while you wait ...

Aaj hum aap logon ko Gajar ka halwa banana sikhayenge. Bilkul aasan hai isme koi mushkil ki baat nahi. Aage likhi steps ko dhyan se kariye. To sabse pehle aap gas jala len. Aur ab fridge se gajar nikal kar kisna start karen.....

Ok, I sense something wrong . koi nahi, A bit busy these days stuck in some studies and some pretend work. While you wait for my next post, and you are vella by defult if you do so, so utilize your time in making gajar ka halwa. I'll be back. Turn off the gas if you want to save some money, i was only kidding.

Work Is Not Enough

I never thought I could do so much work in one go. I think work should ideally be distributed uniformly across many dayz in such a way that you have ample time to take a nap or two in between. I am a senior software engineer, and working my ass off in a way so that I can easily get demoted to a junior one, or even an intern level. (Naah, I’m not that bad, I’ve heard higher you move up the ladder, more managerish you become and lesser you have to think or do. So, think reverse.). That is my funda but these people just won’t listen and give me more and more work. And I see so many people around me behaving in such a critically busy way (as if they’re missing an Indian train) that I even have started feeling proud telling people that I am busy. Some people got real offended as they thought I am trying to avoid them. That is the problem in not saying “I’m busy”, term too often. So I’ve made it a point to repeat these two golden words at least twice a day just for the heck of it. Aakhir image ka sawaal hai. Kabhi na kabhi to banana padegi yaar.

And I’m working late nights. I almost dozed off in front of my boss today trying to prove that I’m actually working hard. He didn’t believe me, such an ass he is. But bosses round the world are famous for that and I have no hard feelings for him. I actually tried my best to sympathize with him and tried to prove that all is not bad, unless the whole system failed and my whole life rotated right in front of me. He tried to blame the team and I tried to defend them, the people who made the system. I tried to blame it on something else, but he was just not duffer enough. Darn. I again pitied him and forgave him for his ignorance almost instantaneously. I think he should learn to be more of a manager and should donate what is left of his brain to Mr. George Bush, and then maybe both can be of at least some use to their country.

Somebody had told me long back that you shouldn’t mind people who are angry and yelling. He was yelling that he’ll not let me go back to India. I told him not to worry about that since I will go back anyway. I left when I saw he didn’t recognize the sense of humor in my voice and almost spilled his coffee on his shoes. Well that’s ok because I wasn’t kidding anyway. I was just hoping that he would think that I’m joking or something, and later on I would tell him straight from flight that I wasn’t. Hell of a plan that was.

But somehow, I still feel that work is not enough. I still have time to talk to the people I want to. I am writing this blog already. Was never short of time so as not to pick up and play my guitar at least once everyday. I can check my personal emails, and even write replies. I have time to chat with my few close friends, to eat food and drink coffee. I have enough time to burn my lungs thoroughly and there was never more time to get pissed off at things so confidently. I have not yet stopped taking bath and using deodorant. I still brush my teeth and comb my hair. And so I’ve started believing, no matter how busy you are, you always have time to do the things you like ( or some cleansing things which you have to ). Simply, work cannot be enough, its just never ending facet of our life…. I guess.

Anyway, I’ll leave now, I’m quite busy you see…

Happy Birthday Party and a Deep Thought

Sometimes I think I am a very versatile guy. On one hand I attend full contri bevda bachelor party with a newspaper, namkeen with kate huye pyaz on top, a few beer and daroo bottles, and a couple of hopeless guys eager to swallow every last drop of alcohol they can. While on the other hand I attend a full fledged family happy birthday parties, with as much as nine families (ok, I usually don’t count, but there was nothing else to do), and kids of all possible ages.

It creates a kind of confidence in you, looking forward to a family life full of decency and veg jokes, that you just can’t. The mere aura of the room looks so enticing, that I wanted to eat a full large pizza, just to keep me busy so that people don’t sympathize with me. A few people did try to console me for my pathetic situation (that is, being a bachelor), but didn’t say more than “feeling bored, huh?”, watching me work all the way on my pizza. Although I did hear a few comments like, “Ha ha, you’re next!!”. But I figure its just their usual way to remind themselves again and again of their happy and fulfilled life, and pull more and more freedom out of people. Of course ;).

