there comes a time...

there comes a time ... there comes a time that wont ever stop for you...

there comes a time when alcohol becomes the best friend .. your worst enemy...

there come a time when food becomes your first love when you want wish you were on a diet...

there comes a time when cigarettes become your basic need .. needlessly...

there comes a time when you hate your job but you hate your long weekend more ...

there comes a time when you can buy sex .. but you would rather stare at the sun...

there comes a time when rock'n'roll makes your heart at peace but your mind at a war...

there comes a time when love is abundant but all you need us ego massage...

there comes a time when you fit exactly in your own shoes but they give a shoe bite on your soul...

there comes a time when your stomach is bigger than your heart...

there comes a time when ice cube melt faster than the passing phase in your life...

there is a time when your mind works faster than your hands... only out of phase ...

there is time when you want time to stop... but it moves swiftly as always...

there comes a time when life on the other side looks... greener...

there comes a time when time moves real fast and your life seems at a standstill....

there is a time when you want to catch your childhood buy all you reach out is your middle age...

there comes a time when God whats your love but the devil gets your anger...

there comes a time when your see a well known stranger in the mirror...

it is when .. you know the time is right for everything to be not right but not wrong either....
it was always this way.. but you and I were to naive.. or too smart to ignore the basics of life..
this is what we were taught when we were young.. this is what we were taught in school.. to believe in ...

but there comes a time when we realize .. when we wake up... come to our senses... dumb-folded...
there comes a time we try to sort things out.. only to get more entangled .. more stuck and more occupied...
and then time runs out.. the end is always the same.

the end is sweet and its peaceful. PERIOD.

raKH05041982

... then alcohol kicks in...

so yet another day when i realized how i live in the world i have created in my head... and built walls around me... my mind

the room is filled with my own fancy imagination.. thoughts that wont come true in my real world... may be... may be not in my created infectious world...

life gives chances to wake up... break those walls... reach out...  hold those who seek your hand... bank on those shoulders that are real...

but then alcohol kicks in...

cements those walls in mind... builds those walls stronger.. taller... and life goes on...

to dream is not a crime... and to dream all the more is not a crime... dreams paint those walls.. 

but then alcohol kicks in...

blurs those dreams... shadows those thoughts... dilutes the goal...

to dream you need to sleep... and to make those dreams come true you need wake up... act!!

you try to search for the needle that points north in hay of prejudice... but in vein...

but then alcohol kicks in...

sleep goes for a toss.. and in turn dreams have to wait.. and the ones that come are intoxicated... 

intoxicated dreams.. troubled waters... walls that wont break... mind that wont escape the prison build by these closed walls..

and again alcohol kicks in... 

conscious comes in to play... reality strikes... lightening crashes...

dreams become a thought that makes you laugh... reality ridicules the mind... life gets tough.. 

and then additional alcohol kicks in...

another glass of drink is on the table... thought are clouded... but there is a silver lining...

body aches... thoughts pinch... the ice slowly melts... it reminds you of the fading breath... you feel tired..

times limited... so is alcohol... but dreams go on .. mind goes on and on in to a loop..

each loop opens a new dream.. a dream that helps you build the wall higher... clouds your mind 

and so the story goes.. you wait patiently for alcohol to get over.. so the dream can end.. the walls can break... may be collapse on its own burden..

but then alcohol kicks in..

your friends get the liquid gold... and the story never ends... somehow you take the U turn... and life starts over.. the second U turn brings you to square one...

yet another day.. yet another thought... yet another peg... 

circle of incomplete life completes. restarts. resumes. 

..

#COLDPLAY - EVERY TEARDROP IS A WATERFALL

#METALLICA - TURN THE PAGE



raKH05041982

god is an astronaut

getting high is easy.. staying high is tricky.. and a bummer is never an option.
when you mixandmatch you need to go slow.. any which ways i am slow.. all of it makes me more slow...

slow mind floats well on important issues which otherwise elude you..music.. beauty .. peace .. women... and TIME are few topics which needs a slow mind..

listening to god is an astronaut makes my mind slow..i don't know for how long.. but i am sure for a very long time i was waiting for an band who makes me feel slow.. and thanks to amarnath..who is digging for some really amazing bands in the US... agar usne mooh nahi khola hota to shayad hi koi mujhey is band ke bare mein batata...

