…That ‘English’ Dream


My love for the language English is known to all and that is the reason why I always wanted to pursue my masters from the United Kingdom. Yes, from a country where the language started, from the land where Geoffrey Chaucer wrote Wife of Bath Prologue and Tales and at a place probably near Canterbury – place where Canterbury tales is based and yes somewhere near a place where Shakespeare lived Stratford-upon-Avon.

 My desire to study in Great Britain is not just to study in a different land, among people of different nationality but to study in a country where I can feel a sense of knowingness and YES a sense of attachment. A place where I could belong to already, without ever been there physically and that is the reason I choose to study in the United Kingdom. 

   What makes me inclined towards the UK is my graduation in English literature. My graduation certainly brought me much closer to the UK not as a country or  not just as a place to visit in summers but as the land of English language, as the land of many great authors and writers, as the land of ‘something’ new to learn every day and yes of course as the land of much joy and great food. On top of everything it is that sense of nostalgia that I am sure I will feel if I am in the UK probably in some countryside and feeling the same as what Virginia Woolf might have felt standing there like she did in Mrs. Dalloway and sometimes when I would visit the places in Canterbury and parts of the UK.

  My choice of study without a doubt would be MA International Journalism from University of Bedfordshire, Luton campus. Yes, I have many other options too but I still think that studying at a center which is little far from bigger cities like London or Cardiff would be a great idea. I am sure this would be the state which would give me a wider opportunity to live in the United Kingdom and be accessible to everything else easily and without much travel.

So now the question I asked myself when I decided to choose MA International Journalism was why this course and why not something more conventional like an MBA?  

The answer to this question is in the question itself. Why be so mainstream? Why study something which is already termed as conventional. Yes I know, to many people even International Journalism would sound conventional but for me it is most balanced subject of study when it comes to deciding your liking, your interest  and making a sound career choice.

  MAIJ will for sure give me my “need” of education but helps me more to fulfill the “greed” of knowledge I seem to have in me. With MAIJ I am eyeing a great career which is filled with challenge and yes a source of coming across something astonishing every now and then.  

MAIJ will for sure give me a prospective of how a journalist work but on top of it will teach me who actually is a cosmopolitan journalist. Somebody who knows well how to work in a world which probably is divided by borders but is at the end a part of cosmopolitan universe.  We all as individuals know that how anything that matters to one country or citizens of one country can be something of great interest to people living in another corner of world and this I believe is where an international journalist who also happen to be a blogger comes into the picture.  Learning the techniques and insights of an international journalist is what I believe this course will help me gain.

Why Bedfordshire?  
Universities in the UK are in good number, some are decent, some are pricey, some are exceptional and some are just another Uni. like places but deciding among all is surely a tough task for me. Out of all the great choices, the two major Universities I could think of were Bedfordshire and University of London. Henceforth after much thought I would go ahead to finalize Bedfordshire. This obviously is based on the fact that I want to study little away from London and at the same time I want to study at the University Campus itself which makes Bedfordshire my ultimate choice to study in the UK. On the other hand I am keen to see how Bedfordshire can help me elevate my social skills, as I would be interacting with people from different cultures and groups which would also help me be a team player.

Infrastructure also happens to be another most important reason for me to choose both Bedfordshire and the UK. The technological advancement in the UK is little better than any other country especially when it comes to the university of my choice. I am personally very excited to see how working with HD cameras, integrated newsroom and vision mixing equipment can feel like.

 Why United Kingdom unlike another country?  

  Apart from what I mentioned earlier, one of the most important thing that makes me choose The UK as my academic destination and not any other country is, the benefit of living in 28 member states all at the same time and not just Luton as a campus. Studying in the UK gives me an opportunity to roam freely across the member states. This gives me advantage of actually meeting people from different lands without much hassle of visas and other formalities.  This also gives an ample amount of adventure to explore different states, people and most importantly get to know how a common journalist works in these states. This obviously would help broaden my learning curve.  

  Another reason which is most important for me to study in the UK is, the sense of independence I will be able to enjoy and live with, along with still staying connected to my cultural and traditional roots. That is one rare combination which I cannot attain by choosing any other country apart from the UK. It will be a kind of a unique Kaleidoscope of Medieval India. A phase I will cherish all my life.  

So Bedfordshire University in the UK, is my way of conquering widespread horizons of International journalism and an amazing way of expressing Sky is the limit, and yet keeping all strings attached with my roots.

