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.

hello again…

I know this has been my longest hiatus from this space,and anything novice would certainly mar your daily routine unless you have promptness of some well disciplined guy.Who wakes up and flushes his entire self being before time.Cramming work,writing, mulling how to stuff all these just in 24 hours aint easy for me seriously man.So this thing blogging has been suffering.Year passes,and briefcase of responsibility increases.And life rolls on…. Chill man!

As far as weather is concerned,i m happy,this time in Delhi i guess,winter has nt been at its highest level,when a cold-driven guy like me had to fling the blanket out of raucous uneasiness that too in the wee hours because of the reek smelling sweat delivered by the milieu.Thank God, i didnt hurl my tee shirt! God has been kindful.And in this recession period where people have developed the habit of asking ” still in job, gotten hikes,project process still are running etc etc” you feel safe, you answer as smartly as you had answered once about your high grades during school time.This time just slightly more wary like a tweenty year old girl wearing sari for the first time to attend the funeral of her bf’s mama’s youngest sister.Thank God she wore sari atleast.Skirt looks smart,Sari makes you honourable.Being modern can offer you temporary hits,being traditional can make you complete.Things change with time,but then old is Gold.

And now coming back to the break,i think i was beginning to lose the clarity of thinking what has been my hallmark since from chilhood,you *know* the type confused,besides a need for cricket match,soft songs and being lazy.I was starting to lose the wisdom to distinguish a stuff i can change from what i cant change.For example, my bad feeling about the people around me at the office,i need to understand that this thing i cant change,unless i had a gun,which i donot.So i m making it to a personal objective to further instill this understanding in my daily life over the time to come.

And two weeks from now one good friend of mine is getting married,and he called me telling me about his mental state which was as shaky as Pontings cricket career.And he said to me this-”i hope i m doing the right thing”.As i was busy guzzling vegetable juice,i looked into the eyes of shop owner for a few seconds,placed the glass on the table,took one big breathe,exhaled another, and said this-”Bhai, i donot know whether you are doing good or bad,but this has to happen,you are doing it,because by now i have already bought a gift for your D-day,and i m nt goin to refund this at all”.

But seriously,i donot blame that guy for being so shaky,a bit unsettled about his choices and marriage as a whole.At this age when i have spent the last few years exploring the puzzle of human relations using the tired and tested ways of tackling it with disastrous consequences,i can say only thing about marriage-you can only figure out it after 25 years of marriage.So chill,enjoy…life rolls on buddy!

Chaalo yaaaron,abb main kat ta hoon,yahan se.and yeah thanks for the comments made by all of you.many of you really like what i write,seriously man?? Of course some of you have explained me in subtle terms here,but most of you have been so kind,it was really unbelieveable,really.Ok now tell me very candidly what stuff i need to change to b come more sensible.I promise i wont goin to change,but i promise you,i will try to search you during morning walk,and i will place a sharp knife over your neck.Kidding.I wont kill you.Keep smiling.

someone is goin

More than 3 years exactly three blogs by now and then now i m thinking to switch over to some other writing project.Yeah this blog has to suffer,no other option i have now.Some great moments i have swapped through some impeccable bloggers,as right now i m in hurry to explain the entire time of blogging.But in short it was great experience really.

So chill,this blog will remain alive,but yeah no warranty of me writing frequent posts here.Only occasional apppearence that too if i find me totally free like Sourav ganguly!

I will continue writing something and of course somewhere else.Thing, what i have been eluding for around 3-4 years.But its enough.Blog has to suffer.
Thank you all for bearing me and some lovely comments some soul stirring words,everything! Moreover,this writing thing for me is nt just limited to blog,something more than blog,yeah i mean it loving too.So chill,donot fight you nasty brothers and arrogant sisters! but then what is life without having a nasty brother and arrogant sisters.No fun.what is diwali without firecrackers? So encore chill.And wish me good luck please it costs nothing.Just type out a few words haule haule!!

from duffer….!

Happy Birthday my best friend,
Excellent times,we always spend,
Laughter and jokes are common place,
Since we built that solid base,

Special friend that i hold dear,
Always wish to have you near,
We get along like bread with honey,
A friendship worth much more than money.

If you stumble,count me there,
Gratitude: no need to declare.
Your thoughts are clear in my mind,
Understanding we always find.

Happy Birthday my best friend,
I m excited to attend.
This birthday poem is just for you,
A great big smile is overdue!!

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….

haule haule

For me,stepping down from the AC first class reservation bogey(haan haan main gareeb hoon,train main journey karta hoon,sabhi state topper flight main travel nahi karte) is often interesting.Besides,yielding me a chance to steal out a big jug.bad habits stuck.It kinda shows the time we live in.It runs like this only.The train stops,no predictions,always late,tired frustrated hurried citizens firing slang after slang to the railway minister.The train shouts-Congrats passenegers we have arrived.On the destination.In the midst of all,i had stolen the sexy looking jug stuffed it in my bag.Nothing can happen better in the society unless guys like me should must get punished for stealing things so shamelessly! At the station a lady is announcing-gadi number 2558,from muzaffarpur to new delhi has arrived on the platform number 143.

