Just a post

So i need to wake up to the astringent fact of life.Choosing a life partner.Without smashing your mother’s years affection.Convincing your parents without being selfish.Toughest job and it demands maturity which i seriously lack.And i dnt grumble too.Chill.This is a decision as enormous as Gopal Das tower Connaught place Delhi.Appreciate my humor even in this tough situation what life throws.And a girl who would b happy watching my scabrous table manners.Eating with both hands even in a 5 star hotel.
And with all this, a jerky internet connection along with whimsical milieu of Delhi has forced me to doodle here without a tinge of worry what anyone of you would fathom out of this blog.Seriously. I just wish rite now to ring up to God ji and say-”plz get me back to age 25″.

And this year, my parents actually bought birthday cake for me.Knowing the truth that their jerky only youngest among all son is celebrating his last b day before marriage.Glowing candles,loved ones clapping hands,and stuffing pieces of cake one by one into my mouth made me to realise how pure and selfless they are.Lynch your emotions you emotional fool,a part of me said to me.Confused i m.Warranted.So ladies,wake up,still some of you have time to pass the application,those who have been appreciating my hogwash humor,through offlines,one liner mails and through this blog too.Married ones sorry.Kidding.Chal ja na.badi aayi hai.

By the way if you have moved by the content written above.Please dnt forget to remember me at least once in a 3 months….no? I will kill you.

But if i look back at the over all stuff, i mull, i need to bring some balance in my life.I need to ask myself some questions regarding the questions hovering over my head what i have flashed in the first paragraph in this post.

Writing good comments on my blog,making me happy and telling me always to b a person what i never was,giggling on my non-sense jokes and accepting me in the way i m.I whole heartedly appreciate.But the difference between a girl friend and a would-b wife is as massive as a jupiter.A cupboard filled with 100plus gold flakes packets,unless my maid tells me-”bhaiya kachre wale ko de do abb”.And my socks which can wake up a Kumbhkaran at 3am during chilly december nights is something i need to remind myself.After 2 years my wife says to herself-”how could i marry this nut?”

People mull,oh getting into top college, being a teen so flummoxing, but i feel, choosing a girl forever is the most confusing thing in the world.Pardon my dear.See the title.

You know,it changes the way you think.You realise that marriage kids and wife’s expensive nature scruffy beauty parlor bills may b nearer than you think.

If you think,oh this guy is gone, weird you need to smell my socks.

But the central part of this part is-You do it your way.Clear up your mind.And you know you cant find a guy in this world more paasitive than me,clap for this attribute please.So just chill.

Chill maaaaaaaaaarooo yaroon,i m getting back for some cigarette a packet of butter,half kg onion and a yellow packet in which you find snakes like stuff.Guess what? ….Maggi yaar? Remember?

will b back: Sniff…!

And for the first time in a long time,yesterday night, while watching Dravid’s patience and flamboyance of Afridi for a second,i got enchanted, stood up on my bed,switched on the lights, made a lipton green label tea(piya hai kya?),enjoyed its last flavour with same enthusiasm what Afridi had shown after getting a sloppy Dhoni.So my point of writing the all above lines, is, i m feeling energetic, would b surely useful for all India associations of I-m-ready-to smash-you type folks to save the last remaining harmones of those species. Sniff…!

And you wouldnt trust, trust me i know, in this gap among trillion celestial qualities which i have,by the grace of God, i have added another feather in my cap(though where is cap?). I m b coming a great Cook.You know the most easiest and mindless thing to do is to cook.I have been cooking more than all the Servants of this country has ever cooked(wanna hire?).So ladies,relax,stop chopping nails and appreciate my this new quality with open arms.

and other things are goin well.of course busy but can easily manage a few seconds to type something here.So chill,and bhai log aur whoever, i dnt know,one of you left a comment here more dirtier than my socks? why man? With age some people lose their senses too i know but its too early man? dnt you mull so?whatever,chill,and for the first time in a long time again,now what? Sniff…i m getting fatter and fatter and before my waist would b come an issue for the Vandna Luthra club, my landlord’s youngest daughter(too pretty she is), i m mulling of jogging or something which could keep me in the race of b coming Mr.Ramgarh.

