Globalisation...

In earlier times mothers used to scare away their kids by telling them stories about an old man with a long beard and a ruck-sack on his back, which had other children like them in it. Now the Kids know that he is just Santa, and he is good.

Merry Christmas Everyone and Happy Holidays.

PS:- I am going to Nainital :D yay

Tagged...

Okay !
Its been very long since the last post. Almost a month. Kokil had tagged me so here I am doing the Tag ! now. Must say that it was a tad difficult. What I had to do was to "pick up ten interesting or common phrases (five from the post that tagged me) and write the lyrics they remind me of."

Five from Kokil's blog.

1. Vagabond
There's a man in the corner and his clothes are worn
And he's holding out his hand
You could see in his eyes as the people walk by
He knows they don't understand
-- Gabriel and Vagabond by Foy Vance

2. In your big brown eyes
Teri aankho k siva duniya mien rakha kya hai...

3. memories
Maae ri yaad wo aaye
Maae ri koi te lae aaye
Maae ri yaad wo yad wo aaye ri... :D

4. fly away
O jaane waale ho sake to laut k aana..

5. I haven't slept at all in days
Neend na aaye mujhe
Chain na aaye mujhe
Jaye koi zara dhund ke laaye
Na Jane kahan dil kho gaya...

My own contribution...

6. Fight maar yar...
I tried so hard
and got so far
in the end...
You know what happens :P

7. Farak to padta hai yar...
Tum agar mujhko na chaaho
to koi baat nahi
Tum kisi aur ko chahogi
to mushkil hogi

8. Kudiya Oye...
You could be mine
But you are way out of liiiiine

9. Bachpan...
Aao bachcho
aaj tumhe ek kahani sunata hoon main
Sher ki kahani sunoge
Hoon Hoon hoon
Mere pass aao mere dosto ek kissa suno
Mere pass aao mere dosto ek kissa suno...

10. KFGH
eh duniya mast kalandar
te utte baithe bandar
samjhe aap nu sikander
te chakde fatte...

Yayyyyy...fun post.
Thank You to Kokil and I tag Manu Bajaj and Nikita and Sahil Hakim.

Highs and Lows

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The sign above specifies that it is going to be yet another "rambling post", so you can very well not bother reading it. 

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I cant sleep tonight. Its nothing out of the ordinary, but I will miss the very weird dreams I was having from some nights. They made good "Things to think while you brush". Last night in one of these dreams a random dude hit me with a very heavy whiskey glass. I had to get stitches. After I woke up, while brushing my teeth, I kept touching the back of my head. Just to be sure you know. 

Some dreams have this nasty habbit of seeping into the real world. Its not totally unfair as we think about real stuff in dreams. So they have some right over our reality. If you think I am just talking Non-sense, I will tell you about a dream I had once.

It was in college and I was kinda very senti types over a girl. In my dream I recieve a phone call from a very close friend who kinda knew who the girl was. I find out that this call is actually not meant for me. My friend had called the girl and was telling her that I was not the right guy for her and all this crap about me. Now due to some dream world cross connection I get the call too and am able to hear all this. As is pretty obvious I am pretty pissed of with my friend and also kinda heartbroken as the girl simply agreed to him in the end of the conversation. Now the biggest shock for me was when I was woken up by a REAL call on my REAL cell from the same friend. Imagine seeing the name of a person who has just almost spoiled your life, flashing on your cell. Boy o Boy he never would have expected so many gaaliyan from me then and only after about 5 -6 minutes of choicest of punjabi gaaliya I realised that I had a bad Dream. Poor guy still has no idea why he had to listen to me gone mad.

This is just one example you know. I can tell you many more but I wont.

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If you are wondering why I titled this post "Highs and Lows", then I should tell you that it is because a friend and I were talking about Highs and Lows today. Its not important for you to know what all we talked about Highs and Lows. I told you only to convey that the title of this post is relevant.

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That blog is so pathetic. Really.

Yes That One.

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Sometimes you know someone (B) who knows someone else (A) you know. You want to know whats up with A, however A is dumb bitch and wont tell you directly. You cant ask B coz B's a motherfucker and you hardly talk. But you know that B knows something about A that you really want to know. 

I should know all about A. B should get lost.

What to do?

Sometimes you are in a Soup.

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Score Sheet

High|Low

   0   | 1

Bad Binary Joke.

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ps:- Hey Ko, will do the tag in next post.

The Best Goodbye

Watch Dasvidaniya to understand this pathetic joke. seriously people It is an awesome movie and a must watch.

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Life is so bloody weird these days. Even after spending a whole day in front of computer, the time i really feel relaxed is the time I sit in front of a computer at home. Sometimes I just watch the green and red dots on my gt list while some other times I have to make do with gray ones. Cant write anything half as good as my previously written crap writings and my sense of humor is getting so so pathetic that at times even I hate myself for saying some very bad joke. God bless Swati and Saurabh who have to tolerate my nonsense all day in office and many times at home too.

A friend asked me to get a life some days back. That day I felt very angry at this remark of his but today, I just want to know where can I get hold of it.


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Random Song
Title :- random

kuch khatti meethi yaadien
kuch ankahe phalsapho ki
an-chhapee kitaabien
Bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun k...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

jo saath bitaye the tere wo
bheege bheege pal
jiski hardam aarzu thi
wo aane wala kal
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

lekar kismat nikle hain ghar se
hai manzil kahi duur
chaahe raste ab alag hain apne
kahi milenge zarur
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
humien hona tha judaaaa

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
sab khona tha jehaan

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
bas tere baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun
Jo bhi hua achaa hua
Jo bhi hua achaa hua

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The Name is Blonde...

Each day we fall a little lower. Slow death.

I think about..

Relationship statuses

When we are not single we usually say we are committed (sadly i am not part of the "we" here, but what the hell). I feel this to be absolutely illogical and so awesomely wrong. 

After single you become double. Its this simple, but if still you want to complicate things and luck is also on your side, you might become triple ;) . You can also change common phrases like, "single and ready to mingle"  to "double and having fun in the muddle" or to "triple and having fun got me crippled" or any other phrase of your choice. The important thing is that logic should be maintained. Everything else is just nonsense.

