Fir mile sur....

the ONLY GOOD thing about 'fir mile sur' is Anoushka Shankar..otherwise this remix sucks....its patheticallly long, does not arouse patriotism in no sense and has bollywood dickshits miming. National heros appear in the end that too with minimal screen space...this is 'balatkaar' and no chamatkaar in true sense

Chat -- EXPLICIT

Rahul:

hmm

karo

aur report do

Abhishek:

haan

sab kiya hia

ab bas yahi bacha hai

ye bhi dkeh hi lete hain

Rahul:

dekho aur maaro

Abhishek:

he he haan

Rahul:

ye maarne ki cheez hai

hamara lun b azeez hai

jaan eho

Abhishek:

he he he

aaj toh poore mood mein hai bhai!!

:D

Rahul:

haan yar

muud to bahut hai

mausam b to mast chal rhahai na

Abhishek:

achha

sardi khatam?

Rahul:

is mausam me lulli zor maarti hai

Abhishek:

ha bha ha

if (mausam = winter)
{
loda = lulli++;
}

Rahul:

heheh

ye kya hai

abe yaar

Abhishek:

iss mausam mien

lulli zor maar k

Rahul:

winter b to ++ kar

Abhishek:

lulli nah rehti

loda ban jaati hai

Rahul:

spring ko approach kar rha hai na

Abhishek:

haan

Rahul:

logical error hai

Abhishek:

basant k mausam mein lund bhi basanti ho jaat hai

hmm

Rahul:

heheh kuch bhi

:D

lol

basnati

hahha

Abhishek:

basanti i meant

Rahul:

if ( limit mausam -> spring)
{
loda = lulli++;
}

define ZOR 1

if (mausam > winter && mausam < mausam ="=" loda =" lulli">

zor varies peron to person

Abhishek:

struct Loda
{
double size;
struct lingProp characteristic;
}
struct lingProp
{
etc...
etc..
}
int main()
{
if (mausam >= winter && mausam <= summer) { loda.size = lulli++; loda.characteristic = basanti; } }

oye hoye

Rahul:

abe hahhaa

lol

:D

Abhishek:

tu bhi

Rahul:

ROFTL

Abhishek:

ha ha

do bakchod

ek saath mile hian

Rahul:

lode ka structure bana diya

lol

Abhishek:

ha ha

aur kya

Rahul:

abe yaar ye to tagda tha bhai

Abhishek:

abe tera code zyaad fadu lag raha hai

Rahul:

abe tera bada generous hai

faad

complicated b hai

Abhishek:

BETE BATA RAHA hoon

creativity toh hum mein hi hai

Rahul:

OOPs impilmentation b hai

bhai sexy man

Abhishek:

:)

tbj u

thnk u

Rahul:

ek kaam kar na ek jhaant tree b bana de

hahhaa

Abhishek:

ha ha aha

Rahul:

:D

Abhishek:

ha h aha

ha ha ah aha

ha ha haha

sahi hia bhai

kaun sa

BST ya

k ary

ttree??

Rahul:

j tree

Abhishek:

ha ah a

Rahul:

haha

Abhishek:

ha aha

ye chat main

daalne wala hoon

Rahul:

kahan???

Abhishek:

blog pe

Sent at 12:37 AM on Friday

Rahul:

aaaaahh maza aa gya

This is the most awesome chat and the awesomest piece of code I have ever written...there are indeed glaring syntactical errors but then in chat those can be spared....I need to sleep now.

Boozed

I lost my boozinity yesterday. RS Whiskey was the culprit. Until yesterday people asked me, forced me, and sometimes begged me to have it, but I didn't taste it. But yesterday was altogether different, I asked for it. Though I did not decide the brand or the variety. I had left the job to pro(s). BTW I had gone to a friend's flat last night for it, the booze I mean.

