love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Jab We Met
No no I am not going to start another love story here. . .
It's purely going to be a 'Movie Review'
CAST : Kareena & of course Shahid kapoor. . .
Aditya (Shahid) is broken. His father, a rich businessman is dead. His company is in huge losses. And his girl friend marries another guy (and i thought all the rich brats had all the girls!).
And our hero runs away from his life, from his problems.
He has no clue where to go and suddenly catches a running train.
There he meets Geet (kareena), the Ms.Chatterbox, who never keeps her mouth shut and who has this dream of running away from her home and getting married.
Geet misses her train because of Aditya and insists him to take her to her home.
But after reaching home they again run away (now plz don't ask me then why did they go home in the first place!) but hey it's not shahid kareena wants to marry, shahid is just her company because he has no other work, she actually runs away for her hubby Anshuman.
And as usual Anshuman rejects her(or else how is shahid going to get kareena in the end!!!)
And the remaining story how they finally marry each other and live happily ever after with their kids.
Kareena is preety sexy in the movie.
Songs are damn good. Some soothing music.
Good movie to watch with your girlfriend.
And if you are single you get to see kareena in the movie and some hot chicks in the interval(yeah believe me few girls are gonna love this flick).
Really got nothing to do??
Go to "JAB WE MET".
Friday, October 26, 2007
A Story
"How is the patient doctor?" Sai asked the doctor. . .
(Sai was a medical student in the hospital. . )
"Oh! He will be fine in few days. you seem to be very curious! Do you know him?"
"Yeah i know him very well. He is from my village."
"Oh! Then you must also know the old lady who keeps asking about him too. "
"An old lady! Where is she?"
"She is in the waiting hall . . . . but wouldn't tell us how is she related to him."
Suddenly like a storm Sai's mind rolled back into his past. . .
Something told him it was her. . .
He rushed to the waiting hall. . .
She was in her fifties but looked a lot older. . .
her face was wrinkled. . .
eyes holding back a great grief. . .
but like her tears had dried out. . .
but still Sai knew well it was her. . .
Tears trickled down Sai's eyes. . .
The doctor asked "What happened? why are you so sad looking at her?"
"Her name is Shantamma. She is the mother of the patient."
Ten years back . . . .
Madhav Shastri was the head priest of his small village. He was also the sarpanch.
Shantamma was his wife.
The whole village respected Shastri and Shantamma was no less than a goddess to the villagers.
Ramu was the son of satyamma. Satyamma had lost her husband long ago.
She maid for the Shatri's home.
Though Ramu was a son of a maid, but Shantamma loved him just as her son.
Ramu stayed mostly with the Shastri's eating and playing the kids. . .
Shantamma even sent him to school with her children.
Everything was fine till one day. . .
Ramu fell sick terribly. .
his body hot, shivering. . .
in the beginning everyone thought it was a mere fever. .
Shantamma the physician was called. .
he gave few potions mad from the herbs. .
"I have given the medicine but it may take a week or two. . . " said the physician.
A whole week passed but Ramu's health didn't improve. .
Ramu's uncle Ramesh suggested another physician to be called. .
Though Shantamma suggested to wait for a week but no one listened as they grew desperate. . .
Another physician from the nearby village was called . . .
He checked Ramu and said with gloomy face. . .
"The boy is suffering from dosh gunam"
Everyone was shocked. . .
They knew well what it meant. . .
"dosh gunam" was a popular belief of the villagers that if any woman sexually harassed a boy or forced him into sex with her then he would fall ill with this sickness. . .
They believed the only way to cure it was to bring the blood from the thighs of the women and put it on the boy's eyes. . .
Now the question was who did it?
Everyone knew Ramu was always with only two women. . .
His mother and . . . .
Shantamma. . .
Ramesh grew angry. . .
He along with few villagers thronged at Shastri's house. . .
Shastri believed in his wife's innocence and ordered them to leave immediately . . .
Four days passed Ramu's health become even worse. . .
Ramesh was desperate. . .
He again thronged towards Shastr's home. . .