this trip is beautiful.. i liked the trip the mind enjoyed while listening to porcupine tree but.. it could never get me.. in total there are 5 albums and i dont know .. how to rank them.. or which 1 to recommend... all are good... zodiac is different...

but if i have to make some1 listen to giaa.. then it has to be  SUICIDE BY A STAR

and chup chap batti band karke.. relaxed mode mein aankh band karke... poora attention deke sunane kaa...

very few things in our life can tune us... and these things change from time to time.. you don't know how.. but they tune you.. and sometimes in the process .. a lot of you is destroyed.. and then a lot of new is built too.. and this continues as long as there is meaning in your life.. once the meaning is lost.. nothing remains in tune and you crumble due to gravity depending upon how much your life sucks.... lesser the better....

she destroys me and i build myself over and over again.. as of now.. no one will back out.. its going strong...havovi says she is a beef i can never taste.. i know it.. but there is no other beef i want.. i aint no hungry.. i am just stuck....

i need my daily dose of reality... and i need it daily... warna mein aasman mein chala jaata hoon.. aur jab zindagy dhakka maar ke tapka deti hai to .. zindagy khajoor ban jaati hai...

yeh saal pata nahi .. kya kya naye gul khilayega... leking accha music sunana is on top agenda..!!

raKH05041982

oldmonk week

its fun how alcohol helps you rediscover yourself every time..

this first time i am all happy boss is not going to be in office for 3 days.. decided to rush home.. drink a celebration peg.. and watch one piece on the way back.. instead of cursing innocent ppl stuck in traffic...
solid chutiyapa.. psp mein battery nahi and bottle mein oldmonk nahi... fir sirf chips khaya and khaj khuja ke batti bhujaya..

this 2nd last time i was with Mr. kool dude # 1 - i am so fat that my mamma would mistake me for a dumpling :P........ i drank half a bottle of oldmonk and i was normal.. i enjoyed... i ate good good.. zero hangover..
this last time i sat with Mr. kool dude # 2 - he is actually kool and his mama knows it... i drank almost half a bottle...but i was so tired when i reached home that i forgot to eat eat.. i just crashed.. and next day i had a miserable time.. i still dont understand how i sent those sms to her and made a beeg fucking chut out of me...

both the days i was thinking about the same things i generally think when i am with old monk... why does alcohol have to be a killer.. but come to think of it it.. if life is killer too.. life does not allow you to live forever.. so lets make life simpler.. blame life.. blame alcohol and feel good about life and alcohol..

last few weeks have been a little weird .. kolaveri happend to me like no other song has gripped me in a very long time.. its fun to see how these ppl with resources and lot of exposure end up making kool things...  shruti, dhanush, aishwarya made the world go mad... with the help of aniruddh.. a guy who will now be confused how to continue making good music... much more than that unfortunately even if he makes shitty music ppl will still end up rooting for him.. thats how india has been for the last 3000 years

pawar got slapped and for the first time a common maharashtrian understood how difficulty it must be to carry a heavy loaded head over your shoulders.. pawar almost fell and the poor sardaar actually got a gand phatti meri feeling but he sailed through it well.. as he is a sardar in the end.. he has to lead with example .. good or bad...

anna was sarcastic.. he said ek hi?? it was a true rotflol moment...

also last week boss was not in office for a long long time.. approximately 3 days.. so WTF was chilled out.. !!

though he tried to rape my mental inner peace over the phone.. i was actually staring at a busty babe on the streets of sector 17 ...imagining the stress the elastic was under.. woh aam nahi kharbooja the...

mein to kabhi utna stress mein nahi raha hoon.. so i should be smiling... even if boss i yelling....

aaj Dev ws all pumped up to drink this friday night out.. poora khamba leke pooja kar raha hai.. leking kal exhibition mein gand marana hai.. and ho sake to BB bhi khelna hai... lets see.. abhi mikhail ka daru phone kall bhi nahi aaya abhi tak..

kya hoga next.. bhenchod.. if u are still reading this.. u must be fuckin fucked and lost your mind..

this is not what it seems...


raKH05041982

something...of a dream

some dreams are so real that you don't ever want to wake up... they are so real that u never know when they get over...

i mean the day you remember the end of your dream.. the dream is not real.. coz your sub-conscious mind is too strong... it has complete control over what you wish to dream

yesterdays dream was a fantasy ...just don't remember how it ended...but the end must have made me proud... seemed so real that for the first time my conscious and  sub-conscious were at sync.... she must have been the real goddess in my dream and i must have been her worshiper ...

there was no influence of alcohol.. just the peaceful sleep i had wish for...there was no wish of dreaming about her... but it happened ultimate randomly that why its very important...


