the story of in between

06/07/13

three of us waited in the empty hall while that inspection lady took notes of all the stains and malice we created since last two years and what of those who passed on this mess of a legacy?

anyways, notes were taken and so were pics of dirty walls and stained carpet spots, but we were tired from the cleaning, the fourth one was busy gossiping with the side door neighbors, he was the only one who knew them, and its been two years I have been there!!

she finally took all notes she could and we asked all questions we could, finally it was done after the entire day of cleaning the stuff out and transferring at the same time, it’s been a tiresome day but now its almost over…. I was walking through the empty rooms, emptiest I’ve seen them ever, too tired to remember all the fun times we’ve had here, all the crazy parties(not too crazy but still Indian crazy, booze and shit you know, no sex at all…yeah, that sucks big time) and all the stupid shit and all the angry shit and all other kind of regular shit …. but, I was too tired to realize all that shit at that moment and then it somehow felt weird .. at least in those empty moments from the stupid bullshit that we three were so sub-consciously indulged into…. a very routinely routine for these rooms, specially this living hall…

and so many have been here, all gone to better places and yet they have had this connection to these walls…finally four of us at this very last moment and me being the alone sentimental fool ..

but its still changes nothing in all physical meaning, maybe some small habits of some of us for a while and that’s it… an apartment emptied and that’s all, what’s the big fucking deal? why am being such an emotional pussy, or rather maybe not, I am just being aware of a change and acknowledging a process, of which many have been a wonderful part….anyways it was momentarily and daru took a very good care of it … and this gave me something to write about after a long time

anyhooo that’s it.. she took the keys  and we moved out, being acting like such a sentimental fuck twad, I wanted to see it once more and say some goody filmy dialogue for one last time(I might have loved doing that)….but I didn’t and we moved out and she locked the door, took away the key and was gone …and we were left standing outside cooper chase 208 maybe for the last time as our own place, we technically had the lease till 12 am … but in all other senses – it was the end of cc 208 for us …

“Its been a happy place for a lot of people for a pretty long time…Its been a home for me and others ... good bye” .. maybe I would have said this at last, or I did? 

Reason enough

I read something profound enough to share here.

"There are as many reasons to open the space frontier as there will be humans to go there, and if history is our guide, although at first it will be only a few, the numbers will grow enormously.

But the real reason, the one necessary and sufficient reason we are called to the space frontier, is buried deep within us. It is a feeling, a knowing in our hearts when we look starward on a clear night. The same feeling that some of our earliest ancestors had as they looked across a new valley, or stood upon the shores of unsailed oceans. First fear, then curiosity, and then, for some, a calling. A calling which pulls us to go, to see, to do, to be there. It has created us and we have always responded to it."

Rick Tumlinson – “Why Space?” Part II

the first words

uno vérsaé * All this occurred some place in some language we would never understand about.

“Hey Kiddo! What are you upto? It’s a good day, go and play outside “, asked the father. He was proud of his son, who at such a young age has shown tremendous deeds. He could not sop wondering on this very unique side of a father-son relationship. It is his own extension that he feels so proud of. Does that make him an egotist in very vague terms? And very soon the son would grow up in his place, somehow redefining his own existence.

But the little one was way too much involved in his far-away-world. He was working on something, which by terms of his involvement seemed very important. Father was surprised (and impressed) by the genuine dedication. So, he asked..

“What are these odd little things?”

“Nothing Dad, just a small project”, kid replied.

“Project!! School?”

“Yes and No. Remember I made that model for my class exhibition? I am kind of developing on that”,

and with that the kid got busy again. There were so many ideas zooming off in his head. All about how to go next with this new adventure. He was working on a very peculiar machine-sort-of-thing. If we are to imagine, it would be something like a computer, working on real and virtual principles. He was busy ‘programming’ on this. He got quite some appreciation for this model when it was up for the exhibition.

That was one reason why he got so involved with this stuff. And now, he was totally possessed with it.Making it more complex.

Kid was lost for a moment, only to be disturbed his father. “Hmm, you are getting deep on this one. So tell me once more about what is it all about?” father asked animatedly. He knew how his son loved to explain about this project of his.

“Okay”, he began with a different kind of sparkle in his eyes. “It is a self-supporting and self-operating system working on its potential. It won’t require any outside source or support to sustain, just a trigger to begin. And it will fluctuate in its own parameters.”

