2009 was disastrous... 2010 should be interesting....
less alcohol less haze.....taking a lot of inspiration from Copenhagen...
best of 2009 - making a strong resolution ..reducing alcohol.. reducing haze..
worst of 2009 - missed porcupine tree....
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raKH05041982
the future is uncertain and the end is always near...
ull never know ... when d last drink will get over.. nor when d last stick will extinguish ... (enjoy it before it does ).. dont miss the starting gun ( a fav line from pink floyds - "TIME" from the dark side of the moon)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
tanks and fighter jets and a love story of a submarine
as yet another cake gets baked out of the Owen first and then the digestive system of humans... 5 30 hours ahead a mind digs the past for some well preserved memories.....its a day to celebrate and scream and shout...for a limited few
those days were so very nice...a hippie was so very lost... yet he didn't bother ...there was no need...
he knew that at the end of the tunnel...he is gonna be greeted with a small pit-stop and yet another tunnel of confusion will begin...somewhere on his journey he would meet many souls who will be faking seeking salvation...and trying to escape reality....
in my heart - moby
Lord I want
To be up
In my heart
Be
Ohh
Just in my heart, oh Lord
Just in my heart, oh Lord
as the clock ticked...pages were flipped... hippie... on one flat Tyre...continued to seek the most comfortable numb position with a maximum angle....to drool...over her..
if you know that the 180 mins after the next 60 odd mins are going to be the one where the mind can be gang raped...you might well enjoy the first 60 mins....(its as simple as you want it to be) . . and there is no god who would be actually coming down on earth to prove his existence by risking his own life...
the sexy frame of reference that helped him cut fruitless hours was to eclipse...the shortcut was fixed...there was just one hurdle... i knew i would pray through those tunnels of confusion...that the hurdle should pull back the sexy frame of reference ..and superimpose it on staying abck in the country...she could be the binding glue ....and help me drive me out of the tunnels....
and then there was nowhere to go...but the exam hall . ..and nothing to do... but Stare !! she was melting my heart !!
after 15 mins ..the melting stopped...the re-resurrection of the soul began...
after 180 mins...there was a lot of noise...i tried ..but i dint try enough...i didt try hard...it was where we parted...
most of the faces i was not too see again..because i know...no matter how educated we were to become..social networking was not to bite every1 ...there was no networking in the first place....
from there the bunch of tanks and fighter jets were to refuel...so we rush...and that was it.... the green dress was too remain in the heart and the memories were the only thorns to be protecting it.....
(wadhwani, amar, 10, burhan, jain, submarine, wine, v-pull, neeraj, deshgande)
8 is the number that didnt surprise me..when the result was out... it was a boon...it gave me hope...dildaar must be the one who deposited 8 in my favor coated with hope and better luck next time...
outside wadhwani and a dead body waited....the black vehicle took the deadbody away for postmortem... while the rest were lost in the wilderness of the EI...
i still have not heard from wadhwani ....he is still alive...and not in jail...(hope so)
over the next few months...windows messenger was the gateway ....i keep sending signals "i am so very lost into you..help me forget the pain...and derive energetic inspiration out of virtually nonexistence".... 59 is not a bad result out of it.....both in digital signal processing and EI . . what a relief ...
as the years passed...the submarine rose...and the sexy frame got sexier (beautiful too) and unexceptionally smarter... and now life continues...she continues to be a unconventional source of inspiration.... all she needs to do is not ignore .....be a friend....
life was taking a drastic turn and the submarine was sinking...and all it needed was a anchor...and a radar that worked... and a wake up call for the Captain who was in tunnels....seeking salvation....
happy birthday to dear J....you were and will be a life saver :)
if was too dedicated a song.....it would be... (pearl jams black would be too emotional and romantic :P)
Light years - pearl jam
I've used hammers made of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I have deciphered tricks at the bar
But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why
I've come with riddles, and jokes about war
I figured out numbers and what they're for
I've understood feelin's and I've understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected, now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
With every breath, awakened regrets
Back pages and days that only could've been spent
Together, but we were, miles apart
Every inch between us becomes light years now
No time to be void, or save up on life
Oh, you gotta spend it all
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, you seem to like it here
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
"peace"
raKH05041982
those days were so very nice...a hippie was so very lost... yet he didn't bother ...there was no need...
