2014.. the year of cat..

a lot has happened and a lot more is happening.. a baBa died a n new baBa was born.. nekochan was the highlight of the year..

almost a year... no updates were posted here..

"a lot lot more old monk was consumed and life melted just like the helpless ice cube in the glass of rum.. "

dreamt of her last night... it was trying to tell me something but dreams are delusive.. i need to learn to live with this fact..

strangers become good friend and drift apart!!

if only i can turn back time and make those mistakes in a much better fashion..

failed to learn Japanese.. failed to lose weight.. failed to control old monk .. failed to save.. failed to live as per the expectations of the world.. failed to let down people who actually deserve to be let down.. but failing to learn japanese hurts the most.. i mean it wud really change me as a person.. on similar lines knowing a lil bit tamil has changed me ..

but wont say learned a lot new ways to fail in new things.. coz frankly didnt do anything new..

andaman was beautiful... 15 days of peace..

brother's marriage was nice.. happy for him that he has a rope to hang on.. 

moms found a nice way to keep herself occupied and live her dream.. 

next year it shall be different.. i wish it will be... i ll pray for it to be different and definitely more interesting ..




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

dreams....

i had a yet another fucked 2 crazy dreams...i guess i dont remember 100% of the dream but they were something like this....

the first was about a worm that i found was living in my left ear.. he had a castle made out of wax and had a lot of food supplies which included dry fruits...he thought that i harbored him as a pet.. i think he was invading my private property... bloody invader kahin kaa!!

and the other was the 1 in which my jaw fell apart (no blood - blood would have killed my dream) and i am holding it back my hand trying to convince some women.. i am not wrong..it was not my fault... but still i am sorry... (since then i am a cynic...)

but somehow life is still beautiful..
:p

i guess i need to start meditating..exercise... drive all the evil away and control alcohol ..(but somehow oldMONK will be spared)

agar zindagy mein naa dikhawa hota...
aur mout ek khwaab hota.. 
to afsos dharti per hi narak hota
chahe charo aur khuda kyun naa hota..

raKH05041982