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जीवन के हर मोड़ पर होगा तुम्हारा साथ

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राह में मिलते रहेंगे कई सारे पत्थर

झेल जाऊँगा सबको ख़ुशी से, तुम्हारे साथ

ऐ मेरे दोस्त, इतना खुशनसीब हूँ मैं

तुम्हे पाकर, जैसे जन्नत का मिल गया साथ

बस डरता हूँ हर पल, एक अनजाने से ख्वाब से

कुछ पल को भी कहीं छिन जाए ना तुम्हारा साथ

तुम्हारे बिना इस जीवन का कोई मोल नहीं

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एक उद्दाग्र ग्रसित रोगी सा जो काँटे उगाये हैं

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तुम्हारी दोस्ती की जो अहेमियत है मेरे लिए

एक नासूर बन कर तुम्हे तड़पने नहीं दूंगा

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बस डरता हूँ हर पल, एक अनजाने से ख्वाब से

कुछ पल को भी कहीं छिन जाए ना तुम्हारा साथ

तुम्हारे बिना इस जीवन का कोई मोल नहीं

माटी का यह तन भी तो है अनमोल तुम्हारे साथ

It was past midnight. It didn’t seem normal. Through the dreary rhymes of blowing wind, there was voice coming along. Somebody was crying. I could feel it. He wasn’t just crying. He was deeply mourning as if someone endeared to him has passed away. I suddenly woke up. I had tear drops rolling down my eyes. It was me, crying in my dreams. Moments into the realization, I burst out into tears. I was missing her. She had left me a while ago. She was gone for good. Since then, it has become habitual. I cry like a little baby. I mourn and then I fall asleep. Ever since I had known her, she has been everything to me. That’s the fault of my persona. The ones I really like, it doesn’t take a moment to give everything to them. I don’t care if I might get just pain in return. There was a past, a frightening past, associated with me. It kept frightening me that I may lose her. I might repeat the mistakes I had done five years ago. Petty things, and her getting angry on those, kept worsening my fear. Yes, I was being succumbed to the neurotic sickness. I was getting sick to seek her attention. Since then, every little case like that kept on making me worse. I cried every time, to make her up to talk to me. She kept on ignoring me. It was in her nature, which I could not understand, because I was sick to ignore the facts. And, the fear kept mounting upon. Things kept on worsening. We broke apart, for a while. A small ego clash! I was hurt. I knew it was my fault. I accepted it as my fate. Her kindness gave me one more chance. This time, I told her something, which I had been hiding for long. I wanted to ask her to marry me. She got little angry though. But, my neurosis was on hyper this time aided with my ugly ego, I did things which broke us apart. It was over. She is gone. I miss her. I cry. I mourn, every night, every day. Don’t know, until when I’ll realize what I have done. It was my fault. I loved her. I feared to lose her. I didn’t tell her. Probably, I expected her to read me. Probably, I could not read her. The only thing left in my life is mourning, for now. Can’t say when this phase will be over. I will miss her. She won’t. She will hate me.

Swades

Five years ago, it was Lohri time and a charming young lady made her bollywood debut in an Ashutosh Gowarikar movie. Unfortunately, Indian cinema didn’t get much from her. Yes! That movie was superb. I was at Coal land those days, and excited after hearing my first semester results, I ran with one of my friend to the theater. Not only I admired the movie, but also, from the very first movie, I had become great fan of the beauty queen.

Few days ago, it was again Lorhi time and I somehow reminded of the beauty queen once again. I went to look for her recent profile in Wikipedia and found that she had been married the same year I left coal land for R. What a heart-break for me! To appreciate the charm of her image inside my soul, I went to watch Swades again. Yes! I was talking about Gayatri Joshi.

In general, I do not dare to watch a movie even second time, unless it produces some deep effect in me. I must say, in last three days, I have seen the movie thrice. Yes! You read it right, three times. It was not the reason that I missed the beauty queen. Probably I was feeling lonely. For the first time I saw it, my thoughts flew back home. When, I was lying on the terrace under the shining winter sunrays, and my younger was trying to take his kite to the summit. When, Mumma would just bring a cup of Nescafe with homemade toasts for me. When, I would spend hours lying just like that. When, we all kids would fill up ourselves with Tilkuts etc. and would be scolded for not eating regular meal. When, Mumma would cook spicy and delicious mutton curry for us. When, we kids would all gear up to celebrate Vasant Panchami and upnext the festival of colors, Holi. Damn! I was being homesick. Probably, added to these, my thoughts spiced up things little bit, and it created a charming young lady who would have impressed me much and she’s also waiting for me there. Probably, when I go back there, I would wander in search of this imaginative beauty. Flown in these thought, I watched Swades again. I could notice a soft smile on face, in each and every scene of the movie which I adored.

