Most of it was fabricated.Like crying over the shoulder just to show everyone that I cared.Like talking about sunny days when you actually like the nights.
I need to get a grip.Man,I mean I really need to.Yesterday was a one of those realization days.You fight with your ego and you crave to move on,but then its the voice at the back of me head.A disoriented feeling of being left out,secluded,ever had that? Contorted sympathies roll out and they laugh at the back of me back.The spine had ears and eyes and they listened and saw everything,preferred to keep quiet though.Its cold,like steel,feels cold on th temples.But then,I chuckle to me-self and say "Its summer baby,put on your shades and shield your eyes from the dark warm breeze....".Insecurity,ha!!Kill me,shoot me and I'd rather die without that.
Like turkeys on warm Christmas corn.

As the gloom of the winter sets in and the chilly wind blows goosebumps on you,it brings back memories of a time long lost by technology,hairstyles,adolescence and the entire late 90's thing.

Ektu exhausted laage aajkaal,buro'o hoyechi onek.....thats why old memories be flooding me mind.

Tora calcutta trip'er aar random chobi dekh.Ill try and get a pirated file of Karzzzzzzzz.Tan-tan-tan-tandoori nights...tandoori nights!!!!

Play the clay

Dope Times

Now,what? You are saying it aint right,huh?
Yeh,of course,it aint friggin' right.I know,it aint love.
Well,I dunno if it is....maybe,you know.
Ha,if I dont know who will,eh...and I know it aint.
But I think its her,I really do.
But tell me something,of all people....her??
Well,she's cute,she gives me sweet fat pinches and she smells nice..
You're crazy,why not the other woman?
The first one?
Yeah.I remember her.
Im thinking career interests.Not mine,of course,duhhh!
What?
Ya,she has plans,big plansI hear.I mean,money,being rich,,you know,I think.
Ya?? And what about "The plans"??
Just dont bother,I dont think I know.
Create a cult? Change the world?
I like that.
You know you are never gonna do that.
Ha!you are just being fuckin prejudiced.
No,I just know you are never gonna do that.
How do you know,what I can do.
Now now,remember,'John','Jack' and the wrong son who got killed?
What has that go to do with this?
Well,maybe you aint the wrong son.
Maybe you are way too fucked up.
So you are trying to get back.
No way.
Ha,I see anger.Revenge,I presume then.Revenge,best served cold,eh??
Fuck you,I think I need a cold shower.

So,it gets a bit boring up here.Yes,in spite of watching endless back to back episodes of Scrubs and The Simpsons.So I tune in to news channels.Sometimes,of course.
Its surprising how we never make it to the news channels.I am talking about this piece of news I actually saw on some news channels about how some snake actually ate up a parrot.Ok,parrots can sing.But you know whats news,a snake not only bites or hisses,it also eats.News was just news a decade ago,now its as entertaining as sitcoms.Everything's about entertainment.The same clip of Taslima walking out of some building while Calcutta's supposedly burning.Or how the Big B waved at the camera during his son's wedding.
So,how come we never make it to the news channels.My friend just got out of his deathbed 'cuz of some weird stomach disease and no doc had any clue of it.How come he never makes it to the news....how come that person on the street never makes it to the news....how come the cabbie who drives a raped girl back home never makes it to the news.Anyway,its pointless,to even crib about it.I think I really want to,maybe,forget the news channels like the Saw and the Matrix sequels.And why,god why,there are so many South Indian channels on my Tv.Fuckin' boob tube!
So there we were,wheels rolling on.Almost four days.Sometimes getting drunk.Sometimes sipping on tea on the chilly highway.Music played.The echoing of the waves on the virgin shores.The sound of the blue sea in the shells.An old deserted fort and some dead starfishes.The forest was lively but the strawberry farm burned.
Maybe lost in the romance or maybe in the tranquility of it.We never waited for the summer rain.We just rolled on.The music kept playing.Looking at the horizon,it seemed all clear in the head.All the memories...months,years back.It was all a youthful serenetic hysteria. I know,I should have apologised...you know,should've said "I'm sorry for all this".....and I should have moved on.But the feeling of the wet sand between the toes is far too gripping.

It was one of those discussions.

Yes,where words just seem to fade away.Go into the horizon.Through the ears.Into all the air around you.And you never seem to catch them.Its not withering.Its just the moodswings and the mindfuckingly drift.Everything seems slow down,sounds become clear.People around you just move far away,the background seems to be distant.The one-sweat-drop trickling behind the ears and the hum.The hum inside the brain.The ringing of the nerves.All that you can follow is the swirling trance of the nicotine smoke.