PS: just a random thought

something tells me.. i am tired... tired of something... i guess ill stop doing something and start doing something... i hope i find something interesting .. and that something keeps me ALIVE!!


raKH05041982

wajan ghataye ke liye paani peejiye

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 super all mighty fucked up black cola...i am able to control my wajan...

no no...this is not the wajan u through about to get things done under the table or behind the curtains.. i am talking about the charbi ....excess sugar which i stored on us...

water got in...and black colored colas out...and i am healthy again....

who ever said rum + coke must have not really needed all those calories....

PS: the internet loneliness alcohol is back in life...should help in updating blog at regular intervals...
PS: wajan ghatane ke liye...cola nahi pani peejiye.. :D
PS2: is outdated
PS3 is very expensive.
:|

raKH05041982

a crazY littel things called LOVEDA...

LOVEDA...loveda lag gaya zindagy kaa...deep down south...aisa lagata tha ek din ek hafte ke barabar hia...dimaag mein itni chutiyagiri ho rahi thee kee...aise lag raha tha butterNan playing football with my heart in my head was much more fun...sala her ek din...woich tensionor sales target...EOD dimmaga ka bhosada ho jaata tha...pata tha jab yeh sab khatam ho jaayega ...sala poorani kabar khodke poorani baante and yaadon ko sochke bada majja ayega....jhendu ke phool ki tarah dil khil jaayega...

out of the many things..yeah many things....i know i wont miss many of them...

i mean if a man had nothing gr8 happening in his life... i am sure he will start appreciating all the chutiyagiri happening around him...he will surely enjoy it...

if i went shouting loveda loveda loveda...i would get slapped in mumbai...this fear once came true when the off duty cop who had the balls of frustrated trapped anger to slap me on a muthafukin DIWALI day...yeah that was like a big cracker bursting right on my face....chutiya burhaan wanted to buy chaddi....and to buy chaddi he comes all the way to vashi from kharghar....its not like ppl in kharghar mein log undies nahi pehan te....the reason is there is a famous chaddi-baniyan shop in the lane next to golden punjab and navratna....right next to jhama in sector 17 vashi..

we chediots (chediots are nothing but chutiyaas who are also idiots).... ho ho ho...it was our fav adda.... sitting on bikes parked in from on navratana...adda for getting together....chill out...drool on the hot girls and aunty's who came shopping in the sec 17 market...buy chhota baatlees of wodkaa and then flip open the bottle of sprite...gulp 3/4th of the sprite the bitter way..and then mix the two miscible liquids.... the chhota baatlee in the remaining 1/4th sprite...then the ritual used to be ..waiter will try to show that he is a true lost maharashtrian indian...dance with the sprite baatlee having wodka like a bartender...sprinkle 4 drops of daru for the ppl who are not with us...and then drink the sweet concentrate to glory...me..mikhail..lez...waiter...claude.. and others.....

chutiyagiri to hona hi tha...burhaan was with romstone...and usual we have a healthy exercise of words of wisdom.... parade of galis begin... bencho...bhosdaaa...maa ki aaag...it was like we are full of them..... i tell burhaan, jab woh patlee gali se kamati ho raha tha.... LOVEDAy...( in proper bumbaiyaa style)... apni size ki chaddi kharidnaa..and then burhaan with his loud mouth goes...blah blah blah....loveda bada hai to meri kya galti...and i say...jaa be loveday...jaa...undie kharid...

and then i dont remember what happpen...there is that gap ...i dont remember anything.... next think i remember a khaki...is in front of me, me surprised...trying to take my case....woh maamoo ka gussa pata nahi kahan se aaya...apne chhote nanhe ke saamne hi raises his had ...ONE TIGHT SLAP...silence...then pandu thoda much much kiya...and in few more seconds we left the scene....

