“Come what may” – The most effective three words after “I love you”

Posted on April 10, 2012 by nikhil

Talking of language and literature, I have always been a gross follower of both of them, and I notice the use of phrases very passionately. Dolly had some amazing usage of a few phrases to offer to the world of romance and pseudo-romance. For those who think, these two are similar worlds, let me explain, romance is the world in which Dolly loves you for what you are, and pseudo-romance is the world in which Dolly loves you for what you have, and how willing are you to give that away to her. Without any further deviation from the point, lets come back to phrases; Dolly used the language of English to the best of its capability to deceive. For example , after that amazing love wrapped night at the Orchid hotel (the very day I came from Tokyo), Dolly uttered the following, “Amar, I still am not very sure about you, I still don’t have that strong feeling of love for you, as you have for me…”. I was astonished, was this statement from a girl who follows one of the purest cultures of India, “Samaaj”, are these what we call the values of a “Battees Ys”, is this what her dad is so proud of, and foremost, the so well acclaimed “Samra” village, is this what they teach there..? – “Life is but a one night stand..?”

Anyways, as usual I went on convincing her, and after an hour, we were again the same as were couple of hours back. That day, on our way back home, we talked about how dedicated we both were, and she asked me to make a promise, that I would marry her “Come what may”. I had come across this phrase before, a couple of times in Tokyo, when she urged me to come down to Mumbai, “Come what may…”, when she asked me to refrain from telling things to anybody, “Come what may…”, and when she asked me to promise that I will buy a Maruti Swift, as soon as I finally come to India, “Come what may”! However, this was the first time she was saying this sitting in front of me, and there was an incomplete serenity I could notice in her eyes, a tinge of innocence on her face. I was there for her always, and a promise which my baby asked me to make couldn’t go unattended. So I made that promise. That night, in the hotel, when we bought the diamond ring for her and a lot of apparels, I was lying on my bed, with a sense of satisfaction, waves of delight would timely come into my head, I could offer my baby everything she dreams of, she was just lying beside me cruising over the television, and surprisingly, my eyes were full of tears, just on the thought, that she asked me to make a promise to marry her – “Come what may!” That was a fucking amazing feeling man.

Let me pull the story of “Come what may”, to Bandardhaara, shivering in cold, with my hands wrapping Dolly over her shoulder, we were descending towards the dinner arena. She was mesmerized by the cottages they had in the resort, and the amenities they had provided with every cottage. She wanted me to click photographs of everything to show it to Neha, Manika, and other friends. She at once hold my hands, the warmth of which destroyed my concentration over the staircase, and I just toppled over a bit, and then she said, “Amar, shaadi ke baad hum aise hi aayenge weekends pe..”, I at once said, “Pakka Dolly, every second weekend, we shall drive to some place far off”, and then she said, “Amar promise, Come what may…” Oh my innocent lady, thy manner of spilling those words over the canvas of stress and pain, was so convincing that I actually believed that she desperately wanted to marry me.

 

And, finally let me take this story to Goa, the day when she was sick, the day when I did rounds of Majorda to find out the strange medicine her dad had prescribed, and the day, when my baby couldn’t enjoy the resort and Goa. That evening, I took her out to an overly romantic place, the side restaurant of a grand hotel. Although, we were among the few who were attending that breeze and the night, but it had Karaoke and wine. And, as always, I volunteered to do the sing the first Karaoke out from the crowd. I had no time to browse through the song’s menu as my baby was waiting there for me, so I just picked up the first song alphabetically – “Aa bhi Jaa..”!  Sarcastically impressed by me she volunteered next, and sang the song “Jara jara mehekta hai..”, and surprisingly she was gazing at me while singing the sing. Now you would wonder why was I surprised, I wasn’t then, but now I am, when she already knew she is going to dump me once I go back to Japan, how come she had tears in her eyes? Well the answer is, extra chili mustard chicken, which would bring tears into the eyes of the dead, if a flake of it was popped into his mouth. Anyways, after that mesmerizing song (which definitely took me into the “wow” trance of love), she said, “Amar, I am sure after all the hardships you came to India, and all the pain you have suffered so far (and all the money you have spent so far), today must be feeling very good, promise me baby, you will marry me Come what may, and I will marry you, because, after all this has happened between us none of us can walk off. “

F.U.C.K ! This was the end of it, how couldn’t I just rest my faith in her. She had said that she would marry me in all cases, with her favorite clause of “Come what may”, so I had all reasons to justify everything I was doing for her. And the day when she asked me to leave her house, these three words caused more pain than those three words. The pain became a co-efficient of the fight “Come what may” Vs “I hate you”.

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That shattered stroll from Malad to Jogeshwari…

Posted on March 27, 2012 by nikhil

If you have been reading through my articles, you might have guessed when this was. This was the last bit of convincing I tried to accomplish. I wasn’t having the last clue about the relativity of her intentions. She was very clear, had her path set, and I was just a milestone left behind.  There are at-least two sides of every human, an innocent one and the desperate one, and the amalgamation of both is the most effective tool to destroy you completely.

