poeple come, people go by...some stay forever

life plays games, some time it looses to death. today i was going through my friend list after a long time. saw Anzo, and i could not control myself to open his profile. But i guess i could have still been able to be normal, but the moment i saw his dad's scrap, those words just pierced through me. my soul was left bare, open to the onslaught of emotions. that one line in such simple words made me fill up with pain in heart and tear in my eyes. life is uncertain, death is not. its certain, final, the end of a life full of memories, emotions and most important hope... but the thing is that it never ends, it stays alive in the eye of the people who matter. the hope, that out of blue, he will still walk in, never goes away. i have started to believe in reincarnation, i just wish it's true, something like that happens. Anzo to me was not just a friend, he was my brother, or may be something more than that. his loss had left me shattered and the broken pieces of heart still pierce the soul. i have started hating my city, the city had given me more pain than i can endure. for me, it's a city of broken dreams. i hate going out of my home. Anzo, you came , you enjoyed and you conquered many hearts. God bless you.

What’s there with the word ‘fuck’

I am always thinking about fuck, the word in particular and regular, about the rest I don’t have to think! Now we all have heard the tape about the word fuck, right? No?? That means you are not an adult so please leave this page now. It’s illegal in India to even talk about the word fuck, let alone do it! So I say I can tell by the way a person speaks fucking I can tell if he is an American or a European. Yes, that’s simple; see if the person spells it as fuckin; American, one hundred percent. And if he spells as Fucking; European! See it’s that simple. Now the Americans are fast, they do the thing; they don’t waste time in spelling it. That’s the whole thing about the missing N. but how do Indian’s spell it. Well we don’t waste time either! We don’t waste time on things we don’t do often. See we are a very intelligent race! That’s why we have the largest no. of software engineers and no hardware ones! See I told you I write lot of adult content.

Pulp fiction got me spinning

People hate abstract, that’s a fact which is true as being shown to the people by these people. Some people want to be different, and they prove it by loving anything abstract. Some people want to be a part of the larger crowd and term the ‘abstract loving’ people as crazy or ‘what the hell does he think he is doing’ kind. But I guess deep down people do want to get attached to the abstract. I mean that thing had got a bit of mystery about it. And we love mystery because we all assume a hope out of anything unknown. So basically it’s the faith. Now I am talking like a dope junkie myself, coz I had seen PULP FICTION last night. I loved it, coz it was so abstract. But I still would like to know, what did the end of that movie meant. I am not ashamed to own up my not so urban schooling n all. But I think I am still not that dumb (looks can be deceptive though!). But after the movie I was in a bit of a daze. A big fan of QUENTIN TARANTINO, and I should be ashamed of myself. I hope he himself read this blog and explains the movie to me. 

How to enjoy at your friend’s expense!

Ever since I was a kid my parents taught me the wrong things in life. I was told to stay quiet and not to touch anything when I go at someone’s place. Ok fine, no problem, but than I was told that whenever we have guest at our place I should give my toys to them. Bullshit, what were they trying to make me! Anyways I learnt the tricks of trade very fast, and now I m going to spread the golden rules of enjoying at friend’s expense to my lucky viewers, the list goes like this.

1.                  Choose rich friends, they generally have no problem blowing up their dad’s money.

2.                  Be a chatter box, a live wire people love to hang out with, generally you will have someone footing your bill, always!

3.                  Whenever you go out for evening trip to the market to catch up some crowd, be the one who knows about the details to the T of all the girls in your locality, you will always have lot of looser Romeo treating you to snacks.

4.                  Always carry big notes, or better pretend to carry big notes! And than always keep the owner of your regular hangout place in your friend list. Just a wink should tell him to proclaim that he doesn’t have any change.

5.                  After finishing the food, go out to the wash room or for a fag till the time the bill is pad. You might have to endure the smell in the wash room, but you got to bear it.

6.                  Whenever you go out for a movies, offer to go and buy some fag, the moment the topic of buying the ticket comes up.

7.                  Make your parents look like evil in front of your friend eyes, the reason you don’t use your dad’s car, right?!

8.                  And most important, read it and practice it..

 

dream zone is my zone..

A wonderful morning spoilt by getting up early, and that’s so painful because my brain works at night too. So see I am tired, right! Well I had this dream last night, which was not a dream actually coz I am a writer and director by nature. So I had thought about my dream, and than decided the outdoor set up too and than light, camera and action! Dream was something about me going in the African wild and dancing with a 200 kg chimpanzee (mind you, it was a female!!). Any way I know it was a stupid dream but I guess that’s where we can do what we want to. The real world is little hard and harsh too. So I guess I am going to enjoy the dream world.

