one question that always tricks me is.. where does motivation hide is us?....
few ppl get motivation from motivational quotes ...why is it so hard to beleive ??
chhota ess is all mad....chhota ess tried to make ends meet...as long as ends met...bada es was happy... bada es is mean... es had a tough life...ess had a relatively easy life... yum always must have been a filthy bych... and when the three of them met...the stars must have had a diarrhea... they stopped shinign all of a sudden...
the thing is... if u want to lick ass....let it be a completely insane xxx... else... its gonna suck so bad... that it will be like a case where at a gun point u are suppose to chew a gum for 24 hours... without a break.
haanji haanji...aapki sabse jyaada lal sir jee...aap kare to chamarkaar ...hum kare to balatkaar...dusra koi aur karen to touba touba... :-| ....this does not work... absolutely not... coz there is no mouth in this world who can suck/chew for a life time... there is a simple reason... we all have ego....
yum is a beeeg fan of dadhi.. dadhi gives advice that ppl already learned in their 1st grade, but have forgotten over the years ..i am sure dadhi is as evil as anyother human being in this world...
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ego...we alsywas feel that we shud not have ego...but ...ego helps...it helps a lot... if there was not ego..suckors would be true suxXors.....
ess has a heart... es has no heart... yum has a heart but has absolutely no idea about it. the other charateres are just mere spectators ... they nag, they crib, ...they even curse.. but it take three to tango..thigs will not change...even if they change ... the change is ineffective....
s has made a truce with life... but he is happy... everybody has to to work...spend time...do thier time...there is no shortcut when there is no path. es has also made truce with life ... but his truce with life involves others getting bum-fucked...he says u have to be a soldier ...bagpack ...and fuck off at the blow of the whistel...
G thinks that he is smart...but it takes "'s' 'm' 'a' 'r' 't'" to be 1... G is now cought in the web of a spider whoes venom will get him really very very high... so high that he will one day fall and he will fall flat...no one wants to work 16 hours a day only to find out that his national holidays are washed away in thier own sweat....
r will stop living in a dream...r will start having faith...and r will renew his hope ...at the wishing well.
r now depends on the golden yellow magic potion to survive which will slowly consume him....
r will live to tell a tell...
raKH05041982
the future is uncertain and the end is always near...
ull never know ... when d last drink will get over.. nor when d last stick will extinguish ... (enjoy it before it does ).. dont miss the starting gun ( a fav line from pink floyds - "TIME" from the dark side of the moon)
Monday, March 1, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
looking inside out...
2009 was disastrous... 2010 should be interesting....
less alcohol less haze.....taking a lot of inspiration from Copenhagen...
best of 2009 - making a strong resolution ..reducing alcohol.. reducing haze..
worst of 2009 - missed porcupine tree....
\m/
raKH05041982
less alcohol less haze.....taking a lot of inspiration from Copenhagen...
best of 2009 - making a strong resolution ..reducing alcohol.. reducing haze..
worst of 2009 - missed porcupine tree....
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raKH05041982
Friday, August 7, 2009
tanks and fighter jets and a love story of a submarine
as yet another cake gets baked out of the Owen first and then the digestive system of humans... 5 30 hours ahead a mind digs the past for some well preserved memories.....its a day to celebrate and scream and shout...for a limited few
those days were so very nice...a hippie was so very lost... yet he didn't bother ...there was no need...
he knew that at the end of the tunnel...he is gonna be greeted with a small pit-stop and yet another tunnel of confusion will begin...somewhere on his journey he would meet many souls who will be faking seeking salvation...and trying to escape reality....
in my heart - moby
Lord I want
To be up
In my heart
Be
Ohh
Just in my heart, oh Lord
Just in my heart, oh Lord
as the clock ticked...pages were flipped... hippie... on one flat Tyre...continued to seek the most comfortable numb position with a maximum angle....to drool...over her..
if you know that the 180 mins after the next 60 odd mins are going to be the one where the mind can be gang raped...you might well enjoy the first 60 mins....(its as simple as you want it to be) . . and there is no god who would be actually coming down on earth to prove his existence by risking his own life...
the sexy frame of reference that helped him cut fruitless hours was to eclipse...the shortcut was fixed...there was just one hurdle... i knew i would pray through those tunnels of confusion...that the hurdle should pull back the sexy frame of reference ..and superimpose it on staying abck in the country...she could be the binding glue ....and help me drive me out of the tunnels....
and then there was nowhere to go...but the exam hall . ..and nothing to do... but Stare !! she was melting my heart !!
after 15 mins ..the melting stopped...the re-resurrection of the soul began...
after 180 mins...there was a lot of noise...i tried ..but i dint try enough...i didt try hard...it was where we parted...
most of the faces i was not too see again..because i know...no matter how educated we were to become..social networking was not to bite every1 ...there was no networking in the first place....
from there the bunch of tanks and fighter jets were to refuel...so we rush...and that was it.... the green dress was too remain in the heart and the memories were the only thorns to be protecting it.....
(wadhwani, amar, 10, burhan, jain, submarine, wine, v-pull, neeraj, deshgande)
8 is the number that didnt surprise me..when the result was out... it was a boon...it gave me hope...dildaar must be the one who deposited 8 in my favor coated with hope and better luck next time...
outside wadhwani and a dead body waited....the black vehicle took the deadbody away for postmortem... while the rest were lost in the wilderness of the EI...
i still have not heard from wadhwani ....he is still alive...and not in jail...(hope so)
over the next few months...windows messenger was the gateway ....i keep sending signals "i am so very lost into you..help me forget the pain...and derive energetic inspiration out of virtually nonexistence".... 59 is not a bad result out of it.....both in digital signal processing and EI . . what a relief ...
as the years passed...the submarine rose...and the sexy frame got sexier (beautiful too) and unexceptionally smarter... and now life continues...she continues to be a unconventional source of inspiration.... all she needs to do is not ignore .....be a friend....
life was taking a drastic turn and the submarine was sinking...and all it needed was a anchor...and a radar that worked... and a wake up call for the Captain who was in tunnels....seeking salvation....
