ping-pong balls of mumbai

past is always a lovely thing...present is always the most fucked up...and the future is the most anticipated thing... i dont know why the time moves slowly when you are on your way to the party...and the time moves fast during the party...and then while you are on the way back ....if u are high....wasted...time flies....i think about that a lot...the more i think...it hurts...it makes me realize ...nothing!!

coming back to the post...what ever this post is suppose to mean to u....i dont care a ...FUCK...

after a normal days hard work at work...completely mind fucked...i call dipti...i tell her...lets head to leo's or gokul... she says....i ll come...u meet miya at fort...i meet miya...dips is still in office ..i finish having my beer...miya has rum with coke....the chicken crispy....dips is still in office...i am sure she was not impressing her bosses....trying to create a good image ...but she had to stay and get the work done...so she let us have some good time to bond.....while she worked...that was the first time i was having a drink with miya...

2 bottles of kingfisher...i am happy high...i am really happy... despite friday night...i need to get the hell out of there and rush home to get peaceful sleep so that the brain can survive...yet another days torture....

at VT station platform no: 2 this guy sells chana dal....not saadha chana dal...he sellls masala chana dal... maa chudi...what amazing chana-dal mixture he makes....with those special chatuney of some awesome stuff....full kanda maarke...masala chana daal ....fuck-t rupiye paach la... just for Rs. 5....

as i am enjoying the chana-dal swaad....as the chana-dal starts getting lesser and lesser in the paper plate that it is in ...there is surprise...HOT models posing for a firang bra and chaddies ka brand....slowly slowly as the chana-dal on the place decreases..a part of the picture is visible.... and i am not sure...the taste of the fucking chana-dal all of a sudden increases few folds...embroidered bras....and blah blah blah...models are hot...and i was sure the beer was not active...

i remember ...chana-dal wala telling me a few days back...."saab"....."hamara chana-dal kafi phemos hai"... and i was like.... pata hai, pata hai....

i was in a such a doldrums...spending time in office and feeling dead.... i was too bored...i meet miya...dipti was still working ..and the mood starts getting better as the beer made itself comfortable in my tummy....comfortable beer made me feel comfortable...chana-dal made me feel alive...and the models on the paper spiced it all up.....on my way back to vashi...the local train makes me feel at home...i am happy to be back in mumbai...where i truly feel fucked up and still enjoy every bit of it ...this city is so fucked up...the ppl are so fucked up....just like i am ....but everyday we bounce bac....soheb was happy to enjoy old MONK, and bounce back to life...i bounced back to life with two beers at GOKUL behind THE TAJ and some good time with soheb miya ready to take on life i cant desribe" ....we are the ping-pong balls of mumbai...true mumbai-kars


dips worked that day till midnight....she bounced back by partying next night...

shabbo...nice to hear from you that TASMAC has finally started selling firangi daru in their shops....JD and CR and others are now available .....

PS : i threw the paper after eating the chana-dal in the train...not in the dust-bin :| . .

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