dey say…

He says-Parents must fathom that we are from generation next.He says- They have to live alone as its not possible for us to bear their thoughts when we are startting our own lives in our own way.He tells me-Our time has changed,they used to eat Roti and daal with delight.We prefer butter nan that too only in Zinc.They watched TV mostly on black and white TV.We even like to piss on Lap-Top.We have made lakhs just by the age 28.Financially we surpassed them.It means we have complete prerogative to lead our lives in our own way.They thought 234 times before buying maruti-800.We have BMW.So in  a nutshell  we cant orient ourselves with them.And I ….I….I…. sniffed sniffed coughed coughed,after so much of speech from he.I felt astonishingly confused.Lagta hai is nee Dimag ka white wash kar liya hai.But to my retarded mind which I guess will never grow think there is nothing in this world which should b replacable when it comes to parents.I have witnessed many old -age parents living alone,waiting for his son.And ended only in waiting.Cruel I tell you.

                              She says-money is important.I say too yes important.Else I  wouldnt have b come a dingy engineer.She says-its ok to rush for office and business leaving kids alone at home.She thinks-after her death,the legacy what she will leave will b helpful for her kids.I think its utter bunkum to thin k of life after death.Non-sense.Life is not about thinking of after death.She thinks-Success means money how much you have to give a lavish feast once you grow older.She thinks-money is always more vital than any relationship in this world.Bhai sab relation hi nahi rahega toh money ka aanchaar daaloge kya??She may b write,I know but at end of day we all are striving hard to lead a decent soft life.She may have munched more sarcastic commments than me.She must haver eaten some dead lizard from the jungle of west africa.Life is just about a little bit of smile,where you donot have to bother about what Mr X has bought yesterday night.B with urself.What Mrs verma wore in the last party which she attented.A smile which can unleash your happiness your peace your time with your own self.Thats it.Why to b so futuristic???No matter how much ail I get after such rubbish words,I wont goin  to infuse myself in this thinking.

                            Donot get surprised.If you are thinking how this guy is blogging so much.Time comes out with things what I enjoy.

i say…

I love this room.All this stuff.All this shabby plates,unkempt clothes,a bunch of butts and something more makes my room the dirtiest place in the world.And the most startling thing is despite so much of bad smell coming out the food what I cudnt eat 2 days back,havent stopped me from blogging.This is an extreme example of me loving my writing.I guess for the last one month I have been writing quite frequently.Yeah.Immense professional pressure,huge mental pressure due to lack of my decent behavior. And of course despite terribly horrible grammar what I have.

                                         My parents are at Bihar.Doing great.Papa is relishing every bit of Sixes   smashed by Yuvraj Singh.I know papa loves cricket because of me.He started watching cricket because of me.Almost 20 years back.Since then he has developed quality ken regarding cricket.On the other hand,mummy loves only those things what I love.If Ganguly hits  a six even if I m 1400km away I easily can sense the happiness my mother goes through at that moment.If Australia beats Pakistan mummy can feel the innocent happiness I go through after that match.I like Australians.Not more than Indians though.I really miss my family.And m planning to go home soon.Sooner will b better.Mummy feels happy when she listens chori chorii jab nazren mili.Though she doesnt b come a part of that chori chori plot.She likes b coz I like.She likes her b coz I like her.

                         All   I need  is a nice and simple life.Where no body cries much.And even if they do,there are some decent beautiful girls who will offer nice smelling handkerchief to them.Ahh I guess it is this gesture simplicity that this world is losing.Seems like a little dream of an innocent smile  is b coming tooo much to ask for.God where are you?

                              A 7 years old girl got raped by a neighbour.I read that not  I read that .I have been reading this sort of stuff for the last 2 years.Everyday in the morning I hate myself for reading newspaper.Delhi has been pretty unsafe for women.She was  a daughter of a domestic help.Doesnt matter though.It hurts people are worse than animals,most of the times.Me too when I had stolen 1 rupee coin from my class teacher in class V.So that girl got raped in front of her parents that too in evening itself.They were 4 in a group.Dragged her on the floor tied their parents.Parents helplessly watched their daughter going through something She cudnt understand.They watched those moments of acute pain heartlessly trampled by 4 men.

