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The Legend of the Tooth Fairy

2009-06-08T23:37:00.000-07:00

In a land not so farther
Lived a king named Louis Arthur
His palace was divine with horses and walls.
And all his ministers with unshaved balls.
And the king longed for a tooth-fairy
for his ass was oh soo hairy.
Every night when he used to sleep
He prayed to god, to protect from the creep
And used to break a tooth or two
For tooth-fairy he wished to do.
Then one day , out of the blue
Appeared a merchant in his court , with his naked crew
He said "my lord, my crew shall you screw"
And 4th day hence, the 2nd tooth that you shall threw
Will bring you the one you desire
Which shall put your balls on fire"
But the merchant was con , he had 7 felonies
He had been arrested for doing under-age Melonie
So the king ordered for the merchant to be bound to the walls
And asked his ministers to batter his balls
As the balls broke , one by one
Tooth fairy appeared , and she wanted to run
The king was strong - he punched her in the face
Broke her jaw, and she passed out in a gaze
He put her in his Cadillac, and stepped on the gas
And slowly and steadily, the hair began to disappear from his ass
4th day hence, the hair was gone,
The fairy looked like Cristiano Ron'
The merchant still bound to the walls
Wondering what they did to his balls
The ministers now were hair free too
And in the Cadillac was Arthur to do
the tooth fairy , and everything was fine
the king returned to the castle , and with his ministers he dined
After the meal divine , Arthur asked the tooth fairy to marry
She said no - shot dead - the ministers had to carry
Her body to the cemetery , painted her grave red
And thats how the legend of tooth fairy is now declared dead...

What leads to acts of terrorism ?

2008-12-01T10:23:00.000-08:00

I met this girl recently ( and i really think she would like not to be named, atleast not on a e-place like this ) , and our conversation was something like this..

Me : ( rappin with a fist to my heart, and the other hand doing all rapper things )
"I got the rolly on my arm,
and am pouring chandon ,
and i roll the best weed,
coz i got it going on'..
am a nice dude..
with some nice dreams ....."

Girl : ( Nonchalantly)
"the money they pay to buy thier weed
finanaces the rdx that kills innocents
thus is planted the seed
which shall cause some repentence!!
"

Me :
Say i buy weed worth rs 20 from a peddlar named homie..
The peddlar hardly makes anything ..just able to make ends meet selling weed...
Now i stop smoking weed, ( and lets just assume that i am able to convince all my hungry niggas to go sober ) and our homie is out of job...
Its tough times in indian economy , becoz of the massive credit crunch and high repo rates,
many ppl are unable to payback car loans.. the banks are frisking away the cars,
and so our homie cant even find the one job he can do - driving!! ( the banks took away all the cars, remember?) !
Meanwhile the pundliks and the abhyankars and the patils are too busy fighting north indians ( if not each other ) and none of them want to hire a ex-peddlar..

Dejected and rejected he walks back home to find that theres no
food on the dinner table and his 3 kids arent home yet, sees his wife crying
silently, barely able to tell him that she is expecting another child....
She breaks the news to him , and the news breaks his balls !He smokes up all the weed hes got ..hes high now..and wanders aimlessly in the backlanes of Masjid Bandar and stumbles upon a deccan mujhaidden ( one of his esteemed clientle ) and finally convinces our poor old homie that the only reason i stopped buying weed from him , and the only reason the banks have raised repo rates and the only reason that nobody wants to hire him is that he is of a Minority Race ..
And the only way he can help his community is by blowing himself up ..
( Simple Maths doesnt apply here : Minority Race minus (-) One ( the guy who blows himself up) equals(=) Even more minority race.. But homie is a peddlar , not a rocket scientist, so he doesnt understand the intricacies )

The Deccan Charger asks him to deliver some parcel to some other guy and promise
to pay him 25 thousand for that and tell him that the parcel contains sweets for christmas that blow up if u dont eat them on the 25th december.

Our homie is a man of principles ( though a peddlar) and he would have never
even contemplated doing things like these..
B right now hes so hard stressed that the only thing that matters to him is putting out food on the table for his 3 kids and buying some medicines for his pregnant wife..
he takes up the job - its easy , pick up a parcel at borivali, and deliver it to a guy at the airport.
He catches a cab..speedbreaker..BOOM !!!!

Ville Parle was the last board he ever saw ..
Incompetent government is unable to trace the real terrorists and our homie is the fall guy..
Homie is declared terrorsit, and with that stigma, his preganat wife is driven out of her house..
shes now homeless,pregant and she has to feed 3 children.. hospitals deny her entry, neighbours refuse to help her..
a couple of months later the situation gets too complicated and her body cant take it anymore, she bleeds to death..
right on the spot where our Homie once used to sell some weed..

His 3 kids are picked up by LeT and 20 years later, they blow up Taj, Oberoi and Nariman House
respectively..over 200 are killed( amongst which include the sons and grandsons of those who denied our homie a job , the retired reserve bank governor who hiked up the repo rates to turn in a quick buck, also the ex-investigation officer who failed to nail down the main terrorists 25 years ago and instead picked on our Homie, some of the the Doctors who refused to give Mrs.Homie her medical rights and some of our Homies neighbours who ere working as the staff in the Taj ) , 800 wounded ( i am too bored to name them) ..
50,000 crores of estimated loss in property and revenue ( coz Mumbai remained closed for 3 days )
Union Home Minister resigns, State Deputy Chief has to resign, teh State CM offers to resign amongst all this political havoc ..and i can go on and on about the repurcussions..but i guess you get the point by now.( One major repurcussion i missed out on is that it gives me a reason to write a blog article )

If only somebody would have bought that pack of weed 20 years ago ...
Maybe 3 cups of tea and 4 pieces of bread would have changed history ...
Think about it .

Girl : ( leaves never to be seen again ) .....silence.....

Me : "Ahh ..well..maybe i should have never told her anything about weed"

Knowlede Management

2007-05-25T02:58:00.001-07:00

Whoahaaaa Knowledgeeee Manageeemennnnnntttttttt!

Get your hands in the air, and shave your pubic hair
and ride maulik's bike, if u dont like riding the black mare

this is....Knowledge ,share it with your peers
And scratch your balls, while you are changing the gears

Of mauliks bike, coz if u dont, somebody else will
and then u will have to scratch the balls of KPS Gill

Knowledge is tacit, it is inside of the most knowledgeable's tomb
but u can still rape the dead bastard, and get the knowledge out of the Gandu's womb
Expert systems help you to make a choice,
they give you confidence , they strengthen your voice
They will help you to make a decision,
Strengthen your vision, and force the decision out of you,
just like the doctor forces out a cesarean.