So what do you do when you get invited to such family parties? I usually get indulged in some deep thoughts like which beer to buy next, or when would we next go to a beach to see all those blondes taking sun bath. There is ample time to do that at such places, although I did had to pass on a few mature comments like, “yes, I’ll have one more drink”, with no reference to alcohol, and really great thoughts like, “Yes, investing in real state is the best”. Believe me.

And I don’t know what is it with family people eager to finish up everything they have at their place to eat. “Arrey, aur le lo thoda sa, nachi to bach jayega”. Arrey wo to apan bol nahi paya ki, “Aunty chinta mat karo, apan ghar le ke jayega”, nahi to people would tag me for a typical cheap bachelor forever, more because I called them aunty. I have never seen bachelors doing such stuff in a daroo party except may be for the alcohol they have. That too is not possible because alcohol is just never too much in a party, and so we are spared by such terrible thoughts of alcohol wastage or “alcohol abuse”.

And you automatically get promoted to an uncleji kind of guy with so many kids around. Kids were shouting “Uncleji”, and it really brought tears to my ears. I look myself in mirror, and I look like 15 year old kid with may be some extra fat here and there, but these kids break my heart.

With my neck deep in work these dayz, you know, I had to get out of that place right after finishing my pizza. Hey, don’t give me that look, I know what you are thinking … you’re thinking “Ha!” … ;)

But as I stepped out, I just couldn’t get the happy look at birthday girl’s face out of my head when she cut the cake and everyone sang the birthday song. I just wondered when would be the next time I can become so happy. And probably the last time I was so happy was when I was cutting that cake myself, with family, friends, colony kids and relatives from other cities used to come and sing Happy Birthday for me. They were awesome dayz. I wonder even if a trip to goa would give me that level of innocent happiness.

Philam Ishtar

Last few dayz have been hectic. Hectic becuase I had lotz of work. Not that I did much of that, but it was hectic anyways. Sometimes mere presence of a task to complete is much more burdensome than actually doing it. I tried to prove it to my boss that I am not a good soul for it, I was actually born to do something else, like say work in movies. But he won't listen and gave me the unowned ownership. And so I had to work while in office, while at home, while cooking food, while watching you tube, checking cute girls's profile on orkut, checking gmail and I'm working even while writing this post. Its a heavy burden, I need to get some stuff done. And I guess working once in a while haven't broken anyone's leg I know yet. Even my boss works once in a while.

But on the other hand if you seriously believe that you were born to do something else, I bet you would hate your life after a couple of years. Thats because then all this becomes a temp thing for you and you actually look forward to your true self. And inevitably when it doesn't come, you become what you are. Like for me, I didn't become a movie star. Only if I had chance, I would have been best movie actor ever. But some of my damned depressing friends and my mirror tells me that I am only fit for Ramsay Brother's horror movies with a bedsheet all over me and my face. And my computer software tells me that I was made only for export quality geeky stuff, which is a hardcoded statement in that software (ok, this was a geeky line, apply your brains). But I blame it to my dad, not running off to somewhere in bombay and become a big shot movie star. If he would have done that, I would have made it.

Shush now, dont tell anyone, but I am pulling all this movie crap just to tell you guys that hollywood itself has come to my office here in US, with a pretend aim of shooting a film called death sentence, and actual aim of hiring me as lead actor in their next movie. Kevin Becon (its a name, not referring to pig) himself is coming to see the guy chose for their next movie (thats me, dumbo). They have finally recognised acting talent of software guys during all these years. We act everyday during our meetings. You might laugh, but the role is of a short cute Indian guy, who becomes a millionaire after stealing all the spoons one by one from office canteen and selling them on ebay. Inspired by the role, I have already decided to steal the table lamps in the cubicles prepared for movie shoot and sell them on ebay, first thing tomorrow morning. I know there are people crazy enough on ebay to buy such overwhelmingly useless stuff for good money.

Ok. before you start hating me, I'll cut this crap out. but I'm not falling asleep and I have nothing better to do, so i will write some more. may be about today. No, don't get any ideas, no matter how much you ask or anything, I'm not going to tell you about what I ate today.

