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

under the color tv . . . . . .chemical locha explained...

12the september 10am...waiting for the crocodile to decide my future...not wanting o think too much...i scribbled the thought in my head...

all i did was sit under the color tv on the first floor, wait for hours ...for her to come online...if she came online..the heart used to skip a beat..it was becoming more of a exercise for my heart...and then jump with her in the world of insane fun, chat, innocent flirting and what ever it was ...i was a balloon filled with vapors of happiness geld with laughter.... and if she didn't come online...i used to imagine that if she came online...today....blah blah blah... its clear...my brain was super scrwed...chemical locha...and if she came online and couldnt chat...i was like a balloon filled with fart...heart broken...sunti knows exactly what i used to go through...

then one day in a mail...i get a picture of her and i start getting high...high on her beauty...instant love at not really first sight....and blah blah blah...baBa crashes...

few things were matching matching...like a sari with a 2 by 2 ka cutpiece blouse ..sometimes no matching matching...andhra ka hero ka dressing style ke tarah...here i am talking about tastes interests thoughts....etc...

PBS (pearls before swine) was perfect matching matching...she loves it so much that she will order for books of PBS online and happily pay in $s...i love it so much that i will scan the whole fucking web to get free soft copies...few more matching matching things were rain-dance, world peace, nailbiting performances sunshine etc...the non matching things can go and fuck themselves...not worth mentioning here....

never met her, never had a word with her, just chats and exchange of sms's ...and fal in love might sound like a big chutiyagiri...and now sometimes i do agree it as a chutiyagiri ...but what else is not a chutiyagiri in this world....sometimes...most of the times...sometimes all the time...this life is a BIG chutiyagiri...I mean we cant have everything, at times we dont even get 50% of the things we dream of...coz we are always tought to dream big...dream of the impossible...fuck those...who really tell us to do that....unrealistic reality... and then few things that we want in life, come in our life and before we are able to blink, they are frigging out of the life...turn our...i get a chance to meet her in her hometown ...madgrasss.....(madgrass = chennai)...i meet her...and i force my self to blink...but before i can blink...all i know was....i am saying...dude...i dont know what the fuck is happening....sunti is like...baBa... get a life...


everything comes to a standstill...the balloon is pinpricked...hona kya hai...typical hindi fillum scene shot....she get engaged...and tamasha dekhta reh gaya...baBa...kabhi kabhi you miss the starting gun in a race that u dont want to win....and consequences dont let you participate the races you want to win...thoda bahoot jyaada late ho gaya...but what the hell...khud ko tasalli dene ke liye...they say naa...try kiya naa...jee kholke try kiya....thoda bahoot safalata bhi praapt kiya...

the problem was her jaadu had spread to such a high degree that she started becoming the ideal girl friend to have....but then like some wise man called baBa once said.... whats ideal in this world apart from DEATH...?

friends went to movies..i chose to sit under the tv, bewda dost log went to daru-party...i was sitting under the tv...team-mates busy making presentations to impress lifeless teachers...i was sitting under the tv...on the day of the eggjams, everybody slogging their ass to reduce the fat and get in shape....i am found under the tv.. at times till 11 pm... pataOfying the watchman... to let me sit under the tv...so that i can be online...i can chat...i can feel like a happy balloon.... there was life under the tv....there was joy...there was timepass, there was fun, there was me...sitting all most all the time when i am not doing anything ....under the tv on the first floor was what i love calling "stairway to heaven"...but i couldnt hear...the wind blow, and did i know my stairway to heaven was on the whispering wind....

to accompany me when she was not around online was naruto, bleach, weeds, pink floyd, gtalk, and my fuckin awesome laptop ......


PS :the crocodile kinda surprised me....said...mumbai se jyaada pyaar tujhse aur koi nahi kar sakta...he transferred me to mumbai....

raKH05041982