Conclusion of the story: I wanna go home.

Moments! Just moments!

This post had to come almost a month ago, but the inertia had its effects, as always. Procrastinated. Well, allowed time, I have more things to share here. It’s been a month since my first quarter was over, and there were the boring moments when I even tried to bunk the lab work. Suddenly it felt like an emergency evacuation of the whole campus. Then I realized, forthcoming was the big celebration moments, for people in this alien land. Yes! You guessed it right, Christmas and New year celebrations. The moments passed by, the wait for these celebrations multiplied by a factor of eagerness. For me, there was something more to come. If I say it a chance to relive my R-days, that wouldn’t be an exaggeration. It was December 24, 5:30 pm at 111 E town center, Nitin was being greeted by the hosts in Columbus. As the moments progressed, footsteps of Rangha landed here, after circumscribing a round of the Small-Cute-Building (read, state house). Then, came Mr. Wild Boar. After having a painful wait of more than 4 hours at his village bus station, the bus people finally allowed him to travel. It wasn’t his fault though, the heavy snowstorm made this worse. And then began our days. Merry Christmas! Following night, Zutshi landed in Columbus, just for a short trip though, but yeah! He seemed happy coming out of a his beautiful village of great science, called Urbana, for few fun moments. Though he was surviving there with another work, not to mention Skyping. The Journey began. Firstly, the troop marched to flag the shows of the Big-Bollywood-Release. I had earlier experiences of wrong planning making the trip adventurous, and this time I shot the arrow. There was some theater X where 3-idiots was supposed to be shown. Confidently, rather over confidently, I found out bus route of theater Y, and everyone just followed me. At the ticket counter, a soft spoken lady says ‘Maybe you got confused with X’ and then a back travel inside my mind, and I realized that I was the culprit. Thankfully, They were showing Avatar, that too in 3-D, (not the IMAX one), so it just saved me being a complete spoilsport. A Sigh! Day worth spent. Next day, we had a lavish Indian buffet and then we did watch the 3-idiots. The same night, Zutshi was replaced by Kaka. It wasn’t a bad idea to spend one day in the kidz-world, though we did enjoy the Dome theater experience there, in a Planetarium. Next day’s hunt for laser-tag was almost becoming a disappointment, but in the end, it became a sweet memory. Yes! It was December 30, 2009. The Reservoir Dogs had a hunt. Later days just passed so smoothly, in downtown night clubs, welcoming first night; in some other restaurant watching football leading to a Great-Suar-Deed, or in experiencing the development from Wright brothers’ Gliders to the unmanned Bugs in Dayton Aviation museum. Yes! Days just passed, and then everyone was departing. Thankyou folks, for those amazing days, a chance to reinvent life, which was being lost in this market.

"Those were the best days of my life"

Alas! Almost eleven months later I’m reminded of this page. I have no idea why had I been away from this page? Well, most often, I bang on someone’s head to visit my blog. But, I’m not doing that too, cuz I know I don’t have any updates since long. There is nothing much to update, except to share It was December 19, 2008 then and it is November 14, 2009 today. I was in R then, living those best days of my life, assembling memories. I’m no more there, left with only those unforgettable moments at farmhouse (Alas! I miss it the most), at adorable nesci, at CL or at any other place in the vicinity of R where we folks left our footprints, carved some memories, where we had crushes. I wish whenever I go there, I should be able to recall those footprints. Perhaps, I’ll relive my best days, though ephemerally. Perhaps, I might burst into tears. And, yes, I'm reminded of this page today, because I'm missing something. It's Convocation week for my batch and I could not attend the same. Damn! Few weeks ago, my some of the dearest friends started talking about their presence to witness the ceremony. I envied them. Deep within in my heart I was actually dieing to be there. November 4th, it was Sajjy's birthday, and when I called him, he told me something. I was like crying at the moment. I could not control my happiness, when I heard that. It was supposed to be a surprise, so he asked me not to tell anyone else. I tried hard, but almost spoiled his surprise. He was actually going to attend the Convocation and on the convocation eve I unvealed his surprise. Sorry Sajjy. I talked to almost everyone from farmhouse, present in R, and I was like crying when someone said "we'll miss u". If only, I could also be there, with them I would have relived the days which will never be back again. Atleast for few hours, I would have relived a day in my life. I was missing everything. Yes! I might not be physically present there, but I was there, in every other way, in their memories. I did not sleep whole night, rather I tried hard to remain connected live to the ceremony through an online streaming. When I heard those golden printed names, I almost jumped off my desk. Call me crazy, but I was trying everything possible to be present there. I was trying to snapshot them, like it would have been if I was there. And, then it was over. We all are Graduate now. Congratulation folks. Love you.

