It just came out...without an effort...so I believe its honest..as honest as it gets...
For the randomness that I seek...I find and yet not...so to the randomness that I seek and to the randomness that I find....Here is to you.
I see a day...
some years away
when my hair have turned Grey
My share of sea that I can see
outside my window and the sky
A doorbell rings and I loose the thought
I walk back and open the door
to see you all drenched in the London rain
I let you in and give you a towel
The water dries..and fresh clothes arrive
you drape yourself in and then just stay
I see a day
some years away
when my hair have turned Grey
What say?
In the year 1974, on a cold night, when the clock had struck 12 almost 25 minutes back, two things happened for which the GOD (for the mortals) still repents. One the date 17th December started and second, yours truly came to bestow the earth. This blog is a junkyard of some of the profound statements which I delivered, copied, borrowed, tweaked and got inspired from. Some of them are out rightly insulting and may come across as personal attacks. Kindly understand, that is my intent.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Rare classics
In the journey of life, there come certain milestones.
Those never come back...those never come back
Means,
Zindagi ke safar mein ghuzar jaate hain to makaam
wo fir nahin aate...wo fir nahin aate...
A few more of my ramblings...a few more to your insults
Abey khargos, bageeche mein ghoom riya hai kya...borrowed from the Tempo (public transport of Indore) wallahs. Means...oye rabbit...u think its a park or what?
Abey hamare jaise ban to jaogey lekin hamare jaisa calibre kahan se laogey?
Aisa hai beta...jahan bhi jaoegy...hamein hi paogey...ghoom fir ke wahin aaogey.
Maut, Yamraj aur Viplove...hamesha galat time par baat sun lete hain..
Those never come back...those never come back
Means,
Zindagi ke safar mein ghuzar jaate hain to makaam
wo fir nahin aate...wo fir nahin aate...
A few more of my ramblings...a few more to your insults
Abey khargos, bageeche mein ghoom riya hai kya...borrowed from the Tempo (public transport of Indore) wallahs. Means...oye rabbit...u think its a park or what?
Abey hamare jaise ban to jaogey lekin hamare jaisa calibre kahan se laogey?
Aisa hai beta...jahan bhi jaoegy...hamein hi paogey...ghoom fir ke wahin aaogey.
Maut, Yamraj aur Viplove...hamesha galat time par baat sun lete hain..
Work Quotes
Right from a Trainee Junior Copywriter of an advertising agency in Indore to Director - Programming of a 45 station strong radio corporation. 14 Years and I have thrown up more memorable quotes than Salim-Javed in the years of their association.
Quayde mein rahoge to faayde mein rahoge.
Haathi paalo, kutte paalo, billi paalo..yahan tak ki apne aap ko bhi paal lo magar mughalta kabhi mat paalo.
Mast raho masti mein, aag lagey basti mein.
Kapdon se bahar aaogey to nange kehlaogey.
Ho gaya? Ab main bolun?
Jitna kaha jaye utna suno, jitna nahin kaha jaaye utna samjho.
Chalti bus ki sawari mat karo...tapak jaogey
Itna maroonga na ki khurach khurach ke nikalna padega.
These are timeless classics. Some of the gems I use more often, some have now travelled across the sea and poor peasants an earthings are also using them.
Quayde mein rahoge to faayde mein rahoge.
Haathi paalo, kutte paalo, billi paalo..yahan tak ki apne aap ko bhi paal lo magar mughalta kabhi mat paalo.
Mast raho masti mein, aag lagey basti mein.
Kapdon se bahar aaogey to nange kehlaogey.
Ho gaya? Ab main bolun?
Jitna kaha jaye utna suno, jitna nahin kaha jaaye utna samjho.
Chalti bus ki sawari mat karo...tapak jaogey
Itna maroonga na ki khurach khurach ke nikalna padega.
These are timeless classics. Some of the gems I use more often, some have now travelled across the sea and poor peasants an earthings are also using them.
Labels:
Copywriter,
Director,
Junior,
Programming,
Radio,
Salim- Javed,
Trainee
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Strange attractions
Dont draw me in...I have been unable to think in a line...my thoughts are like the walk of a fully drunk man...and you watch it from the periphery...
Wrote for a girl who has been drawing me in...for last couple of weeks...deliberately staying away from me now...
Wrote for a girl who has been drawing me in...for last couple of weeks...deliberately staying away from me now...
Holi
Zindagi Roz Ek Naya Rang Dikhati Hai. Main Roz Holi Khel Kar Wapas Aata Hoon.
A friend Apoorva asked me about my well being...and I just wrote this. Fell in love with myself. Once again.
A friend Apoorva asked me about my well being...and I just wrote this. Fell in love with myself. Once again.
What The Fuck Is This Blog?
One simple motive. I want to shower the world with some of the most genuine and not so genuine insults. To act as a pain-reliever, I will also add some of my mind's random ramblings, which basically are the dialogues from my unfinished Bollywood dreams. If only idiots were away from film making, I would have made the next...whatever. I don't want to be the next whatever....I am rather happy with whatever I am.
Please feel insulted if you think it is for you or I mention your name in it. The idea and the intent is to give it back to people who were generous enough to loan me some of the most memorable insults of my time.
On popular demand, I am willing to unveil the pictures too...
Please feel insulted if you think it is for you or I mention your name in it. The idea and the intent is to give it back to people who were generous enough to loan me some of the most memorable insults of my time.
On popular demand, I am willing to unveil the pictures too...
Labels:
Bollywood dreams,
Insults,
Viplove
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