This time he pleaded to save the boy's life. . .
Sashtri believed in his wife but then. . . .
He said. . .
"I will give my wife's blood. . .If it doesn't work i shall have your head cut off. . . "
Shantamma couldn't take this insult. . .
But was forced. . .
The blood was bought and put 9in the eyes of the boy. . .
The night was dreadful . . .
No one could sleep. . .
"What if it were true. . .what if Ramu really gets cured. . .no no!!
This is not possible!!!"
All sorts of thoughts crept Shastri's mind. . .
The doom's day arrived. . .
To everyone's astonishment. .
The boy was cured!!!!
Shantamma was thrown out of the village and she was branded as a bitch. . .
Shastri killed himself out of insult. . .
"So was Shantamma really guilty?" asked the doctor. . . who listened the whole story. . .
"No she was not. . ."
"How do you know it?"
"Because I am Ramu. My full name is Sai Ram.
And I know the truth. . . ."
PS : the story was inspired from an old Telugu movie called "GRAHANAM"
(Sai was a medical student in the hospital. . )
"Oh! He will be fine in few days. you seem to be very curious! Do you know him?"
"Yeah i know him very well. He is from my village."
"Oh! Then you must also know the old lady who keeps asking about him too. "
"An old lady! Where is she?"
"She is in the waiting hall . . . . but wouldn't tell us how is she related to him."
Suddenly like a storm Sai's mind rolled back into his past. . .
Something told him it was her. . .
He rushed to the waiting hall. . .
She was in her fifties but looked a lot older. . .
her face was wrinkled. . .
eyes holding back a great grief. . .
but like her tears had dried out. . .
but still Sai knew well it was her. . .
Tears trickled down Sai's eyes. . .
The doctor asked "What happened? why are you so sad looking at her?"
"Her name is Shantamma. She is the mother of the patient."
Ten years back . . . .
Madhav Shastri was the head priest of his small village. He was also the sarpanch.
Shantamma was his wife.
The whole village respected Shastri and Shantamma was no less than a goddess to the villagers.
Ramu was the son of satyamma. Satyamma had lost her husband long ago.
She maid for the Shatri's home.
Though Ramu was a son of a maid, but Shantamma loved him just as her son.
Ramu stayed mostly with the Shastri's eating and playing the kids. . .
Shantamma even sent him to school with her children.
Everything was fine till one day. . .
Ramu fell sick terribly. .
his body hot, shivering. . .
in the beginning everyone thought it was a mere fever. .
Shantamma the physician was called. .
he gave few potions mad from the herbs. .
"I have given the medicine but it may take a week or two. . . " said the physician.
A whole week passed but Ramu's health didn't improve. .
Ramu's uncle Ramesh suggested another physician to be called. .
Though Shantamma suggested to wait for a week but no one listened as they grew desperate. . .
Another physician from the nearby village was called . . .
He checked Ramu and said with gloomy face. . .
"The boy is suffering from dosh gunam"
Everyone was shocked. . .
They knew well what it meant. . .
"dosh gunam" was a popular belief of the villagers that if any woman sexually harassed a boy or forced him into sex with her then he would fall ill with this sickness. . .
They believed the only way to cure it was to bring the blood from the thighs of the women and put it on the boy's eyes. . .
Now the question was who did it?
Everyone knew Ramu was always with only two women. . .
His mother and . . . .
Shantamma. . .
Ramesh grew angry. . .
He along with few villagers thronged at Shastri's house. . .
Shastri believed in his wife's innocence and ordered them to leave immediately . . .
Four days passed Ramu's health become even worse. . .
Ramesh was desperate. . .
He again thronged towards Shastr's home. . .
This time he pleaded to save the boy's life. . .
Sashtri believed in his wife but then. . . .
He said. . .
"I will give my wife's blood. . .If it doesn't work i shall have your head cut off. . . "
Shantamma couldn't take this insult. . .
But was forced. . .
The blood was bought and put 9in the eyes of the boy. . .
The night was dreadful . . .
No one could sleep. . .