19/12

R is famous for its extreme climactic conditions; extremely hot in summers and extremely cool in winters. Though this time, even till mid of December, sun god was happily bestowing upon us its heat but the environment was is Styx. Everyone was asking the same question to self or other or even god; Why this time? Yes! I am talking about the same placement scenario. I again repeat, I was looking for a career not just a job, which I could not get finally from the campus. Campus placement policy restricts anyone to get more than one job offers, just to ensure that maximum number of people can be sold to corporates. It was December 18. I attended my second pre-placement talk this season: The SR Group. This talk left me with an impression of SR being a bureaucratic organization and the recruitment team, especially the HR counterpart, with their presentation skills assured me that I'm gonna mold them in my direction of thinking. You can say it as if I was being overconfident, but it happened. That very day we had a written test, absolutely resembling tenth class NTSE papers, just added with an extra technical paper in which indubitably I would have scored 49 out of 50. Test results were to be announced on 19th morning, 0800 hours. As expected, it was delayed by more than 2 hours. 1100 hrs: we mustered at the Science and Technology Entrepreneurship Park for non-eliminating discussion round. It was my second chance to suit up. After spoiling my first chance, I was totally geared up to crack this one. Later we had to face two rounds of interview: Technical and HR. No one among the recruiters were of my stream so, I and my fellow branchmates had to undergo telephonic technical interview. Below you can have a glance to the excerpt from my interview part.

(Technical round)

Good old Boss(Gob): So tell me about the marvelous work you are doing for your thesis.

Mr Overconfident(me): It's about this, that, blah blah blah....

Gob: What for? Any use in current technology?

Me: It's gonna revolutionize the current integrated circuitry...blah blah blah..

Gob: That's pretty good. (elated, eh!) So what courses did you undergo last semester?

Me: All the tautological ones( :P, it's pretty common in my department)

Gob: Have you undergone a course in which I could be interested?

Me: Yes sir! It's on Iron and Steel making.

Gob: (Highly elated) So tell me about impurity removal sequence in steel making (quite certain that he will grab my throat by this arrow, poor him!)

Me: (Hehehe) This way, that way...

Gob: (wiping sweating on his forehead); (quite difficult to break this guy). Okay! So what are the various causes of corrosion?

Me: One is this..and... and...

Gob: (Yes! I finally caught the nerve. Yes!) So tell me about dislocations and its fundamental phenomenon.

Me: It's this that... blah blah blah..

Gob: (Uff.. it's very difficult) Okay dear! We're done.

(Elated sigh; Yeah!)

Mr. Cool: So we will meet up again in few minutes for another round of interview.

Me: Yeah!

(Few moments later)

Mr. Cool: So walk me through your resume.

Me: (Yes! I got the same chance again and I am not gonna waste it :D) Dhishum! Dhishum!.. blah blah blah...

Mr. Cool: Wow! Why not for higher studies then?

Me: (Because I want to screw you up :P) blah blah blah...

Mr. Cool: (convincingly) Hmm. That's good. So, tell us about any difficulty you faced and how you tackled the same, successfully or unsuccessfully.

Me: (little thoughtful, and suddenly my brain sparkled with light) Yeah! It's about my communication skills. When I came to R, I was afraid to talk in English. (See today, I'm quite capable of making you fool :P)

Mr. Fool: Hmm. I appreciate it. So you must be fluent in you mother tongue, right? Tell me about yourself in your mother tongue then.

Me: (Uff..) Okay. blah blah blah....

Mr. Cool: That's good Mr. Overconfident. (to others) Any thing else?

Another wise man: You didn't tell about your hobbies, right?

Me: Yes Sir! It's all about Hindi Poetry.

Awm: Great! Can we be fortunate to hear some of your creations?

