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Sunday, June 1, 2008

nostalgia

nostalgia ...a funny word to many of us....we cant turn back time.... we cant bend time.... we cant do a thing about time... v cant even fast forward ...we cant even want/ask/force time to move fast....coz its only gonna take us close to death .... death must b such a wonderful thing that everything in life experiences it.....

today was a gr8 day.... did a many thing.... interacted nicely with the bozz and he said a few complicated things and commented at me... most of it with hidden meanings and taunts....

who the hell ... i think i am... i am baBa when i am not working other times i am highly human and vulnerable... thoda baten suni...thoda ignore kiya...fir targets ke peechhey bhaagne shuru kiya... paisa nachaye...nachaye.... nachaye..... paisa bhagaye....bhagaye... bhagaye....


and then at the end of the day ...came back home tired... then decided to head to the panjabi dhaba on the road to manali.... god she looked beautiful.... we were her silent admireres in 8th grade and 9th grade... drifting...

getting back...there is a place called manali in tamil nadu also...but the one in HP kicks ass ...

on our way to the dabha to madhvaram....there is motherfucking traffic that beats the hell out of us... so close to anna nagar...rather at the end of anna nagar we see this kool mofo sitting in his HONDA shitty band new city car.... nice car !!.... ( for those who dont know whats anna nagar is...anna nagar is one of the most awesome places in chennai ..its got nice bunglows and big roads and lots of ppl who eat bread...so u are sure to find good fresh brittania bread in anna nagar and descently high number of hindi speaking fellas)

so we fool around with that dude...why dont u exchage the car with this bike...we might show around and impress few chicks....and shit like thats...obviously he cant here us...he has locked himself in the car with AC and music )...so when the signal turns green....he accelerates and zaps... so we catch up with his car.... and there...there is a big noise ...a chutiya biker comes and bangs into that awesome brand new HONDA shitty car

and i am like.... maa chudi..... the biker is taking a wrong right turn... not the gadi walas fault... he is driving straight not rash ... bike wala shud have let him pass.... but now he is flying like those guys from WWF ( now WWE) ...he is wearing his helmate ...but still....he falls flat... he doesnt move after falling ....we pull over by the kerb...not knowing what to do....and even if we knew what to do... why shud we get involved...we dont have time...no energy..no interest in that ( awesome indian attitude) .... so this car wala dude has no idea what has actually happened and he gets out of the phacking car as if he is a maharaja....all he knows is someone bumped into his car and that he can now shout at the person for infecting his car with scratches.... but then when he sees tha biker on the road...deadlike.... gand phatying...starts running... we are by now...fuck...lets get the hek out of here... its useless ...we dont have the papers of our own bike no insurance and crap.... no NOC ...the bike is a MH regiserd and not TN

getting out...we must have silently and unknowingly preyed for that dude to be all right....
on our way to the dhaba...discusion id on existence of GOD :

so when we hit the dabha... its shady... ita dark... not clean... and exactly the way dhaba should be...
so we decide that we have food there... the water actually scared the shit out..it had the most wiered taste and a nice yellow color ...so accepted apni and phat-phati ho gayi ....we bought bottles min-water :P.... kabhi kabhi firang key tarah jeene mein majja hi kuch neerala hai....

ok...back at the dhaba...there is this rajasthani fam.. with thier skinny wives and phat hubbys...with a bunch of kids...they finish food and we get place to eat... everythign is fine so far....

and this is where nostalgia strikes me and mangesh ( dude who is from my state and buddy next door )
we order for 1)falli ka sabjee 2) dal 3) rayta 4) dahi....how did we decide on the menu...simple...that was the only menu of the day....

and then we are joined by few truckwallahs....surds juts....few himachalis ...and man...they have foul mouth...

they start utter ring words like bhenchode... maadarchode... maa ki chutt ... and many few dutty words :) (in chennai the only hindi abuse i have heard so far coming out of their mouth is "loude ka baal" a.k.a mayeer in tamil :P and the way they say it is also damn hillarious... southy anna accent) may be ppl from the north cant do without these few abuses ...which are inbuild....and they keep coming out no matter what they do...specially these truckwallahs have these awesome way of abusing.... so they are all talking in HINDI and abusing in Hindi... jo sun ne ko majaa aaya....life set ho gaya....

then we interact with this sardarjee who is a superfast whisky drinker... had driven all the way from agra... he shares a few stories and leaves as satisfied as a


by then we had started having gr8 time ..the food was amazin...tasty....super tasty...+ it was like i was eating roti after 20 days....and it sure was a blessing ...and 2nd best part is... 15 Rs a plate of sabjee or dal or rayta or dahi :P and nice garam garam rotis for 3 Rs ... dil-khush....sath mein lot of sardars opening a chotu bottle of whisky and drining it with two large patiyala pegs.... sure those guys are strong...


had awesome food..till we cudnt sit properly on those khatiyas.. by the time we had food...it was close to midnight...and the dhaba almost mpty.... so we lied on those same khatiyas and had a feeling tha a cow has... content :)


and the dude who was earlier making rotis comes out smoking a beede and asks... aaj raat idhar hi sone ka man kar rhaa hai kya... and i am like... agar aap bolo to hum chalte hai...and he is like..nahi nahi saab jee... aaram karon.... koi baat nahi hai.. ( god damn it....hindi sunke kitna aachha laga.... )

then he shares his beedee with us ... and we are like... dhanyawaad...bada acchha laga khana khake and hindi mien baante karke...... ab hum chal dete hai....


food, hindi , slang, beedee.... all i missed was a few things i dont want to mention here...after all this is a god damn blog... not a diary :P

wont mind going all the way to eat food out there... its only 15 kms away from the city....

there is HOPE and i have FAITH.... (both tattooed on me too)
raKH05041982

2 comments:

madman said...

baBA:

wtf does ur blog have a content warning,
bt its like really really cool., tel me how to get it, I also want it for my blog now.


n baBA, wen I read ur blog, I feel lyk an eedyat..

I Write so dumb..

baBa said...

tathastu :)

i am six feet from the edge..and i am not thinking ...

i am six feet from the edge..and i am not thinking ...
... in the fiction of the space between... Sometimes a lie is the best thing

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