on Saturday, May 7, 2011
There are some moments in life when your brain feels like the inside of saree blouse full of gujarati ladies during the annual discount sale. There are some moments in life when you want your leg to be flexible enough to curve back & give a Rajnikanth kick on your back, strong enough to dysfunction your morning rituals eneffective for few weeks. There are some moment in live when you want to go back in past, clean up all the mistakes, you had done.
I am such a stupid guy, they should lock me in a cage with mike tyson & anu malik just to insure i die a slow & painful death in case tyson spare me, high on non-violence principle he read on the internet.
Its not i forgot it, its not i dont want to wish her and act cool "ahh, i was busy", its not i was short of balance, its just i couldnot phone her., and i blurted out "SHIT!" so loud enough, all the babies of colony soiled their diapers.
I know i sound like i have done something as bad as becoming an unwed father of twins, but what i have done is worse than that- i didnot wished my friend MTP her birthday on time, as planned.
The word friend is as weak as an A K hangal when it comes to what she had become to me. She is one of those few people in my life, who i know will be around all life. And even now, i cant believe how much fool i can be. Even though i have apologised to her but still, i want her to know how special she is.





Picasso, I know i was as fool as Ram gopal varma but you are the person with whom i share too many fond memories, my dark secrets... Meeting up at the metro station, aimless chatter over music, the day we spent in connaught place, rounding around the circle, without knowing we had reached the starting point, where we began from, and oviously the timeless, one of the greatest evening under the empty sky, over the stairs. I guess, i can make a short movie about that.

So now to clear it up to you, i may get the date and time of your birthday tattoed on my arm, like in permanent ink, even if it make me look like Aamir khan in Ghajni minus the 8 pack abs. I will buy you golgappas, maggi, chinnese food when you came to india even if you dont want to eat. I will be there on every special day of my life from next birthday to the 60th birthday of your grand children, even if i have hundreds of important work line up. I will tell my friends your smile is too coruscating to brighten up all the metro stations in delhi, even if they refuse to believe.
And i am so sorry for being so stupid, even if you say you are fine.

Happy birthday!!!
on Tuesday, May 3, 2011
AIEEE held on 1 may 2011 was delayed by 3 hours due to 'some techinal reasons' as they told us that time. Walking out of the exam center me and my friend, we had an awosome plan of kidnapping the CBSE director's daughter, wife & mother (in case of any of those were unavailabe we planned to pull up his sister-in-law. After all saali hai) and the plan made me 'schizophrenic' (angreezo ko pagal dinosaur ki poonch se bandh kar ghaseetna chahiye. Itne muskil words banate kyon hai ye log?)
i was having a communication with this friend since i was part of the conversation, it was of shameful intellectual standard. I was talking about my new hair cut. I think i look more cute after the haircut. A little girl looked at my head & pointing at it said 'chee' i guess that mean she found it cute.
Suddenly it moved a rather philosophical & he asked me "have you ever thought what kind of a person are you?" i promptly coughed...murmmured something about avagadro number and then delhi's heat. The conversation ended after that (itna heavy queschun ke baad to karni padegi na)
but later i slacked into darkness of mood and thought
WHAT KIND OF PERSON I AM?
Now i am confident as zaheer bowling to alka yagnik when i say around 4 people on this earth would be intresting in this answer... After exam i was convinced it was my private 'black sunday' the frequency of spitting the wrong answers was as good as the speed of a lady cheetah after being chased by a very excited & clearly, not well intentioned, shakti kapoor.
After 5 hours my shoes were smelling like ammonium nitrate, thankfully everyone was so pissed by steamy weather that nobody noticed.
I believe introspection is a good thing and why only we listen to only celebrities about their favourite places & dishes (Priyanka Chopra's favourite is rajma chawal & I m learning to cook rajma chawla)
so now the winces ,yawns, pleads & deaththreatr not with standing i talk about what i am myself as a person.
Only when i was 13, i was sitting at the school library, during a particular intense browsing of famina (or was it cosompolitan? Whatever... It was equally good) there in the corner, i saw a quote by some old ethiopian vegetable seller-
IF YOU DONT KNOW YOURSELF, THAN YOU SUCKS. DISCOVER THYSELF!!!
I torn away the page carrying the quote & stiffed in my pocket. Went home & pasted that sheet on my wall of the room. Later that day, mom complained to dad, about me pasting photograph of firang girl in my room at the tender age of thirteen.
Some people cant ignore a scantely dressed girl in the page background covering 75% area and focus on the quote. Uff!
But over the years i have tried to practice what quite i am. So i have learned to listen to myself, i have learned to understand my inner voice so i dont need to go for things that make me 'cool' or 'happening' or 'smarty' thus i dont drink or smoke. Even though some guys around me gulp gallons of alcohol and while i sip limca.
Improvement is something that belongs to my list, but preparing to please my sense is aint exactly on my things to do. In short i am uncool, shrunk-in-old-times, strange to lot of people.
I am beginning to understand the importance of searching for happiness in the rich places, achievement, degree, college, shallow relations that serve as rocket fuel for the ego, but an ego boost is as diffrent from happiness as ostrich is from priyanka chopra and its as useless as watching other actors instead of priyanka chopra in any movie or ad. Its like trying to fix inzmam-ul-haq and his family in the green rob tight suit wore by priyanka chopra in fashion movie.
Now why kiss in post title? Well it was just to keep your perverted minds reading till end. Chow!