happy birthday to dear J....you were and will be a life saver :)
if was too dedicated a song.....it would be... (pearl jams black would be too emotional and romantic :P)
Light years - pearl jam
I've used hammers made of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I have deciphered tricks at the bar
But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why
I've come with riddles, and jokes about war
I figured out numbers and what they're for
I've understood feelin's and I've understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected, now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
With every breath, awakened regrets
Back pages and days that only could've been spent
Together, but we were, miles apart
Every inch between us becomes light years now
No time to be void, or save up on life
Oh, you gotta spend it all
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, you seem to like it here
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
"peace"
raKH05041982
those days were so very nice...a hippie was so very lost... yet he didn't bother ...there was no need...
he knew that at the end of the tunnel...he is gonna be greeted with a small pit-stop and yet another tunnel of confusion will begin...somewhere on his journey he would meet many souls who will be faking seeking salvation...and trying to escape reality....
in my heart - moby
Lord I want
To be up
In my heart
Be
Ohh
Just in my heart, oh Lord
Just in my heart, oh Lord
as the clock ticked...pages were flipped... hippie... on one flat Tyre...continued to seek the most comfortable numb position with a maximum angle....to drool...over her..
if you know that the 180 mins after the next 60 odd mins are going to be the one where the mind can be gang raped...you might well enjoy the first 60 mins....(its as simple as you want it to be) . . and there is no god who would be actually coming down on earth to prove his existence by risking his own life...
the sexy frame of reference that helped him cut fruitless hours was to eclipse...the shortcut was fixed...there was just one hurdle... i knew i would pray through those tunnels of confusion...that the hurdle should pull back the sexy frame of reference ..and superimpose it on staying abck in the country...she could be the binding glue ....and help me drive me out of the tunnels....
and then there was nowhere to go...but the exam hall . ..and nothing to do... but Stare !! she was melting my heart !!
after 15 mins ..the melting stopped...the re-resurrection of the soul began...
after 180 mins...there was a lot of noise...i tried ..but i dint try enough...i didt try hard...it was where we parted...
most of the faces i was not too see again..because i know...no matter how educated we were to become..social networking was not to bite every1 ...there was no networking in the first place....
from there the bunch of tanks and fighter jets were to refuel...so we rush...and that was it.... the green dress was too remain in the heart and the memories were the only thorns to be protecting it.....
(wadhwani, amar, 10, burhan, jain, submarine, wine, v-pull, neeraj, deshgande)
8 is the number that didnt surprise me..when the result was out... it was a boon...it gave me hope...dildaar must be the one who deposited 8 in my favor coated with hope and better luck next time...
outside wadhwani and a dead body waited....the black vehicle took the deadbody away for postmortem... while the rest were lost in the wilderness of the EI...
i still have not heard from wadhwani ....he is still alive...and not in jail...(hope so)
over the next few months...windows messenger was the gateway ....i keep sending signals "i am so very lost into you..help me forget the pain...and derive energetic inspiration out of virtually nonexistence".... 59 is not a bad result out of it.....both in digital signal processing and EI . . what a relief ...
as the years passed...the submarine rose...and the sexy frame got sexier (beautiful too) and unexceptionally smarter... and now life continues...she continues to be a unconventional source of inspiration.... all she needs to do is not ignore .....be a friend....
life was taking a drastic turn and the submarine was sinking...and all it needed was a anchor...and a radar that worked... and a wake up call for the Captain who was in tunnels....seeking salvation....
happy birthday to dear J....you were and will be a life saver :)
if was too dedicated a song.....it would be... (pearl jams black would be too emotional and romantic :P)
Light years - pearl jam
I've used hammers made of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I have deciphered tricks at the bar
But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why
I've come with riddles, and jokes about war
I figured out numbers and what they're for
I've understood feelin's and I've understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected, now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
With every breath, awakened regrets
Back pages and days that only could've been spent
Together, but we were, miles apart
Every inch between us becomes light years now
No time to be void, or save up on life
Oh, you gotta spend it all
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, you seem to like it here
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars
And where ever you've gone, and where ever we might go
It don't seem fair, today just disappeared
Your light's reflected now
Reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
"peace"
raKH05041982
Sunday, July 19, 2009
TIME
its getting tougher and tougher by the day... its getting tougher to choose the songs that i want to listen to...
a lot of things are getting pretty nasty and time consuming...
its a matter of time ... who will crack under the pressure....
and i know its not gonna be time...
it will have to be life...
no 1 can kill time
god tried it 1's
failed miserably...
raKH05041982
a lot of things are getting pretty nasty and time consuming...
its a matter of time ... who will crack under the pressure....
and i know its not gonna be time...
it will have to be life...
no 1 can kill time
god tried it 1's
failed miserably...
raKH05041982
Monday, June 8, 2009
lafdaa
aaj bahoot gand masti kiya... bolg ka template badalate badalate...khoodki gand maar diiiii :P
raKH05041982
raKH05041982
Sunday, June 7, 2009
"Us and Them" 7:34
Waters
Wright
Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.
I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
raKH05041982
Waters
Wright
Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.
I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?
Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
raKH05041982
simple complications...
20090607
few things i think that are making life more complicated than ever before..
perfumes, coredraw, McDonald's, dams, too many political parties, carbon,deodorants, photoshop, interenet, nailpolish, cricket, blogs, credit cards, facebook, mobile phones, too many options for soaps, news papers, TV channels, messengers,
the list can be long...and varies all the time...
few of you might want to agree after seeing that Dove TVC :P
there are so many things to do...in life...so many things.... so little time...
but why do we end up doing the same things all the time..i have never figured it out..
every time i try to figure out this problem...i am actually wasting time..sometimes it is a lot of time... i should have been doing something new ..something that i have never done b4.. never thought i could do.. i should be doing something new as of now...but i am blogging... even music is not playing in the background....
i like this picture... below :)
raKH05041982
few things i think that are making life more complicated than ever before..
perfumes, coredraw, McDonald's, dams, too many political parties, carbon,deodorants, photoshop, interenet, nailpolish, cricket, blogs, credit cards, facebook, mobile phones, too many options for soaps, news papers, TV channels, messengers,
the list can be long...and varies all the time...
few of you might want to agree after seeing that Dove TVC :P
there are so many things to do...in life...so many things.... so little time...
but why do we end up doing the same things all the time..i have never figured it out..
every time i try to figure out this problem...i am actually wasting time..sometimes it is a lot of time... i should have been doing something new ..something that i have never done b4.. never thought i could do.. i should be doing something new as of now...but i am blogging... even music is not playing in the background....
i like this picture... below :)
raKH05041982
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
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
we ran...
