What is love?
1. Life starts to look beautiful……in fact life reaches its zenith
2. The person becomes the most beautiful person in the world
3. Maybe you are the best flirt in the world but your body goes numb before that person
4. Cursing the cell phone battery as it did not lasted longer that 6 hours
5. Spending all your pocket money on calls
6. Going far to drop her home, you return home late and you are tired but all tiredness goes with 1 sms
7. Finding ways to escape from your best friends
8. Listening to songs and thinking that they are made for you
9. Even the Aphrodite looks nothing in comparison to her
10. Portraying yourself self in every love story
11. You start loving the pink color
12. It makes you love Sidney Sheldon
13. Two words are spelt 1000 times in a day “miss u n take care”
14. The dreadful idea of being deserted in an island seems to the best place in the world
15. When the most precious thing in the world is a word “ I love u”
16. Along with water food and air….. holding each other hands become basic necessity
17. Scolding your mate so bad that you start crying
18. Punching your hand in the wall
19. Crying becomes daily routine
20. Listening to last Christmas on n on
21. Cursing God for making you fall for that person
22. Asking god why me
23. Fighting with your friends and family
24. Being an non smoker you smoke up 10 cigarettes
25. Trying to hate a person so much that it makes u fall further in love
26. Swearing to God that you will never speak to him/her but cant resist to talk when he/she calls up
27. Thinking the whole world is your enemy
28. Cursing yourself self for not saying sorry to her/him
29. You hate that person but still finding ways to talk or meet
30. Sitting and smiling to old memories
31. He/she is not there but in a cold night you can feel the warmth of his/her hand
32. You are drinking coffee but you can feel the taste of pani puri that you guys ate
33. Even after 30 years you cant forget the moments
34. Laughing on oneself
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Delhi........
I passed my 12th from a very small place and was able to secure 75%. I was fuckin surprised by result coz I never expected myself to even get 60%. Studies were not my cup of tea. I always considered studies to be “pain in ass” .There is direct relation between my sleep and college books. What made my 12th board worse was there was ongoing cricket tournament. But thanks to my lady luck I somehow passed. People say; don’t bribe, but tell u what bribe helps. The day my result was to come, I went to temple n bribed the god. Offered him coconuts, daily worship n everything possible that God likes. Though it’s a different thing, I forgot to fulfill my promise as soon as I got my result. But yeah I thanked God after few days n if I remember correctly half of the bribe was delivered within weeks.
As they say one problem gets over another fuckin problem pops up………….
Now for my bachelors I have to leave the comforts of home and go to an alien territory. The thought of leaving the homely comforts and going to untamed place made me petrified. Thanks to my uncle’s son, now I have to go to a place called Delhi to do my bachelors. Most people say that Delhi like a black hole it sucks the people who go there, as they most of them fails to return back to there homes. There were rumors about Delhi that it offers the best faces in India. In a way I was excited too. It was June 2003 that I was launched in the market of Delhi. Everything was new for me there, especially girls. Back there in my hometown I was used to see girls in salwar kameez, but Delhi’s flavor was different; skirts, tube tops, skinned jeans, hot pants, straight hair with dark lipstick, all was on offer and I loved it. Delhi also helped me increased my vocabs, words like asshole, fuck and new horrifying Hindi slang’s, the meaning of which I m still searching; made way into my daily use. But I must say by saying those slang’s it gave immense satisfaction. Slang’s add weight to the statements. It was Delhi that made me understand the meaning of the word like cleavage, curvy, sexy, hot and the list goes on. I mean, I know what they meant literally, but there the words got personified.
Till now I was used to hear the so called bad words from the mouth of a male but it was Delhi that made my head go topsy turvey, when I heard a gal lashing out to his male friend, boy o boy ! what a bad ass gal, her slangs were out of this world, as if she was the Isaac Newton of slangs. She threw one after another to the chap, n the poor guy accepted it. It was there I realize in Delhi beware of the babe bombs. If u messed up, u r bound to explode. And curse my luck I fucked up big time. Once I was coming from college, and there was a lady in front of me in the bus, she was probably in her mid forties, I asked her politely “aunty will you get down too” as she was standing in front of the exit door. Then came the Hiroshima Nagasaki, she replied, “Yes uncle I will get down”. I knew I made a blunder; I did the mistake of calling a woman AUNTY. This is a major crime in Delhi; u can’t call a woman aunty. Everybody around me started laughing, I felt embarrassed. I mean, what the hell ! I am 19, so what am I suppose to call a 45 year old woman. But I learnt my lesson the hard way. It was tough for me to cope up in the initial stages but thanx to my college mates I fitted soon to the Delhi culture.