Now some of you who take pride in proclaiming their status as committed and now feel bad calling themselves, wait, you dont have to feel bad about anything. You can still call yourself committed etc. Just that the phases before and after should now be called "aquiring locks" and "roll-backed". Its really very easy to understand. Before you commit, you aquire locks on a resource i.e. get possessive and think only about one boy/girl. If the commit doesnt work well and your relationship breaks you roll-back to aquiring locks :D.

Like I said, logic sould be maintained.

To all those who read this post :- I am sorry but I cant help writing such posts and feel happy about it.

Bad Luck Jokes and Reality

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disclaimer :- all comics are based on real incidents.

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If I think about it, I feel that I had three very lucky mornings in college. But in the end i think it all went wrong coz of bad luck.

I am sometimes ashamed at the things I think were my high points.

Thinking about past is stupid and now talking about past, I remember the very amazing glass of juice i had this afternoon.

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Damn! Now I feel stupid as well as ashamed.

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Search is on, as usual

Some people devote years and years looking for things they really believe in. Every waking moment of theirs is spent in fighting for that something. But sometimes they get so used to this struggle and wait that they forget what they will do once, if ever, they get what they want. Their whole lives are so intervowen with their search that after their victory the drill to detatch themselves from the habbits and practices of their quest is a tougher job for them. Some who realise this, at a sub-concious level do not wish to actually win.

For example :-

1. The Naxalites :- The naxalite moment is still on in some states like orrissa and Andhra Pradesh. But it has now reduced to only few people who have no other thing to do in life. They have become dacoits and have absolutely no clue what they will do in case they are given a chance to run a government. 

2. Communist Party :- very similiarly they have no clue about their policies on issues other than preaching anti-americanism, if they actually ever win a general election. 

3. Man's best friend :- Dogs. They keep sniffing here and there for something. I am absolutely sure that even if a dog is able to find what its ancestors have been looking for, it will not believe that it has ended a search which was on since times so so long back.

and last but not the least.

4. Yours truly  :- )

Web Comic :)

Sandesa

ek dhaage ke sire se bandhi

soch ko yun kheench lo

ke dekho jaise ru ba ru

aankh ko yun meench lo

hawa jo chhuu le tumhien kabhi

wo mera hi ehsaas hai

sunoge mere geet bhi

dhadkano ki jo aawaz hai

daro na faaslo se ab

ke pal do pal ki baat hai

jo ek baar thaan lo

fir zindagi ka saath hai

The important thing is how quickly you adapt.

Not making sense

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ho chuke tumhare kab se
hain mere ye khayal sab
hain aankhon mien harek pal
tumhare hi ye khwaab bas

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There are times in a conversation when you know that you have stopped making any sense at all. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such points and STOPS.

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have said all that you wanted to say but the other person might still not understand you at all. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such points and explains them again.

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have said all that you wanted but the other person doesn't wish to listen to them or ignores all what you have said or just pretends that he is still oblivious to your intentions. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such persons and shakes them and says, HELLLLLOOOOO. WAKE UP YOU DUMB FUCK. IT IS FOR YOU THAT I HAVE BEEN GOING ON AND ON AND ON. Or one should just move on.

Whatever.

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Ab I LOVE YOU bhi CAPS mien kahu kya?

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I think the bullet above spoiled what could have been a pretty OK OK post.
What ya think?

I don't give a fuck what you think.

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I think i am not making much sense. I should STOP.

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Sapne Sach Hote Hain

Ek din sapne mien wat lag gayi.

Agle din ho gaya sach mien and obviously fir se wat lag gayi.

WTF.

And i officially HATE this blog now.

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Fuck off dumb Alice.

drunken delights

i dont want to crawl out your windows.

your window sucks.

but i still want to googli moogli mush you every morning, noon, evening.

i love you.

but today is the last day.

i am shut up after this.

this is just my fucking bad luck...

i hope i learn.

i will learn i will learn.

100

The century post.

It was supposed to be all happy and celebratory and self congratulatory. But how i feel right now has just reiterated the fact that not everything works out the way you want it to.

Life has taken a turn. I have a job now, but all things are different from what I wanted them to be.
I live in a new city and I cant even count the number of ways this city has turned out to be different from what I expected.
The house I live in is black if what I asked for was white. I don't even want to start about the things I have had to adjust myself according to.

Its not that I am complaining. Somethings have actually worked out better. Its just that there is total uncertainty. Even if you take into account all the variables and try to calculate even remotely what turn the future will take, you are just bound to guess wrongly the right amount of chemical X. Some people call it 'luck', but i don't think I really want to use the word. Using bad-luck will be a bad omen but luck is a little too optimistic for me. So chemical X it is, The secret ingredient that may fuck your life or make you the king of some fancy oil-rich country.

Uncertainty was the topic my room mate wanted me to write about and I had said no to him straight away and I had started with a different thing in my mind. But now I can see the effect of chemical X.

There is one more thing i will like to say in this post. Many people think they know all about it. But guys, you don't even know half of the shit. But let me drop you a hint. Almost all of it is bad and almost all of it is totally opposite to what you think it is. You are not even close. Also, it is not what I wanted/expected but is totally what I expected/wanted but I am/am not happy with it. So please relax. There are things going on, which you will never understand and lets let it stay at that.

Things may end, they may start
only few things make your world fall apart
if you have them they don't really act
but from far away they must react

Things may end, they may not really start
nonetheless your world still falls apart
to look for them is to face their wrath
and to kill one self in the aftermath

things may end, they may really... really end
your world falls apart but you still defend
a stupid conviction of something that is true
but a surer conviction that the thing is you

I will ramble on a little more, coz well... its 100 today.
I believe that poetry is like the most ancient type of cryptography. What has been said might not make any sense to you but maybe it is intended for someone else, who the poet thinks will surely understand. But the only mistake the poet might be committing is over-estimating the deciphering ability of the intended party. I mean if Bob is not sure that Alice will understand his message, there is hardly any reason why he should take the pains for writing an unbreakable code. But poets are usually sentimental crazy cryptographers who feel that their Alices are the smartest dames around. Sometimes they even do it for preserving the science or art but that is not the case we are talking about, so leave that. Also I could never understand the difference between science and art. I was also not good at either. So the reader may take his own pick and excuse me for this slight digression.