That evening, I suddenly had an amalgamation, I started weeping and sobbing on knees and requested her to forget about the slap and talk to her parents afresh. Let the conflict be a matter of thin testimony for now. As far I knew, she loved me, because still in India, girls do not choose to be in a living relationship with casual boyfriends. My illusion was competing against my wisdom. I kept on requesting her, narrated her all my hardships I had put into it. Reminded her of how, I just fought with my management to stay back in India, just because she never wanted me to go back at that point of time. Reminded her of the amazing days we had at Goa. Described and questioned her about the dreams we had castled in our innocent and crazy talks over the phone. All but in vain, she was very sure of one point which was the key alibi for exiting this relationship, and that point was, “Amar if you could slap once, you could slap again..” I was nearing my brim of pain, I kept on requesting her not to say that, I won’t ever repeat that, but she had clear nerves and I had pure emotions.

Anyways, she then pulled into our parallel worlds, the concept of maturity, and requested me to behave properly. How could I…? The most precious thing in the world was being snatched away from me. Her voice started shivering, she knew what she was about to say was hard to take in one blow, I could see her neck wrinkling, she was turning pale, but she had to do this. She did not want to carry this burden all along. And she said, “Amar, I can’t marry you.. please samjho..”. At once, I tell you what it was like; it was like the static current you sometimes feel in metals when you are least expecting it. It was like, bullet piercing my bosom, and in simple words it was very painful. I couldn’t react sensibly to it, I just stoop up and stamped out of the house, and when I descended three complete staircases, that innocent fellow woke up and said, try once again. I ran back, pretending as if I forgot my bag, and suddenly came on face few of the most crucial words of my life. I explained it to her, “Dolly.. babu.. I know you love your parents, but you have small bit of responsibility of for that guy who just left everything for you. Do you realize?”And to it she said, “Amar, its that responsibility due to which I am letting you stand here in my home…” Viola, how could she say this, wasn’t everything ours? When she was in Goa, wasn’t that resort room ours? When she used to smile showing her diamond ring, wasn’t that moment ours? I am sure it was, then how could it become her house.

Well, it could have been enough, but she carried on and said, that her previous boyfriend Anirban whatever, was much better than me, he just stood and watched me go and never uttered a word. Off-course , his world was not shattering, he could marry someone very politely and he did. My world was collapsing, how could I just stand and see you go. She slapped me again and again with those words, saying I was the most immature person she had ever come across. And she kept on adding words of affliction to it, she further said, she always wanted her man to be mature enough, good enough etc. I couldn’t take it any further. I was sobbing bitterly at heart, my respect; my dignity all was on stake.

I walked off from her house.  I ‘ll tell you what, I had a big bag on my shoulders and a small bag in my left hand and a Galaxy Tab in my right hand. I started walking from there, I was weeping, and my senses were all dead. I could hear the vehicles blowing the horns, but I couldn’t respond to them, I was just walking, and suddenly a scooter just stopped by me and said, “marne ka hai kya ..?”, I just recollected myself and said, “Andheri kahan hain..?”, and he advised to hire a rickshaw. I couldn’t gather what he said, because in front of me was the lane which would go to her old house, where lived for three weeks. And ignoring that man’s advice I just kept walking, I remember crossing a bridge, a junction of four roads and a big mall, but after that I don’t recall anything. Those words in my head about her older boyfriend and her expectations from her man, were rattling louder than the peak hour traffic noises. Where did her expectations go take a stroll, when she would go shopping with me, she would make love to me, and narrate her plans for our house. I couldn’t feel the vibration of 24 missed calls from Ankit, my mom and Manish. Such was the paralysis which had hit me just moments ago. I kept on walking and shouting in vain her name on the road. People were curiously looking at, but I couldn’t feel a sniff.  That laughs at paragliding excursion, her eyes closed in intimacy, her clear skin flashed in front of me. And what flashed next was, was rather unbearable, I could see her with another man. Believe it or not, that is painful !

I recall, I gathered myself when a auto rickshaw honked at me in lane, and then I saw my tab was glowing. I had just missed another call from Manish. I called him, and asked him to come and take me from there. He at once rushed on his bike to find me. I realized I had reached Jogeshwari.

And there ended my stroll from Malad to Jogeshwari…

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Posted on June 16, 2012 by TheVictim

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Those beautiful handmade necklaces, for which he unravelled the whole Tokyo…[How her greed destroyed him]

Posted on May 28, 2012 by TheVictim

 

 

When we talk of Dolly, the first thoughts which come to our mind are, treachery, greed and beauty. I have written loads about her natural characteristics of treachery and greed, but seldom did I write what Amar narrated me about her beauty. Dolly was a demanding girl friend, as to define the finiteness of which, she would pretty clearly state what she wanted, and what she expected, and she would also make it clear in unclear words that she would get disappointed, if her demands were not met. And, the platitude of Amar was to give all he had to make Dolly happy. Now this amalgamation landed the relationship into a dangerous situation, where one was trying to grab desperately all he had, and the other was eager to waive off all he had, to see a smile on her face. Viola, I wish, Amar had told this to me earlier, I would have burnt the veil of Love, she had carved over Amar’s eyes, by promising of marriage and what not.