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It is still a love story. A heart breaking.


In their teen age was when they both met, a random meet. The guy had fallen in love with a face, that face had no name, no other identity. Days and month passed but nothing happened between both of them. Boy continued to fall for this girl more and more. He was 16 at that time and yet he said to himself that “she is the girl I want to spend my life with”. Friends called him foolish, yet he continued to fall more and more for this girl. This girl, who he found out to be the most attractive face ever. He said that she seems to have some different kind of childlike face. He felt mesmerized about her. When the first time he went to speak to her, she simply said no, she was not interested for any kind of friendship. He did not feel bad nor he was hurt for anything, he said it’s completely her choice if she wants to be a friend to him or not.
 
Time passed, and so the year. Time came when destiny wanted them to meet, maybe for forever. Something’s from this guy’s end and something from this girl’s end, they happened to end up into a friendship. Then started a part of their life which was like a dream come true, in that early age they fell for each other. Everything among them was so traditional. The guy used to make local calls at two rupees per minute from a local booth near his house, the first few calls were always waste. Somebody or else picked up the phone in girl’s house. The conversations used to last for minutes and sometimes hours.
 
The total time spent on phone was proportional to the amount of change guy could find from his mom’s purse and from under the pillow. Those were the most kiddish yet beautiful conversation one could have. They end up asking each other their favourite color, what they like to eat, did they have their food and many other such conversations. Mainer times, the girl used to call him early in morning at four AM and the boy was so engraved into his sleep that he would not hear any of those 55 calls made early in morning. Girl was sweet, she never blamed or said anything over this thing. She just kept on calling every day at sharp four AM, finally came one day when the guy manage to get up with those calls and spoke to her at that time. She was happy that he at least made an effort.
 
Seasons, months and years passed and they continued to be together. They were in different schools and then different colleges yet they were inseparable. The best part about the girl was that she was an understanding person. Very understanding. There was not even a single moment of their relation when the guy might have said that you do not understand me. The guy was always loyal to her, yes he accepted that there were some misses on his end once or a while, but he always accepted those misses.
 
He did not hide anything from her, what was in his mind was what she knew always. This was their bond.
 
Over course of years, it was thrice that the guy felt attracted towards another girl. It was nothing but attraction. The wrong thing on this guy’s end was that he went on face value sometimes. Yet he was confident of his relationship and more proud of it. He never crossed his thin line. What was an attraction to him stayed same and he got over it in less than 4-5 days every time. Out of these three instances there was not even single instance when he did not tell her about his attractions. He was always clear about them and apologized for same. She got a little angry but always had that trust on him that he will never cross his thin line. And he made sure that he never, never does that again.
 
 
She never had such an attraction towards anyone else like she had towards him. He was proud of that thing. One thing which was most common between both was that they wanted to stay together always. Not once they said that they will separate ever in life. Their bond was a rare one to find.
 
Manier times when they told others they were together for these many years, people felt astonished. Most of the man hearing his story said that the guy was a fool to stay in a relationship for so long. And the girls who heard this story always said that wish they had a story like them. They both were very happy about how everything was going. Among many exiting things they planned together, the guy wanted to buy a car, actually they both wanted one. They always thought about long drivers, long conversations, good food served in-car instead of a Pizza hut corner, those romantic drives where would just hold each other hands and drive without any destination. The first long journey they planned they would go on would be some forts in Rajasthan. But all these exiting things were far-sighted. This guy was still working hard to make his dreams, though he was always sure that he will live these dreams with only love of her life once for sure.
There was one thing which she disliked about him. He himself knew that he was not very good on that front but he just failed to manage his priorities. He was a guy who loved one girl and he loved his work. He always said that his work was a religion for him. Doubtless everything else than work was equally important for him if not more but there was a period in his life when he failed to recognize what he was losing in his endeavor to love his religion. For him his work became everything, other things became his second priority. Yes, that included her as well. She had seen him working in past as well and had always supported him. She knew it well what kind of passion he happens to have for his work and the only reason for him to work so hard: fulfil everything for himself and his family and her he ever dreamt of.
But as they say there comes a saturation point of every human and everything. Maybe this was her saturation point. Slowly, she started feeling detached from him. He got a bit harsh on her too. What used to be an hr. long quality conversation everyday became a 15 minute breather-like conversation every day. The meetings – those were enjoyable and in want of purest emotion: love became like a mechanical thing. Sometimes when they met it felt like two androids were meeting each other. Things started to turn sour among them, the guy never sensed how bad it was going to be. The girl did sense and did all she could to make him understand that what she was going through and what might happen if thing does not improve between both of them. He did understood quite a few times but never understood the gravity of the situation. Unknowingly he took everything very lightly well in her words: for-granted.
 
