Im d man who cant be moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do
How can I move on when I've been in love with you

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Policeman says son you can't stay here
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl, oh whoa
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet
Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street


Script

Sleepless nights

When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye's... checking if my dream came true.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly... my pillow I hold.

Don't you see it in my eyes

You don't know how I'm feeling.
I have yet to vocalize
Desire deep inside me.
Can you see it in my eyes?

I tremble when I'm near you
Heat travels up my thighs
and I want you with an urgency
That I just can't describe.

Dare I reach out to touch you?
Do you think you'd realize
How much I want and need you?
Can you see it in my eyes?

I long to say, "I love you,"
But am scared of your reply.
Terrified like a child
I've become paralyzed.

The camouflaged emotions
Lead to pain and silent cries.
And yet I just can't tell you.
Don't you see it in my eyes?

Valentine

Little David comes home from first grade and tells his father that they
learned about the history of Valentine's Day.

"Since Valentine's day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish," he asks,
"will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?"

David's father thinks a bit, then says, "No, I don't think God would get
mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?"

"Osama Bin Laden," David says.

Why Osama Bin Laden?" his father asks in shock.

"Well," David says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish boy could
have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might start to think that
maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if
other kids saw what I did and sent valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a
lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much
he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."

His father's heart swells and he looks at his boy with new found pride.

"David, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard."

"I know," David says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines
could blow the crap out of that motherfucker!"

CaNt Be eXplaineD

There is a feeling I can't refuse
A love I won't abuse
For without u I'm sure the sun wouldn't rise
This love is such a surprise

I now understand cheesy love songs
Now that you have come along
These feelings won't go away
I want to see you everyday

I thought about u

Standing on terrace watchin d moon,
i saw ur face instead of moon,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Singing in the rain,
trying to forget all the pain,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Watching the flowers bloom,
sniffing their sweet perfume,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Watching the sun rise along with u,
feeling the early morning dew,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Hearing the birds chirping in the sky,
watching them happily fly,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Hoding thy hand walking aong the roads,
keep this memories stored unfold,
Thts the time i thought about u.

The world around me is at race,
without u my time has no pace,
Thts the time i thought about u.

When i cose my eyes,
the world seems so nice,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Watching the river calmly flow,
Experiencing the cold breeze blow,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Watching the moon glow bright,
Remembering the tym, whn u hod me tight,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Those memories brought tears in my eyes,
I sat there as cold as ice,
Thts the time i thought about u.

Strolling in the park,
the tym when i felt that spark,
Thts the time i thought about u.

People say there is no smoke without fire,
Hope u can feel my strong desire,
Thts the time i thought about u.

When i see it in ur eye,
all the feelings cum back which r impossible to defy,
I just cant stop thinking about u.............
Thnks Panna 4 value addition.

LOST and fOund

Hey mister did u see my heart
my hearts gone missing.

i tried to hold him back
but he set out in search of my sweetheart

Last tym my heart was broken, I vowed not to give my heart out to anyone,
but she is not just anyone she is special.

its so very difficult to control the feeling
incase the heart gets broken again
torcherous will be the process of healing.

In search of my heart i reached for her
der i find my heart
striving for my sweetheart.

Right now when im writing this blog im feeling so very fresh thanks to a wonderful day spent. The day started as normal getting up at 5:30 for the 8 am lecture (How mean and torturous IGTC can be towards their students). The rainstorms were coming down so heavily as if there is no tomorrow. I was a bit apprehensive about going to college but the thought of missing indirect tax woke me up. Then I scraped through my daily morning chores and made it to station in time to catch 6:42 local. Made it on time for lecture. Lecture was too gud Gabhawala rocks.

After the lecture the real fun started. 3 hours break until the next lecture. What is the best way to spend your vela time?..... No prizes for guessing you are right Marine drive. To chale hum velegiri karne. Panna ,Abha, Riddhi, DT and myself. It was damn breezy at marine drive. Over the breezy winds the rains were completely drenching us. The umbrellas were reckoned useless by the breeze. Abha and Panna were completely in a mood to enjoy the Mumbai rains. They were running wildly on marine drive with Panna singing Romantic songs and wishing 2 kiss any boy in sight (Thanks god i was not on radar lols). Somehow i managed to convince Abha nd Panna to move out of marine drive as drizzle was getting heavier by the second.