In this journey of life, we all come across certain knowledge
From reading some books and certain other novels
we even get knowledge , from cleansing our own bowels
And sometimes, like the French, when using paper towels

All this knowledge in the world, is too much for one person to absorb
So i dont understand, What is the need to learn some more?
Do you need knowledge to fuck a girl , or a whore?
Do you need knowledge on why George bush won and not Al Gore?

The knowledge that we come across, is more than we can fathom
Sharing knowledge will make the other person strong , and u weaker
In the next team meeting, he will be eloquent and u will be meeker
You already committed this mistake, now your future looks bleaker
Think about your Biwi Bacha ! Dont you have any fikar?

So here, take my advice, Its free
Dont share your knowledge, atleast not with a selfish bastard like me
Coz this is war mate, this is elan-e-jung
And i will rip our balls out and lick my balls with your tongue
Because, make no mistake, I am not a friend
I am not from Alabama, Colorado or Gendren
I am a wily old fox from old Wrexham
A sick tired bastard waiting for Knowledge Management exam

And i dont know shit about the subject
Mittal taught me KM, He asked me to study all the 10 steps
He told me "Son, you must know'em"
Instead i am writing this nonsense poem,

Mr.Mittal, while correcting my papers,
dont be surprised,
coz u will come across the most famous rapers
Who raped Babies in Huggies Diapers
and ladies in saree drapers

So Mr.Mittal, heres my take,
You might have commited your life's biggest mistake.

DISCLAIMER : I have a split personality disorder , and hence the views stated here are not necessarily of the blow owner.

Love, Racism and Gand

2007-03-22T06:23:00.000-07:00

Guys, am back..and this time with a more philosophical topic....Love,Racism and Gand.

Life never seizes to amaze us, just when we think we have seen the biggest pair of boobs ever to hang on a human body, we see another pair, that makes the earlier ones look like mosquito bites.

The above sentence has no relation to my earlier part, and has no relation to the story that i am going to tell u now, but i wrote it because i was thinking about boobs, like i always do :)

'What is love' 'Why are people racist?' 'What is the biological use of Gand?' are the question that have been raised throughout the history of mankind. Battles have been fought, men have killed, villages devastated, blood has been spilled, God has been questioned !! But nobody, nobody has been able to answer . Our forefathers tried and failed, couldnt answer, even after scratching their balls and rubbing their asses. So, they delegated authority and now we have the responsibility of finding out the Eternal Truth. So here we start our mission, to find out the

The origin of the word 'Love' actually comes from the word Lovda , which has its origins in Sanskrit, the language of the Gods.
Lovda , however, when translated in enlgish, means a Penis.
Is Penis love? You might think not, but before jumping to conclusions, lets analyze this assumption further, before we reject it as Null hypothesis.
Dont you love your penis? Dont you think the girls like the penis ? Doesnt 'making love' involve the use of penis ?
In history, wherever we see the word penis used, it has strong relations with penis.
Shakesphere said "Love thy neighbour' But if u remove the accent, we can see, he actually meant 'Lovda Neighbour' !!
Even the Famous Pop band said ' One Love '.
All the meant was, One Penis , is all every1 needs to be happy.
So, here we conclude, Love is Penis.
If you dont agree, i dont give a fuck.
If you have a problem with that, ITS YOUR PROBLEM !!!

Hinjewadi Chowk to Mithila 124 - Part II

2007-02-02T13:03:00.000-08:00

Scroll Down for Part I

An Image of 'The Balls' from Part-I

And there i was, standing in the middle of the Rajiv Gandhi Infotech park, I could still smell some gooey shit which was sprinkled on me by the farmers. I could still see the fungus laid balls of the queers who were with me in the auto.
After seeing the auto disappear far into the horizon, I picked up my luggage and started my walk towards the i2it campus. Looking around, i noticed that the IT park was no different than any other crappy place on this earth.I stopped to buy some cigarettes and noticed some ugly creature walking towards me. I left the cigarettes behind and ran for my life. While running, i looked around and saw that this whole IT park was full of similar ugly creatures. Those were girls, and no ! not ordinary girls, Girls from Infotech Park, or 'The SEZ of Pune'. Special Economic Zone?? My Balls!! Y dont u spend some special economy on these creatures and make an effort to transform them into something humanly feminine?
I had awakened my penis because of constant jumping of my balls on him due to the running, but seeing the girls, he quickly went to sleep again. Pas' de Problem.
Talking about running, I dont see any fuckin point in the activity, except of course, Rolling Stones gather no moss, and i Run coz i dont want moss on my balls !
Anyways, i continued running and saw that there were two types of girls here,
one with unkempt hair, ugly face, dark skinned, pimpled, dark moustaches, heavy beards and no boobs were from organizations and the others were with unkempt hair, ugly face, dark skinned, pimpled, dark moustaches, heavy beards and GIGANTIC boobs were from Symbiosis college.
I was partly relieved that i2it had denied admission to such ugly creatures.

And finally there I was, standing on the gate of a deserted campus of i2it. The security guards were getting gay with each other and they were playing the game of ' Catch his balls, Blow a whistle and Put the whistle in his Ass' They asked me to join. I asked them to shave their balls.
I stole their whistle and ran into the campus, with the pack of naked security guards behind me.
I thought i should let this know to the warden, and hence ran straight for his office, they were still chasing me.

I ran into his office, "Sir, Name's Nikhil. New Admission. And You better take a look at the security Guards."

He told me "Welcome to I2it so, always be a good boy, dont ever play with guns"
Then he turned to the Security guards " How many times did i tell u not to play Catch-his-balls-Blow-a-whistle-and-put-the-whistle-in-his-Ass in the campus??"
Lets play "Catch-his-balls-Blow-a-whistle-and-put-the-bottle-in-his-Ass"
And all of them disappeared far into the campus, never to be seen again.

Anyways, i took my luggage and proceeded to the room that i was alloted. 'Mithila 124'
I opened the room and soon found out that the room was not double occupancy as the college had promised me, It was more like 1 million occupancy with people from different races living in harmony, there were cockroaches, rats, squirrels, mosquitoes, other insects, Siberian Tigers with unshaved balls and African elephants with shaved balls. Just like a happy family- showing balls !!!
The room was a total mess, though it was much better than it is now!

