बसस्टॉप पर जादू वाली चाय मिलती है!
इन्तज़ार करते रहो एक घंटा, बस नहीं आएगी। कप में चाय डलते ही, बस!
तीसरी बार आज हुआ। चतुराई दिखाते हुए, आते ही चाय बोल दी। कप के हाथ मे आते ही बस भी आ गई!
आज सोचा, चाय फैकूंगा नहीं।
चाय समेत चढ़ने की जद्दोजहद में, लैपटॉप वहीं छुट गया।
C’est la Vie¿
Originally posted on TIME:
Matthew Kaiser is a white-collar criminal defense attorney who has represented a number of students accused of sexual assault at colleges and universities.
The Vice-President recently spoke out on campus sexual assault, reminding us that “No means No.” And he’s right; if a woman says no, and a man doesn’t respect that, it’s rape.
But I’ve represented a number of male students accused of sexual assault on campus, and I haven’t yet seen a case of the kind Joe Biden is talking about.
The cases that are prosecuted by schools tend to be much more ambiguous. And a lot of that has to do with how schools view alcohol and consent.
Of course, if someone has sex with an unconscious woman, that’s sexual assault. And if a woman is drunk and another person forces sex on her because she’s vulnerable because she’s drunk, that’s also rape.
But many schools take…
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Here are the No.s of the PWD Minister
Mr. MK Muneer (R) 314601, 317651
Mr Kunha Hamed PS 335366. 326771
I could not get his numbers. I shall call him on Monday… The problem is that I am very busy during the day as out of the regular
crowd of 5 Assistant Managers, we 2 are left… So during the day I am running around these beautiful mountains… by the time I get
back, the offices have closed… But on this Monday, there is a new assistant coming and I shall be in his house to welcome him.
From his house I shall call the PWD minister. The Internet here is also acting up. I shall buy BSNL account next week. This Satyam
account is gifted by a friend who closed his cyber cafe… so till November, I have free Internet… Unlimited. This laalach is
stopping me from going in for a new account. But for emergencies, like this mail which has been lying in my outbox for the last 4
days, I shall buy one 25 hour one.
On Monday I shall post you the requisite certificate/ whatever from the company saying that it won’t be too bad if I have a firearm
with me while bringing cash from the bank. You shall get it be Wednesday. And also, tell me if you need an affidavit from me. And if
you do, then what shall I write in it. Sahil shall be coming to you within 10-15 days and he can handle the double chambering
problem of Beretta. What is the status of the carbine???
That Parminder called and thanked for your help that shall be coming forth. I assured him that everything shall be fine… Let us
Here is the mail in text format…
1 I shall let you know of the rubberized roads in a day or two. There are these Onam holidays going on here and the secretariat is
closed. The PS of the Surface Transport Minister shall help me. I shall ask if he has email and then get you two together if
2 I am unable to connect to the internet for long enough time to search for an appropriate digital diary. I shall ask my
Kottayam-native assistant to look around a few shops and even ask for a Casio distributor/showroom and get me details of the
available models. He is an intelligent man and I am sure that he will understand what I want and get me the same. Till then there is
not much that can be done in this respect.
3 Today I had a half day due to Onam and the WHOLE day I spent reading the Saad Ali book and ARRL radio handbook. And now I am
having BIG TIME acidity!!! Hi. Is there a way to get that rig from that BAS$%^& VU2LMP??? The rig I have is having the same problem
or blown up display and there is nothing that can be done here. So if you mobilize VU2MY or someone else and get these things done,
then it shall be fun and right now MY shall be too happy to oblige. If you are in good terms with MY, then even I shall write him a
sentimental Uncle-letter. That LMP does not respond. So many letters, so many years.
a. This place and the job are really conducive for the hobby. There is a lot of spare time and I am living at a top of a hill. There
are a lot of trees around but I don’t think that shall matter too much as I shall be using an inverted v, and can change the
direction at will. That is the best thing to have.
b. On second thoughts, I can even make a 3 element Yagi or Loop Sky wire or X Beam or something like that as there are 2 factories
with FULL workshops and a lot of scrap at my disposal. HeHeHe. ;-)
c. Am also ready for I Grade license. Morse is good and theory I can read and cram up. But then I DID complete 40 contacts in one
year so I automatically am eligible for the Upgrade. I have lost my license but do have the number.
