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Anything for you, ma'am, anything!” And we went on talking into the night. About cute things, silly things, telling each other the love that we had for each other. Anything for You, Ma'am book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Tejas can't help falling madly in love with his sister's b. In "Thank You, M'am," a boy learns an important lesson about kind- ness and . thing about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass.

Fate, it seems, has more roles in his ingenious mind for "Biobull" than just remain a rocking bus.. Get A Copy. Paperback , pages. More Details Original Title. Other Editions 4. Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Anything for You, Ma'am , please sign up. Sucheta Depends on what you want in a book.

It is a light read and has some fun parts. Go for it if you are travelling and want to pass your time. See all 4 questions about Anything for You, Ma'am…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. Sort order. Apr 18, Aparna rated it did not like it Shelves: The kid thats is what i can think of calling the "author", i cannot justify calling the guy much else , is a pseudo grown up, jaded, disillusioned guy with BAD grammar IIT standards, huh!!!!

The "story"line, follows Tejas Narula who wants to travel to the end of the country may as well be the edge of the universe, the way he puts it , to Chennai, to meet his long-haired, silver-earring waering, "simple" Shreya, who is not "that" kind of girl And Mr. Wonedr what YOUR rank was Utter waste of time.

I never could finish it and wont. Flip the pages if yu want a lesser painful alternative to slashing your wrists. View all 12 comments. Feb 22, D added it. Its sad that there is no minus rating. View 1 comment. Aug 06, Kodali rated it it was amazing. Have you ever gone through a book that was so good you kept hugging yourself mentally as you read?? Has any book ever stirred your soul and brought out tenderness that has been lying dormant for quite some time? Well it happened for me and i do not promise it is the case with every one.

When i was reading the book, i thought,i was definitely missing the part of life he was describing. I felt jealous of the experiences he was narrating. Although it was the author deviated a bit in the middle with Have you ever gone through a book that was so good you kept hugging yourself mentally as you read??

Although it was the author deviated a bit in the middle with his long descriptions and his filmy ending, the way he describes little joys in the life, monsoons, train journey and little poetry in the middle was very good. Don't compare him with Chetan Bhagat. If Chetan bhagat works are like "American pie" movie, this novel is like "A walk to remember" type. View all 5 comments. Dec 17, Hitesha Deshpande rated it did not like it.

There are moments in life when you want to take a pause and look at where you are and everything around you. This book gave me one such moment. As a struggling author, I know how difficult it can be to get across to a publisher who sees the merit in your story. I look back at the struggle of my first book and wonder if Tushar Raheja had to go through the same? I also wonder if there is any merit at all in the screening processes of certain publishing houses.

Has the focus shifted from language a There are moments in life when you want to take a pause and look at where you are and everything around you. Has the focus shifted from language and story telling to retain only story telling? Because whatever else I say about this book, it does have an entertaining story. The book clearly lacks an editorial touch. I do not think it is the author's fault. He is young and the immaturity reflected in his writing is only natural. It should have been the responsibility of the editor to fine tune this write-up.

The grammar is atrocious. It makes me think that the next generation is growing up reading wrong English and believing it is right just because it has been published! Is this really what we want to be teaching our children? When there is no relevance to grammar and there is nothing to boast about on a vocabulary front, all that does remain is the story. Good teenage drama, decent humor and thankfully no sleaze. But does it qualify as a novel? A short story would justify it more. Jul 09, Manikanta Avinash rated it really liked it.

This dude writes way better than Chetan Bhagat. A very warm, nice love story which finally an IITian can relate to unlike 5. Obviously he is inspired a lot by Wodehouse and he folows in his footsteps well. A very funny and warm love story which doesn't look filmy like Chetan Bhagat books. Looking forward to his next Jun 02, Sahil Aggarwal rated it it was amazing.

They say you can't judge a book by its cover Anything for You , Ma'am by Tushar Raheja -. Anything for you. Predict the Luella Bates Washington Jones, but he couldn't do so as Use the following diagram to help you identify the four parts of plot and the And, she realizes not to ask Roger anything.

Close reading plan. Thank You , M'am. Short Story by Langston Hughes. Have you ever gone through a time when it seemed like you couldn't do anything right?

