"Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words." - Dorothy Parker.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Pea Jay Of The Day :P
Aatth ghante so jayo
Aur kar lo pura rest
Aatth ghante so jayo
Aur kar lo pura rest
ACP praduman kehte hain
YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!
:D
Seedhi baat Seedhi karo
Aur tedhi baat ko modo
Seedhi baat Seedhi karo
Aur tedhi baat ko modo
Daya,main to kehta hoon
Yeh darwaza bhi todo!
:D
Aur kar lo pura rest
Aatth ghante so jayo
Aur kar lo pura rest
ACP praduman kehte hain
YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!
:D
Seedhi baat Seedhi karo
Aur tedhi baat ko modo
Seedhi baat Seedhi karo
Aur tedhi baat ko modo
Daya,main to kehta hoon
Yeh darwaza bhi todo!
:D
Monday, March 15, 2010
No Phony Love, This One!
Today is a historic day.
A wonderful relationship has come to an end.
I have finally done away with my 1000 years old Nokia 1100.
He was a good friend.
He stood up for me always. A lot of times, when I have been lonely and curt, not so lonely and very talkitive, he has been a mute spectator to my idiosyncratic randomness. He has watched, as I fought with others and punched him in return.. He has watched as I dived my nails into his skin and smiled at his face, only to be passing a text on to someone else. He has been privy to my insanity, watched all my phony antics, has even, almost-been-flushed once. He has truly stood the test of time, friendship and loyalty. I love him.
And as I put him to rest today, I feel a strange emptiness that wont fill up for a really long time to come. Because he is was, is and always will be the best phone ever. And nothing - no fancy phone, no frilly features, no 20 MP cameras, no 50 GB space can match up to the endearing simplicity of his being.
Some things are truly irreplaceable.
All said and done, however, you are in a sorry state of affairs, my friend. You have been surgically treated twice, have (VDS) voice distortion syndrome, severe skin rashes, and a very acute form of Alzheimer's. Your memory status of 50 phone contacts is defying your age and testing my patience. The recent gash on your keypad is bleeding like a seasonal river and this time, doctors tell me, there is no possibilty of yet another plastic surgery. You know what that means. Ab tumhein dawa nahi hai, dua ki zaroorat hai, mere dost. Of course, until that happens, I've to type without spaces and talk without punching numbers containing zero. Because your zero key, as much as I ignore it, is now a gaping black hole.. Last time I knived my scooter key inside, to literally 'knock' out the letter.
But still, you are by far, the healthiest (at your age), most loved and the most unflinchingly devoted phone I've ever had. Or ever will have.
R.I.P, my friend. I love you.
A wonderful relationship has come to an end.
I have finally done away with my 1000 years old Nokia 1100.
He was a good friend.
He stood up for me always. A lot of times, when I have been lonely and curt, not so lonely and very talkitive, he has been a mute spectator to my idiosyncratic randomness. He has watched, as I fought with others and punched him in return.. He has watched as I dived my nails into his skin and smiled at his face, only to be passing a text on to someone else. He has been privy to my insanity, watched all my phony antics, has even, almost-been-flushed once. He has truly stood the test of time, friendship and loyalty. I love him.
And as I put him to rest today, I feel a strange emptiness that wont fill up for a really long time to come. Because he is was, is and always will be the best phone ever. And nothing - no fancy phone, no frilly features, no 20 MP cameras, no 50 GB space can match up to the endearing simplicity of his being.
Some things are truly irreplaceable.
All said and done, however, you are in a sorry state of affairs, my friend. You have been surgically treated twice, have (VDS) voice distortion syndrome, severe skin rashes, and a very acute form of Alzheimer's. Your memory status of 50 phone contacts is defying your age and testing my patience. The recent gash on your keypad is bleeding like a seasonal river and this time, doctors tell me, there is no possibilty of yet another plastic surgery. You know what that means. Ab tumhein dawa nahi hai, dua ki zaroorat hai, mere dost. Of course, until that happens, I've to type without spaces and talk without punching numbers containing zero. Because your zero key, as much as I ignore it, is now a gaping black hole.. Last time I knived my scooter key inside, to literally 'knock' out the letter.
But still, you are by far, the healthiest (at your age), most loved and the most unflinchingly devoted phone I've ever had. Or ever will have.
R.I.P, my friend. I love you.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
:|:
Words that knived me
through and through
Numbers that heard me say
If you cant help me Goddamnyou
At least get outta my way!
through and through
Numbers that heard me say
If you cant help me Goddamnyou
At least get outta my way!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
-:-
So much emotion around me
And yet, I feel like stone
So many people surround me
And yet, I'm all alone.
And yet, I feel like stone
So many people surround me
And yet, I'm all alone.
Friday, March 12, 2010
||
No,I am not a thing,
Yes,I would like you to know
You cant slash my neck,
And then, pretend to have let go.
Yes,I would like you to know
You cant slash my neck,
And then, pretend to have let go.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
-|-
Time will pass in a jiffy
Soon I'll be in the grind
They'll be running faster now
And I'll be left behind.
Soon I'll be in the grind
They'll be running faster now
And I'll be left behind.
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