(....to be continued....)

A Place called I-Square-IT - Part I

2007-01-31T13:21:00.000-08:00

Hey guys, Nagda Manus is back..
And this time, like always, i dont have much to write about..so i will just write about every second of my pathetic little life in this place called I-Square-IT.
Not a long time ago I , like millions of stupid assholes like me, had given CAT and all other hopeless exams that existed on this wretched planet called earth. I didn't get through any of the exams
and that was obvious considering the limited intellect that god showered upon me. I was depressed, so depressed that I applied for a course in the most fuckallest of all colleges called I-Square-IT.
The good thing about this was that there was hardly anyone else from India appearing for this course and this made my admission a bit easy. As i expected, there were about 19 people who were with me to write the exam for this course of MBA and not surprisingly, after 30 days of anxious waiting, I was selected, along with the 18 others.

Now, i had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The only place that could save me was I-Sqaure-IT, or so i thought !!!
I packed my bags - 2 rags and a stocking cap, and on the way, a stray dog bit me, so i bit him back. I broke his nose, now, his skull is a broken bone, theres no control, so i just let my emotions go....

The bus stopped at a god-forbidden place called Wakad Police Chowki, though it looked more like the Chauri-Chaura police chowki which was burnt during the second non-co-operation movement. So after getting down from the bus, I asked a few locals standing in torn and rotten dhoti with their balls hanging and popping out of all the possible holes in the dhoti , "How to go to IT park? ". They asked me to catch a six-seater.I asked them to shave their balls. After finishing the rest of the good-byes, i proceeded to a place where six-seaters were supposed to stop. As i was waiting for the six-seater i saw that the persons whom i thought were locals were actually employees of some of the 'esteemed' organizations in the IT park, and i realised that only after they scratched their balls and put on their employee ID cards.

"Honk Honk Honk Honk !!!! " Some son of a bitch was honking with his balls in a strange vehicle. It was a kind of weird vehicle with people popping out of all the windows and doors and with a Horn near the scrotum of the driver. After a couple of hours, i realized that , the son of a bitch was honking at me and fuck i dont know y !!! May be he was the son of the same bitch who had to face my wrath today morning ...may be not.. anyways.., i flexed my muscles and twitched my balls, and there was a sudden rush of testosterone in my body, so much that the hemoglobin in my blood was replaced by testosterone.

After some debate with that stupid asshole, i realized that he was waiting for me to get into the six seator. But it was a six-million seater and there was no way on earth that i was going to get into that homosexual mob of gays wearing the same dhotis. At the same time, i couldn't take the honking anymore and just got into that god-damned vehicle called the six-million seater.

Going at a great speed of 10 kms per hour, i wanted to distract my mind from the homosexual mob, so i just looked out of the windows and saw some scenic bio-gas plants. Here, people beilve that bio-gas is the best fertilizer and the best pesticide. No wonder all the farmers were shitting on the plants. Their kids were urinating on each other, while the rest of the family was puking on the farmers and the children, and the some others farting on the scarecrows. It was really scenic.

After a 2 km drive that took 2 hours, i finally landed in the rajiv Gandhi infotech park.

To be continued ......

Growing Frustration of IT Professionals in India.

2006-12-14T12:08:00.000-08:00

India as they say , has become the Mecca of Information Technology. Personally, i dont give
a fuck.
India boasts of very good IT service companies who hire some illiterate morons and provide
some woeful service to another bunch of hopeless companies.
In fact, there was a case when there was an aircraft full of Indian Software Engineers and
the Flight Lieutenant announced,
"How many of you would still fly, if we said that the software used to fly this plane is
provided by the software company u work for?"
All of them , except one, got out of their seats and ran for the door like stupid
assholes(which they are).
But remarkably, one remained on his seat, and on being questioned he said "If you are using
the software provided by my company to fly this plane, i can bet my bottom dollar that this
fuckin plane aint going to take off!!"
Such is the plight of Indian Software Companies.
The definition for "Working Hours" has been cancelled from the Dictionary of these idiots.
They work and work some more and work late hours trying to impress their boss in hope of
being the next project manager.
Manager? These fools cant even manage themselves, forget about managing the project.
They all want to code in Java. Aye Bawa?Or else its the .NET technology.
Technology, here we come across another interesting and equally useless word.
We use the word just for the fuckin sake of using the word. All of the Gurus of technology
can be heard saying , technology saves so much time !!!
You can hear them saying, "Oh , the new .NET Technology saves so much time !!! "
Look asshole, hold on a sec.
Are you really saving any time?
Have you heard anyone saying "Oh, I saved 3 hours today by using the .NET technology , and i
am going to spend those 3 hours with my girl-friend today . "
Have u heard some1 say anything like that? Can any1 go home early ? Where are the hours
that u just saved?
I will tell you, u spend those 3 hours doing the same worthless piece of shit that u do all
day, that is coding and some similar IT stuff. Come on guys, get a life !! Your can read it
as 'CUM on, guys' too. But definitely not as "CUM , on guys"
Hehehe, see, now i got u smiling, When was the last time your boss had u smiling?
The Bosses or so called Project Managers are an equal waste of Flesh and Bones.
They dont know a fuck about what their company is about.
They come from some terrorist camps like IIMs or Some other dangerous camps, after being
totally brainwashed.
Their only aim is to harass all the employees in the organization, and create as much
turbulence as you can.
They are a major threat to the human society, and they should be thrown in Gas
Chambers, the only difference is that here, the gas would be natural. See, i am an
environmentalist, so i would never use anything artificial that would harm the nature. But i
would be glad to eat half a ton of Stale meat , and then i would explain what i mean by Gas
Chambers.
Anyways, coming back to the topic, "Growing Frustration of IT Professionals in India" , i
would rather say that they deserved to be frustrated ,simply because they have frustrated
the not-so-intelligent persons like me, by always beating them in Exams and Campus
Interviews.
And now , that we have touched upon the word, lets just add a few words on Campus
Interviews. In all B-Schools ( pronounced as
Chutyagiri) there is a concept called the 'Placement Week', when all companies are SUPPOSED
to come and RECRUIT ALL the candidates. I know a few people who love this, the bar-owners in
the vicinity of all such lucky colleges.
For them, its bigger than Diwali. Not required to say, but most of their business is due to
the dejected and rejected rather than the selected.
These so called campus interviewers are interested in knowing every fuckin detail
(literally) of the students, all their past whether they have throughout 60 percent in their
education and all such shit.
Now tell me, when u go out to see a girl, do u insist on seeing her pics when she was 16 and
when she was 18?
Do u want to know what was her weight back then? Will you fuck her only if she was at least
4'10 when she was 14?
The answer is NO ( except for some Campus Interviewers reading this)
You are absolutely not interested in her past. Then y do these campus interviewers fail to
understand simple fucking logic?
Lets just stop here, and let the Campus Interviews think for some time.
But dont worry, I will be back soon.