 

My lazy brain compliments my lazy body

After so many days of plastered heaven, I was finally supposed to go to the office today. God I love my injuries so much, gives me a feeling of a wounded commander who is leading the troops from the fort, but mind you, his instructions are what make or break a victory! I guess that was the reason I got up twice at night, but look at my bad luck that there was not even a drop of water in the room. Is that the way you treat your commander stupid’s! Finally when I was entering the office I had the feeling of a fresher going to the college and about to get ragged, though my boss is too good to do that, but I guess we all have the right to bad mouth about our boss, no matter if he is a incarnation of Lord Ram!! The computer screen was staring at me as if it’s going to open up a bit more and than going to take me in, one gulp. But I had to face this monster all day. It’s not that I hate computers, it’s my life line, but working on it is not my cup of tea. It is my entertainment box and I can listen to music, watch movies and play games on the same machine. Which, basically means I don’t have to get up and go to three different places! It makes sense right? I tried real hard to decipher the jargon in the mail box, but I guess it was too much for me. After trying to look busy yet again! I finally quit for the warm comfort of my room. In the dreams I saw a machine, that’s going to read my novels to me, that way I would not have to pick up and read on my own. But I could not see the dream any further as my lazy brain told me to shut up and go to sleep. It told me this dream should come to some one who is going to do something about it, not me. So I guess, it was right and I dozed off again. Now I have pained my fingers enough for you people. better read it…..

life or something like that..

Life is precious, we all know this. Something like the night is dark or that I am a great blogger!! Well but have we ever felt it slipping away? We all have again at some point of time. But I guess what we gain is something very significant, we put a tag and we start fresh from that point. That’s how we evolve in life, and that’s what is called as moving on. All destruction is the building block of construction. But what is important is that we learn from these experiences in life. To grow up as a person and to help the other person grow up with you. 

madness of the education system

This damn education system has taken a toll on so many things in my life, and guess what my ‘road diaries’ also suffered coz of it.. Studies going on and I am just not getting time to write it.. But for the interested readers(I don’t know who they are coz no one ever comments on them!) I am going to write the remaining part, though in short. Well, we started the next day for Ambala, on our cruiser!! And the journey was good though the alien tag is still stuck! After thenot so happening day in Ambala(well for the fact that Anzo, my bro was there sometime back, which made me a sad) , we set off for delhi on a hot as hell day.. The tan got darker and darker, until I think I am going to replace morgan freeman or will smith! There were some small tiffs between the riders, I mean the sitting on the back seat was tough coz of the bags.. but we made it and that was damn cool… road diary over.. over and out!

road diaries of daks

there are times in your lives when you take random decisions.. decisions that are so randomly random... planing a 800km trip in hot indian summer on a motorbike is another such decision. But the lure of writing my own road diary was a reason enough for me to go for it, and hence on july 1 we set the foot on the pedal or hand on the accelerator, whatever..! Once i was on the road there was no tv channels..travelling and living, discovery...helloo, where are u?? anyway i didn't had the time to wait for them.. so i and AP(thats my buddy, roommate, etc etc..)started the journey...the bags that were sagging on to the sides like..!! u know what! created helluva problem.but well the adjustment did continued and finally reached a acceptable( i don't know to whom!) stage.. food was on the move..basically bananas and magoes.. go green full on! people enroute were staring at me as if i am a alien, thanks to my funky helmet and toad kind of goggles!! who cares though! reached amritsar at 5 and headed straight to wagah border..the hot summer and overcrowded place took out all the patriotism out of the head, all we could muster was a meek "bharat mata ki jai"..even bharat mata must be cursing the summer heat! wuff! found a creepy room to stay at night , where the neighbours were two lesbinas!! gosh what a waste!!

lazy is what lazy does!