he knew that at the end of the tunnel...he is gonna be greeted with a small pit-stop and yet another tunnel of confusion will begin...somewhere on his journey he would meet many souls who will be faking seeking salvation...and trying to escape reality....
in my heart - moby
Lord I want
To be up
In my heart
Be
Ohh
Just in my heart, oh Lord
Just in my heart, oh Lord
as the clock ticked...pages were flipped... hippie... on one flat Tyre...continued to seek the most comfortable numb position with a maximum angle....to drool...over her..
if you know that the 180 mins after the next 60 odd mins are going to be the one where the mind can be gang raped...you might well enjoy the first 60 mins....(its as simple as you want it to be) . . and there is no god who would be actually coming down on earth to prove his existence by risking his own life...
the sexy frame of reference that helped him cut fruitless hours was to eclipse...the shortcut was fixed...there was just one hurdle... i knew i would pray through those tunnels of confusion...that the hurdle should pull back the sexy frame of reference ..and superimpose it on staying abck in the country...she could be the binding glue ....and help me drive me out of the tunnels....
and then there was nowhere to go...but the exam hall . ..and nothing to do... but Stare !! she was melting my heart !!
after 15 mins ..the melting stopped...the re-resurrection of the soul began...
after 180 mins...there was a lot of noise...i tried ..but i dint try enough...i didt try hard...it was where we parted...
most of the faces i was not too see again..because i know...no matter how educated we were to become..social networking was not to bite every1 ...there was no networking in the first place....
from there the bunch of tanks and fighter jets were to refuel...so we rush...and that was it.... the green dress was too remain in the heart and the memories were the only thorns to be protecting it.....
(wadhwani, amar, 10, burhan, jain, submarine, wine, v-pull, neeraj, deshgande)
8 is the number that didnt surprise me..when the result was out... it was a boon...it gave me hope...dildaar must be the one who deposited 8 in my favor coated with hope and better luck next time...
outside wadhwani and a dead body waited....the black vehicle took the deadbody away for postmortem... while the rest were lost in the wilderness of the EI...
i still have not heard from wadhwani ....he is still alive...and not in jail...(hope so)
over the next few months...windows messenger was the gateway ....i keep sending signals "i am so very lost into you..help me forget the pain...and derive energetic inspiration out of virtually nonexistence".... 59 is not a bad result out of it.....both in digital signal processing and EI . . what a relief ...
as the years passed...the submarine rose...and the sexy frame got sexier (beautiful too) and unexceptionally smarter... and now life continues...she continues to be a unconventional source of inspiration.... all she needs to do is not ignore .....be a friend....
life was taking a drastic turn and the submarine was sinking...and all it needed was a anchor...and a radar that worked... and a wake up call for the Captain who was in tunnels....seeking salvation....
happy birthday to dear J....you were and will be a life saver :)
if was too dedicated a song.....it would be... (pearl jams black would be too emotional and romantic :P)
Light years - pearl jam
I've used hammers made of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I have deciphered tricks at the bar
But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why
I've come with riddles, and jokes about war
I figured out numbers and what they're for
I've understood feelin's and I've understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected, now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
With every breath, awakened regrets
Back pages and days that only could've been spent
Together, but we were, miles apart
Every inch between us becomes light years now
No time to be void, or save up on life
Oh, you gotta spend it all
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, you seem to like it here
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
"peace"
raKH05041982
Sunday, July 19, 2009
TIME
its getting tougher and tougher by the day... its getting tougher to choose the songs that i want to listen to...
a lot of things are getting pretty nasty and time consuming...
its a matter of time ... who will crack under the pressure....
and i know its not gonna be time...