4 The Beretta Letter, I shall let you know tomorrow. I shall ask the GM to tell me whether or not I shall get the letter and if not
then we can manage without the bloody letter, I am sure.
5 The Beretta needs a new grip. I searched the internet but could not find one. That sardar in Jagadhary promised to make one. But I
don’t trust him, somehow. Look what he did to the Marlin. Did you get the sighting pin cover back? I don’t think so as I am SO SURE
he lost it. So you can try some good guy in Chandigarh and get it serviced as well. The double shot thing was there when I fired it
the last time. One shot shall go, that shell will come out, taking an unspent bullet with it while chambering a fresh round. That
doesn’t seem like a serious problem. Even Rakesh mentioned this one.
6 There is this problem in the passport form that they want the current address so I think I shall not take any stoopid chance and
fill it up with all correct knowledge. If I mention the present address as Dy CM’s, then it might become a BIG issue if caught. So
shall go the honest way. And tomorrow shall go and get the snap snapped and send you a few extra copies as well. But the quality of
passport form and the stickers for the signature tell a lot about the state of the nation! Even Pakistani passports are better, MUCH
better than ours. You Politicians! HiHiHi
7 My friend sent me two Maglites and I have already lost one. :-( But this torch is SOMETHING!!! Right now I have the 3 D size
thing. The small one fell in some jeep when we were going to the club on a RAINY night! Anyway. It had to happen!
8 Rest tomorrow as and when I get the information about that road thing. This might be postponed till Monday as they might have an
9 Write soon. In the same vein.
—– Original Message —–
From: Rahul Sharma>
To: Rajesh Kumar Sharma <RAJESH@DCPBHARYANA.COM>; Rajesh Kumar Sharma <email@example.com>; RAJESH KUMAR SHARMA
<Rajeshji@haryana-online.com>; Rajesh Kumar <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent: Thursday, August 22, 2002 10:35 PM
Subject: Long Mail
Print this mail so you can follow up the points.
Call me some day, Will you???
Kerela. INDIA. 685 531
It was love at first sight! I met him in 1979 and we became best of friends.
In 1981, he changed the school and I raised my tantrums to be shifted. I was, as usual!
1982 end, I was admitted in The Daly College, whined about the hostel life and returned to Delhi in 1984. 700 kms and 2 years away from my “love at first sight friend!” We were 9.
That is when our friendship started, to use Ashar’s words.
I had a vague idea of his home address and I wrote him a letter and he responded.
Over mails, till 1988, our friendship continued to become deeper. We met briefly in 1988 and by 1991 I had become a मंत्री-पुत्र and joined my parents for the first time in my life.
The perk of leaving my Delhi friends was STD phone! Nearly free. (Monthly limit, Rs. 20,000, not too much)
An अंकिलजी since 1979; an inspiration since 1991; CLL fighter since 1996 a friend since 2001.
Mr. Ataul Ghaffar is being sorely missed!
Every moment reminds of his overwhelming presence with his attention to AND persistent follow-up of the minutest detail!
Bhopal is my The-Mandatory-Stop when crossing equator of India. Sometimes, due to exigencies beyond my control, I had to cross it, half heartedly!
Never ever did I cross Bhopal, in train, without him delivering the most amazing kababs and roti made by Rafia Aunty. Be it bitter winter or pouring rain. He would be there on his trusty हमारा बजाज चेतक। People would peer out of their sheets to sniff out the source of the nearly-magical aroma! Sniff and look at my resolutely indifferent (mean) countenance, sigh and go back to sleep!
He would come to pick me up at all odd hours from the railway station. Only once I took a taxi from the airport because it was a surprise visit when I had to escort the couple to Delhi in Bhopal Express. It was one of the worst days of this life that I am not too interested in, lately. The return-train was empty due to terrorism of press and that was the first time I decided to sport a BIG tilak; a BIG symbolic tilak.