"What if it were true. . .what if Ramu really gets cured. . .no no!!
This is not possible!!!"
All sorts of thoughts crept Shastri's mind. . .
The doom's day arrived. . .
To everyone's astonishment. .
The boy was cured!!!!
Shantamma was thrown out of the village and she was branded as a bitch. . .
Shastri killed himself out of insult. . .
"So was Shantamma really guilty?" asked the doctor. . . who listened the whole story. . .
"No she was not. . ."
"How do you know it?"
"Because I am Ramu. My full name is Sai Ram.
And I know the truth. . . ."
PS : the story was inspired from an old Telugu movie called "GRAHANAM"
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Give me a break!!!!!
I am suffering from hypersomnia....
and as usual.... my life is back to hell...
i didn't shave since two weeks..
forgot to take my bath yesterday...
but..luckily I remembered to brush my teeth today..
As I opened my door . .
the girl next door gave me the "who the hell let him out of the zoo" look..
poor girl...i did scare her...
no food in the house...damn it...
i am hungry but too lazy to change my pyjamas and get some food from the outside...
the house is soo untidy..
well this is what happens usually when my mom and dad leave me alone in the home...
no college.... some damn preparation holidays for some fucking semester exams...
but all i do is...rest my fat ass on the couch and watch the damn t.v.
and believe me even the t.v. runs some crap nowadays..
the news channels are busy with who-is-dating-whom stuff...
like i ever cared...
and as usual the ekta kapoor's damned sas-bahu serials are running their zillionth episode!!!
then i turn to my computer...
as usual...
yahoo says i have four new mails...
the first one a chain mail asking me to forward it or....i will face bad luck till the rest of my stupid life...
huh?
like i am having good luck now!!!!!!
the second one a damn add from the shadi.com asking me if i am interested!!
humm....sorry dude!!
I am just 20...can't marry...it's illegal!!!!
the third one from my friend forwarding me some so called hot wallpapers...
common...i am not a school kid to see porn stuff and hot wall papers on the net!!!!
huhhhhhh......
and finally the fourth one is from my communication systems lecturer asking me to submit my assignment or i shall be hanged by the end of the day!!!!
Ohhh god!
And rahul calls me and says.....
"you drunken bastard...
what the hell are you doing?
It's Wednesday you idiot!!!
You got the lab exam this afternoon...."
huh!!!!
what the hell......
I thought it was Tuesday....
Oh god....
Give me a break......
and as usual.... my life is back to hell...
i didn't shave since two weeks..
forgot to take my bath yesterday...
but..luckily I remembered to brush my teeth today..
As I opened my door . .
the girl next door gave me the "who the hell let him out of the zoo" look..
poor girl...i did scare her...
no food in the house...damn it...
i am hungry but too lazy to change my pyjamas and get some food from the outside...
the house is soo untidy..
well this is what happens usually when my mom and dad leave me alone in the home...
no college.... some damn preparation holidays for some fucking semester exams...
but all i do is...rest my fat ass on the couch and watch the damn t.v.
and believe me even the t.v. runs some crap nowadays..
the news channels are busy with who-is-dating-whom stuff...
like i ever cared...
and as usual the ekta kapoor's damned sas-bahu serials are running their zillionth episode!!!
then i turn to my computer...
as usual...
yahoo says i have four new mails...
the first one a chain mail asking me to forward it or....i will face bad luck till the rest of my stupid life...
huh?
like i am having good luck now!!!!!!
the second one a damn add from the shadi.com asking me if i am interested!!
humm....sorry dude!!
I am just 20...can't marry...it's illegal!!!!
the third one from my friend forwarding me some so called hot wallpapers...
common...i am not a school kid to see porn stuff and hot wall papers on the net!!!!
huhhhhhh......
and finally the fourth one is from my communication systems lecturer asking me to submit my assignment or i shall be hanged by the end of the day!!!!
Ohhh god!
And rahul calls me and says.....
"you drunken bastard...
what the hell are you doing?
It's Wednesday you idiot!!!
