Dawn Ride to Khashid Beach

It was a day before the Ride when I and one of my very close friend decided to bunk office and go for the much awaited fresh and stress free journey down to Khashid beach, 100 km ride from my place.

So, it was 6.00 am in the morning with Sun about to rise, it was chilly. I got myself ready with my new Nike shoes, Adidas jacket, a Vega helmet with gloves and knee pad. I started my bike with the Kick and here it goes Vroommmmmm the pulsar 180 cc with a little bit of modified. I and my close friend decided to meet at a point where in nobody from my office could see us.

I picked her from the spot where nobody roams around, to my surprise shocked to see her dress as if we are to going for the biggest ride to Goa (still waiting to go on my bike), she was wearing shorts and a low neck T shirt with black glares which actually suits to any lady and a nice small bag on her shoulder with a Hawaiian beach Chapal.

We took the Mumbai – Pune Highway route for Khashid beach with the cool breeze getting inside my helmet and making me more excited to drive faster as traffic was less. Wow, I suddenly saw clouds covering all over us, it started drizzling, she shouted don’t stop keep on riding am enjoying the climate (as if I would have stopped: P)

There’s a big turn to the right and we need to take a right turn for the Alibaug, Khashid route, she shouted from the back, it was loud but my Vega helmet saved me from the noise. I told her chill I know the route you just enjoy the climate: P. The roads were narrow, a little bit of bumpy rides, all surrounded by trees and it’s still raining. It was raining heavily but we didn’t stopped and continued our ride, we reached 20 km distance to Pen, we saw small children’s playing football with the volley ball in the small ground. We stopped and thought of having a nice cutting chai with some light breakfast. The volley ball came to me and I kicked it and gave it back to them lolz am a bad player the ball went and hit my bike tyre and I came to know my bike is all surrounded by the Mud.

10 mins and we are done with all our breakfast, it was still raining and we were very much drenched in the rain. We continued our ride to the Khashid Beach. Suddenly I heard some romantic song right behind from me, oh she is singing, tip tip barsa paani !! Yiueuuuuuuuuuuuuu no way Stop!! What u singing???? Oh! Daam ouch Ouch Ouch, speed breakers with no such signs on it. There you go we have to cross a muddy bridge, wow the climate is just getting colder and colder and all I can see is the Fog covering the Sea.

70 Km and I started shivering; I was shivering so was my partner and so was the bike: P, We crossed Alibaug and to our surprise the rain started slowing down. I can see the Sun coming out from the clouds.

Whoa the traffic increased and so was the heat, its 10 km more to Khashid, when we entered Revaganda I saw roads taking turns on the mountains, resorts on the mountain , a clean beach and the greenery surrounding the road.

An unforgettable journey!!!

Love - Sometime sounds funny!!

Love

When I got home that night, Reshma came and hugged me and said “Hey, I missed you the whole day”, She didn’t know what was waiting for her that day. I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down, looked in my eyes just waiting for me to tell those words which will ruin her life like anything.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I don’t want to continue our relation. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away all those gifts and letter which I gave and wrote to her and started shouting at me, you are not a man! I left her home and that night we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our relation. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to another girl whom I started loving like anything. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt I asked her “Hey, you ok?”

She looked at me and then broke down into tears. The woman who had spent three years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Lolita so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me a girl crying right in front of me has become a common thing and can let go all her tears for no use. The idea of not continuing with the relation which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, she called me up late night and asked me to meet her. I preferred meeting her @ the same spot where we used to hang out earlier. Suddenly my other girl called up I preferred talking to her privately and left her all alone on that bench. All I can see was she weeping her tears and writing something on that bench with anger.

I came back to her and with guilt I asked her, hey sorry, tell me what happened?

Our conversation goes this way:

She: I don’t want anything from you but I need a chance to improve upon our relation

I: Listen sweets; try to be understandable, it won’t be possible for me to come back. I already love someone.

She: started crying, all those past memories started wandering in both of our mind and I just left her all alone against the bench thinking I can be back to normal only if I meet my Lolita.

To be continued…..

