tsk tsk ...

and here i write again .. this whole blogger mania is extremely fascinating when u first begin. I apologize to all of you, who shud be up here on my blog and I havnt even written a line of u. I will I will. :)

so wat inspires me to write now .. I have an assignment due in less than 24 hours and yes u guessed it right .. I havnt even started .. dun ask me what am i doing with my life, because seriously, thats going to be one of those existential questions, no one will ever answer. its like u wait all ur life to grow up and be able to shave, and when u begin to u realize hell its not that cool.

I quit my morning cleaning job yesterday, feels so nice, finally its like being back in mumbai and refusing job offers ... aaah I tell u .. the feeling hasnt changed, tho i have been deprived of it for a while, its still like ur first drag in the morning ... satisfying .... I have been runing around all day trying 2 trace mr and ms random, and trying 2 make em pay their bills. seriously, when did life get so complicated, seems like yesterday when it all was well .. i ddnt need to have a career .. i ddnt to pay bills ... no shit .. just me and my insanity .. now well its me and your insanity :) mines just lost in the crowd.

so we'll just blame this on u .. yes its ur fault ... i am just gonna sit here and breathe while u rectify ur faults ... breathe in .. breathe out ! I agree .. life is pleasant .. and death is peaceful its just the transition that's benchod painful !

What if I was alright?
What if I wasn't wound so tight?
What if I had the balls to be bad?
Would you still look at me like that?
Would you be mad that I had held the old me back?

Why can't I be somebody else?
Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me

Maybe I was too much
Maybe I'll take it down a notch
Maybe I'll have the guts to go mad
Maybe I'll mess me up real bad
Maybe I'll make you wish you had the old me back

Why can't I be somebody else?
Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me

What if I can't remember who I'm trying to be?

Why can't I be somebody else?
Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me
Just me...

the high road .. a tad too high !

for way too long now, i have been doing some thinking (yes the seldom few moments of my life in which ma corroded brain is put thru some tormenting thought processes)
so here we have mr and ms random .. with whom I moved into a house to lead a life of satisfaction * mental and financial satisfaction *
and they fucked up ... yea yea call that my perspective .. but lets go with it, they did.

8 months out of that house, till date i harbor the consequences. that one m****f***ing mistake of not disconnecting phone lines ... that moment of trust ... has landed me with bills over 300 $ to which mr and ms random have put their hands up .. mind u all bills accountable to an 8 month period in which i DDNT live there and the only reason the bills exist, cuz they pleaded .. and I obliged ... The path .. the high path insisted I oblige .. I maintain that silence ... I keep that calm .. that level headed maturity ...

that boisterous silence .. that high road .. today cost me this money * which I DO NOT HAVE*
a tad too high, dunchyu reckon ?

maybe alanis shud make a song on my life .. a lil too ironic !!

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

Lil boi ravi ... who ran away ...
away from his troubles .. away from the pain ..
trouble sneaks him up ... blows him in the face ..
lil boi ravi .. who ran away ...
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

ee - ee ya ee eh - eeea aaah * the way she goes *

and lil boi ravi !!!!

Seaweed Love

mangrove forests, a dirty stench
gnarled trees twisted by time.

a broken bridge remembers a time
emotions recollected in tranquility.

hard edges rounded, weathered
time's stories engraved, perhaps remembered.

dangling feet, intoxicated laughter
murky green... comes alive...

seaweed frozen in time....
...... in my mind.

Nasra Roy.

mandira aka urmilla !

once upon a time .. in a land far far far away * yes new bbay is really far * there lived a girl. petite, beautiful and an enchantress she was.
* ok all this nice stuff is making me sick *
lets add a pinch of bitchiness which copiously erupts.so beware !! *smiles*

so yes .. on we go about ms little likhite ... who bears a striking resemblence to urmila, mind u she's better (mandira that is ).. and i'd not be the only to say that ... * this is when mandira starts frowning.. *

she's the girl u wanna take home to mommy, she's the girl u wanna marry someday .. u know the good cook .. bakes and all .. i've seen u evolve now .. from ur A's to the A :) ..... A to an A to an A * no really, whats with 'A' obsession ??!#?

u know what I mean :) seen u change from the sweet little girl to this wonderful splendid woman ... ( with the bitchiness again ) * frowning mandy *

we've had our share of ups and downs, our indifferences lately,but that hasnt changed a thing and u'd remain the same for me ... I miss u .. miss u loads .. miss the nonstop eating sessions .. miss the midnite dance moves .. miss the coffee drives .. miss whining about sadque .. miss seeing sadque get slapped :) hahaha that was classic.

ok now we need some more bad stuff :P and like always theres only one ..
I know i aint the one u gonna marry .. but BITCH look beyond that ... we exist * puppy face * thats me - sadque sits there smoking and doing accounts - now tat he's a babuji who does bijhiniz he'z a busy man. * slaps sadque *

And I stand by it .. Donchyu dare get married or engaged when i aint around .. stands for u also sadz, in ur case u cant have sex either w.o our consent ... now go do ur accounts ! and u go work mandira .. enough eating at work * sheeesh *

* mandira slaps sadque too *

tanu - my lil babyyy

yea yea .. know u think its a stupid idea .. but then anything that gives me a reason to avoid uni is exciting enough, and hell this is better than cleaning. * sighs *

of french birds and drunker disasters :) * hehehe - u know i cant leave that out ever *
my lil doll is seeing the world for it is, moved out of home and livin all alone .. slowly wandering ... getting there. where remains the unanswered question .. but then shes getting there. Its a pity I must miss it all, but then I did witness ur wicked Zenzie dance :) * still recovering from shock *
heh heh ..

