I guess he was a good guy. Wearing a short short and jeans, he looked to be neat. He must be young and charming.

May be he was going to meet his girlfriend. He must be getting late. It must have been her birthday. And he must have forgotten to get a gift for her.

Or was he married? Was it his wedding anniversary? May be they had arranged a party at home and he had to go to office for some urgency. May be just the party was on his mind.

May be it wasn’t his marriage anniversary and he was going to pick his daughter up from school. May be he had a fight with his wife because he was late to go and pick his daughter up.

Or was he a good son? He was trying to reach to a doctor because his mother was not well? I think he must be rushing to get the doctor. He looked in such a hurry.

Whoever he was, he was not wearing a helmet.

A guy banged his bike at a road divider, then a mini truck and fell down on the cement road near Naupada in Thane yesterday. He was driving very fast. I witnessed. I don’t know if he is still alive.

Wear a helmet. It keeps your family happy… and keeps your head safe most of the times.

I Miss My Teens!

I miss the mist, the chilly winters, the bike rides to the tuition classes, the jacket less boasting of strength, the attitude bent on impressing the girls against a daring winter. I miss my teens 🙂

I miss the empty roads, the greenery behind seminary hills, the drives in the officers club, the search for secluded spots, the hunt in the secluded spots, the long conversations sitting on the empty footpaths late in the night. I miss my teens. 🙂

I miss the care free behavior, the ‘park anywhere’ infrastructure of the city, the birthday parties at the friends, the last minute runs for cakes and gifts and the economically extravagant parties. I miss my teens 🙂

I miss the road side omelet parathas, the Do rupaye ki chhe paani puris, the paanch rupaye plate dahi samosas, the lavish thalis at choicest of restaurants, the trips to dhabas with family and friends and the eating of full dinners at home despite eating out to avoid mum’s daant. I miss my teens 🙂

I miss the tapori giri. The meri waali- teri waali conversations, the ideas given to friends, the unwanted helps, the tricks, the torments and the embarrassments. Oh… I miss my teens. 🙂

I miss the touch touch, the meaning of the touch, the anticipations, the exclamations, the longings and the frighteningly nervous retractions. I miss the anger, I miss the fights over whose is who, I miss not being patient. I miss my teens. 🙂

Any thing that I have achieved today or will achieve in years to come will never be able to replace the college life we lived. I’m sure you will agree.

Best Picture Contest. Winner gets a T Shirt

It has been long time since readers have been submitting pictures to be posted on maxmayur blog. So I thought it is time I awarded the best one. I have carefully selected the 5 best ones I received. So here is your chance, vote for the best picture below. They are in the random order and not in the order of preference. The winner gets a free T shirt from me 🙂

The Village by Harshad
Moon-Goose by Neelam
Mirror Image by Ajay
Postcard from Pink City by Pallavi
Butterflies by Ajay

All you have to do is vote for the picture you think is the best. Please also encourage your friends to vote too. The poll will be open till the end of the month. And winner gets a T shirt. Go on! 🙂

Mehengayi Daayan

The above song is only for representation and not the theme of the post.

But this might be a time for us to celebrate the increase in the prices, for there is no other way to keep one cheerful against the spiralling inflation. I know it looks a bit stupid and foolish of me, believe me I’m not keen on acting like a moron for no reason. Unless we get over the shock of quadrupling prices, how else will we find a solution? So let us begin now, please play the above song and shake a leg (own) or two… and sing while I wait. Sakhi Saiyyaann… waah waah! Continue reading

Renault Fluence

Image courtesy- Motoring.co.uk

This car is coming to India… and give a run for its money to many… watch out 🙂

For specifications and review, head here

Auctions Drama at IPL Now Over!

Sourav Ganguly was snubbed out of the IPL auctions, deemed to old for age and too big for reputation to fit in any team. That was a sad SAD SAD!!! end to some one who has proved himself in the game so much. It completely disheartened me and put me off the auctions, though I followed it on the last weekend.

Having said that, the IPL obviously has a charisma of its own. Despite sad stories about Lalit Modi infested scandal and god knows how many other controversies, the money spinning league has managed to glue viewers to the screens. I like it for the cricket and the ecstasy. And I deem both words similar. Cricket is nothing without the excitement and ecstasy, in any form. Some find it in the BIG sixes hit by the players while others found them in the SIX ‘objects of visual pleasantry’ (un)clad in mini skirts dancing to the tune of whatever. I never paid attention to the music. Continue reading

My Turn for a 55er :-)

Okay now. I have read a lot of 55ers from many of you. Some of you dared me to write one, and I refused. But no more. Here it is, the first one from me. 🙂

Amey was frightened, how could he ask her that? She was standing right in front, very pretty, spectacled, long hair, stunning figure wrapped in a silk saree. But he couldn’t resist that thing any more in his pants. He approached her, touched her thigh, raised a finger and asked. “M’am! Can I go to toilet?”