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 :)
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:)

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


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

நன்றி




raKH05041982

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 .

plastic

i met this lady today... i mean i actually didnt meet her... i just happened to be in the same shop... i was selling pencils and other stationary :) ... she was there too buy stationary..

now who the fuck cares about plastic.. its got no emotions... its got know heart... it has not feelings... but that poor lil bastard has a life thats long.... i am talking about plastic. they say that this plastic can live so long that dude... who lived for a really long time in mahabharata .. what was his name...... bhishma peeta-mahan ...sale ko bhi sharam aayega...and there is another kinda plastic.... these days can be re-resurrected again and again... i mean ...its like killing and bringing it back to life... gosh.. killing it to bring it back to life...what a nice thought... its called recycling :)

so now this plastic is so awesome that it can be what it wants... the last i heard was these carry bags can be a nice hallucinating thing...u need to burn it... and then u get some residue... smoke it.... yuks... now ...who the heck will do all that mehnat... just to get high... no one i know...

so now coming back to the aunty .. she wants to buy pens... cheap ones... which her son can loose and she can still be kool about it..else she wud fucking freak out..and slap that innocent kid... so that he dont loose again... its a weird way of teaching things... thats what they used to do to slaves... to prisoners and to deshdrohi ppl....

fuck...drifting again...

coming back to aunty... aunty chooses from a plethora of Rs 5 pen...and to my luck...she fuckin buys both the pens of my company...and i am like... nysh nysh ( read nice like a child ).... aunty has made the right choice... unkal must be a happy man... unkal ki jai ho ...for keeping aunty happy and sane....

so i get lost in thought... i do that often... get lost in thoughts and keep wondering ... wondering about lost thoughts... and then come back to life... its nysh ... thing.. coming back to life...

and then the aunty leaves... and then as she is leaving the shop... she comes back...and says... anna!!.. oor carry bag koodengah :) ..translated back to inglees ( which is very soon going to be the national language... of modern india ) ...it will mean.. brother!! give me a carry bag. so there i was... i just went numb... i mean not completely.. but i can say... i went numb.. i was like... why is this nice aunty who made the perfect choice of buying the pens which i wanted her to by... asking for carry bags... ok!! ...now its a common thing...asking anything that u may get free .... is a really nice thing.... but she bought 2 pens..worth Rs 10... weighing less than 15 grams... and now she bloody wants a carry bag... fucking nuts...

first things is first... in total she made 2 mistake. .1st one is not hat harmful ... infact its not a mistake..i am just terming it as a mistake... its my mistake.. she called the shop-keeper annaa :P.. .ok.. .not funny....but funny enough to kill some time.... 2nd mistake is that she wants a carry bag for 2 pens weighing less than 15 grams in total :(

the shopkeeper must have got angry... ek to "anna" bola...ab phokat mein bag maang rahi hai... charana fookat mein aata hai kya.... he he :P ( maa chudi ;) .. . i miss this slang word .. one of the most common word in mumbai)

so this lady...aunty is now all happy..swings her plastic carry bag... and walks out of the shop jaise jhansi ki rani panipat ki ladhai jeet ke aayi ho....but i knew ... she has done her bit in polluting the earth.... my hippie mind wanted to stop her... but i cud not ... hippies are so peace loving.. that they wont fight and try to prove their point across... that is the sole reason why the hippie movement died...but not completely... ppl like me and druv are still fighting for a lost cost... we are modern hippies... we use plastic :D

moral of the story... fuck the moral...try and stop using plasic... plstic is harmful and its better if we use it as less as possible. someday hippies will return and hippies will rule.... till then eric cartman can keep hating hippies and that bloody jew kid who never geevs up...nor geevs in....

plastic is what we are becoming... loosing our emotions... loosing our heart.... loosing our feelings... loosing our senses... loosing it all... killing in the name of ..... blaming the innocent.. using more and more things we dont want... dont need ...can do without ....

this is out new walk of LIFE :)

( yeah..i am listening to the awesome dire-straits whos cd if u purchase will come in a plastic cover ... we are left with no choice... bloody maggots is what we are gonna be in the end )

PS : i do use plastic... a lot of it.. i am not doodh ka dhula hua... but i do have a choice. i choice to crib... nag... someday... ill stop others from using plastic... i am so far not able to stop myself from using plastic.

raKH05041982

change is not a must (".)

"How many roads have I wandered,

None and each my own,

behind me the bridges have crumbled,

no question of return...

Its the same song playing, everywhere I go,

its like an army marching right through me.

Nowhere to go but the horizon,

where then will I call my home?

Nowhere to go but the horizon,

where then will I call my home?