People are jumping off from their respective seats,combing their hair,ladies looking into the mirror of the train or some of them are pulling out a tiny glass and eyebrowing and more.God.when will they b b come sensible in the public place? Between these,hitting words like-ufff,ahh,ouch, kaafi late hogayi,etc etc,you know such type never stops.Brushing their bottoms,one cooly forcefully takes out the heavy bag from the lady and shouts-battamiji, abhi police ko kahti hoon.Folks are switching on their cell phones,someone yells-ok you havent sent the car?Before pakistan drops another bomb,most of them has left the train.I still m waiting for everyone to vacant the train,lying on the sofa type bed,of course a bit afraid confused what if the train grp police would catch me with the “jug” i have stolen just seconds ago.But the point is all of them are in hurry.in fact very much in hurry.

A guy, in a black toyota behind my cab is honking is in a acute hurry to reach office(yaar overtake kar na hai kar le gaali kyon deta hai).rich people yelling gaalis like doesnt sound abnormal,this is the way.Young students are in a hurry to eat the chapters before they face the exams.my boss in in hurry to get that report,what is still incomplete b coz of my lazy slow nature.Kudos to me.That smartly dressed waiter at the Nirulas is in a hurry to serve the table number 5.Guys gals sitting at the table number 5 are in a hurry to eat what comes to their table.People at the railway station are in a hurry to spring themselves in the train before the train hits the station.Everebody is in a hurry.fast man.fast.very few people actually wish to live in the moment they are in.

Now i donot know.these people guys gals know better perhaps where they want to b hence they want to b fast to hit that pole.might b they see where to get there so they want to get there very fast.i understand,trust me i m also in the *race* may b they are achievers,big people,focussed guys,bade bade log desh to bomb blast se save karne wale.may i m a slow guy,with IQ lower than my ex maid.may b money doesnt attract me much.kool.and vice versa.a guy who is enjoying music and typing down stuff on his blog which very few people would have interest to read.whatever.i also want to get things may b a hot samosa,burning cup of tea,a TV remote, and of course someone who shares all these with me.

but what i donot fathom is why this hurry? you cant make things happen before time even when you are late.jana kaha hai.brand company,great salary,top designation,ho jayega,trust me.You will b a VP in 4 years not a big thing,but then? where? Cracking joint enttrance test,you will,of course with ECE or CSE.Then? Ok MBA i understand.Life is not in the future.life is here.this moment.

when i was in school,people told me to do very very well in studies else you wouldnt b in a good engg.college.they want only good IQ,doesnt matter how crude you are heartly.i did well in school.surprised all my neighbours by topping,except the head of the department of mathematics S.n.Jha of the university of bihar.then made mistakes more than many of you but i hardly care.i had of m y life during all those silly mistakes.then you need to crack another exam after engg.despite all i did and now surprised my family.Aree bantu ka GRE clear ho gaya!! my sister was sleepless for 3 consecutive nights.

a brand company with of course nice performance till date,despite my laziness being slow.cheers.i know after some time suchii muchii i will have promotion or may b in the next week.so when i didnt have all these people told me get all these but sir now where? better salary that will happen more n more .this never ends.

so my sisters brothers my beautiful girl friends my Didi,now what the world has been telling me what to do,this is what i have learnt,all the points above are very very important,i admit,to grab material things to make parents happy,girl friends also,But true *happiness* is they donot need to tell you about.it is something you feel.and only you have the *right* what makes you happy.when they dnot know where you want to b how could they tell you how to get there.Got the point?

For me,happiness is :-
On a sunny sunday morning peeling out ripe orange,spreading the juice of orange into my mother’s eyes,discussing the future of indian cricket team with papa,snatching the remote from mummy,mummy yells-jaa naha le abb,2 baj rahe hain.and i put my arm around her shoulder and say-kya hai abhi toh 2 baja 20mins more.talking to someone who can understand me evwn when i m all stupid and naughty.caring for someone i want to care.happiness is just being myself.mylifewithmyself thats it.my happiness is nt in the salary high rank brand company.its in in the stuff i had from a long time.i know i need to achieve more of course more.but to b happy you dnt neeed much.i want to achieve things to survive,but to b happy a remote one cup of tea,a hot samosa,will do just fine.

and i m nt goin to write soon will b very busy.so just chill it.see you next year!

anything for you maam

We were so young and nonchalant,immature,
We had the world on a string,
But we didnt yet know,
What the next day would bring,

Would i b forced,
to grow up too fast?
We have got to take it back,
But we cant alter the past,

I had so much potential,
You often said,thats what they w’ll say,
How could one moment
change my life this way?

How were we to know?
that one little mistake
Would come back to hit me,
With every breath i take?!!

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.