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
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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
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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
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
bhenchod
benchode.. the magical word.. the word that comes first to the mind.. When things go wrong.. When life gets fucked.. benchode.. Life was a mean bych today.. raKH05041982
Thursday, November 13, 2008
keep on rocking in the free world...
gone are the days when IM and PM were associated with messengers and internet..
then it was IM - instant messenger & PM - personal message...
now it is IM - indian mujahideen & PM - pakistani mujahideen
dont understand why the hindu radicals are doing what they have started....it might become a cult some day.... after all the gr8 HINDU gowd once eradicated a terrorist who stole his wife for her beauty....
:(
Neil Young once wrote a very beautiful song...its got meaning too ....
I see a girl in the night
with a baby in her hands
Under an old street light
near a garbage can
Now she put her kid away, she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she's done with it
That's one more kid, that'll never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool
Keep on rocking in the free world
keep on rocking in the free world
keep on rocking in the free world
keep on rocking in the free world
yeah thats what we are suppose to do....
no matter who fucks whom and who fucks the other fucker in return, whether its for oil or strategic alliance for military...getting the nuclear deal signed or finding a cure for cancer....or leaving your next generation a chance to taste a burger thats so famous in uncle sam's world...or what ever it may be....
yeah ...u got it right... we are suppose to ..sing and follow
keep on rocking in the free world
PS : remember the ice is melting and its all gonna wash our sins....
raKH05041982
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
phasechange
life has changed drastically over a very short period of TIME... over the past few weeks....
raKH05041982
raKH05041982
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
perplexed thoughts of a bewildered mind of a disoriented boy.
fuck...life is a bych....and i seriously need to play a pimp... i need to learn to hustle... i need to be bad... i need to learn to be mean... i need to be a ...what a typical niggah would say...in snoop dogg style... a muthafukn hustler...
bloody hell...slept like a pig... the whole fucking night...yesterday night...slpt the fuckin full morning... why....coz i was tired... the fever and the food poisoning had fucked up the chemical combination and hormones were all running loose in random directions....
dint speak to more than 3 ppl in the whole day... the chaiwala... the medical shopkeeper who gave me that awesome cough syrup....god..that really helps me sleep like a pig.... i am a fan....and the third one is me... yeah i was talking to me in the mirror... somehow i feel that me in the mirror is always smarter than me...
and at 6 30 chhota boss calls me up..says call bada boss... bada boss is always in straight forward mood... he said... come and meet me.... and from there go to mumbai... ...fuck.. i mean..i was dying to get back to mumbai....i was so frigging desperate to go back to mumbai... and i was not really expecting such a fast procedure to gop back...but neverthless...i am tired of living in chennai... a part of me is still in chennai... and then a part of me is going to in coimbatore... i am tired of eating funny food.... though its healthy.... i mean...i can go on ...on... on... but i need to stop, this time. its not really a bad place to live in. once u go with the flow...i am sure anyone will enjoy.. this place...
its like that white skinned 86 year young firang dadi-maa i met in sulochana spinning mills on the metttupalayam road... bhadwee is staying in kothagiri for the last 30 years...running a descent international school ...speaking fluent tamil...enjoying her last few years of insane life... enjoying her coffee and idlee dosa...spoke to her and asked her.... how did she like this place... she said...i just liked it... those bloody lovely hippies...surely knew where to find peace....( kothagiri is in the nilgiri's)
so i guess i shall find myself in mumbai in few more days...just need to sort a few things.......gosh... bombay was so much better...it shounded more hip and less ghati :P
will watch saroja today....night show... hope the movie is a good one...and it wud be mooolah well spent. have to take care of few things. will love all.
peace comes in small pieces at times.
raKH05041982
bloody hell...slept like a pig... the whole fucking night...yesterday night...slpt the fuckin full morning... why....coz i was tired... the fever and the food poisoning had fucked up the chemical combination and hormones were all running loose in random directions....
dint speak to more than 3 ppl in the whole day... the chaiwala... the medical shopkeeper who gave me that awesome cough syrup....god..that really helps me sleep like a pig.... i am a fan....and the third one is me... yeah i was talking to me in the mirror... somehow i feel that me in the mirror is always smarter than me...
and at 6 30 chhota boss calls me up..says call bada boss... bada boss is always in straight forward mood... he said... come and meet me.... and from there go to mumbai... ...fuck.. i mean..i was dying to get back to mumbai....i was so frigging desperate to go back to mumbai... and i was not really expecting such a fast procedure to gop back...but neverthless...i am tired of living in chennai... a part of me is still in chennai... and then a part of me is going to in coimbatore... i am tired of eating funny food.... though its healthy.... i mean...i can go on ...on... on... but i need to stop, this time. its not really a bad place to live in. once u go with the flow...i am sure anyone will enjoy.. this place...
its like that white skinned 86 year young firang dadi-maa i met in sulochana spinning mills on the metttupalayam road... bhadwee is staying in kothagiri for the last 30 years...running a descent international school ...speaking fluent tamil...enjoying her last few years of insane life... enjoying her coffee and idlee dosa...spoke to her and asked her.... how did she like this place... she said...i just liked it... those bloody lovely hippies...surely knew where to find peace....( kothagiri is in the nilgiri's)
so i guess i shall find myself in mumbai in few more days...just need to sort a few things.......gosh... bombay was so much better...it shounded more hip and less ghati :P
will watch saroja today....night show... hope the movie is a good one...and it wud be mooolah well spent. have to take care of few things. will love all.
peace comes in small pieces at times.
raKH05041982
Monday, September 8, 2008
1)
shit happens.... shit has to happen... else we all will die out of constipation.
shit happens.... for good.... for the best... and shit repeats... shit has to happen again and again...