                       Is it foolish to think something great in this world?Animals are better than us.At least they donot have sense of good or bad.I say this to myself.I m no social activist.Not any planning I have.Just wanted to write on this issue.   Illlaaa…..sorry ..Very very happy B DAY TO MY DARLING.MY MUMMY.! LONG AND HEALTHY LIFE TO YOU WITH LOTS  OF GRANDKIDS MINE WILL COME 2 YEARS.SO KEEP URSELF FIT N FINE.FOR THAT.HAPPY B DAY TO YOU.WISH U SOUND HEALTH AND EVRYTHING.

incomplete…!!

Time:9:55am 

Place:Vasant Kunj,New Delhi(pin code de doon kya),

A more precise place:On the chair legs sprawled out(imagine how I type).

State of Mind:Just-out-of-the-toilet,….Any vulgar use of words  with sexual connotations is due to lack of breakfast(When I m hungry I think sexy) and  a acute pain came from the bizarre position I slept in yesterday night.

 First of all I m not sad.People are zigzagging around the radius of 1.8m after reading  my last  2  highly decent cultured posts.Considering all my sins laziness,lack of good english,and some more I think career wise I m moving good.I mean,the moment you come to know about your bad things,you have controled your 50% of your future mistakes.And I have done that by writing 2 really soft posts.So apart from career I have one good frnd.My relation with him is like what you donot see often.We know each other for the last 9 years.Ahhh,not just we know,actually we know each other so well that even Bipasha can now think to make a call to one of us  to know the hidden secret of this relationship,so she can use it at the time of crisis.I mean I have one really good frnd.Thats it.Keep it simple.Now family,God No words take my Kidney take my intestine,brain cells(not useful though for others),take my evrything all money,but Not Family.They are my biggest and the most divine power.I love them more than I love myself after G.Ok Ok….and along all these things I have started loving my landlord whoose baldness  reminds me of Prem Chopra.Though,I guess by character he is a kool gentlemen.(so cheek na head …)So on the whole life is good.In this kool mental state only I guess  Himmesh Reshammiya’s can make me violent.Yesteday just I was hearing him and I  growled to the gentleman who is working with some MNC(Ye dilli main saaare airu gairu nathhu kahiru MNC main ke job karne lagte hain????) abee bhai saab aapki shaadi hui hai? He asked why? Are you really inclined to know why?? Yes yes tell me..1st you stop this music.!!!

                       So I m not sad.But even though,I have a little thought nibbling on my head often these days.I have lived a long life by now.So much that now I even donot have time to think of how I lived those years.What was my purpose 4 years? And what it is today? Same or its something different something I dintfeel that time.May b things have changed and reached somewhere from there I m unable to see that dream of mine.May b  I  have compromised,may b I have seen people working  a like mundane beggers.And i have learnt to b come like them…..Wait i sudden urge now to smoke and i donot have single and the nearby kiosk is also closed today so i have to run some long distance to smoke.If I will return back safely i wll finish this post rite now today else…Ramm jaane Raaam Jaaneee..

Got it sab log….

Now I donot need to give  my introduction.Even if Shilpi asks me I wont I swear.Shilpi?? Dont start sobbing Shilpi is just a decent girl  who have had strange time taking my interview.Thats it.I mean if you have read my last post.By now you have found out how uncouth I m.How indisiplined I m.I have been a sinfully sinful person all my life.

                             I deserve a fully furnished with split AC house in Hell(Jahannum).So if I misbehave with you donot shout,if I send you one troubling SMS donot take it seriously.If I tell you,you resemble Winnie Mendela donot hurl anything on me.If I tell you frnd you have made your figure like Sonali Bendre of 90s  donot take it seriously.If you find me  very decent very serious regarding life career,just think that there will  b something dangerously dangerous about that.