I am facing a related problem these days. I think my message has been understood but the results have been rather unexpected and unfavorable. I should add that I was not expecting much. This might be the doing of chemical X which in my case hasn't done any good so far. However I still am not sure about the deciphering ability of my Alice. I also don't know which is a more serious problem, dumb Alice or the chemical affected Alice. Or could it be the case that I have a dumb Alice with blood group X+. Some problems just drive me crazy.

One day, the phoenix may really die
one day, the heavens may just conspire
take shape from nothing, he cant
ashes aren't left behind every fire

oh worldly wise, oh cautious one
keep them safe, keep them wrapped
the thread rolls that you throw away, coz
the knot wont hold the threads once snapped

hey there alice.

The Wrong Way

From the grammar to the choice of words, i was
sometimes objected, mostly rejected and always dejected
I was told to change my language oft
somehow a wrong art I had perfected

My words when written in verse seemed worse
than the tales of my worries and cares
my prayers of love were always found
on the receiving end of cold stares

However, to be with you, the truth remains
I could play your fool again
At the wrong place, at the wrong time always
my searches for you end in vain

Nafrat...

yaad aa janda hai oh din jado tu aaya par mil ke nahi gaya
ghaer te modhe te tera sir jhukeya reha
nahi wich mere himmat hun koi daleel sunan di
teri adalat wich jhooth hi jitt.da reha

phull gulaab da ishq tere nu samajh baitha c, par
kisi puraani kitaab wich kho jaan kabil hi reha
har war jad tun wada karke nahi aaya
kande v teri bewafayi de chunda reha

nafrat da hakdaar je tun mainu samajh leya hai
faer kiwein es ehsaas nu mada kahaan
dil wich tees jehi uth khad.di hai kade kade
par chahunda haan ke ese agg wich sad.da rahaan

suneya hai ke teri nafrat teri wafa nalo sachchi hai
hun nafrat wich hi wafa di udeek la baithaan
aake ik ghut zeher da de jaaveen, muka javeen
kite nafrat wich v dhoka na kha baithaan

Moving On

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First post from Noida.

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Moving on was not turning out to be as easy as he had hoped for. He had moved to a different city and his life had taken a turn for good. He had no other option.

Sometimes you will just die to have an option.

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What was I thinking. Every night he said these words to himself, just before he was about to sleep. He wanted to be practical.

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Whenever he thought about practicality, cracker chocolates came to his mind. He never liked them. It was an unnecessary innovation. The whole point of chocolate was defeated. There was always a hard part within the soft exterior. It was so much like practicality. He never liked it.

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till i get a net connection

Keep Me In Your Heart For A While -- Warren Zevon

bye bye...

I am leaving Chandigarh tomorrow.
Chandigarh was good and will be immensely missed.
A long post was supposed to come up about my last 22 yrs here in this city beautiful but got busy with all the winding up of stuff here.
Probably later.

Lets see how Noida fares.
Next post from there.

Aww Crap

Reading horoscope on a Sunday morning was never such a heart break.
I am so convinced that knowing future sucks.

and also happy friendship day everyone. Blah Blah Blah.
Some of you are good and some of you are just right of the top fantastic.
I hate some of you but its alright, coz friends do that, i guess.

Mere Din Raat

wo behke behke raat din
har sham nashe mein duubna
mere hoth nam tere hoth nam
har jaam unpe tootna

hum bekhudi mein iskadar
khuda se khud pe aa gaye
bas tere maeqade mein mumkin
khuda se khud ka chhootna
wo behke behke raat din...

zaeb kuch amal bhi na kar saka
apni aarzoo pe aye sanam
fir kis zulm ki hai ye saza
bin baat tera roothna

In memory of the days when we were together and life was beautiful.

Kya Farak Padta Hai?

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Farak to padta hai bhai.

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Sad Song Love Song

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i know this guy
and i hate him so
that i want to kill him
with an arrow and a bow

we go to one office
and we work all day
the bosses also like him
i want to run away

he plays all the games
and he is good at them too
i write sad songs
but the listners are few

he thinks he is cool
and he thinks he is smooth
we both love a girl
and she shares his view :(

he is loved by all
and he has many friends
i sit all alone
waiting for the shit to end

this is my story
i wrote it on a whim
but the mother fuckin shit is
its all about him

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i know this girl
and i love her so
its like cupid hit us
with and arrow and a bow

we go to one office
and we work all day
when it gets un-romantic
we run away

she plays all the games
and she is good at them too (ahem)
i write love songs
coz our love is true

she wants a pool
and she thinks its cool
we both picked a home
which has a wonderful view

she is loved by all
and i also have some friends
we hang out together
i hope it never ends

this is my story
i wrote it in a spur
the most wonderful thing is
its all about her

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Kya Yar Aise Bhi Koi Karta Hai

Har guzarish sath chalne ki thukra chuke ho
kyun puchhte ho ke fir kab milenge

Thoda sach aur...

There is this thing about being in love with you which I completely and absolutely hate. Its not the part where you don't know I love you. Its not even the part where I know I cant have you, even for a tiny winy time in my life.
Its the part where after some days i get to know this little fact about you and then I just cant believe that what a stupid idiot I was in believing otherwise. The best part is that you don't lie to me. I can't blame you even a little for this rip-your-chest-and-crush-your-heart state I get myself into every time. Its only my naivete that leads me to believe in something, which is mostly the way i want the things to be. Why? Why? Why?

Goddammitt Why?

Deep down my heart I was afraid that this would happen and deep down my heart i was wishing for this day to not happen this time. But, I don't know why and how and for what fucking god damn reason, by evening I had myself convinced that all my fears were baseless and my worries without reason.

Why did I not think of it earlier? It has happened before also. How could I even hope that you wont do it again? Bloody hell !!! everything is falling into place now. I can see at least some of the steps.

See, You are You and I forget that every time. It had to happen and it did. Only problem, I got to know of it today and out of my own stupid doing.

I hate you... because you were there.

Kab sudhroge?
Kab bakshoge?
Kab nikloge mere sar se bahar?
Fuck Fuck Fuck

I want to leave this place.
Bahut ho gaya.
Bas !