And then with one blink of the eye,you come back.

Back from the thoughts that has been reverbating and eating you up slowly.Where nothing else matters.Where one thought leads to another.The another leads to idea.The idea brings you to a sea of coloured judgements,beliefs,internal arguements,opinions et al.At the end,its just a myriad haphazard delirium of imaginative figments rushing in you.A euphoric disorientation is what you have been turned into.

And I just apologized for being a bit scatty unmindful .Thats what happened to me.

Anywayy,Mangalore trip was good.I dont feel like talking about it though.

It was just some nostalgic catching up.

3 friends.

Stories of life and the high seas and bosses.

The beach.

A port and a blinking-lighthouse.

Tasty fish-food.

Delicious local chicken dish.

11 litres of beer.

Packets of smokes.

A doctor,a sailor and a corporate whore.

A really long Volvo bus journey.

The Doors,Dylan and Anjan Dutta.

We kinda had it all.The decade felt good but it had passed.

Ohh,and one, ahem..... me!!, trying to be a Captain Jack Sparrow wannabe.

I invented the Pegasus.There is this supposedly metrosexual magazine which showed a new type of crew hair-cut that has been called Pegasus.I invented the Pegasus,way back when people never even knew what WTF meant.This is so not fair.I finally invent something and now strangers are taking advantage of it.Oh well,well.I was anyway suited to do better things in life...like being famous,opening up casinos,having my own beer and wine company,cruising along the Mediterranean,get rich so I can tell other people to "fuck off",blah-blah-blah.

I had this dream last day.I rarely have nightmares.But whaiteevaa!.It was pretty strange to meet the Devil in my dream.He did not resemble the usual beast-looking,red-skinned,double horned and forked tail Devil.In fact,he looked as cool as God himself.All dressed up in an Armani suit,I believe,and as suave as Mr.Bond.When he put me into the trance of experiencing evilness,I distinctly remember asking him.
Me:How come you exist....
Him:What do you mean,I exist,I'm just a fucking dream!!
M:Oh bugger,I didnt mean that.I meant how come you exist in this world.
H:I exist in you.
M:Dont you fuckin try mindgames on me,ok!If you are trying to psyche me out or antagonize me,you are sure doing a lousy job.
H:Ok,you humans believe in God.Thats why I exist.
He filled up a syringe with some fluid.And he punched it into me.I didnt even feel a thing.All I saw were colours.Bright vivid dazzling colours.

Ok,so what I'm wierd,a bit abnormal,a big haraam-jada and a bigger 'ch*tiya'.I'm still cooler than most of the usual people.And I'm a great singer when I'm drunk.Now how many of the other guys can do that,huh...huh,huh,huh....!!!!

PS:Babyboy's snapped and is on the run.Be careful.

Who's stupid!!!!

Everyone says I'm stupid.In a way,well ye,I'm a bit stupid.Especially after these.


At some private party,some time back.....Rohit,Me and Koli.Yes,I'm a bit drunk.
Rohit :Man,I heard that Shireen's aunt's cousin sister has passed away.....
Koli:Ohh!!Shit!.Shireen's aunt's who???!!
Me:Long live !The Queen is dead!!!
Shireen walks in.......................................
Me:Long Live ! She's dead!!!.....yaaay-yaaay-yaaay!!!...The Queen is dead...!!!!
Shireen:Who's dead???
Me:Zed's dead,baby,Zed's dead!!!!


At some CCD in South Calcutta........
Rahul:Hey Amit,wassup....
By the way Amit,This is Debanuj.
Me: Hi,dude.
Amit:Hi,man.
Rahul:So as Rishab was telling me about the whole deal,Amit had called up in between.....
Me:Now who the fuck is Amit???
*Everyone looks at me*


In Koregaon Park,while I was getting the tatoo done.
Me:Omigosh!!!..Its hurting!!..God,help me!!!!! Owwwww!!Its hurting.
*Everyone looking at me*
Sabby:I havent touched the needle yet!!!!
Me:Ohh!


Every year!
Summer.Me(sweating) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the heat!!!
Monsoons.Me(drenched) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the muddy rain!!!
Autumn.Me(trying to act sick) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the ..ummm....wind!!!
Winter.Me(freezing) :Why,God,why??You know I hate the cold!!!