This could be a confessional! My Bua, who raised me like her own son, used to complain that it seems that I come to Uncle and visit her whereas it should be the other way round! So, we hit upon a novel idea! I would not brush my teeth and rather luxuriant head of hair, after spending 3-4 days at Ghaffar place and then he would drop me at the railway station at the time of arrival of the train and I would happily be driven to my relatives’ place! Not that I resented going there but this is to just emphasise on my heart’s priority. I hope she forgives me for this sleight!
Originally posted on Diversity Chronicle:
By Werombi Towradji
“Every male is a legitimate target. Every male is a rapist and an abuser of women! There are no exceptions! Even little boys will grow up to one day abuse women in some way or another. They too are legitimate targets.” So said young Anna Feldman in a politically charged “woman-ifesto” released over the internet hours before she grabbed an M-16 military style assault rifle and began her one woman war on patriarchal sexism at her college.
Many Feminists and Human Rights activists agree with Feldman; all males are potential rapists and they justly deserve to die for their collective crimes against women. Unfortunately, Feldman did not limit her killing to males. Several women were seriously injured and several died during her attack at Washington Progressive Community College.
Because Anna chose not to limit her attacks to men only, her actions remain controversial among feminists and progressives…
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The reality: bogus statistics, feminist victimology, and university-approved sex toys
It’s a lonely job, working the phones at a college rape crisis center. Day after day, you wait for the casualties to show up from the alleged campus rape epidemic—but no one calls. Could this mean that the crisis is overblown? No: it means, according to the campus sexual-assault industry, that the abuse of coeds is worse than anyone had ever imagined. It means that consultants and counselors need more funding to persuade student rape victims to break the silence of their suffering.
इन विराट उल्लू-के-पठ्ठओं को क्या कभी समझ आएगी? राष्टवाद के नाम पर देश की नाक कटा रहे हैं!
No one can identify the parody and the stupid account based on this Vatican post from the real account.
If the real page was, indeed, deleted, can you blame facebook’s operator and not Swamy for nurturing such delusional/marijuanical विराट विचार?
गाए हमारी माता है, सांड़ हमारा बाप!
I am cooking some stir-fry beef marinated in Soya+Fish sauce and lemon juice.
Later, I will take the peelings from the vegetables (that I have collected over the last few days) to the nearby Shiv-Mandir and feed them to the cows.
Am I a good Hindu, Bhaskar Gaur?
Wow! I have got a new Samsung iPhone GT-S7562!
One of my Yahoo friends, Ronit (http://thescurvydawg.wordpress.com/2014/09/21/fuck-you-google-and-goodbye/), has successfully got google out of his life. I am sure that I will succeed, too.
I cannot copy files to my Ubuntu system as it has been abandoned by google! What is new?
meebo, YouTube (the original), Wildfire, Mashable and what not (https://www.google.co.in/search?num=100&newwindow=1&safe=off&client=ubuntu&channel=cs&q=companies+acquired+by+google+and+shut) (Do not hit me with that in which I used google to search that things!)! All Acqu-hired by google and then kicked both in the face and testicles, together-together.
Originally posted on An Insight into my Hindside...:
I was introduced to Google back in school, when it was just a search engine. Now it has its fingers and feet in almost every product/service category and is undoubtedly the market leader in most of them.
After Google search, I started using Gmail, then Google Chrome. It was only by chance that I didn’t buy an Android handset (almost bought the T-Mobile G1 once) and I am glad I didn’t. Google is evil. Google is at the moment, what Microsoft was in the 90s. Ruthless and evil.
Google has the right to read through your e-mail, use that information however it pleases and targets ads depending on the text in your e-mail. Also Google has deliberately not supported Windows Phone for years.
So a few months ago, I decided to say “fuck you” to Google and start moving away from all Google products. OneDrive replaced…
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Modi Bhakts are really some thing. Got this message.
“Finally Japan’s Bullet train has come (for trial) to India.
In the picture the train is at Billimoria station in Gujarat. Naturally people are crowding to see it.
Hats off to our PM Narendra Modi.”
Bullet train drumming on broad gauge??? Actually, Hats off to Modi San! And where is my Gaanjaa Sandwich?
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Something that amazed me! Height of Customer Service.