Keep Visiting,

Nikhil
B.Sc-IT
MBA-Advanced IT

My Friend Hardik Jansari

2006-12-14T09:07:00.001-08:00

Oh my friend , my friend hardik jansari,
y do u always listen to song 'ari ari ari'?

are u afraid of the canteen food?
do u think it will alter ur mood?

don’t think it is a love potion,
it will only get u loose motion.

in the class, u are always so quiet,
but when u are with janhavi, u feel 'oh so right'

i know because i can understand u
i am ur frnd, but they dont understand u.

they say u only listen to songs which are hit
and u are nothing else but a useless piece of shit

u get up, wash urself, and go out with pride,
that’s when janhavi starts looking for a place to hide

don’t worry my frnd, u will get her someday,
and my sixth sense tells me it will be a monday!

and u know what my frnd?
today is monday, so go out with ur head held high,
in front of her , kneel down and let out a loud sigh,
and tell her how u feel, tell her 'oh janhavi, u are just my!!'

then the bells in her head will ring
maybe in the season of spring will u both sing.

or maybe she will feel a bit ticklish,
and say "hardik, please improve ur English!"

By

Nikhil Pundlik,
1984-2006*

The Duel

2006-05-26T04:41:00.000-07:00

I have nothing much to write today.But my blog cannot go a week without posting any crap.
But I am posting this clip that I heard some time back but was unable to get my hands on until today.
I really enjoyed the clip.
You may have heard it before.
But for those who have not heard it Click Here to Download
It is a mimicry clip. I think it plays in Real Player.
I hope you all will like it.

Love,
Nikhil

Reservations for Assholes

2006-05-21T02:32:00.000-07:00

Reservation is the new Buzz Word.Or is it Anti-Reservation??? I have absoultely no idea.
What is all the fuss about?Why is everybody fighting?
I read the papers, and there are people fighting.I watch the TV and there are aliens and doctors
Everybody is having a erection.
Or is it Erectile Dysfunction (Too much of Mahindra Watsa - the Sexpert)
What the fuck man!!
Why cant they lead a peace ful life?
FUCK Youth for Equality.
Where were you when all YOU Youth screwed me in CAT and CET ??
Tab tum logon ka utha nahi kya? Tabhi kyun nahi bola "Nikhil for IIM"
Forget ME, Now these assholes are disrupting public life(they had a peaceful rally in shivaji park, but the media persons and everybody was walking in between our football pitch) and asking for signatures from people to support their cause.Fuck their cause.
These assholes are just losing a seat.
Where were these assholes when the farmers and villagers lost their land,thier livelihood and their lives during the Narmada Dam thing???
Where were these assholes when basti in Mankhurd was run over by government bull dozers, and the people living there had a Ration Card. They had a right to live there.
Where were these assholes when there is a death because of Negligence by a doctor???
When these things happen, then they are not shouting slogans.
But Indeed ! they are fucking some dead bhangis in operation theatres.
I have seen them fuck some half-dead too.
Why cant they just fuck the dead bhangi and and lead a normal life , the way normal people do.
I have seen people forwardind me messages "The 'C' in Your CAT and CET stands for Caste and not for Common anymore"and I have seen 10 lakh people protest.
Last year only 1.5Lakh people gave CAT.
What is wrong with the rest of 8.5 Lakh? They never even attempted the fuckin CAT.
Erectile Dysfunction??Pop in Norlevo or Ezee 2 . Or fuck the Odd Bhangi, Or is it the Dead Bhangi?
They blame the politicians.
They blame it on The Vote Bank Politics.
But Why do politicians want the Dalit Vote Bank?
Beacause there are millions of people like you, like me, like your parents and like my parents who dont go to vote beaucse there is a fuckin line.
Now if you dont vote, The Dalits Do.They anwyays do.
And That becomes the vote bank.
So, for the time being, stop blaming the politicians.
If there is any1 to blame, then it is YOU.
You are an asshole.
Recognize the Fact.
There is a voice inside you which says , I AM A ASSHOLE
Let the voice come out.
When You realize the fact, your life will be much easier and happier.
That is when you will realize the Fundamental Truths of Life.
Just Say loudly, every morning., I am a Asshole. I am Shit.I am good for nothing. Except for passing some shit.That is the new gayatri's asshole mantra.
That is when you will realize the fundamental truths...
the fundamental truths are everyhting...and they are
1- I want to live one more day.
And asshole, that day better be without taking lathi charge.
That day better be without hunger strike
2-Let the day, be a happy day
Yess assholes, your life can be far happier even when u dont have admissions to engg or mbbs.
It is not life.But for some assholes, it is.That is why i call them assholes.
I have seen people from harvrad kill themselves with frustration and I have seen college peoons live a happy life with thier familys.
3-When my time on this earth comes, I want moksha.
You dont want to be born as an asshole again..do you?

So take my advice.
Get up early in the morning, Masterbate and then say the Gayatri's Asshole mantra

'God you made me a asshole, Its OK.
I dont want admsions.I dont want to be a doc or a engg.
All i want is to live one more day.
All i want is to live a happy day.
And If You cant give me a happy day, Then God, give me Moksha.
I dont want to be born as an asshole again'

Anyways,
I dont like Arjun Singh.
What the fuck?? Kill the Bastard.
Lol

So I am Breaking the Habit ...Tonight !!!