All round the clock.Me: Why,God,why???????


Me,badly drunk,with a chocolate bar.College.About to propose to an unknown girl,three years junior.Rishi smirking ...ten yards away.
Girl incidentally called Jaita Ray.
Me:Hai,I'm Daevaanooj.Shee,Ai've found you pretty shweeet and allll.And I have shum speshaaal feelingsh phor you.
Jaita:Thats ok,*bhaiya* (Ka-ching!!!!).Actually I have a boyfriend,and I'm very serious about it.
Me:Ohh!.Thats ok,you have a great day.Bubye.
She leaves.
I eat the chocolate.Rishi joins in.


Shit!!I am the wierdly stupid one.!!!

Whats in a city name,anyway!!!

Delhi is a darn lucky city.Its our esteemed capital and even Hollywood likes it.It has not succumbed to the fate of getting its name changed either. Delhi is still the same old Delhi.Not Dilli or Deli or Dwelli or Dooglii.
Ive finally found out the reason why city names in India are changed so frequently.They say it cuz they wanna make it sound very Indian-ish and regional-ish.Last day I was watching this in some news channel,where a handful of this certain people are still protesting against the name "Bengaleru".Doesnt help,does it??

Ok,I'll start with my own homecity,Calcutta.I still do prefer to call it Calcutta.And not Kolkata.But officially im compelled to use the latter.Ok.This is totally according to my analysis
of the whole city-name-change syndrome in Indian politics.The name Calcutta was often mocked by certain Indians as "kalla-kutta",considering the large population of stray dogs,mainly black,living in the city.It was one of those days when the CM..or Governor...or maybe the PM...was startled by the report of the Stray-Dogs department of Calcutta on how our city name resembled the kala-kuttas and how insulting it was to the 'black dogs'.(I'm not talking about the famous scotch brand)The eminent leaders were consulted...along with all the literary big-shots,the artists,the filmstars...the local people,of course,were ignored.They passed the Bills,the Acts,the Affidafits...and all the other documents.Yes,Kolkata,City of Joy.

I like the story of Mumbai.The name-change drive was basically to ward of terrorists and D-gang members.You see,Bombay was the target of certain terrorist activity all throughout the 90's.So the Al-qaida,Osama,the henious Mohammeds and Ahmeds saw Bombay as "Bomb-Aye".It was an invitation.So they went around merrily bombing the entire city with whatever they can.As usual,they never gave a shit to our Aamchi-Mumbai public.The police force didnt help.The Army was busy in Kashmir.So the Government came out with the perfect solution.Change the name.No Bomb-word to be included in the city name.Mumbai,yes,the junta likes that.The public were happy.The terrorists were pissed off.So they bombed around a bit more.Damn.

Chennai was next.See,all this time when the country was thinking about black dogs and terrorists bombing,the city didnt get much attention.Madras was trying all the best to stay clean,ensure a proper city life for all its non-hindi speaking people.They were happy with their own little city,beaches and Rajnikanth.But they still didnt get attention.Veerapaan tried to get them some,but it didnt help much.I dont remember who it was.Jayalalitha or Karunnanidhi? If u break it up...Madras,becomes "Mad-ras"cals.This was good enough for them to change the name.Chennai.Everyone was happy.Rajnikanth celebrated by doing some Tamil item numbers with his stunts.But they still suffer from the complex that they aint getting an attention.Shit.

Bengaleru was more incident based.Bang-a-lore.The IT hub and the asia's pub capital had more people banging each other wherever they could.On the streets.In the pubs.Inside offices.In cars.Under lamposts.Everywhere.People became too much horny.Cases of rape and eve-teasing increased.When the people were done with,they started raping dogs.Of ccourse,not many in the democracy liked it.They tried Bengore.Blore.Bangy,naaah!Ye ye,I still have no clue why they kept the name as Bengaleru.Maybe its for the firangs.Maybe they get turned on.

I wonder why Chandigarh's name still remains same.Chandigarh literally means to have the "moon in ur ass" when transalated to hindi.The religious clerics are still cool with that.And so is the CBI.Or why Luck-now or Luck-no is still Lucknow inspite of Lady Luck real hard to make out there.
And then Hyderabad.Oh wtf!Their name hasnt changed.Fucken Hyderabadis!Scratch-scratch!