So, all the bill gates, vikram bhatts, and farhan akhtars and especially those upstarts who think(whatever you are telling, needs reality check time) reading this would understand one day one thing,how smart i m.Sniff…man, m sniffing too much, now will run to a chemist shop.

and i hear,there is a new realty show on TV about- “how rakhi would manage her kid in future” something like that,there will b a number of kids(what? are they orphan?)i mean, by all tv shows and kind of words she has been saying in public since she came around,i assume, if she would b come a good mother then i could deliver a baby.

anyways aajj mast chhutti hai,so m enjoying my sunday, b coz every day is nt sunday,so after this post what? Sniff…hey chemist shop man,first then i will think what to do now…

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.

Keep reading me…..

Topic nahi hai dada..help karo…

After reading the title,some of you may b pondering over me and murmuring-Stupid topic nahi to likh ta kyon hai?
One of you are hitting the keyboard and letting the smile to jump onto the screen and then dispatch it through the comments.What a sweet way to emanate the feelings.Comments! Thank God…hey seriously i got the topic now! Fantastic…Comments!
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Comments, this very word has power of Hitler,innocence of lambs(especially my comments,i swear on my writing dreams).Getting serious now,see,in my opinion,if you have a desire of Vidya Balan to kill the opponents around her by exposing to grab the forthcoming best actress award by holding a statue.If you have that desire…one can cross limits to get comments on his/her blogs.But as far as my blogging experience says,i havent found anyone with this kind of shallow interest in comments(i m excluding my self).Nice world.Still so many beautiful hearts around me.Thank God!

Now i m diving deep into this matter….i donot know swimming.Gaon walon bacha lena….The ground cause of blogging is someone wants to say something,anything…may b how to get over from serious bomb attacks to express his/her feelings through amazingly hearttakingly “poems” by keeping the person in “dark”.To launch a new product,it could b anything.For me its just fun.nothing.I m excluding 4-5 posts of mine.Yaaar that i wrote when 3 mike tysons sized men were fighting over one jockey.so pardon me.

As far as this blog is concerned,apart from 3-4 comments,most of the times,i have had the privilege of getting comments as sweet as Juhi’s smile.what i never knew that one day i would b getting this genus of response.This is the biggest surprise of my life time.Not even when i received that call letter with a rank as high as Effiel tower.Not when my hod banned to write the semester paper.Nothing was more shocking than reading comments on my blog.Chill,leave this part to b discussed in the next blogging meeting which is goin to b held on 11th may at Muzaffarpur.Home town hai yaar to meeting kahan karonga…..jakarta mein?

“And then some girl’s blog”! Maa kasamm….a yash chopra flick with a cracking Priety and Shah rukh plus everything can b flop…but sir….if a girl is blogging it means trillion times more popular…..hey flow nahi aa raha hai….koi baat hai….khoye khoye se lag raha hoon.Even i m responsible for that…chill…..tried so many ways to stop reading those blogs….but every time….its like…
I Admit some of them are writing exceptionally well….writing topics which can even wake up a guy like me to think about the society.Its commendable…no doubt.Such guts.Panning the community,yet able to mesmerize the same folks.Some talent man!Socking blogs with topics as burning as a newly married girl away from her hubby! So..such blogs get torrented by guys like me and of course better than me too.I m nt that much good yaar.

