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No, I am not drunk, no alcohol, I condemn terrorism and I still fuss over eating green vegetables. Imagine, Imagine and just Imagine that one day everybody from India, i.e. me, u and v go to the border. There is a long-long, O yeah a very long line the other side too. Just hug one person and say, "Pakistan, we love you". Lung cancer, AIDS, Global Warming, accidents have taken many of our and your souls away. Let us just live in peace and give a ,. | .. to war mongers. Am I asking too much ? Am I dreaming too high ? Sorry, I woke up a bit late, But I partied late, yesterday, Today I feel a bit great, And I want to extend a hand for my own sake. No more, No less, Something I must confess, I missed your support, I missed my brother, When a couple of dreams here were blown away, By a few stray bombs here and there, But I still stand here with the same warmth,the same cold, As I stood decades before. I know my men, my ego and yours too, But still I stand and say today, Pa

A gift by Wanderer.  I humbly and proudly accept the versatile blogger award from wanderer . (All smiles) I did not expect this piece of cake and now since I've got it, let me throw some piece of shit. I'd like to thank my mentor, my internet service provider, google and blogger guys, indiblogger.in and bla bla bla... Now this is something we normally see at those award functions by big-big celebs. As the celebs get bigger and reach life time achievement awards, their thank you speeches get shorter and precise. Now if I were that big celeb getting the biggest honour of my life, whom should I thank. God, Me,My wife and ... (I'd say nobody else). So when I am standing on the podium giving the speech Me: Thank you all (In all my humility) (Things going around in my brain)TGAIMB : Thank you me, my stars. Who gives a fuak about anybody else. Now I've been asked to follow the rules before I can accept this award.  Rules: - Thank the person who gave you this award. TGAIMB:

Did you know that a study showed that 11% of Indians tweet for getting an ego boost . They just simply love updating status. But its OK. I wanna show off my power, status and position by simply updating my status. Now for getting an ego boost a middle aged guy does not need to point a nuclear missile towards a hostile power nor does he need to go to dimly lit bars coochikooing with a young skimpily dressed girl and show other nooclear powers. How easy, how fast and how so simple. All you need to do is to visit the mobile site of a blue bird also called twitter and simply pump in whatever is going on in your mind. No need for pumping in iron, getting fit or whatever. With that you'll either find a middle aged emotionally unstable woman or somebody few years older perhaps or a dropped jaw watching hot females cosying with athletes. You did not take those dancing classes as a teen and you were busy making B-plans and now you tweet. This is unfair atleast for guys like us. [Please not

Thats not me :D The Phone rings,  Tring tring, tring tring… Every time the phone rings, I unfortunately pick it up and the first question that shoots down my ear is “Sushant, Where are you ?” Me: I’m at this red light stuck in a traffic jam. Will be there in a few minutes. The Phone rings again, Tring tring, tring tring… Caller: “Sushant, Where are you?” Poor Me: I’m at another traffic signal and stuck in another traffic jam. Will be there in a few minutes. Tring tring, tring tring… (And now the caller is annoyed) Caller: “Sushant, Where the F$%# are you?” Poor Me: Sorry lady, I’ll be there in a few minutes. TGAIMB (Thing Going around in my brain): I am starting to feel like a call girl. (I can empathize with them) Tring tring, tring tring… Caller: “Sushant, Where the F$%# are you. Are you bloody stuck at the same red light, or is it that your lazy A$$ started late ?” TGAIMB (Thing Going Around In My Brain): I wish, I never had this phone, or the car and I wish I never h

Sometimes an urban life and work schedule gives little time to collect our thoughts. We move in the fast lane, a lane fast enough to block the flow of water to a plant that lies deep within. If I may say the urban life consists of the artificial plants that come and go everyday making life almost picturesque. To the outsider it seems like a world that shines. A world that comes out of nowhere, a world just like a movie scene, but then those smiles and tears are only for the flashing cameras. Searching for the inner plant that breathes can be much of a task in this world. That moment of truth might never come. The moment of revelation seems like a drained old concept but it is that search we try to see through a cup of tea, a walk, a glass of whiskey or for that matter a smoke. The irony of urban life is that we live in this maze of glittery walls to achieve our desires that keep our inner plant growing, but the shine of this glitter is so immense and overwhelming that our plant ceas