it will have to be life...
no 1 can kill time
god tried it 1's
failed miserably...
raKH05041982
a lot of things are getting pretty nasty and time consuming...
its a matter of time ... who will crack under the pressure....
and i know its not gonna be time...
it will have to be life...
no 1 can kill time
god tried it 1's
failed miserably...
raKH05041982
Monday, June 8, 2009
lafdaa
aaj bahoot gand masti kiya... bolg ka template badalate badalate...khoodki gand maar diiiii :P
raKH05041982
raKH05041982
Sunday, June 7, 2009
"Us and Them" 7:34
Waters
Wright
Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.
I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
raKH05041982
Waters
Wright
Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.
I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
raKH05041982
simple complications...
20090607
few things i think that are making life more complicated than ever before..
perfumes, coredraw, McDonald's, dams, too many political parties, carbon,deodorants, photoshop, interenet, nailpolish, cricket, blogs, credit cards, facebook, mobile phones, too many options for soaps, news papers, TV channels, messengers,
the list can be long...and varies all the time...
few of you might want to agree after seeing that Dove TVC :P
there are so many things to do...in life...so many things.... so little time...
but why do we end up doing the same things all the time..i have never figured it out..
every time i try to figure out this problem...i am actually wasting time..sometimes it is a lot of time... i should have been doing something new ..something that i have never done b4.. never thought i could do.. i should be doing something new as of now...but i am blogging... even music is not playing in the background....
i like this picture... below :)
raKH05041982
few things i think that are making life more complicated than ever before..
perfumes, coredraw, McDonald's, dams, too many political parties, carbon,deodorants, photoshop, interenet, nailpolish, cricket, blogs, credit cards, facebook, mobile phones, too many options for soaps, news papers, TV channels, messengers,
the list can be long...and varies all the time...
few of you might want to agree after seeing that Dove TVC :P
there are so many things to do...in life...so many things.... so little time...
but why do we end up doing the same things all the time..i have never figured it out..
every time i try to figure out this problem...i am actually wasting time..sometimes it is a lot of time... i should have been doing something new ..something that i have never done b4.. never thought i could do.. i should be doing something new as of now...but i am blogging... even music is not playing in the background....
i like this picture... below :)
raKH05041982
sony ericsson ... you can kiss my ass
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i still feel that there is too much inequality in this world...
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the answer i am sure wont be too easy....
we need a ....
i like the way "cowshit" ooops kaushik aka jadoo chatty writes date...so i ll write date here tooo
20090706
ok...i still find myself in complete love with OldMonk.. ...no no...you pervert.. .i am not gay...atleast not so far...i am not sure of the future....its always uncertain ...and the end is always near.....
FYI... .OldMonk is my fav sasta RUM... 7 years belended... mohan breweries jindabad... khopoli jindabad...thats where they brew it in maharashtra ... maharashtra is where bal thok-rey and raj thok-bihari thok-upite stays... ek quarter faqt saath rupayala (1 qyarter for only Rs. 60)
i like raj...he is got a lot of sulemani keeda....he does a lot of things which make a lot of sense...but the ways are still not justifiable....(hope MNS dont read this...ill be raped for practicing democratic right of freedom of speech...but they might have a soft corner for me being maharashtrian...so they'll only rape me...and not keel me)
larry the crocodile from pearls before swine (pbs) is a ideal father...i want to be him... i want to do that wild thing he does... son...play wii with me.... don't laaarn engleeees...Larry's wife so understanding....and his kid is so talented... he prefers wii to studies....
last evening after havin a 45 minute mind fucking conversation on 1800-11-1800 with Mr. "my name is rajesh..how can i help you keel time?" ...last 25th april i submitted my phone for repairs coz the camera stopped working and it is in warranty... they still have not figured out why they are unable to repair my phone...
i was tired....i needed a drink.... i needed RUM....
and who will come to rescue baBa...non-other than.. the my deeeer phraaand dipti...