2)
s.h.i.t is also the best technique engineers love... follow... live by. these days a lot of non-engineers are also practicing technique. s.h.i.t is some how in time. its far more effective than J.I.T. a.k.a...Just in Time. there is more thrill and more excitement in the s.h.i.t technique.
3)
people like to blame each other. so do i. i blame others every time i fart people in public. so the next time i blame you.... just let go ...coz its gonna go with the wind...
4)
everyday i am not understanding what ...where ...why is my life drifting... dont know where to stop thinking....when to let go.....what to leave behind... what to carry along.... there is a battle going in the head ....the mind is at war...
5)
in the last 24 hours i have slpet for more than 15 hours... i have had some medicine ..some cough syrup... and measured my temp on the frigging thermometer a few times.
6)
i have found myself many a times in weird situations where i am forced to think ...forced to take decisions... forced to make mistakes...
7)
lot of shit has happened in the last few months... and i am happy to survive. i also have had the best experience in my life.... i have made some nice friends. many of them i might not see again in my life....
8)
i am so god damn bored today that i am not in the mood to do what ever..... i guess ill have a early dinner today... dosha and chatney.
9)
its bound to happen...if u watch too much discovery channel, animal kingdom and NGC..its obviously gonna have a side affect on the fragile mind which is already at war
0)
few things need to change ...its high time... i need to change.
raKH05041982
shit happens.... shit has to happen... else we all will die out of constipation.
shit happens.... for good.... for the best... and shit repeats... shit has to happen again and again...
2)
s.h.i.t is also the best technique engineers love... follow... live by. these days a lot of non-engineers are also practicing technique. s.h.i.t is some how in time. its far more effective than J.I.T. a.k.a...Just in Time. there is more thrill and more excitement in the s.h.i.t technique.
3)
people like to blame each other. so do i. i blame others every time i fart people in public. so the next time i blame you.... just let go ...coz its gonna go with the wind...
4)
everyday i am not understanding what ...where ...why is my life drifting... dont know where to stop thinking....when to let go.....what to leave behind... what to carry along.... there is a battle going in the head ....the mind is at war...
5)
in the last 24 hours i have slpet for more than 15 hours... i have had some medicine ..some cough syrup... and measured my temp on the frigging thermometer a few times.
6)
i have found myself many a times in weird situations where i am forced to think ...forced to take decisions... forced to make mistakes...
7)
lot of shit has happened in the last few months... and i am happy to survive. i also have had the best experience in my life.... i have made some nice friends. many of them i might not see again in my life....
8)
i am so god damn bored today that i am not in the mood to do what ever..... i guess ill have a early dinner today... dosha and chatney.
9)
its bound to happen...if u watch too much discovery channel, animal kingdom and NGC..its obviously gonna have a side affect on the fragile mind which is already at war
0)
few things need to change ...its high time... i need to change.
raKH05041982
Sunday, August 24, 2008
dance like a butterflY...sting like a bee
the other day i was watching TV.... yeah...i was actually watching the TV....this continued for quite some time in my life....
one day i took the TV remote and put it ON....i put the TV ON.... and now i was actauly watching TV..motion pictures.... loads of channels....loads and loads of them...cudnt decide which one to watch....one brain ...2 eyes...2 ears with a lil wax in them....and more than 150 channels and too many confusing buttons on the fucking remote control....
( jlt...remember the time when doordarshan used to start with that awesome music....and that fundoo animation... just love it.....but i wonder...why they stopped playin it now..... )
the day when i came to chennai for the 2nd time in my life.... ...early night....went out...got some dinner for myself...came back to the hotel room....and put ON the TV to watch something..... but to surprise... found no HINDI channels except DD and a crappy movie channel...which even hindi speaking animals will refuse to watch...there were a few engleess channels too....but most of the channels were andoo gandoo pandoo... bole to southy bhasha wala channel.... now watching these channels is a cult of its own....they are special....all special....and u dont need man ki aankhey to see what i mean.....
u gotta watch them to believe them...i remember correctly...SUN TV was very famous during engineering time....they used to be really in demand at nights.. scene shot TV is what i used to like calling it.. why scene shot TV ? ....obiviously becouse the special scenes those were aired with south indian siren bombs which i later refer as hari bhari item in this blog ...and so were some these awesome mallu channels which were fighting with the tamil channels with respect to TRP ratings... now dont ask me whats TRP ...use google...
coming back to ....
the other day i was watchin a TV.....it was ON.....in some chai wala shop.....which are called bakery here....in coimbatore ... i see this amazing dance.....most of us might think this is some extinct tribal dance performed in rememebering the lost .... but it was not.... it was the dance of KOLLYWOOD....
for those who dont know thaa fuck is KOLLYWOOD....its HOLLYWOOD and BOLLYWOOD of the south.....and trust me....guys....they are way ahead of us.....much better....in what ever they do...but they overdoo most of the things always.....i guess this art they have learned from the gr8 ranjnikanth...man this guy is so amazing that despite being my grand fathers age.....he is dancing there with beautiful women which i later call hari bhari item in this post ..... bling .... and what a beautiful potti ( daughter ) he has..... dil-khush koolfi..... dil-khush falooda ....
so coming back ....i was sipping this awesome aatam tea...aatam tea is the normal tea they serve here...withough the doodh ka jhaag.... withouth froth of the milk....and i see this hari bhari item dancing....it was the same tribal dance.....the same tribal dance....ok....most of the tribal dances look the same....but god damn it...if there is a hari bhari item doing a dance or a tribal dance..or a cabre...or a salsaaa......which guy is actually seeing the dance... we are always focussed on the woman of substance..and her substance ....greater the substance greater is the attention.... so this hari bhari item is dancing....and then the hero pops.... hero....is he the hero??....and i am like....hari bhari item ka hero gadhey ko khilane layak sookhe ghass ki tarah kyun hai....