I miss u sweetu ... u have been tough and u make daddy proud. go ahead ... quit that freakin job .. explore india .. go to AMRICA .. STUDY THERE ... and no if i aint in australia u're not visitin.

amongst the very few who reach puberty at 23 :) our lovely ms shukla is the best thing that ever happened to me. from the grouchy ICL bitch to elite lokhandwala chick :) she's going to be the very dearest to me. MWaaaaaaah. miss u !!

AND U ! STOP CELEBRATING MY MISERY AND REMINDING ME THAT I AM GETTIN BACK !

nasraaah 

Errr ... So now that I have a blog .. what next ?

so there you go, my very first posting ... and I have no freakin' idea .. what to type .. yea this is going to be on of those insane blogs with the most inane postings ...

and there came nasra !!!

and there she logged in ... revivin memories of the past ... nasra nasra nasra roy ... remember the first time we met .. the attitude the arrogance :0) * for a change it wasnt me being cocky *

funny, never thot i'd miss her .. but as i face the bitter reality, its kinda wierd not to have you around. Met bj the other day, and him in his new red (shiny garish) southern spice avataar just reminded me of the fun times we shared, the birthday party, the chicken biryaani ... thank you nasra, if i havnt said that before, thank you.

so .. ummm hoping u have the best in life .. the men .. the works .. the ritu kumar clothes * which ur mother religiously courierd every week *

all the best .. for now and forever !!!

mwah mwah ( elite society kisses for the elitist nasra roy )
for what joy i ask? for what joy?

anita's infamous madhubala pose .. blast from the past  

ani .. and me .. !!! 

and god made anita !!!

ever wonder what happens when god fucks up ??? cut to ms. cuckumane. when in despair ... shes the supernatural being. she was meant to be an angle with looks and brains ... god took away the brains ( ok not all of it ) ...and gave such archangelic beauty .... that is what makes her anita ... thats rebecca thats nimmiji thats chambi thats u ani ... FOOooool !

ironic as itis ... we ddnt speak for months, an entire semister i must add, only to speak on the very last day ... only to never hang up ever again .. yea i spent 800$ on phone bills talking to u ... lets publish that ...

mind u, dun be around her when she's plasttered cuz man the woman can be tormenting ( in a good way but ofcourse ) ... cut to happy birthday party, where the lordress lay drunk on the bathroom floor for hours .. paying her dues to the porcelain throne !!!

how many people do u really know who can spend an entire year taking a bath?? comes in anitha .. anitha with the 'h' ... actually is it only the bathing period ;) hehehe lets add the assignments ... grilling assignments which take decades to do .... but then again, how many people would sit thru their tormenting assignments and then sit and do yours :) ani wud. as i type this I can hear prataps caustic voice screaming something in malyali, or was that telegu or madrassi .. hell who cares ur a south indian :P hehehehe

she's the princess from bangalore, she's the mother of 'louve' * i still do not approve of a bf called chikoo ... he needs a better name * but hell, u'll marry him and have kids called angoor .... god !! i know it, u just will !!

funny, every person i write about has had hardships in the past few months, and u've had urs anita :) but ur doing a great job, the push up bra works fine, keep the smile and rock mc donalds .... they r lookin good honey ... and ur doing just fine more than fine, better than many ..

I love u and always will ... even if i go back ... I will always be there .. a phone call away ... $10 mega india calling card is all u'll need :)

mwaaaah !

p.s I insist I am more hardworking than u know who .. admit it .. say it ! i demand u say it .. rite now rite away !! bitch !!

mandira - choo beautifool ! 

tanooooooooooooooo-ooooooh ! 

thats one ugly picture - mandira - sadque - mahesh and amod

mandy - sadz - mahesh - amod

tatke tattak tootiah !

the fairy god boi ! good ole' sadque razzak. lets have a whinge abt hime now ...

he's the boi ur parents wish you were, hell now who doesnt want children who pray every f***in saturday and sunday at 6.00am sharp, and even worse, they openly promote their liking for it with no remorse. BEATS ME ... no really beats me !!

yea ok, theres good stuff too sadque ... errrr ... errrr ... errrr * thinks *hmmmm .... * still thinking * ok theres none, dunno why i know this fool. :)

no sadque, ur social community service doesnt count, its still annonying !

he's the friend u call at 3.30 am when u need a tyre fixed, his is the house u sneak into at the middle of the night when u have nowhere to go, his is the wallet which is always full ... which you can empty ... hmmm he's the one who'll drive u to the airport when u leave ur keys in the tailor shop * yea cant get over that one * he's ma friend SADQUE RAZZAK MOIZ MOYYED RESHAMWALA ...he's da man !!! u've been goin thru some tuff times there boi, hang in there all shall be well, after u know mandira and me together, nothing gets worse than that .. so if u've gotten thru tat .. u'll get thru all.

and if anyone wants to open a bori blog, please contact sadque ... he'll religiously donate his existence to the bori community

* slaps sadque *

p.s hell its 2.45am ... and i am writing about u sadque, u owe me a freakin 1000$ now ...