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
.
.
.
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...
.
.
.
.
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…
.
.
.
.
“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