So when the days of Amar’s trip to India were coming closer, Dolly would gradually infuse the shady but magnificent demands she had of items to be bought from Tokyo through the lengthy Skype video sessions, and those demands would be conveyed so sweetly, that you won’t even imagine in the wildest of dreams that Dolly was doing all this to leave Amar. So, one fine day, Dolly said over the phone, please get me a Mac set. The naive Amar, thought she was talking of an Apple MacBook, and was curious as to what she would do of that, as even he did not buy it for himself so far. Later she explained, that she was actually asking for a Mac make-up kit, which happened to be one of the costliest brands in the cosmetics world. Amar, at once found out a couple of Mac stores, and the nearest one was near the Tokyo JR station, so he planned a Sunday trip to that place. All hard work to no use, as he just couldn’t decipher what those beauty products did, so he thought he would take Dolly out to the Mac store in India, and he did the same. He gifted her exactly what she wanted, just in India, however this did upset Dolly for a while. LOL what kind of girl was she, she would measure the worth of gifts, by the cost of ‘em. It narrows my belief that, gifts were meant to express your feelings. It rather seemed as if gifts for Dolly were some thing she had rights on, and for Amar it seemed the expression of his fear not to loose Dolly under any circumstances. This whole concept looked so fucked up from a third man’s spot. I don’t blame Dolly, only because, she was enjoying what fell into her platter, but I seriously want to slap Amar for all the foolishness he exhibited.

Anyways, finally coming to the topic of beautiful necklace. One fine Saturday, Amar just went strolling the filthy pricey shops of Roppongi, in search for a bead necklace which Dolly has asked him to bring. Amar, was dedicated I must say, he would sit in girl shops, for 3 hours, try and understand the importance of each handicraft, the communication would be purely in Japanese, and he would just lookup each word by his side in a dictionary he was carrying. I mean, who does this, to be cheated and thrown away. So, he kept on searching for those funny handmade bead necklaces, and every night, he would return home with a couple. Over the Skype he would show them to Dolly, and she would pass on that broad smile of happiness. She would call different names, make faces, and Amar would just be pampered and flattered to the 7th sky. Never in his wickedest dream he would have fathomed that she was not having any feelings for him at all. To be honest, when he would narrate things to Anvit, even he would be affirmative and he would always cascade him to go ahead and attain her. Same was the case with me, I was too happy that Amar fell into love with this girl, and that excitement blinded all of us, to ignoring the greed of that girl. So I blame myself and Anvit, to have pushed Amar into this. He wouldn’t have gone a step ahead without attaining proper approval from us.

Holy crap !! Greed can ruin lives, and I couln’t get a better example of after seeing what happened with Amar.

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हमरी जिन्दगी का एक्के मक्सद है… बदला (I only have one objective in life… revenge)

Posted on May 14, 2012 by nikhil

The other day, over a Skype conversation, Amar and I were discussing about the direction and predicting this upcoming movie, “Gangs of Wasseypur”. I realize that, after going through the trailer of the movie several times, Amar is finely stuck to only one point, which as per him describes his situation very aptly …”हमरी जिन्दगी का एक्के मक्सद है… बदला” ! Lets learn the deeper aspects of this dialogue, and how do they apply to this whole Amar-Dolly series of affairs. As far as I know Amar, a serious incident never happened into his life, until the affair with Dolly. He had had past crushes, relationships, etc, but all just to describe that he was normal. He was never too much involved into any of them, since he already knew his fate. In the worst scenarios of life, as bad as dropping a complete year to comply with what parents believed, or loosing his best friend over an accident, he had the tendency of “let-go”. To be honest, I never imagined that I would see in him such burning rage one day in life.

Dolly and her family is far more fortunate, that they were never exposed to the full fledged rage quotient of Amar. I ‘ve come across people who in acrimony and acute ire, just walk into the whole scene without thinking, just to realize later that they could have taken precaution or should have refrained from doing whatever they did. However, Amar approached this whole “बदला” project with proper plan. I was amazed to see how he jotted down and organized the points where he was supposed to hit ‘em one to one. I at once tried to convince him, to “let-go” of all this, like every time, and then he uttered out of pure grief – ” तुम नहीं समझोगे, I pray this never happens to you.“. The way he mumbled those words, with heavy throat, compelled me to think once again, and when I went over the series of events, I could feel the pain. Poor soul was, used and thrown, all for fiscal rationale, if someone could just care about the person he was, and at least not ridiculed him to an extent of this, he could have claimed his share of peace. Nonetheless, those points are not worth discussing, which couldn’t happen.

So, what could happen and did happen was The Revenge Project. From the day, Amar seeded the idea of creating the mailer algorithm and the email discovery protocol, wonders have happened. I remember, there were scenes, when things couldn’t work out, like the one where we could only attain bloody 16 email ids, after scanning all linkedin contacts, everyone just gave up, and to the dice of engagement, the freaking crazy guy did not sleep for nights, tp actually come up with a methodology which could take him further.

Now, whenever I ring him up in Tokyo, or Seoul or Jakarta, the content of around 70 percent of his conversation revolves around what next he has in mind. I help him, but I don’t understand the lad for one reason, that I have inquired as well as to “Why still this Kolaveri di…?”. To which he would respond, “अगली बार कोइ लड्की ऐसा सोचे भी (किसी भी लड्के के साथ), तो उसकी रूह कान्प जाये.. (Dude, next time a girl even thinks of doing this to a boy, her soul should shiver )!” I asked him again, that how will you make sure of that, to which he narrated me a long lecture on e-marketing, which just bounced over my head. Being away from India, is a barrier in his goal, because he just can’t grab all the details and databases he needs to so easily.

