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September 4, 2025
LOL of Google Translate
Love You Forever Only In That WaySaurabh Dudeja
Rohit: “Arre yaar, Google Translate itna pagal kyun hai?”
Priya: “Kya translate kar rahe ho iss baar?”
Rohit typed: “I am feeling blue.”
Google Translate: “Main neela rang mehsoos kar raha hoon.”
Rohit: “Neela rang? Main udas hoon kehna chahta tha, smoothie nahi!”
Priya giggled: “Try next one.”
Rohit typed: “He’s a pain in the neck.”
Google Translate: “Woh gardan mein dard hai.”
Priya: “Ab doctor ko call karna padega kya?”
Rohit: “Last one. ‘Break a leg.’”
Google Translate: “Apna pair tod do.”
Priya: “Rohit, ye encouragement ka thoda violent version hai!”
Rohit: “Ab dekhte hain French. ‘I love you.’”
Google Translate: “Main tumhe pyar se tolerate karta hoon.”
Priya: “Google ka pyaar style! Direct, zero drama!”
Rohit: “Agli baar emoji hi use karenge. Kam se kam 😊 ko nahi bigaad sakta… shayad.”
Priya: “Ya phir isse 🐍 mein convert kar de!”
Rohit: “Never underestimate Google Translate—India ka accidental comedy king!”
Rohit: “Arre yaar, Google Translate itna pagal kyun hai?”
Priya: “Kya translate kar rahe ho iss baar?”
Rohit typed: “I am feeling blue.”
Google Translate: “Main neela rang mehsoos kar raha hoon.”
Rohit: “Neela rang? Main udas hoon kehna chahta tha, smoothie nahi!”
Priya giggled: “Try next one.”
Rohit typed: “He’s a pain in the neck.”
Google Translate: “Woh gardan mein dard hai.”
Priya: “Ab doctor ko call karna padega kya?”
Rohit: “Last one. ‘Break a leg.’”
Google Translate: “Apna pair tod do.”
Priya: “Rohit, ye encouragement ka thoda violent version hai!”
Rohit: “Ab dekhte hain French. ‘I love you.’”
Google Translate: “Main tumhe pyar se tolerate karta hoon.”
Priya: “Google ka pyaar style! Direct, zero drama!”
Rohit: “Agli baar emoji hi use karenge. Kam se kam 😊 ko nahi bigaad sakta… shayad.”
Priya: “Ya phir isse 🐍 mein convert kar de!”
Rohit: “Never underestimate Google Translate—India ka accidental comedy king!”
September 2, 2025
Comedy Satta King!
Raju stared at his phone. “Bhai, aaj main Satta King banne wala hoon!”
Bunty laughed. “King? Last time you lost your shirt… literally!”
“Not this time!” Raju grinned, placing his first bet. Ding! Win. Second bet? Win. Third? Jackpot!
“Dekha! Main king hoon!” he shouted, dancing. “Amma, tumhara beta rich ho gaya!”
Then came the fourth bet. Ding! Wrong number.
“NO! Impossible!” Raju flopped onto the sofa, wallet empty.
Bunty smirked. “King, huh? More like… Jester.”
Raju looked at his cat. “Even Mr. Whiskers is judging me.”
The cat yawned.
Raju groaned, “Three wins, zero brains, and one very judgmental cat. Perfect.”
Bunty laughed, “Welcome to Satta King, legend!”
Bunty laughed. “King? Last time you lost your shirt… literally!”
“Not this time!” Raju grinned, placing his first bet. Ding! Win. Second bet? Win. Third? Jackpot!
“Dekha! Main king hoon!” he shouted, dancing. “Amma, tumhara beta rich ho gaya!”
Then came the fourth bet. Ding! Wrong number.
“NO! Impossible!” Raju flopped onto the sofa, wallet empty.
Bunty smirked. “King, huh? More like… Jester.”
Raju looked at his cat. “Even Mr. Whiskers is judging me.”