she buys me a drink at GOKUL... there is a rat on the loose there....and dipti thinks that rat is gonna climb on her....she she is excited... it must be the GIN effect...
gayle is fucking aussies right in the ass... 50 of 88 balls :P and the whole of gokul is cheering for the west indies... must be the fact that poor lil indians are getting raped and attacked in kangaaroo land....
hope Sri lanka repeats .... they win too...
i take a early train to vashi... 9 : 20 i guess...i slept in the train ..nothing really kool happens in the 1st class compartments unless someone like eye-feasting on fat gujjuu rich mofos... their bellies tell you how rich they are....
i got down at vashi.... saala barabaar vashi aate hi aankhen automatically khool jaata hai... kuch to magic hai.....
so half asleep...i get out of the platform start brisk walking towards the kopar khairane rickshaw stand....and i see what i have never seen before... a girl with checks wala shorts is kissing a girl who looks like boy...the taller one is tryin to manaofy the shorter one who is roothee hue....
i am like...aweeeeeeooooooooooooo oooooohhhhh
and i try to look away...but how can i...this tall chick sees me...and gives an attitude....buzz off... you are insignificant...and she kisses this shorter girl who is dressed up in T-shirt and jeans...
and i am like... wow my first ever live lesbian kiss is happening in front of me....and i should not stop it.....
butterNan once told me that she has never seen gay ppl together or was it "i have never seen gay ppl kiss" or whatever...sometimes i dont remember things correctly...there is too much information out there... need a bigger hard drive... :P
i take a share rick home.... drink plenty water on my way .... go home...watch yuvraj singh rape the poor bowlers.. eat palak-dal-rice and sleep....
adises says one of them must be a guy...but i am sure ...both of them had boobs...and earrings..
pootr ...chutiya!! ... you missed it...you should have been there...i should have had my Sony ericsson phone with me...the cybershot could have captured the proof for this post....
vashi has become so kool...
sony ericsson should be kicked in the nuts... dump phones that are outdated in the developed coutires...
i need to buy those chinese phones which do not make you feel aphrodisiac ... cheap and full of technology... low thrills no frills ... limited hope ... complete VFM !!
raKH05041982
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
we ran...
I want to try cocaine once in my life….just once… they say u become GOD.
It was so awesome…getting drunk and watching Pink Floyd's Pulse… listening to the wall or dark side of the moon… at OM towers in kopar khairane …or B 18 of kendriya vihar in kharghar…or on the 10th floor of that deadly kool apartments..
We ran as if as our guardians would catch us …. bust us… ground us…we ran… but as we ran …our brains got warmer…and eyesight weaker… we ran over the mountains and plain fields… through the heat…through the cold… in rain .... in pain… we were running when we were high on alcohol… high on weed…high on life… but the brain still got warmer…. Then we realized we didn’t want to run anymore…but we wanted to fly… but once u trade wings for running shoes… its too late…
everyone gets one chance AT LEAST ... i got my chance…we all got our chance… I did use it… I used it well.… few of us used it amazingly well.. …. we ran back to where we started from…but the world had moved on and we were left looking deeper inwards… .all that fun….all that spunk…all that attitude… all that glory…
We soon realized time waits for no one…and u cant wait for the whole world… the world does not want u to wait for it… run … run… let the brains be warmer than the blood… run like hell…
If we managed to run in the right direction without missing the gun… it would have not been so much fun…a little detour was always recommended… there are a lot of stars… we are still waiting for our turn… we took a long detour… and we enjoyed the journey… we still are clueless about the destination. We never had one… we had no idea that there can be shortcuts that lead you to where you want to be…. It is not our thing…
We played like no one cared… we smoked like there was a cure for cancer…we drank as if we were pirates…we played cards like we were mavericks… we had dreams…we fooled around…we headbanged…we chilled …we chilaxed …we had josh…we still have those dreams…. we still have the same josh…but time is running out…most of us can have their own POV…
…….. in the end we were left with the only choice… RUN
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Vijay sold his world…he knew too much about life…. Few of us got to hug him after i-rock..at chitrakoot gardens, andheri… if I wud know that he would be long gone…I wud have …gosh I don’t know what I would have done… I didn’t get to hug him… characteristic : Curt Cobain
panna was a lil old gem… he fell for thing that he cud have easily avoided… but I still know that he is a gem.. the last thing I heard of the grapevine that he was arrested in college… I guess for holding some big quantity of hashish…characteristic : pakka pahadi
the skinny kashmiri … the best maverick when it came to playing cards … was escorted by his folks… he was trying to dupe lil kids…the police must have been a lil kind…characteristic : stay away from me...ull be safer...