It was last winter that thing were moving towards being almost ruined. He could smell it but failed to fix it. He was way too into his work to give time to a stinking relationship. A relationship he always cherished and thought that it will improve; may be automatically; without any efforts. Only later he realized that thing does not work that way.
 
Then came a day when everything was devastated. Girl wanted to move away, for both their good. Now was the time when the guy realized what wrong he was doing and how he was supposed to be blamed for everything. He asked for some time from girl, he said that give me some time to make things better and he would have no expectations. So he asked for thirty days to make sure he will get things in a working order and after that it would be the girls’ choice if she would like to give the guy another chance. If not, he promised that he will walk away will never look back. In that time he did all he could to tell her how much he loves her. He did all he never did for her. He started to manage his work a little well so that he could give her some more time. Somewhere between all this the girl told him that there is no need for him to do these things. She know it well that he loved him like anything and she loves him same way. But, it was something else that is making her do this.
 
Initially, the guy thought that might be another guy. But soon he realized no, it was not another guy, it was HE who was responsible for everything. Nobody else; just HE.
 
 
At one point, they both thought that things were getting back to normal and they were ready to fall in love with each other once again. That even happened, but, lasted for not more than seven days. Then came a day when they both met, to talk. Girl said what she wanted to and boy said what he wanted to. In that conversation of three hr., they both broke down manier times. The boy was on weaker end. He just could not gulp down the fact that they both were no more together and they just broke up. That day, they parted for each other’s good. Boy had his reasons to agree with this one-sided breakup. He understood that for her this relationship was turning out to be a claustrophobic one. They cried, they hugged, and the girl asked the guy for a smile and bid each other good-bye. They parted away, boy on his way to home broke down while riding his pillion. It was difficult for him to agree and accept that the relationship that was supposed to turn into a marriage bond just ended. Yeah! Ended.
 
He was sure that it would be the same on girls end too but he did not knew anything much about what she might be like or what she might be feeling. Well, they broke up so they were supposed to end their contact with each other. The girl, while discussing everything made sure that she persuaded him to continue staying in touch, he was reluctant about same. He said if it was the end then it should be a complete end, but, somehow they agreed to keep in touch.
That night, the guy could not sleep, he just cried and let it all go. They continued to talk to each other for many days, but well, they were no more in a relationship. The guy made a journal for himself, every day he wrote something into that journal about how he felt about her not being around. In few days only, guy’s mother sensed something and asked him if everything was fine. He said yes; everything was fine. Of course he lied. His mom knew everything about both of them was very much willing to see them as a couple in future too. She was worried about her son but, her son kept everything to himself and very few of his friends.
One bad thing that the guy once again did was that he thought that the girl was happy about this whole thing. He did not blame her for anything, just thought that maybe she is now free and happy only later he realized that how much wrong he was. But then it was too late for him to realize. The loss once again had already happened. The most difficult thing for him to accept and understand was that he always thought that how would she manage? Having been in a relationship for so long he always guided her and suggested her when she was in a doubt, now he thought that how would she manage everything?
 
Yes, it was foolish for him to think that way. After all she was not a child, yet it was his love and care for her that made him think that way. One day when she told him that she was going out-of-state for a period of time he was stranded. It gave him a cold feet that how she will manage in a different state altogether. He never wanted to her to go, but, then he had no right to tell her to stop, he was nothing to her any more.
 
There were quite a few instances that the guy approached her for a fresh start, yes, she did same too. But, thing just did not work out. No, it was not that they gave a start and broke up again. But, they just failed to give it another start.
 
December 2020
 
Somebody far informed this guy that the girl has got married and is now settled. This guy, is single and not much willing to move on. He still feels sorry for mistakes he did and believes that things could have been better than what they were at this time. He had nothing in his hands then some memories. Memories, he had lived with for so many years and continue to live with them. He is extremely happy for the only love of his life. He is proud that he once fell in love with that girl. The purest heart among all.
 
Then after, all this guy did was walked …into the wild.
 
* First attempt on fiction *

Thanks Priyanshi Gulati for proof reading.

Was Everyone Born to be a Driver?


