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like it happened yesterday book pdf free Like It Happened Yesterday Book Pdf Free Reads 0 Votes 1 Part Story. anmovita By anmovita Ongoing. Like It Happened Yesterday - Singh Ravinder - Free download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online for free. It Happened Yesterday is his third book. Like It Happened Yesterday book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Has anyone ever asked you—What were the best days of .
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Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Ravinder Singh is the bestselling author of I Too Had a. Like It Happened Yesterday is his third book. After having spent. Read Like It Happened Yesterday PDF. Like It Happened Yesterday PDF Ravinder Singh - Like It Happened Yesterday. Like It Happened. "Has anyone ever asked you—what were the best days of your life? That one period of your life you always wanted to go back to? And live that life one more.
And I thought. When I opened my eyes, it seems Like it Happened Yesterday! Like it was yesterday that I broke my first tooth and fell in love for the first time. Like it was yesterday, when I was about to lose my friend, and suddenly he became my best friend. I look back and it becomes a journey full of adventure. Come, hold my hand, and take this trip with me.
It will be yesterday for you, once again! Jan — July Catalogue: Customer images. See all customer images. Read reviews that mention ravinder singh happened yesterday like it happened school days childhood days love story reading this book good to read childhood memories felt like nice book back to the school nicely written simple language ravindra singh worth reading take u back school life good book must read. Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now.
Please try again later. Paperback Verified download. The author has described his hometown in such depth that it looks irrelevant to a reader from another state as to why should we know where each water tank and lamp post is located in bhubaneshwar, the novel irritated me to no extent and I don't have the patience of picking it up again and reading.
One person found this helpful. The book is okay. If you wish to read something simple and funny it's the book for you. While reading the book I came through a lot of my school memories and this was the reason I considered downloading the book at first. There are moments when you enjoy the book and there were some parts where the book disappoints.
Actually I was expecting something extraordinary which was not found, but it's nice sometimes to not find extraordinary and indulge in something easy going as this one is. I got my money's worth. I would recommend this to all those who miss their school days.
It's a good book where it enables us to think of our childhood days of what r all the funny things we did as same as the author narrated!
Good book overall! After I read your dreams are mine now which is v bad , this book was somewhat good compared to that! This book is good to read. I liked this book and meant some topics which was simliar in my life. Book reading is a good habbit in order to reduce stress fewer times. Kindle Edition Verified download.
Again loved the book the way it is written and described each and every events that had happened in school days so beautifully. I relived my school days as well as I laughed like anything.
Again thanks to my favourite author whom I had never met but I wish to. May be one day I will get the opportunity meet you. Nice book but not as was previous "i too had a love story " and "can love happens twice", I left reading this book in middle, i love love stories, and was expecting.
See all reviews. Would you like to see more reviews about this item? Go to site. Jai shows the coin on his palm to Veeru, and asks him to immediately leave along with Basanti, and come back with four cartons of ammunition. Soon, he is all by himself, fighting the bandits on the plateau. I believe he will make it. I believe he will kill everyonethe way he has done so far. But the next time he opens the chamber of his revolver, there is only one bullet in it.
Something tells me that he is going to do wonders with that one bullet. He has to. That is when he spots a bomb over the wooden bridge, which is the only connection between him and the bandits. But time is running out. The bandits have already stepped on to that bridge, and are making their way towards him. He has all my attention.
It is a dangerous moment. I love Jai and I want him to win. But he is all alone. I cross my fingers. I shout and tell him to wait and not to come out into the open. He is safe there behind the rocks.
Besides, I am furious at Veeru, who hasnt yet come back with the ammunition. Veeru kyun nahi aa raha? I shout and leap up, wondering why Veeru hasnt showed up. Just then, from behind the rock, Jai jumps out into the open to pick up an abandoned revolver.
Oh no, Jai! I shout and inch closer to the TV set. His body rolls in the dust. A few more rounds of fire are heard.
I am worried about Jai. I pray to God for his safety. He picks up that revolver and walks straight to the bridge. The bandits are advancing from the other side. Oh God! I say and grab my forehead in my hands. Jai takes an aim at the bomb with his revolver in the left hand.