And then real trendy arguments happen across the internet globe.Folks writing comments with different names….one of them trying to impress the Author so no matter how stupid the post….we have to praise…i m also among them…some one got serious …after witnessing all these and jumps over from wasteland to that blog.And start showering gyan after gyan…And then me like-areee itna serious post thaa kya?? Ek baar fir se read kar ta hoon!Someone changed his gender even from a guy he b comes a girl…and then writing comments….aree yaar…gender kyon change kar ta hai.
Whatever,comment could b venomous, written without goin through the post.if its nt insulting the person as a whole.It should nt create any prob for anyone.One can agree and disagree its all matter of choice opinion,isnt it?Comments should nt b taken very seriously at all.If its good,great…if nt then click on the knife button….and ghoosa dooo….

downright scarcity of time….i m goin….please donot take anything written here personally….agar lena hai to le lo mera kya jayega….!!!

sunday evening

I m starting this post,reason is, I m nt feeling sleepy.I m just goin to type out stuff about my evening.I m hoping to fall asleep while writing this post on the keyboard it self.I m sure some of you too may fall asleep while reading this.

This evening,B came to my room,when i was busy thinking about Frieda Pinto’s nose hair.He had to go for shopping.He asked me to accompany him.An official friend.He promised to pay for my pizza if i went with him.And it took nearly 4 seconds to get ready.

So we went to Om Book store At the PVR saket.Its a nice shiny bookstore with a lot of books.Middle aged women in saris,kurtas, tight jeans,sit around on the stools and poring over the books,discussing paths to bring back the fire,lost love in their married lives.Small tots noisily running around them,whipping sari’s pallu,pulling pony tails,kids cant do more.Their grumpy mothers warning them to shut up else they can burn their toys.Young girls around fiction books.Reality bites.Fiction ….(dada kya likhon)! I guess,most people found in a book store are fat.Sitting and reading books on weight reduction most probably.I picked up “Thank you jeeves” by P.G. wodehouse(bahut bada fan hoon main wood Ji ka) and went to the billing counter.

The billing girl looked at the centre of my tee shirt,where she found-” Life rocks,when you buy me” and gave me a smile.I guess she liked my decent choice in clothes.And as i went away,she smiled back again at me.I m feeling it still.It wasnt the official kinda smile every customer gets,i mull she liked me in a very cute way.If you work at the Om book store next to NIIT-centre and met that short cute guy in the black coat blue jeans and yeah that unforgettable tee shirt with a -life rocks…just know that i still think about you.

We got out from there.and we went to a adidas showroom.B kept checking the price tags of all the stuff there.He made a strange sound somewhere from his body,what created the environment quite bad smelling,such an unclean guy.Two girls around us covered their nostrils by putting their sweet smelling handkerchief! How they keep such handy stuff all the time with themselves so often?? Anyways,I didnt have to buy anything.So I was relaxed,and tried on all the caps while he went around all the stuff looking for something which had the cost of a spoon.Finally,he bought a pair of shorts red one.Adidas people donot have the right kinda guys for marketing.It is a big shock to me to see an exceedingly black bald aged around 40 bengali man at the billing counter.I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me.I understand short cute guys are always the prime targets for these kinda men.I will never visit that store again i swear.

Then we went to Nirulas to kill the rats springing inside our stomach.Never trust anyone.anyone.Just donot.Folks promise to pay for pizza and then back out.shudder.And you cant do a thing,just b coz he bought a pair of shorts and got your company while doing it.It is a tough world.I was nt even carrying much money no ATM around us.and we settled for just a pav bhaji.shit man.I wanted to empty the sauce bottle in B’s nose.But a short guy cant just fill someone’s nose with sauce and nt b beaten thereafter.I controlled my anger.He is a tall guy.again shudder.