LOVEDA bola....jhapad khaya :|

i still couldnt figure out ....whats with this crazy little thing..word loveda....the best thing in chennai, or coimbatore, or in madurai...or TN for that matter....there would not be any police who would slap me if i went on a parade shouting out loud loveda loveda loveda...why ?... its simple.... love is nothing but love...and "da" is a fix they use....like in mumbai we use "re" or "be"...

coming back to missing things...the list may be long...but few are like...

i miss that dude who looked ditto like forest whitaker, who didnt understand a phaaaking word of hindi, he made excellent cofee...the MR bakery on Gokhale road off cross cut road in ramnagar in coimbatore and the small coffee shop behind murugan temple in vadapalani in chennai...who made coffee even better but always insisted on mee eating cookies and bananas...

miss that ultra fucked up amman mess ...what a mess that mess was in...where the parotta with kurma was a killer...and half boil....ha ha ha...half boil is actually a half fry egg...frankly i stopped giving a damn...coz the taste was as good as ghar ka khana....

miss aachi mess in tatabad was homefood....and so was the mess close to aachi...which was special for its non-veg...

miss Sathyam Cinemas which could have easily become a living room with awesome surround dolby sound, full time working AC, and a source of innocent ego-free pop-corns...if i was to stay in chennai for longer than a year....

marina was a playground...Thiruvanmayur beach was the best open house bar...miss them

i miss walking randomly on the streets of T-nagar....it was a hopeful place...where i always dreamed of bumping into the awesomo butterNan ....but only dreams of true color come true....mOnOchromatic dreams are hard to come true...

the dude who used to give me and mangesh a happy smile everytime we went to buy coke and chakhnaa..those plastic glasses are being missed....those green TASMAC boards...
and that dudes elder bro...whos tamilish ( a mix of tamil and english) persuaded me to buy a tata sky connection....(fuck...there was no way i would miss euro cup)

that lady who took gr8 deal of interest in making mootai-lapa or mootai-podimas and who would enquire about where we had dinner last night every time we skipped dinner at her shop....and showed that she cares...and she did.

miss hanging out with keshavmoorthy and velayutham swamy ...who took much interest in teaching me tamil, withouth them i would be gangraped in coimbatore and chennai... abdul bhai, who was a complete timepass character.....it was fun teaching him few hindi words....

i miss curd rice, oorga...pappad

miss those 2 bloody mechanics who conned me into buying a fucked up bike and feeling happy about it...mayeer is what i called them in my mind ....the only slang i learnt...down south... sometimes, the things that interest you the most are never tought....you gotta learn them on your own...in this case, I chose not to learn how or wha they say ....those slangs in tamil....slangs are common in mumbai and north...madarchode, behahchode...i still dont know how they say it in tamil....i knew i would never need to use them in a land of so many GODS...

all i know is...I was an interesting character before living in tamil nadu.....Now i am an even more frigging special interesting character....

above all....i miss the way i used to miss my life in tamil nadu...i miss the way i used to miss mumbai/bombay....i miss the way i missed my friends... the way mumbaikars struggle it out...the way they fight to keep their miserable lives above the bare minimum happiness level...the way they slap all the stress and bounce back like a ping pong ball everyday in the morning (few of the mumbaikars ounce at night)....the way we use madarchode benchode and not actually mean it...the way we laugh it out when we miss the local train despite doing everything on time....the way we eat a vadapav as a treat from a chindhy rich friend....the way auto-rickshaw-wallahs charge you by the meter...and nothing more...the way the food kooked in slums, packed nicely by young kids in unclean plastic is consumed with satisfaction buy the middleclass...the leafy vegetables grown from the gutter/sewage ka pani on the sides of railway track, are treated as a healthy organic food....i missed it all....

sometimes it is necessary to separate yourself from the city you love ....only to fall in love with it all over again...


PS :"love da....benchode" & "maa-chudi"....are my most frequently used fav galis.


raKH05041982

TASMAC must go :@

there is absolutely no regrets... life teaches many things even when we are out of school..

no regrets....
didnt feel like abusing that bastard ...didnt feel like bashing that mofo ( always read mofo as motherfuker) .... fucking got duped in the bar in chennai ( yaaron...hasna mat... daru pine ke baad apna haal to is equation ki tarah ho jaata hai ----> SUPERMAN - few senses = baBa ).... i mean there are no simple bars in chennai .... sab ke sab maa chudi ... self proclaimed 3 star and 4 star. but the feeling of getting semi-drunk and getting gypped by a "anna" bar tender is also an experience. i mean life is all about experiencing different experiences....but the best part of this is everytime u get a different exp even though the same thing is heppening around ....

lets drift to a wonderful experience baBa had in coimbatore :P
its like one of the sundays when i had nothing to do in coimbatore ...i went to this place called TASMAC.