Right then, I see a spot of blood oozing out of his body. Goli lag gayi Jai ko! I screamJai has been shot.
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An injured Jai shoots at the bomb. It explodes, and the bridge collapses. A few bandits are killed, while the rest of them run away. The blood-soaked Jai is lying on the ground. Veeru arrives on his horse and calls out Jais name. My heart sinks to see Jai lying like that in Veerus lap. He says that he wont be able to tell their stories to Veerus children. That confirms he is not going to survive.
I am about to break down. I still pray to God that my fear should not come true. Jai continues to mutter Veerus name before he finally takes his last breath. He dies. My hero dies.
My Jai dies. The sad tune of the harmonica that Jai used to play follows his death. And I start crying. Tears roll down my eyes. I grieve for the loss of Jai. I finish watching the rest of the movie in a state of deep agony.
If the Thakur wouldnt have finished Gabbar off, I had pledged to find that beast and avenge Jais death by killing him myself. I spend a sad day thinking about Jai.
Occasionally, I cry. Later in the evening, when my father is watching the news in the prime-time bulletin, I spot Jai in one of the news items. I cant believe my eyes.
I shout, Jai is alive? Dad looks at me and asks, Why? What happened to him? And his name is Amitabh Bachchan! No, he is Jai! He died this afternoon, I say, my eyes still focused on the man on the screen. There are a lot of people around him. He is signing something for them and smiling. He watched Sholay today and the characters death in the movie has made him sad, Mom updates Dad. He bursts into laughter. Dad then explains to me that movies and serials are just fiction.
News is for real.
I listen to him very carefully. Just before going to bed, I go to Dad. He is in his bed and fast asleep. But this cant wait. I wake him up from his sleep and ask, Daddy, youre sure Jai is alive, na? Fear of the Needle If there was anything that I was afraid of as a child, it was the hospital in our town.
The hospital building was the biggest structure of brick and concrete in Burlaa light pink colour, and surrounded by tall green deodars and gulmohar trees, with seasonal orange flowers in them.
A never-ending row of bicycles and motorcycles would make a serpentine line in the shade of the trees. Every time I crossed that building, I used to feel a chill run down my spine.
From the outside, everything was just so quiet and normal. But only the people who would have walked into it would know about what happened inside. I had walked into it a couple of times. I was made to do so, against my will, by my father. So I knew what went on inside. My brother and I had not been given our inoculations at birth or in the few months afterwards, as was the usual practice. Our tragedy was that by the time our parents realized the importance of those injections, we were old enough to understand that injections hurt.
Therefore, we used to run away from them. But they were necessary. So Dad, very cunningly, never told us when he was taking us to the hospital. He would make the two of us sit on his bicycle and tell us that we were going out for a nice ride.
Tinku, as usual, would occupy the front bar while I would sit on the carrier, holding on to the front seat, on which Dad would be sitting. Only when he would miss the right turn towards the Pakka Market and continue to go straight, where the road led to nothing but the hospital, we would be clear of his ill intentions.
And then suddenly my brother and I would start squirming on our seats, knowing what was coming our way. Daddy, assi kitthey jaa rahe hain? It was quite common for our father to not provide an answer to that one. So I would tell my brother, Tinku, Daddy saanu injection lagvaan lae ke jaa rahe hai. So I would tell him, Daddy ne jhutt boleya si. The bicycle would keep moving. The two of us would keep talking.
I always wanted to hold my brothers hand then. He too would want to see me. But the two of us used to be separated by our father. Right at the registration counter, our fear would take a mammoth shape. The clerk at the registration desk knew our father very well. He would smile and fill in half the details on his own. Our father would take two slips, one for each of us, and we would walk with him, holding his hands on either sidethe two of us in our half-pants and T-shirts, ready to be poked!
As we walked up the staircase, I would realize how close we were to the terrible process. The peculiar smell of disinfectant would fill my nostrils and virtually choke me. The dark galleries of the hospitals outdoor wards would terrorize me. The sight of the green curtains, the nurses in white and the number of sick people around would make me also feel sick. The whole atmosphere in that government hospital was that of a horror story.