                      Though rite now I m in no mood to bore myself by writing any non-sense stuff.So guys I m wrapping up this post.Actually this post is a sequel of the last post.I need one soothing song highly romantic highly emotional highly high. Next post in October.Enjoy.B good.Do good.work hard.make a lot of money.And never hurt those you love.

Song on the jukebox:Tu jo hai sath toh ye amber …..pal pal pal pal

Happy ouch!!! b lated raksha bandhan…

There are some people in this world so beautiful.Even Katrina’s smile could seem nothing.There are some relations in this world so pure even purity of Coconut oil manfactured in Kerala can nt think to challenge the purity  of such relations.There are some moments in life when  I just want to flex up my right arm in such way that I cud  hit  a  Sunny Deol-ish kick on my right cheek.There are some moments in life when I wish to recap life and immaculate up all the deadly mistakes I did.

           It hit me badly when she says I m an  *idiot*.And trust me I blurted out ohhhh God …so loud I m an idiot even the 3 years old  baby girl in the neighbourhood soiled her chaddis.

                It seems I have done some thing more than criminal of Bihar can think of doing in their peak time.Or something like I have b come unwed daddy of 3 kids.But what I have done even Osama Bin laden can now say Oh there is one guy who will occupy my position if Bush will catch me.I mean I dint behave properly on 28th august with my eldest sister.I know people are reading this blog ahh not like New York Times.I know I need guts to accept my blunder,but I m kind of guy who have guts of Ricky Chirpy Ponting.

                    The word sister seems weak when I think of her,as weak as the condition of a jaundice patient.When it comes to what she is to me.!!!!  And even I m typing this I cant trust how stupid I b came.Though I already sent her sorry mail and everything but I just want this blog to know how special my eldest sister is.I assure you next year 4 months before of RB  I will mark up the date.I will fly to your home and will touch your feet as  politely as you wish for me.I will get the date of next Rb tattooed on my right arm,so even if it makes my arm like a writing pad.I will do that.Though you know I m a buff when it comes to break promises but for my eldest sister and my best frnd I can do.I will buy a huge  chiffon sari for you even if you say…No I donot take gifts from younger brother(that too gareeb like me).I will do.I will b there on every Rb from next year to next years to next years(iillllaaa budhha ho jaaonga didi tab tak).I wont regret writing all this…even if G  is forcing me stupid too much come have one more.

   And I m so sorry even if you say its ok chhoootu.I wish you HAPPY and peaceful life with Boss and D.Happy Raksha Bandhan.

Bf…Gf…outcome=0

A round table big flat TV playing in a corner.Guy is as desperate as I used to b sometime back or still,will discover later.Set of angular chairs is making the milieu romantic beyond imagination of Karan Johar.I mean only Karan Johar can make romantic plots any where in the world may b in Libya next time.

                     A desperate guy and a fun-having-u mentality girl seated around a table.The guy starts to open a paper bag…pulls out something of weight 1gm perhaps cadbury for his girl friend.Girl shows 32 teeths altogether which only Miss India beauty contestents could fathom.I swear on my experience of course own.

 Now- Karan Johris state of mind comes into scene-1

 Guy(about to give cadbury to his girl friend)–Sweety,I got this for you,I mull you like this.

 Girl-Oh(showing 32teeths altogether) I love them.

       As far as my own experience says I think girls prefer chocolates more than dairy milk.

Girl thinks-Illaaa It would b fun chewing all cadburys…1  2  3 saare ko chaba dalungi…fitness gayi  Vandana Luthra ke  Sasural….tel lene.