i have meet many people who are hardworking in my life..but the good part is hard work is hardly contegious!! have you ever seen someone start working coz the person next to him working.. only incase he/she(i hate this part coz of the feminists i have to type more!) is your senior and you really want to impress him/her(see again!), which basically means you are licking his a**! but see the amazing thing with the lazy things, say like yawn.. its so damn contegious.. 57% of people yawn after seeing the person next to them yawn..amazing stat isn't it! but being lazy is not that easy..its a art that needs perfection..but i guess having been there and done that! i can give u a sneak peek in the anatomy of a lazy person.. well to begin with, first thing first.. laziness is a state of mind.. u can't fake it.. you got to attain it and than perfect it..so having understood the basic premise.. lets go ahead mates..to begin with u got to get the lazy look on your face.. let me try to explain it to u..its like u got to keep ur eyes blurred and mouth slightly open, head tilted to right.. and the expression of "i'll die if i even blink my eye"..i wish i could put my pic here! well i being a lazy always wishes that i had a find tool(ctrl+F ) key in my life..coz hate to get up and look for things..(well a lazy mind has to think weird) ..thinking is somthing that lazy minds do quite ofte, even though most of it is wishful..but you got to do it, sometimes(there is no regualr wor in a lazy person dictionary!) being a lazy you need to work on sore ass pains.. too feel and look lazy you got to sit at the same place and same pose for hours, hence the back and ass pain to endure..but let me tell you, once you get used to it, it ain't that painful.. and just in case soebosy corners you to do any work.. well just do this..If you are asked to do something you REALLY don't want to do, first try your manly best to get out of it. If that doesn't work, go ahead and do what you were asked to do, but complain that you don't know howto do it and continuously ask questions on how to do each little part. If no one rushes in to do it for you yet, finish the job in the most half-assed way you possibly can and then say "See???? I told you I couldn't do it." Eventually people will stop asking you to do things. Also practice your blank stare.. look lost whenever anyone calls you.. you will be told to get lost eventually..so thats ok..remember promises are meant to be broken.. promise the sky and deliever only thin air! changes are not necessary, the thing would not have come in the first place if it was not supposed to be there..so resist change..but incase it requires you to do any work to resist this change, leave it..let the change happen..as if we the lazy guys bother!! well enough man, i am already tired.. my fingers are going numb with this strenous activity. so i am going to tell you the rest of the stuff once my next thinking session is due, which is like 3 week away.(my brain is as lazy as my ass!)

confession of criminal mind

its been a long time since shooting has been banned in india courtsey mrs maneka gandhi.. but last week i was given the task to shoot dogs!! their no. has increased faster than indian inflation rate.. pay commision not doing much about us, i thought that i might as well give it a shot..you never know its might be a alternate carrer for me!! might win a gold medal one day in olympics!! or better become a assasin!! well whatever, castles made in dreams don't last long.. the dogs were much faster than me(both mentally and physcially!!) the first one was a black ugly looking one.. i shot him at 25 m range..accurate and lethal..thats me!! but the moment i turn my back towards him, he gets up and vanishes, well now i can't even claim i shot one.. the photographer(my poor junior who has been tasked by me to shoot my antics) was looking scared..he also missed the shot! and well the dogs here were really expert in gurriela warfare, coz i could not see any dog after the first kill(well i hope that the shot is going to give him a death, the slow kinds.. ). i went on my bike with a gun in my hand(just like DUS..atleast thats what i felt!). A gun in hand always gives a kick! well the 1 hour search was futile as i could not find one dog! and while i was relaxing after the search, came one more walking into my trap..boom..just miss..boom 2nd shot and that was one more kill..but the photographer was missing again.. alas.. and suddenly my phone started ringing, i thought its a call form the indian olympic asscociation.. well 3 shots for 2 kill is a nice avg. but it was angry residents, particualrly the ladies venting their anger on me.. one lady made the resquest of leaving a black bitch she feeds..well what was she thinking, i will lift up the tail..see the sex and than shoot.. the dogs are not that dumb lady! and next request, not to shoot a CUTE brown dog... now how do i find out this CUTE dog among the 5 options of brown dogs that i had...!!!anways the double strike was enough to scare the entire community of the street dogs there.. and well my life was not good after that, ladies looked to me a heartless soul.. well not true.. society creates crme, criminals just do the job! and well some one has to do the dirty job..so was i..but i feel sad coz just by chance on that date one person has died there, but no one knew about it.. well if you respect life..a human life is also of same importance as a dog's life..but at the same time, it was just a job for me, not a hobby for me..

hardcore days and softcore nights!

first thing first.. its not the title of a vivid video or a playboy one.. its what i am going through! but thats just a random thought, these things vary from person to person.. but its just that as my working hours are stretching longer than BABOOL(thats the bad tasting bubble gum we all had in the late 90's!).. from 5..6...7...8...its 9 now! but thats not a big deal.. thats what we are working for right?? its just that some people i am working for deserve a sock in their face, and yes with gymming so hard, i am well capable now!! the darde disco look is goin to be in soon! and yes my parents make me feel old every day.. they sound as if all the girls are going to die soon.. the race is on and as per them i am in the last enclosure.. coz so many 'baba' log have got married.. hello why should i pay for their sins! i change my hair style every month, thats my fav time..roadies is reaching its finale soon, and its true people are big time hooked here.. shamvi is attaining cult status! and everyone says, had i been there i would have done better(including me, and i am ashamed of that!), but chum if u could u would have been there>> i don't know what i am writing, but i guess if no one cares why should i too... life is so strange, we all don't know whats in store for us, but still we make so many plans as if we are GOD.. only one wish, life should have been little simpler..