Writing something deliberate with grave effort is not in my character.I tried my utter best to doodle something here,serious,thought provoking,mind-boggling,you know things which can b copied and pasted from internet giant google search engine.But for a guy like me even searching those serious topic would b as boring as hearing Priety zinta’s theory on the basics of Cricket.Now you can fathom what a pathetic searcher i m,isnt it? People tell me things like- some creativity man,your blog looks directionless,astray,off the track, and as i was striving lighting my gold flake,i kept the phone on the table,lighted my fag,all these took me around some seconds,and the female friend busy barking about all.Only after telling her about that i wasnt hearing her,she came to know about my other sober trait of not listening calls properly.Stupidity has no limits.
And now i m back to keep up the promise intact by writing here may nt b serious,may nt b something which can make some of you after reading-” this guy is really serious enough to make nana patekar a humorous king”.Or can raise up the eyebrows of the readers like a growling kitten after watching a bunch of rabbies.Even i donot wish that my readers would get in such a serious state after reading this.So,chill the way i m writing,the way i have been trying to interpolate my life here,may b in a directionless way.O Anupam the scalar.
The effect of watching numerous sparkling cricket matches, made me so confused that i even could nt understand whether i m seeing a cricket match or just gazing on something colourful, grossly showy, leaving me more puzzled than once i was in front of a ticket collector in the mithila express while no money in my pocket nothing except a packet of Bidi.Poor from a long time.God,why do you throw me in those not so pleasing circumstances? Or is it just me putting myself there? Whatever,i mean, despite being an ardent cricket watcher, i m not relishing these IPL matches.The beauty of cricket is gone only the added glamour is alive now,that too when you hit sixes fours,scalp a wicket, the TV camera zooms on raunchy figures,gals throwing smiles at the rate faster than lee’s yorker,zinta mourns,shouts,hugs,more frequently than she ever did in her entire film career.Money man money.Let me now close the door of whining about all these.
On the another side of my life,i have been drinking coke more than a glass of water.Its like,breakfast,ok have a coke! Lunch,lets drink another! Oh, you know Alvika,these days the delhi water supply people have been so dirty,with the big tank of water they supply cockroaches too,and last year summer i consumed two such worms, and bcoz of that,you know,i have been behaving a bit erratic even on my blog,and in real life too,but now i wish to stop taking those worms by replacing it with Coke.Alvika-oh really Anupam,never knew,even i was thinking how on earth a guy like you could behave like a 50 years old unemployed man with two wives running around with their hands occupied with knives as sharp as tipu sultan’s sword and a group of kids half naked scraping his matured hair fully white with the urge of you-are-a-shit-papa! God. You know now what i mean.And b coz this during high summer season when a normal people would love to drink cold water.I m busy looking for pills to calm down my throat.
And about my life,you know something happened,and i m thanking all of you for showing so much concern and wishes.i dont know when i will do the favour by inviting all of you.but i promise you that i will remember all of you.you people have really a big heart man,not the kind of-hum to wo praaani hain ki bheekhari ke katore se bhi paise nikal sakte hain,comment kya karenge, type.and my blog will remain same,with same stupidity,brashness,and my confused humor.And i m planning a few new things for that may b i need to fly over some other city.of course not sure.depends on the circumstances and a bit of luck too.see,what happens.
Going home is also a task now.its been sometime and despite all the stuff around me looks perfectly shiny,i guess something is missing from the list.that is parents,home,ghar ka tv,the greenish balcony,rubber plants with heights 3 times of mine, drawing room where everything appears as placed properly as a model ready to give a snapshot but with no smile on her face.got it? so in the days to come i would try to snatch some time for that too.
anyway enough bukbuk from me,i m goin to wrap up this post.more willl come after getting married:) trust me when i say i m getting married. one of you now may start dreaming all you know what.but for the sake of frienship….meri english kaaafi weak hai…anyways…i would like to declare that i m not an astrologer man.so let the buzz stop here.i m again feeling thirsty lets check where is coke.