burhaan wasted more water …more than the quantity that dombivili gets per day…we know what he did under the shower… yeah y guessed it right…. Miss dombivili got married… characteristic : skinny boy ...who once thought he was eminem
Mr. juicy … still has the same spirit … characteristic : most optimistic and enthustiastic bastard :P
Sahil might move to Bangalore from gurgaon… he is minting money… characteristic : i am a true family guy
Mr. Geetesh… MAN…. I better keep shut about this guy…he is a special kid… he nick-named abhijit trivedi “Juicy”…. One shot revenge!! ... characteristic : mr. Simpleton
Roa went to US… he was so happy when he bought that mattress…. Though it was not as big as when he cleared maths 2 … characteristics : happiness goes where amar goes...
Mr. Stone was jack of none…master of all… characteristics : magic fingers
Garden Chinese aka “gudang garam” aka “jholer” aka “colt” aka “dhiraj” … got his number going strong… characteristic : a wicked smile and a packet of classic milds
somewhere in the middle of no where... pratyush the "asthamatic weed" boy joined as a wagon on the gravy train that was already rolling like a roller coaster... then more guitar and rock happend...and also weed and alcohol.... characteristic : his long hair and plastic bajaj bike torn jeans ...
Akki was a big navy cut fan….ashwin karan and bengali …were did their bit in cameo… siddharth …aka self proclaimed syd barret also landed in America…
i am writing this post….i will always want to be calm like a bomb… ab khud ki tareef kaise Karen…. charateristic : fart and blame others...
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we were like …. We were Mr. “meri gand mein bahoot chool hai …fir bhi hum bahoot kool hai”…
PS : I will never forget sharad… we had same high school crush… he did what I once wanted to do…be a shippie… I guess I am doing what he wanted to do… we were not the best of friends… we were just friends…
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“its never too late” "keep walking" "keep running"
Geetesh bhave, pratyush and amarnath rao missing in this lovely picture. amd the skinny kashmiri too.. told u naa... bloody!! his parents escorted him....
raKH05041982
It was so awesome…getting drunk and watching Pink Floyd's Pulse… listening to the wall or dark side of the moon… at OM towers in kopar khairane …or B 18 of kendriya vihar in kharghar…or on the 10th floor of that deadly kool apartments..
We ran as if as our guardians would catch us …. bust us… ground us…we ran… but as we ran …our brains got warmer…and eyesight weaker… we ran over the mountains and plain fields… through the heat…through the cold… in rain .... in pain… we were running when we were high on alcohol… high on weed…high on life… but the brain still got warmer…. Then we realized we didn’t want to run anymore…but we wanted to fly… but once u trade wings for running shoes… its too late…
everyone gets one chance AT LEAST ... i got my chance…we all got our chance… I did use it… I used it well.… few of us used it amazingly well.. …. we ran back to where we started from…but the world had moved on and we were left looking deeper inwards… .all that fun….all that spunk…all that attitude… all that glory…
We soon realized time waits for no one…and u cant wait for the whole world… the world does not want u to wait for it… run … run… let the brains be warmer than the blood… run like hell…
If we managed to run in the right direction without missing the gun… it would have not been so much fun…a little detour was always recommended… there are a lot of stars… we are still waiting for our turn… we took a long detour… and we enjoyed the journey… we still are clueless about the destination. We never had one… we had no idea that there can be shortcuts that lead you to where you want to be…. It is not our thing…
We played like no one cared… we smoked like there was a cure for cancer…we drank as if we were pirates…we played cards like we were mavericks… we had dreams…we fooled around…we headbanged…we chilled …we chilaxed …we had josh…we still have those dreams…. we still have the same josh…but time is running out…most of us can have their own POV…
…….. in the end we were left with the only choice… RUN
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.