I am in 24th year of my life and one thing I have understood well is that one cannot be a jack of all trades. I know it very well that you cannot be a born ‘expert’ in everything. One has to continue the journey of learning, relearning and a lot of times unlearning.

Never ever in my life I have said that I know everything or I can do anything. No. I cannot. We cannot.  In the end I am a human and I need time to learn things and then in occur that learning over a period of time.

In past few days one thing I’ve been learning is driving. And let’s be honest learning driving has taught me that everybody in this world was born to be a driver.  They never learnt how to drive, the just popped out of their mumma’s tummy and started driving their cars across the city and sometimes they were confident enough to even take it on highways.

Whereas I was the ignored child of God and may be that’s why he never taught me how to drive. He let me come into this world of expert drivers and face the shame of not knowing how to drive.

Two months back I took the challenge to learn how to drive from a driving school. The classes lasted for 15 days and after that I thought I can now drive only until I came to reality and tried to drive my new car for the first time. [Yes, new car! J I gifted it to myself this birthday. *proud*]

I sat in car. Put my seat belt. My hands were shaking. I felt as if my heart missed a beat. I was brave enough to put first gear. I released the clutch very slowly. And zoooooooom ! With a jerk engine was turned off. I tried again, same thing happened. Tried again, same thing happened. And then the next time I tried, car moved on. A little too fast for me to judge what happened. Somehow I managed to stop the car within first few meters. I felt a new life then and there.

I thanked God that I did not bang the car anywhere. Then after I came out of my car and locked it. I had no guts to drive again. I was like no I cannot. I don’t want to hurt my car. I will not drive.

Few days later, one of the most experienced car drivers in my locality approached me if I want to learn driving.  To me he is more than a car driver. I knew him since I was five years old. He taught me how to ride a cycle. He taught me how to ride a gear scooter [LML Vespa that I had way back in year 2010]. He taught me how to ride a gear-less scooter [Activa] and now it was time for a car. In totality he was a teacher.

He took in total seven sessions for me. While with him I drove my car well with confidence. He corrected me when I made mistakes and appreciated me when I did things well. He balanced my car when I was going wrong and he scolded me when I did bizarre mistakes.

What hurt me most were the people who ware driving around me. I have never felt so pissed off than this. I have clearly stated on my car that a ‘fool’ is driving. I have put up big learning signs and along with that I always keep my car dipper on so that everyone notices my car and declare to them ‘ohhhh, he is learning’.

Yet, some people are so insensitive that they would keep on honking for no reasons. Like on Steep roads, I fail to move my car on first gear. Because when I leave brakes it moves backward and scares the shit out me that I would bang in from back. And I do not leave breaks and try to release clutch then the engine would turn off for obvious reasons.

People behind me would keep on honking and give me weird looks [something I can see in rear view mirror]. They fail to understand that I am new onto this and I am still learning. It was after driving for around 150 KMS that I understood that on steep roads one should be using handbrakes and then release clutch. [As I said earlier I am still learning].

Then there are some people to whom I would give enough space to over take me and then when they would pass by me they would be give me angry looks :@ . Fish man, I just let you pass by me and then you are giving this angry looks. Jerk. And in most typical sense I would greet them with Delhi’s most favourite verb “Bhos****ka sala, chu****”

Another thing which I noticed was that how shallow a man’s ego is in this city. Whenever my sister would be learning to drive, one or another guy would takeover her after giving that mischief smile.  It pisses me off so much, I mean once again  man, somebody is leaning and you are doing nothing else than demotivating the other person.

And now when both I and my sister is comfortable and confident driving, I make sure she does not let anybody take over her the wrong way. If somebody does, well I make sure that she does same to that person with that same set of smile. 😉

On the other hand I have always been kind to those who have been learning to ride their pillions. I’ve been driving scooters for years now and I am good on that front, but I still learn something new every day.  Because pillion riders usually do not put any learning sign it is still easy for anyone to judge that they are new to this thing. And having said that I always make sure that I give them complete space to ride and be patient with them when they fail to kick start their scooters on red light.

I would also like to thanks those five gracious people who help me when I take my car out from parking or park it again there. These people are angles for me. I make sure that two people stand in front of my car, two are at the back. And the last person is to make sure all other four folks are doing their job fine ;).  (These people are all in addition to reverse parking system and my own presence of mind.)

