doldrums

life is a game that no matter we do.... no matter what the outcome is ....we have to play.
aaj solid pakk raha hai..... there is a war inside the head.... no one is suppose to win this war... no one is suppose to loose this war.... she is playing football with my heart in my head.. i am just a mere spectator..

songs played in the background are also from the movie.. Life in metrol...rishte to nahi... rishton ki parchahiya mile....yeh kaise bheed hai.... bus tanahayiya mile.... .... na na naa..na na na... naa naaara....

i wish i cud do some voodoo...and make a difference.....i need a frying pan ...

these days there is some problem with the SMS delivery ... my boss sends me a sms in the morning... asks me to send achievements and figures... the whole phacking day...i dont get any sms... jab apun sone jaa raha hai... by midnight... or sometimes aur bhi late ho jaata ahi.... then jab apun must sapne mein apsaraon ke 7 poker khel raha hota hai..tahbhi harami cell phone bajta hai.... bozz ka sms padhke... gand tight ho jaati hai....boss uses BSNL ..i use airtel... i cant blame others...i am not good at buck-passing... i am still learning that art.... it takes time...then in the night...i get all charged up... kal se nayi shurwaat.... and kya bolega... tum doston ko... kal se nayi shuruwat nahi...kal shure-waat ( sure waat) lagne wali hoti hai....

then i chuck everything and plan to sleep...but tab tak late ho gaya hai.... boss will think... this chudiot ( chudiot is nothing but a chutiya + idiot ) is lazy...useless... no hope... fit for nothing... all they want is a MT or any Jr ...who is like a cap with elastic... one size fits all.... but those kinda "one size fits all " things are hard to find... even condoms dont fall in the category....


chucking everything... the temperature... is on the decline... it must be close to 40 degrees today...but it felt as if the temp was less than 35 degree.... aadat ho gayi hai abhi....... the brain gets fried....and the kidneys dont have to work hard these days.. all sweat...no pee.....work is getting a lot more simpler..... routine ... gali khaO...gali do.... hanjee hanjee karon... hanjee hanjee karwaaO....


useless... this will continue for quite some time.. ill shut the fuck up by posting the lyrics of a song... which as of now ..is close to the heart and make the heart go... numb.... and serenity for the mind....


when will i stop letting her play football with my heart..in my head... ? ?






Last Chance to Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled - porcupine tree
[Written by Steven Wilson of porcupine tree.. . ]


PS: i thank nidhi patel for introducing me to porcupine tree ... girl.... u rock...


[a) Winding Shot (Summer 1981)]



If you fall asleep with me
You can dream and drowse
The miuntes turn to hours

We could climb a tree or two
And watch the sun go down
Upon our sleepy town

After all the time I spent with you
Summer went away
And we just weren't the same

It's just you and me alone
Not grown ups but not kids
You kissed me on the lips

[b) Last Chance to Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled]

Let me say that our mission here...at this time is about to come to a close, in the next few days.

We came form distance space..and even some might call some part of a different dimension and we are about to return from once we came.

It requires that you need to be moved into that evolutionary kingdome that you leave behing everthing of human ways , human behaviour , human ignorance, human misinformation.

If I have to entitle this day it would be the last chance to evacuate planet earth before it is recycled.

Last chance to evacuate earth before it is recycled.

killah song....

raKH05041982

baBa's XP-rence and life in a big metropolitan village called chennai in INDIA

PS : discard this blog if u are having improper bowel movements.....this blog will not help you... may be try jamalGOTA or kayam chooran


lots of things that we mumbaikars mite find irritating...in this city who is fast aping to be like mumbai....

the most important thing... its a hot city...as in the chicks are not really hot...but the weather is.... so u can wear a lungi... but its completely allright to not wear anything inside the lungi...( just dont get drunk and loose ur lungi)

not so good things
ppl go to sleep by 10 pm
hotels don't take orders after 10 30 pm
railway stations are empty after 10 30 pm
buses are dead crowded
ppl can pee where ever they like..... ( u can even pee right opposite to the famous temples with ur back facing to women.. )
no descent wine shops
very few bars
loads of tamil telgu malayalam and kannada tv channels....very few hindi...u ll be surprised to when u are stayin in some hotel....
no directions on the road...but loads of glowsigns asking u to wear helmates and not use cell phone while driving....
language is like jeelebies....
even the north indians who have settles here for ages prefer to speak in tamil... :(
local muslims might not know urdu....but they speak fluent tamil
lots of one ways....u dont understand how to reach a destination.....
no roads bigger then 100feet
lots of lungis indicating the temperature of the city... higher the lungi....higher is the temperature...
no meter in autos ( minimum fare for a person not knowing tamil is Rs 50 )
very strict police.. no helmet....u are dead meet.... riding bike after midnight.... naka bandi every hwere.... (kahan se aaya ...kahan jaa raha hai....sab batana padta ahi.... movies se aa raha hoon bataya to ...proof ke liye movie tickets is a must )
local water sucks..... its hard as a desperat cock....(eeks....a dirty comparison)... metro water is just getting popular...
no rotis, no chapatis ... only in very expensive restaurants... in descent hotels 2 rotis for 25 bucks ) but u phackin dont get choice of vegetables... they serve something called KURMA..u better eat those funny chapatis with that kurma....
police here look like the RAWAN from ramayana...big phaaacking big moushtaches ...i wonder how they kiss their wife...or neighbour's wife....
no paneer
no vada pav
no shivsena :D
no raj thakrey (ohhh.... fuck that bastard ...he is bloody trying to drive away the mumbai's true asset..the bloody biharis...who have dignity of labour)
no taxis...only call a cab service ( i wonder how much they would charge if they didnt obey the meter rules )
no hangout zones
no toto's
no not just jazz by the bay
u cant use the fly overs in the night :P
no street lights on all roads
ppl dance and play loud music when some one is being taken to the samshaan ( burning/burial ground ) ( majorly only the lower classes do that....but i kinda now like the idea.... )


and fucking lots of things....that are fucking different here..... which are not comin to my mind as of now..... ill keep u mofos.. posted...