Pardes...

wo waade pe waade kiye ja rahe hain

jo jaane lage hain sheher chhod kar

wo kehte hain kuch din magar jhoot hai
kuch umeedo ka kadwa zeher chhod kar

hoga raqeeb khuskismat bahut
jo jaate hain wo mera dil tod kar

na zamaane se chhupte hain mere ashq ab
wo bikhre pade hain kisi mod par

zaeb zinda bache ye mumkin nahi
wo jayenge telism.e.nazar ka kehar chhod kar




~<0>~ Abhi na jao chhod kar ~<0>~

Ta Da...

I

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am singing

challa gutt ik lammi
asi supne si chummi
hoyi neeyat si annhi
asa dil di si manni
ve gall sun challeya
hun de lae jehdi deni hai saza

rabbi shergill's latest album

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am reading

a book on cold war (just finished)
isaac asimov foundation series (just started)
lance armstrong's autobiography (middle)

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am playing

dheere dheere se meri zindagi mein aana on harmonica (almost)
comfortably numb on guitar (pretty well)
age of empires 2 on pc (losing but learning)

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am writing

some poems (:P)
some ghazal(s) (they are different)
no stories as of now [ :( i wanna]

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am painting

on canvas (big panga taken)

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am dancing

like chandler.

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My Country

this country i rule is everywhere
this country i seek is nowhere to be seen
its the land where the mind explodes
dreams ideas thoughts all cease to be

blue to red violet to pink
the suns chariot is about to flee
the sky turns inside out every night
the fires light up when the moon is free

heroes and villains worship the only flame
they chant the dark music under the lonely tree
certain freedoms the gods always fear
the Satan doesn't seem to disagree

its the mindless magician
that is you
its the mindless magician
that was me

When Shit hits the Roof

I can right now think of so many different permutations and combinations of fuck and shit. The First one is fuckinshit. You can figure out the rest as homework.

I need to improve my concentration... where is Hitler baba? I need to be in his camps.

Pardes

The post which was supposed to come up today will not be published because of some stupid doings on my part. Inconvenience is not regretted. The stupid doings are.

Pardes will be up someday.

Pure Narcotic By Porcupine Tree

You keep me waiting
You keep me alone in a room full of friends
You keep me hating
You keep me listening to the Bends

No amount of pointless days
Can make this go away

You have me on my knees
You have me listless and deranged
You have me in your pocket
You have me distant and estranged

No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away

I'm sorry that, I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to

You find me wanting
You find me bloodless but inspired
You find me out
You find me hallucinating fire

No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away

Have we ever been here before?
Running headlong at the floor
Leave me dreaming on a railway track
Wrap me up and send me back

Its been a while

Its been a really long long time
since we walked through the hills
our shadows in the moonlight
we were victims of free will

you would close your eyes and whisper
will i hold your hands forever
and my eyes will gently sparkle
saying we will be together

time is such a punisher
and the distance makes me tremble
it was so much like a fairytale
well fate is just a gamble

but the hills still stay
and the moon still shines
waiting for us they talk to each other
i can still hear your whisper
and my eyes sometime sparkle
but if i could only hold your hands tonight
and forever

Crazy Minds At Work

there are no options
the night is still young
memory about lost love is not good
i am not sure what i feel
i dont know what i did
pray that i dont regret it
am i supposed to say such things
and i cant stop thinking that
i am pyscho and bloody liar
and i need some ammo
i dont fucking know what to do
i start a new conversation
when others dry up
i make the rules
so shut up
coz you just got lucky baby

P.S. :- This poem is entirely made of lines i said to people while chatting with them last night. If it makes any sense to you please use the comments section to share your interpretation. If it does not make any sense please leave your email id in the comments section.

Only for grown ups...

Sham hui to ghar se nikle
Main, babuji aur chunmun
Saer sapata aur masti karne
Sun.ne sham ki meethi dhun

Pahele boli chidiya rani
Main chali hun apne ghar
Daana lekar, cheen cheen karke
Aur faila k apne par

Fir mila humein kala kauwa
Bola hun main bada sayana
Kaayein kaayein cheekhta raha
meetha soch ke apna gaana

andhera jab Ghana ho gaya
ullu uth ke khada ho gaya
jugnu bhi jhaadi k peeche
kabhi jala kabhi fuse ho gaya

hai achaa sehat ke liye
roz sham ko masti karna
raat jo laye aisi adbhut cheezein
raat se bhala fir kyun darna

KL SGP last part

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Singapore is OK. Thats what many souvenir tshirts say.
Well i say Singapore is pretty good. The city is very clean. Nice places to hang out. Great places to shop. Tourists are treated very well. Hardly any crime. Not to forget... very green. Also, Indian food is very easily available making it a very fav place of mine.

Another great thing about sgp is that people follow rules. You go anywhere you will see people not breaking queues, not spoiling public property, not jumping traffic lights and giving way to pedestrians and the vehicles on their right. One might think that it is a very boring and unadventurous way to live. What is the fun in not running over a clueless person on road every morning while rushing to work. What is the fun in not honking the horn every two seconds when most of the times you are just trying to be musical in the stressful traffic. But, if one thinks again, following rules has made singapore what it is today. It is OK.

I guess the reason we Indians don't follow rules is because we dont want to be JUST ok.

~<0>~

We went to a very popular tourist attraction in SGP known as the Night Safari. They take you on a tour around the zoo in the night time so you can see what the animals do at night in their natural surroundings. Although it seems like encroaching privacy of wild animals, it is actually not. They are kept in enclosures which are well lit and all the natural surroundings are artificial. So they are not doing anything which requires any privacy, ergo we are not encroaching privacy of wild animals.
The best thing about this night safari is that you can choose how you want to see it. You can either take a tram (more popular because a guide accompanies you) or you can just walk on some trails which take you around some specific area of the park. Its a good and new experience. I dont think they have night safari anywhere in India.

~<0>~

Everything in Singapore is artificial. If there is a jungle its artificial. Even some parts of the island are artificial. The island is very small so they are creating more space by reclaiming the land from sea.