In the end to all those who still think that those who are learning to drive should not do so or should only drive on open roads. Here is a request: Let’s learn to be sensitive towards those who are still in learning phase and let them take their own time to be an expert like you. And if you find it difficult to cope with new car driving folks on road then please with respect Fuck Off.

P.S. I am not sorry for the F word I used. I mean that; quite literally.  Offence meant; Period.

Important points

1) Drove for around 750 kms in  two last months

2) Banged my car from left side on the 7 th day itself 😦

3) Haven’t taken car for a long drive yet

4) My planned trip with friends to Murthal is still not done

5).. and finally my car : She is love >3

Aisle Be Damned by Rishi Piparaiya (Swaying Hips, Praying Lips and Flying Tips )


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Yeah Yeah I know cover page of this book is riveting and so is what’s inside this cover page. There are not many authors who would please you in their first book itself, but take my words Piparaiya (whose surname is more difficult to pronounce then writing a book itself) has done it in a great manner.

Reading this book would make you inclined towards flying and make your upcoming flying experiences far funnier. Taking this book along is recommended and reading it before you take a flight is far more recommended. The book is divided into many chapters which talks about everything related to air travel. From the moment you get out of your home to take a flight to the moment you reach your destination.

The paperback can also be treated as a new manual to air-travel, like Piparaiya says himself that he is thinking to pitch this book to airlines so that they can keep it with air manuals in their aircrafts. That I believe would be a good idea. Especially in long trips, one must read this book to KILL ALL THE BOREDOM while traveling and come out of that flight with experience of having traveled in more than 300 and so flights.

AUTHOR IS HERE TO STAY

…Airplanes are equipped with state-of-the-art vacuum flushes that use brute suction power to pull out all the crap. If you operate the flush while still on the pot, there is a huge reasonable chance that your intestines may get ripped out through your ass.

Another good part of the book is the personal and ‘intellectual’ opinion Piparaiya has jotted down in the end of the book. He has mentioned his take on each and everything that may bother one. From Life-to-Technology-to- Economy- to Capitalism and everything else on this planet.  Reading this section is also like running through the complete book once again in ‘just’ few pages.

.. Sneak in a few swigs of alcohol into the baby bottle when no one is looking. A little bit of giggle juice in their system and babies will sleep through the flight like, well, babies. Brandy works best, whiskey or rum is almost as effective, but do avoid tequila shots. It is particularly difficult to get them to lick the salt and suck on a lemon wedge and that too without Mommy noticing

Writing style that Piparaiya has opted for is simple, at least far simpler than air-travel. The book is surely an easy read that can be completed in just one or two sitting and in most hilarious manner.

Take my words folks; this book would change your perception about boring air-travel. This one is amazingly fresh in style and in writing. This is a must recommendation for anyone. Especially, in times when we all are bored of reading soft porn been sold as literature. I managed to complete this book in just two sittings; each and every word that you would read makes you read a little more. Piparaiya has nailed it! This book is a must read. For those who had few travels and for those who are over-traveled. And for those who are dreaming to travel; well in clouds 😉

I am going with five awesome stars for this book.

Rishi Piparaiya is an over-worked and over-traveled corporate executive based in the skies, 38,000 feet over India.

Publisher                          Jaico Publishing House
Publication Year               2013
ISBN-13                            9788184954654
Language                          English
Binding                             Paperback
Number of Pages             216 Pages

i10 Story


Few months back IndiBlogger and AmbiPur asked me if I’d like a sample of AmbiPur car freshener. I readily said yes. Though, I had no use of it because car was still a dream by then. I just thought that I will give it over to somebody in my office for his car or may be one or another relative of mine. I even promised them that I will give them as soon as I get one from AmbiPur.

It took quite a lot of time for that car fresher to reach me. May be it was sent from Mars. Jokes apart, it did reach me and I was supposed to give it to one of my friends at office. When I opened the package it smelled well and fresh. No doubt it was good.

I kept that car fresher on my table for few days. Then after, one day I opened it again and smelled again. Just then I had a thought. Why not use it regularly?

But, the point was how I would do that. I obviously cannot use it as room fresher. Thinking over few minutes I said to myself “let’s buy a car”. I know it is one weird idea. I mean buying an AmbiPur when you had a car is justified but buying a car because you have an AmbiPur which is of no use to you is strange. But to me it was quite a radical idea, okay, little weird as well. But somewhere having that AmbiPur did act like a catalyst.