Ok, when I left her I had something more on my mind going which actually shouldn’t be going on, the first meet and the way I carried her into a normal Lounge bar when she hurt her left foot and the way I proposed her. All those special moments J

Two to three days gone by and she only calls up me and all I can hear is she crying on phone. The fourth day, she called up again and this time I was happy that she spoke to me and then she requested that every day for at least a month’s duration I should meet her and walk for ½ km holding her hand and smiling at each other.

I thought she was going crazy and needs medical attention. Ok, just to make our last together bearable I accepted her weird request.

I told my Lolita about my “Reshma’s” conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to live the fact that you guys are not in relation, she said mockingly.

1^st day

Reshma and I hadn't had any body contact since our broke up intention was explicitly expressed. So when I took her hand and started walking on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. One uncle who was behind told his wife “look they look so sweet”. His words brought me a sense of pain.

From the garden to the main road and then to the railway station, I walked over ten meters with her holding her hand. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell anybody about our break up. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I took away my hand from her hand. She went to wait for the train to work. I left all alone to the office.

2^nd day

Both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest while holding my hand. I couldn’t smell the fragrance of her T shirt. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she had stopped styling herself. There were no nail polish, no perfumes and no such Imitation jewellery to show off. Our relation had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

4^th Day

When I took her hand on my hand to hold up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given three years of her life to me.

5^th & 6^th Day

I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell my Lolita about this. It became easier to for me to walk with her without any hard feelings slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger to walk so much J J

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. She called up one friend to ask what to wear and all. I suddenly realized that she had started maintaining her figure that was the reason why I could see the sudden change in her.

Suddenly it hit me... she wanted to build pain and bitterness in my heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

That uncle came close to see us walking coz they just loved the chemistry between us. She went closer to that uncle and hugged her tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her hand again walking from the garden to the main road and then to the railway station. Her hand started touching my neck softly and naturally. I held her hand tightly; it was just like our first day when we got into relation.

But her much maintained weight made me think twice. On the last day, when I held her hand in my hand I could hardly move a step. I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to my Lolita place.... jumped out of my bike without locking my bike. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. My Lolita opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, I was wrong she is the best for me. I can’t let go her so easily. We were the best and will remain the best. I love Reshma a lot.

She (Lolita) looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, I said, I won't break up with her (Reshma). My three years life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her daily knowing the fact that she loves me a lot I am supposed to hold her hand until death do us apart.

My Lolita seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. (Fcuk what did I just do)

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for Reshma. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll hold your hand out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived at her place, flowers in my hands, and a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find Reshma in the bed with her new boyfriend.

I was so busy knowing Reshma dressing for me and only me but I didn’t even know she was dressing for someone else L

So guys don’t you dare think twice before breaking up!!

A Break up is a Break up for God Sake!!

Moral of the story: Na GHAR KA NA GHAT KA: P: P: P J J J J

Funny and true incident!!

There was a girl (name again undisclosed) in my college days. She was the best, full white; it’s just like she takes a dive in a big pool of milk.
The way she dresses, the way she carry herself is just mind blowing.
It was 2nd year of my college I tried getting to know about her name and off course whether she is single or committed to someone :) slowly and steadily I got to know about her from one of my very good friend and I came to know that she is a Bihari girl. Whoa!! Best thing is to get close to her and show her our own Mumbai City free of cost :)
The day came when I got the opportunity to sit right behind her and our conversation goes this way ..
I - Hey do you have a pen?
She - yeah hold on!
I- Bending towards her, I smelled some pathetic oil around her (Rai ka Teil :P), thought of ignoring and continuing the conversation.
I - Hey never seen you in this college :)
She: -Yeah I am from Patna, Matrabasha who will forget it, she started talking in Hindi.
She - Aap kaha se?
I - Mein idhar hi, baju se (means Nerul), Aap ko college kaise laga?
She - Aapka Pen, baadmein baat karte hai.
I - Allright!!