ModiJi DOES stand a chance of changing the country by technology.
#Hi Rahul Ji
This side Rajesh, tour & travels,paschim puri, I just conform that u hire taxi Innova by me for
dehradun. Its comfortable or some issue. If any issue pls contact me any time.
THAT’s empowered dialogue.
Let’s hope our HH also changes.
I know there’ll be no readership/response as no girly photo. Bhakton!
This is The CLOSEST that a magazine article has come to express my feelings on my asshole friends and relatives. “Chhotu? Toone hamaara computer phhir se kharaab karr diyaa??”
By my calculations, about 96 percent of all computer repairs are done, not by the local computer guy or the Geek Squad, but by The Friend Who is Good With Computers. Often that friend is nothing more than an average computer user who knows how to look up error messages on Google, but it doesn’t matter — once they become known as TFWIGWC, they will get the call every time something goes wrong. And they will fix it, probably for free, because TFWIGWC pities you.
Still, any time a bunch of TFWIGWCs get together and share their computer repair horror stories, you learn that there are certain things their “customers” do that make them want to ram their head through a wall.
Just like this unsubstantiated story, the internet is rife with such videos.
That video, in my post, or at least the appeal, turned out to be fake.
That is why I wondered if this was also a very old/fake video.
Last night, my first thought on seeing the video was that these were orphans and saying that share fast so that the parents could reach the hostel sounded like -“Bhaiyo Behno… Sale ke aakhri 2 din. 2000 k@a maal sirf 95.99 mein. Jaldi karein!”
and that was not untrue, either!
Sorry buddy, they, the spammers got the best of you and your insaaniyat!
I hope that we learn this new “Internet ki Choo banane ki Ability” ka lesson!
Today’s kids will have really weird yaadein. Actually, I doubt if they’ll have any, at all. Nearly all ALL the kids I have seen, from Kashmir to Kanyakumari (literally) have spent the entire evenings watching Doremon. It is so sad and scary!
We used to conduct Auditions for a movie in a basketball court. It adjoined a park where all the rides were rusted and broken. The watchman told me, the last kids to play in that park left ~10 years ago, about the same tine when Cartoon Network was launched in India. It is so Bloddy sad and depressing, seeing guilty time-deprived parents take the support of Chinese Toys and giving unrestrained access to their kids to these TV shows.
I don’t want to live in this world anymore!
How viperous this appropriately named, menacingly evil, sexual harasser is! “Hunter”. He started by kissing his classmate’s hand. Poor girl shall be traumatized for the rest of her life. But, rejoice. She is safe now. Hunter Yelton has been expelled from school and today and in the remaining future, till InterNatz lives, the entire world and its schools shall know about this Hunter paedophile whose photo is all over the internet and has “sex-offender” written over his school record. By the time he starts getting erections, in another 6-8 years, methinks, he would have been completely disciplined and admitted to the Gynophobiaized innards of maledom. To make a better start, get this man chemically/surgically castrated ASAP. Whether or not it makes him the next Ted Bundy, we don’t have to worry. He is a man, after all and can take care of all his emotions. Long live femiNazism.
After a long time, I had to visit online resources for a ticket booking and I was reminded of my “Kiruba incident” with sense of closure is still deluding me. It always does. Even after 20 years.. The
Neither My Dear Niraj, the CMO of ClearTrip nor did anyone else bother to respond to the following email.
He, The Hallowed CMO, along with that bloddy-agent, Shringarpure, could have pretty easily asked me, “dear Mr. sharma, Go fondle urslf.” (The English could have been theirs, going by the professional levels of ClearTrip.com)
But they both chose to not respond. Or escalate. I guess I won that round. Ex-parte! Right?
Here is the entire bull, in public domain.
Why so late? Guess I am pretty vella today, till the departure of the train, and it is going to be fun digging all the old emails and formatting them for the blog.
From: “Niraj Seth (email@example.com)”
To: “Rahul Sharma”Sent: Wednesday, 12 January 2011 6:33 PM
Subject: Because every trip has a purpose – Cleartrip.comDear Rahul,Since our launch in July 2006, Cleartrip.com has worked very hard to provide you extensive choice and a compelling online experience while booking your travel with us. I would like to extend my gratitude and thanks to you for your encouragement.