On our way back in the cab,B’s girlfriend called up.I yelled-Dont touch me B! followed by “leave me B”!in the most girly voice i cant put on.He spent the rest of his call explaning that no one is around me etc etc .You dont give me a pizza.i m goin to tear apart your love life.Very simple.

its getting morning now man,still m nt feeling sleepy.tough to break old bad habits.i think i will start reading “thank you jeeves….”now.the book reminds me of billing counter girl.i guess i would have visited that bookstore on 14th feb.

clean clean clean

With all due respect to Kevin pietersen and Ricky Ponting fans all around the world,exploited electronics engineers and other exhausted muzzled souls of the nation,these days I m living a content life.Actually i have always lived and enjoyed my circumstances.But these days things are easy.Winter sun is basking on me and i look at the sky and utter-Wow kitna sexy mausam hai,chill! I m sitting on the couch outside the flat flipping through P.G.Wodehouse,this is what i m reading now a days.In the middle i m hitting calls to someone i met during my last police encounter 4 year back.He caught me guzzling bear at 12 in the night near FC Road pune.We gelled jolly well infact he sends me cards mails a lot of of wishes and often warns me to avoid you know what.Besides,these calls,what is making my life interesting are those Moustache men.Moochh in Hindi.

When i was 11 year old i used to ponder a lot over Moustache.I mulled,all these men carrying moustache must had been born during tough times like world war -2.I used to think,these are the men who would certainly smash the entire group of wicked guys in my colony who were disturbing my sisters.

But as i grew up, no infact i never grew up height wise much,hiilla i still sometimes experiment by wearing my class 10th jeans.And it suits me still.God !God!

Chill,lets extend this matter of moustache further.Not the Unshaven Shahid Cute Kapoor type stubble thing.But the severe Jackie Shroff type thing or may b like Anil Kapoor type thing.The black looking thing exactly placed between the lips and the nose of some men,and then some girls and women get exceedingly crazy and start whispering and dreaming of having a moustache man.The most real sign to b a man.Only after marriage they get to understand how horrible it can b when those men are parceling kisses on their cheeks and creating unnecessary discomfort for those lovely ladies.When i was tot,papa used to smite my cheeks i mean he used to kiss me,while the hair of his moustache dug into my baby skin.If you ever have been kissed by a moustache men you can feel the weird feeling it produces.While the lips are producing gentle touch to the cheeks,at the same time moustache creating those unwanted uncompromising state of mind to say-hattooooooo ji aap ki mooochh chubh ti hai.Such a horibble scene man for any man! real shudder!

Then keeping a clean well jolly grown up moustache would certainly would kill your precious time.I have been even harking about those cases of suffocation b coz of tunnel shaped moustache and thick like a mouse.Regular trimming and watering you know such a huge task to do that too early in the morning.I wonder how those men whom i witness near the roadside often with such moustache.Spending time on such stuff,Oooppss better i would walk down the H Block of connaught place with some lovely girls instead trimming those mouse type thick tunnel.

Imagine a Sweet Shahid Kapoor of JAB WE MET with a huge sporty mouse type moustache and siinging the song with kareena-Hum Jo Chal ne lage.And kareena then shouts-Papa! Bacha Lo! Dekho na koi Dako hai! Chhering me very badly!something very horrible and hairy coming towards me!!! Some men have thick moustache like a pencil, some have like toothbrush and etc.But the most horrible among all are those with tunnel type mousy moustache!!

is this nt enough?.time is ruunning out from my hands Mr.landlord who has a tunnel type moustache is goin to hit me soon for panning about those great moustache men!

and have lovely 2009 for all you.keep visiting.even when you have a horrible moustache husband brother and so on….

your questions my answers

So a close friend of mine of course a “lady”(hiilaaa girl se lady?) was tagging me for the last some months,couldnt remember from when exactly,how could you expect from me to remember such things when i m busy pondering over what i should write for this special post?Moreover, you guys/gals by now know me more than a 8 months old wife could know her hubby,i guess.You people know me quite well chalo maan lete hain kya jata hai.I m the sort of 17th century romantic gabru casanova jawan type guy who would certainly challenge Dara Singh family to ” smash a few slaps” if a lady asks me to do that.And for the record i tell you,a tag is much simpler than protecting my physical well being against entire Dara Singh family since from 17th century.So here i go:

1.Pick out a spot on your body,and explain how you got it:
Suchii main mar janwa keema naan kha ke.These guys are talking about painful memories right away.And i have a strong trust stronger than combined six abs packs of all khans together that any good decent young man sans a past of police encounters “public” beatings should nt have any spots on his “jism”( kuch hindi word bott naughty hota hai like “jism”).So after a foolproof thorough research of the hinterland what my body is, i very openly admit here in front of all ladies and some naughty rude men i have no scars on my body.I know this question asks i must find a scar and then i should explain about it till Vilasrao Deshmukh will lose all his tooth after facing 30+ angry women of Mumbai.God bless him.Galti sabhi karte hain.Chill.But then what do i do if i really have no scars on my body.cant help.clean guy trust me.And especially for the blog post i wont go around asking people hey beat me “bhia log thoda stab karo i need to doodle about my scar on my blog.

2.What is the color of your cell phone?

Whoever manufacture such kinda tags must have been a pure girl.Girly girl.Who screams so loud “soooooo sweeeeeet” everytime looks at a fat baby(itni excite ho ke “so sweet bolti hai ke baby diaper main hi susu kar dalti hai).I mean no male unless he is under acute influence of daru would ever ask a question like-what is the color of your cell phone.But anyway my cell phone looks like…hmmm milte hain fir batate hain! It is as brown as Britney’s hair,as flexible as Shilpa’s waist,as smooth as baby’s bottom.Abb aur kya likhon?Cell phone hai ustaad bomb blast nahi!

3.What is on the walls of your bedroom?

Now for those of you who are new here.Its necessary now to know that i m single.the concept of “bedroom” starts after marriage only for a “guy” like me.donot know about others.Abee koi sting operation hai kya,main mar janwa fir se iss baar pane favorite blogger pe suchiii.Ek seedhe saadhe shareef nauzawan ladke se bedroom ke baare khule aam poochh na kaha ki sharafat hai? On the walls of my bedroom there is hillla i wont write.I have a few posters of some lovely ladies from the time of noor jahan to Amrita rao.And some real pics of pooja priya seema tanu jhanvi fully framed.for a sensitive lad like me would often like to keep the pictures of his ex-girl friends.Yaadein.Meeethi meeethi yaadein.

4.Do you believe in Gay marriage?

Whooaaa! Koi Ufo thode hi hoon jo poochh rahe ho “do you believe in”?I feel marriage is union of two minds,who then commit to walk the road of life together,facing all adversity and celebrating all joys together,and lending hands to each other in the process thats marriage! Gay or otherwise, the beauty of marriage is unaffected by such trivial issues. wahe guru kya jawab diya hai.ek dum Mr.World wala.

5.What time were you born?
On a “fantastic” mild night of 14th october at 11:45.i tumbled here on this earth.and in that room among 11 kids those who were born that day,all of them were girl only,except me.what a start of my life around girls.God.Within nanoseconds of my birth when the nurse wrapped me into white soft blanket,as she was moving towards pram i suddenly pulled her pony tail softly and murmurmed-please keep me there around those babies please! You actually think all this happened? nahi na.But yes i was the only guy in that room thats true.Help me help me oh God ye mujhe ko tu kaha laya hai,kya socha tha kya paya hai inn haseeno se mujhe ko bachaaaaaaa

6.Last person who made you cry?

Me.I feel no body would ever make me cry.Tears flow out through my cheeks when i expect it least.(kaafi profound line hai.nahi samjha toh koi baat nahi).

7. The movie you would want to see again n again?

Now once again i m not a movie freak guy who would stand in front of theatres on the 1st day.I hardly enjoy movies unless that movie has something worthwhile to calm my life and which can strike a chord with my own thoughts,no matter how crude my thoughts are reeally.But still, as she has asked to pick just one-it is “pardes”.if you are someone born after 97,for them i feel sorry.Orthodox simplicity traditional outlook and inner virtues are something what can attract me towards you.My Mahima Choudhary.bhai samjha na.kyon favorite hai?

8.Do you get afraid of dark?
Nooooooo.I love nights.Especially when Black beauty Nandita Das is in the same room.