Hmmm so we started knowing each other and I came to know that she stays with her parents just next to the college.
We started meeting daily after the lectures and used to drop her till the main gate because she told not to talk to me when I am out of the college.
Because of me devoting more time to her and rather than to my friends, some of my very good friend of mine started beating the hell out of me and saying ' woh bhayani kya aagayi tu humein bhul hi gaya ? ' dost bachke rehna zaara, jissdin pakdunga na tuje dekh phir pure college mein scene kar dunga :P ( I Didn’t know what he meant). I was like chuck it , who ladki hai aur Tum Ladke. At least I have something for TP 

The very next day after the lecture we met and this time she told ‘Hey raj can we sit and talk near the lobby” I said yes why not.
Uff!! These Bihari girls if they start talking swear you won’t see a pause button. She Started talking and I just remember one thing about her after completing her sentences she used to say this 'Theek hai Na ' and I use to just node my head n say ya ya why not theek hai, our conversation goes this way.
She - hey tumhe morning mein ghumna pasand hai.
I - kyu?
She - Aap ko jitna poocha utna bataiyena (all respect wala talks).
I (hate getting too early in the morning) - still nodded my head saying Yes.
She - Done tom we are meeting at 5 30am
I - fuck! You serious?
She (in romantic tone) - rajjjj (just can’t say No)
I - ok :)
I didn’t even slept the whole night just waiting the clock to come and stop @ 5 am. Ding Dong Ding Dong, there you go 5.00 am. Mom: Kidhar jaa raha hai subah subah??? I replied nahi aa raha hu 2 min mein scene hogaya hai !! :P
She told to come right next to the college main gate 
Reached on time 5.20 a.m, waiting to see her, there you go I saw one girl walking towards the main gate with Green top and Red pant (WTF is this dressing all about?) I was just praying I hope she is not the one, she came close to me Hey Rajjjjjjjjjjj (Freak !!! Ok it’s morning time I can roam with a stupid dressing girl without hiding my face :P)
All over again she started with her talks, hum hai na.. aisa.. waisa… nahi.. yeh …jo.. aise.. matlab.. woh.. jo hai na ... blah blah blah……… when she stopped she uttered Theek hai na !!??
I replied haa Maa ki Theek hi hai  
I realized it later that I walked 2 km with a nonstop Chapar chapar chapar girl!!.
Suddenly an old guy with a cycle and 2 bucket full of milk was walking towards us, this girl just jumped in from one place and hide right behind a building and was calling out loud “Hey rajjj, come here”
Wondering what to do and what happened I went to her, our conversation goes this way
I - Kya hua?
She – Arre rukho 2 min, unnhe jaane do (referring to the old cycle guy with 2 buckets full of milk)
I – hua kya bolo??
She – arre woh jo cycle mein aa rahe hai na woh..
I – ha woh kya?
She – Woh mere Daddy hai!
I – kya tumhare dad DHOOD bhejte hai??
She – HA.
She went home and suddenly I saw my friends coming behind me and they all were laughing with a common dialogue “ TU DHOOD WALI KI BETI KO PATA RAHA HAI”???

Love - Why me???

Love, Love, Love……… forever………. ? Ya ya, I don’t need those filmy answers from you guys, yaar yeh Pyaar dosti hai.. Blah Blah….

But nevertheless, it happens to all. To be very frank with you, Love is full on touchy vachhi business and I don’t believe in Sharukhan famous dialogue, Pyaar 1 hi baar hota hai (Kuch Kuch hota hai film ) , Ballzzz Dude go and check I guess there’s some probs with your Hormones J

It all started with my journey from Nerul – Bandra. It was thrice I missed my direct Andheri train and having no other option I preferred taking the very next train 8.11 a.m from Nerul – CST. Boarding this train really makes me sick coz it’s just that Lazy morning doesn’t allow me to get down, walk some distance and catch another train. Ahhh!!

From Platform no. 4 – Platform no.1 you just have to run and use Foot over bridge coz if you are late you just have to be in the centre of the people waiting for people to push you from right, left, back Damm!!

Reached Platform No. 1, Andheri Train 8.56 a.m and people are just waiting to jump in the train. Ok, I have to stand right in front of them to make sure I get in and get the SeatJ. Announcement started, “Platform no.1 par aane waali Agami Local 8 baj kar 56 minute ki Andheri Jaane Wali Dhimi Local hai” , then the Marathi version, English Version. I feel Why “MNS” didn’t take any action of Marathi announcement coming first: p lollzz

Dhak Dhak Dhak (train slowing), I hold the rod and dam! Somebody pushed me and Bang, got hurt my Back I shouted “c***”, other guy shouted “Kya hero Pheli baar chada hai 1^st class mein?” I replied “Nahi mere Baap phele meri liye special Metro banaya tha, Chuthya chal jaakar Bait andhar!!”