I had to be ready for office by 8.10 this morning. I woke up at 7.55 when my roommate shouted loud enough within millimeters of turning me into the deaf guy with a katora in his hands. Don't worry, It doesn't happen everyday, I forgot to set my alarm last night. The days I set my alarm, I usually keep snoozing it for about an hour and right before my roommate comes to shout, I get up. Mainly because of the fear that I will loose my ears forever if I allowed this shouting everyday. And so everybody blamed me for getting them late, even though I can swear on my shower curtains that they weren't ready either. Its a tough world, you'll be blamed if you are not ready on time. And when I reached office, my conference call was cancelled. Thats sad in a sense becuase now I have to pass 30 more minutes and I could have come more later. But happily, I didn't had to give any status for the work I didn't do. They usually don't care about the stuff you got done, but there's a lot of discussion on stuff you didn't do.

Anyway, since there was lots of work, I decided to take a coffee break first and start afresh. While I just finished coffee, somebody took me to 4th floor where hollywood guys were preparing sets. I sneaked inside and had my pictures pasted in all the cubicles. Now when the movie is released, if my picture shows up on screen, I can sue them to be a millionaire.

Then I ran off from that place. What if anybody spots me? Who would sign 300 autographs for crew members? Thats a lot of signing. I have little fingers, which are used to play guitar (ladies, please notice, no kidding!), not to pull some autograph stunt.

Anyway, I know we just moved till lunch, but its already 1.58 AM and I would have to at least lie down now. I don't have strength enough to run spell check, so if anything bothers you, please copy the text... paste into MS Word and press F7 to run spell check. thank you for your understanding nature.

bhai ko dekhna maangta

abe sun re ghaslet... kaan ka wax zara poora bahar nikaal aur baat ko zara dhyan se sun aur samajh. Abhi kya hai kuchh filmon main bheja apply karne ka try naii karne ka kya. comedy ki pavitra bhaavna se movie dekhne ka aur samajhne ka try ekdum se usi time nahi maarne ka. ab pj mat maarna ki bhanva kaun? dimaag sad jata hai apna isse. ye wala joke bahut chal chuka abhi. Haan pan agar tu ekdum hi sentiaps ki dukaan type aadmi hai and u ask for checks (uii... cheques) when the person you robbing doesn't have cash, fir baat alag hai. fir to tera kaleja movie ke beech main hi muh ho aa jayega aur tu side walon ko lagega tu leak kar rela hai. aur baad main bahut majaak udega. to load nahi lene ka, movie ke beech main movie ka majaak banane ka, itta hi man kar riya hai to baad main time mila to sochne ka. samjha kya e leakage?

go watch lage raho munn bhai and curcuit bhai. a feat in bhejaless movies where the director tries to put in his bheja and tries to convey his message. aur poora chance hai ki pehle aadhe ghante main to hans hans a kidney bahar aane wali hai ma kasam. aur beechh beech main director ne itti zor se bheja lagayela hai ki aankh ka shutter down kar lene ka. thoda time baad kholne ka. aise bhee tu dekhne nahi gaya to koi bada locha nahi hai, bhai log tere ko tere bathroom se utha ke leke jaayenge aur picure dikhayenge. hit karaana maangta hai. bhai ne bola picture hit to hit.

par ek baat. sath main ek cotton a bedding leke jane ka. arey nahi yaar, kisi ko maarne pitne ka nai. tu samjha hoga ki do jamane ka aur ruyi se blood rokne ka. nahi yaar, watt mat laga mood ki. sun dhyan se. concentrate karke movie dekhna aur jaise hi koi gana vaana aaye kaan main cotton ka gadda daal dene ka. gane nahi sunne ka, sala nahi to gaya bheja ekdum se dark ages main. mamoo, precaution rakhne ka. love story pe bhee jyada dhyan nahi dene ka, love is anyway a triumph of imagination over intelligence. uii... solid baat. :)

ab kya hai, i hav seen a hindi movie after a long time. i've got my hair cut twice during that period and its time for third one. to ho sakta hai lambe baalon ki ghutan hai ya picturon se judai ka asar, but munna bhai .. err .. circuit bhai ko dekhna to maangta... samajh main aaya kya? abhi jeb se haath nikal, computer band kar, bike utha aur dekh ke aa. fir baat karte hain apun. dekhte hain tu bhaigiri chhodta hai ki nahi??

Atif is Back ...

This guy just rocks... I dunno what he eats for breakfast, but his songs are just full. Now the character in the video below is not Atif himself... I just took the link coz it was the only full song video on you tube... :)



Also check out what Wikipedia has to say about this guy

And as I was talking to one of my good friend Prayank, we couldn't agree more that it is Bollywood that is corrupting the heart of Indian music industry, while the pakis just rock at that. It just can't be lack of talent in India, but they are overshadowed by Bollywood's dhin-chak-mirchi type songs...