That horror multiplied by several times the moment we would reach our ward. As usual, there would be a vampire-like nurse whose business it was to draw blood from peoples fingers or arms, besides injecting poor little kids like us.
We knew her well. She was acquainted with us too. We were a challenge for her. Many times, we had created a scene in front of her and the rest of the hospital, crying, screaming and running out without our pants! Knowing our desperation to escape, Dad never forgot to lure us with items of our interest. Most of the times, he would tempt us by saying that he was going to treat us to Frootia popular mango drink if only we agreed to take the shots.
We were madly in love with that three-rupee drink, which came packaged in a square green Tetra Pak.
The front of the packet had an image of two ripe, yellow mangoes, with droplets of chilled water sliding down them. Dad knew very well how much we loved this particular drink. Insane as it might sound, our deep love for Frooti overcame our fear of the injections, and our father knew how to use that. We would willingly lie down on our stomachs on the medical bed, baring our bottoms for the injections. In our minds, we would see the shopkeeper taking the chilled packets of Frooti out of his freezer, just for us.
In the meantime, the nurse would take out the needle from the boiling water over the electric heater. Our dreams would progress, and we would now be holding our coveted drink in our hands. The nurse was constantly in the process of preparing the injection, pushing in the nozzle to flush the air out of the syringe. And, as we imagined piercing the tiny round foil at the upper corner of the Tetra Pak with our pointed straws, the nurse would pierce our behinds with that injection.
The reality of that moment, for the next few seconds, would break our reverie and leave us in great pain. But, we knew, the key for us was to keep holding on to our thoughts, to relish them enough to be able to overlook reality.
Soon it would all be over, yet we continued to lie there, exactly in the same posture, happily imagining sipping our Frootis, smiling! Two brothers, lying half-naked on their stomach, with their eyes glued to a daydream and smiles pasted on their faces!
And thats when the nurse would shout, Utth jaao. Ho gaya! Its done! Our experience of drinking Frooti would not just end there at the shop.
It was a ritual for us to bring that empty Tetra Pak back home with us. We would blow as much air as possible into it with the straw, place the inflated packet on the ground and ask everyone around us to watch as we jumped over our packets.
It would burst like a cracker. That would mark the completion of our Frooti adventure! If, by any chance, the packet didnt burst at the first go, we would not shy away from picking it up and going on and on, until it finally gave way.
All for a Toothy Grin! One day, Dad took me for a visit to the hospital again. He told me that my injection course had been completed, and so I could relax. But how could I relaxwhen I was being taken into that same building? I was only convinced when he took a different staircase this time, leading to a different wing.
I had never been to this part of the hospital earlier. Yet, I was sceptical. After all, injections werent the only thing I hated, it was the entire hospital.
Dad took me straight to the dental outdoor ward. There was already a long queue there. Dad handed over the ticket to the compounder, who placed it underneath the stack of tickets on the doctors table. He then placed a paperweight over the pile, and went back to relax on the stool by the door. I wondered why we were there. I looked at the people around me. They all had their mouths closed, so I could not get to know what sort of dental problems they had.
Which made me wonderWhat sort of a problem did I have? Everything was fine with me. I had neither complained of any toothache, nor did I have foul breath. So I asked my father, Daddy, you have a problem with your teeth? Tuhadde dand kharaab hain? He laughed and shook his head, Nahi, nahi! Taa fer assi aithe kyun aaye, haan?
I asked, wondering why we were there, in that case. My father sat me down and told me the reason why we were in the dental ward. My front two milk teeth had fallen a few months back. The gap should ideally have been filled up by a pair of brand new, permanent teeth. My family kept expecting this act of nature to happen by itself.
But nature had been probably too busy with other things, and forgotten me. So we needed a doctor, who could become natures proxy for me. About half an hour later the doctor called my name: Ravinder Singh! My father flung into action. He asked me to quickly put back on the rubber slippers that had fallen off my hanging feet.
Together, we rushed inside the room. The room was bright with sunrays, which flooded into it from a spacious window behind the dentist. There was a person sitting next to the dentist, with a black bag on his lap. Once in a while, he pulled out a medicine from it and kept talking about it to the dentist. Dad told me that this man was a medical representative. I dont know what exactly he wanted, but the dentist did not seem even a bit interested in his talk. The only time the dentist looked at him was when he placed a nice-looking pen set, a diary and a calendar on his table.