You got the lab exam this afternoon...."
huh!!!!
what the hell......
I thought it was Tuesday....
Oh god....
Give me a break......
Monday, October 22, 2007
My greatest weakness
Damn!!
Can't I change??
I am fed up with my "fickle mindedness"!
I can't decide what to eat!
I can't decide what to wear!
What to say, what to do. . . . .
What do I want exactly! I don't know!!!
Yeah this is been there all my life. . .
Every time I take up a decision I always think. . ."Did I do the right thing? No I shouldn't have done it!"
Man! Believe me this sucks!
Why life is full of regrets always. . . .
I dream of becoming a manager one day. . .
Do my MBA. . .
But . . . now the damn question is am I capable?
Or do I have pretend and hide my weakness just as did it in my job interviews!!
whatever. . .
Can't I change??
I am fed up with my "fickle mindedness"!
I can't decide what to eat!
I can't decide what to wear!
What to say, what to do. . . . .
What do I want exactly! I don't know!!!
Yeah this is been there all my life. . .
Every time I take up a decision I always think. . ."Did I do the right thing? No I shouldn't have done it!"
Man! Believe me this sucks!
Why life is full of regrets always. . . .
I dream of becoming a manager one day. . .
Do my MBA. . .
But . . . now the damn question is am I capable?
Or do I have pretend and hide my weakness just as did it in my job interviews!!
whatever. . .
Random Thoughts!!!
The other day some one told me . . .
"The past is past. What you have is only your present and the future."
But. . .
Is it really the past that dies out. . .
No.
It's actually the present that readily dies and becomes a part of the past . . .
We live in the present. But what determines our present and our future?
The answer is simple. . .the past!
It is our deeds and actions in the past that determines the outcome in the present and the time to come. .
Then why do we run away from the past, why do we try to ignore it, why do we still hope of a brighter future when our body is still drenched with the sins of yesterday. . .
Well this is human nature. . .
We commit sins and then we pray for mercy. . .
But the question is. . .why do we suffer even if we are granted mercy. . .
Why do we have the consequences of the things we haven't done. . .
The GITA says a man has to suffer the consequences of the actions he has performed in his past lives in this life. . .
Isn't this insane. . .
We don't even know what we have done. . . we don't even know if we ever existed in some damn past life. . .
And people call it the karma. . .
If there existed someone called "GOD" then why are so many people dying. . .
Why are children hungry. . .
Why is there suffering. . .
All the prayers, are they really heard?
Is death the end?
If no, then whats after it. . .
Well. . .
All I can say is. . .
though we don't have perfect answers to these questions but there exists one damn thing. . .
called the "Belief"
Maybe . . .
everything is just as we thought it to be!
Maybe. . .
The present is momentary and the past eternal. . .
Maybe. . .
Someone really is out there watching our stupid lives . . .
"The past is past. What you have is only your present and the future."
But. . .
Is it really the past that dies out. . .
No.
It's actually the present that readily dies and becomes a part of the past . . .
We live in the present. But what determines our present and our future?
The answer is simple. . .the past!
It is our deeds and actions in the past that determines the outcome in the present and the time to come. .
Then why do we run away from the past, why do we try to ignore it, why do we still hope of a brighter future when our body is still drenched with the sins of yesterday. . .
Well this is human nature. . .
We commit sins and then we pray for mercy. . .
But the question is. . .why do we suffer even if we are granted mercy. . .
Why do we have the consequences of the things we haven't done. . .
The GITA says a man has to suffer the consequences of the actions he has performed in his past lives in this life. . .
Isn't this insane. . .
We don't even know what we have done. . . we don't even know if we ever existed in some damn past life. . .
And people call it the karma. . .
If there existed someone called "GOD" then why are so many people dying. . .
Why are children hungry. . .
Why is there suffering. . .
All the prayers, are they really heard?
Is death the end?
If no, then whats after it. . .
Well. . .
All I can say is. . .
though we don't have perfect answers to these questions but there exists one damn thing. . .
called the "Belief"
Maybe . . .
everything is just as we thought it to be!
