good sons life

sometimes it makes more sense not to look for answers.. just have a chilled beer.. eat chicken biryani and commit yourself that from tomorrow you will be a good son...

most of ll my sins will die with me.. but the best part is i can selectively chose to forget the things i don't want to remember... so its #perfect

sometimes its amazing to fall in love with songs...
COLDPLAY-PARADISE (this song helps me remember her.. and miss me)


raKH05041982

kya kare.. majboor hai ...

There are times when you want to do more… so you strive for it!!

and then there are times when you want to do more and you crib about it!!

 and then there are times when you want to do more and you do nothing about it!!

Days come and days go… and then one day we realized.. you like to live your life during nights and not days… this happened to me not long back.. but the trauma caused more trouble than I could imagine..

So I lived my life the way I wanted… and do things you own way… in the process i ended up upsetting a few individuals and the biggest damage take was by myself…

People get pissed off because they have a lot of expectations out of you… rather they think that you are nothing but a puppet who should be in their life to entertain them …

this phenomenon gets much more applicable in marriages… you have seen a lot of movies and now you are confident that you are the hero.. and the wife is the heroine…  you expect a lot from each other but when the left hand side does not match the right hand side (LHS not equal to RHS)… you start thinking … bhenchod!! .. kya dimmage chat gayi zindagy…

but then if you get a free cookie at night… you are back to square one… pop a beer and celebrate the festival…

many a times you think since the packaging is brilliant.. the toy inside will be fun to play with.. . you like the packaging… for example a G.I. Joe.. and you put that in the hands of your offspring… little to realize whether  he really like the toy or not… if he really wants to play with it or not… but since you expect him to play with it you force him… and since the young one is always been brought up that way… he starts playing with the toy.. there is no issue.. the child really don’t have the brain to comprehend the loss and parents are happy… they feel victorious… in a way its like… all is well that ends well..

sometimes this ends up being true even for your life partner… and life to follow..

shadi kyun kiya??

Baap ne bola isliye..

Ladki??

Woh to thee naa.. chacha ne dhundi thee..

Chacha ne?? :o

Haan unki her decision papa ke liye phaydemand rahi hai..

Aur aapke liye..

Kya?? mere kiye kya??

Khair chodiye..  bachhey kyun kiye.. ??

pata nahi.. bus ho gaye.. kisi ne bataya nahi tha.. bacchey bhi ho sakte hai…

abhi kya??

pata nahi.. lekin ek baat hai.. mein mere bachhey ko engineer banaunga..

wah wah.. aap engineer .. aapka beta engineer..

haan mere papa bhi engineer hai :D

admission ka kya??

IIT hai naa… who IIT jayega.

Lekin iit to bada tough hai...

Koi baat nahi.. jab who 18 baras ja ho jayega.. tab tak govt kam se kam do sou IIT bana chuki hogi..

 waise aapka bete ko engineering pasand hai..??

nahi nahi… abhi to woh paanch saal ka hai..

aur aapne use engineer banana ka decision final kar diya??

Who kya hai.. ki misses bhi wahi chahti hai..

Oh really??

Usmein kya hai.. simple hai.. 10^th aur 12^th mein use acchey number lane hai.. fir ek chhotisy entrance exam. .. then 4 saal mein engineering…

Jitna aap bata rahe hai.. kya who utna aasan hai??

Bilkul..hamne bhi waise hi kiya tha.. 

Fir to aapki shadi bhi aise hi gayi hogi..

Haan haan bilkul..

Aur bacchey..?? (surprised)

Who bhi aise hi… bole to… raat ko mehnat jo karte the…lekin kisi ne bataya nahi bachhey bhi honge.. L

Things go on like this in many corners... and many a times they just happen… sometimes few strive for it.. . others don’t… sometimes they crib about it… others don’t… sometimes few do nothing about it… while others BLOG!!

Proud to blog!! (though actually no one actually reads it..)

raKH05041982

aapko beer peeni hai.. ladki ke 7 wapis aaO...