We have always believed that our brand would grow when co-created with our customers and today we launch our new TV campaign – ‘Every trip has a purpose’, which takes customer engagement to new heights. The campaign vividly captures real travelers across the length & breadth of India sharing “their purpose of travel”I hope you like the campaign. Look forward to your feedback.Regards.Thanks
CMO – Cleartrip.com
Subject:Re: Because every trip has a purpose – Cleartrip.com
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (email@example.com)
To: Niraj Seth.
Date: Thursday, 1 December 2011 12:22 PM
Subject : Re: Because every trip has a purpose – Cleartrip.com
CISF has never bothered to reply.
I am filing some RTI applications and then initiating a PIL for getting this right to carry arms restored.
Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2012 05:58:28 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re: DMRC
From: Rahul Sharma
Dear Madam / Sir,
I am a civilian and possess a valid All-India licence for a firearm.
Ever since January 2012, there has been a ban on civilian arms-licence holders riding the Delhi Metro, after making an entry in an Arms Register.
4PM on the Court is the latest baby.
Manik arrives from Chandigarh after finishing his shift@Dell.com and we leave by 12 PM for this with Gaurav.
Photos to come, as they happen.
“A number of our loyal readers have criticized us for our front page headline on the verdict of the Allahabad High Court. (2 Parts To Hindus,1 Part To Muslims) … The headline in question was clinically accurate….” Here is the entire maan mera ehsaan disclaimer. Tech Help.
Just to begin with I would like to quote a Haryanvi idiom, “Aandhe ne aandhaa nahi kaha karte!” You do not call a blind man blind. I would like to vociferously juxtapose it to, “Gay aadmi ko gaandoo nahi kehte!” Please note that both the idioms are as (or even more) “clinically accurate” as the headline observations by Times of India on 1st October, 2010. All they are capable of doing is inflame the hurt sentiments of the Andha / the Gandoo or someone else, too sheltered from everyday Hindi. (N.B. Asshole is a fine word, though. Even on the dinner table. So is “Oh Shit, Mummy! Aaj phir Arvi banayi hai! What the Fuck!”).
Words from Soumya .
“Honest is the first word that comes to my mind when I think of Rahul. It was a true pleasure training him because of his keen interest in the training. It didn’t seem like he was sitting there because he was paid to do so. He actually wanted to learn. That is the best a trainer can get – urge to know more.
My Dearest Ajay.
Here is a small ABSOLUTELY TRUE INCIDENT for you and all others like you who must have received a lot of BlackBerries (I LOVE Strawberries) and Windows Tablets (I only need Prozac and Viagra) and the $ 490,088,069 that I left with my Nigerian extra-virgin 19 year old wife before getting killed by Herr Kuoni Mbvutu Jhingalala, the former dictator of Kuduakarnam.
Yesterday I bought one REAL Cool and Well Fitting pair of Sunglasses; Powered and Most suitable for Biking…
As soon as I paid I realized that they shall cost me 360 Rupees a year if I do not pay my Credit card Bill…..
I Came Home and cooked my Credit Card…
Using Zippo LighterFluid!!!
Out Of Never Never Nest Syndrome ………..
Looks like victory of Fight Club… Happy!!! Ra.
It comes from here.
Thus asketh Nitin Soni :- Why do women think that men are dogs and can think of nothing else but sex and that every erection without any action is like wasted Garden of Eden? Why do women also think that men do everything because they want to score with the woman in bed? Can we be JUDGED only by the size of our balls? …My anguish is at generalized thoughts as they continue to haunt and hound the MOST honest and sterilized of our breed. Worst is, we cannot even defend.
Edd left India in 1998. Following is his Hindi comment on facebook.
Rahul Sharma My next to-watch musical movie, the poster of which I just saw in Bahadurgarh. “Ek baar bajaaoge naa?”
They get into a verbal, disenchanting fight at 3 AM and he walks out of her house.
She, on phone, “Hello baby! What are you doing?”
He, “Reading Indian Express.”
She, “Baby, I am getting ready to take a bath and then go to the Police Station for a rape FIR against you.”
