Adversity on sale........ No more :

Excessively sobbing Dilip Kumar and the "one and all" rotulu (weepy : for my international fan following) characters of the antiquated K-serials doesnt strike the flimsy chord of its audience any more. Not that i have spent my puja vacs hopping door to door and taking
a survey of people's favotite TV show, but when change becomes evident theres no need of
evidence....

God knows that evry article of this blog has been written under the mood brought into
existence by uncanny adventures (read heart broken financially dwindling frustations)
and truly emotional useless-for-others lovesick mishaps. A new post in the blog means
the most depressing, demoralizing and ready-to-kill-the-next-seen-person phase of my life, since the last post. Butt the irony is that the one of the most grotesque comments on my blog are usually metaphrases of "veryy funny article.... :) :) ......keep it up" ;

I read the post again and then once more to get that funny part of it.... and i laugh my lungs out only when i have reached the comments block again. I mean i know, that this blog is not even as renowned as mimoh chakarborty would be in the Beverly Hills and neither would it be any close to the fame of Harman Baweja by 2050 and thats why, my discussion on highly sensitive issues like comments* shd not to be taken as an attempt to increase the TRP of this web-space.
*talking on comments inside blogs are as sensitive as talking of sex to your girl on the 1st date OR talking of sensex to a broker who has already got 2 cardiac arrests.

I mean I dont get, how people always manage to see the most conspicuous of thing but not the straightforward crux. They would see the clear white shell of an egg but not the yolk inside it, the cleavage of a sexy girl inside the dark theatre but not the totally torned wallet of her boyfriend outside it, the pleasure in a prostitutes groan but not her pain, the....... aaahh lev it my comparisons will never improve, bt i guess i hv conveyed my feelings to a much (in)decent extent this time.

So the moral of the story is : Adversity is smthing you cant sell with an offer of "buy one get one free" or with a punch line of "....thoda aur wish karo "

Anyways, Speaking on my puja vacs : I dint go out for dandia or say disco dandia or specifically for me say eye-dandia (sry, tried to translate "nain mataka" in eng) this time, i dint talked for hours on phone with anyone *smirks* , i dint went for pandal hoppings in car wid cousins and her friends ("her friends", da part stressed hre.. *winks*) But still i enjoyed almost the whole of my time. I did many things that i usually dont do durin my holidays. I had the 1st ever tequila of my life (finally !) and the 2nd and 3rd one too. *sighs*
Our school group had a small reunion or say rock-on at a friend's place, that ws hell amazing, and i had loads of fun. Some of us were meeting after 5 long years of transition and its aftermath. I also got my 300 rupees back frm a friend that he had taken to buy gift for me on my b'day in 10th standard, aaahh cmon 300 is not a small amount even for Bill Gates in such a time of economic recession and market slumps around the world, huh !! And then there was a college reunion at my place, that was awesome fun too except that sahil was reacting too impatient for the 700 rupees , he spent on my train tickets* .
*cmon dude ur not going to die tomorrow we are here for fun and you are always busy with your account book, darn it !!

ok so now im getting bored so should be you, so u have your paracetamol, disprin, watever while we meet again. This time its gonna be sooner i promise.. :)
love ya all.... keep missing me like always, keep fighting for to be the 1st one to write a comment on my post, keep mailing me hugs and smooches and ya keep laughing (if anyone has managed reading it till this point....)
anyways, ciao :)

Yours truly-madly-deeply,
*grins with small chinesse eye*

(even) Rubbish is not the word....

so when something bad has to happen it will happen anyways.. anyhow.. anytime........ any room. I m a little shattered today.
abhi 2.0 : awhh abhi tell us something we dont know, u always write when u are shattered.. rem losing my virginity, a sneak peek, Reso--revisited and topping the chart is JTYJN....)

I had a bunch of nonsense to make headway in my blog since the last post. Some really good craps i was thrilled to dump here. I m going home tomorrow and was supposed to leave some funny posts in my blog to keep it tickle, that's because fortunately (read sadly, inconsolably) no other human knows about the existence of this blog, but what has happened just almost an hr before has led myself fall into an abyss of self-retrospection.

Let me first give you the basic idea of what you will be reading in this post. After reading this post ur doubt that this blog sucks, will convert into surety by all means. when u reach the end of the of the post you will realize that how you could have used this time for much better things like pissing for long hours ( ok i dnt exactly mean "hours" ) in your air conditioned bathroom (i heard my readers are quite elite, they dnt leave comments, avoiding paparazzi n all) , reading champak (the 2nd-3rd class fellows who really louvee my blog and find it "intellectual", gosh! where do they even learn these words from), watching tarzan "again" (for my friends from kalahari). Last and of course the least, this post is going to fetch me comments ( which are like a pie in the sky) as uncanny as "dude you are really so honest" (when they actually mean "man you are such a big windbag"). So being a human myself i have warned you more than lots against reading ahead. But i know reaching this far (and cursing the friend who recommended you to read this blog) u will read the post anyhow, so lets dont waste time pondering uselessly.

Title: Personal means Personal is Personal...... Let it be personal :

prologue : A week before from now one of my close friend in hostel had a solid booze party in his room. Last i heard was he got a little emotional (started crying and sobbing with his face sandwhiched between 2 large pillows) after having a full small bottle of RS (dont know RS ??) . Well even i was touched. Then at 3 in the morning he suddenly woke up and started writing something in his personal diary (which unto that night was his rough copy, i guess) , close to the speed of light.

First chapter : I went to his room for a movie and saw that no one was there. My abhi version 13 always happens to predominate me at such times. I wanted to see what a guy can write at 3 in the midnight when he is drunk enough to distinguish between a pen and pumpkin. I searched and luckily (not so..) found the keys of his wardrobe left carelessly inside one of the pillow's cover. I opened the wardrobe then the diary and then the page dated that night. Third in the list of lashing some of his friends brutally, callously and mercilessly was the name which made me jumped off my feet. It reads exactly like.....

abhishek binani "some people have this habit of talking rubbish". (dude atleast use abhi binani, dnt you know i hate aabhieesshekh..)

Last chapter : rubbish ?? read it again....... and again.... and once more. Check the dictionary, confirm the meaning. The line kept knocking and reverberating 1000 times in my mind. Though the handwriting was more greek than latin, sorry english but come on, i could have understand even mandarin once i know that its MY name written in some ones personal diary. Well when half of the world bellows gibberish outmatching the other half, so i wont brag to be any exception but the thing is dont know why i was and i am still laughing. I have neva been able to give a word to this feeling and still trying....

epilogue : I am writing this post.... I am feeling so dejected and dismal. I feel like go and hug my mom and grumble everything to her a little exaggeratedly.

moral of the story : when your friend is warning you not to read his/her personal diary.......... dude just listen to them, they are your "well wisher" after all....

well i would like to keep the post short giving you yet another chance to escape from this escapadious (this word doesnt exists, so dont try to mug it up) blog. I am sure you will leave loads of beautiful and encouraging comments as always.... love you all .... :)
*i am such a good bargain hunter* *grins* *winks*