Even the addition or deletion of one word can change not only the meaning of a particular sentence but the likes of us whole life........irony was that faujdar (my co blogger and logger t0o) always felt like a rising sun when blogging was the talking point but when the reality was talked upon about logging ****
it felt that whole universe was under permanent solar eclipse .......that is how life was going for me and faujdar , just dont go by the name of faujdar he was too frail to be called fauji but what to do he inherited the surname from grandparents,perhaps only thing he was proud of after logging*****
the job profile of being a logger is like the job of indian cricket team coach always ready for brickbats for any fault which is yours or not , but dont expect any appreciation even in the dreams for the thankless job .....but we both were like alcoholics who every night swear not drink ever again , but first to be in the line of thirst quenchers outside the international branded wine shop............
life was going at snails place until in a newspapaper Inoticed an advertisement , hard to believe but a job opportunity for us , ad was in small letters but for me it was bolder than mallika sehrawat wearing a costume for her new venture................
i called faujdar immediately he couldnt believe his ears before anything a party was thrown for all our well wishers (whether thay are or not facts are better known to them only) they were surprised but no body asked why such a rage to give pre employment party ...and who will when laal pari is going down the throat at fast pace ... we had our own logic that when before marriage or say lifelong chaining one is happy to give bachelors party why cant we when freeing from being a chained logger was only a night away............
faujdar and myself went to the office in our best possible attire (few but enough) ,our hand were full with blogging material ah what a feeling......our future was waiting for us , we were standing at the heavens door with a lifetime free ticket......
suddenly faujdar was called and at that even i was even feeling proud of sitting besides a faujdar.......but suddenly within five minutes faujdar came running out like PT usha coming back from retirement , before i could say something to him my name was called and entering the room was like all logged tapes asking me the tape counters , never happened before...........honeymoon was over or it never started when the gentleman sitting the chair just feets away about my experience , i passed him all the blogging matter , my future boss asked me we will talk abouy ur hobby latter but start with ur logging experience , i felt like a tape being put in fast forward and rewind mode continuously with no option of a stop buton in near future , then i applied the pause button asked him what the ad was for suddenly the sun was shining bright in my eyes and only see the words loggers wanted , i ran and ran so fat as if following faujdar in a relay race with no battons........
at the exit point was faujdar with red blood eyes and i was sure to kicked off that day before it was decided by dearest and respected friend to set up an enquiry commision and results to be given within a time frame remember when we had last committte to give results within the time frame......................
entering the romm and searching for the paper was like searching a gold meadal for olympics ......fortunately it was discovered soon ...ad was alright bloggers wanted but with star at top ******** (to be looked below) for complete details..... sorry for the printing error ad is for loggers wanted and not bloggers wanted ...... iwas given a let off but only how best known to me........(hurled with a tonful of indian abuses ).....
look at the positive side faujdar i told him our trade (logging was still going great guns in the market ) and soon we will surely make a name in the blogging world ........

*****logging is a dull mixture of art and science by smart people to note the tape counters of feeds recorded with pain but no gain*******