How many roads have I wandered,

None and each my own,

behind me the bridges have crumbled,

Where then will I call my home?"

the same song - susheela raman - music for crocodile

There was a time in mumbai that i didnt care a fuck... about hindi... i didnt miss it.. everyone around me spoke hindi... i didnt miss it... i didnt miss bollywood.. i didnt miss item numbers.. dukhi aatma songs, chhamiya songs ... now that i am in chennai... i miss it all... there is kollywood to replace bollywood but there is a difference.... u cant match those two things. Here in chennai.. i miss hindi so much that i listene to crappy hindi songs as if they are some anthem.... if i was in mumbai.. i wud never listen to them... like songs from the movie aaye milan ki raat... god...that song i heard... was LOL ...filled with lots of love for hero and heroin ... but i loved it...there are many more hindi songs i dig here... coz i miss them... i absolutely LOVE them.. life is full of experiences ... this is a nice experience. its a battleground.

a lot of ppl hate to change... change diapers [filled ones ;)] of their young ones.. change the cd in the car audio dech ... change the job... change the bathing soap... change the operating system ... change their toothpaste/toothbrush... change their kids.... or change their in-laws ... the in-laws want to change a lot of things... but ppl hate to change in general.. ppl also hate to change in public ( lol )... but in the case of wife/husband ... ppl wud love to have a change... but yeh kamini society ...yeh kambkath jamana woh sapna sach nahi hone deta... log kya kahenge... reeshteydaar kya kahenge...khandaan ki naak kat jaaayegi.... jeena haram ho jaayega... crap crap crap...

on the contrary there is this special kinda guys/girls who change a lot... every-time things start getting stale.... but these same ppl start ignoring change when they start showing signs of maturity during the decline of puberty..... more crap crap.... crap

now change is also something we need to carry in abundance.... else the BEST conductor gives u looks as if u are a murderer who has blood stains on ur face.... i hate the times when they say.. chutta nahi hai.... to bus mine kayko chadah ... and then there are times when they really dont have change and they say.. thodi der mein deta hoon and then u get lost in some thought that is so useless...that u forget to collect the change...not becouse u hate change...but u are lost in some thought.... who cares... u let go... but the irritating thing is when ..the condutor scribbles on the phacking ticket and asks u to collect change from the bus depot :D ... .i mean.. who the heck will go to collect Rs. 2 or or Rs . more than 2 to the depot... but then some do... they must be change loving ppl..very few.... of those in this world...

i like ppl who hate change... i dont hate change ( i am a big hypocrite :@ )... ppl in tamil nadu hate change... they have not changed since a long time... hope they dont change.. perseverance is the key... contains added falvor and class II preservatives ...we will not change ...we shall not allow change....they dont want to learn hindi... what a boon .... have heard ppl in kerla speak nice hindi.. ppl in AP and Karnataka speak hindi... now the point is... i have a problem here in chennai... i have to do sales.. i am learning TAMIL (only to speak and not read and write ).. so everytime i have a issues... i say.. Sir ..communication is a problem ...and then my boss cant do anything... its a nice excuse... now i have told them...its very difficult.. handling my team who are a nice bunch 0f ppl who dont know hindi.. those SR's are nice ppl .... they didnt learn hindi in school... and to make things worse for me.. i have to handle 6 distributors who cant speak hindi.... they can speak EngLeees ...so in this case... i dont have a excuse... but no matter if u both have a common language... handling ppl... handling human beings who have a brain is difficult. (i want a break ..i want to nagg ..i want to crib )

so its nice .. in tamilnadu u can crib... that communication is a big problem... and its VALID ....it wud not be valid in AP, Kerla and Karnataka and rest of INDIA speaks Hindi.

when i heard they are lounching TOI ( times of India ) in chennai...i was very excited... but then when the Np was actually launched...a complete let down.. .just another ppr with no page 3 content or lets just say the most fucked up page 3 i have ever seen ..... Chennai MIRROR is also missing so far....even the cartoon section is as dull... as it can be...who cares about the headlines and the national news... they suck big-time...

if ppl in tamilnadu didnt have a problem with change...they wud learn hindi... bury the dravidian moment under... and get along with life... but they do have a problem... they will not speak in hindi... even if they know... one of my distributors manager keeps telling me stories ..of politics, justice and tamil ppl ....and i just cant ask him to fuck off.... he is the key to one of my main markets....

chutta nahi hai (i dont have any change) .. is my fav line ... but what is this anyways... i am confused ... change ... change .... i dont want to change a few things.. but there are many things i want to change... but who am I... to change the things... i am not GOD... i am not even his best friend... i dont even know anyone who is god's best friend.....

PS : this feeling is nice... this feeling i can explain ...or may be I dont want to explain .