a fact... i easily end up drinking more then 3 liters of water and 200ml of chai or coffee.... but i only pee once a day .... coz i sweat like a desperate pig :P



good things...

the biggest loo is marina beach...pee anywhere....there is water everywhere....
u dont have to pee again and again....its really a boon for lazy assholes like me....
its dead cheap.... the public transport... trains and railway
food is cheap... Rs. 22 thali...i bet no one will finish.... only a huge bowl of rice and unlimited sabjees and sambhar
u can buy cheap mineral water ....200 ml packet of min water for rs 1 ...only....
the buses have english boards... unlike the BEST buses in mumbai....who have only idiotic marathi which most of my friends cant read :(
the multiplexex are cheap....and food serverd in them is phattey cheap...
extra king kong popcorn and a liter of coke only for 90 rs..... wake up mumbai... :@
all ladies compulsoraly wear a huge long mogra ka gajara...so when u are in a crowded bus...stand next to one of the female... u can smell the nice scent of mogra ...rather than standing next to a anna and sharing ur sweat with him.... ( just dont Phacking get cought.. )
not many eat gutkha or 420 kacha pakka elaichi paan with bhola.. so they dont spit and draw what some call it modern art..... ( mumbai need to ban pan and gutkha :@ . . . )
SUNDAY is actually a public holiday... unlike in mumbai...where most of the fuckups happen on a bloody sunday...sunday bloody sunday.....

this city will teach one a lot of things.... only thing is ... most of it which one might not want 2learn


and i cant think of any more....good things.....coz my brain is overheating....

finally...
all those who wish to dis-agree can be my guest....this is my POV (point of view)
rest can go fuck themselves.... and if u do succeed....ill suggest his/her name for the Oscars.....

i wonder how that god called Ram survived...man many years back.....then there was no public transport also.... no internet... no tv...no FM... no mobiles.... no porno...... :O ( but he had a friend called hanuman :) )


PS : discard this blog if u are having improper bowel movements.....its really not gonna help :X
PS2 : is expensive...Sony shud slash the prices....
PS3 : remember this...when a girl says that her deadline in this city is 10 30... she is celestially blessed...and her deadline is like a girl staying in mumbai with a deadline of 2 AM ( the phaaaacked up city sleeps damn early....even the phacking public transport sleeps early )...who cares about the guys...


anna's and akka's and tata's and pati... (maaf karo if u dont like this blog... its not to yuntertain u... anywyas... )



peace :)

raKH05041982

phisH and the MMS undergraduate :)

PS : this story is dedicated to the lovely butterNan who stole my heart with my permission :) . . . . loved u !!

Once upon a time there lived a phisH in the arabian sea. He was very tired of drinking the salty water of the sea. So the phisH consulted an MMS undergraduate from the Mumbai university. The graduate thought about the situation the phisH was facing and asked the phisH to shift to bay of bengal.... the phisH aked ...why the bay of bengal ? The smart MMS undergraduate said.....dear phisH...the bay of bengal is next to the state of west bengal. the bengalis love sweets. So the water in the bay of bengal is sweet.

The phisH was confused. He asked .... how is that possible....? The smart undergraduate said...."phishes dont have brains"...lissen to what i say and u'll get a lot of sweet water the phisH was satisfied...then he started dreaming....

One day ...when his preparations were done...he set off. while going from the arabian sea to the bay of Bengal the phisH had to tackle many dangers... but the phisH was determined.....his will was strong....After many days of swimming in hot cold n lukewarm waters he started getting close to the Bay of Bengal.

The water had started getting a lil sweeter....and then the phisH got happy. He started thanking the smart undergraduate from the Mumbai university :). He swam faster and with great enthusiasm. When he reached closer to bay of Bengal , the water was realtively very sweet. but the phisH was greedy and lalchee. so he wanted to drink the sweetest water...here the phisH made the biggest mistake of getting close to culcutta.... he never knew that the BONGS love to eat fish.....

He went too close to danger and was caught in the fishing net of a Bengali fisherman and lost his life.


moral of the story is for u to decide and comment :)

raKH05041982

who gave jimMORRISON the power to be whatever he was...

i think....(sometimes i think ..its necessary).... who gave Jim the super power to be what ever he was....

i mean i dont belive in GOD ..... but only when i have a huge bamboo up my ass...i think there is some superPOWER who shud help me.... but dekha jaaye to....its me who pulls myself out of that mess...

he wrote songs...songs that still make the world go mad....danced in a different way... gave amazing one liners... and didnt trouble the world by living long...he tried all the drugs... and made them famous....
and then he explained death the best.....

Jim said:

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.

i dont know how i want to die....i still i am still figuring it out...... and i am sure i will take a long time to figure it out....coz i am not as talented as JIM morrison :)

ALL I KNOW IS I AM A rider on the storm...I AM GONNA break on through to the other side.....till then..i am gonna rock and roll (H)


raKH05041982