The cat yawned.
Raju groaned, “Three wins, zero brains, and one very judgmental cat. Perfect.”
Bunty laughed, “Welcome to Satta King, legend!”
Baaghi 4 Parody
Its a short story Parody of Baaghi 4
Original Baaghi-4 Cast: Tiger Shroff, Harnaaz Kaur, Sonam Bajwa, Sanjay Dutt
The streets of Delhi were silent until a scooter screeched to a halt. Out stepped Rohan, self-proclaimed “Baaghi,” with his leather jacket… and a helmet two sizes too big.
Rohan (posing): "Main hoon Baaghi… jiska naam sunte hi dushman ki WiFi band ho jaati hai!" Suddenly, ten goons appeared, carrying sticks. Their leader, Chintu Don, laughed.
Chintu Don: "Arre! Helmet nikal, warna hum tujhe Scooty ka stepney bana denge!"
Rohan (serious tone): "Stepney toh tum banoge… jab main tumhe ghoomakar hawa bhar dunga!" He lunged forward. First punch—missed. He accidentally punched a wall and screamed louder than the goons. They laughed hysterically.
Goons (mocking): "Yeh hai Baaghi? Yeh toh Baaghi Ka Machchar Nikla Reee!" But then Rohan slipped on a banana peel, spun in the air, and accidentally kicked three goons at once. They fell unconscious. Rohan (standing tall, pretending): "Yeh tha mera secret move—Banana Kick!"
Chintu Don panicked and pulled out a toy gun (the plastic one from Diwali mela). Rohan (smirking): "Plastic ke dande se asli Baaghi ko dhamka raha hai? Chal, selfie lete hain!" He snatched the gun, posed with Chintu, clicked a selfie, and posted it online. Within minutes, #Baaghi4 started trending.
Police sirens wailed. Chintu and his men fled. Rohan stood victorious.
Rohan (winking at Maya, his girlfriend): "Choti Bachi ho kya???? Baaghi ka funda simple hai—maar bhi khata hoon, maar bhi deta hoon… Sirf Marne ke liye Janm hua hai mera" They both rode off on his scooter, which suddenly ran out of petrol.
Maya: "Baaghi 4 ke hero ban ne chale the… ab scooter se Maaar kha rahe hain!"
Original Baaghi-4 Cast: Tiger Shroff, Harnaaz Kaur, Sonam Bajwa, Sanjay Dutt
The streets of Delhi were silent until a scooter screeched to a halt. Out stepped Rohan, self-proclaimed “Baaghi,” with his leather jacket… and a helmet two sizes too big.
Rohan (posing): "Main hoon Baaghi… jiska naam sunte hi dushman ki WiFi band ho jaati hai!" Suddenly, ten goons appeared, carrying sticks. Their leader, Chintu Don, laughed.
Chintu Don: "Arre! Helmet nikal, warna hum tujhe Scooty ka stepney bana denge!"
Rohan (serious tone): "Stepney toh tum banoge… jab main tumhe ghoomakar hawa bhar dunga!" He lunged forward. First punch—missed. He accidentally punched a wall and screamed louder than the goons. They laughed hysterically.
Goons (mocking): "Yeh hai Baaghi? Yeh toh Baaghi Ka Machchar Nikla Reee!" But then Rohan slipped on a banana peel, spun in the air, and accidentally kicked three goons at once. They fell unconscious. Rohan (standing tall, pretending): "Yeh tha mera secret move—Banana Kick!"
Chintu Don panicked and pulled out a toy gun (the plastic one from Diwali mela). Rohan (smirking): "Plastic ke dande se asli Baaghi ko dhamka raha hai? Chal, selfie lete hain!" He snatched the gun, posed with Chintu, clicked a selfie, and posted it online. Within minutes, #Baaghi4 started trending.
Police sirens wailed. Chintu and his men fled. Rohan stood victorious.