---Sigh---

The taste did not seem good..the smell was awesome though. It was more like a cough syrup. Pro2 made it for me, the quantity of whiskey was quite low by my 'standard'. I had always idolized heros guzzling beer like anything. So I was dissatisfied initially with the quantity of whiskey. To that small amount almost the glass was filled with Thums up and a bit of water. It was bitter. I had trouble big time finishing the first glass. For the next one no water was added,it was all Thums Up and quantity of whiskey was increased. It hurt less this time. Later, Thums Up tasted bitter when I had it 'neat'. It(Thums Up) also got over by the time I finished my second glass. Pro1 and Pro 2 told me that if you had it 'neat' you come know the actual flow of food down your throat. It was the time to experience and I had it neat. My throat was all burning but I had to bear that to know how booze floats down to my stomach. The whole path which it took was burning or I felt hot all down there, I mean the path from throat to stomach. I drank water to get some relief. Aha, relieved I was. Then I had two glasses with water itself. To be truthful I was not feeling anything, I mean it didn't feel anytime that I'm drinking liquor. I did not loose any of my senses.

Since I didnt feel drunk I had more, this time with water only..and I began to enjoy the taste more. And had 3 glasses more. To test whether I was drunk or not... I was given the task to stand on one leg, spread out my arms and speak " british constitution " 3 times. I had trouble standing on one leg and then this "British constitution" seemed like a tongue twister..though I said it. To the prove point to them that I not drunk I did that 4 more times.

Finally I slept at 3..I believe a final glass at 2:30 am did the trick. I woke up today at 11 am. No hangover..nothing. I guess becoming pro. 'Experience ceratainty' is a fucking phrase..It's always uncertain.

Adios amigos

Rab toh dikhega hi

"Tujhme rab dikhta hai" ... is the track from the movie "Rab ne bana di jodi" (this union is divine ;) ) ...iss film mein ek heroine hoti hai jinko pyaar toh Raj, the dude se hota hai...that gives fun and could give 'fun' very well...lekin rab toh unhe naukari waale chirkut..naam yaad nahi, lekin 'not so goood looking' waale bande mein hi dikhta hai...kyon??? simpil hai... Raj 'fun' to de sakta hai..lekin paise toh apne rab waale bhai sahab hi de sakte hain...jidhar paisa udhar rab...imaan dol hi jaata hai...yakeen na aaye toh dekh lena movie fir se.

BTW I'm not promoting this movie in any way.

saadar pranam

namaskar

Why not be an Asura, the demon

Remember any religious serials...where rakshas appear laughing, yeah?! The same I' talking about.

Saale (sorry saalon) zindagi bhar aish karte hain..mast khate peete hain..jo chahe woh karte hain..kabhi kisi ka haran aur kabhi chir haran..aur end mein kya hota hai... the great bhagwaan, avataar lete hain..in sab rakshaso ko maar kar unko mukti de dete hain..aur se sab bhavsagar se paar ho jate hain.Naam aur kama le jaate hain saale.

Look at the contrasting picture

Saadhu maharaj hote hain..zindagi bhar daan punya..pooja paath sab karte hain, hota kya hai?? zindagi gujar jati hai..darshan toh kya..ghanta milta hai....sabko sab rakshaho k naam yaad hai..kitne sadhu mahatmao k naam pata hai??? ek baar apne aap se poochh k dekhiye kitne sant logo k naam le sakte hain. And please do not count aaj k baba log, please.

toh mera vichaar ye hai ki asur kyon na bana jaye..aish kaato naam kamao..zulm karo..bhagwaan khud tumko thikane lagane aayenge...but kya karein zamana kharab hai..kalyug hai bhai..kaash main 2-3 yug pehle paisa hota!! bhagwaan ko bhi dekh leta.

Crying

I don't know, I was too young to remember anything, but I believe I must have cried when my parents left me in school for the first time when I was 3.

Now when I'm 23 and left my home (and the city) my parents had tears in their eyes. Time certainly changes everything.