I just pray to god he gets over the rage, as soon as possible and “let-go”, but what he is doing is also justified. I am happy to see the comments which come our posts, which actually prove partially that people are learning about concepts which we intend to publish. Why I say partially is, still a lot of learned brains think that this is wrong, however as one our readers said, “Right or wrong is just a fluid concept” !

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The Saturday Dusk – an evening when her dad called…

Posted on May 2, 2012 by TheVictim

When God was laying foundations of humanity, he encountered a chronicle conflict, a chemical reaction in his laboratory had resulted in creation of a peculiar species of humans, who can’t resist their temptation to retaliate, and can’t ever accept that we humans do make mistakes. As far as retaliation is concerned, even I am one of those, but the perfect example, which I lately realized is Dolly’s Dad – The doctor from Simra. This blessed realization was deposited at our footsteps on that dusk of a Saturday, when her dad, in his carousal of being a Battees Gaama and inability to accept that his daughter could fall so cheap just for money, rang my dad. The only missing block was my presence. My mere presence would have showered the facts like acid rain over a deserted village, and would have shut the blatant arrogant gob. I came to know about all this, from the sources, who were present at the scene of amusement and rage.

Some one looked like this..

One Saturday, at around 6 PM in the evening, my dad’s Samsung Galaxy starts vibrating. Let me take a diversion here to describe my dad. He is one freaking cool and calm fellow, who can handle the news about a murder attempt on his son, by saying, “Samay ka khel hai sab..”  He is ready to handle any situation he ever encounters. So the phone starts glowing and vibrating, and my dad being a busy officer, would generally not receive unknown numbers. However, that evening was different, my dad had just finished his daily set of worship chores, the time was gradually progressing towards a pleasant evening of comedy and cuisine. So, my dad apparently received the call, and guess who was on the other side of the phone, the doctor from Simra. The phone was obnoxiously event driven, as soon as my dad uttered ‘hello’, the party on the other side started inquiring the identity of the receiver.  My dad, somehow managed to regain his chance to speak and established his identity, and as an answer was acknowledged with the introduction of the great guy who was on the calling side. When the two parties finished their introductory phase of conversation, the doctor started speaking about the hardships he and and his family might have come across due to this blog, and overall presence of Amar. With no disrespect to the Doctor, I wish he could revise his Biology lessons from childhood. Even a kid knows, that every mishap in human body or human’s life, is caused due to presence of some element, which did not behave the way it was expected to. Every disease, has an incubation period, and every emotion has an upper limit, when both of them cross their defined limits, things break. Today, several lives were in jeopardy, just because one girl from Simra, had decided to choose money and brutality over emotions and humanity. My dad, listened to the bullshit, the doctor had to say. Bullshit contained phrases describing the innocence of his daughter and son. How his son never attempted a cyber crime and was falsely accused for it (Long story LOL !!). How evil Amar had behaved in past couple of months. He even questioned my coming to Mumbai from Tokyo. Oh my holy Jesus, could someone explain the hon’ble doctor, it was Dolly who summoned me to India. There was a lot of cooked up stuff, as Amar still calling Dolly, and hacking her mobile phone. Some serious cyber education needs to be provided to all people using it.

Anyways, my dad was silent all this while, and people generally expect him to be silent over phones, such is his image. When the doctor, just crossed his limits to say something which is still a mystery. People present their say, that they had never witnessed such a state of Dutta jee in past 10 years. Last time people recall him screaming was on me, when I was caught eve-teasing my principals daughter at school, and a letter was sent at home. My dad, literally said – “Principal sahab ki beti ko kyun cheda..? Apne mohalle mein achi ladkiaan nahin hai kya ..?” LOL !!  So, the people who witnessed this un-noble event, say that my dad literally beat the shit out of the caller. As the doctors say, they had crossed the latency period, or as the laymen say, they had crossed the limits. And started the brutal realization period for the doctor. It was then when the doctor was astonished knowing the figures of money and intimacy involved in this whole relationship. The doctor, couldn’t believe his ears, and he reconfirmed. The doctor was educated and informed about the crude facts from which he had been abstracted so far. We do not raise question on doctor’s nobleness or conscience, for he was just not told the truth by anyone. When he realized the truth, his voice sunk a reverse pitch, he started talking sense and there was politeness in his speech. And the action was pretty expected, he simply offered apologies and dropped back.

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Our Russian friend Dojovik & Our email discovery protocol – a story of how she made him rich…

Posted on April 23, 2012 by nikhil

The castle crashed, it caught fire, the flames of which initially only destroyed Amar, but he is a cunning dog, he vowed to rip things apart, and expose the reality and establish it beyond doubt, that humanity can’t still be taken for granted. You should not try to manipulate life of others, if you are planning to let go of them. Well that was the sad part of it. The funny and interesting part of it started when Gillu, Prateek, Ming and Amar decided to exploit some of their skills. None of them, except Amar was determined enough to make things fall in place. I mean the whole stay at Indonesia would have been futile, if Amar took things lightly. Ming was just in there to share the good times of his internship at Yahoo, Prateek was in India, and was involved into his own shit of startup. It was Amar, who was just so determined to tarnish and rip apart the thin veil of innocence, that girl was wearing, and to let glow the dark side of her face.