PS : gand mein danda :)

raKH05041982

:(

this is referring the previous post " sare janah se accha "

this is not funny... the idea of this post is ... yup this time there is a idea...or lets say there is a reason... and the reason is... one of my very good friends has fucked up bigtime while chatting and reading my blog ( i always knew my blog might have a side effect on innocent ppl ) juicy is not innocent... he was the partner in crime.. smoked ganja with us... smoked sutta with us... flunked in exams with us . . bunked lectures with us... played dehla coat (mendhi coat)with us.. spent precious years in engineering searching for Nirvana... attended many rock shows together...head banged... a avid fan of pearl jam and the one who always has a open invitation so that we can camp at his place and have a booz party.... Abhijit Trivedi (kiss ur frnds gud bye) is online. xtc : hey ass Abhijit : hiii how r yaa xtc : alive and bored...and fat Abhijit : kya hua bhai are aaja mumbai :) koi ladkii dhoondh nahi toh udhar ..... tp kaa liyaa ;) xtc : lol sab ke sab darawani hai :P jo bahoot acchi hai...sab ke item hai Abhijit : haan kalii chut are dhoondh naa orkut pee .. xtc : http://superchild.blogspot.com tu padha kya ? Sent at 9:36 PM on Monday ( juicy reads the blog and comes back ) Abhijit : kya baat hai xtc : ? ? Abhijit : bhai natinal anthem kii maa bhen kholdii tunaa lolies xtc : u fuck... :@ this is not the national anthem :X jan gana man is the national item anthem :X Sent at 9:42 PM on Monday (chat ends abruptly here...)

somebody please stop this nightmare....

this was bound to happen... india is loosing .... indians are loosing...

no matter what .... no matter what.... no matter what....

no matter what .... we need to always not forget what is our national anthem

what is 15th august and what is 26th january....

juicy (abhijit trivedi) ... get a life :@

:D

PS : xtc is the momentary name baBa is using on gtalk !

PS : i hope it was a mistake.

PS : we thank geetesh bhave for giving abhijit trivedy a nickname JUICY :)

raKH05041982

sare jahan se achha...

ppl ....my dear phrands...if u are here.... u shud be really lost...or u shud be my best phraand...

either ways .... it dont really matter.. what u are about to read is a nice song..which we did listen when we were young.... now that we are not young... but not really old... we ignore it...

they always play it on 15th august and 26th jan... i wonder why....


here it is.... a nice baBa's version of it..... hope u like it... hope u hate it too.... ( increasing the size of the hindi font for all those who have trouble reading hindi )
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सारे जहाँ से अच्छा ..है मेरे neighbor का बच्चा
वोः चुलबुला है मेरा ... में गुलसितां हूँ उसका ।।

ऑफिस में हूँ अगर में ... रहता है वोह मेरे दिल में
समझो वही हमे भी ... जिगर का टुकडा है वोह हमारा

पार्वती को ना पता हे ... हमसाया शमा का
वोः संतान है हमारी ... वोः सपना है हमारा॥

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा ..है मेरे neighbor का बच्चा
वोः चुलबुला है मेरा ... में गुलसितां हूँ उसका॥

गोदी में खेलता है... उसकी हजोरों नत-खटिया
गुलशन भड़क जायेगा... भांडा जो अगर फूटा...... मुश्किल हो जायेगा जीना॥

क्या तुम्हे याद है वोह दिन ...
जहाँ शुरू हुआ उसका कारवां ....

यूनान - ओ -मिस्र - ओ -रोमा , सब मिट गए जहाँ से
अब तक मगर है बाकी , नम - ओ - निशान हमारा ॥

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा ..है मेरे neighbor का बच्चा
वोः चुलबुला है मेरा ... में गुलसितां हूँ उसका

मजहब नही सीखता ... मिल बांटके वोह खाता
हिंदू हूँ में... मुस्लिम है वोह ... बच्चा का कोई mistake नही उसमें ....

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा ..है मेरे neighbor का बच्चा
वोः चुलबुला है मेरा ... में गुलसितां हूँ उसका


ok... now all might like this..not all might understand this... but who the hell cares about everyone..

i am sure all will atleast murmur.. the first line... ;)

सारे जहाँ से अच्छा ..है मेरे neighbor का बच्चा
वोः चुलबुला है मेरा ... में गुलसितां हूँ उसका ।।



ho ho ho... "fuck..whats wrong with me... " ... peace! peace!! peace!!! ... a piece for all...

dont send jihadi ppl to get my ass.. its worthless.... nor the RSS or the nor the ISI nor the CBI ....


raKH05041982

life is a fruit-salad :)

before u read anything further... remember this.. this is coming out of personal experience (".)

when u get drunk... please dont brush ur teeth with shaving cream . . . its no fun....in fact just go to sleep... its OK if u dont brush ur teeth before bed.....