Rohan (winking at Maya, his girlfriend): "Choti Bachi ho kya???? Baaghi ka funda simple hai—maar bhi khata hoon, maar bhi deta hoon… Sirf Marne ke liye Janm hua hai mera" They both rode off on his scooter, which suddenly ran out of petrol.
Maya: "Baaghi 4 ke hero ban ne chale the… ab scooter se Maaar kha rahe hain!"
August 28, 2025
Irreversible Collision
Part 1 – Collision Course
Rain slicked streets glimmered under neon lights as Rohit raced his motorcycle through Mumbai’s maze. Behind him, Vikram accelerated, closing the gap. Rivals by choice, enemies by blood, they had unfinished business.
On a nearby rooftop, Isha and Meera watched silently. “They don’t even know we’re playing,” Isha whispered. Meera smirked, adjusting her sniper rifle. “And that’s exactly how we want it.”
Rohit narrowly avoided a taxi, tires screeching on wet asphalt. Vikram mirrored him, every move a lethal mirror. They fought for the same prize: a drive containing secrets worth millions.
The chase ended at an abandoned construction site. Vikram jumped from his bike, gun raised. Rohit followed, fists ready. Then, from the shadows, a set of explosives detonated—sending sparks and steel flying.
The two men froze, realizing the game had escalated far beyond their rivalry. And somewhere above, Isha and Meera smiled, knowing the chaos had only just begun.
Ending: Amidst the wreckage, a mysterious figure disappeared into the smoke. Who had triggered the explosion—and why?
________________________________________
Part 2 – Shadows and Lies
Rohit woke, tied to a chair in a dim warehouse. Across from him, Vikram also stirred, gun still in hand. Confusion flashed in both their eyes.
“I’ve been expecting you,” Isha’s voice echoed. She stepped into the shadows, Meera behind her. “This isn’t about money or revenge. It’s about control.”
Vikram laughed. “So we’re your pawns?”
Meera’s eyes glinted. “Pawns who can still make moves… if you’re clever enough.”
Alarms blared. Smoke poured in. Steel bars dropped from the ceiling, enclosing them.
Rohit and Vikram exchanged a tense look—rivals were now allies against a common, unseen enemy.
Together, they broke free, dodging bullets, lasers, and collapsing crates. Isha and Meera stayed just ahead, always calculating. Every step was a test of instinct, betrayal, and survival.
Ending: Just as they thought they had gained the upper hand, a helicopter hovered above the warehouse, searchlights cutting through the smoke. “They’re not done with us,” Vikram muttered.
--------------------------------------------
Part 3 – The Reckoning
The final showdown erupted on a helipad, high above the storm-lashed city. Wind howled, rain stung like knives. Rohit and Vikram moved cautiously, guns drawn. Isha and Meera appeared, calm and deadly.
“End it now,” Isha said. Meera’s rifle gleamed under the rain.
The first shots rang out. Flare guns, gunfire, and punches collided in a deadly ballet. Rohit feinted left, tripping Vikram into a crate. Isha lunged; Meera aimed for Rohit.
Rohit grabbed a flare midair, sending it crashing into Meera’s position. Sparks and smoke blinded her. Vikram seized the moment to push Isha off balance—but Rohit had already secured the drive.
Rain washed over the helipad. Silence descended… and then the distant roar of multiple helicopters approaching.
Ending: Rohit and Vikram looked at each other, drive in hand, as searchlights cut through the storm. “This… is far from over,” Rohit said.
________________________________________
Climax – Storm Over the City
The helicopters circled above, their searchlights cutting through sheets of rain. Rohit and Vikram crouched behind the helipad’s railing, the silver drive clutched tightly. Isha and Meera emerged from the shadows, wet hair plastered to their faces, eyes sharp and unyielding.
“You think you’ve won?” Isha hissed, gun leveled at Rohit.
Vikram’s hand hovered over his pistol, every muscle coiled. “We survive this, or we die trying,” he muttered.