so the dance continues...and the woman of substance is in full swing...seeking attention of every normal guy....attention is often distracted by the hero... cant he just let the hari bhari dance...and join the rest of the men who are swinging as the hari bhari swings.....no...but the director has something on his mind...so the sookha ghass hero will dance..... hari bhari item is very important for the success of the movie.......
on the other hand...during the end of the movie....when the hari bhari is too tired to dance ....actually it wont make sense....to keep her dancing though out the movie .....the sookha ghass actually shows what he is capable of....he is so kool with his free style kick ass fight moves.... he can stop the whole army of several james bonds, if he had too. Most of the time....sookha ghass is fighting to save the hari bhari....or to save mommy.....egg-jhaatly like they show in bollywood....
sookha ghass is actaully a chuppa rustum....he only clicks during the last fight.... when it matters the most...unlike virender sehwag ...who clicks when it is of no importance....do u ever think about what happend to .. maa ka phone ....kar lo duniya mutthi mein.... sehwag... maa ka phone.. last ball pe chhakadi.....that advertising gimmick.....sala sab ke sab bhool gaye.....poora paise phokat....so sookha ghass is also important for the success of the movie...
...a thought came to my mind....but i killed it....it was a useless thought......i thought... why not try my hand at Kollywood....he he.... ok...enuf of humor ...no one appreciates humor....specially when it is not humorous...
moral of the story :
( for all those pals of mine... who might become to be rich directors and producers... please dont forget me to make me the hero of ur fillum....i want to sting like a bee .. :P )
so remember to make a hit movie....all we need a hari bhari item ...who dances like a butterfly no matter how bulky she is....and we need a sookha ghass ..no matter how ugly looking he is....should sting like a bee :)
one day i took the TV remote and put it ON....i put the TV ON.... and now i was actauly watching TV..motion pictures.... loads of channels....loads and loads of them...cudnt decide which one to watch....one brain ...2 eyes...2 ears with a lil wax in them....and more than 150 channels and too many confusing buttons on the fucking remote control....
( jlt...remember the time when doordarshan used to start with that awesome music....and that fundoo animation... just love it.....but i wonder...why they stopped playin it now..... )
the day when i came to chennai for the 2nd time in my life.... ...early night....went out...got some dinner for myself...came back to the hotel room....and put ON the TV to watch something..... but to surprise... found no HINDI channels except DD and a crappy movie channel...which even hindi speaking animals will refuse to watch...there were a few engleess channels too....but most of the channels were andoo gandoo pandoo... bole to southy bhasha wala channel.... now watching these channels is a cult of its own....they are special....all special....and u dont need man ki aankhey to see what i mean.....
u gotta watch them to believe them...i remember correctly...SUN TV was very famous during engineering time....they used to be really in demand at nights.. scene shot TV is what i used to like calling it.. why scene shot TV ? ....obiviously becouse the special scenes those were aired with south indian siren bombs which i later refer as hari bhari item in this blog ...and so were some these awesome mallu channels which were fighting with the tamil channels with respect to TRP ratings... now dont ask me whats TRP ...use google...
coming back to ....
the other day i was watchin a TV.....it was ON.....in some chai wala shop.....which are called bakery here....in coimbatore ... i see this amazing dance.....most of us might think this is some extinct tribal dance performed in rememebering the lost .... but it was not.... it was the dance of KOLLYWOOD....
for those who dont know thaa fuck is KOLLYWOOD....its HOLLYWOOD and BOLLYWOOD of the south.....and trust me....guys....they are way ahead of us.....much better....in what ever they do...but they overdoo most of the things always.....i guess this art they have learned from the gr8 ranjnikanth...man this guy is so amazing that despite being my grand fathers age.....he is dancing there with beautiful women which i later call hari bhari item in this post ..... bling .... and what a beautiful potti ( daughter ) he has..... dil-khush koolfi..... dil-khush falooda ....
so coming back ....i was sipping this awesome aatam tea...aatam tea is the normal tea they serve here...withough the doodh ka jhaag.... withouth froth of the milk....and i see this hari bhari item dancing....it was the same tribal dance.....the same tribal dance....ok....most of the tribal dances look the same....but god damn it...if there is a hari bhari item doing a dance or a tribal dance..or a cabre...or a salsaaa......which guy is actually seeing the dance... we are always focussed on the woman of substance..and her substance ....greater the substance greater is the attention.... so this hari bhari item is dancing....and then the hero pops.... hero....is he the hero??....and i am like....hari bhari item ka hero gadhey ko khilane layak sookhe ghass ki tarah kyun hai....
so the dance continues...and the woman of substance is in full swing...seeking attention of every normal guy....attention is often distracted by the hero... cant he just let the hari bhari dance...and join the rest of the men who are swinging as the hari bhari swings.....no...but the director has something on his mind...so the sookha ghass hero will dance..... hari bhari item is very important for the success of the movie.......
on the other hand...during the end of the movie....when the hari bhari is too tired to dance ....actually it wont make sense....to keep her dancing though out the movie .....the sookha ghass actually shows what he is capable of....he is so kool with his free style kick ass fight moves.... he can stop the whole army of several james bonds, if he had too. Most of the time....sookha ghass is fighting to save the hari bhari....or to save mommy.....egg-jhaatly like they show in bollywood....
sookha ghass is actaully a chuppa rustum....he only clicks during the last fight.... when it matters the most...unlike virender sehwag ...who clicks when it is of no importance....do u ever think about what happend to .. maa ka phone ....kar lo duniya mutthi mein.... sehwag... maa ka phone.. last ball pe chhakadi.....that advertising gimmick.....sala sab ke sab bhool gaye.....poora paise phokat....so sookha ghass is also important for the success of the movie...
