So Khanna and I were wandering around aimlessly when we landed up at the Bougainvillea Garden in Sector 3, Chandigarh. The park look deserted and both of us were in a senti mood. So we decided to just sit there and let the worries slip away. But once we got inside, we spotted a number …
Some pictures of me… I clicked them myself… with my cellphone.
So Anjum called me up around midnight yesterday and asked me to accompany Him, Abhit and Khanna for a short trip uphills.
Its 18th of August, 2006. Rahul is coolly sitting on his PC cleaning up the Google Desktop Index. Suddenly he looks at his cellhpone. Along with the usual mesages from Laddi, Abhit etc. there’s another message from an unkown number which simply says “Hi”. Fuck the third person now… Now I replied with a normal message …
So we bunked our final lecture (Chemistry) because its too much of a torture. I can’t understand what the stupid woman says. So it was better to leave. We decided to play basketball. Now most of the guys who bunked along with me didn’t know how to play basketball except for Rajbeer. After waiting for …
Well I just heard this awesome track. Excellent vocals, hilarious lyrics and catchy music. Now this isn’t for the one’s who hate the desi abuses and prefer the F word. Gaand Mein Danda or GMD has been sung by the band bodhiTree. The members of the band are students of XLRI Jamshedpur. See… even intelligent …
Today was my first day at college. I wasn’t that excited this morning because of something that happened in the past. So I got up in the morning… barely! I am used to getting up late… say around 11AM and even 8AM was early for me. Neverthless, I got up and went to the loo. …
Now here’s a hilarious piece of news… Security Breach at the Prime Minister Manmohan Singh’s Residence. Yes, two hotties along with a gay looking bloke entered the Prime Minister’s residence, 7 RCR (Race Course Road). They drove up to the main gate in a black Sonata which bore the registration number “DL4C V 0006“. The …
I was just listening to a couple of old songs from the time when I was 10 or 12 years old. But this time around they weren’t just a mix of good voices and beats. . . they actually made a lot of sense. Although I knew the lyrics, it seems as if I just …
Its raining. . . Yes, it is. There exists a God. I was actually sick of sleeping in the AC. Now the windows and the door to the backyard in my room are open. Its heavenly. . . bloody pleasant.