So we get out of marine drive totally wet (damn even my undergarments were wet). Now we were hungry and the first thing on our mind was MAGGI. So it was obvious that we headed towards the ISH canteen. ISH canteen is by far the cheapest food joint in Churchgate. we had our favourite MAGGI and veg crispy. Clicked some snaps and then it was journey back to IGTC for the International Finance lecture.






Only problem was we were wet and IGTC is like Antarctica (thanks to Puru who always insists to keep temp of AC at 18). To get away from AC draft i shifted to 1st bench which raised many eyebrows. I even borrowed Zarrirs raincoat to keep myself warm but was not effective. I shivered through the first half of the lecture. Finally the lecture got over and respite was in site as the plan was to bunk the next lecture. But Abha had some different ideas, she wanted to stay back. By this time i was dry again, so even i thought to stay back. Panna, Dt, Riddhi left for the day. To get fresh we 2 went 2 the top floor to have Ginger tea, given the circumstances under which i spent my last 3 hours, ginger tea was like an oasis in the middle of desert for me. Myself and Abha relished the tea with Biscuits.

So we braced up again for the boring High performance Leadership lecture. Surprise Surprise the lecture got cancelled citing rebellion by students against Rebello.( Rebellion against rebello sounds nice naa original thought copyright by Ninad lols).
I was feeling a bit feverish so it would have been recommended to go home and take rest. But no 2day i was on cloud 9. In the company of Abha where did i go, again no prizes for guessing ..........Marine Drive.

Now the marine drive was totally different as compared to that in afternoon. Many couples were enjoying in the rain. Shit again that feeling of singleness crept in. Even Abha was missing her buddy. But we decided to enjoy the rains again. Once again we got totally wet. Velegiri continues. We took a doubledecker bus to CST after enjoying marine drive. I could have stayed there at marine drive drenching in rain for longer time but i had my stupid laptop in bag so had to leave. Its amazing how the marine drive acts as a magnet and we get attracted to it like metals.

On the way back home in train final velegiri idea cropped up in my mind. The awesome Pan bahar icecream of prabhus. Abha was totally in for the plan. This plan was the perfect recipe for cold and fever but i gave a damn abt it. I savoured my icecream. Post that i dropped Abha at Mulund station and then i got home cherishing the amazing moments spent with dearest of my friends. Yummy Panbahar Icecream.

Really this day will be written in Golden letters in the pages of my life. This is the first time i spent my day without any fear of the obvious unknown, like wht if i get wet and get down with fever and all those bullshit. Its fun to live life tension free. I intend to spend many more such days with my close to heart friends Abha, DT, Riddhi, Panna and Aadi.

Missing u

Baby can we talk tonite,
Just for a while plz forget the fight.

Can we talk and not just speak,
Why does the picture look so bleak.

I know u drifted far away of my sight,
It was totally my fault
I should have clung 2u tight.

I accept my mistake,
Ive been such a fool to let u go,
without u my life is at stake.


Plz come back, i need u,
To start again anew.

plz come back.........

Friend

Last nyt amey called up nd said he's leavin for USA on 29th of july,
I knew it was cumin,but i was not ready emotionally to say goodbye.

Suddenly nostalgia crept in,
I felt somethin is being taken away from within,

Amey is more than a friend,
he is someone on whom i can always depend.

All the good memories passed by,
Sittin in bhavini garden, playin with tommy
Sunday morning oh pardon noon cricket.
Evening timepass with prashant, dada, kiran, nikhil,
our regular picnic spot Malshej ghat.

Amey will start his new life in a new continent,
I always pray to almighty God for his professional ascent.

First Crush

Good old school days,
the age when the teachers seems so mean
the teenage years which never stays
I had my first crush when i was fifteen.

She was in my class,
I was a new admit in the school,
The joy of being in a new school did not long last,
I was ragged on the first day by Rahul.

Seeing my plight she clapped in joy
Why she wouldnt afterall the dude(rahul) was her lover boy
All the ragging made me cry
Ragging was the tradition of the school so i had to comply.

That night i couldnt sleep,
All i could remember was her smile,
thought of facing rahul again made me weep,
just to see her smile the risk of going to school seemed worth while.