I went inside and went right next to the Ladies 1^st class Boogie and just sat looking at the Ladies 1^st class Boogie. One thing is surely common with all these people sitting and starring @ ladies boogie.

King circle station passed, damm there is so much of rush and war inside the train. Reached Mahim, hush push, Ahhh!! It feels so good to see an empty train J when I turned my Head from the Gate to the Ladies Boogie. Whoa!!!!! There was a cold breeze coming across and this girl in ladies 1^st class boogie just helped her hair get out of her face. Damm!! The face cut is just too good, perfect lips with black kameez J was so stunned and preferred starring @ her, people sitting close to me were just laughing. Ok, Control Raj J

She was busy talking on her head phone n I just preferred starring @ her. “Pudli Station Bandra, Agla Station Bandra, Next station Bandra”, Raj get up, its Bandra. Okkkkkk!!

Still can’t let go my eyes go off her , standing near the gate still looking @ her, Bandra , put my foot down and to my surprise was so happy to see her get down , people started running , Damm!! I preferred following her, I bet nobody can dress better than girls for sure, Black Kameez and Red Sal war, black healed shoe, nice figure and a black bag J

She preferred using foot over bridge so did I and suddenly there were 2 side turn, one towards Bandra west and the other to the fast local platform. L L She took left and I preferred taking right hoping to see her back the next day again in 8.56 a.m Andheri Local J.

TO BE CONTINUED………

A day is really enough for me to get the information about her, I came to know that she take the Local from sewri or cotton green and gets down in Bandra to take a fast train to Borivalli (not Andheri coz she already takes one Andheri local on harbor line ) :P. Wow! She looks so cute yaar, I don’t know but actually this nice rhyming poem came into my mind dedicated specially to her

It was a moony night, stars were twinkling bright, I was thinking of you and my co*** becomes Tight: P

Hahah, no no no wait..not this.

I drowned in the beautiful eyes of yours, having a wonderful night on your cheeks, sliding through your nose enjoying with the red strawberries. Wow!

The very next day again back on the same train, same timing, same seat waiting to see her again!, Ah! Again the cold breeze, Mahim station passed, she came out. Beautiful, you’re so beautiful! Beautiful..... beautiful.......... I was shocked to see where this song came from, one more guy in line for her dedicating song to her? Nah nah nah!! By mistake his headphones pop out J

Yaar, when she adjust her hair, hmmmm!! It feels like Boom Boom!!, Pink kameez and white salwar and a nice white bad with 2 small earrings. Any girl can make a guy go crazy with her tight fitting dressess J J

Hey, hold on she saw me and smiled back, yippee I too gave her my weird smile J J, once I got in Bandra I stared following her on foot over bridge this time I heard her voice she said “My train has left from Dadar” , and again she took the left and I preferred taking right.

Starting a conversation with any women is really a big task you just have to be perfect and make sure you attract her with your own sense of humor. I bet I can make any girl crazy with my sense of humor on the very 1^st meet but look wise nah I just can’t, bloody people just prefer looking at my hair rather than my whole body. Ya ya I am somewhat bald but still I am trying hard to bring back my hair :P (lolz , look at the confidence level I have when I talk about my hair )

This time definitely I will start the conversation, Ohhh! It’s Purple color shirt and brown pant and black heal shoes with her hair being down not tied J boom boom. She looked @ me again, this time I smiled back, fuck she didn’t smiled back ! fine she didn’t see me I guess.

We got down in Bandra station following her I started my conversation

I : hey, hi, so you take this same train?ha?

She: ………

I: hey, hi ssup?

She:…...

Somebody from the crowd told me “hero, ussne headphones phena hai “ nahi sunegi and everybody started laughin” hahahahah

Shit popat, she looked back and to my surprise she said"sorry I didn’t hear, will see you tomorrow I have to rush and took her left turn and waved bye to me J J Raj is all Blushing :-“>

While coming all the way to my office I just couldn’t stop laughing. Lolzzz

Put my status on FB: Waiting for the day to get over J .Finally, the very next day back again on the same seat and same place hoping this time we will talk for sure. Mahim station passed by , still waiting for her to come out of her seat. Reached Bandra nah she is not there LL

To be Continued…………………

Reality Show!!!