“Fluctuate? As in grow and collapse?”, father asked again, although he already knew the explanation. He has heard it so many times.

“Yeah, it will change but it will also be stable. It will be a balanced system, you know – a dynamic balance. Everything will be in balance to its counter-part. Things will evolve due to this innate nature.

And when the balance rearranges, everything will restart giving whole system a new set of laws. Just the core, the congenital behavior will remain, guiding it along the same path, just with a new course.” [Writer’s note – “Did I mention, these are not human we are reading about! Rather the father-son relationship might not even exist to these beings, its just the closest nature of analogy writer could imagine to make things a bit less imaginary. Well, just know that and carry on… ] “That’s interesting kiddo”, replied father. He could not feel less elated for his son. The sheer intensity of interest in this small project surprised him.

“Yeah dad, it is. And now I am just adding things to make it a bit more complex. You see, refining certain details. "

“So, you mean that basic attribute sustains, but after each collapse, it begins again as an altogether unique system. I like the concept. So, what are these two identical figures?” father asked noticing new additions for the first time.

“No dad, they are not identical, look, rather these are exactly opposite to each other.” Kid replied showing the finicky of his craft. “oh yeah! I missed that in first look”, father agreed.

“But in a way, they are identical. Exactly opposite but still similar, it’s a pair you see.”

“Pair, ”?

“yeah, one always incomplete without other. These are a reflection to the basic nature of this system.The balance. Gradually, they will inherit their own character. Developing on its own. Each has what other lacks !” kid was lost in explanation, as if he could visualize the realization of his words.

"Each has what other needs". Father wondered on this last statement, it was sort of….. Beautiful. “well ! that is really something.” He was lost for words. “I will leave you with this project…I am sure it will turn out great. Good going young man”, and he left.

Kid got back to his work. Giving his little project the intended nature. Working on his peculiar machine-sort-of-thing.

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“Dad, hey day…where are you?”

“Comiiiinng. Just a moment…….yeah”

“Hey, its done. I ve finally made it” kid showed the tiny spot hovering in tiny vacuum. It was sparkling with glitters.

“Your project? Its done..wow..great..so what now… Does it work?”

“No daa. Not yet...its still at square one..I will have give it a kick to start-off”. “Oh..So whats the kick” ?

“Well, its just a small vocal command”

“And what are you going to name it?”

“It does not matter what I am going to call it. But they will call it many names – personally I like the one they will call UNIVERSE”

“universe! Got a good ring to it. Does it have a meaning?”

“Doesn’t matter”

“okay , so give the command, let it start off”

“OK. Here it goes”, kid paused for a moment and said “LET THERE BE LIGHT”

And somewhere around this every place..there was a BIG BANG..

the clock began ticking.

"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."]

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfil? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?

you two

I just had a chat with two best people of my life. Hail skype. And here I am overjoyed and displaying it all over. Although I know I am going to forward this link to these two only.So much for my fan-following.And after a while I became speechless, so now I am writing this at same tiny link of a infinite network. Just to let them know(this they already do only I just like to say good things about them, to them ... it makes me happy that for once(very rare) I was able to express my thoughts about them)(brackets within brackets, classic..just like inception).. oh i am wandering off . So at this point of time, at this coordinate of space, I want to let them know that there existed someone, who just had one wish(from true heart) that they be together, forever. Now I do realize, what it means to have good people around you. I have more than I could have asked for. And this is what happens when you have good people there for you, even when time is not favorable, you know its going to be better soon, it did for me.The story may not have such a happy beginning, but that doesn’t make you who you are, it is the rest of your story, who you choose to be… so much for being what I am, their friend. PS :) don't comment.

some say it all.

Within 24 hours(21 to be precise) good bye became welcome. And slowly and thereof, a new world begins, with those who are ready to say a different good bye.

And what of those who are not here anymore, nothing but unlimited gratitude for just being there. For once, there is all that you asked for. And looking at past, future seems so good.

In every life, there is once a centre stage, where things start to revolve around you, atleast for a while. After that, its again a one in million chances.

I seldom wonder about the mathematics of this magnitude. How everything is calculated just to be precise and yet to keep everyone involve in it, ignored about everything. But then again, I measure with my own parameters while the scale might be something else. And as an afterthought, it must be. The rules governing us, would be nothing like anything we should understand.

And here was the psychological burp. Its out now, the random has been spoken. Out aloud, yet in the corner of a tiny weblink.