If so, then you know She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, Just choose the eBooks Can I have his number? Yes, why not! Dont dream; get a mirror if you havent got one. By the way, how many of you are going? Someone pretty? Four of us. And what will you do if someone is pretty?

Change parties. Ill entertain you and your dearest friends. But we are better off alone. Your wish. By the way, is Shreya the one whose picture you showed me last time? She seems interesting, I said full of hope and joy. Tejas, dont you get ideas. If you come up and speak to me there, Ill kill you.

I will not talk to you, of course. Shreya will be enough. So dont be bothered. Dont you dare! You know me, sis, I will Good, make a fool o yourself in front of them.

Besides she has a boyfriend. So no hopes, Romeo. Well, not a worry for me, they come and go, boyfriends Yesterday he, Tomorrow me, Day after I dont care If she has any.

Sounds like a poem!

Wow, I can speak in verse, sister. Wonder what Shakespeare would have said about that. Ill warn my friends about you what a flirt you are. Do that. Bye, but behave yourself tomorrow. Let us see. Tejas, hurry up! Coming, I shouted from inside the loo. Even girls dont take that long to get read. Whats taking you so long?

Just a minute! I looked one last time in the mirror. And see my hair one lat time with my hand. Boys like me dont fancy combs. I should have had a hair cut last week, I thought, when mother was after my life and had threatened to chop my mop while I was sleep. I had wisely slept with my door bolted for the entire week. How I wished I had listened to her; for once she was right. She is always too finicky about my hair and length and if she has her way, she will soak my hair in a gallon of oil and then comb them back, firmly adhered to my scalp, and then proudly announce me as her babu beta or in simple terms her innocent, smart and ideal son.

A typical Indian mother. An I, who have grown up admiring the dishevelled mane of Paul McCartney and co. But, today there was no doubt about it. She was right. Blessed are the soul who say listen to your mother, I thought. The more I looked, the more I felt like Conan, the famous barbarian. Anyways, I gave up shaping the superfluous mass into something remotely civilized.

As dad says, one has to do the best with what one has. I gave one last fleeting glance at the other parts of my face which I had forgotten in the wake of the hair crisis. I had three pimples on my nose. Bloody hell! Hardly the sort of thing that cheers an already blighted soul.

What a birthday gift that was! I was wondering at the injustice of God, when, again, shouts came from everywhere. I shot out of the bathroom that very instant. A step out in the sun was just what the doctor would have ordered for me. As I inhales the fresh breeze I could feel my woes fading away and a balmy feeling abounding me. I looked up. The sky was blue, absolutely blue and there was not a spot to be seen. The whole canvas was lit up by a splendid sun. Just the sort that brightens up your soul on a winter day.

Sunny winter mornings, wow! It was the kind of morning when a bloke after stepping out in his pyjamas, stretches his arms, yawns and mumbles to himself, Ahaaaa. And I did as much. The vivacious ambience struck the right chord and sent a signal to the brain which sent a song to my lips. It was no more than a reflex. Summer of Though hardly what youll call a summer, the song suited the spirit. The air resonated and sang along with me.

I wished that I could play my guitar. So I moved to the car with a hip and a hop. My mind was lit up with the prospects of the morning. The movie theatre was a half-an-hour drive from home and we reached well before time.

The attendance in the morning show is thin and the moment we landed, I could see Palak with two friends. The others spotted her too and our group moved towards hers. I finally saw her friends clearly. Shreya was missing. Palak wished me Happy Birthday again, this time in person. Preliminary introductions revealed that the two girls were Shreya and Kamna.

Palak eyed me with the dare-you-flirt look. But I wasnt interested. I was too lost to notice. Palak, why dont you join us? No, not yet, bhabhi. One of my friends is yet to come. So well wait outside. Well join you when shes there, Palak replied.

Shreya is always late, complained Saumya of Kamna. I glanced at my watch. There was about half an hour to go.

Plenty of time to play around! While entering the food court, I could almost have shouted, Brilliant! I excused myself out of the group. I am not hungry, bhabhi. Ill look at the magazines and enjoy the sun for a while. No one complained. Bhabhi, give me you mobile; Vineet, give me a missed call when you are through, I said. Back then I didnt have a mobile. Bhabhis mobile was of strategic importance as she had acquired a new sim-card and I was sure no one had her number.

