happy! thanks God Ji

The sound of the song from the movie ” Fida” is socking my both ears infact chinking me too softly to stop listening that catchy number.nazar nazar.If any one of you have got the idea of what kinda song i m yakking about then great else enjoy this post,really.I m a born reluctant guy,my own nature has given me more agony than any slaps i had gotten all my childhood from my mother to the maid.A kind of choosy,testy, liking company of selected guys,not ready to mix easily with everybody and all that can easily set me on the top of the unsocial mountain of the society.When the world around me talks about how to reach seven figure salary,then i hit a pebble intentionally to relish the moment i have right now may b this moment wont goin to give the sort of stuff which can place me in the bracket of highly so called “successful” guys/gals.But then,i was nt happy also 100% when i had bunch of guys around me asking me tips,suggestions,and many more.I went places took a sip of tea, sat near to the most shabbiest dhabas and came to the place where i was ten years back.But why all these that too just within a week.what happened to those words i muttered in the last post? what to those feelings what was making me hermit enough to make saddam hussein visibly saint?? Just a time pass? Writing practice? Fooling people those who have been reading me seriously,doesnt matter how many times one of you need to get in touch with Oxford Dictionary,sorry for that.

Cutting the long story into small small pieces,in short, as short as the skirt of Aayesha takia,hope she doesnt come without it hope so,but who knows only “takia”.After a gap of some time,today i m getting the purpose of my life.Not to b come poster boy of every cosmopolitan magazines,not to shy away the precious moments i have had in the past with some great guys from college.Some from my home town,one thing great about people from bihar,they often address you by your name only,isnt it? Else during my college time,only 5% of folks were aware of my name,people from other states have this tendency of addressing someone by “surname”.Even i m not railing,its good to hear the most respected “surname” of the state often than just “anupam”.God, i m again dodging the matter,so purpose of my life is to once in a week,write a crap post on my blog,spend my weekends in the CP.B come a responsible member of the society,by letting the people to murder their lives gambolling the summit of being successful and all.i m getting satisfaction,which comes from getting your goals.

By the way who is smsing me? Lets check this cliffhanger before he/she enters himself/herself into the cell phones and lands inside my room rite now.God,help me.Hope you get the purpose?

“ehtyamtnroaje”

Yes Yes i understand my sudden evaporation from this space would b a news important enough to make Abhinav Bindra’s Gold a street talk.Yet, i m sure one of you have already celebrated my abeyance by dispatching ladoos to your frnds,relatives and all.Some of you went out to get some anodyne to overcome from the untimely kidnapping of me from here.Whatever,chill, it was just a wanted hiatus to dig into the things i left behind some time ago.Taken some decisions in regard to my own future personal, professional both.Swopped my heart less feelings with people close to me,shyied a few suggestions,accepted some which are not going to b come the reason of my impertinent demeanour towards people i enjoy my free time.In short,this break is so far,cool and calm like the winter in Oslo. I guess this post wont give me horror of Mummy-3.

So in this break i have visualised me spending my time on the things what would look incongruous for a guy like me.For example, why some relatives are so worried about my marriage and all,why Mr. Rohit has this fuckingly eerie nature of descrying out money from one of the most dirtiest toilet of Sulabh Souchalay.Why one girl,furtively trying to pull me towards her so called ego-boosted character.I understand,life gives different circumstances to all of us.Some of us are happy powwowing about the stuff like why Mr. Bhatt is still not able to dance in the last weekend party.Some of you busy to change the infrastructure of Bihar,and then i was like-”hmmmm,big people, driveling about the state”.Must have travelled all over the roads necessary to feel the urge of changing the state.Many of us are chasing gamboling that pot of Gold,later peter out as a shit pot.But we are busy in a nut shell.Where we are heading thats not the question,the point is to b remain busy till you discover its nothing,just a journey leading towards endless dreams and going to end in nothingness one day.I know,all these looks a charity show by Thakur of Sholay,so better i veer into something which can match with my IQ level which is slightly lower than the strength and true character of Indian women nowadays.

Seriously,i never knew the dignity of indian working gals and women could look pathetic more than my college mark sheets.I never knew the country like India where a tots tumbling per second is far more than the total GDP of all african states,could make a news of getting a Gold at beijing big enough to make WTC attack a mishap,seriously.Why we are so much less ambitious when it comes to off beat sports.Why we have this habit of creating unnecessary hype about something,which could easily settle just over a brunch.Anyway,i donot know shooting else,i would have fired bullets into the brains of those people.
And recently, i have finished reading a book by Chetan Bhagat,” The 3 mistakes of my life”.If i say i dint like the plot,then that would b totally unfair,but the futile display of love created by the author is something as boring as being in a kitty party for three consecutive weekends.I know to bring masala into the vegetables,first you have to clip it,and wash it and all,but too much of masala can b parlous for the stomach.But who cares,only chary individuals like me.Over all,as usually, Chetan has tried his best with his impeccable badinage even during the most tensed times.This is one of the reasons i read his books.Though while reading that book in the middle i thought i was reading a Mills Boon series.
And the frequency of blogging is goin sink in coming times.But then,if you want to see the Rainbow you have to bear the rain.So donot get dizzy not even tizzy if you wont see me writing like as i did in the past.This is just a sojourn and i know given this long journey of life,sometimes you take a respite even when you dont wish to.So just chill, donot read my blog secretly,i know you are a minx too bold to do like that.I wont going to bite you,not even goin to write a comment on your blog.Such a born coward i m,God rain some pills of gumption,before i lose my sense of writing.Though that is the hallmark of my existence till today since from my childhood,kind of inhibition,really.And if all of you are confused blinking your eyes and thinking about the title.Stop doing that,it is just a jumble,solve it and win a bumper prize of pouring water to the shehri Babu.i promise i wont goin to push you into the pond,lest you should b come my wildest nightmare.