Puff the Magic Dragon
This song *NEVER* fails to bring that odd-childish tear in my tired old eyes. So much so, I refrain from listening to this song in public!
Now the question that bothers me for QUITE a few years (Since Denali Training.), off and on, is: who am I?
Copied and pasted from FaceBook.
Is every *M*iddle finger worth it’s 3.2 grammes of weight that you KNOW that you don’t deserve?
From today’s IndianExpress.
Libra : – Most of the pieces should now have been fitted into an emotional jigsaw. There may be one or two items still causing some doubt, and if you have any sense you will rely on your experience rather than vague hopes. And that’s before you even begin to apply your abundant common-sense.
“Doobi doobi aankhon mein hain, sapnon ke saaye;
Raat bhar apne hai, din mein paraaye.”
My Father presented me with His Digital Diary, Casio SF-R20 in 1993. He took a backup of it in his newer model and gave the thing to me with all its paraphernalia, the two memory cards and the data cable et al.
I was pretty sure that He shall be with us for ever and hence pressed the Master Reset button that was under the battery panel.
It took me some years and by 2003, it had about 1300 names and addresses and a lot many birthdays and other events.
His data is with me in one of the memory cards that I keep in my briefcase.
That is a different tangent.
Yesterday I went to the marriage and later reception of Jaideep, son of Gursharan Uncle. I met many of my Father’s old friends and was especially impressed by the unforgettable social skills of Raman Saluja and his devoted wife.
Had two large ones of Smirnoff Vanilla on both occasions. Came home and slept.
Now come the dreams! Weird ones.
I went to the voting booth early as to avoid the rush. I should not have!
There are 20 votes at our address. (My Father was an MLA from this constituency and hence many people got themselves registered at our address)
ALL the names were there except mine!
Tried to inquire with the officials and they said, “It is not there and that is it!”
Who is responsible for this fiasco?
Yet another sleepless night.
It is 6 AM now. Unless I knock myself out, sleep does not endorse/embrace me in my present condition! And knocking myself out is something I am trying OH so hardly hard, not to do. For how long? I would really love to know. For how long?
A Woman’s Work is Never Done
Early in the morning she rises
The woman’s work is never done
And it’s not because she doesn’t try
She’s fighting a battle with no one on her side
She rises in the morning And she works ’til way past dusk
The woman better slow down Or she’s gonna come down hard
Early in the morning she rises
The woman’s work is never done
Women, of our times, are liberated. Working side by side with men and machines. At times, 24×7 shifts, as in call centers and other BPOs.
Methinks, all companies try to make their product look better and costlier/expensive-er/un-cheaper than it actually is.
However, this pen that I got form Ahmadabad is a total paradox!
The dear designers at Zhenjue (there is no website) have actually worked on the design to make it look less expensive than it is.
This one looks like a gel pen, replete with the ink-tank markings that are found on most of the pens of this category.
Here it is, with the cap closed. However, once we open it, what do we see?
How many online-networks
Must one join
To have arrived?
… …is being with YOU… …
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
And the answer shall blow in the wind.
There is quite a lot that has happened over these few months and might even be written over here and shared.
Especially about my coming to Aapdo Aamdabad (Our Ahmedabad) and the various experiences.
However, whenever I sit with this page in front of me, I get BLANK.
Today, again the same happened. For how long, I do not know. :-(
Lets try to fill in the Blanks..
After shifting to Aapdo Aamdabad I am working day shifts after working night shifts for sooo long in Good Gaanva and may be this is one big reason that I am drawing BLANK.
I want to write about so many things but then something new happens and I am not sure which one should I be writing about. I mean I end up composing sentences and then I delete them thinking “who cares”. But then I sit down again next time thinking “Well! some do and at least I will get someone thoughts on the happening in my life!”
Do I compare the Dilliwallahs and the Dil_lee(but never dee)_walis with “I a m not sure anything about them” Aamdabad wallahs and walis OR do I write about my recent “SPIRIT less” life or do I write about the Mumbai attacks that everybody is talking about or may be how the Dilliwallahs and Aamdabaad waallahs differ in their reaction to Mumbai.