I avoided the path where Palak stood, still waiting. I was relieved. I chose a vantage point and dialed the number. My heart was full of mirth. It was a lovely morning and I was doing what I like to do the most. Playing Mr. Disguising, impersonating, plotting, conning Hullo! Said a sweet voice. I changed my voice to a gruff one and drew immense satisfaction with what I sounded.

Is that Palak?

Beta, I am Shreyas dad. I had some work, so she got late. Sorry for that. Oh, namaste uncle! No problem. Namaste beta. That main road leading to the hall has a jam. So shell come via another. She told me to inform you to wait at the back entrance.

Okay, uncle. And yes, she doesnt have her cell phone. Thats why I called to inform. Fine, uncle. Beta, please wait at the back. She doesnt know much about the area. And doesnt even have a phone. So wait there only. Hope you are fine, enjoy the movie. Thanks, uncle, we will. I saw them moving. Going, going, gone. I let out a breath. Job well done. I prayed that Shreya would come soon and not call Palak on her own.

And given the thin crowd, Ill figure out her figure easily. Standing there, after successfully execution of the first phase of the plan. I started feeling nervous. These girls always give you jitters.

It is no easy task dealing with girls under normal circumstances, and, today the circumstances being trying, it was depressing. It is one thing when you are standing in the sun, abounding in your lifes calm, when suddenly you sense a slap on your back and, turning, find yourself eye to eye with your childhood crush.

But the scale of enormities, when you have told a hundred lies to intercept an unfamiliar beauty, is a unique one. You can still utter, in the first case, life-saving his and yas while the mind holidaying. But the second case is hopeless.

All my inhibitions assumed the form of a giant demon and punched me in my face. How messy I looked! Bad hair, pimples I began to feel like an idiot. What a foolish plan I had devised! The bright sun and the cool breeze gave no respite. I was hardly aware of them. I was about to give my plan a serious second thought when lighting struck.

Her majesty appeared. Well you must have read countless books, seen innumerable movies celebrating with fanfare the arrival of the heroine.

Strong winds start to blow, thunderstorms strike and as if this noise was not deafening enough, loud music erupts and the tapori in the front row acknowledges it all with a sincere whistle. Poets write lyrics heralding the Descent of the divine beauty from heaven. One reads incomprehensible stuff about rosy cheeks, coral lips and starry eyes, entwined with the indecipherable thee s and thou s and thy s.

I have neither the ability of the poet nor the flourish of the dramatist. But I must admit that I was floored. I pick up again from the passage where I mentioned that lighting had struck.

I cannot explain it better. She looked amazing. She was like a painting, a song. Everything about her was so graceful and fluid.

Like breeze, she flowed towards me, her hair flying and ear rings dancing. She was the breeze with a whiff of perfume. And I was stunned. One can never say if it was love-at-first-sight or not but, admittedly the dent she left in my heart was a big one. These beauties hit you like a storm and you never recover. Never ever. That was my case, entirely. I was completely lost, enraptured, mesmerized When I close my eyes, it all comes back to me, and my heart dances with delight; the perfect picture She looked around for her friends and looked confused.

I had to move before she took her cell phone out, if she had one. I regained consciousness and composure. There was no use worrying. Shed not eat me; nor was she the last girl on earth. I had to act, now, that I had planned so much. Be a man, Tejas. I looked at my clothes again. Nice jacket, nice sweatshirt, nice jeans. Cool, I thought.

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Be a Man! I said to myself again and walked towards the heavenly creature. The close-up only enhanced her beauty. Her searching eyes were innocent and beautiful. She had a fresh, milky complexion, and her red pullover made her look all the more radiant. Winters, oh lord! Girls, they have never looked better.

They look so fair and bright, and the skin seems flawless. Their lovely, glowing faces peer out of the bright woolens so cutely.

Girls indeed blossom in winters. And blossoming she was. The red dress made her look so pink and lovely. I could almost have kissed her cheeks. Despite the heavy woollens, I could see she had a lissome figure. She had shiny, black hair and was wearing silver ear rings. She was simple and beautiful.

I gave her a slight pat on her shoulder from the side. She turned towards me drowning me in her sweet aroma. And I was lost again in her brown eyes and light perfume.

She had a hint of kajal in her eyes. Talk, idiot! I said to myself, Shreya? Yes, she said surprised, obviously. I am Palaks brother, I said and forwarded my hand. She shook it. Her hands were soft. It felt really good.