Why can't we be more supportive of our guys too?

Shadi ki jana main kaun?

I’m listening to the song “Bulla ki Jana main kaun” and watching the video also. Its an amazing feeling to see a sardarji playing guitar all the way. And that too very seriously, without any “Oye Balle Balle!!” and all that. Who would have thought of that? Sardarjis are in all parts of the world, in most of the movies and are doing all kind of stuff. I see a space shuttle going off track, I don't care. But a guitarist sardarji? I feel like paresh rawal in heraferi, all confused. Although he is playing good, far better than I would ever play, but his guitar doesn’t have the look of being a happy dude about it. Now I know how my guitar feels when I play it. It would be crying in all his energy to be handed over to a sardarji rather then me fondling and molesting it. Not a good sign for me ;).

I’m a grown up boy now. I guess so because of the fact that most of the people talk to me about marriage these days. And that too apparently mine. Earlier they use to talk about my work. More earlier, they use to talk about my marks and exams, which was an absolute torture. I had to apply more brains to talk about exams than exams themselves. Its hard to make up all the stories you know, about why are you still good even though your marks suck and how the teachers and system are inefficient. Its an absolute rocket science, considering that I had to come up with a new story every six months, after every semester. I use to apply my brains every six months, and it’s been four years since I did that last. I can’t stop laughing at that.. ;))

And if stupidity could be sold on per kilogram basis, I would be millionaire by now. I prove that again and again by giving sensible answers to questions like, “What kind of girl you want?”. And they take it as I’m just dying to get married. And because I cannot find a girl by myself, I’m just begging them to find one. Well, the first part is true, so I don’t mind.

But anyway, showing some sensibleness is far better than the answer I gave the first time mom asked that question. I went like, “eighth pass atleast”. Mom did not understand my seriousness at all and gave me the worst-ever-son-look-at-shravan-kumar look and asked me to grow up. Now I want to be all honest about it, I mean, a girl would have to donate all his brains to local municipality’s sweeper guy to get ready to marry me. And if she doesn’t, mom would have to sell all her jewelry and give money to the girl to convince her. But I decided to give some answer to this question after that, and now they want me to get married and grow up at the same time. Alright.

Anyway, life’s been pretty much chill since I made the decision to go back to India in October, except for all those marriage talks. Although its only been two days since I made that decision but I already feel the smell of Indore’s Poha/Jalebi and cut chai. I can’t wait to get home, where everything is familiar, even stray dogs and pigs make you feel right at home… ;)

Bulla song is over twice now and I will end this post. Let me go back to the song again and check out more closely if that sardarji is playing that guitar for real... ??

Morale Science

Yesterday one of my flat mates, while eating eggs (arey yaar cooked, not raw), asked the other one “how many eggs have you eaten till now?”. The other guy gave him a damnedest veggie look you’d ever see in you life and took this as a very personal question. He asked other one to leave the apartment right away. They didn’t tell me, I wasn’t home, but after noticing the state of two my pillows, I believe they fought too. I wonder why they didn’t throw eggs at each other. So now the egg eating guy is leaving this month end, while the veggie guy was already scheduled to leave a few dayz after that. So now I’m out of roomies, a treat for enjoying my beer out somewhere at that time… God is indeed watching… ;).

People are interesting; sometimes stuff just comes right in your nose from nowhere, and you just can’t blow it away.

And now I’m hitting all time low on morale, almost 50 feet deep now. The way my roommates keep telling each other stuff, I dig almost three quarters of a foot per day. Soon enough, I’ll be a bore hole and will hope to solve some water problem.

And this sign hung in a cube of one of my colleague (angrej) doesn’t help much out of my situation

“The beating will continue, Until morale improves ...”

At first I thought its like a catch-22. Since beating will continue, morale will keep on going down and hence beating will continue for ever. That was the Sylvester-Stallone-working-out type phase of my stay and I was made to work at a rate of 40 kg per second. But one day I figured, there gotta be a way to stop beating, I mean, what kind of a by-birth-eating-raw-eggs pessimist dude would post such a pessimistic note in his cube? May be I’m reading it by the same logic by what you’d consider Ganguly to be best ever on-side player beating the balls out of Shoaib Akhtar.