9 are you shy?
I m as shy as x grade movie of telugu.

10.if you could eat anything rite now what would it b?

Aloo fry any time.along with tomato ketchup sauce.

11.who was the last person on the earth you made mad?

Mummyyyy.who else? who can tolerate me? any one?

12 Now the last and the most heaviest question- Is any one in “love” with you?

Ladies this question is for you aaajo baajo mat dekh.dil ki baat bol daal.ahoo aaho aaho..

Ok i have to sleep now 3 qs are still to come but i never answer all questions in my life in any exams.so let me b what i m.and enjoy….

masti yaaron

Every day I take each step
On this rough road alone
Thinking of that moment
When we shared the moments of laughter and joy
When you and i first met in a junction

The flowers were in full bloom
And Robins were singing
You swept my feet off the ground
And in an instant I seemed floating
By your sweetest tone:Who cares face?

We walked n talked for a few minutes
And took strides to farther our walk
While exchanging pleasantries of life
And cracking each other jokes

Time passed so fast we never noticed
Now we are on another junction
Each has to bid the other *so long*
And took paths of different directions
I have moved farther and farther from you
And junction is now out of sight!

Whoaaaa! some jat dogs and cats dint allow me yesterday night to sleep.i thought better i fry some words. now i have b come quite an expert in poetry thanks to some people around me.Give me a pat please.and one angry guy reading my blog,but i have fun being around you.Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! Darling muaahhhh to you i mean my angry reader.

shopping or chopping

Really tell me to ride on a horse when i m completely ready to watch Ganguly’s batting,i can do that unless the horse is not going through mental retardation.Compel me to watch expired Riya sen in white sari fully cloaked from top to bottom,i can watch unless she is not along with Salman Rushdie.Take me to the pizza hut and tell me to swallow tasteless burger in one go,i swear on my eating habits i would do that unless the sales person is not a guy.But for God sake never push me to b a part of shopping spree that too in the evening.And last weekend we went for shopping.We mean myself and my two sisters.Confusion is gone no female frnds just sisters!!

The programm of shopping started from the morning and whenever they talked about it with me.I tried my best to refrain myself from it but due to my newly developed brain cells which tells me to b come more social pragmatic atleast with those who really love n care for me.I had to agree to b come the mute watcher while they buy all the salwar suit and their respective husbands cutting onion and frying fish what i bought in the morning only in the evening i came to know that actually fish was terribly unhygenic.It was not fresh at all,smelling like dead rat.Thank God all of us are still alive and not suffering from dehydration and food poisoning.So we stepped inisde the Pantaloons showroom.Now the most pleasing part of shopping is if you get a chance to wrangle over price with a sales girl especially when she is very much inclined to impress you by her sales knack. The best is take this advice and follow it if possible please do visit such showrooms with your mother sisters etc etc etc.Because then you would b in her eyes like-seedha hai agar badmash bhi hoga to abhi to shareef hi bana rahhega.Hope you got the point.

Anyway so from 5 in the evening to 9 of the night.We jumped through all the shops in the Metro Walk.Sisters at times stared at me to abdicate unnecessary spat with sales girls.I being the part of two highly civilised women had no option except murmurning-saali faltu ka smartness show kar rahi hai.And one good thing when you do shopping with good matured women you understand the basics of making a friendly rapport with sales girls.

Apart from that another thing what really stands high on my lists of shocks is abrupt retirement of Ganguly.Guys of same nature prefer to talk about each other.Though it was an impeccable step for him to leave at this juncture when the so called faded mentally selectors wishing to run the sharp knife over his neck.But to me and to many i guess he is someone whom we wish to see for another two years.But then we want to see many of us but we donot.Of course i will b watching his batting throughout this series and expecting from him to hammer his critics and the guy who have been changing hair style after every series.The hype n hoopla of modern indian cricket Dhoni.The upstart No 1.

and i m goin to end this post.I will nt talk soon with my blog.So just chill.Dont get me wrong if any of you have had bad time with me either in real life or reel life.Things change we change but one thing never tell me what?