metrosexuals (mtsxl) .... i am not one of them...i think .. i think ... i think..i am a hippie... at least i was one till i didn’t take up this job....now the hippie looks are gone.... I am still letting the hippie live inside me… just in case I need him during the WWIII … now this is what happens in today’s world.... we all have jobs...we all get up in the morning... some have trouble downloading...some don’t... i for that matter have no worries at all.... I just have to sit on the commode ...and not do anything... the bowels just want to get hell out of me... as if they are suffocating inside..... thank you thank you...my smaller intestine....then we go to work....some take the car...some take public transport... some actaully work...or some pretend to work....some come straight back to home to their wife and kids... while some take the patlee galli and head to pubs, bars, lounges ...or wherever life takes them...some have a good day...some have bad day.....some care...some dont.... some are comfotably NUMB...some are comfortably DUMB...

Ok...this is not what this post is about..

Coming to the original idea of the post….he he…there is no idea…

so there is this imaginary dude human being...no no.... he is not doing his MBA... for heavens sake... not all are fools... I don’t know if he is a metrosexuals (mtsxl)….

so he gets up in the morning... brushes his teeth ....the flavor is strawberry... yup ..he still likes to use the toothpaste... which he used when he was a kid....rinses his mouth....( i want to try that toothpaste... all my life i have used that white and red "khol-gate" ... white paste.. yeah.. u are right....i do have cavities...unlike what the adv promises.... and that mofo suraksha chakra.... and that ting noise .... is nothing compared to the drilling noise of the dentists drills....dentists... u ppl are life-savers )

so now...after brushing his teeth.... dude is late....so heads straight under the shower.... so... nunga-punga bath chalu... raat ko aamla ka tel se chumpi kiya hai ( wah-tikka tel. . .reminds me of lovely mandira bedi… extraaa shots :P ) ….to sabse pehle fructis ( I am sure this shampoo can be used as a nice topping cream in most of the European dishes )_ ...man this shampoo is nice... try it... smells like a lot of fruits are crushed in it.... then saboon lagane ke bari... saboon is also fruit flavored ...one of those Chinese soaps with apple flavor ( lol chinese soaps...they are gonna take over....and amreeka is gonna feed them )…. Nahake ho gaya….shave karne ki baari ( its one of the most irritating activity for hippies… but thank god…he only gave us the brains to shave of dadhi… )… shaving cream lemon flavoured + aloe vera ( they say this aloe vera thing is miraculous )…. Aftershave is bloody pomegranate flavored + with added menthol … combs his hair… styling gel…coconut flavored…. (rotflol coconut )

lol…. He is turning into a fruit salad ….( sala i actually made that word rangeela... ha ha ha....i have so much free time.. and no money in the pocket to go have a beer.... )

Now time to put of some deodorant… again fruit flavored… watermelon :P

All dressed up…. Drinks milk… has some jelly… he loves jelly… almost close to being a complete fruit salad… ( who the hell invented the fruit salad ? .. .must be an accident.. .where the wife has got angry and gone to maikaaa ... and the hubby ...pooor hubby has to cook for himself )

God damn it…. Brain super heating…. Fuck fuck fuck…. Fruit-salad…. I miss it….I WANT FRUIT SALAD

All those vitamins ….. all those fibers….. all those …

Just fuck it… I am going to FETCH some food…. Living in dog years ;)

PS : “to life..”…. It rained in MUMBAI today… thanks to u... life… I missed it…though I had a nice sunbath here in Chennai… sunscreens don’t work here…

raKH05041982

mixed emotions

PS : i make my own mistakes. some times i take help from friends and foes.
many a times i get so lost..that i dont figure out anything. things just keep confusing me more and more...a chemical locha happens in the brain. and the best thing to do it shut it down. flush things down the drain and just not think at all. its a hard thing to do. but its not impossible.

there are many things in life that we dont want to happen...but they do happen... the last time chennai was more nice...i was small...all i knew in chennai was the street where we used to live... my school and marina beach and anna tower...back in those days...say 15 years back there were not many tall buildings in chennai... no telcom towers... anna tower was one of the tallest building in chennai u cud have a phackin amazin view of chennai..... god damn it...then it was called madrass... ( i wonder why these polititions keep changing names of the city... bombay was much better... it sounded western...mumbai sounds a lot more ghati :P ... mumbai sukhoobai :( ...)

this time i am in chennai...i know jarurat se jyada places ... few more months and i can become a guide in central chennai and western chennai... have to roam the whole day... in the bloody hot sun... with paseena tapkofying from whole body... i can easily do with a diaper ...to save the paseena from irritating the ....

its nice to interact with the local vendors who only speak tamil. wannakam sir... eppedi irke sales.. is my fav line.....