Me: (Oh dear lord!) Yeah! (singing)

Mr. Cool: (Sighed finally) So Mr. Overconfident. You can leave now.

Me: Thank you. (Elated sigh again :) )

(Moments later)

Mr. Cool assured me that he was actually fooled. Yuppie.. I was selected.

Though not satisfied. I'm still looking for a career, rather than a job. Hope the months of  February and march will bring blossomed moments for me. Till then, Wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year 2009.

Employment paradox

Things do change. This is what, we all perceive and do believe. These are the days when many like me would be thinking the same way. After crossing the GREy period, I had been busy planning and trying to shape my career. The most happening semester of my undergrad life has been recently completed. Since the beginning of this semester, subprime bubble was approaching to touch the pin point. September 20th: It fianlly happened. Then and there onwards, the booming global economy has seen a sudden downturn. Elite poeple had been discussing, suggesting and if in their hand, started acting to control the meltdown. Financial market sank. Many of the major players are not any more among corporates. We had been observing this closely but was not able to appreciate the effect in our lives, until the semester approached completion. Yes! It should now be the time of rigorous interview sessions, for us. Haplessly, we are sitting idle, playing AOE or just killing time, hoping for our windfall; The Employment. In turn the situation has shown a viscitude to employers. Big players are not coming to hire us, so the dreams of many of us have simply died and they are just looking for a job. Small players are back with their good old attitude and thus fully exploiting the opportunity to hire "too-good-for-them" and savoring the fruits of recession. However, even in this situation, there lies their own eyecatching hiring style, asiding "good-boys" for a "fairer-sex". What am i doing? Yes! I am still looking for a career, rather than a job. Somewhere lies my ray of hope, which consoles me deeply and assures me that I will have my viscitude of fortune. Yes! Someday I will savor fruit of my patience and perseverance.

on special note: This most happening semster has cursed me with my first ever sgpa in 8 :(.

It wasn’t a time to do everything I wanted. I wasn’t in a somber (or jolly) mood either. Neither was it a time to blog. I don’t know why I made up my mind to put the reflections down here. I apologize to any vagabond (or wanderlust), luckily or unluckily, fording across this ravine of state of my mind. I apologize if you fell down here searching a scintilla of profundity. Quite contradictory, but full of verity, it is a ravine but lacks depth. Sometimes even I myself am not aware of my swerving mood. 

After having a jubilant and happening summer vacation in the lands far-far away, where resided a cruel ruler few decades ago, I returned to enhance my experience. I returned with a determination to rise again to explore the world, for which there is no rest of the world. Two months of painstaking efforts to master a geeky list of three-thousand-five-hundred weapons proved a killjoy till the d-day. I swear, my efforts weren’t degenerated, but I succumbed. I resigned before a machined program. Then and there I realized what my mistake was. Since the age of five, when I started learning, till date I kept myself away from English literature. Reading newspapers only did never proof helpful enough, to comprehend the reading. Two days of great depression, when the mood of financial market is also distressed, broke me from within. Then, rose the resolve again, to help me out of this Styx. 

It’s time for everyone for a week off. I’m signing off with a determination to keep this page updated.

Intuitive Ana and her circle

If you have plenty of free time, you can’t predict at any moment where are you going to waste it. Since last few months I’m trying my hands on writing, so started blogging. This September my blog page will turn two, but it remained indolent for quite some time and also the posts were not so good to lure people to read it. I had been to many blogo-sapiens’ (courtesy lefty) pages and tried to observe their style of writing which catches people’s interest. Many a times I have read beautiful carved stories on those pages and many a times I also thought to try my hand on story writing. I have written some Hindi poems, but only few. Can’t say why and where my rhetoric mind has been dormant since ages, which always loved creating romantic satires, I believed. Yesterday night, I was trying to create a plot for story, and penning down here. Hope to some extent I might be able to see a path for further improvement in this regard.

* * *

People rarely believe on intuitive minds. But one in a million intuitive minds sometimes sees a reality. Ana had been suffering from mental illness since last couple of years. Nobody knew how she became mentally ill. Her near ones only thought that she might have met with some severe accident.

* * *

Since her graduation she was living alone in a small cottage in a rarely dense location. She had some friends over there too and those people most often spent their evening together, at someone’s cottage or at some picnic spot. Ana was very creative and her hands were finely carved for very good paintings. She did not develop it as her profession. She just did it as a dilettante. Sometimes her paintings show a beautifully carved romanticism; sometimes those were dreary and sometimes frightening, creating a real horror. On a beautiful spring morning, James proposed to go for a picnic at a place around 200 kilometers from their living area.