~<0>~

Useless point above hunh...
Useless point this hunh :P

~<0>~

An Interesting incident (Total facts. Jokes happen in real life)

When we were coming back from the night safari, We had to share taxi with another family. The couple was kinda young and had two little boys. I was sitting with the Mrs who had one of the boys in her lap. She was explaining to him that how her father in law was his grandfather and his fathers father and why he had two sets of grandparents and only one set of parents. I had nothing else to do so i was listening the rebuttal from the child to his the mom's each argument.
Everything was going well untill, out of the blues, this happened.

Kid: Mom, what is a Bikini?
Mom: What?
Kid: What is a Bikini?
Mom: Where did you learn this word from?
Kid: Dad was saying something to bhaiya?
Mom(to Dad): rajiv, ye dekho kya bol raha hai. Now tell him what a bikini is.
Dad: what?
Mom: haan haan rajiv batao.
( At this point i was so tempted to chip in with... haan haan rajiv batao but i was biting my own tongue to stop myself from laughing)
Dad: Ummm...
Mom: Tumhien kitni bar kaha hai bacho se aisi baat mat kiya karo. Ab bata to do bechare ko kya hoti hai Bikini.
Dad: Driver please take us to some McDonalds near the hotel.

This continued for two more minutes after which our stop came. But it was a hell of a ride back to the hotel.

~<0>~

The first things...

The first few things that i saw/noticed/felt when i reached India

We had a transit at Trivandrum. The first thing i saw here was the board which proudly declared the airport to be an ISO certified. I wanted to congratulate the airport management for clearing the exam. But i tell you, they had cheated.

When we landed at IGI airport delhi an announcement from the cockpit said, "we are sorry for the inconvenience. Our spot has been taken by some other plane. We will have to wait for the other plane to vacate the terminal." Could this be anymore Indian. I was reminded of so many times that i had reserved my seat in a bus by throwing a handkerhief through the window and so many other times when i had lost a seat to a handkerchief already lying there. Probably the pilot from the other plane had also done the same. Dropped his handkerchief from the sky and booked his spot.

When we finally reached inside the airport there was only one counter(immigration) where people had queued up. The officer at the adjacent counter was sitting very vehla. This was another example of our innate Indianness. No one was willing to even ask the officer at the other counter if his counter was open. Finally when he himself saw his hapless colleague at the other counter he called some of the passengers to his side. All hell broke loose and he ended up with a queue of his own. There were only four people left at the other counter. :)

During all this queuing and dequeueing a young girl started to talk to my mom about all this commotion and chaos. She was also wondering why I was smiling as much as I was. When she ended her speech about all the Khappkhaana and gand that was going on there, i just asked her,"aapko maza nai aa raha?". She smiled back, when she finally figured out why i was smiling.

The First thing i felt when i reached India was Pride.
I am a proud Indian.

~<0>~

There are no power cuts in SGP.
There were four while i was writing this post.

Still proud.

~<0>~

Kl SGP part 2

~<0>~

We had our first night at the Genting Highlands, a theme park built on some hills with 5 hotels built around it. The hotels are all interconnected and you dont have to walk much as there are lifts and escalators at every few feet and also at every few feet are showrooms of many of the best brands of the world. Feels good in Genting.

~<0>~

The first thing you see in Genting is lot of Chinkis and the different kinds of them. Yes, there are many varieties. Short, tall, weird clothes, weird hairdos, barely covered, with burqas and so many more.

You just could not help staring at them. They also try to stare back at you. But, with their eyes, they just embarrass themselves.

~<0>~

Confession :- I was a rascist before i went on the trip. Now I am not :) they changed my mind.

~<0>~

KL SGP cont...

~<0>~
First things first, India is the bestest place in the world. I had a gala time for these past few days but i missed MY country every minute and every second.

~<0>~

I spotted the first hot babe two hours after leaving home. The second sighting was at IGI airport when a group of chinki air hostesses came chirping into the departure terminal. Sadly they were not from our airlines. My airline, Sri Lankan, had a very weird cabin crew. The air hostesses were not goodlooking and wore pathetic make-up. On each flight there was a air hostess who was FAT and much older than the rest. She was most probably the in-charge. It felt as if i was watching some kotha scene from an old hindi movie.
A very beautiful maem was sleeping at Bandarnaike Airport. After reaching KL it was a deluge of beautiful girls( all chinkis though) and it rained till the very last in Singapore.

~<0>~

At IGI my dad started a chat with a person who was headed to dubai. Heres a brief description: medium height, untidy hair, very simple clothing, wearing chappals and other signs of a common laborer. It seemed as if he had no knowledge whatsoever of the english language. Later on the guy told Dad that he had two passports and proudly showed them to us for inspection. He also disclosed how he smuggled some stuff from Middle East during his last visit. In the end he gave me a 10 dinar note as a gift and made us write his dubai contact. He touched Dads feet when we got up to leave for boarding our flight. Jolly good fellow.

~<0>~

Some one please chalan the pilot of my flight from delhi to colombo

~<0>~

KL SGP diaries

i will be posting some experiences and observations from my recent visit to south east asia.

coming soon...

The man with two passports.

Bye Again

leaving for KL today. Be back on 15th...
take care and cya sometime soon...

pbhhhttt...

years it took to know you
it took moments to forget
i know i said i loved you
now i say it with regret

how beautiful you were back then
and look at you now, you twit
how alone you seem now
but when you had love, you blew it

you wear those glitzy dresses
still how naked you feel
just do one thing to help yourself
get a life, get real

its easy money you always wanted
well you got it and got rich
i just got this one word for you
you mother fuckin B.I.T.C.H

Question Answers

Q1. Why do we ask the questions we already know the answers to?
Q2. How do people still manage to give a different answer?
Q3. Why dont you ever believe what they say?
Q4. How do you start believing them?
Q5. Why do we ask again n again?
Q6. Why in the name of GOD?
(and last but not the least)
Q7. What the fuck?

Ans: The examiner has set the questions in the form of a Bloody inverted Pyramid.
Is he mad?
(...yup...)

What the fuck?
(being rhetorical eh?)


Ps :- The whole post resembles a glass of martini. Which i badly need.
Pps:- See i told you. Sab waisa sa hi hai.
Ppps:- This post would not have come up, but for some factors and... wait for it... outcomes.