Course of action - anxiousness followed by emotions, then comes the awareness and excitement lingers on, surprises, questions, lots of questions, discovery, awareness once again, a lil bit of fear, some anticipation and then, promises. Hope strolls in between all the way.

So what? Its going to be what it should be. And by all mathematics involved, it should be great, in ways we might never comprehend. The surprise is not the enormity of it all but at infinitesimality of our own.

Thank you for it all.

Autobiography of a Moron

un dino, kuch maksad hua karte the humare....

Ab gehre khwab hain,

Jazbe ki kami toh chicken-roll ne puri kar di..

Aaj kal, malai kabab hain

Jo beet gaya, woh aane waale se aasan kyu hota hai?

mere bhi, kuch ulte, kuch kache..

khud se kiye sawal-o-jawab hain.

yaar aise mile,jinhe mujh par mujh se jyada yakin raha.

bandiyan, botlein,awarapan -

un kamino ke saath toh khalipan bhi rangeen raha.

Sab bhains ki aankh,

james bond ki chathi(6) aulad,

sab LA ke nawab hain.

Waise,.. dekha jaye toh itne kuch galat bhi na hue the kabhi..

do chaar night-outs,

kabhi-kabhaar hangovers,

do suplies,

thode se baap ke paise

aur char saal hi toh lage,

tab jaakar ye samajh aaya...

ye sab bhi toh lajawab hain.

Aur phir aaj itna kuch badla bhi kya hai?

ek degree hai,

kuch sapne hain,

thodi confusion hai,

tension seldom hai..

zindagi random hai...

phir bhi(maa ka)

apan toh phantom hain.

aur doston..

kuch saal baad, aisa hi kuch pado yahaan par

toh samajh jana ki...

life rapchik chal hai bhai ki...

i hope u had the time of ur life..

It happens most of the times that best things in life come atr the time when you are not fully aware to appreciate

them. And thats is one simple reason I am writing it right now.

This trip has been one hell of a ride. Taught me so many so much. Made me meet to so many of wonderful people. Yet,

certain remains undone. Even then, my best goes to all those whom I met here, in these 14 fucking great days of my

life. Every day has been new, full of experiences I've never known before. And my condolences to those who could not

make it with me. Its been one hell of a ride. I wish to meet all these in a happy future.

With best regards to one and all.Pune Goa & Belgaum. May GOD bless us all.

To be continued...ever after...

One Life @ Call Centre

Few days it seems, were not sufficient enough.

But even these were not ordinary..

The first taste of money.First touch of corporacy.First feigning of professionalism.Another serendipity.

The respite from the truth.A fleeting abode.Amazing times, wonderful nights.

Out of usual life, yet so much of it.

Seemingly disappointments.

Boss booze and bitching.

Few idiosyncrasies,many friends, several shams, random genuines... all cause to an amazing time.

Never ending shifts..ever shifting targets...training jam-sessions..stolen coffees..premium Georgias..car-o-bar..

polo and mentos..chair-control-jerks..mails chats..

What else do I say...??umm..perhaps>>"Thank you for calling BT!!"

PS: To everyone who understands what this is all about..Avinash, Anurag, Bhusan, Owais, Gurleen,Varun,Neha,Sonali,Mohit,Sukhi..and so many who cant be named...

PïSS off

This is going to be dirty, yeah dirty enough. So, have you ever been to a public washroom? What kind of question is that, exclamatory kind.

Oh, I am talking about the guys section here, only the JACKS, so JILLS – please don’t read, you wont understand.

Well I am lost for words here. I simply cannot think of one single line that cannot be explained in more derogatory terms than what it would suppose to convey. So, simply ignoring the other side of the discussion(if you want it to be)..I would say, “public washrooms are one of the most interesting and mysterious places in world”

And hereforth, I place the argument to support the claims,

First of all, the construction of cubicle is such that sometimes you wonder, was the architect a gay who played a practical joke on all the pissers in the world. Why? The separators are always too awkward or small to suit your comfort. Then there is always an anomaly, what to do? I mean, when you piss, is there anything, any damm thing in the world that can make you look cooler than that guy whos doing exactly the same right beside you? Well, the simple fact is that it’s a natural thing, and you are always conscious about it when you are doing it. So, what to do in the meanwhile? What to think about > nothing !