2006-05-14T03:34:00.000-07:00

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I’m picking me apart again
You all assume
I’m safe here in my room
(unless I try to start again)

I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
‘Cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused

I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don’t know why I instigate
And say what I don’t mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I know it’s not alright
So I’m
Breaking the habit
Tonight

Heard this song? Its by Linkin Park. Absolutely amazing song with great lyrics.
And I must have heard this song about a hundred million times.
But still i dint understand the meaning of the song..Who is breaking the habit??
What habit? And I dont understand why I need to break any habit? And i didnt understand that ....................................................
..........Until This series of events

Recently I was traveling by a BEST bus for a Football match in Shivaji Park and as usual it was very crowded. I was stuck in the same postion for an eternity and sweat was pouring out of all possible pores on my body that god has given me. It was begining to tickle as the drops of sweat were making thier way from downwards on my body and I couldnt move because I was stuck in the same postion in the over-crowded bus. And suddenly I found that my Dick(of all places) was tickling. And I thought to myself.."Whoa...I have never sweated there before...Well..I must have reached Puberty !! HURRAY !!!" And I was just about to rejoice when the lady next to me moved, and that gave my eyeballs enough space to move and see what was actually happening. What actually was happenneing is that THIS SON OF A BITCH bus conductor was tickling my DICK. Sala Guuuuuud. I somehow tried to explain to the other people that i had an emergency and i had to go ahead or go behind or GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. But Nobody was ready to budge and that BASTARD was touching my dick at every opportunity he got.And what else could I have done, I cant hit him, He is on duty, Government Service.But somehow I managed to wriggle out of that place but not without getting my ass squeezed from the God Damn conductor. And after I got down from the Bus, I was abusing the conductor like hell in all the languages i know, and that asshole just looks at me and winks.
DAMN YOU CONDUCTOR!!! DAMN YOU SON OF A BITCH !!!

And this episode was repeated with me when i was on my way back from Shivaji Park the very same day.From the experience earlier in the day, This time i standed as far as i could from the conductor.I even passed the money from fellow passengers to get my ticket, I Didnt have enough guts.Once Bitten, Twice Shy. However, this time, It was not the conductor. It was some 40-45 year old, Six and a Half Footed Monster and must be weighing in the range of 100 to 120 Kilograms. And he had a couple more of his Gay Accomplices with him. This time there is no Government Service Man on Duty , But A Six and Half Footed Monster that I better not take pangey with. Am all tired and exhausted after a frantic game of football and the last thing i need is a 6 foot 6 Inch Hairy Monster Tickling my dick and Squeezing my Ass.

DAMN YOU GAY COMMUNITY!!!

WHY DONT THESE PEOPLE UNDERSTAND?
I AM NO BRAD PITT !!!
THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO LOOK BETTER THAN ME !!!
AND THERE ARE PEOPLE WITH MUCH MORE GAY-ER INTRESTS !!!
I AM PLEADING YOU
PLEASE PLEASE SPARE ME !!!

About 2 years ago, Crowded busses were my favorite. I loved chance-maring.
I used to mar-chance at every opportunity that i used to get.I never used to shy away from getting a peice of Ass every now and then
However, After i fell into a relationship with my current GirlFriend ( and after hearing all of the female crap about chance-marers) I had quitened down a bit.
But still, sometimes, When i used to see a really hot babe in a crowded bus, The animal in me used to be jagrut again.
However, After this Not-So-Happy-But-Very-GAY Incident i have killed the Animal in me.
There is no chance he is going to be jagrut ever again.
Now I know what Girls would be going through, especially when they come across people Like ME.
God Made Guys.
Then God Made Girls.
Then God made guys like ME.
Then God made GAYS to make ME realize how important WOMAN are to our society.

I SALUTE THE WHOLE WOMANHOOD FOR TAKING THESE ATROCITIES FOR GENERATIONS.
AND I WOULD NEVER DO THAT AGAIN EVER IN MY LIFE....
...
So
I’m Breaking the habit
Tonight

A place called Bhangi Wadi

2006-05-10T02:57:00.000-07:00

Ahh...it feels so good to be back posting.
But this time I dont have any recent events to tell you.
But it feels so good to be writing crap again!
Well in my last article about Himesh , I had told you guys that how he had 6 tracks between track Song no 13 and Song no 06 on the weekly top-20 round up show.There were only 2 other tracks preventing a consecutive list of 6 himesh tracks.
Out of the two tracks, I dont remember one, but the other track was X Shamur - Let the Music Play.
As we were walking towards our society from The Mewad's , with the song playing on Loud Speaker of Nokia 6610 ( and it was very loud due to the silence of the night) , children from the zhoppadpattis by the road started coming out in numbers. They were looking at us with curious eyes. Firstly there were only 4-5 children on the street, but in a couple of minutes there were about a hundred thousand zhoppadpatti children hovering around us and following us.And then we realised what was happening.
This song is the National Anthem of the Bhangi Wadi.
Every morning they play it on the loudspeaker and everybody stands in fixed rows with a salute and doesnt budge from his place till the anthem is over.
And this is true not only to our Bhangi Wadi, but also most of other Zhoppadpatttis and Bhangi Wadis across Mumbai...maybe India.
All these members of the esteemed bhangi club are blabbering some thing like
"O Na Tadpa run bhaiye bolo pud pud se na marte "( Whatever that means)
But that must be some secret langauge. And ever seen two bhangis talking with each other after this anthem is played?
They continue to talk in this langauge that no one has been able to decrypt till now.
Anyways..as we realsied that we were lisetnign to their national anthem, we immediately swithced it off.
And a panic set in, the bhangis did not know what had happened.
They were used to lisetingng the whole song and this was different cup of tea for them.
Panic Set in, Nobody knew what to do, where to run.
In this dhakka-bukki a 10 year old bhangi (bhangi 1) child banged against a 11 year old bhangi (bhangi 2)..

Bhangi 1 : Sala Harami.
Bhangi 2 : Tu Harami.
Bhangi 1 : Teri Maa Matke Mein Padi
Bhangi 2 : Teri Maa Matka Tod Ke Baas Li !!!

DAMN !!!

.....and then we have......

2006-05-08T02:46:00.000-07:00

This is Amey,The one who screwed Kaavya at The Mewads,

And This is Himesh...