Hmmm...

Am leaving for a trip to Lahaul Spiti.

Baki sab waisa sa hi hai...

Bye Bye :)

Lets Sober Up

Its been a long long time. We were drunk like this for ages. The hope clouded our vision and the promises of a beautiful morning one day, had destroyed any trace of reason we could have used to save ourselves. The lemon twirls of false assurances hid the taste of the bitter liquor of what really was coming our way. Our steps got fuddled and we spoke a strange tongue. No one understood anyone. Everyone just smiled. Sang songs. Made merry.

But slowly a delirium is setting in. The psychedelic is changing into psychosis. The laughter that can be heard in the courtyard, is turning into cries of dreams being shattered against the hard walls of truth. Everyone is poking finger in their own puck and looking for that piece of luck that once was inside our guts. Too much hope, they say, fucks you up too much.

Lets wake up now, from this stupid dream to the nightmare we have created around ourselves. Coz we went to sleep when the promises were being made, coz we closed our eyes to the unfairness of the deal , we now have to save our souls from this mire of lies and deceit. Lets wake up to reality for just this once. Lets sober up to the truth.

Sach Jhoot Khwahishyien Sach

~~

Sach...

Kuch khayal aapke man ke ek andhere kone mein pade rehte hain. Roz ki bhaag daud mien shayadun khayalo par dhool ki ek parat jam jaati hai. Aap ka dhyan us andhere kamre mien pade us chhote se dibbe par kabhi nahi jata.Aap nahi chahte k wo dibba kabhi bhi khule aur usmien chhupa diye gaye, daba diye gaye sach bahar aayein. Un sachchaayeeon ko bhool jane k liye hi shayad aap wo dibba le kar aaye the. Kuch had tak ye koshish kamyaab ho jati hai lekin har waqt, ye maloom zaroor rehta hai ke wo dibba kaha pada hai. Un sachchaayeeon ki ek Dhundli si tasveer bhi aankho k aage hamesha bani rehti hai lekin hamesha andekhi kar di jaati hai.

Aur... ek din, jab aap apne kaam mein masroof hote ho, koi ajnabee ya koi dost aapse milne aata hai. Chai k cup k sath gup shup chal rahi hoti hai aur ek dam se wo dost kuch aisa bol jata hai ke aapke chai k cup mein sirf kadwa zeher hi bachta hai. Koi nam, koi jagah ya fir ek ghatna jo us wyakti ke liye koi khaasiyat nahi rakhti, uska zikr aate hi apke chehre ki rangat ud jati hai kyunki, wo sach jise chhupane ke liye aapne itni koshish ki thi, jis sach ki hond se hi aap inkaar kar chuke the, wo sach ek ajnabee ne aapke saamne khol ke rakh dia. Aur... aapko aisa mehsoos hota hai ke maano kisi ne aapke seene mein dhadak rahe dil ko apni hatheli mein pakad kar masal diya hai. Wo dibba jise aapne duniya ki hi kya, apni nazro se bhi chhupa k rakha tha. Wo dibba ab fir se din ki roshni mein aa jata hai... aur uske andar ka daraawna sach aapke zehen ko kharonchta rehta hai... Lahoo luhaan kar deta hai.

~<0>~

Jhoot...

Kai bar use bhool jane ki koshish ki par har baar bas, uske baare mein sochta raeh gaya.

Kabhi kabhi hum ek jhoot par apni saari ummeed, saari khushiyan aur apna saara sukoon tika dete hain. Aapka poora wajood jaise us jhoot ko bachaane mein juta rehta hai. Har pal yehi dar man pe chhaya rehta hai k kahi is jhoot ka parda fash na ho jaye. Saara din, nazrei aisi kisi bhi cheez se bachti rehti hain jo is jhoot ke mayajal ko tod degi. Ek jhoot ko bachaane ke liye na jaane kitne hi sach andekhe kar diye jaate hain. Par shaq ka palda, har aise sach ki wajha se bhaari hota rehta hai. Baar baar jaise koi aapki kisi bahut azeez cheez ko aapse chheen lena chahta hai. Lekin ab bhi man, sach maan.ne ko tyar nahi hota. Us jhoot ko zindagi se jodti ek bareek si dor ko kas kar pakde rehta hai.

Aur ab, jab sach mere zehen par baar baar dastak de raha hai. Main samajh nahi pa raha hun ke kya is ek sach ko maan lun, aur apni zindagi ke kitne hi pal is haqeeqat ki bali chadha dun. Ya fir majboori ka bahana banakar us jhoot ko zinda rakhu. Kya main almari mein pade wo khat jala dun? ya fir jo phool ab bhi kisi purani kitab mein milte rehte hain, unke sahaare ye sochta rahu k... Hum fir milenge.

Han shayad... yehi kaha tha tumne.

...ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa...

~<0>~

Khwahishyien...

....kaash...
har pal tumhare sath rehta
ghanto tumhein dekh sakta
...kaash...
ijazat hoti tumhein baho mein bharne ki
ijazat hoti tumhare baalo ko sehlane ki
...kaash...
har subha tumhare naam se shuru hoti
har rat tumhare sath mein khatam hoti
...kaash...
tum roz rooth jati
aur tumhein roz manaata
...kaash...
ek hi kitab se kuch phalsaphe tumhein suna k
ghanto unko lekar tum mujhse behas karti,
aur main har bar haar man leta
aur tum mujhe has kar meri jeet ka inaam deti
...kaash...
tum mere pass hoti
aur main tumhein keh sakta
k han tum se hi zindagi hai
...kaash...

...hazaro khwahishyein aisi...

~<0>~

Sach...

how small a part of her life i could see
how small a part oh her life i could be

...sach...

~<0>~

Happy Birthday To Me :)

yup... lots of cakes coming up.

Because I love Comics.
Before blowing the candles... Prayer goes like this.

God ! you know what i want.

A cake and a cake kaatne wali.

Cake is a Lie in RED
The cake says Happy B'day Anthony.

So happy birthday to anthony too.

Thanks Everyone for tolerating me for 22 yrs.

I know sometimes it is hard.

But if you come to my home... i will treat you with a Cake...