Maybe. . .
The present is momentary and the past eternal. . .
Maybe. . .
Someone really is out there watching our stupid lives . . .
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Life or something like that!
I still remember the first day of my college....
I was dressed up as a joker; complete formals, no shoes, no stylish haircuts, "Just look like a loser" thats what my seniors said!
I was feeling a bit nervous, but also excited!
Then all of a sudden a very beautiful girl came unto me and said something.....
Well I can't remember what exactly she said but I was mesmerized by her beauty!
Man! She was soo hot!!
Well you can say it might be the effect of the two years of stay in a boys college but still she was awesome!
Everyday I would look for her! Hope that she would once again come and rag me!
But naah! Luck didn't favor me...
Though I saw her lot of times but still never had the guts to talk to her......
Three years have passed without a notice now!
Time seemed to be running......
And we still cuddling ourselves in our beds.....
Not willing to face the fact that soon everything will be over...
Yes! We are the final years!
Just few days now....
We know when we started our journey we thought it would be a joy ride; but now we knew it's not!
We had our share of ups and downs.......
The fresher's parties..... The first time discos...
The first time boozing sessions! The fags......
The biker boys.... The hangouts....
the girls.....err!....... Sorry not the girls though!!!!!
Yeah I am still unlucky!!
And not to forget the night outs!!
Well how I could just wish we were not measured by our marks....
Because.....we just studied one damn night and still passed (most of the times)......
How suddenly on the day of the exams we all remembered the almighty.....
Begging him for more...
The first time I failed ...It was hard to take.....
I was broke completely; thought everything was over.....
but then how I forgot everything over a peg of vodka!!
Then I became kinda used to it!!
All of a sudden the final year arrived....
Suddenly for the first time in years we all passed all the subjects.....
"No backlogs; All cleared" read my mark sheet!
The placement season arrived....
Suddenly we all thought of giving a meaning to our lives...
Few of us got placed few of us still waiting anxiously for the next company....
Few trying to fly off to the US....
And others going to rule the world as MBA's
The time had come to realize our dreams..... to draw a meaning out of our stupid lives...
Well as I scibble down this post... I know well ....
Maybe it's going to be over soon...
All the bunking, the movies, the hangouts, those parties....
suddenly all seemed to be fading away.....like the sunset...
Suddenly few days from now, I will get up from my bed and think of getting dressed to college...then suddenly I shall realize....
It's over.....
No more lazy days.....
No more late night parties.....
No more stupid gossips...
Well.....I am gonna certainly miss all these days....
Well but.... Let me sign off and enjoy the last few moments...
Just hoping that these days be longer....
As someone rightly said..
"Every good thing has to end! But memories will remain.....memories will remain!!!"
I was dressed up as a joker; complete formals, no shoes, no stylish haircuts, "Just look like a loser" thats what my seniors said!
I was feeling a bit nervous, but also excited!
Then all of a sudden a very beautiful girl came unto me and said something.....
Well I can't remember what exactly she said but I was mesmerized by her beauty!
Man! She was soo hot!!
Well you can say it might be the effect of the two years of stay in a boys college but still she was awesome!
Everyday I would look for her! Hope that she would once again come and rag me!
But naah! Luck didn't favor me...
Though I saw her lot of times but still never had the guts to talk to her......
Three years have passed without a notice now!
Time seemed to be running......
And we still cuddling ourselves in our beds.....
Not willing to face the fact that soon everything will be over...
Yes! We are the final years!
Just few days now....
We know when we started our journey we thought it would be a joy ride; but now we knew it's not!
We had our share of ups and downs.......
The fresher's parties..... The first time discos...
The first time boozing sessions! The fags......
The biker boys.... The hangouts....
the girls.....err!....... Sorry not the girls though!!!!!
Yeah I am still unlucky!!
And not to forget the night outs!!
Well how I could just wish we were not measured by our marks....
Because.....we just studied one damn night and still passed (most of the times)......
How suddenly on the day of the exams we all remembered the almighty.....
Begging him for more...