In school, we were taught that there are Amphibains,Birds,Fish,Reptiles,Insects and Mamals.
And I always used to write all the six and leave a sinlge line fearing I might have missed a type and i will write it down on the blank line if i remember later in the paper.That 'later' never came and that line was always empty.Lazy as i am, i never bothered to look up the textbook to find if I had missed any type.And in the next test, the whole story was repeated.
About 16 years later, i have found the answer.There are amphibians, birds,fish,reptiles,insects,mamals and then we have Himesh Reshamiya.
This species, though very rarely found , is growing rapidly.
Yesterday night, we (colony people) were at The Mewad's listening to FM.
And you would not believe , but at any given time, there was atleast one Himesh track playing across 5 radio stations, if not two tracks.
We were liseting to Red FM 93.5 as the weekly round-up of top 20 songs was going on.
And in the top-13 songs we had 7 himesh tracks.
WoW....thats something !!!
Frankly speaking, his songs are nice and though not a big Himesh Fan, I do enjoy most of his tracks.Thoush there are a lot of people vying for HATE-HIMESH club membershib, Himesh ne pura market khaya hai. No doubt about it.
But have you noticed an odd thing, this species of Himesh have an odd way of reproduction.
It is called vocal reproduction.
Next time a Himesh track is playing, observe ur freind.
Anybody singing a himesh track, thinks he is himesh himself and starts singing from the nose and breathing from his mouth.I dont know why this happens though.
This Himesh species is spreading rapidly.
Anyways, as we were discussing himesh, my freind , Amey, asked me
"Pramod Mahajan ka Expiry date kya tha?"
DAMN!!
When did Pharma companies started bottling a medicine named Pramod Mahajan???
And NO!, he is not from a Municipal School, He is from the DON BOSCO's
Anyways, he is also called PPC-31..beacause of a quite intresting reason.
He was studying for his college exams (some year in B.COM).and he needed just 10 marks for passing.
And,after doing a lot of reasearch, he came to know that the paper is containg some quetion about PPC-31( that may be a topic in commerce..i have no idea) for 10 marks.
So he studied whole night and he studied only the question PPC-31.
Next day , he got the question paper in his hand and he was very much relieved to see that the question PPC-31 was indeed in the paper.
After the exams we met and I asked him,
"Kya re , paper kaisa tha?"
"Fuckall!!!"
"Why?..PPC-31 nahi aayaa kya??
"Nahi...Aaya tha"
"To phir likha kyun nahi ******"??
"Arey yaar, pura raat padha, itna neend aya ki mein Paper mein so gaya"

DAMN!!!

The Gopal Kissed

2006-05-05T23:11:00.000-07:00

Well Guys,
I am back posting again.
I had started blogging just last week and i was very excited in the beginning, and so i was posting an article everyday.
But i have now decided not to post just for the sake of psoting.
I will post regualry,no doubt about it, but I will now concentrate more on quality rather than quantity.Anyways, Here is my latest article..and it concerns my Housing colony and people associated with it.Not going into too much details though.
I live in Naigaum Co-Operative Society(Dadar-East) where nobody is co-operative.
Anyways,lets not get into the details of that.Luckily we have a nice group of young ppl abt my age and hence we have company.Theres Rahul (Wakda Raja), Amey (Nakhrewali),Dilip(Aba) Ganguly(Paav) etc etc.We normally have dinner at about 10 pm and by about 1030 everybody gathers downstairs and we normally go for Nightwalk towards Mewad Ice-Cream Parlour.
Normally content with Fruit Salad (Priced Rs 5/-) , sometimes we get lucky if anybody has extra cash and then we go for a Half Falooda (Priced Rs 10/-).
Anyways, about two days ago, after a Couple of Fruit Salads and Faloodas , we were suddenly discussing Literature. And then , my friend Amey Mohile said that this book "The Gopal Kissed" is a super hit and everybody is reading it. He is the least literature-literate amongst us and we were surprised that he knew a book that we hadnt even heard of.Anyywas, at abt 1130-1145 pm we went home and slept. In the morning, amey's words suddenly flashed across my mind as i was surfing the net. I immediately opened the google search page and typed the words "The Gopal Kissed". And the results it showed was amazing,
Did You Mean : " How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild and Got a Life " ??
Damn, so much for Gopal Kissed !!!
Well, I could have named this post
How Kaavya Got Screwed By Amey Mohile at The Mewad's
But then, that would have killed the suspense, Wouldnt it have??

Saawan - The Love Season

2006-05-05T03:07:00.000-07:00

Recently I came across a couple of posters of a latest Salman Khan flick..and found them rather intresting. First i saw the one on the Left.
And i thought to myself "..ahhh..just another movie... a cute couple dancing in the rain ...the girl covering her crotch while the guy is trying to catch a glimpse of her clevage...how cute....and in the end they will live happily ever after...just like any other movie.."
But then i saw the one on the right, of our ladla Salman Bhai.
Look at the poster carefully.Top right corner u can see the words "The Man who saw Tomorrow". Then we have a two-headed monster in a red shirt with just one neck and two heads popping out of somewhere that even the Director of Photography doesnt probably know.Siamese Twins??Maybe..But i wont buy that shit!!!Well...then we have SAAWAN.......THE LOVE SEASON.
Please, Can anyone tell me what is the connection between "The Man who saw tommorow" and "The Love Season" ????
And where does the 2-headed monster come into the picture???
Then the poster goes on to conclude..
"Produced and Directed By Saawan Kumar"

Saawan WHO ????
Look carefully and you will see that the poster alignment is all gone wrong, compare the bottom left and bottom right corners.You will see the difference.I dont know how fucked up they can make Posters.
Anyways, our Salman Bhai has been to Jail recently, and he would be knwing the future.I mean if he would have had a meeting with the ganglords or druglords, then he would be atleast having an idea like who is going to die when and etc etc.
Well i dont know who makes movies like this.
I wish Saawan Kumar could see the Future of His Movie.

A Dozen Months,Half a Dozen Days

2006-05-04T01:53:00.000-07:00

Read it Mike Tyler Style :

"..........Chance for a break now with Francis...Francis picks up the ball ...lots of space to run into on the left hand side....Still Francis....ohhh..goes past a couple of Dalits..ohhhhh....such brilliance , such skill in one so young...Definate Chance .....Francis takes a shot..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....is it in??...ohhhhh no...this is unbelievable......when all seemed lost for Dalit FC,match saving tackle there by Luz Moshon ..no wonder ...Luz wearing the captains armband..was brought by FC Dalit for Rotten Dal and 2 Bowls of Rice 3 months old...It was as immaculate strike, took a deflection of Cons Tiapation Lendki..and cleared of the line by a match saving tackle by the hero of the day..Luz Moshon........"
The shot was on target, and it was going in, but it came across a pool of loose motion shit.
Firstly it had enuf pace and slurred throgh,,splashing the shit as it went..but the defender was too strong finally the ball ended up floating in front of the goal.Really, a Great Tackle !!
And i can go on and on and on.
But you guessed it.