So, in the same spree, Amar had started working on this Social Email discovery protocol, long back in India. He has been a prolific Google searcher, and can find out the finest details regarding anyone over the Internet. I remember, he once exposed the extra marital affairs of a senior civil services officer, after he abused Amar over his activity of dating his daughter. Well the name of the officer can’t be mentioned here, only for the reason that he still doesn’t know that Amar did this favor for him.

I dont know much of the technicalities, but what I understand from his description of the methodology he uses is, he requires a 1st degree or 2nd degree connection on any social networking website, which provides APIs for the programmers to couple their applications for commercial use. Now, for Amar, nothing is commercial, to be honest, he is spending money like an ass, on buying the best un traceable spamming services and on host programmable mailers, which send you spams as individual mails, and would eventually land up in your Google mail’s priority inbox. LOL — This certainly is High Definition rage.

So his program, which he wrote in Ruby, would require credentials on any social networking website, which has a 1st degree or 2nd degree connection to the victim. After Dolly threw Amar out of her life, she blocked him on all places, except Skype and LinkedIn. Now this is where, things got interesting, her Skype had, almost 100+ contacts. Anyways, before you wonder, I will tell you, this software so far works only on LinkedIn and Facebook. Amar has no motivation left in him to develop it further for other social networks. I guess, he needs another breakup to do it. LOL.

This software, internally just scans through the contacts on the social network, and forms scary Google search strings. Those search string are saved into a file. For every contact, the software makes about 40-50 search strings depending upon the detail of information provided int the social profile. Although, there is no static way as of now to end this navigation, so Ming suggested to hard code the navigation degree. After a candidate has been processed completely, the system now fetches all the strings and executes them over the web. the output of this operation is collected in a flat file, which for every candidate is of around 4 Megs. Now this humongous file has to be processed, and scanned out for email IDs, with respect to the candidate’s social network information. The information storage is done in JSON format and stored in a central location. Now, I am sure you would be wondering about the processing power and speed of this whole activity. Well, not to forget, our lad works for the giant Silicon development company, and he exploits their unused server capacity, to the best possible cause.

This software, actually worked pretty well for us, as our use case was very small, and once the job was done, Amar just threw away the code. Ming picked it up, and started implementing clauses, and Amar had no issues with it. When Amar, was at Tokyo, Ming put in around a week to implement more efficient social discovery, and well that worked rather better. They finally decided to have their own spammer, but it was very well traceable, and using TOR was just killing our bandwidth. A week later, a Russian acquaintance of Ming, read Amar’s article on Facebook security, and contacted Ming, to know more about the email discovery. Amar, explained how it works, and Dojovik was pretty impressed, he offered his services and products he had written over the years to make a perfect spammer, which guarantees the landing of email in Inbox. This was what these two had been looking for, and the email discovery was what Dojovik was looking for. It was like a socket meeting plug. They decided on experimenting it with DilKaAchaar.com and it worked to an extent. They at once decided to publish and advertise it, and to music in our ears, we have already leased it to some customers from Europe and South East Asia.

… and this is how she made him rich.

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Dolly and the Hotels of Mumbai…

Posted on April 16, 2012 by nikhil

An average person on this Earth requires a cozy and a comfortable room to live in, with an air conditioner installed, a television with an active digital cable connection, and attached washroom with hot running water, and someone at your service. However, Dolly (or I guess all battees Y girls, or probably this is a specialty with Samra village girls) would seek stay places of far better extent, of-course if someone else (in this case Amar) was paying for it.

So, it all starts at Tokyo, as you all know, on Dolly’s behest Amar planned his trip to India, and from the very first day of planning the trip, the couple started making plans for their stay. Amar would sometimes be bamboozled, after listening to Dolly’s expectations from his upcoming trip. Every night over Skype, she would count the day’s left for Amar’s arrival, the gateway to immense shopping, a road to Goa trip and much more. She would remind him, without fail everyday that she wanted to stay with him, for his entire stay at India. Okay, let me tell you something about Amar, even if he runs out of all money in account, he would try and achieve what Dolly would ask for at any cost (under normal conditions).

Amar, never had a place to stay at Mumbai, so he had a plan of action to book an average, decent 3 star hotel, for a month where he could stay with Dolly. Anyways, they had planned their first night at a 5 star, Orchid International, Mumbai, the experience of which was amazing when you consider the intimacy quotient between the two, but the stay experience was not that good.

Switching to 1st person.

Next, on Dolly’s advice we landed into an average hotel, the hotel Sampoorna, and this was the same night, we bought the diamond ring for her.  Sampoorna hotel is a decent place to stay, with a per night rent of 4K, it offers you good room, clean washrooms, decent television and a shared cable connection, free Wi-Fi and a breakfast package. However, Dolly did not like this hotel. (Refer to http://dilkaachaar.com/sms/SMS_05.html)  I mean this was kind of ironic, it was on her proposal we came to stay at this hotel, and she did not like it. The first week of my stay we stayed there, we would have great time shopping in malls nearby (or at least Dolly would have great time shopping, and I had great time paying the bills), at night we would talk till late, and next morning you would see the sad face of Dolly, because she did not like the hotel.

The resort of Bandardhaara

After we returned from Bandardhaara, Dolly suggested another hotel, Homotel, a Sarovar group hotel, stone throwing distance from her office, amazing breakfast and a room too good to live. Oh yes it costs a bomb to live there, 8k per night. With my salary I can afford to stay there not more than 10 days, but Dolly was happy, so I did not give it a damn.  We stayed there quite a lot, and she won’t enjoy the stay completely ever, I never could figure what else she wanted?