James: Guys! Any specific plan for today or Ana, are you planning to show us again one of your frightening colorful mysteries.

Russel: James! Mind your tongue dear! If you can’t admire an art you don’t have any right to abuse it. You can’t imagine how beautiful she paints.

Sassi: Stop fighting you morons.

Ana: Well, true you my love, I’m not going to spoil this lovely morning in painting inside this cottage. Guys! Why don’t we go for a picnic today?

James: Ana! You cheated me. I mean, you just snatched the words out of my mouth.

James: Well, I was just to tell you about a lovely picnic spot I figured out in my last return trip from city, around 200 kilometers from here. So start packing up and get ready.

Sassi: Two hundred kilometers, means two hours run by car. James! Bring your car and ensure that everything is ok with it. (As a warning to everyone) you have twenty minutes to finish everything here.

After two hours, they are at the spot.

“Wow! A nice place to hangout, this beautiful morning.”

James brought his music system out and again the same, their all time favorite hip-hop. But for a while Ana looked mysterious. It felt that she was searching for something. When everyone started glaring her, to avoid further questions she decided to make another painting. As she took her accessories out, James exhaled, “here goes again the crap, Hunh!” Ana replied with a faint smile and found her place for putting her accessories. Everyone was enjoying as they wanted to. Ana was doing her painting, but a glare of Sassi on the painting frightened her. Seems she was doing some mistake. While painting she was lost in some thought. For a while she stopped painting and turned back to her friends.

Ana: James! Do you remember my painting which you took for the art exhibition in your college, around 5 months ago?

(Everyone is starring at her)

James: Oh Yes! Off course, dear. The beautiful green field at the exit of a small dense forest of a land lord. And, Ya the small hut at one side of the forest, probably where the landlord lived (laughingly).

Ana: And.

“At the center of green field you quoted some mystic place, I guess” James replied. “Yes! My dear and we are standing at the same mystic place” words just fell from Ana’s mouth.

“What!” “Please don’t spoil our day Ana.” “I’m not at all in a mood to spoil our day my love. See; at least have a glance around you. This is what mystifying me since the time I entered this place” Ana defended herself. She packed her accessories and took others to observe everything in the surrounding carefully. Then they returned to Ana’s cottage and searched for that painting. Everything looked perfectly matched.

Russel: You mean, you had intuition about this place?

James: Oh! Come on. It’s just a coincidence and nothing else. Don’t make it further mystery by adding intuitions.

That night they stayed there only. Ana fell back in her day’s imagination and completed her painting, another frightening one. So, she just kept that one with others and everyone took rest.

* * *

Two weeks later.

Ana was driving her car to the city. In the midday she thought to stop somewhere for her lunch. She saw a small roadside cottage and there were two benches lying outside. She stopped there and thought to ask for permission for having her lunch there.

“Is there anyone inside?”

Silence.

(To herself) “May be they would have gone nearby.”

She sat there and had her lunch, in the midst of observing the satire, “a good piece to paint down, I guess.” She started looking around and went inside. There was another gate in the far left corner. She went near the gate, knocked and a while later when it didn’t open she just pushed the door a little. It was open. It opened into a graveyard. She went a little inside and it again mystified her. She became lost somewhere or was trying to recall something. “Yes! It’s the same.” She observed everything round each and every corner. “Oh my god! It’s the same.” It was another painting of hers showing a lonely graveyard where a solitary old man was digging out graves. She looked for the old man. Forcing her memory she recalled the location of the grave in her painting and went around searching it. Suddenly she saw a grave already dug and stepped slowly nearer and nearer and what she saw shook her completely and she just ran to her car. There was the old man digging it further. She left the place for the city, little frightened, little lost in thoughts. “Why is it happening with me? How can I draw those places where I have never been to, those things which have never happened to me before?”

* * *

On return, she told everything what happened that day to her three friends.

Russel: Oh my god! It means you draw intuitively. Then your other paintings may have some clues. I think we should look for those.

James: Oh shut up! Idiot! It’s just another coincidence and nothing else.

Sassi: Why don’t we try for observing her paintings? May be if it is intuition then we can have some clues?