Reality Show

I used to always wonder is all reality shows fake or true??

This topic came into my mind when I started seeing reality shows on Television with all those intense drama’s, crying, fighting etc…… It’s as simple as that, just to increase the TRP’s, the show manager makes sure the best thing on the show is captured to bring back the same audience to watch the show.

I know I know, it’s boring for you guys to read it but relax I’m here to share my experienceJ. I was a part of 2 reality shows. I auditioned for 2 shows (Will talk about one show here)

So here it goes the first show which I auditioned was Indian IdolJ, ya ya you guys must have started thinking how can I sing? I can’t sing but I have a very good voice J lol and yeah this was actually told to me by my friends specially girls coz they just love my voice on Phone: P lol deep intense voice: P

As usual I got a sms from Vodafone saying that “So, u think u got the singing in you”? I (JOSH MEIN) was like Yeah Y not I got everything, continuing the SMS “Reply to this SMS and get your Auditions tickets”. I replied “SMS Indian Idol “to 52424, I got a reply saying “You will get an SMS on March 18^th if you make it to the Indian Idol Auditions”. It was so common that I will get reply for sure on this SMS.

The Day Passed and on 18^th I got a sms saying “Congratulations, you are selected for Indian Idol and your ID number is 29829 J lol, looking at this sms I started rehearsing too knowing the fact that I can’t sing but at least I can try J

I told all my friends “hey I got selected for Indian Idol” Nevertheless, they just kept on laughing and laughing and laughing”

The day March 21^st arrived and I got dressed up reached on time and to my surprise Indian Idol shooting was going on , the cameraman’s were capturing video’s of people who actually were good looking, smart and have a good Punch line about their Life . It just happened that I was looking @ them thinking when should I approach and tell my PART OF PUNCH LINE J

Shocked to see people with pathetic voice are getting into the next round with the 3 multi talented judges. These singers are no wonder look alike of Himesh, Salman and Humorous and also with some cool attire.

Waited, waited, waited, some people are dancing and coming out of the audition room and some as usual when dreams shattered, it just shattered like anything. I loved some people who didn’t get selected but they were fcuking so confident that they know singing better than those 3 judges lol, the dialogues which I heard are stated below

Black guy: Innko kya pata singing ke baaremein, 2 saal mein Anu ko meri song compose karne lagunga aur sunidhi ko usspar nachunga … hahah

A man whipping his tears: I will be the Biggest singer in 6 months of time and I will make sure I will SUE ANU MALIK IF HE STEALS MY SONG, BIG TIME, WILL FCUK THE SHIT OUT OF HIM.. Lol (I realized, yeh chokra toh hai talented abhi se hi number laga deta hu, kya bharosa yeh chokra sach mein maar de GAN* in sabki J J )

Some Volunteer called up “Rajendra” “Rajendra”, I ran towards him “Hey , I am Raj “

Volunteer: Sorry, I called Rajendra

I Replied: Sorry, I am Rajendra (Pyaar se log muje Raj khete hai (ARghhhhhh, filmy dialogue)

Volunteer (Angry look): Ha, mera baap Amitabh Bachhan hai !! ( he said in low tone: Kaha kaha se aajate hai hero banne)

I replied: Ha time hai hero baneko J

Volunteer (Showing the way): straight and left

Inside the Room, I was shocked to see how the 3 faces of judges can change, TV mein kuch aur dikhte real life mein kuch aur, then I thought ahh, I have to clear this round 1^st to reach the multitalented judges.

The conversation goes this way

Judge: Ya , so Rajendra sing

I started with my Fav song: Meri soniiiiiiiiiiiiiii meri tammanaaaaaaaaaa jhoot nahi hai meraaaaaa pyaarrrrrrr

Judge: Stopping me, issmein “LEH” kidhar hai??

I replied: “LEH”??

Judge: u don’t know LEH n u think u sing??

I replied again: “LEH”?

Judge: Thanks, bye

I came out with a dejected look still thinking WTF is “LEH”, 2 volunteers came running from behind me and told hey Rajendra, sorry but you are not qualified for next round.