The first time I failed ...It was hard to take.....
I was broke completely; thought everything was over.....
but then how I forgot everything over a peg of vodka!!
Then I became kinda used to it!!
All of a sudden the final year arrived....
Suddenly for the first time in years we all passed all the subjects.....
"No backlogs; All cleared" read my mark sheet!
The placement season arrived....
Suddenly we all thought of giving a meaning to our lives...
Few of us got placed few of us still waiting anxiously for the next company....
Few trying to fly off to the US....
And others going to rule the world as MBA's
The time had come to realize our dreams..... to draw a meaning out of our stupid lives...
Well as I scibble down this post... I know well ....
Maybe it's going to be over soon...
All the bunking, the movies, the hangouts, those parties....
suddenly all seemed to be fading away.....like the sunset...
Suddenly few days from now, I will get up from my bed and think of getting dressed to college...then suddenly I shall realize....
It's over.....
No more lazy days.....
No more late night parties.....
No more stupid gossips...
Well.....I am gonna certainly miss all these days....
Well but.... Let me sign off and enjoy the last few moments...
Just hoping that these days be longer....
As someone rightly said..
"Every good thing has to end! But memories will remain.....memories will remain!!!"
Monday, October 8, 2007
Confessions of an internet addict!!
I just discovered that the sweet little girl I have been chatting on the net for hours together exists right in my neighborhood!!!
The other day. . .
we had a formal get together in the apartments on the occasion of ganesh chaturthi . . . and I was out in my dark room. . .
doing all the normal stuff - orkut, yahoo, blogger. . .
Well even now my mom is screaming as i scribble down this post!
Its not that she has any problems with me hanging around in this virtual world but. . .
it's just she feels a little insecure that her son is drifting away. . . from her. . .from himself!
Yeah even I am one of the guys who has caught up with this addiction!
Hours together on the net. . . like one has dedicated one's self wholly to this demon called "internet".
We long for these so called "online friends" but seldom think about our real friends!
Even people who know each other for real talk on the internet as if they were long last friends or have known each other for years now!
But when it comes to one on one . . . in the real life. . . .seldom even eyes are met and rarely smiles exchanged!
But why?
The possible answer is maybe we are not what we pose in the virtual world to be! And to hide this very fact we don't respond ourselves to our social instincts!
And there are still many more reasons too. . . .
My female counterparts have a very interesting answer!
One girl once told me she couldn't talk to me before others because she felt I was not like her in the real life!
She was this homely, studious, daddy's girl and I was a punk, getting wasted all the time!!
Wooooh!
But in the virtual world well. . . .
I can alter my image. . .
Play any role. . .
Be anyone I want. . .
Now the bottom line is . . . by doing all this. . .am I losing my original self?
Am I trying to pretend something. . . .
Have I lost my originality?
Is my virtual self overtaking the "real me"?
Well questions do ponder sometimes but are readily dismissed by the instinctive response of the "other part of me" telling my entity . . . .
"what the fuck! Just chill and enjoy your damn life. Don't stress your little brain!"
The other day. . .
we had a formal get together in the apartments on the occasion of ganesh chaturthi . . . and I was out in my dark room. . .
doing all the normal stuff - orkut, yahoo, blogger. . .
Well even now my mom is screaming as i scribble down this post!
Its not that she has any problems with me hanging around in this virtual world but. . .
it's just she feels a little insecure that her son is drifting away. . . from her. . .from himself!
Yeah even I am one of the guys who has caught up with this addiction!
Hours together on the net. . . like one has dedicated one's self wholly to this demon called "internet".
We long for these so called "online friends" but seldom think about our real friends!
Even people who know each other for real talk on the internet as if they were long last friends or have known each other for years now!
But when it comes to one on one . . . in the real life. . . .seldom even eyes are met and rarely smiles exchanged!
But why?
The possible answer is maybe we are not what we pose in the virtual world to be! And to hide this very fact we don't respond ourselves to our social instincts!
And there are still many more reasons too. . . .
My female counterparts have a very interesting answer!