They started arranging her paintings at least in hope to find some clues. Suddenly Sassi shouted “I’ve been to this place. It’s around two hundred kilometers from this place, in north east. I think we should look for this place’s mystery.” “Good idea. We can hope to get some more evidences.”

Next morning, they all left for the place and the exploration did nothing else than to strengthen the intuitions. Ana was looking upset those days. Hunt and hunt for the places, she had painted. She had stopped painting further. Was worried about what actually these intuitions want to tell her. All paintings seemed in some sequel. All places found were in some coordinated arrangement, trying to convey some message. Twenty five paintings; and till now twenty four coordinated places found. What was the real mystery? May be twenty fifth painting will tell.

* * *

One day she had to leave for the city for some urgent work. Because of her illness Sassi wanted to give her a company, but Ana decided to go alone. She gave her cottage keys to her friends, who decided to stay there to figure out some clue using all the sequence of paintings. They took a location map and tried to figure out something using the places found.

* * *

Ana returned next morning. She asked for Sassi, James and Russel. Silence. “They might have gone to her cottage or to the last location to find the final clue” she murmured. She tried to knock at the door of her cottage but it was left open. Inside her bedroom she found something disordered. “Oh ya! They have left all the painting disarranged at my bed. That’s good.” But a glance at the arrangement shook her for a while. Twenty four paintings were placed in a circular manner symmetrically and twentyfifth one was at the center. There was a location map lying around and each of the twenty four places was marked, making exactly a circle. But another thought thrilled her completely as at the center of that circle, she was standing right then. Then she glared at the painting at the center. Yes! It was her bedroom with three bodies at the center and one some kind of vacant spot. That spot was nothing but the place where her bed was. Completely shaken with the horror of unprecedented she tried to displace her bed and got another shock. There was some thing covered. Terrified from within she lifted the cover and what she saw just forced her to run towards the door and she just ran shouting and crying and crying. There were lying the bodies of her three friends brutally murdered and a vacant place, probably for her but she survived. She ran towards the city completely terrified, completely shaken and met with an accident in her mental instability. Since then she was in hospital. No body bothered actually to find out about her cottage. No body knows, where are her paintings.

Euro Fever

On a beautiful spring evening, searching for a little place to witness the tussle does not state that I have caught the ongoing fever. Weather report says Deutschland will pour this week. Although it’s not pouring but weather is extremely fluctuating. In the morning thermometer indicates 22 degrees and cool winds from Alps may freeze you outside of your room. In the day time thermometer doesn’t indicate more than 25 degrees but weather is beautifully sunny hot and you can opt for sunbathe.

Yesterday evening Deutschland was playing Croatia and it was an opportunity for me to figure out the actual Euro-fever in Europe. I had to meet a German guy who had been to my home country for sometime and we had planned to watch the fever together. I didn’t know how fascinating he could be, about India or about Germany or specifically about the match; afraid of boredom I dragged some of my friends with me too. There was a big screen displaying the live match at our meeting spot and even one and a half hour before starting of the game freaks were present to reserve their seat. He took us to a biergarten so that we can find some places to sit there and enjoy the match. But, it was not in favor of Deutschland’s fortune that we could find a place actually. Then we decided to shift to the cultural center and this was the place where I could very well figure out the so called EuroFever. You can’t listen to the person standing beside you because of the synchronized noise level in support of Deutschland. Each and every freak was dressed in their tricolor flag or in the white team dress, sipping beer cans and shouting and shouting. If the Spartan plot of movie 300 had to be remade on this plot, the dialogue could certainly be “This is total madness” and in reply the deliverer could have been hit hard by the adidas’ soccer ball saying “This is Euro Fever and Deutschland is playing.” Or, might be his head could have been blown by the stroke of a beer bottle. In the awful combination of the madness and boredom of the German companion we decided to find our folks and we left that place saying “chuss” to Mr. German. As soon as we met our folks, Croatia did that. The first goal against Germany and I could see some faces leaning down in regret. May be they would be accusing Lehman as he was also considered to be the problem in the team. I’m not saying this on my own; actually I heard some of them to utter this. After the end of first half, I prayed for Croatia to continue and beat Germany so that I can observe another side of this fever, the agony. Truly as an observer, not at all malevolently I wished the same. And, Croatia did it again, but unfortunately I was no longer present to witness that. May Deutschland win against Austria! So that I can have further chances to complete my observation, and at least enthusiasm of these people does not die so early.