The first shot shattered the night—Meera firing at Vikram. He rolled, taking cover behind the helipad’s edge. Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off metal. Rohit lunged, knocking Isha off balance, sending her sliding perilously close to the edge.
Suddenly, Rohit realized the drive was rigged—Meera had wired it with explosives, a trap to kill anyone who touched it. He shouted, “It’s booby-trapped!”
Isha froze. Meera’s lips twisted into a grim smile. “Too late,” she said.
Rohit and Vikram acted in perfect sync. Rohit tackled Meera, disarming her while Vikram ripped the drive free, tossing it onto a nearby crate. Sparks erupted, a fireball illuminating the storm-soaked rooftop.
All four were thrown apart, coughing, soaked, hearts pounding. Only one instinct remained: survive. Rohit dove for the crate, securing the drive just as the explosion hurled debris into the night.
Isha, stunned, regained her footing. “You… you cheated death,” she whispered, anger and awe mingling.
Vikram grabbed Rohit’s shoulder. “Time to disappear,” he said. Together, they leaped off the helipad into the rain-soaked streets below, drive secured, enemies momentarily defeated.
Isha and Meera stood on the rooftop, drenched, furious, but alive. They had failed—but the war was far from over.
As Rohit and Vikram melted into the night, the city below gleamed like a predator’s playground. In the end, no one had truly won, but the balance had shifted. The game would continue—and the storm would claim new hunters.
Saurabh Dudeja
Final Beat:
The camera pans up to the storm-lit skyline. Lightning cracks. Somewhere in the shadows, unseen, another figure watches—waiting for the next move. The city pulses with danger, and every heartbeat echoes the warning: in this game, no one is untouchable.
Rain slicked streets glimmered under neon lights as Rohit raced his motorcycle through Mumbai’s maze. Behind him, Vikram accelerated, closing the gap. Rivals by choice, enemies by blood, they had unfinished business.
On a nearby rooftop, Isha and Meera watched silently. “They don’t even know we’re playing,” Isha whispered. Meera smirked, adjusting her sniper rifle. “And that’s exactly how we want it.”
Rohit narrowly avoided a taxi, tires screeching on wet asphalt. Vikram mirrored him, every move a lethal mirror. They fought for the same prize: a drive containing secrets worth millions.
The chase ended at an abandoned construction site. Vikram jumped from his bike, gun raised. Rohit followed, fists ready. Then, from the shadows, a set of explosives detonated—sending sparks and steel flying.
The two men froze, realizing the game had escalated far beyond their rivalry. And somewhere above, Isha and Meera smiled, knowing the chaos had only just begun.
Ending: Amidst the wreckage, a mysterious figure disappeared into the smoke. Who had triggered the explosion—and why?
________________________________________
Part 2 – Shadows and Lies
Rohit woke, tied to a chair in a dim warehouse. Across from him, Vikram also stirred, gun still in hand. Confusion flashed in both their eyes.
“I’ve been expecting you,” Isha’s voice echoed. She stepped into the shadows, Meera behind her. “This isn’t about money or revenge. It’s about control.”
Vikram laughed. “So we’re your pawns?”
Meera’s eyes glinted. “Pawns who can still make moves… if you’re clever enough.”
Alarms blared. Smoke poured in. Steel bars dropped from the ceiling, enclosing them.
Rohit and Vikram exchanged a tense look—rivals were now allies against a common, unseen enemy.
Together, they broke free, dodging bullets, lasers, and collapsing crates. Isha and Meera stayed just ahead, always calculating. Every step was a test of instinct, betrayal, and survival.
Ending: Just as they thought they had gained the upper hand, a helicopter hovered above the warehouse, searchlights cutting through the smoke. “They’re not done with us,” Vikram muttered.
--------------------------------------------
Part 3 – The Reckoning
The final showdown erupted on a helipad, high above the storm-lashed city. Wind howled, rain stung like knives. Rohit and Vikram moved cautiously, guns drawn. Isha and Meera appeared, calm and deadly.