She smiled and returned the greeting. She had beautiful chiselled pink lips with a hint of gloss.

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Extremely kissable. I ventured into solving the puzzle for her straightaway. I can see you are surprised. Dont be. Palak will be here soon. Actually one of your friends, Saumya, I suppose, had lost her way.

So Palak has gone to fetch her with the driver.

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I had come to drop her but your friend thought I should stay and keep you engaged till she comes back. So here I am. God, I spoke too much.

Well, thanks! She had a lovely smile. She didnt say anything else. Why dont these girls speak? I am Tejas, by the way. Hi again. I hope this was a better introduction. I once again shook her hand she laughed. So, how much time will she take? Not much, I guess. What to talk about, I thought. So, how is Chennai? Well, not bad, but yes, nothing like Delhi. Nothing like Delhi. This winter will be a pleasant change, I suppose, from boiling Chennai. Yes, a lot better. It is really hot there. And it is really cold here.

I think Ill have something hot. What about you? Now dont be formal and all. I said like an aunty, I dont like that. No, I prefer coffee. Oh, wow! Me, too. There is time; let us have coffee then. I hated coffee.

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How much lying goes into impressing a girl! An extremely tedious task. I took her to a corner so that we were not visible. I bought two coffees. And furthered to conversation. I believe you are pursuing management. Palak speaks a lot about you. I hoped she would ask what I was doing, and then I could tell her about my prestigious college.

And she asked. Yes, I am. Well, I am studying Industrial Engineering. IIT Delhi, I announced grandly. I hoped to see an open mouth or a twinkle in her eye but there was noting. Again, just her lovely smile. She hardly seemed impressed.

I was running out of topics and time now. She was not helping either with just her monosyllables and her smiles. I hadnt expected her to be gregarious the very first time but I hadnt expected such reticence. She took her time, I supposed. Unlike the aggressive girls that one sees so often these days. I liked that, but she should at least say something. So it must be really difficult leaving all friends here and settling in a new city, I said, trying to strike a tender chord.

Yes, it was difficult initially; but now it is better. Yes, one has to adjust. I saw some of the snaps you sent to Palak the other day. You looked nice, I said, trying to compliment her in a subtle way. I couldnt say, You look hot, straightway. And it all went off again. There was a silence, an awful one. It kills you. You feel so awkward. You feel so conscious. It is so damned hard with strangers and harder still with stranger girls. And you want to pull out your hair in agony when the girl is so indifferent.

You strain every part of your brain to search for a topic, yet you find none. It is like the world is void of everything and nothing exists. There is nothing in this damn world that can be talked about.

As the strain was becoming a tad too much, she spoke. Thanks God! Hope they come soon. Just about fifteen minutes left.

Let us have a look at some books in the meanwhile. You like reading she asked and proceeded towards the corner book stall. Yes, I love it.

Nothing like books. So whos your favourite author? I asked, happy that we had found a common liking. Well, no favourite as such. I havent read that many books. But yes, I like Grisham and Eric Segal. Love story I said. Knowing that every girl loved it. I had loved it too. Since, I had read many more Segal books. I hadnt read any Grisham. Yes, it was amazing. In fact, thats the only one I have read of Segal.

And thats his best. It is so touching. I almost cried in the end. Oh you did! Boys dont usually. I cried so much. Well, I am a little different. Being a little emotional is not bad, I guess. But yes, boys usually loathe such books. She was impressed could see it in her expression. So, whos your favourite? The Firm. Well, I love R. Have read all of his books. He writes so close to life, about the simple joys of life. I guess I have read one of his too, Coolie. No, that one is by Mulk Raj Anand, said politely, trying not to be condescending, yet being impressive.

Her knowledge about books was poor. Had read only one of Segal and yet he was her favourite. How funny! I wondered if she had read only one of Grishams as well. You are right. But yes, I saw Malgudi Days on T. I loved that. Same here. That remains my favourite serial.

So real and subtle! And nowadays, you have these stupid, mindless and boring saasbahu-sagas.I cried so much. Your dad said something about us? For your information, by the way, I happen to play the guitar.

Tejas, dont you get ideas. Lie morally, you can say. Nice meeting you, Tejas.

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