Reaching a bit out of scope, when we were planning our Goa trip, Dolly had done some research on the hotels and resorts; she had enormous number of options, including service apartments, hotels and resorts. Now, there is something vague with the people from Samra Village, they always flip over their first decision. She asked me to book an average resort, which was worth around 4k-5k per night; I at once went ahead and booked the finest room there for 5 days. After a couple of days, she stamped into the house disgusted with the reviews she had read about the hotel on the websites. She insisted me to find something better, and then I grabbed some advice from Anni at Goa. Came up a few options, out of which we decided on Kenilsworth resort. Now let me tell you, this resort is actually one of the costliest resorts of Goa.  They had their own private beach, huge curvy swimming pool, gardens, amazing breakfast, and excellent room with a balcony all for just 8k per night. Yes, all was fair in love and war for me then, so we booked this and we lived happily ever after. Dolly was excited to see the resort, she couldn’t believe that I actually brought to such an amazing resort, the concept of private beach was like a dream come true for her, she was thrilled by the experience. I took her in my arms, and walked into the ocean, that was romantic. One couldn’t just imagine that this was all fake.  She knew, she was going to leave me in about 1 month from then, she knew from within that all the emotions she exhibited were just masks of imitation. Anvit warned me then saying, “Dude, look at you, and look at her, how you have kept her, and how you keep yourself…? This isn’t a normal relationship… ”, and I so wisely just ignored him.

When all this was at the dusk of it I was sad, there was a wide emptiness over road, and yet there were many unconsidered figures moving silently through the half-light, or dotted unobtrusively at horizon, scarcely to be distinguished from the shadowed gloom in which they walked. I walked along the streets of Malad, just staring wildly at those hotels, on my way back to Tokyo at the Mumbai airport, just peeping out of the taxi to grab a look of my symbol of love, the Orchid International, my eyes were filled with tears, I just couldn’t realize the fact that she walked all over me, just like that. All my efforts were into void, I was like a filler event in an international film festival, which would only be used, if there was buffer of time, and she had a 6 months buffer to use me.

At the end it’s just LOL for her, and LOL for me.

 

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Aftermath of Deception – How we defeated Facebook’s Password Recovery mechanism…

Posted on April 6, 2012 by nikhil

Aftermath of Deception – How we defeated Facebook’s Password Recovery mechanism “just in rage” !

 

At the very starting of this historical article, I extend my sincere thanks to the 346 Facebook friends, who allowed us the misuse of facebook to fight the treachery which that wicked Doll had incurred on Amar. And, I do have realized that sincerity and rage when mixed together produce amazing results. Thank you friends, for isolating the world for those couple of hours, every day, in weird timings, when we used to experiment your account for generation of password reset codes.

Lets discover it as a sequence of events. When Dolly, ditched Amar, and left him dried of all money and emotions, there was this agony, a silent rage which was circulating in his blood. This rage started coming to shape, when he met his friend “Gillu”, from one of the most renowned start-ups of India (Zomato). Gillu’s ideas were wild and scary, he even promised Amar, the best internet writer for just 5K per article, who could destroy the character and bring to chaos the whole bloody system in which she was living. Amar, refrained from the idea of outsourcing the literature, as he wanted to narrate things himself (which he most obviously is pathetic at). However, one of the very wise advices of Gillu was, to reach all of her contacts, and somehow convince them to read the story.

Prateek.

Switching to first person – me

So, here started the hunt for contacts. I in my stupid rage and spree to forget her had deleted all her messages and any details I had of her. This made my life tough, because Android was all I used. Anyways, that was not a big deal, thanks to Ming, who recovered the images and messages back for me, although, did not allow me to even add an extra file to my phone for three damn weeks. I along with Prateek, Ming and with inputs from Gillu, started making a social email discovery protocol, in which you would only be requiring a connection to one social network, and this is where LinkedIn helped. From there we scanned out a list of contacts, and made trees branching off to nodes which were nothing but Google Search Strings. And this was a total failure, as we could only make out 50 or so contacts, in which around 17 were redundant. So, there was an acute need of something more concrete and reliable. Which apparently was Facebook? We started exploring the possibilities.

Now to be honest, Facebook recovery is fucked up, you need to be silent enough, either you gather the password and silently steal all the contacts, or have a time span of at least 48 hours to gather all the contacts after resetting the password. To isolate the Facebook from the user, you need to isolate his/her email id from them. And to isolate email id from them, you have to mess things up very badly. Dolly’s Facebook recovery question was weird, to which I thought the answer was me, but come to what, you don’t know how many Amars would have been in her life, so I just gave up framing answers for that. Now there is one thing which is funny in Facebook, they always, give you two options to recover password, either click on the link provided in the recovery email, or use the recovery code.

Facebook Recovery Code: Now this code, is generated by some algorithm, but what is that? So my team of think tanks, including Prateek and Ming, started experimenting on our Facebook accounts, and we realized we needed more and more account, about 200. If we started brute-forcing on madame’s account, it might get locked, and she might get email alerts. So, we added a pop-up Trojan installer in my website, which would only respond to requests from IP 14.98.XXX.XXX. Our lady of light uses Tata Indicom, and that is the IP range they award in Mumbai. And this worked. Ignorant she; allowed the pop up. The details of this trojan, would be covered by Ming, if he wants to.