Ineffable Feelings

It came without warning,
A feeling so strong.
You knew from the start
That it was all wrong.

How do you stop a runaway train
That a brake can not hold?
Or stop a skid on the ice
On a day so very cold?

How do you halt a raging storm
When thunder and lightening abound?
Can you control overwhelming feelings
And thoughts that just hang around?

How do you stop a heart that is racing
When someone mentions her name?
How do you live with a life you know
Will never again be the same?

For this love was never meant to be
Something that two people shared.
For she was only a friend you see,
Until she knew that you cared.

That these feelings will just fade away,
This is what you sincerely hope.
And daydreams so overwhelming,
You know with them you can't cope.

Once more she must become only
A womman you love as a friend.
You must take control of your life,
For the love that you feel has to end.

Dreams

I want to see the stars with her,
She is the last thing i wanna conqer.

She often drops bye in my dream,
Yeah i know she is my lover supreme.

She gives me sleepless nights,
Maybe this is where love ignites.

Some day i wanna walk with her down the aisle,
But i know im a loser in self denial.

Its being a long tym i seen her,
Yaa i wanna be her monsieur.

Incurable Pain

My words cannot express, The feelings I hold.
Let them be unsaid, Let the thoughts be not unfold.

Over and over again, I think of my past.
If I love someone now, It may not ever last.

When the cold winds blow, It's you on my mind.
Your thoughts are deepened, My feelings, soft and kind.

The moon blossoms, by the fall of the night.
My sorrows grieve, And I cannot even fight.

Beautiful is my world, Lonely are my dreams.
Past, still on, I mourn, My tears still flow in streams.

Who am I

Since last week i am pondering over the thought that who am I. Why am I existing in this world. Why suddenly the whole of the world around me is behaving alien to my existence.

It all started last week when the HR Professor asked the class to ink down the reason for my existence in the world. I guess everybody has been deployed on this planet by the almighty for some predetermined reason. But even after 23 years of insignificant existence i still fail to understand why do i exist?

Getting back to that Professor incident, I could see that everyone was totally engrossed in writing down their reason of existence. Then i tried to think of 1 reason, But to my abhorrence i could hardly think of anything. Only thing i could do was to lament over this. So for assistance in writing down the existence reason, i sent a S.O.S text message to Panna. To that she replied just introspect and you will find out the reason.

INTROSPECT quite a heavy word for a feeble minded guy like me.

So for last one week i have been turning back the pages of my lifebook and found some interesting facts about myself:
1) I have always been a shy boy. I had always lived within the boundaries specified by the Teachers, Parents.
2) Nobody taught me how to think out of the box. I used to blindly accept the matter in the textbook.
3) I always feared to ask why? May be i didn’t want to lose face in the class.
4) I had speech impediment problem but after speech therapy i have managed to overcome that. But still traces of speech impediment can be seen.
5) I had a huge crush on a pretty lookin girl in my school. Once again my ill fate managed to get better of me, she got married 6 months back.
6) One good quality which i think i posses is that I am always up for challanges. Dare anybody challenge me then i wouldn’t stop till i kick some ass.
7) I was always a book worm ( good at devouring text books) off lately ive realised that there is a world far bigger, better than studies.
8) I once found unconditional love from my Labrador puppy, but my dad had some other ideas and he gave away my pup.
9) My Mom had always been my pillar of strength.
10) Now i need a support maybe in the form of a girlfriend.
11) Never had any subject titillated me like Supply chain. I can see myself doing wonders in Supply chain.

After collating all the above thoughts, I think i can see the complete picture.
And now I know WHY DO I EXIST.

What Love Really Is

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd
of people making their way through Grand Central. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew,
but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.

His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf
he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin.
The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell.With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped over seas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one-month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:

A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

"Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and
yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in
its response to the unattractive.


"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

My first fiction story-Railway Track

Right now i am living a fulfilled life. Got married to a very beautiful girl which to my good fortune was the only child of her multimillionaire father. My wife’s name is Geeta. We met in college when i was doing my MSc in Physics. It was love at first sight. I had many crushes before, but this one was special. Within a month we got married and inevitably i had to walk into her father’s business. I got a big office in Ballard pier. My Father in law had a business of office furniture. He had a big clientele list.