...a thought came to my mind....but i killed it....it was a useless thought......i thought... why not try my hand at Kollywood....he he.... ok...enuf of humor ...no one appreciates humor....specially when it is not humorous...
moral of the story :
( for all those pals of mine... who might become to be rich directors and producers... please dont forget me to make me the hero of ur fillum....i want to sting like a bee .. :P )
so remember to make a hit movie....all we need a hari bhari item ...who dances like a butterfly no matter how bulky she is....and we need a sookha ghass ..no matter how ugly looking he is....should sting like a bee :)
Friday, August 1, 2008
u n t i t l e d
Breathe, breathe in the air.....
there are a lot of wonderful things happening in this world at any given time...unfortunetely we can not know and experience them.... we can not be at two places at the same time....we can only be human... we cant emulate GOD
there are a few things u want to experience again and again in life...thats when u realize that u are an addict... few of the times its useless and few other times its utter useless...but nevertheless its all bullshit in the end...
pink floyd said it very beautifully...
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and teas you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
so now... there are many a times we make mistakes in our life... we are suppose to make mistakes.. coz thats how we learn... we make mistakes and we learn... we are "supposed" to learn from our mistake....so that we dont repeat them..... but many times what happens is... we repeat the mistakes....
we pay for the mistakes we make...sometimes we love it ...sometimes we hate it...so at times we make a mistake we love tp make ... coz we think we have made the right mistake... coz if we had made the wrong mistake...the consequences would be far more worse than that of the right mistake....but thats now how i think it should be... but in the ned...even i am human...
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
there are a lot of wonderful things happening in this world at any given time...unfortunetely we can not know and experience them.... we can not be at two places at the same time....we can only be human... we cant emulate GOD
there are a few things u want to experience again and again in life...thats when u realize that u are an addict... few of the times its useless and few other times its utter useless...but nevertheless its all bullshit in the end...
pink floyd said it very beautifully...
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and teas you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
so now... there are many a times we make mistakes in our life... we are suppose to make mistakes.. coz thats how we learn... we make mistakes and we learn... we are "supposed" to learn from our mistake....so that we dont repeat them..... but many times what happens is... we repeat the mistakes....
we pay for the mistakes we make...sometimes we love it ...sometimes we hate it...so at times we make a mistake we love tp make ... coz we think we have made the right mistake... coz if we had made the wrong mistake...the consequences would be far more worse than that of the right mistake....but thats now how i think it should be... but in the ned...even i am human...
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
with most of us...no matter how hard we try.... we dont want to make new mistakes....we are happy making the same old mistakes.... we hate to make new mistakes in life.... we dont want to learn new things.... if mistakes teach us.. if mistakes are the stepping stone to success... we shud make more mistakes...newer mistakes.. and lean as much as we can.... we keep making the same old mistake ...coz may be we are afraid of change...change is a must when we are traveling in a public transport ....today i lost 50 paise ....conductor refused to give me change... i failed to tender exact change....
shall complete this tough one laters... too sleepy as of now... please ......
shall complete this tough one laters... too sleepy as of now... please ......
Friday, July 25, 2008
strawbery flavoured condoms
there is a lot of gas.... a lot of gas trapped in the earth...that is what is keeping the earth floating....and that proves that this earth is not sitting on a giant tortoise :k)
they are laying a pipeline to get gas into india from iran trough pakistan and there is a lot of research going on in the krishna godavari sector for gas... the more gas they suck out...there is a going to be issues..
we might sink... the earth is floating ...coz the gas might not be replaced by anything...so there would be a cavity and the crust might crumble....and a lot of countries are actually above the sea level b3couse there is a lot of gas below those countries.... the more gas u extract the more trouble!!
its all too complicated but most of it makes sense....all u have to do is watch southpark and family guy :)
i am in no mood to blog coz today i have a lot of gas in my tummy....
someone gave me a eno ( eno de jhat se aaram) ... (please read jhat as jhat a.k.a quick and not as jhaat a.k.a ...i am not gonna mention what jhaat is :P ) ...and said....have it ass soon ass it is put in the water....but that generated so much gas bubbles that i choked on it....so that gas actually came out of my nose and a lil bit actually creeped to my brain....and that when i realized... that my brain is actually bigger that my heart....
my heart is now a smart muscle... it pumps blood ... so does everybodies heart....and now a days my heart skips a beat every time a butterFLY in my tummy dies of gas poisoning ... i already told u....there is a lot of gas in my tummy.... i am eating a lot of spicy food...mostly chicken and i am looking for a duck....( butterFLYs in tummie happen when heart skips a beat for the wrong reason )
these (ducks and chicken) birds are amazing... they dont fly and u cant curse them... u see GOD must have been a really smart thing... .he created these bird but didnt gave them any wings....actually they do have wings but they are as good as not having any.... i mean instead of useless wings if he had given then gas problem all the time....it would create regular gas in their tummy.... they cud have not needed winds to fly...
unfortunately my weight is too high or earth really sucks....u see Einstein invented this thing called relativity... so when newton was day dreaming about hot women under a tree...the theory of relativity came into play and he saw a apple fall down.... goood ness he must be so outta his mind that he created gravity.... i mean.... what about those poor lil hot women who were on his mind.... never mind... gravity fucked it up for both men and women... these days men need Viagra and women need push up bra's.....
then this stupid scientist invented silicon implants.... i mean... Pamela gives so many of us hard times... students cant study....adults loose sleeps.... oldies hate their life....gurls feel jealous....bitches ( female dogs ) only wish that thank god Pamela is not one of them...we shud call that scientist scien-tits
sometimes i think too much...and sometimes i dont think at all about the things i am thinking...
all the gas.... in my tummmy... makes grumbling sound...and at times it leaks from the far end of my smaller intestine....fuck.... i shud really stop now...else blogger s will not appreciate this blog....
those who read it....shud try and not search for the humor in this blog coz there is no humor...
there is a lot of gas.... in this world and in every bodies tummies....