I: Dammmm (As if singing was the only thing left in my life). I just preferred asking those 2 volunteer: Tell me what is “LEH”, I don’t know this was not funny but they started laughing and told: “LEH” means SUR, SUR NAHI HAI SIR AAP MEIN

Achcha!!!!!

Bandra Signal!!!

Bandra Signal

Thank you for all the good response you guys gave me for my Blog J J J. It actually motivated me, so here I am to write another story.

It’s about “Eunuch”, I know it’s really weird to write about them but it’s the same incident which happened to me just 3 weeks back

I always take a Rick from station to my office and on my way I always pass through the main Bandra Signal. The signal is so big that I had to wait for almost 15 mins for the signal to get Green.

It was on March 17^th, 2010, I came across a eunuch; don’t know the name but it was really fun and a new experience to me. I prefer calling them eunuch and not he or she, don’t know coz everybody is confused about them being he or she.

Eunuch came close to me and smiled and the conversation goes this way (True Incident)

Eunuch: Hi

Raj: hmm hi

Eunuch: how are you?

Surprisingly amazed, I replied: Ya, great, How abt you?

Eunuch: ya I am fine, Kuch dede re baba!!

Swear travelling in the morning I really don’t have change, only 100 notes, I replied: change nahi hai.

Eunuch: La change deti hu!!, la la

Raj: arre 100 rs hai..

Eunuch: chal jo dena hai de…

I just loved talking to her and didn’t wanted to let go her empty handed. I replied, looking at my wallet, there you go, got 2 rs, and gave it to her.

Eunuch: Thank you, nice talking to you, will meet soon, God bless ya!! , Eunuch just kept his hand on my hand and kissed the Rs. 2 coin and went away

Raj: Bye, tc , nice talking to you ( fcuk, she is eunuch , control Raj!!!! ) I shook my head and back looking at the chicks in other rick.

That day was really good for me, I got 2 sales call which are about to get confirmed. I was so happy for it J

22^nd March 2010:

Going for the so called 2 sales call from office to Bandra Station, stopped again on the same signal.

Ahaa!!, there you go, the same eunuch again, she looked @ me and came to me and the conversation goes this way.

Eunuch: Kaisa hai re baba??? How are you?

Raj : Nice, n you?

Eunuch: Kaafi time ke baad mila hai!!

Surprised, I replied: So you remember me ??

Eunuch: yehi signal par hu kaafi time se , jaanti hu tuje , laa chal 100 Rs laa

Raj: yeh kya??? Achcha achcha bolkar Loge meri??? Rs. 2 se Rs. 100???

Eunuch: Nahi re Raju, mein dekh rahi thi tu kaise react karta hai?

Raj: Raju??????? Yeh kya , mera naam Raj hai!!

Eunuch: Chalna Baba, signal green hone wala hai, my dear give me some money. I want to eat Rice and Daal today

Raj: Demand kaafi achcha hai aapka…, smiling I gave Rs. 10

Eunuch: Thank you re baba, tu bahut achcha hai , and took my forehead n kissed me

Arghhhhhhhh WtF, yeh kya tha

Eunuch: Rakh le re baba, jab hum khush hote hai toh kiss dete hai aur jab naraaz toh kapde utta lete hai.

Raj: (mood mein aakar ): Kapde uttakar kya karte ho??? Kya dikhate ho??

Eunuch: Jaare , smarty , Dimaag mein sex bhara hai kya???humein toh chod

I just smiled

She smiled back………………….lol…

J J

Voting day :11th April 2010

Voting Day

The “V-Day”, not valentine it’s the Voting day, I remember the so called “Corporator” coming to each and everyone’s place and asking for the Vote.

Guys, this is the 2^nd time I voted, the 1^st time I voted was when I was 18 years old. Each and every guy in the age group of 18 has it in them, the Josh, the spark J

When I was 18, the first thing I did was got my license and registered myself to be a Voter. It didn’t happened later on as I didn’t had that interest left in me voting for the any party. I just get to see all the corporator’s face only before the election starts and the rest of the time they are just hiding down somewhere.

Nevertheless, I Voted it’s not because I got attracted to some political party but it’s just that I was sitting ideal, had nothing to do.