Soon I moved to a residential area and started living the life of a student, or should I call it the bachelor life. Ya , I know the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the term bachelor life are stinky, dusty, messy. Then let me tell you that you are dead right.
You see that’s the charm of bachelor life. Do what ever you want. Sleep in the morning, party at night; make life impossible for your landlord. Keep your stinking shocks anywhere on the room, so that your other friend can inhale the get intoxicated. After eating don’t bother to wash your hand just wipe it onto your friend’s bed-sheet. Don’t throw the garbage of the house until it becomes stinky enough to burn the hair of your nose and makes the life in the neighborhood impossible. I rarely noticed anyone in my neighborhood until that day. It was chilly evening of December, and we all were standing at the balcony gossiping. When suddenly something fell on the ground, one of our friends looked up in the sky as if some meteor had fallen. Funny chap, imagine the guy’s imagination power who keeps his password “flower”. Any way’s when we went close to see what was it, our eyes glowed, our heart started pounding and every one started praying that it should be for them. I never saw any of us so much excited and nervous, not even when our MBA result was to come it was a letter wrapped in stone. We all knew what it meant; some girl from neighborhood has fallen for someone among us. It was again time for the bribe, everyone in there hearts started offering God whatever they can so that there name should pop’s up in the letter
Guys gotta go , will continue the story soon……………
As they say one problem gets over another fuckin problem pops up………….
Now for my bachelors I have to leave the comforts of home and go to an alien territory. The thought of leaving the homely comforts and going to untamed place made me petrified. Thanks to my uncle’s son, now I have to go to a place called Delhi to do my bachelors. Most people say that Delhi like a black hole it sucks the people who go there, as they most of them fails to return back to there homes. There were rumors about Delhi that it offers the best faces in India. In a way I was excited too. It was June 2003 that I was launched in the market of Delhi. Everything was new for me there, especially girls. Back there in my hometown I was used to see girls in salwar kameez, but Delhi’s flavor was different; skirts, tube tops, skinned jeans, hot pants, straight hair with dark lipstick, all was on offer and I loved it. Delhi also helped me increased my vocabs, words like asshole, fuck and new horrifying Hindi slang’s, the meaning of which I m still searching; made way into my daily use. But I must say by saying those slang’s it gave immense satisfaction. Slang’s add weight to the statements. It was Delhi that made me understand the meaning of the word like cleavage, curvy, sexy, hot and the list goes on. I mean, I know what they meant literally, but there the words got personified.
Till now I was used to hear the so called bad words from the mouth of a male but it was Delhi that made my head go topsy turvey, when I heard a gal lashing out to his male friend, boy o boy ! what a bad ass gal, her slangs were out of this world, as if she was the Isaac Newton of slangs. She threw one after another to the chap, n the poor guy accepted it. It was there I realize in Delhi beware of the babe bombs. If u messed up, u r bound to explode. And curse my luck I fucked up big time. Once I was coming from college, and there was a lady in front of me in the bus, she was probably in her mid forties, I asked her politely “aunty will you get down too” as she was standing in front of the exit door. Then came the Hiroshima Nagasaki, she replied, “Yes uncle I will get down”. I knew I made a blunder; I did the mistake of calling a woman AUNTY. This is a major crime in Delhi; u can’t call a woman aunty. Everybody around me started laughing, I felt embarrassed. I mean, what the hell ! I am 19, so what am I suppose to call a 45 year old woman. But I learnt my lesson the hard way. It was tough for me to cope up in the initial stages but thanx to my college mates I fitted soon to the Delhi culture.
Soon I moved to a residential area and started living the life of a student, or should I call it the bachelor life. Ya , I know the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the term bachelor life are stinky, dusty, messy. Then let me tell you that you are dead right.