“End it now,” Isha said. Meera’s rifle gleamed under the rain.
The first shots rang out. Flare guns, gunfire, and punches collided in a deadly ballet. Rohit feinted left, tripping Vikram into a crate. Isha lunged; Meera aimed for Rohit.
Rohit grabbed a flare midair, sending it crashing into Meera’s position. Sparks and smoke blinded her. Vikram seized the moment to push Isha off balance—but Rohit had already secured the drive.
Rain washed over the helipad. Silence descended… and then the distant roar of multiple helicopters approaching.
Ending: Rohit and Vikram looked at each other, drive in hand, as searchlights cut through the storm. “This… is far from over,” Rohit said.
________________________________________
Climax – Storm Over the City
The helicopters circled above, their searchlights cutting through sheets of rain. Rohit and Vikram crouched behind the helipad’s railing, the silver drive clutched tightly. Isha and Meera emerged from the shadows, wet hair plastered to their faces, eyes sharp and unyielding.
“You think you’ve won?” Isha hissed, gun leveled at Rohit.
Vikram’s hand hovered over his pistol, every muscle coiled. “We survive this, or we die trying,” he muttered.
The first shot shattered the night—Meera firing at Vikram. He rolled, taking cover behind the helipad’s edge. Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off metal. Rohit lunged, knocking Isha off balance, sending her sliding perilously close to the edge.
Suddenly, Rohit realized the drive was rigged—Meera had wired it with explosives, a trap to kill anyone who touched it. He shouted, “It’s booby-trapped!”
Isha froze. Meera’s lips twisted into a grim smile. “Too late,” she said.
Rohit and Vikram acted in perfect sync. Rohit tackled Meera, disarming her while Vikram ripped the drive free, tossing it onto a nearby crate. Sparks erupted, a fireball illuminating the storm-soaked rooftop.
All four were thrown apart, coughing, soaked, hearts pounding. Only one instinct remained: survive. Rohit dove for the crate, securing the drive just as the explosion hurled debris into the night.
Isha, stunned, regained her footing. “You… you cheated death,” she whispered, anger and awe mingling.
Vikram grabbed Rohit’s shoulder. “Time to disappear,” he said. Together, they leaped off the helipad into the rain-soaked streets below, drive secured, enemies momentarily defeated.
Isha and Meera stood on the rooftop, drenched, furious, but alive. They had failed—but the war was far from over.
As Rohit and Vikram melted into the night, the city below gleamed like a predator’s playground. In the end, no one had truly won, but the balance had shifted. The game would continue—and the storm would claim new hunters.
Saurabh Dudeja
Final Beat:The camera pans up to the storm-lit skyline. Lightning cracks. Somewhere in the shadows, unseen, another figure watches—waiting for the next move. The city pulses with danger, and every heartbeat echoes the warning: in this game, no one is untouchable.
August 27, 2025
Timeline Pressure- A Myth by Saurabh Dudeja
'Time is a Myth'
That’s a powerful statement—and one that resonates deeply with how many people feel. Time, as we experience it socially and culturally, is a constructed framework: calendars, clocks, deadlines, schedules… all human-made. Nature doesn’t track seconds or count hours.
And yet, this construct has become so embedded in daily life that it often rules us. The idea of being "late," of time "running out," or "wasting time" can create immense pressure—leading to stress, anxiety, and burnout.
Instead of TIME as a HITLER, TYRANT. Take Time as Container – what matters the most?
One needs to Step Back from Time Pressure in Daily Life --
Follow the Steps below:
1.Start by Asking: “Whose Time Am I Living By?”
Before you change anything, reflect:
• Are your days shaped by external demands (work, society, others' expectations)?
• Or by your inner compass—what energizes, inspires, or grounds you?
👉 Action: Journal or voice-note for 5–10 minutes:
“If I could shape time in my day my way, what would change?”
2. Reclaim Mornings or Evenings
You don’t need to “own” your whole day—start small.
