The crazy cat ate the lazy rat which nibbled at my hat. It deserved a pat, but I being a dirty brat, took a bat and smashed it flat. I know it smells like fart, but I call it 'Art'.
I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not acknowledging the gifts I gave you on your B'Day. I hate u for not wishing me on my B'Day. I hate u for not answering my mails. I hate u for misunderstanding me. I hate you for inflicting on me so much of pain. I hate myself for still believing that you have a solid reason for what you have done. I hate myself for still clinging to the hope that you 'll come back one day, answer all my questions and clear the air. I hate myself for believing that you 'll come back one day, and wash all the pain away. Things haven't moved an inch ever since you left. I haven't seen even a single shooting star ever since then. I'm doing many things which I love and I'm having happy moments almost everyday. Yet, I don't know why, I feel something is amiss. I miss you the most. T here is still some pain . There are still some tears. And in these desperate times, there is still some faith. There is love. There is still...
I love movies for all the obvious reasons n one more.Every time I go out to watch one, something good happens.Last evening I was on my way to watch K i t e s here in Jodhpur when I got a message from Tony that Chaitu got selected to THE INDIAN NAVY .It was great news.It was one of his biggest dreams.He had worked quite hard for it and after a long wait of nearly half a year, it has finally come true.He 'll soon be a Commissioned Officer.Chaitu was on his way to the famous Sampath Vinayak Temple with his mom when I called him on phone to congratulate him... Mom + God + Dream + Hard work = Success .Equation seems to be good enough, right?!!..Tony, to celebrate Chaitu's success had taken his friends out for a treat in Hyd n I treated myself to a plate of mouth-watering Ras Malai .Since I had bought the tickets already, I darted straight to Screen 2 .I reached just in time.I was searching for my seat, F8 , when the movie started.But I found somebody already sitting at my place.T...
That 'hit and run' drama queen in Delhi didn't spare a thought for the mango man while doing his never conclusive pointless tamashas. That ever so wise Pappu and Co. was oblivious of the same mango man while plundering the nation through the umpteen number of scams for more than half a century. That cyclist while letting his bicycle's spokes poke the land of Taj red didn't bother about the common man. Those sickle bearers have no remorse in turning a great metro city into a trash bin and compel many mango men to become Puja visitors. That sister didn't care when she and her flowers behaved like a bull in a china shop wherever they set foot. Out of the blue, ab saala sab nautanki waale lambi qataaron se pareshaan hain. So much for a queue?!!! Public ire never mattered to them. Law and Order was taken for a ride. Basic amenities were tossed away. Ripe mango was being turned into a chusa hua mango for eternity. I wonder then how did mere queues get their atten...
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