mein yahan hoon mein yahan hoon yahan hoon yahan….

Haan ji i have shamelessly stolen the song lyrics of the movie veer-zara for the title of this post.I was mulling for the last 10mins to insert some meaningful title but as all of you know i rarely put a title justifying my post because i often veer off from one context to another without mentioning.So chill,i can write a lot of things what has been flooding in the last one month including my job my writing things and my personal life.

But i donot want to bore myself really writing again and again the same stuff.And even now i m nt sure what i m goin to write.You know,when you b come sure of something that surity b comes your tool of boredom really.why to b sure of anything when life itself is nt warranted doesnt it make any sense? no tell me buddies really.

Just a few minutes ago my landlord personally informed me that there would b no water supply till 2am and rite now its 10;45,thank god i have already taken my night bath.And while telling me about that he mentioned me that b coz of big worms and some grubbiness inside the water tank,he had to clean the water tank,thank god he thought of immaculating the tank.

And very soon things would b different for me.i dnt mean i would b goin to office at 2am and would b slogging the door at 12 pm, i mean i would b living with my parents for a long time after a gap of almost 12 years.After leaving my home this is the first time so as soon as they discover my strange habits of sleeping bathing reading and all i guess i would try to settle all these for our benefits.

And these days i have been orkutting and i have found the someone i was searching for the last 4 years.you know, in the last 4 years i have made 4 accounts, deleted 3, wait,i dnt mean, i was afraid or i was nt comfortable there, to me such networking sites have the same importance what a saree would b for Rakhi Sawant really man,as far as my contacts are concerned i m very much limited,without being there im in touch with all my close buddies and girl friends,but yes there was someone,whom i was searching when ever i made my account, i was like-”kahi to hogi..usko pata to hoga about orkut…aur agar join karegi to sure she will search me” but all the time i got utterly dissapointed but recently when i lost all hopes of this world,the angel of my heydays arrived without me searching her,this is the beauty you know set the bird free.I know,this is nt a fair thing to write at this stage of life but chill man,nor its a crime also to let the feelings spread over this blog,after all i m an immature guy.

Aur abhi abhi mein ne jukebox pe started the song baazigar o baazigar,you see the still, me and she prancing around the trees.I m in the black half pant and she wore a skirt and a top which slides through her smooth shoulder and a hat which can fall off at every seconds.She giggles hitting my cheeks by her nails,oye kahi scratch ho gaya to? And i pull her shabby pony tail and an excitement to lay my head on her….? bhai kuch to sharam karo iss blog ko achhe achhe ghar ki bahu betiyan bhi read karti hain…and for the sake of “samazik maryada” i m truly handicapped to unravel this scene further.

Smoking is an injurious thing we all know since we arrived here but a nut like me has no care for such warnings,despite having some recent problems i m still doing it and if i really wish to have a family and gool matool kids i guess then i need to slow down the pace of smoking.what i m trying these days..

If by accident you got a chance to read my last post,then most of you have smelled that i tried to wash my hands in the writing field.But being a tremendously horrrible writer of course it was nt easy for me to get some good clients,but in the end i got some really good projects and i m washing my both hands with them.Though it demands a lot of time which i dnt have being lazy you know,but still the experience of doing something new and the thing you always wanted i guess truly gave me a lot of peace and satisfaction.

Ruko yaar,coke to peelon,yes, so after drinking the coke,i m back.And rite now i m seeing the simplicity of late night moon through the window,and i wish to fling myself around there in the blue of sky where me and Sohniye would sit and could sip a steamming cup of coffee.But oye,Sohniye to abhi so rahi hogi?? I mean, its really awesome to see this divine beauty of late night moon.When the stark clean sky fills the empty brazen earth by that soft white rays through moon which makes you so crazy that you b come ready to miss drinking coke:):)

Mujhe abhi aur likh ne ka mann kar raha hai.and the packet of lays lying on the bed looking at me like a cat wanting to snatch a bottle of milk from a kid.and i dnt wish to b that kid.so i have started crunching lays.

i m watching a movie very old one, name is “romance” remember poonam dhillon and kumar gaurav flick?.tum log sooo jaooo abb mein chala to watch that movie.

and i will come back to write another post here soon.

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