But did someone say... cake is a lie.

Who could that be? beats me.

birthday mood is kicking in... so gudnyt.

Song of the Day :- Three little birds by Bob Marley.

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PS: probably the song wont play. Something with esnips...

Tidbits

~<0>~

Pyar k is registan mein
Nazar aate ho ek mrig-trishna ki tarah
Chhoone ko haath aage kiya
To garam raet ungliyo se fisalti mehsoos hui

Bhatakta raahi hun, lekin kabhi kabhi
miljaate hain nishan
teri hond ke
aur apni bebasi ke

Kabhi suraj aur tapta din
Kabhi Chand aur sard raat
Humsafar to ye bhi nahi

dard bas ek aadat hai (haah !)

koi umeed nai (obviously)

lekin chaahat to hai (Fuck)

~<0>~

Black Magic eyes

She's gotta world to win
She's gotta world to fight
She's got the perfect weapon
Its her Black Magic Eyes


Coming soon... the eye witness account of the massacre.

~<0>~

You dont need vodka
You dont need beer
You dont need Scotch
You dont need cigarettes anymore

kyunki...

aarahe hain Krazzy 4...

~<0>~

Psychedelia

us din bilkul nai pi thi...
but maza bada aya tha...

you just have to think about her.


~<0>~

if nothing else i will start writing dialogues for b-grade movies.

"mera naam hai gulla"

gulla ki jaana main kaun...

~<0>~

Stop asking who/what RED is?
I wont tell
you wont get it
no point

~<0>~

Everyone has the right to his/her fucked up state.

~<0>~

b'day
exams
and RED

maza aayega

~<0>~

Neend kaisi aati hai?
Kabhi gehri kabhi uchti...



~<0>~

...Kubool hai...

~<0>~

Lessons in Cryptography

Code RED can not be broken

~<0>~

dil jis cheez ko haan kehta hai, zehen usi ko kehta hai na
ishq mein uff! yeh khud hi se ladna ek saza hai seene mein
Aawarapn banjarapan
Ek khala hai seene mein

Well Its out there...

On some nights crazy minds are at work
They call half the people on their contact list and say stupid crazy things.
But you dont put such information on the Internet...
Coz once you put it there, you cant take it back. Its not yours anymore, its public.
It stays there... for everyone to take notice and say

Oops..

Oops! i just put it on the In'ernet.
Well I guess the crazy minds are working overnight.

PS :- Its also the last day at college today. Isn't supposed to be a happy day. Well the start is in accordance with the expected.

Coffee K(l)icks...

(featuring BATMAN's and SPIDEY's Coffee)

My Love

Jab tum nahi hoti mere pass

To aksar chaand se baatien kar leta hun

Kaafi dosti ho gayi hai hum dono mien

Bas tumhari hi baatein karta hun

Aur jab jab bhi main kehta hun use

Ke tum sab se khoobsurat ho

Wo koshish karta hai k aur chamak jaye

Kabhi kabhi aag sa laal ho uth.ta hai

Kabhi kabhi heere se bhi tez damak.ta hai

Par har baar use munh ki khaani padti hai

Kyunki har baar main use samjhata hun

Ke tum mere liye ek taare c chamakti ho

Bahut duur hokar bhi

Mujhe akele raahi ko raah dikhati ho

Disha deti ho meri bhatki zindagi ko

Jab tum mere pas nahi hoti

To aksar chand se baatien kar leta hun

Par aaj wo bhi baadlo ki ot mein chhupa baitha hai

Tum hi batao, ye raat kaise basar hogi

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When you are away o dear one

I often talk to the moon

We have become good friends now

I talk about you

And every time I say that you are beautiful

It tries to outshine what I say of you

Sometimes it burns red with jealousy

Sometimes it glows like a diamond

But every time it fails

Every time I tell the moon that you are a star

Your love shines even when you are far

Guiding this lonely walker, guiding my life

When you are away o dear one

I often talk to the moon

But I can’t see it tonight

So tell me o loved one

How will this night pass?

SaB gadbad hai

Sab galat ho raha hai

Kal, I did not even read the webcomics i read daily.

shut...

:-s

Factors, Outcomes and now... Contradictions. Mast na...
but nai hai.

dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai
aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai

love me oh!

where the time ends
and the seven worlds meet
i look for you
my love, my dear, my sweet

The stairs to heaven
I climb as well
they lead not to you
its an unending hell

emptiness surrounds me
where ever i go
but i love you so
i know, i know ,i know

To look for you, oh fairie
in this realm
of reality, practicality, formality
its a dream, a dream, a dream

all seasons have gone
of rain and draught
of ice and fire
of pain i sought
my vice my desire

where are you
when i look for you

where are you
when i look for you

Nights, days
weeks, months
years and eons
have gone, have gone

since i saw you
since i smiled
since i touched you
since i died
to be born again
in your arms
since i walked oh dear one
by your side, by your side

love me oh
love me please
love me well
wont you? ... please

coz i am colorblind
in this world of colors
coz i am all alone
in friends, in foes, in lovers

walk alone i must
till i see you again
walk alone i must
till you love me again

these footsteps in sand
will get washed away by the sea
so love me now
its meant to be
coz i have heard the folklores sing
of me and you, of you and me

-- Zaeb

Where Gods Live

(Stairway To Heaven)
(Another Shot Of RED)
(Life is So On The Rocks)

Red ..

Thanks to an old pal.
I recieved a shot of RED tonight.

Invigorating...

P.S. -- Those who dont get it, its not meant for you.
Those who know what it means... ok whatever.

Neend...