 Scene-2

       Guy(sometime later again with another gift)-Hey I have this for you,hope you chew it faster this time…

Girl-Ueeee maaa,another gift…in span of just 2 weeks…main mar janwa cadbury kha ke…He is so kool careful I m often accepting gifts  but over the last 2 weeks he has been chill.From the time that brown eyed lass started attending classes with us.He has lost his own self.Even the chocolates he gifted are morton,why couldnt he gifted me those sweety sweeety cadburys why why? Just b coz that brown eyed lass or just I have put on weight.Bull shitt,I m so afraid and agog now to discover the real reason behind this inferior gift to me.The taste of this chocolate is quite akin to washing power Nirma Nirma Nirma.

                 And I swear on Gul Panag this state of mind makes me to appreciate the simple guy-gal f ship,rather than 1mm distance relation between them.I mean the rule of expectation just creeps in when a girl is your girl friend not just friend and vice versa.I mean i gave you chocolates to have fun chewing them thats it.She is a friend.This sort of relation is so kool without any shabby feelings to elope with her.Gratis of muddled feelings and granted expectations.

                       But the moment proposal and acceptance comes into our minds things change drastically.Abruptly,that sweety girl who once crawled with pointed nails her brother ’s back now wants more dangerous treatment for you.Till,14/10/2005,Rohit and Shivani were batchmates wingmates evrything.Rohit used to call Shivani a friend.Rohit proposed and Shivani accepted.They walked freely as no father to howl.Rohit thinks that he is next to Shah Rukh Khan if Shivani is goin to accompany him all his life.Shivani thinks I m  Madhubala just difference of dress she used to wear dress which covered her a lot.I wear less transparent dress.Rohit is also happy go lucky type guy.They dream beyond dreams.

                           But karan Johar arrives one pitful day-Shivani thinks of her best friend Vikas.They were together in school till class 6th.They read chaha choudhary together,shared their tiffin together and so many other things.So she plans to have a lunch to him,Vikas.Rohit slammed his bathroom door 234 times that too when he is about to piss.Asked her-Ye tere Bachpan ka yaar hai kya??

  If Rohit fails to send a bunch of marigold to Shivani on the date.She sobs so much that even the rain of july can feel shame.You have changed Rohit yourself for that brown girl and so  on.And Bhagwan jee aisa na kare.if Shivani is shopping with her mother and finds out Rohit with a girl back on his bike.She can hurl  whatever she finds around her on Rohit unless he shows birth certificate of that girl.Which confirms that they are real brother and sister and Rohit was just droping her to maths tution class.

                    I mean,listen  I donot have any such real experience in my own life. And taking my state of existence I never think I will have too much experience in this.But to my underdeveloped state of mind I guess a simple relation is very peaceful direct and harmonious for anyone.May b all these  bunkum complications between Rohit and Shivani would nt happen and they will trust each other in any situation.Ahhh it is fundoo kool let feelings grow naturally,without thinking of someone as your gf or bf.Feeling needs no promise.And promise needs no untrue feelings….then why to promise??

              Now you can cry  can  throw a big basket on me.But this is what I think.In my opinion one can lead a easy life without having anyone,or having someone just as a friend.This is my take.You can think like Shivani.

fun to b with u

Life is fickle like political situation of Banglaadesh.People are unpredictable like batting form of Virender Bald Sehwag.I m indecently decent like  Aditya Pancholi.illaaaa.This world is a river of pretentions.Fools  are  intelligent,cheaters are honest,frnds are foes,foes are frnds,and all of us  go through such tough times to acknowledge the reality.Its really uphill to fathom what we are sometimes.Yesterday I was your best frnd,today I  hate to see you even on a cracked mirror.Gawd,I m not talking about myself.Just  this very concept flashed in to my mind.We are so wary of others sometimes we forget what we are.I mean what others think of us.Got it.We lose our own peace solitude and space too.We fear sudden outcast abhor.