sometimes i love that i am in chennai...and i am lucky i am avoidin the tough life in mumbai... but the next day i am bound to get bum-fucked in the head. i miss mumbai. i hate a lot of me...for being in chennai. so everytime i get a feeling that i am happy to be in chennai...i am pretty sure that next day i am going to be...like i said.. bum-fucked in the head. the pattern is getting very very common.

chennai is small... its slow... for a person who has lived in mumbai...this is a dead slow pace...lucky for me..i can get up by 9 30 and still be on time to work...or even if i am late ..i dont have to answer any one... sales line is fun...but a loaded gun...and the gun is in bosses hand.. targets achieved ...the gun inctive....if targets go for a toss... the gun blows under ya ass.

and then there are times when i finish work by 3 pm...fir wapis dimmag ki maa behan ek ho jaati hai... baki ka poora din kya karna....a phrand of mine...i call him apple singh told me a nice tip... in the summer when u shud be working on the field ...doing sales... go to sathyam cinemas and watch a afternoon show.. i tried that and its real fun..


its useless ...it dont make sense...but at times a lof of things are not suppoes to make sense... there are things that need to be left incomplte in life ...so that u can always think about them...its a nice past-time to think about them....everything that is in place and in order can make things really boring and mundane....

also when a everythign in life is going right... i am sure that there is some big fuck up happening somewhere ...which i am not able to notice ... thats what happened... everything was going the way i wanted to go...but i failed to notice the fuck up... now its all messed up....but i am gonna leave it behind un-attended ...i am not gonna solve this fuck up... its supposed to be left incomplete so that i can wonder about it....and this can be my fav past-time...

memories are the riches of a wise man....

song for the day is mother- pinkFLOYD

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh ah,Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for presidence?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mama, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh ah,Is it just a waste of time
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mamma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true,
Mamma's gonna put all of her fears into you,
Mamma's gonna keep you right here, under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing,
Mamma's gonna keep baby cosy and warm.
Oooh babe, Oooh babe, Oooh babe,
Of course Mamma's gonna help build the wall.
Mama, do you think she's good enough, for me?
Mama, do you think she's dangerous, to me?
Mama, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh ah,Mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mamma's going to check out all your girlfriends for you,
Mamma won't let anyone dirty get through,
Mamma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mamma will always find out where you've been,
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Oooh babe, Oooh babe, Oooh babe,You'll always be baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?

raKH05041982

nostalgia

nostalgia ...a funny word to many of us....we cant turn back time.... we cant bend time.... we cant do a thing about time... v cant even fast forward ...we cant even want/ask/force time to move fast....coz its only gonna take us close to death .... death must b such a wonderful thing that everything in life experiences it.....

today was a gr8 day.... did a many thing.... interacted nicely with the bozz and he said a few complicated things and commented at me... most of it with hidden meanings and taunts....

who the hell ... i think i am... i am baBa when i am not working other times i am highly human and vulnerable... thoda baten suni...thoda ignore kiya...fir targets ke peechhey bhaagne shuru kiya... paisa nachaye...nachaye.... nachaye..... paisa bhagaye....bhagaye... bhagaye....


and then at the end of the day ...came back home tired... then decided to head to the panjabi dhaba on the road to manali.... god she looked beautiful.... we were her silent admireres in 8th grade and 9th grade... drifting...

getting back...there is a place called manali in tamil nadu also...but the one in HP kicks ass ...

on our way to the dabha to madhvaram....there is motherfucking traffic that beats the hell out of us... so close to anna nagar...rather at the end of anna nagar we see this kool mofo sitting in his HONDA shitty band new city car.... nice car !!.... ( for those who dont know whats anna nagar is...anna nagar is one of the most awesome places in chennai ..its got nice bunglows and big roads and lots of ppl who eat bread...so u are sure to find good fresh brittania bread in anna nagar and descently high number of hindi speaking fellas)

so we fool around with that dude...why dont u exchage the car with this bike...we might show around and impress few chicks....and shit like thats...obviously he cant here us...he has locked himself in the car with AC and music )...so when the signal turns green....he accelerates and zaps... so we catch up with his car.... and there...there is a big noise ...a chutiya biker comes and bangs into that awesome brand new HONDA shitty car

and i am like.... maa chudi..... the biker is taking a wrong right turn... not the gadi walas fault... he is driving straight not rash ... bike wala shud have let him pass.... but now he is flying like those guys from WWF ( now WWE) ...he is wearing his helmate ...but still....he falls flat... he doesnt move after falling ....we pull over by the kerb...not knowing what to do....and even if we knew what to do... why shud we get involved...we dont have time...no energy..no interest in that ( awesome indian attitude) .... so this car wala dude has no idea what has actually happened and he gets out of the phacking car as if he is a maharaja....all he knows is someone bumped into his car and that he can now shout at the person for infecting his car with scratches.... but then when he sees tha biker on the road...deadlike.... gand phatying...starts running... we are by now...fuck...lets get the hek out of here... its useless ...we dont have the papers of our own bike no insurance and crap.... no NOC ...the bike is a MH regiserd and not TN

getting out...we must have silently and unknowingly preyed for that dude to be all right....
on our way to the dhaba...discusion id on existence of GOD :

so when we hit the dabha... its shady... ita dark... not clean... and exactly the way dhaba should be...
so we decide that we have food there... the water actually scared the shit out..it had the most wiered taste and a nice yellow color ...so accepted apni and phat-phati ho gayi ....we bought bottles min-water :P.... kabhi kabhi firang key tarah jeene mein majja hi kuch neerala hai....