the last i heard was scientists are studying the about of gas that comes out of a cows tummy while she digests her food and its impact on global warming... i mean they can leave alone the poor cow who gives us milk....and concentrate on indigestion issues human beings are facing...our farts are creating more global warming that those poos cows...and we dont even give milk :) .... oh women do .....sometimes....
milk is a awesome thing...and it actually helps in reducing the gas in the tummmy... i shud go get a badam milk... i always wonder why they show newly wedded wives giving their newly wedded husband a glass of hot milk.... cows milk reduces gas and gas is what they need to pump .... the more gas they pump into their wives the chances of satisfaction are more...and the more they pump...oohhhhh crap...why dont i just shut the fuck up...... ( that to me )
remember the times when our dads and their true wives used to buy us gas balloons when we were kids.... thats only to make their kids more smart.... frankly speaking... they can give us a carrot and ask us to shut the hell up...and they can have a walk in the clouds and romance....but no... no mom and their true husbond do that to thier kids...gas balloons build bonds....
gas really helps.... inert gas help more....
PS : the title of this post is only too lure ignorant bada-studs to read this blog....strawbery flavoured condoms
:)
they are laying a pipeline to get gas into india from iran trough pakistan and there is a lot of research going on in the krishna godavari sector for gas... the more gas they suck out...there is a going to be issues..
we might sink... the earth is floating ...coz the gas might not be replaced by anything...so there would be a cavity and the crust might crumble....and a lot of countries are actually above the sea level b3couse there is a lot of gas below those countries.... the more gas u extract the more trouble!!
its all too complicated but most of it makes sense....all u have to do is watch southpark and family guy :)
i am in no mood to blog coz today i have a lot of gas in my tummy....
someone gave me a eno ( eno de jhat se aaram) ... (please read jhat as jhat a.k.a quick and not as jhaat a.k.a ...i am not gonna mention what jhaat is :P ) ...and said....have it ass soon ass it is put in the water....but that generated so much gas bubbles that i choked on it....so that gas actually came out of my nose and a lil bit actually creeped to my brain....and that when i realized... that my brain is actually bigger that my heart....
my heart is now a smart muscle... it pumps blood ... so does everybodies heart....and now a days my heart skips a beat every time a butterFLY in my tummy dies of gas poisoning ... i already told u....there is a lot of gas in my tummy.... i am eating a lot of spicy food...mostly chicken and i am looking for a duck....( butterFLYs in tummie happen when heart skips a beat for the wrong reason )
these (ducks and chicken) birds are amazing... they dont fly and u cant curse them... u see GOD must have been a really smart thing... .he created these bird but didnt gave them any wings....actually they do have wings but they are as good as not having any.... i mean instead of useless wings if he had given then gas problem all the time....it would create regular gas in their tummy.... they cud have not needed winds to fly...
unfortunately my weight is too high or earth really sucks....u see Einstein invented this thing called relativity... so when newton was day dreaming about hot women under a tree...the theory of relativity came into play and he saw a apple fall down.... goood ness he must be so outta his mind that he created gravity.... i mean.... what about those poor lil hot women who were on his mind.... never mind... gravity fucked it up for both men and women... these days men need Viagra and women need push up bra's.....
then this stupid scientist invented silicon implants.... i mean... Pamela gives so many of us hard times... students cant study....adults loose sleeps.... oldies hate their life....gurls feel jealous....bitches ( female dogs ) only wish that thank god Pamela is not one of them...we shud call that scientist scien-tits
sometimes i think too much...and sometimes i dont think at all about the things i am thinking...
all the gas.... in my tummmy... makes grumbling sound...and at times it leaks from the far end of my smaller intestine....fuck.... i shud really stop now...else blogger s will not appreciate this blog....
those who read it....shud try and not search for the humor in this blog coz there is no humor...
there is a lot of gas.... in this world and in every bodies tummies....
the last i heard was scientists are studying the about of gas that comes out of a cows tummy while she digests her food and its impact on global warming... i mean they can leave alone the poor cow who gives us milk....and concentrate on indigestion issues human beings are facing...our farts are creating more global warming that those poos cows...and we dont even give milk :) .... oh women do .....sometimes....
milk is a awesome thing...and it actually helps in reducing the gas in the tummmy... i shud go get a badam milk... i always wonder why they show newly wedded wives giving their newly wedded husband a glass of hot milk.... cows milk reduces gas and gas is what they need to pump .... the more gas they pump into their wives the chances of satisfaction are more...and the more they pump...oohhhhh crap...why dont i just shut the fuck up...... ( that to me )
remember the times when our dads and their true wives used to buy us gas balloons when we were kids.... thats only to make their kids more smart.... frankly speaking... they can give us a carrot and ask us to shut the hell up...and they can have a walk in the clouds and romance....but no... no mom and their true husbond do that to thier kids...gas balloons build bonds....
gas really helps.... inert gas help more....
PS : the title of this post is only too lure ignorant bada-studs to read this blog....strawbery flavoured condoms
:)
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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 :)
hip hip burp :) hip hip burp :) hip hip burp :)
hip hip burp :) hip hip burp :)
hip hip burp :)
:)
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 .
நன்à®±ி
raKH05041982
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 :)
hip hip burp :) hip hip burp :) hip hip burp :)
hip hip burp :) hip hip burp :)
hip hip burp :)
:)
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 .
நன்à®±ி
raKH05041982
Thursday, July 3, 2008
evenflOw !!
sometimes life throws more shit that one can dodge.... so the best thing to do at that time is to enjoy it :)
there are times when u just want time to move faster.... theory of relativity sucked big time ....only that hairy scientists Einstein and a handful few understood it...and today a lot of others claim to have understood it.... i for that matter don't care ... theory of relativity is not for me... i never have actually tried understanding it.... i dont know if i will try that or not...
few months back...i was happy to be in chennai (i just cant believe how fucked up that feeling was )...wanted to stay here for a long time... and then bahot sara chutiya-giri ho gaya... i wanted to get out of the metro village asap. today is the last day in chennai....and i plan to make the most of it... go to the coffee stall....have that awesome Rs 4 heavenly coffee... coffee is tha best thing that has happend ...in chennai.... these guys make amazing coffee... maan-na padega.....and there are a few things... they can be proud of.... i dont want to mention them here...i can go on and on and on....