The very next day I went to look for options available in market. It took me complete four days to finalize options. In the end I decided to choose one among i10, Beat, Verna, Brio and Swift. The irony was that though I had looked for all the options available but I was yet to decide about my budget. Yeah, another weird set of idea from my mind. The next day I sat and decided my budget and then I had to cut one name that I loved most from the list. Verna- she is one mesmerizing piece of art. I had loved her the very moment I saw her. But, when deciding budget I had to ditch her. She was way too classy and expensive for me.

After making initial payments, I told me mom that I want to buy a car. Mom said yes, you should. I used my mom as a messenger to talk to my dad. My dad said, it up to you. If you want one you can buy. And then came ‘nuclear bomb’ moment. I told them that I have something to say, they said what? In less than few seconds and in single breath I said “I have made payment for the car already”.

THAT was one epic moment. First they thought I was joking but few minutes of my silence made them understand reality. Both of them gave me WTF expression. The regular scolding started and lasted for a day and then they asked me which car? I said i10. They both looked at me like I just told them that I ran with somebody and got married and she is standing at the door now.

Another five minutes of scolding and they asked when the delivery is. Now this was #MomentOfRelief for me. I now knew they are pretty OK about my decision.

In an attempt to sound funny I told them “the day before I am supposed to be born” that went bad; very bad. Dad was angry like anything hearing this. I believe he had all the reasons to be so. This was 19th August; a day before my birthday.

He said “what? A day before your birthday means today, so you are telling us that the delivery is supposed to be done today?” I said YES.

I just could not stop laughing at that time and they just could not bear that the fact that I was their son. They almost disowned me. Mom was like how could you? You could have at least asked us once about delivery date and so on.

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But, somehow things went well and we left to take car delivery. It was a proud moment for my mom-dad. Thankfully I was the reason; yeah, the same son whom they almost disowned few minutes ago.

While we were taking the car out for delivery, the guy at showroom was putting a car fresher in car. I so wanted to stop him but did not do that. As I left from showroom and passed some distance I went ahead to put AmbiPur on AC vent. 🙂

Then after, we left for the most memorable journey. I loved the fragrance of a new car and those plastic covers. On top of it mixed fragrance of AmbiPur smelled brilliant.

Today, when it’s been almost a month that I have a car, AmbiPur is still keeping my car fresh and smell good. The journey’s I am taking on my car smells fresh and likable.

Thanks AmbiPur, without you I would not be having a car of my own.

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..And It’s all over. (Lost 1 TB of my life)


It was a lazy day yesterday, nothing was lined-up for the day. I was way too fussy about going out, just could not push myself out my room. Been so bored I had nothing to do else then watching some movie on laptop. I got a hold of my laptop and put it on the bed. The next moment I grabbed my external HDD. And at that moment happened the biggest nuclear explosion of my life ! I dropped my HDD on the floor.


Initially I thought, it would be safe. I acted normal and did not panic at that moment. I started my laptop and connected HDD only to find our that it was not been detected by my laptop. NOW THAT WAS A MOMENT OF PANIC FOR ME. I could clearly judge the the platter on hard disk was not moving. Acting smart- may be over smart I went to market to buy a logic board, I had a thought that may be the logic board might be broken or damaged. I came back home and opened my HDD, I was not worried about warranty, data was of more concern.

I went ahead to change the logic board on HDD and tried to gain access it on my laptop, it did not work. I then opened my laptop and took out it’s SATA HDD and used logic board from that HDD on my external HDD- it did not work. I literally cried at that moment. I felt like life ended there.

And now currently, I have no idea about what I am gonna do or what I can do. Life seems difficult now, I mean all my memories, everything was there in that HDD. Life seems incomplete now.


Here is the list of items I lost :

1) more than 200 movies

2) More than 9000 songs

3) Manuscript of the book I was writing

4) Flat images of Windows XP, Vista, 7 and 8

5) Flat images of Office 2003/2007/2010/2013

6) VM ware

7) Other important software’s – more than 150 of them

8) My personal and family photos over last 10 yrs

9) My personal diary that I was writing for last 4 yrs- each day 😦

10) and yeah some porn too 😉

The sad part here is that data recovery is an expensive thing- even in Nehru Place. And on top of it, my hard drive was Bit Locker encrypted.

Anybody out there if you know some good data recovery company, please drop a comment. If not anything else, I need item no 3 ,8,9 back. If I get item no 10 back too- that would be icing on cake 🙂