And then, where to look? Another biggie to answer. So you look in the wall, then above the sideways(the guy, oh) then as you have scanned all four directions - obviously, you cant look back, unless you are scared of those rascals whom you pulled while they were at it and eventually led them to piss at their own shoes(remember OWAIS ? )..finally you look down at you thing (weird but true) and subconsciously wish to get it over ASAP.

And then, there is always that weird neighbor in the section beside. He would be so immersed in that mobile call that hes doing it all with his left hand (& you wonder) but final, he needs to close the zip(!) And its something like “Main…ku..kuch nahi kar raha…ek second yaar(closes)…haan bol “

Or else it would be that guy who will be so much into the ‘section’ that …I wont say any further here….

And yeah, theres some other special features as well… I remember someone not being able to stand still while doing it, rather he was kind to oscillating to and fro, for a second it looked like he was fornicating the ‘section’ ..dont laugh it could be a disorder…

HA HA HA,,disorder my ass….hes a pimp…

Oh I am forgetting the singing types, ever noticed those whos humming there while doing it..well what else can one do there?

Anyways, time to bid adios, but always remember that there are several other peculiar things that make doing it more interesting – like targeting those white balls in the ‘section’ or doing it the sideways to avoid that sound,, don’t lie to me..we’ve all been there…

And what to say when you find your boss in the sideways section? Maybe this “Hey, how are you doing?”(not the joey way please)

PS : ‘section’ refers to that basin where you do it..I dnt know what do we call it.

Afterthought – Why do 80% of guys spit in the section before, after or while doing it? No no, it’s a fact

Synecdoche_New_York

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.

I am running blank for a title, please suggest ...

Its Janamaashtmi today. And for some mysterious reasons, this day is always cheering for me. Maybe its due to the festive spirit, those wonderful songs - 'mach gaya shor saari nagri re..' et al.And yeah, theres this definite rain on this day...its so amazing that it rains for sure on this particular day...its just like Christmas snow. or whatever. But I am really peppy ans joyed. On this one(like always) my family(except me) is keeping a fast. So, I ve to go and get 'paneer' and sweets. You see, it all is so good and pious and festive.

I take a walk to the 'mithaiwala', and there is a great mood in streets as well.

Alls good.

Its eight and we sit in drawing room, watching TV. I come and join my family. There is some news channel thats broadcasting two different events - both are janmaashtmi celebrations...just the difference...Salman Khan is star-casting in one(promoting Dabang) and Akshay Kumar in the other(promoting himself). Background is all about how "munni badnaam hui".

"whats all this crap?",says me. "Give me the remote"..takes it.

Change - Same.

Change - almost the same, just the difference - a golden wrapped Sukwinder singh is all gung ho over 'jai ho'

Change - wow, Harbhajan Singh too is featuring in Salman Khan's promote-my-movie-with-whoever-and-where-ever-i-am..

"Goddam these news channels".

My mom snatches the remote. "Astha par dekho, vrandvan ki janmaashtmi aa rahi hogi"

Change to aastha - Sorry mumma, its some politician attending some celebration, yeah this is more close to bhagwan-ki-bud'day-party..

change to something like aastha channel - some young kurta singing some bhajan sounding 'love me baby love me'...

"I am outta here", says me again.And I am outta there.

Strolling on my roof, I am all heads about how we have commercialized religion, faith and even ourselves.

Theres always a sales-strategy behind every thing in our reach. Anything we think we should understand comes with an advertisement.

I dont want to know the reasons, but I contemplate to myself that we never ever try to ask just one simple question to ourselves - "What is the point?"

After all said and done, for some abstruse and unknown reason, I look upwards, smiles and says(dont know to whom) - "I know you must be having a good laugh over all this down here !"

MMS(ecretory)

Secretory to MMS : Sir, Obama will be coming in September.

MMS : What? Have they caught him ?

Sec (frowns) : No, Sir. I said Obama not Osama.

MMS : Yes, I know US president. I met Mr. Osama in G3 summit. What I am asking is, Have they caught that obama?

Sec(completely blown out): Ummm, Sir. Obama is the president. Osama is the terrorist.

MMs : Really? Then I had dinner at white house with a terrorist. Damm those americans. They think they are so smart and the guys been hiding in

their president's crib. I must call em at once. (picks up the receiver) Hello, connect me to US!

Sec : Ahh. Sir. That is to the pilots cabin. We are on the plane, remember?