नींद


जब तुम्हारी थकी थकी पलकें
बंद होकर खुलती हैं
जैसे नींद ने चौकठ से आवाज़ दी हो
और तुम, वापिस आई हो
मुझे बुलाने के लिए, सपनो की उस दुनिया में


होठो पे हरकत करती वो मंद सी मुस्कान
खींच लेती है मुझे
जैसे वादा कर रही है मुझसे कोई
और तुम, मेरे काँधे पर हाथ रखती हो
मुझे बुलाने के लिए, सपनो की उस दुनिया में


अधूरी रह जाती है मेरी कहानी हर रोज़
एक बंद कलम, एक अधूरे काग़ज़ पर
जैसे अधूरा होता हूँ में तुम्हारे बिना
और तुम, लिख देती हो मेरे हाथ पर अपना नाम
मुझे बुलाने के लिए, सपनो की उस दुनिया में

I do Not Love You... By pablo neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

--- pablo neruda

Love song (Supposedly)

every day
we keep drifting away
when you read a book
and i just strum my guitar
just not to speak
just not to stay
so baby lemme write a song for you
once again

i know
you got a job and a hefty pay
when my gig is still on the hook
and i just strum my guitar
just let me wait
its all i can do, (for now)
but baby lemme write a song for you
once again

i know
you got friends n what they say
but i remember that look
when i d strum my guitar
just to make you speak
just to make you stay
so baby lemme write a song for you
once again


Coz i cant talk much
and million things he can say
but baby words had no meaning
when i d strum my guitar
and i know its not my way
i just cant say i love you
but baby lemme sing it for you
the song i just wrote for you

Aadat...

teri hasi se judi hai saansein meri
tujhe aadat kahun ya mohabbat
dar iska nahi ke tu be-wafa hoga
dar hai ke wafa mein jal jaunga
na rok hi lun khudko had-e-shauq se pahle
ise himmat kahun ya fitrat
teri hasi se...

Quotes...

"If we all learned what we should learn, the first time round, we wouldn’t need love."

"Jealousy, like the flawed love that bears it, has no respect for time or space or wisely reasoned argument. Jealousy can raise the dead with a single, spiteful taunt, or hate a perfect stranger for nothing more than the sound of his name."

"...when we fall in love with someone our greatest fear is that they wont love us back,what we should fear instead is that we wont stop loving them.."

-- from Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

Studying... DND... Can't... Fuck...

~<0>~

Exams Start tomorrow, and i am not able to study at all. Its nothing new but i am a little scared. I don't even know what time the exam starts. And blogging one night before is a new new.

I also read all previous posts of a web-comic. Two yrs old to the latest. It was very cynical. I loved it.

~<0>~

I ate very less today. I am on a diet since yesterday and for i don't know when.
This is Public acceptance of the fact that i have become a big fat... something.
But when i had my dinner... OMG... It was such a heavenly feeling.
I could hear the first bite going down my tummy and hit the tummy floor after swimming/sinking through the tummy sea.

~<0>~

But food... it was the best today.
I had chilly cheese with chappatis and raw carrots(for fiber) and curd with boondi.
What do they call boondi in english?
Wonder if they have boondi abroad.
Things like these reassure me that i never wanna go abroad.
India is where boondi is, India is where i wanna be.

~<0>~

God help me tomorrow. I know that i made this point so i could not open that book for some more time.

~<0>~

God help everyone. ;-)

~<0>~

The Greatest Rockstar

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N. F. A. K.

.:Yeh Jo Halka Halka Suroor Hai:.

Its Better Than Vodka

Tadka...

The event

..featuring..

Band Taale

Jo suna karte the mere baawle pan ko
mere dost wo bas ab saaki ban kar raeh gaye
Khud-b-khud bol uth.ta tha ye man
par ab koi taala hai us par
jo sharab k bina nahi khulta
tere pyar mein nashemaan pada rehta tha din bhar
kai saaki badal chuka hun
saikdon maikhaane hi
par tere pyar sa suroor nahi ghulta

life.com

B: why are you lonely on orkut

S: mannat asks the same ques...
scheme???

B: yes...
i was online using his profile
:D

S: ohhh...
mast,,,

B: but why are you lonely

S: bcoz i am lonely...
in life...

B: ok...
send me the invite link to life...
i havent joined that site?
is it better than orkut..
how are the girls there ;)
???

___________________________________
Update:

S: tu bhi orkut pe lonely laga de...

B: nahi life mein laga rakha hai...

~ o Dyslexia o~

In silence you speak to me
In a storm i hear your sweet voice
If i close my eyes
The sound of you breathing
In darkness i see you
You are my bright sunshine
If you speak to me
The sight of your lips moving

...Keeps me going on...

Interpretations -
By a dyslexic kid: Jis se pyar hota hai us se hota nai hai, jis se pyar nai hota us se hota hai

By a smart kid in the same Class: Kavi kehta hai ke wo ek ladki ke pyar mein itna paagal ho chuka hai k ab use har jagah apni premika hi nazar aati hai. Ab wo akela hote hue bhi ye mehsus karta hai ke uski premika uske pass hai aur us se baatein kar rahi hai.

Has Have Had

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One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

Bob Dylan - Abandoned love

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Holidays are over and i was going over a certain previous post in which i had mentioned some things i would have loved to do in the last month and a half. Well, i did them in not exactly the same way i wanted to do them and the reason behind it was utter laziness...

1. I did not go out for a walk in the fog every night coz this time there wasnt much fog in the region.
2. I did go out with friends except on the days i was sleeping in the evening also.
3. I did not sleep till 10 am, read newspaper till 11 and watch tv till 1 pm but instead slept till 1 pm everyday.
4. I did not write anything good in the holidays and that can be seen from the very very lame posts that have been coming up here.
5. I had lots of coffee but did not walk back from the coffee shop. Used my car to carry me everywhere i went in the holidays.

But i did read one very good novel - Far from the madding crowd By Thomas Hardy
and also read a few Russian short stories. I don't know if there is any good Russian literature from the recent years. I also noticed that no one can bring out the pathos as good as the Russian authors of 18th century(i guess it is the time they wrote all the stuff dunno but it is not the point here so stop checking wikipedia). Chekov, Doestovesky, Pushkin et al. Loved reading some of their works.

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Some times you feel like having a bottle of beer right besides you all the time.

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I did not get the best subjects this sem. I hope that there is no prob on this front in this sem. I don want to worry about studying now in the last sem.

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Another lame post.

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There hasn't been any faltu fotugiri for a long time. Maybe i ll do some of it.

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PS :- The photo in the sidebar titled COLORFUL was designed by a friend who goes by the name of Manu Bajaj. The author of the blog is thankful.

50 :50

Holidays are soon gonna be over...
Hmmm...

This blog was never so lame.