happen to our luggage, although I spent the whole of supper feeling tense).

But let's go back to our dead man in pyjamas. There was no sign of struggle or violence. An official from the Metropolitan Police, in an interview with the newspaper, stated that the man had almost certainly died of a sudden heart attack. So we can also reject the murder hypothesis.

The corpse was found by the employees of a construction company on the second floor of a building in a housing development that was about to be demolished. Everything would lead us to think that our dead man in the pyjamas, having failed to find somewhere to live in one of the most densely populated and most expensive places in the world, had simply decided to live in a building where he wouldn't have to pay any rent.

Then comes the tragic part of the story. Our dead man was nothing more than a skeleton wearing pyjamas. Beside him, was an open newspaper dated 20 February 1984. On a table nearby, the calendar marked the same day.

He had been there for twenty years.

And no one had noticed his absence.

The man was identified as an ex-employee of the company who had built the housing development, where he had moved at the beginning of the 1980s, immediately after getting divorced. He was just over fifty on the day he was reading the newspaper and suddenly departed this life.

His ex-wife had never tried to get in touch with him. The journalists went to the company where he had worked and discovered that the company had gone bankrupt immediately after the project was finished, because they had failed to sell any of the apartments, which would explain why they did not find it strange when the man stopped turning up for work. The journalists tracked down his friends, who attributed his disappearance to the fact that he had borrowed money from them and hadn't been able to pay them back.

The news item ended by saying that the man's mortal remains were returned to his ex-wife. When I finished reading the article, I kept thinking about that final sentence: the ex-wife was still alive; and yet, for twenty years, she had never once tried to contact him. What can have been going on inside her mind? That he didn't love her anymore, and that he had decided to cut her out of his life for good? That he had met another woman and dissapeared? That this is simply what life is like once the divorce proceedings are over, and that there is no point in continuing a relationship once it has been legally terminated?I imagine what she must have felt when she learned the fate of the man with whom she had shared a large part of her life.

And then I thought about the dead man in pyjamas, about his complete and utter isolation, to the point that, for twenty long years, no one in the whole world had noticed that he had simply vanished without trace. I can only conclude that worse than hunger or thirst, worse than being unemployed, unhappy in love or defeated and in despair, far worse than any or all of those things, is feeling that no one, absolutely no one, cares about us.

Let us say a silent prayer for that man, and thank him for making us think about how important friends are."

well as i simply searched for the above article and there were people who had actually written it down on their blog,so just had to copy,paste it.