So I tried to putting it the other way round. I thought if my morale keeps getting down, the beating will keep on going. So I guess, I’ll have to improve my morale somehow to get the beating to stop. Bingo!!

I got the right answer this time and tried my best to improve my morale by watching 2 Akshay Khanna and 1 Govinda movie. I could not rent a Ranjikanth one, or it would have been a perfect boost to get even my intestines working at twice their rate, although intestines working so fast would pose some obvious problems. Anyway, morale did improve but the beating still only slowed down, it still won’t stop.

And that’s then I figured. Beating won’t stop coz I was consciously trying to keep my mind off it while watching those movies. I realized, 20 years from now, none of the beatings matter, but the morale will keep you going. And I started enjoying Friends in a real sense, without the thought of any reason whatsoever.

And beating did stop.

And that’s true, 20 years from now, if I live, none of this would matter anyway, only happiness remains. So go and do whatever you want, not what you see others are doing. And as forrest gump used to say, “there's only so much fortune a man really needs...”, I don’t care about my extra savings either. I have enough, and I have my life. Not a real ambitious thing to say, but to hell with it.

So bhai log, I’ve made my decision now. I’m cutting my trip short and coming back to India early October sometime… yippiee.. :D

Ma and pa are real happy, I’d get to spend Diwali with them. I plan to buy lotz of crackers and blow the hell out of everybody’s eardrums. I’ll save half to throw at my current room mates, but sush!!, don’t tell ‘em. They’ll really hate me if they come to know of this post. Being real personal fellows, they may take it personally and decide to throw eggs or tomatoes at me. I don’t want that. I mean, who’ll do all the washing after that? But then, since 20 years from now none of these eggs would matter, what the hell… let me go and get some eggs made… at least those ones wouldn't be thrown at me then ... :D

Of a certain K3G phase in life

(Warning: Long and a dimaag ka dal fry kar dene wali post, resulted as a side effect of overdose of an overnight thought injection, which usually I’m allergic to)

No, Aishwarya is not getting fatter and she’s still prettier and sexier than all the other ladies out there. If you are one of those people who think that her dayz are gone and Mallika Sherawat rocks, please pick your suitcase and get the hell out of here. And if you are one of those who are still in love with Aish, then get the hell out of here too, I don’t need no more competition. I’m already going crazy here and will tolerate no more Sanjay Datts out there trying to touch her here and there.

So I have decided that I’m going to run this blog wild, free and crazy. When mallika can run herself up that way screen, I can at least do it with my blog. For last few weeks, I’ve scraped at least 20 posts because my thought are going all haywire, itni buri tarah inspired by Kaante movie that they are killing all each other in a sunny deolish manner with ukhdo handpumps and all. I close my eyes and I see myself holding one big sword covering all the earth in a round shape and I’m moving in a train. If you happen to like Veer Zara, yaar bole to if your brain is the size of an amoeba, then mujhe samjhane de chirkut, I’m going all crazy kind of these days with my temper balanced on a mosquito, who is biting Amitabh Bachhan’s nose in Deewar, and is going to get shot in 2 sec by Big B himself. I’m all like dharma paji with his index finger in his mouth and “Kutte, main tera khoon pi jaaonga” kinda stuff.

It seems like I’m just trying to keep my ice cubes cold, where none of this matter. I get real meaning of Nirvana these days. By the time I get to finish my post, my thoughts already fly away to some distant galaxy and then the post doesn’t make sense even to me. All the money, job, internet, life, purpose, soul, all seem like non-fat milk. So just in case this post makes it to my blog, that would be a downright sixer, as if Jugal Hansraj is back into movies with a machine gun in his hands killing all the gundas trying to molest his girlfriend.

Now I hate to write salma aga kind of stuff. Stuff which makes you take your finger up your nose and kill the only few remaining and living brain cells, finally making a big cavity up in your skull stuffed with can food. And by a curious misfortune, this post is going right there to the smallest circle of sadness dart board. All I would actually like is to go to youtube to watch some movies, read some fundoo blogs whose links are on the right, watch some comedy serials with girls in mini skirts and keep my mind off things.

But that’s ok to happen. If you are dropped off on an island even some where in Hawaii all on your own, with nobody to talk to, and 40 ton per cubic inch work pressures, this happens. And some of the stuff is copyrighted itta zor se ki I just can’t let it out. I’m doing just like what most of my friends doing these days, having hard time with trouble to find good-and-not-half-boiled-chicken type food, lack of watching Akshay Kumar or Govinda movies, adwares attacking laptop from outer space, and people saying stuff like, “Nothing new yaar, even Aishwarya is getting fatter”. And lack of emails/scraps/comments adds up to the tension which I’m sure will someday cause India-Pakistan historic civil .. er.. nuclear war.