                               But what  I think is trying to please others is like moving Mount Everest.That person may b your girl friend,your wife,your parents your best friend,your most beautiful maid(but this is easier i know).There are very few very few people who really will appreciate you when you do something good.Most of the time people get jealous,they can start gossiping about your success.Whenever I have achieved something(though very rarely) apart from family and few very good frnds,most of the people felt bad I doubt.Therefore,I have developed i-dont-care attitude about what others think about me.I often try to b my own self.Its really difficult but once you develop this,life b comes beautiful,though not  as dazzling as legs of MAMTA KULKARNI. I act decent decent but I m not.Do you hear?? I mean I pretend to b decent.God suchii koi paap na ho jaye. 

                                      It is easy to gather a big clan of frnds to celebrate your success after getting a high rank in joint entrance  exam.What is really difficult is to find someone  when you walk alone on the roads to find a meagre job.It is easy to attract a girl when you are driving BMW.what is difficult is to find someone when you are hand to mouth.It is easy to make relatives when you are doing impeccable.What is difficult is to have one such relative when you truly need them.Ye Kya Hua Mujhe.Pagal toh nahi hua.No I m happy.Some special reason I know I can write about that.So I have some great frnds some excellent relatives evrything.But the journey of the last 2 years ,made me a guy who just want to b with his ownself.When I tasted success I was alone.And today also again I have tasted something(not karela)…I want to b alone just for 1 hour.Chill.Being with my ownself is always sweeter than anything in this world.I know I have written a real crap today.I know.you can laugh like Kadar Khan that too sans teeth.I donot care.Above crap doesnt amke sense much,I know.But I just wanted to write.just wanted to express how typically phony this world is sometimes,though.

Blank..isnt it??

When  I was a little tot I was happily happy.I never saw my father working  hard for jobs.I never saw my mother feeling bad after missing morning breakfast.I thought then mature people or grown up  people are always happier than kids.And being professor’s son has some downsides to it.The moment I thought to essay something near terribly dirty playground.He murmured something as harsh as Lalita pawar(yaad hai ya bhool gaya angrez log).I saw my nearby colony bhaiya who used to wait 5 long hours near a dustbin just to get a side view of his crush.Soo during such why-only -i -suffer childhood I wished I would grow up fast to enjoy all these things except waiting for someone.

                                  But in spite of such restrictions and being unable to wait I often find those were the best days of my life.Something very coool about being a tot.When you are a tot,life is like a closed box.May b full of amol butter,may b morton, may b a dead lizard,may b .And it gives a very enchanting sense to kids.A sense of surprise,agogness.The kid is still unaware of what his future son would do.Whether he would smoke marijuana or safal juice.He cant view such situations.He has no broken memories.nor ever he can think of someone 234 times without reasons.He is just a kid.A walk with father to bring even a toy of price 4 can give him happiness of calcutta especially when Sourav Ganguly getting a Man Of the match award.!! An empty bottle of wine can give him loads of happiness.Especially me. A kid can imagine anything..aNYTHING….He can dream to lead indian rugby team in 2014…isnt it? He can flirt with legs of Shilpa shetty that too in presence of Richard Gere.

                                   May b I m not inclined to know about what is inside of closed box.May b I would discover it sometime later.May b I would find it very sweet.But the beauty ends the moment you find it.I guess life is just an alternation of sweet memories and  a bit of  tough interviews for me.I guess each victory and defeat are too trivial to take seriously.A time between birth and death,on what we conclude our best moments, and we reach somewhere from there we see only memories.!

                              All  the boyish things all the dust which seemed fun to me once upon a time suddenly now seems just boyish to me now.Every thoughts swirling in my mind rite now putting me away from some people.I know.I m turning more like a very private person.I m never after material things which can keep me lively for mins and later parcel me to insomnia state of this world.I love my parents sisters and some good people.Too much closeness causes pain to all.Clinging to something is really too painful to cling.If you have a factory of Fevicol then you can,I donot have.Empty lives are peaceful isnt it? No negative marks for a blank paper.