plastic

i met this lady today... i mean i actually didnt meet her... i just happened to be in the same shop... i was selling pencils and other stationary :) ... she was there too buy stationary..

now who the fuck cares about plastic.. its got no emotions... its got know heart... it has not feelings... but that poor lil bastard has a life thats long.... i am talking about plastic. they say that this plastic can live so long that dude... who lived for a really long time in mahabharata .. what was his name...... bhishma peeta-mahan ...sale ko bhi sharam aayega...and there is another kinda plastic.... these days can be re-resurrected again and again... i mean ...its like killing and bringing it back to life... gosh.. killing it to bring it back to life...what a nice thought... its called recycling :)

so now this plastic is so awesome that it can be what it wants... the last i heard was these carry bags can be a nice hallucinating thing...u need to burn it... and then u get some residue... smoke it.... yuks... now ...who the heck will do all that mehnat... just to get high... no one i know...

so now coming back to the aunty .. she wants to buy pens... cheap ones... which her son can loose and she can still be kool about it..else she wud fucking freak out..and slap that innocent kid... so that he dont loose again... its a weird way of teaching things... thats what they used to do to slaves... to prisoners and to deshdrohi ppl....

fuck...drifting again...

coming back to aunty... aunty chooses from a plethora of Rs 5 pen...and to my luck...she fuckin buys both the pens of my company...and i am like... nysh nysh ( read nice like a child ).... aunty has made the right choice... unkal must be a happy man... unkal ki jai ho ...for keeping aunty happy and sane....

so i get lost in thought... i do that often... get lost in thoughts and keep wondering ... wondering about lost thoughts... and then come back to life... its nysh ... thing.. coming back to life...

and then the aunty leaves... and then as she is leaving the shop... she comes back...and says... anna!!.. oor carry bag koodengah :) ..translated back to inglees ( which is very soon going to be the national language... of modern india ) ...it will mean.. brother!! give me a carry bag. so there i was... i just went numb... i mean not completely.. but i can say... i went numb.. i was like... why is this nice aunty who made the perfect choice of buying the pens which i wanted her to by... asking for carry bags... ok!! ...now its a common thing...asking anything that u may get free .... is a really nice thing.... but she bought 2 pens..worth Rs 10... weighing less than 15 grams... and now she bloody wants a carry bag... fucking nuts...

first things is first... in total she made 2 mistake. .1st one is not hat harmful ... infact its not a mistake..i am just terming it as a mistake... its my mistake.. she called the shop-keeper annaa :P.. .ok.. .not funny....but funny enough to kill some time.... 2nd mistake is that she wants a carry bag for 2 pens weighing less than 15 grams in total :(

the shopkeeper must have got angry... ek to "anna" bola...ab phokat mein bag maang rahi hai... charana fookat mein aata hai kya.... he he :P ( maa chudi ;) .. . i miss this slang word .. one of the most common word in mumbai)

so this lady...aunty is now all happy..swings her plastic carry bag... and walks out of the shop jaise jhansi ki rani panipat ki ladhai jeet ke aayi ho....but i knew ... she has done her bit in polluting the earth.... my hippie mind wanted to stop her... but i cud not ... hippies are so peace loving.. that they wont fight and try to prove their point across... that is the sole reason why the hippie movement died...but not completely... ppl like me and druv are still fighting for a lost cost... we are modern hippies... we use plastic :D

moral of the story... fuck the moral...try and stop using plasic... plstic is harmful and its better if we use it as less as possible. someday hippies will return and hippies will rule.... till then eric cartman can keep hating hippies and that bloody jew kid who never geevs up...nor geevs in....

plastic is what we are becoming... loosing our emotions... loosing our heart.... loosing our feelings... loosing our senses... loosing it all... killing in the name of ..... blaming the innocent.. using more and more things we dont want... dont need ...can do without ....

this is out new walk of LIFE :)

( yeah..i am listening to the awesome dire-straits whos cd if u purchase will come in a plastic cover ... we are left with no choice... bloody maggots is what we are gonna be in the end )

PS : i do use plastic... a lot of it.. i am not doodh ka dhula hua... but i do have a choice. i choice to crib... nag... someday... ill stop others from using plastic... i am so far not able to stop myself from using plastic.

raKH05041982

change is not a must (".)

"How many roads have I wandered,

None and each my own,

behind me the bridges have crumbled,

no question of return...

Its the same song playing, everywhere I go,

its like an army marching right through me.

Nowhere to go but the horizon,

where then will I call my home?

Nowhere to go but the horizon,

where then will I call my home?