TASMAC is a govt controled BAR that no sane person wud like to visit. there is a wine shop and next to it is a small dingy place to have that alcohol. u might be lucky to have service in that TASMAC bar. or else u just buy a liqour bottle, a plastic glass and a water packet and rock and roll ..

trust me...i am not able to explain it properly...over here... u gotta see it to believe it.... i wud say...all these firangs come and visit places of no significance according to me... they visit the temples when the god is within them , they visit the beaches though they have better beaches in their own country ...and visit zoos while they can do that by watching animal planet and discovery... but tell me...frankly which TV channel is going to show TASMAC on it they will only show things that very few indians have been.... so most of the firangs and the tourists are gonna miss it....

ppl have a strange way of drinking daru....so do i... over here in TASMAC...ppl buy good quality alcohol... but the way of drinking it is like they are raping toy doll and they dont want to be cought.... its a quick thing.... aao... daru ke batlee kholo... plastic ke glass mein u make 2 huge pegs and add very lil water....and drink like we drank boost or horlicks when we were kids...... and get the fuck out of the TASMAC shop.

so the good question ...is.... what the fuck was in doing there ?...in TASMAC.... i mean all these 5 months i spend so far here...i always wanted to see what is the feeling like to have daru in a TASMAC shop....

i cudnt go inside without any alcohol and keep staring at others and observing
so i sit in the first available table and have my bullet beer :) guess what was on the lable of the beer who is a part of the great UB group..... it said liquor is injurious to health and liquor destroys the country..no wonder they didint mention whos country it destroys....

....and there this oldie regular fella comes in...with a local brand of whisky and a plastic glass and a water packet. so the atttenders all know him since he is regular....and make his peg for him...and the peg scared the shit out if me... a bloody approx 130 ml ka extra large peg :| ...and then 30 ml water....no ice .... and the old fucker goes as if there is a competition.... finishes more than half of the fluid in that glass and ...gosh how the fuck can i explain... mera gand phaad diya sale ne...i thought buddha aaj tapake ne mood mein hai... i was no longer intertested in my beer.. the old mans eyes were red.... watery....

many ppl came and left... before i cud finish my beer as if they were all in a hurry... gand mein aag lagi ho ootni teji se daru peeke sablog kamti ho rahe the....

thats enuf... i had a idiotic experience .... he spoke to me in broken tamil and kept saying that he loved pali hill and cuff parade ... that he once visited in mumbai... and then a lil bit of dharavi, sion and matunga ..... i left with my brain numb....i felt sorry....but i didnt know, who that sorry feeling was for.....


coming back to the time when the baBa got cheated....

so i am waiting for my bus to coimbatore ( the only heaven in Tamil Nadu ... perosonal POV again all those who disgree can go fuck themselves and not worry about STDS :| )

so to kill 3 long hours i go to chennai international hotel its next to the OMNI bus stand in koyembedu lol international to fool all those idiots who still think that made in india is no good.... whatever...

so i have no human company...apart from the bar tender but in the end i refuse to call him a human...and the tata sky connection playing channel V ...and iris was on get gorgious 5
for all those who might think who the hell is...she... she was our Junior in school and her grand paa used to teach us football .... bad way to keeel time....

at the end of the show he said... i had 6 small pegs of OLD monk gold reserve ....and i was like...dude...either i have become a bewdaa... or u are lyeing ... i must have had not more then 4 :)

PS : old monk is awesome...

i was not in the mood to irritate him coz i feared i wud miss my bus to coimbatore and what if they decide to molest me.... i mean.. i had had a nice bath with moti sandle soap and garnier frutis shampoo in the morning... so ...i dreaded of gettting touched ( bull crap )

and the sad part is i had already swiped my card first and then later saw my bill :(


end of the day.... i was a big CHUTIYA ....pehle paisa diya....fir bill check kiya ....



so at the end if u have managed to read this blog so far ... congrats :)

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PS : tasmac must go... hope karunanidhi and jayalalitha get marreid have kids, send their kids to a hindi medium school and get settled in patna :)


moral of the story : please check the bill before swiping the card specially in a Bar .

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raKH05041982