I firstly welcome all the "punctured tyre" friends of mine - who believe that life has a lot to offer, and I shall overcome. Because I'm sure - time shall tell them (What life has so - Abundantly - to offer ??) ############ (And, what wud they - Overcome - When their C...m balls - stop to function) - (punctured tyres have got it !!! gr8) !!
Jokes Apart,
Guys like me - have this period inbetween - we have actually proposed - that "Citizen of Venus" and "We start visualizing our Headstone already erected" - because of the rejection we actually oversee.
Oversee ! This power to oversee, develops in a guy from when he meets his special vibe, usually at the age of 14-15 years nowadays, forget those - Non-Sense - posters of Archies - thats - conniving. He first gets a notebook - from her - to copy all that she has written, in them, - The dodgy signatures she is learning to make /// Then the various surnames she has written against her name /// Then you think what is this - special Glossy Pink - ink - that she uses every alternate page, and u realise (A New Chemical on Earth- Nail-Polish) /// the u can even find - she specially fumbles at writing those very Technical Words like - enterpreneurship and metamorphosis, she loves those simple - Humble, and, Jumble, and, Tumble - things. U also understand - Humility - ke - jungle - mein pehle karo jumble - phir slowly - lallu raja - Woh ho jayegi tumble. and the game begins.
Lastly, Those who have Overseen what I have just explained - also know -
Making Girl-Friends & Getting Wives are Two Different Stories. We'll talk about them.
HEADSTONE - Here refers - to that social - stigma - the guy can carry for the next few months - Because all other puncture tyres - after the collapse of this one - Would dance with joy - Dekho to darbar mein ek aur Gadha hai !
- Latey laakhon kha chuka - Par phir bhi Saja hai !
and then you ponder over a few questions like - Why did my dad do this to his life ? Woh ek dhokey ke saath rehta hai ! //// Why is my sister so different with me - n Why is This Pataka so foolish not to try and bribe me ? //// Why have these markets been setup, and Why she loves to go shopping, when - My ass is on fire - thinking about - The Next Project I'll get or Not ? But, soon you realize, that unlike the other - puntured tyres - ur day has not come -
Dubara Jag Uth-ta Hai Shaitan ! Dubara Bhagne Lagta Hai Bhagwan !
You - jump start your new day - with a new proposal ! and think ! lagta hai kal wala Headstone chori ho gaya ?? :)
- But I want to confess something, I have come across so many female folks - but never get one thing - What do they exactly want - Ur time ? Ur life ? Ur tea ? Ur bike ? Ur iPod ? or what - Why do they always have to say this -
"Mai sab janti hun - sab ladke ek jaise hotey hai" ?
What is the meaning of this ? Sab ladke ek - jaise hotey hai - is being referred to what exactly ? Ladkon ka dimaag ! Ladkon ke shauk ! - Ya ! She Actually Knows What A Guy Exactly - is Thinking About - When She is Preparing that Boring Cup of tea - For him ?
Whatever it might be - but when you suddenly meet that someone of your life - U go completely blank - and Specially to questions like -
- Sir ! Kya Sabko Utna Hi Dena Hai Ya Alag Alag ? (Questions on selection) - You say - Sabko de dunga to mujhe kya milega ! Nahi - ab tum log jao - Jaipur mein ret charo - mein abhi - Hari ghaas kha raha hun.
- Sir ! Mr. X apse milne aye hai , Bahut der se baithe hai ? (Questions about priority) - You say - X ho ya Y, Leta ho ya Baitha, usse kaho, abhi mein - Ek important meeting mein hun, Plave crash ho jayega agar hata to, aur suno, keh dena, Agli baar ane ke pehle - imagine kar le - Ki ane ki jarurat nahi hai - Apni jindagi barbaad kare to kare - Bhai mujhe to baksh de !
- Sir ! Aunty poonch rahi thi ki Maggi kaisa laga ? Kya Bolu ? (Questions of extended feelings) - Suno ! Unse keh dena , मग्गी खिला खिला के मार देंगी क्या, अब में इस मग्गी से बचने ka जुगाड़ soch रहा हूँ ! साथ mein ये bhi कह dena - मग्गी ke लच्छों - की तरह - मेरे दिमाग mein इस समय - करोरो - लच्छे जन्म ले rahe है - Agar woh phas gayi - To Maggi Bolegi - मै गयी !
- Then those are the times - When you feel ! Yaar mein Ratan Tata to nahi ban jaunga ! Poori jindagi idhar udhar , jordar suit , aur bhi jordar suits , aur ek aisi car - jisse bail gaadi bhi tez chalti ho - And the best part is - After retirement - I shall need to serach for a inheritor ! Oh Shit ! - Such big blows of knowledge accompanied with such a gloomy picture of a life. Although, I've not read his Auto-Biography - but I'm sure - it must be those - having more - Grey and Royal Blue ink ... and some pages on - Hynotizing Stuff. But he forgot to mention - those soft - Pinks and Creams - life so desperately need all the time.
Once I was with my dad, and we were visiting this Garden in Ooty, I was spellbound - the Natural Beauty this place has (forget the girls - I'm talking of trees) - was, when I saw this couple walking - all forgotten of this world, around them, they were on that Journey of Titanic , letting lose all their emotions in public , and I felt - ki hamara Allahabad hota - to Baaj ab tak panja maar chuka hota.
The donkeys (the moral police of Allahabad and UP in general) - the biggest Imposters of Morality have made UP - the Den of corruption and falsehood. Children are harassed at intervals their growth process suffers.
I feel our - sex starved - Neta's - want - to end their mandate - by stopping boys and girls meet and interact in public places. The Majnu Pinjra bull-shit they keep crying about - is nothing as - compared to - The In-Prison rapes that happen in UP and Bihar. What the donkeys talk about morality !
In any case - i don't want ot dirty my Blog - by talking about these - Devil Chosens - God himself- gives them their shares of - Humanity.
I would like to end this article here ! My mantra I want to share is -
'All things so great - I used to hate, I've found r not so Rumbly' 'All friends I lost, all Loves I lost' 'I found were not so Dumb Bee'
Gyan - Baaji - as how my cousin explains my Blog - I think - I feel - Gyan hai - to batne mein - Kya burayi hai ....
With Regards,
PM
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