How many roads have I wandered,

None and each my own,

behind me the bridges have crumbled,

Where then will I call my home?"

the same song - susheela raman - music for crocodile

There was a time in mumbai that i didnt care a fuck... about hindi... i didnt miss it.. everyone around me spoke hindi... i didnt miss it... i didnt miss bollywood.. i didnt miss item numbers.. dukhi aatma songs, chhamiya songs ... now that i am in chennai... i miss it all... there is kollywood to replace bollywood but there is a difference.... u cant match those two things. Here in chennai.. i miss hindi so much that i listene to crappy hindi songs as if they are some anthem.... if i was in mumbai.. i wud never listen to them... like songs from the movie aaye milan ki raat... god...that song i heard... was LOL ...filled with lots of love for hero and heroin ... but i loved it...there are many more hindi songs i dig here... coz i miss them... i absolutely LOVE them.. life is full of experiences ... this is a nice experience. its a battleground.

a lot of ppl hate to change... change diapers [filled ones ;)] of their young ones.. change the cd in the car audio dech ... change the job... change the bathing soap... change the operating system ... change their toothpaste/toothbrush... change their kids.... or change their in-laws ... the in-laws want to change a lot of things... but ppl hate to change in general.. ppl also hate to change in public ( lol )... but in the case of wife/husband ... ppl wud love to have a change... but yeh kamini society ...yeh kambkath jamana woh sapna sach nahi hone deta... log kya kahenge... reeshteydaar kya kahenge...khandaan ki naak kat jaaayegi.... jeena haram ho jaayega... crap crap crap...

on the contrary there is this special kinda guys/girls who change a lot... every-time things start getting stale.... but these same ppl start ignoring change when they start showing signs of maturity during the decline of puberty..... more crap crap.... crap

now change is also something we need to carry in abundance.... else the BEST conductor gives u looks as if u are a murderer who has blood stains on ur face.... i hate the times when they say.. chutta nahi hai.... to bus mine kayko chadah ... and then there are times when they really dont have change and they say.. thodi der mein deta hoon and then u get lost in some thought that is so useless...that u forget to collect the change...not becouse u hate change...but u are lost in some thought.... who cares... u let go... but the irritating thing is when ..the condutor scribbles on the phacking ticket and asks u to collect change from the bus depot :D ... .i mean.. who the heck will go to collect Rs. 2 or or Rs . more than 2 to the depot... but then some do... they must be change loving ppl..very few.... of those in this world...

i like ppl who hate change... i dont hate change ( i am a big hypocrite :@ )... ppl in tamil nadu hate change... they have not changed since a long time... hope they dont change.. perseverance is the key... contains added falvor and class II preservatives ...we will not change ...we shall not allow change....they dont want to learn hindi... what a boon .... have heard ppl in kerla speak nice hindi.. ppl in AP and Karnataka speak hindi... now the point is... i have a problem here in chennai... i have to do sales.. i am learning TAMIL (only to speak and not read and write ).. so everytime i have a issues... i say.. Sir ..communication is a problem ...and then my boss cant do anything... its a nice excuse... now i have told them...its very difficult.. handling my team who are a nice bunch 0f ppl who dont know hindi.. those SR's are nice ppl .... they didnt learn hindi in school... and to make things worse for me.. i have to handle 6 distributors who cant speak hindi.... they can speak EngLeees ...so in this case... i dont have a excuse... but no matter if u both have a common language... handling ppl... handling human beings who have a brain is difficult. (i want a break ..i want to nagg ..i want to crib )

so its nice .. in tamilnadu u can crib... that communication is a big problem... and its VALID ....it wud not be valid in AP, Kerla and Karnataka and rest of INDIA speaks Hindi.

when i heard they are lounching TOI ( times of India ) in chennai...i was very excited... but then when the Np was actually launched...a complete let down.. .just another ppr with no page 3 content or lets just say the most fucked up page 3 i have ever seen ..... Chennai MIRROR is also missing so far....even the cartoon section is as dull... as it can be...who cares about the headlines and the national news... they suck big-time...

if ppl in tamilnadu didnt have a problem with change...they wud learn hindi... bury the dravidian moment under... and get along with life... but they do have a problem... they will not speak in hindi... even if they know... one of my distributors manager keeps telling me stories ..of politics, justice and tamil ppl ....and i just cant ask him to fuck off.... he is the key to one of my main markets....

chutta nahi hai (i dont have any change) .. is my fav line ... but what is this anyways... i am confused ... change ... change .... i dont want to change a few things.. but there are many things i want to change... but who am I... to change the things... i am not GOD... i am not even his best friend... i dont even know anyone who is god's best friend.....

PS : this feeling is nice... this feeling i can explain ...or may be I dont want to explain .

PS : gand mein danda :)

raKH05041982