Choose a window that’s yours—no phone, no pressure. Just be.
• Morning: Wake 20 min early to stretch, read, sit in stillness.
• Evening: A “technology sunset”
—dim lights, music, a slow walk, journal.
3. Replace Clock-Time with Body-Time
Instead of checking the clock constantly, try tuning into:
• Hunger → eat
• Focus → work
• Fatigue → rest
• Restlessness → move
Try working in focus blocks: 45–90 minutes of effort, then pause.
4. Introduce Timeless Moments
Each day, have one experience that isn’t about “doing” or “getting somewhere.”
• Watch clouds
• Take a tech-free walk
• Create something for no reason
• Talk to someone without multitasking
• Gymming
That’s a powerful statement—and one that resonates deeply with how many people feel. Time, as we experience it socially and culturally, is a constructed framework: calendars, clocks, deadlines, schedules… all human-made. Nature doesn’t track seconds or count hours.
And yet, this construct has become so embedded in daily life that it often rules us. The idea of being "late," of time "running out," or "wasting time" can create immense pressure—leading to stress, anxiety, and burnout.
Instead of TIME as a HITLER, TYRANT. Take Time as Container – what matters the most?
One needs to Step Back from Time Pressure in Daily Life --
Follow the Steps below:
1.Start by Asking: “Whose Time Am I Living By?”
Before you change anything, reflect:
• Are your days shaped by external demands (work, society, others' expectations)?
• Or by your inner compass—what energizes, inspires, or grounds you?
👉 Action: Journal or voice-note for 5–10 minutes:
“If I could shape time in my day my way, what would change?”
2. Reclaim Mornings or Evenings
You don’t need to “own” your whole day—start small.
Choose a window that’s yours—no phone, no pressure. Just be.
• Morning: Wake 20 min early to stretch, read, sit in stillness.
• Evening: A “technology sunset”
—dim lights, music, a slow walk, journal.3. Replace Clock-Time with Body-Time
Instead of checking the clock constantly, try tuning into:
• Hunger → eat
• Focus → work
• Fatigue → rest
• Restlessness → move
Try working in focus blocks: 45–90 minutes of effort, then pause.
4. Introduce Timeless Moments
Each day, have one experience that isn’t about “doing” or “getting somewhere.”
• Watch clouds
• Take a tech-free walk
• Create something for no reason
• Talk to someone without multitasking
• Gymming
April 7, 2015
Links to Download Sample Chapters
You may download the sample chapters of all our books listed below. Happy Reading!!!
1.The Square of Secrets (Releasing by May 30)
Pdf version: https://www.goodreads.com/reader/6816...
Ebook Version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
2. Love You Forever Only In That Way
Pdf version: https://www.goodreads.com/ebooks/down...
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
3. We Dream of World Without Discrimination (a short story)
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
We would love to have your feedback once you have read any of them. Cheers!!!
1.The Square of Secrets (Releasing by May 30)
Pdf version: https://www.goodreads.com/reader/6816...
Ebook Version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
2. Love You Forever Only In That Way
Pdf version: https://www.goodreads.com/ebooks/down...
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
3. We Dream of World Without Discrimination (a short story)
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...We would love to have your feedback once you have read any of them. Cheers!!!
Links to Download Sample Chapters
You may download the sample chapters of all our books listed below. Happy Reading!!!
1. Love You Forever Only In That Way!
Pdf version: https://www.goodreads.com/ebooks/down...
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
2. The Square of Secrets
(Releasing Mid April)
3. We Dream of World Without Discrimination
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
We would love to have your feedback once you have read any of them. Cheers!!!
1. Love You Forever Only In That Way!
Pdf version: https://www.goodreads.com/ebooks/down...
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
2. The Square of Secrets
(Releasing Mid April)
3. We Dream of World Without Discrimination
Ebook version: http://issuu.com/saurabh-dudeja/docs/...
We would love to have your feedback once you have read any of them. Cheers!!!