You see that’s the charm of bachelor life. Do what ever you want. Sleep in the morning, party at night; make life impossible for your landlord. Keep your stinking shocks anywhere on the room, so that your other friend can inhale the get intoxicated. After eating don’t bother to wash your hand just wipe it onto your friend’s bed-sheet. Don’t throw the garbage of the house until it becomes stinky enough to burn the hair of your nose and makes the life in the neighborhood impossible. I rarely noticed anyone in my neighborhood until that day. It was chilly evening of December, and we all were standing at the balcony gossiping. When suddenly something fell on the ground, one of our friends looked up in the sky as if some meteor had fallen. Funny chap, imagine the guy’s imagination power who keeps his password “flower”. Any way’s when we went close to see what was it, our eyes glowed, our heart started pounding and every one started praying that it should be for them. I never saw any of us so much excited and nervous, not even when our MBA result was to come it was a letter wrapped in stone. We all knew what it meant; some girl from neighborhood has fallen for someone among us. It was again time for the bribe, everyone in there hearts started offering God whatever they can so that there name should pop’s up in the letter
Guys gotta go , will continue the story soon……………
Monday, November 16, 2009
flashback
It was a cold evening around 7 pm , i packed my bag n placed it on the back of Volkswagen Sharan and left for Heathrow...the cab driver said 45 minutes ; that's the time u will waste in car . i chuckled and put my seats belt on. "U drive " i said to the driver while choc
king my ears with the i-phone earplug.
i can fell the excitment in me........i was happy ....i was going home , back to where i spend 22 years of my life . i was so excited that i could not stop myself from playing "mamma i am commin home" i wished i could thank oozy osborne personally for composing the number. as the song started beating my ear drums i started doin the lipsynk and tried to visualise the emotions i will see on my moms face...and the sheer proudness on my father's . i was gettin goose bumps. after 13 fuckin months i will be meeting my family , my childhood friends, my staffs who are workin for me
since i was kid. i assured n backed my self on the gifts i bought for them. i partyed hard last night......was my last night in london . didnot sleep that night thinkin that airbus will have comfortabel seats . did some backlog shoppin in the mornin ,went to saloon and did the packin. as a result my eyes lids started workin as the opposite poles of magnet and i hardly tried to stop them from closin. soon i was dead . i opened my eyes when my cell viberated i picked it up . it was zakaria (my best friend) he was not able to meet me as he was on job. i hangedup the phone after few min of talk . i checked the time it was 7.35 pm and i was entering terminal 2 . i said to myself good riddance of
this fuckin country....but suddenly the mood changed as the sharan slowly moved , my mind went on a flash back .....it was 12th jan2009 the day i landed here , and since that day everythin that has happened good or bad started falshin infront of my eyes. and as the flash back came to an end i was nostalagic. i was nostalgic because of three reasons 1st my friends in london i was missin them as i know i will never meet them again. 2nd the fun and carefree life i lived was commin to an end and 3rd ......................
just few min ago i said "good ridance of this fuckin country" n now i feel like sayin thank you for everythin that u gave to me........ and still now i fell the same.
as i rolled the luagguge trolley to gate number "D" my eyes slowly made room for dihydrogen monoxide to roll down...........
king my ears with the i-phone earplug.i can fell the excitment in me........i was happy ....i was going home , back to where i spend 22 years of my life . i was so excited that i could not stop myself from playing "mamma i am commin home" i wished i could thank oozy osborne personally for composing the number. as the song started beating my ear drums i started doin the lipsynk and tried to visualise the emotions i will see on my moms face...and the sheer proudness on my father's . i was gettin goose bumps. after 13 fuckin months i will be meeting my family , my childhood friends, my staffs who are workin for me
since i was kid. i assured n backed my self on the gifts i bought for them. i partyed hard last night......was my last night in london . didnot sleep that night thinkin that airbus will have comfortabel seats . did some backlog shoppin in the mornin ,went to saloon and did the packin. as a result my eyes lids started workin as the opposite poles of magnet and i hardly tried to stop them from closin. soon i was dead . i opened my eyes when my cell viberated i picked it up . it was zakaria (my best friend) he was not able to meet me as he was on job. i hangedup the phone after few min of talk . i checked the time it was 7.35 pm and i was entering terminal 2 . i said to myself good riddance of
this fuckin country....but suddenly the mood changed as the sharan slowly moved , my mind went on a flash back .....it was 12th jan2009 the day i landed here , and since that day everythin that has happened good or bad started falshin infront of my eyes. and as the flash back came to an end i was nostalagic. i was nostalgic because of three reasons 1st my friends in london i was missin them as i know i will never meet them again. 2nd the fun and carefree life i lived was commin to an end and 3rd ......................just few min ago i said "good ridance of this fuckin country" n now i feel like sayin thank you for everythin that u gave to me........ and still now i fell the same.
as i rolled the luagguge trolley to gate number "D" my eyes slowly made room for dihydrogen monoxide to roll down...........
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