Some things in this world are strange.Most people are strangers.But then people do seem strangers when you are strange yourself.I sometimes think whether governemnts do not have any other work other than changing names of cities.Would that really help in our social ..caste....religious problems.They talk about harmony when all they really do is create a furore about which name actually suits our cities.Ha!

Ok,I have no clue why i wrote this post.This is as meaningless as my job itself.This is too amateurish and too worthless.And its my secret way of requesting the goverment to focus more on the people.

Arrgh!

There are two things I hate.

Ok,there's one thing I hate during travelling.Kids.Probably even early teenage po(n)d-pakka kids.Kids who try to look intellectual but end up ruining my entire journey.And definitely those who call me 'uncle'.They are irritating as mices and as disturbing as alien cosmos soundwaves.Saturday was just another example.I was going to Bombay to attend Sandy's pot and booze party.I was mindfcuked cuz I was travelling from Pune to Bombay with 1 buck.Yes,one-fucking-rupee.Dont bother asking me how I managed to get into a Volvo and get my ass to Bombay.I was mindfucked nevertheless.And then there's this Bengali kid with whom I had this Tug-of-the-curtain war for the entire fucking 3 hours.Even his Dad gave me stares as if I was being really pestering.Whats wrong with Bengali families anyway,including mine.They seem all normal in Calcutta.But as soon as they go on a trip with their waterbottles,moneky-caps,sorts-of-medicines and their entire shongshaar,they lose it and turn into some wierd pain-in-the-ass people.Nevermind.So,these kids,ya!Even the college trips.Somehow our train compartment was always filled with these kids,who shout and call you uncle.Yes,Rishi might look like one,but me???!!!!Even if we travelled without tickets and spent the entire journey sleeping near the train door,these kids never gave up.Or the bloody bus.Any bus.Kids.Kids.Kids.Miserable pesty creatures.Tsk-tsk.Fuck them.*I'll be a real bad dad!*


And Marriages.Shit.Three of my friends are getting married by this year end.Next year there'll be about 10 more.The year after that and then the entire lot.Holy mother-of-shit.Ok,Im just 23.Twenty-fucking-three.I'm just too scared at the thought of people(mainly guys) around me getting married this early.Some say its normal.But how is it even close to normal???? Think marriage,then the thought of sharing your lovely cozy bed with someone....and then kids,then all the un-bachelor fun,less pot,less booze..more milk,more interior decorating,nursery,garden on the lawn......WTF!Why cant people just live together and stay happy.Bu-tttttt noohoooooo ,they gotta get married.hmpfh.I dont think marriages are made in heaven or neither that its a license to unlimited sex.But there's an age for everything.I still think I'm 18,probably i even look so.Maybe I should start acting my age.But marriages are too wierd.And more so,when your own mom starts discussing about yours (Du-to proposal peyechi,heehee).Yes,I know I'll create a huge furore in my family when my time comes.
It'll be the most aweome party ever........*snap out *.........!!!!
Whateva.I really dunno whether to congratulate or stare wierdly everytime i hear someone of my generation getting married.Anyway,maybe I dont act my age and fail to realize that people are actually growing up.

Ok!
This can defintely be a WTF moment.
There are times when you are standing with your seniors from office during a coffee-break or something.Everyone's in the light mood,talking about life,weekends,parties,wives exceetra-exceetra.Then a round of joke-session begins.It goes like this.Everyone says a joke untill your turn comes.Yes,I'm talking about that moment.And you realize out of the millions of jokes you've heard in your 23 years,you forget every single one of them.In fact,you forget the entire English language in one instant.All you can remember is ..."Fuck!"
So here's my backup.
Two drunkards were driving a car one late-night searching for a new bar.
One of them suddenly parks the car messily on the road and asks the other guy.
"Did you see the bat??"
"No,When??"
"How can you ever miss that.It was huge.Flew right past my nose.Damn!"
"Do you want me to drive?"
"No,I think it got scared and flew away,I'm cool"
So they start driving again.They find a bar,kinda shabbily lit up.It was kinda empty,but whateva.
They go in and order a pint each.Drink it up and order a shot each and drink that up too.And they order two mroe shots.The bartender realizes that both are shit drunk and refuses them.Humiliated,one of them asksl the bartender.
"hey dooooode...Temme if you wanted to fuck real badly on an all-men land,what would you prefer...a beer bottle or a tree trunk?"
The bartender replied "Ai gotta waaife 'n ma tree keeds,eef ya saay dat 'gain,ma gonna kick yer arse"
Both the drunks start waving their middle fingers at him.The bartender gets pissed off and takes a shotgun and shoots one in the neck.
The shot-guy almost dead,lying on the floor mumbles something while coughing and spurting out blood.His drunkard friend stares at him for a minute and says to the bartender.
"Thats one hell of a shot"

'Hyuk-hyuk.'Ok,this is the part where your seniors are supposed to laugh.Everyone.But they wont.
They'll just never invite you to a break again.And they'll give you a raise whenever you want it!