The Venue : Shivaji Park Ground,Dadar,Mumbai
The Date : 6th December

About a hundred million years ago, probably in the jurrasic age, a great man was creamted at shivaji park amongst attendance by tyranassorus and all the other dinasorus family.
A Hunderd million years later, his followers still gather at the same place, probably to search fossils or probablly to shit...nobody knows.
However,his followers do gather there every year on the 6th of dec,and there are about a million of them in an area of about twice Eden Gardens at max.
This event which happens every year is not managed by any event management firm, but still it is the best managed event , better than most of corporate events.
Everybody knows where to shit.
There are no customer care executives, no Stewards, but there are people selling Photographs of their Great leader, and they give great offers too.You buy 2 cassetes and a photo and get a pack of Lomotil. You buy 1 cassete and a photo and you get Deha Shuddhi tonic.
This place is absoultely buzzing on the 6th of december especially.
As i said, there is no event management company managing this programme, but everybody is a volunteer and preparations for this event start about 3 weeks before.
People start eating all sorts of garbage and stop going to the toilet so that they can accumulate as much shit as they can before the event begins.2 weeks and 6 days later, ..all Railway stations are heard announcing "Platform number 2 par sab constipation waley aa jaye".Jald hi Gadi Ayegi"
"Platform number 3 par julab sena aa jaye.Gadi Ruki Hai".
And finally all the people are gathered for the D'Day.
The day begins by openeing packets of lomotil and deha shuddhi tonic that they had got by buying cassetes and photos of their great leader.
Once the packets are empty and the tonic bottles are empty, the race begins.
There are no rules for the race.Run anwhere,no track.
There are difernt races, 100m shit, 200m hurdels and shit, shit while pole vaultinng, shit while sitting and shit while standing, gymnastic shitting..etc etc.And all members particiapte in almost all the races. They run,shit,get tired, buy cassetes and photos, have lomotil and shit again.This goes on till the end of the day.The largest shitter is the winner. And the prize for winning this mega event is SHIT.
And the whole of shivaji park is full of shit for the next week and for the remaining month it smells like shit.......no wonder!!.
Now do u know y we keep December as an OFF SEASON in our football calendar????

Actually i am not such an Anti-Dalit.Infact i am PRO when it comes to issues like extermination and annhilation.
I was going to write this article not now, but some time later.
But then this thing happened that prompted me to write this thing right away.
We were playing football 2 days ago and there was some Sabha of u-know-who people.
From the corener came a long ball and just as i went up to head it clear, i banged against a woman...a weak frail figure...She must be something around 85(looked more like 185).She lost concsiousness for a few mins.But then she got up.Abused in all languages that she knew.Raised her saree and shitted just in front of the our Penalty Box..well we shifted our pitch and played somewhere else (luckily the ground is big enuf)
but still, SHIT MAN!!!

PS: This is just pure fun.No malice intended.If anybody finds anything offensive,Please let me know.
PS to PS : This is because i have seen them beat people.

Goodbye Pramod,

2006-05-03T04:28:00.000-07:00

Hey folks..
Normally my blogs are suppsoed to be funny and all abt shit ,hernia and constipation.
So please forgive me for this not-so-funny article
But today was a sad day as Pramod Mahajan breathed his last on 4:10 pm today.
He was a leader i admired and he was the link between the BJP and the corporate world.Infact, he was the face of corporate BJP.
BJP was in good hands when Pramod was leading.
Anyways,this is a sad day for all of us.
May his soul rest in peace.
I also liked him because he never conducted his meetings at Shivaji Park Ground(Thats where we play football and we have our footaball season from Jan to Nov. December is "off-season" for reasons that will be discussed later)..But for now..pray for his family and May his soul Rest in Peace

Area 51,Pune

2006-05-02T03:19:00.000-07:00

Hello again.
Its been some 3 days since i started this blog and i had people telling me that i have not yet uploaded a photo.So..public demand?..Here it comes..
Well.This photo is of Dec 2005 and it has been shot at Pancard Clubs,Pune.
Me and some unknown people had been there for inauguration of Area 51- A discotheque that simply put., RAWKS!!!
Really amazing place..any puneities???Take it from me...visit that place once.
In the photo, i have some intresting people to introduce you.
Starting from left we have:
Nilesh : Likes to settle bills while in nasha. Also likes to show peole roads to callangute beach.
Aniruddha : Always wears two different colored shoes, left and right shoes have diff colors.
Siddhartha : This place is owned by him.And like me , he also likes to do all such non-sensical shit.
Nikhil: Thats me!!!
Mayur : Won indian animation award for designing testicles of a lion ( which looked more like a horse) . Anyways..he must have been high on Old Monk while he did that shit and the lion suddenly had Hernia.But anyways..the Hernia lion was an instant hit and he was awarded .
Nana Patekar : He was with me for inauguration.
Siddhesh: Lovingly called Gidhad by family and friends. Likes to run towards cities when he sees death. gidhad ki jab maut aati hai, to woh sheher ki taraf bhagta hai
Rajhansa(THE ONE IN PINK HAHAHAHHA): Some manager with AIRTEL. Big BHAKTA of Old Monk Baba.
Dynanraj(The one in blazer): Siddhartha's brother.Loves Sonia Gandhi.
Sushant:Likes to eat bullocks.None left in wadala now.
Lat guy: Some alien from Area 51.

Well.

We stayed there for some 3 days it was full fun.I broke a SMIRNOFF khamba unopened.And it was pretty hard to act sad and dejected.But somehow i pulled up an amazing act and got away by breaking a khamba and without hearing too much gali garoch from all these people.It was fun,all puneiteis..be there once..You will enjoy.

The place is called Area 51, Pancard Clubs(Pune,Baner)

The place ROCKS!!!