And sir, Obama is the president and you had dinner with him.

MMS (confused) : O hho. These goras must get a good accent. He called himself AUAAMA(tries the accent,pathetically)..So much for their fake accent.

anyways, I am hungry. Get me a happy meal.

Sec : Sir, we are on a plane...to germany...

MMS : Oh yes. But....what went wrong them, did we beat them in football..

Sec : Sir..We dont play football....

MMS : Is it so, even after that 'chak de india'...I loved amitabh's role..u know the way he teaches those dislexic players...and all..it was all

so scientific n complicated...frankly,I didnt get the ending of that movie..

Sec (deep sighs) : yes sir, even I didnt...

MMS : So, wheres my happy meal?

Sec (wishes now that he had a shotgun) : Sir, you had it twenty minutes earlier.

MMS : Really, oh. I am sorry then, I must go for a walk then. (gets up)

Sec (for the love of god,somebody just tell me the name of the person who made him the PM) : Sir, we are on our way to berlin...We are on the

plane....

MMs : Ha Ha..ofcourse ofcourse...I was just testing you. You are good, good. See, thats why you are my bodyguard..And when will we reach

france...caz I cant wait to see the Big Ben first thing..and you know th......

(thats all folks,MMS returns sson)

P n P

Its been loong......despite the respite..lets put all that behind. Rock n roll.

Its been after so many tried-in-vain efforts that I am finally writing this. For several times, I wrote something deleted something(wow, thats two past in one sentence, Is it correct?).

Then I switched to Guy Richie movies and then by absurd turn of irregularities got into 90s melodramatic bollywood music. Its really surprising how things get to you, only you get into the free flow. Just say yes to them, and eventually it'll end up good.

What I learned from all this was a simple aspect of life that I should call as "measuring-me".

To begin with, let me just be clear that its completely not-logical and hypothetical philosophy, anyone not interested, kindly dont proceed further. Its just my take on how to interpret things.

What I feel is that we, as social beings develop lots of prejudices. [ sidenote - In my opinion. "pride & prejudices" is one of the best phrases ] That is to say, we hear a lot and see a lot from everyone.

And then again, being in materialistic society, we do deal with things that are very bland in their own nature. Everything is eventually a combination of mass and energy in the physics.

Things are just things. They dont have any values and there is no standard ISO 9000 to this. What I intend to say is that we give value to things, we associate our tastes, likes, dislikes to them. And by that association comes the division, into the classes, into the society and into the psychology(of human race).

Thus we label things. Make them more than just things and measure our selves to things.So, If I happen to like Linkin Park, what I am doing is setting my standards of liking to Linkin Park itself. In a way I am measuring myself(or my likes) to a particular 'thing'. Same but in different tones goes to our other emotions as well. Here we make them more than just things.

And with this comes complexity.

Of limiting ourselves into the binds, of following a trend. When many likes one thing, many more will like it too. This goes to the inability of expressing our own choices and thus failing to develop an opinion of our own. That is one reason that we lack passion, because we never had a taste of our own, it was always borrowed. So, when I saw a crappy movie which was stupid by every(ones') standard, but still enjoyed it, I could not come to like it. But, I knew before the interval that GODFATHER is one of my favorites(eventhough it might end with Mike opening the corleonne saloon).

So, my opinion. Everything is born out of effort and energy. Just try to appreciate it. More towards the things that you dislike now. This might broaden our vision to see world. And if we fail to do so, accept that as a combination of one's lack of perception and interest. I am not saying that we should praise everything, I am just saying that before coming to the prejudices, have your pride measure it up against you and then have an opinion(that too out of respect). Because your ego is the only thing thats not yours.

and yes 90s bollywood rocked evrything from DDLJ to jaan tere naam to dhoom dhadaka. but its true that somethings must be disliked (like shah rukh khan)[balance prevails]

jst (dont) name it

Whats wrong with you.?? Yes, I am asking you. I know you are not here, for the reason being simple enough that it contradicts your self. Yet I am asking - why the hell do you share your share of miseries with the entire web-space of orkut.

theres a broad categorization depending on how weird or stupid ur orkut name can be..