My dad is just awesome in doing all this thing, he woke up @ 6.00 am , went to temple and straight back to the voting poll and when he came back home showed me the Ink on his left index finger and shouted get up and Vote, it’s our right.

I seriously don’t have anything against any political party, it’s just a simple thing, everybody has the desire to win, no matter what happens.

Each and everybody who comes into this world have 1 thing in common to win and win. Nobody in this world will ever think of being a beggar in his life.

I voted and I voted to a political party who came @ my door, shook hand with me and said “Namskar, aamhala vote kara (name undisclosed), aani partivartan baga, instead knowing me a South Indian, he started in marathi. I replied “Hindi mein bologe sir, marathi muje thoda thoda samaj aata hai”?. He replied “Marathi humara language hai, humhe vote karo aur yaha sab jaga achahiyeh dekho. I replied “ hmm theek hai, mera Voter card nahi banaya aab tak 4 saal se apply kar raha hu , naam hai but card nahi hai. One of my friend from that party came in front and said “arre raj”, I replied “Arre hero, ussdin mera documents liya tha voter card ke liye aur yeh kya party badal diya??. He replied “ ha , tu tension mat le woh process mein hai”. I replied “Kab se process mein hi hai , theek hai” I said to myself “Kab sudroge”

11^th April 2010, Voting day and Anup Kothari’s birthday:

I woke up @ 10, had my breakfast n went to Anup’s place, Sssup birthday boy, Many many happy birthday, Choteee Party………

The conversation goes this way:

Anup: Thanks , kaisa hai ?

Raj: Badiya, tu sunna kab aaya (he works in Pune and comes on Sat n Sun)

Anup: Morning mein aaya, ussko bhi surprise dena tha (Ussko >> His Gf, he just broke up with her 2 days back and is still depressed about it.

Raj: Hmm , theek hai theek hai, She still loves you (Being a friend, I just can help him by saying all this)

Anup: Kya boli who ? ( shit, never to start the topic of any girl, maa ki phir toh bolna hi padta rahega)

Raj: as usual in my mood , Boli bahut pyaar karti hai, aur ussne (anup) aisa kyu kiya??

Anup: Pata nahi yaar , kya scene ???

Raj: Arre chod dena ussko , koi aur mil jaayegi, kya tu bhi…

In between all this the girl comes in ….. Interrupts me

Girl: Kya be Raj , kya bola mein???

Raj: Tu , kya, kab, kya boli??? Changing the topic: Anup ka birthday hai aaj u know na?

Girl: Ha thanks ha baatane ke liye..(Gusse mein ), I was like : Ha maa ki 1 gf ko usska bf ka birthday pata nahi hoga.

Raj: Anup , chal raha hai tu??? Voting karne ???

Girl: Tu jaana , ussko kyu le jaa raha hai??

Raj: Tu chalna , then I reliased she is not even 18 , I shut K

Raj: Chal milta hu tuje baadmein, bye

Anup: Bye

Girl: Chal bye , jaa paka mat

As usual, I thought I did something really wrong and left on my way to Vote, thinking all the way whom to Vote.

On my way, I met 2 – 4 people who were supporting their own party, they came and told me, yeh party ko hi vote karna.. I was like “ Yeh bhi zabardasti kya???” Chutigiagiri.

I entered the room, was happy to see no such big Que. I showed my identity proof and gave him my pan card for reference and he showed me the way to the polling machine. It’s been 6 years, I didn’t know how to vote and as usual I have Hypermetropia ( probs in seeing the distance object ), dam I forgot to bring my specs. I asked one of the person, how to Vote???. He just replied “Ungli se button dabbao. I was wondering “kya chutiya reply hai , ungli se hi karega na , kya L** se karega??”, Nobody is supportive enough and I preferred pressing the light for that symbol which I never saw any promotions done for that party J and am happy I voted at last.

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On my way back home, again 2 -4 people came and asked “kissko vote kiya, humare party ko hi na ???

I was like ha ha tum log hi ho aur kissko vote karu?? He just gave me a tight jaadu ki jhaapi.. I was talkin to myself” itna kya senti ho raha hai??”

I entered my building and saw Anup and his gf talking, ahh.. infact fighting.. I just preferred stayin quiet and going home J J