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Its drizzling since from thursday,God Ji must b sobbing on my b half.Hmmmm.Thank you.i have been using an eye drop to keep off from weeping.Things have taken their rooms of comfort after seeing me highly emotional on the stuff where even sixty five years old Nirupa Roy inspired woman would b like- chalo ji aaj bacho ko movie liye chalte hain.Hope you are getting my point.On a serious note,i m turning out to b a highly sincere prompt and a bit naughty at my work place.Unless my boss wouldnt discover my attitude problem and i would b telling him about how to “write” an application for leave.Designation comes and goes,in born quality remains all your life.

And yesterday while i was crushing the bedsheets along with pillow to get over from the tragedy of being alone still and mummy knocked my ear by her call.and then this happened:

Me: hello mummy…aur kaisi ho?

Mummy: bantu kya hua hai cell pick nahi karte ho ya kisi ke sath busy rahte ho?

Me: mummy actually one “sardarni” is troubling me for being single..and all(mummy can understand english)
Mummy: tu sudheraga ya nahi.
Me: sudharne ke baad toh ye haal hai,pehle hi thik tha.

Mummy:aisa hi hota hai. achha sun ek bahut sahi wala proposal aya hai.

Me: noooooooooo,is kachi umar main shaadi.na ji na.aap bolo toh main ek anthalaya se aap ke liye ek grandkid “chill” kar deta hoon( actually i said that)
Mummy: beta jo karna hai kar le….but shaadi toh hoga.tabhi tere childhood dreams poore honge.samjha.tere sabhi great brothers ne shaadi ke baad hi “really” successful hua.achha thik hai…chhod ye sab..jo mann kar…

And then i feel the need of drinking steaming cups of tea early in the morning late in the night without being involved in it.Getting the aroma from kitchen coming out when i m lazily sitting on the couch,one leg near flower pot,another on pile of saris ironed just five mins back.Eyes are mad to get one stick of machis,left one of course holding a packet of Gold Flake.I donot understand how people jump onto something else to keep up social status after hitting the pole of success.I “still” like Gold Flake.Anyway fuck(ek baar fir se) the world.And then after finding me in this totally uncouth state of sitting.My would-b wife picks up the knife from the vegetable bucket and starts swaggering towards me.I drop the idea of smoking drinking and sitting lazily also.She frets me about being not so careful towards her,not being well mannered, not being neat and clean and all.Manners Gaye Sare Muzaffarpur!!! Enough now.i know i will have a pretty happy and peaceful life “especially” after marriage.Before that i welcome any hurricane katrina anytime.

I felt bad really after writing oh no not writing,in fact after vomiting on Jaya’s blog sometime back.At one point i thought i was right.But i need to b more mature in this blogworld i guess.in comments, what i m not goin to write ever.a kind of remorse which will keep me more sensible in future.Heckling into others lives is something i hate as much as you hate incorrigible guys.I wish “Richa” would come here on my blog in her evergreen yellow salwar suit and tells the readers not to b so wary of what i write.really.

In the evening i will b in the Rohini.before that a lot of cockroach should b dispatched to the Ireland,along with dust resulted from the mud what i have been carrying with me from the last 3 days due to unprecedented drizzle smiting here.Its already 9:20 as lap top says.I m here in rohini.

A few days back papa intentionally went through my blog.Great that i was with him,else you know he would have banned me to write blog.For using socially backward words and comments from girls.Especially mother n sisters.they were like-kya hua hai in sab ladkiyon ko? I told them they are maaadern girls mom.hmmmmm.they first like to see mirror in the morning then morning rituals.kidding.anyway rite now someone is behind me icant type like i wish to.l guys/gals i m signing off.i m missing my blog.i mean frequency has gone down more than my inclination for girls.have a lovely weekend to all of you.i m trying to write as simple as Atish Kumar Singh.

I will b back soon.Good Nite.