Blogging is one of the things which keeps my mind off. So here I go... happy blogging.

Although I know not many people read this blog, but even if you are, then no need to feel anything for me right now, it’s just a phase, I’ll make it go away. Leave a comment if you want to, may be it will make me feel better. I deserve at least a comment since I made you come this far and you actually had to scroll once…;). If you feel like scrolling on a blog to read it down, that post is good enuf. Most of the times I’m not like it, believe me.

And I know that I’m just writing bullshit, which I should actually try to make funny, but I just can’t these dayz. And believe me, even if I only by mistake read this post twice, its going to recycle bin too. But I’m in desperate need of a post to blog, even though I’m having a real hard time writing this K3G type stuff.

And In a true Vijay Dinanath Chauhan’s mummy style, agar bhagwan kahin hain aur ye sab likh raha hai, then I definitely need a copy of the document for my records because what he should be writing is, “Just a phase”. If he’s writing anything else, folks, count me in for an atheist. I really mean it.

I’m really sorry for all those whom I made read this post, if this one makes it to my blog, I will personally meet them and throw in a super-cut chai party with parle g buiscuit for you to make up. If you are a single girl and reading this post, I want to assure you that I’m not a classical case of broken heart; I’m way past it by years now and now I’m really cheery. So you just need to drop in your phone number, even if you are reading this post many years later. For your records, I have a decent salary, good career and a rocking life ahead, no kids and no kidding...;)

Chal dhakkan, ab bahut ho gaya sorry vorry, ab nikalta hoon yahan se. Aaj Friday hai, I just want to party… yeay…

I guess I just need to loose control (Amir wala), bahut ho gaya loose-control (bole to dheela wala).

Let’s get the party started …

(Oh well, you might be wondering, but on the 1000^th hit on my previous blog, I had to close it down. Of course, the 1000^th hit was by your pal here. I’m just following a simple logic by what I started blogging, and that is to blog freely. I had to do it.

Now that I have taken out the bone successfully out my throat, let me start by trying to write something here…. enssoi… )

Last week we went out to a bar to grab some beers, continuing our usual Friday trend. To the same place where we went last to last week. And we had some really chill time there then, with the cutest waitress of all times serving right at the table next to us. (I just realized that it would be more chilling, if she’d have been serving us). But anyway, I was practically into her, until I got scared by the big bald muscular manager who frenched her right up to the throat. So long.

But there was something real funny with the place tonight, and I couldn’t make anything out of it initially. It was jam packed and I had to drink two beers standing, staring at the only decent waitress. Now don’t get me wrong, if you are with your American friend(s) and his wife, you got to check out chicks. Or they’ll think you are gay. Seriously serious, no kidding. Now that rocks!! What more do I want in life to be able to check out chicks on the expense of being considered straight and a nice guy… bingo!! And I think I really took the advantage of the situation and stared the hell out the waitress’s face, and below, almost making her come on to me and ask me out on a date (Yeah right, I wish!!). She was hell of a looker.

So I just followed my natural tendencies to be a moron-guy-checking-out-chicks and finally the American guy told me the funny thing about the place I suspected, which surpassed my Sherelock Holmes eyes.

Each Friday, all the gay people in Columbia (or the most of them) decide a place via email … and they all attack it. And by the good grace of Murphy, this place was it tonight.

Now first thing that surprised me was that gay people had internet and emails. And second that they know how to use it to booze?? And now I’m all conscious, “what the hell? All the guys standing around the bar are gay? Will they start doing something in public? The guy who just said excuse me was gay? Did he try to touch me??”

Now I have nothing against gay people… It’s just that they are gay. Much the way dogs would think of American humans, when dog owners have to pick up their poop. Now I know how girls would feel when they are surrounded by real tapori type guys making comments. I realized the evilness of eve teasing on an another level, really.

We got the hell out of that place before it started getting all creepier and headed off to another bar downtown… for a fresh new booze start…

This blog is a fresh new start also… welcome to the party… ;)

Ps: Nothing much about the name of the blog, I was watching the famous movie and I happen to like parties and booze… ;)