One girl once told me she couldn't talk to me before others because she felt I was not like her in the real life!
She was this homely, studious, daddy's girl and I was a punk, getting wasted all the time!!
Wooooh!
But in the virtual world well. . . .
I can alter my image. . .
Play any role. . .
Be anyone I want. . .
Now the bottom line is . . . by doing all this. . .am I losing my original self?
Am I trying to pretend something. . . .
Have I lost my originality?
Is my virtual self overtaking the "real me"?
Well questions do ponder sometimes but are readily dismissed by the instinctive response of the "other part of me" telling my entity . . . .
"what the fuck! Just chill and enjoy your damn life. Don't stress your little brain!"
Thursday, October 4, 2007
SIDE EFFECTS!!
Believe me the worst thing that can ever happen to you in a relationship is THE BREAK UP!
Well I don't really know how women take it but. . . .
For men like me. . . .it's the worst. . .
I mean you really don't have a break up actually. . . .its not like. . "Forgetting and moving on".
No! It never is. . . .
I never forgot Pooja. . . never can I?
And Life is very cruel. . . it plays these stupid games on you. . .
Those beautiful eyes. . . . her graceful smile. . . .every single thing about . . came back to me. . .
She had become an addiction. . . . .
all those memories. . . all those beautiful days we spent together . . all those dreams we saw together. . . .
Naah! Can't just be broken. . ..
Hearts are not made of glass to be broken neither are just flesh and blood but much more. . . .
They say time heals all the wounds . . . .not these . . . not these I say!!!
Imagine how it would have been if even our lives would have buttons like REWIND and ERASE.
I want to go back. . . relive my past. . .
I miss you Pooja!!
Miss you. . . . .
Well I don't really know how women take it but. . . .
For men like me. . . .it's the worst. . .
I mean you really don't have a break up actually. . . .its not like. . "Forgetting and moving on".
No! It never is. . . .
I never forgot Pooja. . . never can I?
And Life is very cruel. . . it plays these stupid games on you. . .
Those beautiful eyes. . . . her graceful smile. . . .every single thing about . . came back to me. . .
She had become an addiction. . . . .
all those memories. . . all those beautiful days we spent together . . all those dreams we saw together. . . .
Naah! Can't just be broken. . ..
Hearts are not made of glass to be broken neither are just flesh and blood but much more. . . .
They say time heals all the wounds . . . .not these . . . not these I say!!!
Imagine how it would have been if even our lives would have buttons like REWIND and ERASE.
I want to go back. . . relive my past. . .
I miss you Pooja!!
Miss you. . . . .
Damn!!! I hate this. . . .
Four girls call me and ask me an explanation about my blog!!!! (my last post). . . .
Another almost kills me!
And the worse. . . . .
a girl stops completely talking with me. . . bcoz she feels i am flirting with her . . . .
What has happened to all of them. . . why don't they understand. . . . .
GOD!
why are these girls so skeptic. . . .
ok I am an as**ole to blow up my ass in the internet!!!!
Well all I can just say is all the GIRLS who hate me. . . .
its completely ur choice . . . But believe me . . . I AM NOT CRASHING ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!
This is all I what i got to say. . . . . .
I was having a good time. . . .but no!!
Mr.FATE won't rest until he see me all screwed up. . again hating life. . . again hating myself. . .
Damn! Why do all the wrong things happen to me always!!!!!
Another almost kills me!
And the worse. . . . .
a girl stops completely talking with me. . . bcoz she feels i am flirting with her . . . .
What has happened to all of them. . . why don't they understand. . . . .
GOD!
why are these girls so skeptic. . . .
ok I am an as**ole to blow up my ass in the internet!!!!
Well all I can just say is all the GIRLS who hate me. . . .
its completely ur choice . . . But believe me . . . I AM NOT CRASHING ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!
This is all I what i got to say. . . . . .
I was having a good time. . . .but no!!
Mr.FATE won't rest until he see me all screwed up. . again hating life. . . again hating myself. . .
Damn! Why do all the wrong things happen to me always!!!!!
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