Hooked!

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
On my left thumb,I was playing ikkir-mikkir-chaam-chikkir with a paper-cutter.Yes i was a wee bit psychotic when I was 8.

2. What is on the walls in your room?
I had lotta pencil-wall-graphitti's and collages and lots of posters...including one where a chimpanzee feeds a baby.....which attracts lots of mosquitoes for some wierd reason.
Now...I have nothing.Just a huge crack!

3. What does your phone look like?
Ohhh..its cool!! Its got a 2 Mp camera, hi-fi speakers.,1 Gb memory card,and a twist bottom.
But everything's kinda loosely attached now...cuz of my sudden juggling fits.

4. What music do you listen to?
Umm...I prefer the Classic rock and sometimes Country....but if you put "tera surooooooor" in my Ipod..I might just listen to it as well!!!

5. What is your current desktop picture?
Its black and white.Shows a guy sitting on a chair,heads down,while the limelight is on him.The picture is taken from the top.
Now picturise it youself!!!...

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Normal office timings. (Fuck the extra bitchy night-shift money)!!

7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Hoootevaaaa....doesnt bother me!!!!

8. What time were you born?
12.03 am.....15th March....1984......
It was Holi.

9. Are your parents still together?
I guess so.And they just bought a new car.

10. What are you listening to?
Cocaine by Eric Clapton.And a guy called Jerry talking to me in a weird American accent over the phone.

12. The last person to make you cry?
Walt Disney.(dont ask!!)

13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
ohhhhh...I like Brut,OldSpice,Graphite,HUGO,Oriflame Glacier,CIGAR..blah blah.... *I love to smell females*.....!!!

14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Ummm.......Blue eyed and definitely black hair....(no other color!!!!)

15. Do you like pain killers?
I was addicted to them about 3 years back.Now I cant take it even if i have to.

16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Heehee...okk,Im shy.But I generally am the first one to ask a girl out.And I do it realllllly tactfully!!!!......

17. Fave pizza topping?
Pork,with mozzarella cheese and capsicum.

18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Macdonald's McChicken burger with large fries and beer.But i guess im happy with Diary milk chocolate and the Mapro Candies.

19. Who was the last person you made mad?
Vishal Chogle,my process mate and my getting-blasted-by-someone partner.......he snapped a minute ago...

20. Is anyone in love with you?
Ohhhhh....yes!!!.....But I aint love with her.Lets keep it to that!!

Its a wierd probably useless questionnaire session.... but whatever...its just the kind of thing you wanna write on a Friday nite when probably the whole world is partying ...but you.
Hoooooteevaaaa!!

Check out the links below if you are too waiting like me......
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ooooaaaannnhaaanee mohoooooreee!!!


Geee!!!..im sooo fuckin excited!!!!...

ohh..and I tag..Rishi...Adrita...Harsha....Sudi....or any other *peep* who visits my blog....(btw this is just a formality,i think)!!!

Ok,this picture might just hurt the sentiments of all those religious fanatics out there but the whole meaning of the picture is wierdly funny.In case u havent understood,its Lord Shiva smoking the shit outta Mother Earth.The idea is mainly Rishi's,one of my addict acquaintances and a former roomate of mine.ok,before i end this post,ill just describe the situation in which Rishi had thought of this.
This picture is definitely not the original,which,of course,i beleive might have been burnt in a strange fire in a certain room numbered F-503 in the boy's hostel of a college which is situtated in some beautiful mountaineous valley in a place in North-Eastern India.Whatever.My depiction of the picture is not even close to the original,which,again,is much more beautiful and intense,considering the situation Rishi was in.And my depiction aint as good because ...firstly,i wasnt high...and secondly,I used modern software tools like MSPaint for text-editing.... and lastly,i drew this at an office meeting(yes,again :-) ).
It was semester exam time and winter and my last year in college.And i was studying my brains out.As usual,Mr.Roy started to complete his regular ritual of one-last-joint and i was asked to accompany him.Which also,as usual.*Not as usual* and in spite of Rishi's repeated coaxing,i propmptly refused and went back to study and dreaming about becoming a certain Vijay Mallya one day.And as we all know,weed makes you sooooooper hungry and when you dont have any food,it might just drive you crazy enough to stuff your mouth with your roomate's dry Horlicks.Rishi did that.Unable to breathe,eyes almost popping out and partly high from the day's-last joint,Rishi drew this inexplicable masterpeice.I dont even know why im even posting this.But the idea behind this picture is as clear as the ancient Vedas....so What If?????.....and so we all just say "BamBhole"....