Eventually i took over the business from him. I not only maintained the current clients but also increased the number of clients. I would boast that any new office in Mumbai would first approach me for their furniture designing. Such was the brand image i had created. My father in law would come to office every afternoon to look after the proceedings. But after certain passage of time he stopped coming to office and i was the whole and soul of this business.

Everything was moving smoothly until one morning. It was the weirdest day of my life.

Early morning i heard weeping noises, and felt my chest getting heavy. I got up due to the rising pain in my chest. To my horror i noticed that it was my wife crying with her head resting on my chest. I asked her what happened, why are you crying. Then she said with her watery eyes that she didn’t want to go away from me. I got more confused, and asked her who is taking you away from me. To that she replied she had to go shopping with her friends and she feared losing me. I brushed aside her idiocy and tried to console her that everything is all right.

I was totally stumped by this early morning incident. Even after eight years of marriage u still don’t understand your woman. My mind was completely filled with innumerable questions as to why geeta feared losing me. I got started with my daily chores, but everything seemed changed today. I had my shower without using my bathroom singing skills. Also had quite breakfast. Then i left for office.

After settling on my desk, i suddenly remembered that i had received a letter some 20 days back which for some wierd reasons i had not read. I reached for my drawer and got hold of that letter. I hastily opened it. To my surprise it was the letter from Gauri.

Suddenly i was dragged back to my childhood days in the chawls of grantroad. We were a bunch of friends and Gauri was the only girl in the group. At that point of time I was 14 years old and Gauri was 12. All the boys in the group would address us as a couple. At times the teasing would go overboard. Gauri used to get freaked out by that persistent teasing. So we would stray away from the group and get on the railway track.

Strolling on the railway track eventually became a daily activity for us. Suddenly Gauri would start running on the track and ask me to catch her. There were rules laid down by us. The rule was that you have to run only by stepping on the sleepers between the tracks. If a train comes by we would hop on to the adjacent track and continue running.

17th march 1956
We were running on the track as usual. Gauri was running on track no 1. I noticed a train coming towards us from grantroad on the same track. I thought Gauri would jump off the track. But to my horror she still kept running towards the train. I called her out “Gauri get off the track”, but it fell on deaf ears. Finally she noticed the train but it was very close to her. She froze on the track. I had this feeling that everything is over now. Suddenly i felt the burst of energy in my feet and i leapt towards her and brought her down on the track. The very next second the train passed over us. It felt like darkness had enveloped the broad daylight with the earth shivering with the fear of death. Gauri hugged me tighter; i was acting as a shield saving her from the train.It was a close shave as the distance between me and train was less than a inch. Those 10 odd seconds felt like a lifetime. I gave a sigh of relief when the train was finally gone. I got up and helped Gauri to get up. She was shivering with fear, she looked petrified and shocked. I helped her calm down. We walked away from track and enterd our society chawl. Her clothes were torn at some places owing to that incident. I asked her what she was thinking while running towards the train. To that she replied that she did not notice the train as she was lost in some other thoughts. Then she became emotional and asked me “will u save me if i get caught in any such incident for the rest of my life”. To that i replied that “i promise i will always be there for you” and we both cried in each other’s arms.

This incident brought us more closer to each other and we started seeing each other more often. Some years passed by and then my dad had to move out of Mumbai for work. So we shifted to pune and the contact with Gauri was lost. I moved on with my life, and started seeing other girls. This is how i met my wife geeta.
From the letter it was evident that Gauri isn’t leading a very good life. In the letter stated that Gauri’s mom and dad were dead, and Gauri wasn’t well educated to earn a living respectfully. It was imperative that she had taken up to prostitution to make her ends meet. In the letter she mentioned “I waited for you to come and save me from labyrinth of this evil world, but u didn’t come”.

I was shattered on reading this. How could i forget her, How can i be so oblivious to her condition, I felt like a criminal. I wanted to meet her and correct all the mistakes ive commited. I got the address from the letter and immediately left to see her. On reaching at the address, the neighbours told me that she moved out of that home last week. I felt hapless and came back home.