ok...back at the dhaba...there is this rajasthani fam.. with thier skinny wives and phat hubbys...with a bunch of kids...they finish food and we get place to eat... everythign is fine so far....

and this is where nostalgia strikes me and mangesh ( dude who is from my state and buddy next door )
we order for 1)falli ka sabjee 2) dal 3) rayta 4) dahi....how did we decide on the menu...simple...that was the only menu of the day....

and then we are joined by few truckwallahs....surds juts....few himachalis ...and man...they have foul mouth...

they start utter ring words like bhenchode... maadarchode... maa ki chutt ... and many few dutty words :) (in chennai the only hindi abuse i have heard so far coming out of their mouth is "loude ka baal" a.k.a mayeer in tamil :P and the way they say it is also damn hillarious... southy anna accent) may be ppl from the north cant do without these few abuses ...which are inbuild....and they keep coming out no matter what they do...specially these truckwallahs have these awesome way of abusing.... so they are all talking in HINDI and abusing in Hindi... jo sun ne ko majaa aaya....life set ho gaya....

then we interact with this sardarjee who is a superfast whisky drinker... had driven all the way from agra... he shares a few stories and leaves as satisfied as a


by then we had started having gr8 time ..the food was amazin...tasty....super tasty...+ it was like i was eating roti after 20 days....and it sure was a blessing ...and 2nd best part is... 15 Rs a plate of sabjee or dal or rayta or dahi :P and nice garam garam rotis for 3 Rs ... dil-khush....sath mein lot of sardars opening a chotu bottle of whisky and drining it with two large patiyala pegs.... sure those guys are strong...


had awesome food..till we cudnt sit properly on those khatiyas.. by the time we had food...it was close to midnight...and the dhaba almost mpty.... so we lied on those same khatiyas and had a feeling tha a cow has... content :)


and the dude who was earlier making rotis comes out smoking a beede and asks... aaj raat idhar hi sone ka man kar rhaa hai kya... and i am like... agar aap bolo to hum chalte hai...and he is like..nahi nahi saab jee... aaram karon.... koi baat nahi hai.. ( god damn it....hindi sunke kitna aachha laga.... )

then he shares his beedee with us ... and we are like... dhanyawaad...bada acchha laga khana khake and hindi mien baante karke...... ab hum chal dete hai....


food, hindi , slang, beedee.... all i missed was a few things i dont want to mention here...after all this is a god damn blog... not a diary :P

wont mind going all the way to eat food out there... its only 15 kms away from the city....

there is HOPE and i have FAITH.... (both tattooed on me too)

raKH05041982

doldrums

life is a game that no matter we do.... no matter what the outcome is ....we have to play.
aaj solid pakk raha hai..... there is a war inside the head.... no one is suppose to win this war... no one is suppose to loose this war.... she is playing football with my heart in my head.. i am just a mere spectator..

songs played in the background are also from the movie.. Life in metrol...rishte to nahi... rishton ki parchahiya mile....yeh kaise bheed hai.... bus tanahayiya mile.... .... na na naa..na na na... naa naaara....

i wish i cud do some voodoo...and make a difference.....i need a frying pan ...

these days there is some problem with the SMS delivery ... my boss sends me a sms in the morning... asks me to send achievements and figures... the whole phacking day...i dont get any sms... jab apun sone jaa raha hai... by midnight... or sometimes aur bhi late ho jaata ahi.... then jab apun must sapne mein apsaraon ke 7 poker khel raha hota hai..tahbhi harami cell phone bajta hai.... bozz ka sms padhke... gand tight ho jaati hai....boss uses BSNL ..i use airtel... i cant blame others...i am not good at buck-passing... i am still learning that art.... it takes time...then in the night...i get all charged up... kal se nayi shurwaat.... and kya bolega... tum doston ko... kal se nayi shuruwat nahi...kal shure-waat ( sure waat) lagne wali hoti hai....