5 months of xprnc in chennai will teach anyone a lot of things.... on top of that if u are doing retail sales ... god help u.... u see a new job teaches ppl a lot of things they dont want to learn... or at times the things they have missed to learn...... sometimes things related to the job...sometimes things not related to job..this new job tought me many many things.... a few things that i can mention here are... i have learned the importance of washing cloths...and to master it...i have learned the importance of washing the whites and the dark colors seperately :P.... it has tought me... how to enjoy oldMONK without ice and chakhnaa.... how to ignore the things that are important to others... and how to SURVIVE ..... how not to get addicted to human beings... how to attend engagements of loved ones whom you loved once... and how to reach late when it doesnt matter if u are on time or not.... how to ride a bike and how not to do stunts with traffic hawaldaar on the road... how to sleep even when there is no electricity ....and how to LIVE life when life is tough...and sing.... mein jindagy ka saath neebhata chala gaya...har fiqra ko dhuwe mein oodata chala gaya....
I waana live... i wanna give... i have been a miner for the heart of gold..... its these expressions i never give...that keeps me searching for a heart of gold....and i am getting OLD.... and i am getting OLD...
now they say time is money and u can very easily prove that ...all u need to know is a lil bit of tamil and english... we are always running short of time..and always wanting to make more money....so if we are loosing time every second... we are only getting poorer each second... but we still are running in the rat race ...to only get richer...accha job mile... acchi item mile.... acchi setting ho... and so on...
the logic is simple....
time is called mani in tamil.... pretty strange... but it is called mani....and it sounds like moeny.... :P
so time = mani = money :|
now i am on my way to coimbatore.... fuckin hell... i am finnaly out of chennai... less than 24 hours to live in chennai... a lot of ppl here said.. coimbatore is better than chennai... to me it might not make much of a difference apart fromt he fact that the weather is much much better that chennai.... and the city is much smaller.....so it will be less tension wali baat...and closer to ooty and kodaikanal ...and also to kerla...
but i shall surely miss a few things in chennai... and miss them badly... made some really good friends here...but sala apun ko is jagah se emotionaly attcha nahi hone kaa hai... there are better things to be emotionally attched to in Navi Mumbai. so hope that the next destination is Navi Mumbai :)
there are many words in tamil that are funny for the ones who are from proper Bombay and the most funny of them in the word that's used to represente the numerical number 2. its official called rand. and officially it means something not god in mumbai :D.... lol .... RAND
thoughts arrive like butterflY .
there are times when u just want time to move faster.... theory of relativity sucked big time ....only that hairy scientists Einstein and a handful few understood it...and today a lot of others claim to have understood it.... i for that matter don't care ... theory of relativity is not for me... i never have actually tried understanding it.... i dont know if i will try that or not...
few months back...i was happy to be in chennai (i just cant believe how fucked up that feeling was )...wanted to stay here for a long time... and then bahot sara chutiya-giri ho gaya... i wanted to get out of the metro village asap. today is the last day in chennai....and i plan to make the most of it... go to the coffee stall....have that awesome Rs 4 heavenly coffee... coffee is tha best thing that has happend ...in chennai.... these guys make amazing coffee... maan-na padega.....and there are a few things... they can be proud of.... i dont want to mention them here...i can go on and on and on....
5 months of xprnc in chennai will teach anyone a lot of things.... on top of that if u are doing retail sales ... god help u.... u see a new job teaches ppl a lot of things they dont want to learn... or at times the things they have missed to learn...... sometimes things related to the job...sometimes things not related to job..this new job tought me many many things.... a few things that i can mention here are... i have learned the importance of washing cloths...and to master it...i have learned the importance of washing the whites and the dark colors seperately :P.... it has tought me... how to enjoy oldMONK without ice and chakhnaa.... how to ignore the things that are important to others... and how to SURVIVE ..... how not to get addicted to human beings... how to attend engagements of loved ones whom you loved once... and how to reach late when it doesnt matter if u are on time or not.... how to ride a bike and how not to do stunts with traffic hawaldaar on the road... how to sleep even when there is no electricity ....and how to LIVE life when life is tough...and sing.... mein jindagy ka saath neebhata chala gaya...har fiqra ko dhuwe mein oodata chala gaya....
I waana live... i wanna give... i have been a miner for the heart of gold..... its these expressions i never give...that keeps me searching for a heart of gold....and i am getting OLD.... and i am getting OLD...
now they say time is money and u can very easily prove that ...all u need to know is a lil bit of tamil and english... we are always running short of time..and always wanting to make more money....so if we are loosing time every second... we are only getting poorer each second... but we still are running in the rat race ...to only get richer...accha job mile... acchi item mile.... acchi setting ho... and so on...
the logic is simple....
time is called mani in tamil.... pretty strange... but it is called mani....and it sounds like moeny.... :P
so time = mani = money :|
now i am on my way to coimbatore.... fuckin hell... i am finnaly out of chennai... less than 24 hours to live in chennai... a lot of ppl here said.. coimbatore is better than chennai... to me it might not make much of a difference apart fromt he fact that the weather is much much better that chennai.... and the city is much smaller.....so it will be less tension wali baat...and closer to ooty and kodaikanal ...and also to kerla...
but i shall surely miss a few things in chennai... and miss them badly... made some really good friends here...but sala apun ko is jagah se emotionaly attcha nahi hone kaa hai... there are better things to be emotionally attched to in Navi Mumbai. so hope that the next destination is Navi Mumbai :)
there are many words in tamil that are funny for the ones who are from proper Bombay and the most funny of them in the word that's used to represente the numerical number 2. its official called rand. and officially it means something not god in mumbai :D.... lol .... RAND
thoughts arrive like butterflY .
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