So, now I send a mail to many of my trusted brotherhood companions over Facebook to allow me a misuse of their Facebook ID, and generally analyze the password recovery code. You wont believe, I went to Indonesia and lived with Ming for a week to do this. Prateek would support online.

 

The Analysis: We analyzed the Facebook password recovery code for almost 300 accounts, and 17 accounts we kept as pilot accounts, where everything would remain perfect. We were researching in the direction to find out the PRNG which they were using, and focusing completely on following,

We thought the generator should also have several other properties; it must be resistant to analysis of its input data. An attacker who recovers or is aware of a portion of the input to the generator should be unable to use this information to recover the generator’s state. As an extension of the above, it should also be resistant to manipulation of the input data, so that an attacker able to feed chosen input to the generator should be unable to influence its state in any predictable manner. An example of a generator which lacked this property was the one used in early versions of the BSAFE library, which could end up containing a very low amount of entropy if fed many small data blocks such as user keystroke information.

I personally thought it should be resistant to analysis of its output data. If an attacker recovers a portion of the generator’s state, they should be unable to recover any other state information from this (ideally, the generator should never leak any of its state to the outside world). For example recovering generator output such as a session key or PKCS #1 padding for RSA keys should not allow any more of the generator state to be recovered. Ming was stuck on only one point and I don’t know why Prateek supported him, he thought the generator should also take steps to protect its internal state to ensure that it can’t be recovered through techniques such as scanning the system swap file for a large block of random data. The implementation of the generator which Facebook might be using should make explicit any actions such as mixing the pool or extracting user data in order to allow the conformance of the code to the generator design to be easily checked. This is particularly problematic in the code used to implement the PGP 2.x random number pool and user data is significant here, which (for example) relies on the fact that a pool index value is initially set to point past the end of the pool so that on the first attempt to read data from it the available byte count will evaluate to zero bytes, resulting in no data being copied out and the code dropping through to the pool mixing function. This type of coding makes the correct functioning of the random pool management code difficult to ascertain.

The moment of Truth: It was on a Friday, half drunk when the series analyzer which Ming had written for Yahoo, told us that there are certain factors on which the code is dependent, and it certainly is not a Pseudo Random Number. Holy fuck ! This password recovery code wasn’t a random number generated by any PRNG. It was a function of several parameters. This moment we realized, we should throw all our code so far.

We started again, those friends were really patient, whose accounts we were misusing, but then as Prateek would say, everything is fair in love and war, and this was a world war for me. I badly wanted to expose her infront of her ownself.

The Universal algorithm for generating Facebook password reset codes, is based on

Where, g(y) will give the numeric code,

Dl = Date of last password change,

Dnl = Date of nth last password change,

DoB: DoB as mentioned on Facebook,

H (x): Some set of private information, and set changes as per each profile.

Lf : is the most interesting one, it’s the string name of the last person you conversed with. And if your account is new, and you haven’t conversed with any one, the Facebook password recovery fails, yes this is a BUG.  Yes you have to considerably know the person very well, which I knew of course.

Enough details, rest are reserved for Ming’s new challenge to Facebook profile.

The Day of Operation: After around 12,000 generations, and the later success, we were sure this algorithm of our worked, atleast for those 300 accounts we were operating on. A day of complete blackout was decided, and we already knew the ETA of a sensible victim. The ETA on Google Account for a sensible victim is around 36 hours, and ETA on a facebook account if considering the email access in mind, is a few minutes after the email is recovered. We needed Facebook account for at least 48 hours to deactivate, and reactivate and being in comfort zone, extract all contact details. Using the trojan data, Ming and I managed to blackout emails for our babe, and take control of her facebook, which although deactivated it for 24 hours. Now, we had the Facebook account, we requested for download the complete Facebook information. This took us hours to gather it, since Facebook is a bit slow preparing it. However, to our surprise, the archive did not contain email ids. Holy Crap ! again, and next morning my secret baby regained control of her Facebook account and Google account.

Disaster Recovery: Using the old password, and my ability to recognize her friends, we re-entered her account, quickly coupled it with Yahoo and extracted all the email ids. This sent off a few alerts, but was fine, as disaster recovery by the name means some disaster might have happened. Mind it, all this was done using my proxy switcher script, which bounced my requests through 8 IPs, from Malaysia, Indonesia, Japan, Georgia and India.

There is, and there was a horizon of evilness. She exhibited her’s, and now its time to exhibit ours.

 

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The Closet Of Love

Posted on April 5, 2012 by sandy

The Closet Of Love (Dedicated to the deepest secrets)
My deepest closet I open today,
Yet closed for the rest of being;
The closet of love thy reside,
The closet of love thy sealed once.

Liberal truth buried within.
The truth of love
And the truth of trust.
Ironic, all buried within.

All the space thy occupied,
The closet had none for else.
Indeed the fifth chamber
Yes, that was for me.

My closet when I open today,
Full of oxy memories.
Liquid Red follows by; And
The remains- all Blue.

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How do girls who don’t love their boyfriends shop…?

Posted on April 2, 2012 by nikhil

As the myth goes, there are two types of girlfriends. The Class ‘A’ – the girls who love their boyfriend, and have deep rooted long term plans to marry him. And the Class ‘B’ – the fine set of girls, who don’t love their boyfriend, and have a finite set of moments left before they can quit the relationship. Today, we shall discuss in detail about the Class ‘B’ set of girls.