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 classic rock lovers are meeting after a long time...and want to do gala garam ....bole to...want to have a drink....

we decide since the vatawaran (ambiance) will be more suitable in cafe Morrison.... lets go to cafe Morrison...

pine ke 7 acchha gana bhi ho jayega....

so we head from pragati maidan to south extn ....and then since both we chuts dont know the address...we as poor street vendors the address for cafe Morrison... lol...now surely they wont know the address...so we ask them...do u know where b 12 is... b 12 is the plot number i gues...which is not the right address...so we look around ...beat around the bush for 30 mins...and then come back to the same spot we started.... actually tired...thirsty...

finally we spot "the spot"... i.e. cafe morrison in front of the tapriwala (smoke seller)"...and run towards it...as if it is a oasis in the middle of a dessert ...

the bastard bouncers refuse to let us in...

simple...we are not accompanied by 2 women :O

saar...only couple entry....hai... aap dono londe ander jaana mana hai...and we are like....maa chudi...

for a beer...and whisky in my case.... we even said...under section 377 ...even two guys can be a couple...we beg ..please let us in....they refuse....bhadwas in the end were just following orders...so not their fault...

we ask...aaj friday hai ..isliye kya?...they say... "no saaar"...

friday saturday sunday and wednesday...only couple entry... aapko beer peeni hai.. ladki ke 7 wapis aaO...

lag gaye naa bhosade...i told satya....satya has nothing to say...but to curse me...;)

in the end we go to CP...and finally have a drink...

we started heading towards cafe morrison at 6 40....and managed to grab a drink only at 9 15 and that too not at cafe morrison....

sab maaf .... in the end :)

this is the worst thing that has happend to modern India...to drink a beer in a decent place ...u need a female partner....
and in a city like delhi... to find a decent place to chill out.. can be so painful...


raKH05041982

ping-pong balls of mumbai

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 the time moves slowly when you are on your way to the party...and the time moves fast during the party...and then while you are on the way back ....if u are high....wasted...time flies....i think about that a lot...the more i think...it hurts...it makes me realize ...nothing!!

coming back to the post...what ever this post is suppose to mean to u....i dont care a ...FUCK...

after a normal days hard work at work...completely mind fucked...i call dipti...i tell her...lets head to leo's or gokul... she says....i ll come...u meet miya at fort...i meet miya...dips is still in office ..i finish having my beer...miya has rum with coke....the chicken crispy....dips is still in office...i am sure she was not impressing her bosses....trying to create a good image ...but she had to stay and get the work done...so she let us have some good time to bond.....while she worked...that was the first time i was having a drink with miya...

2 bottles of kingfisher...i am happy high...i am really happy... despite friday night...i need to get the hell out of there and rush home to get peaceful sleep so that the brain can survive...yet another days torture....

at VT station platform no: 2 this guy sells chana dal....not saadha chana dal...he sellls masala chana dal... maa chudi...what amazing chana-dal mixture he makes....with those special chatuney of some awesome stuff....full kanda maarke...masala chana daal ....fuck-t rupiye paach la... just for Rs. 5....

as i am enjoying the chana-dal swaad....as the chana-dal starts getting lesser and lesser in the paper plate that it is in ...there is surprise...HOT models posing for a firang bra and chaddies ka brand....slowly slowly as the chana-dal on the place decreases..a part of the picture is visible.... and i am not sure...the taste of the fucking chana-dal all of a sudden increases few folds...embroidered bras....and blah blah blah...models are hot...and i was sure the beer was not active...

i remember ...chana-dal wala telling me a few days back...."saab"....."hamara chana-dal kafi phemos hai"... and i was like.... pata hai, pata hai....

i was in a such a doldrums...spending time in office and feeling dead.... i was too bored...i meet miya...dipti was still working ..and the mood starts getting better as the beer made itself comfortable in my tummy....comfortable beer made me feel comfortable...chana-dal made me feel alive...and the models on the paper spiced it all up.....on my way back to vashi...the local train makes me feel at home...i am happy to be back in mumbai...where i truly feel fucked up and still enjoy every bit of it ...this city is so fucked up...the ppl are so fucked up....just like i am ....but everyday we bounce bac....soheb was happy to enjoy old MONK, and bounce back to life...i bounced back to life with two beers at GOKUL behind THE TAJ and some good time with soheb miya ready to take on life i cant desribe" ....we are the ping-pong balls of mumbai...true mumbai-kars


dips worked that day till midnight....she bounced back by partying next night...

shabbo...nice to hear from you that TASMAC has finally started selling firangi daru in their shops....JD and CR and others are now available .....

PS : i threw the paper after eating the chana-dal in the train...not in the dust-bin :| . .

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