I like it when I get recognised as a Bengali by other Bengali people in a non-Bengali place.Cus people fail to recognize me as a Bengali and ive been mistaken to be a Gujju,a UP-ite,a Maru(mostly) and even a Mallu!!I dont have a strange bengali accent unlike *someone-who-also-visits-my-blog* :-) .... and i also love Roshogollas and fish!!!!....So what's it.I'll never know.But it feels good to act non-bengali-ish in front of bengali strangers and peep into their li'l stupid conversations.Hahaha!Call me a voyeurish bastard,but hey,it's fun.

On my stage......

<<-----My colored travelwear!

<<------My coffee and the mug!!!

<<----------My Idea of art.....

<<----My personal bathroom!!

<<---------My exotic cuisine

<<---------finally My own l'il space!!!!!

"...All the things i gotta do....

All the things ive done......

Everything is blank...........

I just see the dark.............

But live in the light............

Ahh!The color,the life.......

I wish I was there.............

So we all just dream........."

Seriously its not rocket-science....its not even close to science or a rocket....i think its a painting.....naah!aliens??story??sun??shade??telephone??JFK??egyptian??the-girl-who-moves-her-hand-too-much??ipod,white one??cheese??machher-jhol??microcontroller chip??....damn!!!

Ive definitely got it this time.....ha!!..and it thought it could hide itself!!!...p-oooh!!!

...and she still says im a fool,ya!

Well,there I was,searching for my Pandoras Box which had driven so much into curiosity that I was even prepared to quit my job and start exploring the Straits of Gibraltar.But then imagination took over me.And thats when I completely lost it.The way the cookie crumbled,vegetation on the Alps, aliens using nano-technology to invade earth - I saw it all. They say " The human brain is the child of imagination".I disagreed.Imagination is our own world.Our own Moo- Custard-space.We mould it,shred it,crush it and ultimately puzzle it down to some obscure form or the other.It is probably one of God's usual bad jokes just to cover up the perfectionism of the human brain.
Whatever!
Ever since I barely managed to reach the mid of my college life,my mind had taken an absolutely different turn.Rationalism gave way to idealism,dreams conquered practicality.I dunno if it was the excess booze or the hilly dope , but it did add on.Like the times when u feel the oceanic waves inside your head hit you so hard that it knocks you out.The few months after college introduced me to an entirely wierd bunch of people who drastically influenced my thinking on life.Well,in our world,I realized,I was special but in an abnormal way.Sraanda Shu had once told me "Whats the point of living and dreaming, when you can't solve your maths"
Yes,The maths was tough.I needed a job,some money to live without my parent's cash (of course) and some kind of reconcilliation.I got both the formers,but the latter...I kinda let it go. Never came back. It was regrettable,but inevitable,wasn't it?
A year later,2007.When the wolrd prepares to counter terrorism,global warming,conflict diamonds,religious issues,Columbian drugs,Cuban cigars and asteroids striking earth in a decade, you know what I say. And I say "phuck eet!".Insensitive,heartless,selfish,fuckless sucker,am I,ya?
Well,yes,I have lost it. And I have no clue what to do about it.

Is it,ya??

Well,probably the only place in Pune i really liked was the Osho Ashraam...Really nice and serene...ohh and the hot firangs....heehee....There's sooo much to rite about my life now....but the space.....u know what i say.." fuck it"....... and i watched "you've got mail" again ..... all i can say is " heehee" ... it does bring back some wierd memories,ya.... :-) ....

And Dada too good khelche..... am proud...really!!!


Ohh...and please read this .... I love the insignificant moo talk like this .......

"This is excellent…read it throughout … The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington mid-term chemistry exam. The answer by one student to the bonus question was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume
that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions, and
since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this
theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct... leaving only Heaven and thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting, "Oh my God."

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A" "

Har Har!!!!! I loooooooooooooooowed the last part!!!!