(ONE) on mere philosophical terms -> life is like a river, live like you mean it,Lord please help me help my stupid self, happiness is so happy, take the chances-give me the bournville (okay i made the last one) ...(n the one before that too) but you get the point...moving on

(TWO) on your current status-emotional, psychological, marital(!!), et al ....{i m using name homer to excuse all who pooped this shit on their orkut profiles, heres the samples -> homer!!exam over, homer!!complicated, homer!! kicked in nuts, homer!!punjabi puttar(ha ha,the satire my goodness), homer!! sailing high on life, homer!!back home, homer!!hurray!! i am finally married, homer!!i ll always remember this day, homer!!crack on....poor homer

(THIRD) those who declare themselves that which they seriously can never be{i think orkut is pretty handy there} -> i m cool, mr. X - hot as heater, the dude, champ back on commode, i rule my lunch box etcetra etcetra

(FOURTH) are those who for some reason(that i would never understand) scribble(if its possible there) their names in hashes and slashes, so that it actually takes an anglo manuscript to decode it -> i m extremely srry as i cant give examples to this one, but if must know it looks something like this \;'\\,>><$%^~`!@ (it reads - this guy needs a new name, for all I care)

for further support to the motive presented. heres the link of profile that suggest names for profiles on orkut but better is the list of members -> http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Community?cmm=62392029

heres the example (i dont know even one of them) so i dont care ....

❝╡ﾶ尺ﾉdu╞▬❞ i miss my old days, ●๋•αккι™ mY lYf WuD sUcK wIdOuT U, 4m dwrka strt... Ank's d gr8...#37, kimig◄◄◄•●→ Memories of Ur Broken promis, _____мѕ. нα[ω]т ¢нσ¢σℓαтє__________________, ╚»ŔŐÚŃĂĶ«╝» мιsS υ (jAaN) ωнη ∂я ιz η0 яєѕη!

now-its getting on my nerves...so ta-da

I dont know whether GOD exists or not.

But religion, for sure, as we know it - does not exists.

George: We're gonna get a little place.

Lennie: Okay, yeah, we're gonna get a little place and w're gonna...

teen(ke liye) patti

so .. leaves do have that effect on you .. more when the flavor milk comes as supplementary..

this time it was JC..lego..dumbhead..and..lemur...

motleyed into the DEV-D kinda theme, they matched the concept of the day.. it was just the psyche of four(three atleast) that made world go black n red, somethin like the "sin-city" with lego n dumbhead on the emergency control mission.. it was no less than a situation where you can say "Houston! we have a problem!!". just the difference.. there was no houston..

somehow..meters equalled kilometers and the axial tilt of earth shifted to no less than 45% SE.. there was no point talkin co-ordinates.. soon lego was dead(atleast that was what dumbhead kept on askin every 3 minutes) and JC kept on forgettin his own jokes .. the laugh ride was all time high..

lemur was somehow a pacifier-kinda-ape(!!).. he convinced dumbhead atleast 213 times that he was still normal..

dumbhead by this time was busy reloading lego..JC busy umm umm doing ....somethin(do all actions have words assigned to them?).. "how the fuck are they playin cricket in this tilted park" .. "yeah man, why s ball not comin to us".."are those two there--gays"..."bhai, tu jim carey hai yaar".."the person you are tryin to reach is unreachable"..."karan, main normal hu na yaar".."did u piss in my glass..nyways I ll still have it.."

then he got it. the packet in pocket. dumbhead n lego had the salt n nimbu..they were now in a car parkin n now comes the food..lots n lots of it.. JC somehow had manufactured a puri-sabji plate..lego was down in a corner and dumbhead was busy mounting his plate with puris till the point where people started suspectin him of smuggling...

next day they all knew about the their respective blackouts but leaves were not gone yet...ice-cream and the effect insinuated..that made it a 2 day hangover(almost)

PS - i shud ve said this earlier, its a reader-specific article..not all will understand.

"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird."

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I am another lazy Piscean, I run a marathon everyday!!

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless gangster.

I have been in a semi-coma state for now almost 42 years, with 20 on credit.

On weekends, I perform opera in my balcony, most of the times its “house”-full.

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I have been world famous before the invention of mass-media.

I have solved many universal mysteries, recent one being “Anthony Cone Hai ?”.

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I am in perfect health after I got Electrocutioned, twice. Since that, I emit electrons every now and then, heres another ~~> e⁻

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I have won prawn-hunting competitions in Malta and Pinball tournaments in Matindu.

I often figure out where to take a leek when I am giving Geography lectures.

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I not famous but I receive fan-mails.

And

I write crap, people read it.