Vijay sold his world…he knew too much about life…. Few of us got to hug him after i-rock..at chitrakoot gardens, andheri… if I wud know that he would be long gone…I wud have …gosh I don’t know what I would have done… I didn’t get to hug him… characteristic : Curt Cobain
panna was a lil old gem… he fell for thing that he cud have easily avoided… but I still know that he is a gem.. the last thing I heard of the grapevine that he was arrested in college… I guess for holding some big quantity of hashish…characteristic : pakka pahadi
the skinny kashmiri … the best maverick when it came to playing cards … was escorted by his folks… he was trying to dupe lil kids…the police must have been a lil kind…characteristic : stay away from me...ull be safer...
burhaan wasted more water …more than the quantity that dombivili gets per day…we know what he did under the shower… yeah y guessed it right…. Miss dombivili got married… characteristic : skinny boy ...who once thought he was eminem
Mr. juicy … still has the same spirit … characteristic : most optimistic and enthustiastic bastard :P
Sahil might move to Bangalore from gurgaon… he is minting money… characteristic : i am a true family guy
Mr. Geetesh… MAN…. I better keep shut about this guy…he is a special kid… he nick-named abhijit trivedi “Juicy”…. One shot revenge!! ... characteristic : mr. Simpleton
Roa went to US… he was so happy when he bought that mattress…. Though it was not as big as when he cleared maths 2 … characteristics : happiness goes where amar goes...
Mr. Stone was jack of none…master of all… characteristics : magic fingers
Garden Chinese aka “gudang garam” aka “jholer” aka “colt” aka “dhiraj” … got his number going strong… characteristic : a wicked smile and a packet of classic milds
somewhere in the middle of no where... pratyush the "asthamatic weed" boy joined as a wagon on the gravy train that was already rolling like a roller coaster... then more guitar and rock happend...and also weed and alcohol.... characteristic : his long hair and plastic bajaj bike torn jeans ...
Akki was a big navy cut fan….ashwin karan and bengali …were did their bit in cameo… siddharth …aka self proclaimed syd barret also landed in America…
i am writing this post….i will always want to be calm like a bomb… ab khud ki tareef kaise Karen…. charateristic : fart and blame others...
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we were like …. We were Mr. “meri gand mein bahoot chool hai …fir bhi hum bahoot kool hai”…
PS : I will never forget sharad… we had same high school crush… he did what I once wanted to do…be a shippie… I guess I am doing what he wanted to do… we were not the best of friends… we were just friends…
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“its never too late” "keep walking" "keep running"
Geetesh bhave, pratyush and amarnath rao missing in this lovely picture. amd the skinny kashmiri too.. told u naa... bloody!! his parents escorted him....
raKH05041982
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its good when life finds its own path..just like a river... but the fuck up is good rivers have awesome water falls... so a awesome life WIL... -
this is referring the previous post " sare janah se accha " this is not funny... the idea of this post is ... yup this time t...
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now all know that when it comes to choosing between a women and a beer...a man will choose a ....BEER ;) so me and satya....two floydian and...
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this three day long weekend is so boring... i wish i could sleep over nice grass and feel the morning due when i wake up... #ganpati bapp...
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u meet d most interesting ppl in the least expected way at the most un-thought of place.. But only at d right time.. Life is then beautiful...
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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 th... -
there are many who love to drink...and u know i am talking about rum or whiskey...so do i... and jab se i have stopped having them with the ...
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sometimes being an asshole is so easy.. its just not funny... random crazy carefree and thoughtless actions help you be 1.. if i had one...