True Love and Two Wives

2006-05-01T10:59:00.000-07:00

First of all thanks a million for all the people whose support i have got for my blog to reach here.
100 hits within 60 hours..that was amazing.
Special thanks to my old pals Siddhesh Sawant and Siddhartha Moravekar who are my pals since 8 years or more and who have always encouraged me to do all such non-sensical stuff.
And yes siddhartha ..well guessed that shows how well you know me.(read him in shout box)
Yes.. akshata and sumit are made up by me just to kick start the shout box and promt people to voice their opinions.
Thanks guys.
Today was a sad day for India.
There were riots in Vadodara. Lashar-e-Toiba attacked some innocent villagers in Kashmir.
Indian Engineer Suryanarayana was killed .
And i hurt my leg while playing football.
Really a sad day in illustrious history of a great nation that we call INDIA.
Suryanarayana was be-headed by Talibans.
And in the news i discovered that he had two wives.
No wonder..His employing company announced cash muhafza of rupees 20 laksh plus all cost of education of his three kids.
Suddenly..another woman stood up saying she was his wife too and wanted a share of the compensation...well..
MR EMPLOYERS..???I HAVE NEWS FOR U. SURYANARAYANA was gay and i have photos of US doing THINGS together..Where is my 20 lakhs???
Anyways..this is a sad moment for all the family members of Suryanarayana and my heartfelt condolences are with them.May God give them enough strength to fight the hard days and come out better persons.
Anyways...I always wondered if true love was possible with two people?
Different people have different versions of this topic.And the one's with serious-type girlfriends are always on the LEFTtist Conservative Wing.
But maybe there is a possibility of True love with two people.
Why else would Suryanarayana go to Afghan to earn more money so that he culd keep ends meeting for both his wives??
He was earning enough to supprt one wife in India by the way..??
Think upn it guys.
And Post ur comments in the Shout Box,
Thanks once again,
Nikhil

Celebrate Chelsea...Its shortlived

2006-04-29T22:36:00.000-07:00

English Football Club Chelsea created premiership history yesterday when they became only the second team in premiership to retain a premiership title. As you all know i am a big manchester united fan and it is very hard for me to see chelsea win the premier league which united were so used to winning. It is not easy to win a league and perform over a period of 9 months and 38 games.soo..well done chelsea.
However..chelsea fans..celebrate as much as u want to rite now coz i fear that the celebrations will be short lived.This chelsea policy is not going to last forever.
In 2004-05 season chelsea spent something about $175 million on bringing new players into the squad.....$175 million????????That is way too much even for the biggest club in football- The worlds fav game.
Not only that...they had signed not so great players like Essien and Drogba for way too much..
Both were bought for above $20 million. Thats way too much for shit players like them.
And the expenditure doesnt stop here...These players are on extravagant salaries like $100,000 per week...and the result??Chelsea won the premier league for the first time in 50 years..and SUFFERED LOSSES OF $140 MILLION !!!
No club can sustain losses as huge as that for a long time.
Manchester United and Arsenal (another team i hate) on the other hand are big clubs,proven champions and have a brain inside their skulls.
They are spending wisely.Bringing in young talent and we will see the result in a couple of years time.
Anyways..as i was saying..Chelsea fans celebrate now..and maybe even for next 2 years..
But take care the same thing doesnt happen to u ..as it happened to LEEDS ( relegated to a lower division after almost similar things happened to them after they signed players like james milner, mark viduka,allan smith,rio ferdiannd,harry kewell etc etc..they couldnot sustain the losses for long and finally got relegated in 2003-04 after they had to release players)
SO CHELSEA CELEBRATE NOW...YOU DO NOT HAVE MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS.

Buy Panties, Help India

2006-04-29T00:27:00.000-07:00

Well...guys this is my first blog article.
So pls excuse me for everything..
OK..
I had my wellinkgar interview today..for MBA.
First we had a Group discussion and later a Personal Interview and a Psycometric Test
Group Discussion was a fish market..It was kike

"The topic is "Changing Indian MIddle Class" and you may start anytime u are ready!!!"
"hello frnds..i am from middle class"
"and talking abt middle class ..it is changing "
"errrr...changing what??"
"wat the hell is changing?"
"yeah..but as my frnd ritely pointed out...errr...wat did he point out??"
"yes..u r rtie...more money..new clothes...need to change"
"errr..yes...middle class buys clothes and they need to change ..to get into new ones"
"yeah and as my frnd pointed out..that.."
"wat the fuck..YOUR FRND HAS SOMETHING POINTING OUT IN HIS TROUSERS thinking of middle class (girls) changing"
"yes my frnd...who doesnt like to see girls changing clothes"
"it was a healthy discussion and to summarize i wuld liek to add that government needs to focus on Poor People and change them into middle class so that we have more girls changing"
"Thank You Gentlemen...Looking Forward to seeing you in campus"

And i thot..whoa...that was one hell of a GD..but no..i was in for some more..
next was PI..thats personal interveiw for all those wsie ppl who have decdied not to get into management schools..
and it was like..

"Good mornging..nikhil..how was the GD"
"Err..??"
"Well forget it...tell me why do u want to get into retail sector"
"Err..Well..Hmmm...Because middle class is changing and they will buy more clothes because they are addicted to changing..so retail will boom"
"So how does the retail sector affect GDP"
"yes it cetrianly does...more ppl buy..more textiles are needed..more cotton is grown"
"OK...But tell me some Retail Giants"
"Pantaloons....and...well..hmm..err...yeah..Sarvodaya General Stores"
"Sarvodaya WHAT??"
"Nothing..u wont understand..it is an upcoming retail giant"
"OK..as u mentioned pantalloons..tell me something abt it..What is the effect of growth in gdp on retail sector and how has it affected pantalloons and walmart"
"SIR..i have done my BSC-IT from SIES college in Sion which comes under mumbai university. and c++ is a object oriented language"
"OK...and?"
"AND HOW THE FUCK am i supposed to know what pantaloons sell and how it affects countrys GDP???"
"Dear candidate..do u have any idea what pantaloons is??..and what is sells?"
"NO SIR..But from the sound of it...i think they must be selling panties..and if they dont then WHY THE FUCK did they name it pantaloons if they cant sell PANTIES..and if they do sell then HOW THE FUCK the sale of panties affects indias growth???"
"Dear candidate..what do u suggest"
"Sir, I suggest that everybody should buy PANTIES for each other..Black,Blue,Brown,Multi Colored,Silk,Nylon,Terycot,Fashionalble,G String..With only strings or with NO strings..But everybody shuld buy..This is how we responsible INdians should contribute towards our GDP"
"Dear Nikhil, Thanks for sparing your valuable time.We will get back to u..
...NEXT"

Well..this is kind of how my GD and PI was.
ANXIOUSLY AWAITING MY RESULTS ON 15th MAY
DO tell me how u liked my blog.
And watch this space for new ones...if u liked this one..

Coming Soon

2006-04-24T11:42:00.000-07:00

Watch this space for the Blog of Your Lifetime
Coming soon....