Citing an example of class ‘B’ set of girls is Dolly. Now Dolly, always knew she was not going to marry Amar. However, she also knew, that Amar has a vast cash reserve, which he saved in Tokyo for her, and has a big hefty bank account. So it was apparent on her side to take her share.

Class ‘B’ set of girls, very cleverly over the phone or in several meets gradually inform their boyfriend that “shopping” is the most amazing thing in world, and they just love it. This explanation continues for long, and at a certain point it takes the form of planning. The boy doesn’t even realize, when the shopping notion in casual conversations became planning. The planning is a series of events, the girl would tell you how much does she spends shopping, she would crib as to how she never had good company to shop with. For example, madame Dolly would generally tell Amar, that she always wanted to go to shopping sessions with someone who allows her “tag-less” shopping. She would describe how crazy was she for apparels, and how diamonds make her day. Amar, would listen to all this, and introspect, I can give her all of them, but should I? – Oh yes, after all she is going to marry me and this all is going to be hers only. So guys like Amar, at once decide that they are going to approve of anything she ever wanted to buy.

So, would start a pleasant shopping day. When Dolly would pull Amar into a big mall, lets consider In-Orbit Malad for today. Just before entering the mall, Dolly would grab Amar’s hand, and just stick close to her heart, which would melt Amar emotionally. Amar, being so close to a girl for the first time, would go into trance, would imagine dancing amongst green trees and lakes. Dolly would take advantage of that trance, and pull Amar into an apparel brand showroom, -MANGO. Although Amar has been requesting her to enter the showrooms of the brands he had heard of like Park Avenue etc, but Dolly would insist on MANGO. Dolly, would then start browsing through the store, with a keen eye on all dresses, she would pick up one, and hand it to Amar, and then repeat this process atleast 7-8 times. This way, she picked up almost 10-13 dresses. When it was too much for Amar to carry, he politely requests her to go and try them out. She happily takes the whole pile into a dressing room, there opens the door of the dressing room after 15 minutes. Ahaa, amazing, there she is, Amar compliments her, and in return she says, “Sab tumhaara hi hai… BABU” ! – Amar is flat. So she tries all her dresses, would come out, find another matching dress and go back again. It was fucking amazing to notice that she was shopping the dresses of one of the costliest brands as vegetables. And the bloddy lady assisting her, did her job to the best extent, by recommending her an entirely new section of clothes. So, Dolly chooses around 6 dresses from the older lot, and around 4 dresses from the newer lot. Now the guy wont be counting, remember he is already in trance and is planning the honeymoon. And the girl on other side is thinking, lets grab as much here, because I am pretty sure after this trip, I have to anyways dump him… LOL !

 

By now, Dolly has spent around 2 hours in the trial rooms, which is actually the longest amongst all girls present there. Anyways, after so much toil, around 10-12 dresses are selected, and the cashier starts grabbing his barcodes swiftly. Meanwhile Dolly is just looking at Amar and saying, “who pink waali kitni beautiful hai na..!!! ”.  Amar, who still was wrapped in thoughts, has no words to answer Dolly. There is silence between the two, the two are peeping into the eyes of each other and trying to find some answers, when the cashier utters “Tera Hazaar aath sau chabbees rupaye” !

Taken back, Amar reaches his pocket for the cash, suspecting he won’t be having that much. And Dolly looks at Amar with terrified eyes and says, “Sorry babu !! itna mehenga …!!!”. Amar, at once reaches his credit card and offers it to the cashier, uttering to Dolly, “Koi baat nahin babu.. “ ! This shop is done. Walking casually, there comes a showroom of Catwalk, and as Dolly told Amar well in advance, she is crazy about foot wear, apparels, handbags and diamonds, Amar urges Dolly to enter. Dolly who was expecting this gesture, now enters the Catwalk showroom, and asks Amar to comment on few of the choices she had made. Amar, approves them all and in reply to which Dolly would say, “Wao Amar !, tumhaari choice to sach mein amazing hai !“ – Amar Khush.. J So, the footwears are selected, around 4 pairs. At that point, a thought strikes Amar’s mind, “dude, you yourself have just one pair of sandles and one pair of shoes which you have been dragging since 2006”, but the very next moment he thinks, “Its all for Dolly, after all she is going to marry me later !” While Amar was contemplating these thoughts, the bill Is presented to him, and its just 6,840/- bucks. Cool, he had enough cash this time. As soon as they exit the store, Dolly grabs Amar’s hand tightly and says, “Amar, you know what, I am the luckiest girl on the earth today !” Poor Amar, has tears in his eyes over this statement, she indeed was the luckiest girl, but he wasn’t the luckiest guy, it was all gonna end in a couple of months, which he couldn’t realize.

However, you must have realized, that a couple of sweet lines those days, cost Amar dearly, around 21K that day, and not to mention there were several such days. As a matter of fact, the state of affairs had come to an extent that the days, when there would be no shopping, there would be quarrel at home, so Amar, just to be on the safe side would simply suggest shopping every evening, no matter how much was blown !

You know what money was not important, every evening when I would skip good dining opportunity at Roppongi Hills, Tokyo, thinking that lets save it this time and do with a 7-11 packed food, that thought was important!

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