then i chuck everything and plan to sleep...but tab tak late ho gaya hai.... boss will think... this chudiot ( chudiot is nothing but a chutiya + idiot ) is lazy...useless... no hope... fit for nothing... all they want is a MT or any Jr ...who is like a cap with elastic... one size fits all.... but those kinda "one size fits all " things are hard to find... even condoms dont fall in the category....


chucking everything... the temperature... is on the decline... it must be close to 40 degrees today...but it felt as if the temp was less than 35 degree.... aadat ho gayi hai abhi....... the brain gets fried....and the kidneys dont have to work hard these days.. all sweat...no pee.....work is getting a lot more simpler..... routine ... gali khaO...gali do.... hanjee hanjee karon... hanjee hanjee karwaaO....


useless... this will continue for quite some time.. ill shut the fuck up by posting the lyrics of a song... which as of now ..is close to the heart and make the heart go... numb.... and serenity for the mind....


when will i stop letting her play football with my heart..in my head... ? ?






Last Chance to Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled - porcupine tree
[Written by Steven Wilson of porcupine tree.. . ]


PS: i thank nidhi patel for introducing me to porcupine tree ... girl.... u rock...


[a) Winding Shot (Summer 1981)]



If you fall asleep with me
You can dream and drowse
The miuntes turn to hours

We could climb a tree or two
And watch the sun go down
Upon our sleepy town

After all the time I spent with you
Summer went away
And we just weren't the same

It's just you and me alone
Not grown ups but not kids
You kissed me on the lips

[b) Last Chance to Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled]

Let me say that our mission here...at this time is about to come to a close, in the next few days.

We came form distance space..and even some might call some part of a different dimension and we are about to return from once we came.

It requires that you need to be moved into that evolutionary kingdome that you leave behing everthing of human ways , human behaviour , human ignorance, human misinformation.

If I have to entitle this day it would be the last chance to evacuate planet earth before it is recycled.

Last chance to evacuate earth before it is recycled.

killah song....

raKH05041982

baBa's XP-rence and life in a big metropolitan village called chennai in INDIA

PS : discard this blog if u are having improper bowel movements.....this blog will not help you... may be try jamalGOTA or kayam chooran


lots of things that we mumbaikars mite find irritating...in this city who is fast aping to be like mumbai....

the most important thing... its a hot city...as in the chicks are not really hot...but the weather is.... so u can wear a lungi... but its completely allright to not wear anything inside the lungi...( just dont get drunk and loose ur lungi)

not so good things
ppl go to sleep by 10 pm
hotels don't take orders after 10 30 pm
railway stations are empty after 10 30 pm
buses are dead crowded
ppl can pee where ever they like..... ( u can even pee right opposite to the famous temples with ur back facing to women.. )
no descent wine shops
very few bars
loads of tamil telgu malayalam and kannada tv channels....very few hindi...u ll be surprised to when u are stayin in some hotel....
no directions on the road...but loads of glowsigns asking u to wear helmates and not use cell phone while driving....
language is like jeelebies....
even the north indians who have settles here for ages prefer to speak in tamil... :(
local muslims might not know urdu....but they speak fluent tamil
lots of one ways....u dont understand how to reach a destination.....
no roads bigger then 100feet
lots of lungis indicating the temperature of the city... higher the lungi....higher is the temperature...
no meter in autos ( minimum fare for a person not knowing tamil is Rs 50 )
very strict police.. no helmet....u are dead meet.... riding bike after midnight.... naka bandi every hwere.... (kahan se aaya ...kahan jaa raha hai....sab batana padta ahi.... movies se aa raha hoon bataya to ...proof ke liye movie tickets is a must )
local water sucks..... its hard as a desperat cock....(eeks....a dirty comparison)... metro water is just getting popular...
no rotis, no chapatis ... only in very expensive restaurants... in descent hotels 2 rotis for 25 bucks ) but u phackin dont get choice of vegetables... they serve something called KURMA..u better eat those funny chapatis with that kurma....
police here look like the RAWAN from ramayana...big phaaacking big moushtaches ...i wonder how they kiss their wife...or neighbour's wife....
no paneer
no vada pav
no shivsena :D
no raj thakrey (ohhh.... fuck that bastard ...he is bloody trying to drive away the mumbai's true asset..the bloody biharis...who have dignity of labour)
no taxis...only call a cab service ( i wonder how much they would charge if they didnt obey the meter rules )
no hangout zones
no toto's
no not just jazz by the bay
u cant use the fly overs in the night :P
no street lights on all roads
ppl dance and play loud music when some one is being taken to the samshaan ( burning/burial ground ) ( majorly only the lower classes do that....but i kinda now like the idea.... )


and fucking lots of things....that are fucking different here..... which are not comin to my mind as of now..... ill keep u mofos.. posted...


a fact... i easily end up drinking more then 3 liters of water and 200ml of chai or coffee.... but i only pee once a day .... coz i sweat like a desperate pig :P



good things...