Looking at them, the dentist asked, The same things again? The medical representative slipped his hand inside his bag again and brought out a plastic torch, which he placed on the table with a huge smile. Soon after this, he left. I wondered why hed spent so much time explaining about the medicines when the real thing the dentist was interested in was that torch! I looked around.
The walls around me had neatly labelled diagrams of jaws and teeth. The words incisor, canine, molar and pre-molar in one of the pictures appeared familiar to me.
I had read about them in my science class. I wanted to show my father my brilliance. So I tugged at his hand, wanting to tell him that we should tell the dentist that my incisors had failed to develop.
But he ignored me and continued to explain the problem himself. I continued to look at the decorated walls. There was a poster of a beautiful lady with glittering white teeth. She had a tube of white-and-red striped toothpaste in her hand. She had a beautiful smile. Now, finally, the dentist looked at me, and asked me to open my mouth.
I smiled, imitating the smile of the lady in the poster. The dentist, unimpressed, asked me to look towards him and not towards the poster. Dont smile, Ravinder, open your mouth.
Like thisaaaaaaaa! He looked funny. Id guessed the smile was a nice way to reveal my teeth, including the absent ones.
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However, this time I opened my mouth as wide as possible and sang, Aaaaaaaaa! I made my tongue dance to the sound. As I held my mouth wide open for the longest time, my eyes seemed to shrink and my cheeks were stretched. I had invested a lot of energy in sustaining that show. Everyone around me was looking at me. Okay, okay, this is enough, the dentist finally said. I closed my mouth and turned my attention back to the smiling lady with the toothpaste.
The dentist explained a few things to my father, which I completely ignored. He prescribed some medicine for me and asked us to visit him again after two days.
The last thing I heard him saying was that the procedure would take an hour when we visited next, so I would have to miss a period or two at school. I checked with Dad if he was going to do anything to me, and whether it was going to be painful. Dad shook his headall I had to do was to take the medicines and come and show the doctor my teeth, the way Id done today.
I realized that after two days I could legitimately bunk school! For the next two days, each meal I ate was followed by a medicine. On Day Three, I looked at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth to see if, by any chance, the medicines had worked and I had new teeth.
The inside of my mouth appeared, more or less, just as it had two days back. Paagal dentist, I told myself in the mirror. At school, I proudly told all my friends that I would be there for only half the day. I was going to bunk the second half!
Dad was there right on time to pick me up, and, as my classmates watched with envy, I quickly put my schoolbag on my shoulders and ran to Dad.
It all started exactly the way it had started the other day. We first got a slip made, took the other staircase and walked through the other wing and arrived at the outdoor dental ward, where a lot of people were waiting in the queue.
I peeped inside the dentists room to see if the lady with that glittering smile was still there on the wall. Yep, she was right there!
Shall we start, then? Dad nodded, without looking at me. The dentist called for a nurse and asked me to follow her. I looked at Dads face. His silence rang a warning bell in my head. Though I followed the nurse, there were a lot of thoughts in my mind. She led me to a vacant cabin on the extreme right of the dental ward.
In no time, I found myself sitting on a long reclining chair. The nurse referred to it as the dentists chair, and adjusted it for me. She pulled a lever, it leant back. She pulled another one, and I was above the ground. I asked her what was on her mind. She didnt say a single extra word. Meanwhile, the dentist appeared. As he came closer to me, I watched him slip his hands into a pair of gloves. He then strapped on a mask.
Watching that made me sure that something terrible was in store for me. I was trapped in that elevated reclining chair. I asked the dentist what was going to happen. We are going to bring your teeth out of your gums, he replied. I asked.
And, when no one answered, I asked again, How?But, as they say, where there is a will there is a way, and we too discovered our way by the end of the third week.
The dentist said it wouldnt hurt, because he was going to give me anaesthesia. Their hands were on their ears. download the selected items together This item: Jai continues to mutter Veerus name before he finally takes his last breath. We whispered and made fun of the time-machine chap. You dont want to go to the school or what?
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