The thoughts of Gauri just wouldn’t go away from my mind. I asked jenny ,my servant to pour me a glassful of scotch. I had alcohol for about an hour. As darkness began to settle in, the door bell rang, I opened the door and to my pleasant surprise it was Gauri on the door. She was looking very feeble and dainty with white saree. I out rightly started pleading her to forgive me as i could not stand by the promise i made. She said its ok, and asked me if we could go on a drive. I nodded, took the bottle of wine along with me in the car. I started the ignition of my Mercedes and were on the road. She asked can we go to the same railway track on which we played in childhood days. I obligingly drove towards the chawls of grantroad. We got down near the railway crossing. Gauri took to the tracks and suddenly started running. I followed her asking her to wait. But she didn’t budge and continued running. I noticed a train coming towards her. I screamed out of horror “Gauri stop there is a train coming over”. But she kept on running towards the train. At one instance i was very close to her and i felt that i can save her this time again, but she increased her speed. The very next moment the train passed through her. I was intrigued by that site. And suddenly the world around turned red. I was damn confused as to what is happening around me, is it the effect of alcohol.

After some time i saw Gauri , I asked her what is happening around me. She handed me a newspaper which dated 2 days back. I read the headlines stating “ Prostitute committed suicide on railway track near Grant road”. This added to my confusion. To that she said now we will live together till eternity and no one can separate us.

BUS RIDE

Last night I caught a kinglon bus from pune to get back home. I was lucky to get a window seat. I must admit that the bus has got magnificent and large windows .When i reclined my seat to get a nap, i noticed the moon in the sky. As the bus was flooded with darkness the only light which was available was the moonlight.

With my humble walkman pouring music in my ears and the moon light falling over me, i felt like i was in a totally different world. It felt so calm and serene. I could actually see the stars in the sky which we hardly ever see in the city.

The moon's beauty was at its startling best.Suddenly the song “You r so beautiful, so damn beautiful” by Akon started playing. It felt as if Akon is singing the song for the dainty looking moon.Wierd naa.

No wonders why there r ample no of poets who consider moon as a epitome of their lovers beauty.

Mismash life

Life what i thought of is so different from the current life im living. Its a kind of surreal experience. I still remember that day at CCD when pranu was encouraging me that everything will be alright and i will learn to be alone. I was having a bit of trepidations how i will cope up alone in Pune. On the first day in office my trepidations were more strengthened as i was left waiting in the reception for around 3 hours.

Then she arrived on stage the HR person (Vartika). I thought atleast someone is concerned abt me waiting in the reception. She made my rest of day more horrendous by askin me to fill up the forms. I wasn’t carrying any marksheets or photos on that day and to add to horror she asked to get the same. As usual it was my inadvertent nature that i had not even taken my marksheets to pune. She fumed at this and asked me to get them as early as possible. Which i haven’t till date.

I felt like stupid on first day as kunal had bought all his marksheets also he was flaunting that igtc badge proudly. No marks for guessing that i had not taken the badge with me. I was damn sure that Vartika didn’t like me. I was addressing her as Mam. Then later that evening in the bus she asked me politely not to call her Mam, as she was also a trainee like us. God o God my spirits soared like any thing as i thought that i had a bad impression on the HR on Day 1.

Then the days went on i was placed in the Logistics Dept and was asked to do projects on Import management. Until that i was still missing my friends and family who i thought were living a good life back in Mumbai. Meanwhile i started getting cosier with my life in Pune. I have discovered that it is not that a big deal living alone and away from your family. I can see that in my office no one is localite and everyone has left behind his/her family to earn a living. That gives me some courage that if these people can do why cant I?

Also in course of time I and Vartika became good friends and we would laugh and eat together. I thought i got a good friend and was happy, but this happiness was shortlived as she suddenly stopped comin to office and after a bit of enquiry i got to know that she was done with her training.
Story of my life.

Factory

Finally settled here in pune.And the stage is set for the internship in BEHR INDIA.Started training 2 days back with behr.First day was boring and somniferous as it consisted of never ending sequences of form filling.

It was today that i rediscovered my lost love.My first love "THE FACTORY".I have no words to mentioned that how much i missed factory in last 10 months.Those humming sweet sounds of machines working in tandem with the workmens yelling on each other oh my my i felt like coming back home.

Truth be told that the factory which behr people has got is truly huge and systematic.I was smeling around the factory like a labrador dog as MR MORADIAN has taught us.Actually i couldnt find any abnormalities in the manufacturing process.Lets see if i can find one bottleneck in the process.

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