the biggest loo is marina beach...pee anywhere....there is water everywhere....
u dont have to pee again and again....its really a boon for lazy assholes like me....
its dead cheap.... the public transport... trains and railway
food is cheap... Rs. 22 thali...i bet no one will finish.... only a huge bowl of rice and unlimited sabjees and sambhar
u can buy cheap mineral water ....200 ml packet of min water for rs 1 ...only....
the buses have english boards... unlike the BEST buses in mumbai....who have only idiotic marathi which most of my friends cant read :(
the multiplexex are cheap....and food serverd in them is phattey cheap...
extra king kong popcorn and a liter of coke only for 90 rs..... wake up mumbai... :@
all ladies compulsoraly wear a huge long mogra ka gajara...so when u are in a crowded bus...stand next to one of the female... u can smell the nice scent of mogra ...rather than standing next to a anna and sharing ur sweat with him.... ( just dont Phacking get cought.. )
not many eat gutkha or 420 kacha pakka elaichi paan with bhola.. so they dont spit and draw what some call it modern art..... ( mumbai need to ban pan and gutkha :@ . . . )
SUNDAY is actually a public holiday... unlike in mumbai...where most of the fuckups happen on a bloody sunday...sunday bloody sunday.....

this city will teach one a lot of things.... only thing is ... most of it which one might not want 2learn


and i cant think of any more....good things.....coz my brain is overheating....

finally...
all those who wish to dis-agree can be my guest....this is my POV (point of view)
rest can go fuck themselves.... and if u do succeed....ill suggest his/her name for the Oscars.....

i wonder how that god called Ram survived...man many years back.....then there was no public transport also.... no internet... no tv...no FM... no mobiles.... no porno...... :O ( but he had a friend called hanuman :) )


PS : discard this blog if u are having improper bowel movements.....its really not gonna help :X
PS2 : is expensive...Sony shud slash the prices....
PS3 : remember this...when a girl says that her deadline in this city is 10 30... she is celestially blessed...and her deadline is like a girl staying in mumbai with a deadline of 2 AM ( the phaaaacked up city sleeps damn early....even the phacking public transport sleeps early )...who cares about the guys...


anna's and akka's and tata's and pati... (maaf karo if u dont like this blog... its not to yuntertain u... anywyas... )



peace :)

raKH05041982

phisH and the MMS undergraduate :)

PS : this story is dedicated to the lovely butterNan who stole my heart with my permission :) . . . . loved u !!

Once upon a time there lived a phisH in the arabian sea. He was very tired of drinking the salty water of the sea. So the phisH consulted an MMS undergraduate from the Mumbai university. The graduate thought about the situation the phisH was facing and asked the phisH to shift to bay of bengal.... the phisH aked ...why the bay of bengal ? The smart MMS undergraduate said.....dear phisH...the bay of bengal is next to the state of west bengal. the bengalis love sweets. So the water in the bay of bengal is sweet.

The phisH was confused. He asked .... how is that possible....? The smart undergraduate said...."phishes dont have brains"...lissen to what i say and u'll get a lot of sweet water the phisH was satisfied...then he started dreaming....

One day ...when his preparations were done...he set off. while going from the arabian sea to the bay of Bengal the phisH had to tackle many dangers... but the phisH was determined.....his will was strong....After many days of swimming in hot cold n lukewarm waters he started getting close to the Bay of Bengal.

The water had started getting a lil sweeter....and then the phisH got happy. He started thanking the smart undergraduate from the Mumbai university :). He swam faster and with great enthusiasm. When he reached closer to bay of Bengal , the water was realtively very sweet. but the phisH was greedy and lalchee. so he wanted to drink the sweetest water...here the phisH made the biggest mistake of getting close to culcutta.... he never knew that the BONGS love to eat fish.....

He went too close to danger and was caught in the fishing net of a Bengali fisherman and lost his life.


moral of the story is for u to decide and comment :)

raKH05041982

who gave jimMORRISON the power to be whatever he was...

i think....(sometimes i think ..its necessary).... who gave Jim the super power to be what ever he was....

i mean i dont belive in GOD ..... but only when i have a huge bamboo up my ass...i think there is some superPOWER who shud help me.... but dekha jaaye to....its me who pulls myself out of that mess...

he wrote songs...songs that still make the world go mad....danced in a different way... gave amazing one liners... and didnt trouble the world by living long...he tried all the drugs... and made them famous....
and then he explained death the best.....

Jim said:

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.

i dont know how i want to die....i still i am still figuring it out...... and i am sure i will take a long time to figure it out....coz i am not as talented as JIM morrison :)

ALL I KNOW IS I AM A rider on the storm...I AM GONNA break on through to the other side.....till then..i am gonna rock and roll (H)


raKH05041982