Of Dreams and Dreamer

This is just what I believe about my life. Sometimes when I think about it I feel what an ass I have been to play with so and the next second I think whatever I have done is correct either it was love, friends, education, investment, job or anything in between.

Some of you may say that my last post was about what all we think and how our life should be. But guys forget it not that we often look back and cherish that happy moments, cry on those sad moments but its not always but just once in a while. So it was one of those days when I was thinking how have I fared in life.

Than came this realization that I have hurt of loads people down the lane. One of them was a Dream. It was the time when Google Mail was the new kid on the block and yahoo was the biggest star on the horizon. Half of the world thought that yahoo and msn chat is best thing happened to us after telephone J, including yours truly. I was in my 3rd year of engineering and the yahoo chat rooms recorded much more attendance than college classes. It was not just type and talk chat but it was full duplex voice chat (sometimes I love those techie jarons). Most of us used to play antrashri and talk out heart out. There I met this girl who had a chat id not so common.

She had a name, which meant Dream and it was truly like dream that I met someone online and talked. It was fun and than I started getting calls. The numbers from which the calls came was unknown to me but the voices were known. They were the same people who I have met online and talked and one of them was Dream. The same Dream I have talked to and wanted to see in life. But as the saying goes “ man proposed and god deposed” it was same with me some problem and we parted out ways without meeting.

So a story long forgotten remain in the Dream and I became a Dreamer. Thank you my Dream where ever you are. Sorry for whatever I have wrong.

Working my @$$ off!!

If you are made to work like a donkey and paid peanuts what will you do. Leave the company or ask for less work and a pay hike. isn’t it?

But there is another way you can get your money back. How? well its much simpler than above said things. Go ahead and do what i do. Either do less work or start a social life of your own or you can do both.

It seems that most of the salaried people are either working like hell so that they can save for their future. but the forget that its the present what matters the most not the future. I have seen people thinking about their future and the forget what they have got in hand. Guys enjoy and try to find happiness in what you have got.

Few days back some of we friends went for bowling. Instead of thinking that is it worth its better to take a plung let us see if it was worth of. and after we were done we felt the the time spent was worth the money spend. It was fun seeing the 10 pins falls. For most of us were either first or second timers. But we took and chance and it was what we thought that our present is what we can enjoy nor its our future neither our past which we can do anything to.

I remember one line from some movie it was goes something like this ” We crib at our past and worry about future. Its like standing on the two boats called Past and Future and pissing on our present.”

Guys work like you dont have to work tomrrow but make sure that when you party you party like there would not be another like this for a long time. Cherish every good moments and remember bad one when you are in DEEP SHIT and think if i can get out that one than i can get out of this too.

8 and Me!!

The number eight is something i can associate myself with. though my birthday falls on 29th but my first tag had something to do with 8 things. Chronic Writer has named me 8. PM. and again i am tagged by Happy Kitten and it has to do with 8 things.

Eight things I am passionate about:
1. Computers
2. Internet
3. Ciggarette (Yeah i am still trying to quit)
4. Friends
5. Shares trading (I am a noobie in this field)
6. Chatting
7. talking to friends
8. Blogging (Reading and Writing)

Eight things I want to do before I die:
1. Bungee Jump
2. Get Married
3. Get my Parents on a world tour
4. Love some one more than myself
5. Quit smoking
6. Have a house of my own
7. Enroll for a masters degree and finish it
8. Control my anger

Eight things I say often:
1. Fuck
2. Shit
3. Darling (To my Rommies)
4. Malik (To friends)
5. Good Morning (When i reach office and after i wake up)
6. Humm (when i am just listening)
7. Kya Dost
8. Arey kya naam hai tumhara

Eight books I have read recently:
1. to 8. Some other novel. Not a single book pertaining to my study

Eight songs I could listen to over and over:
1. Most of the bubbly and soulful songs of kishor da
2. I’ll be missing you by puff daddy and Faith Evans
3. Tum mere khawabo mai aa na sake – Na tum jano na hum.
4. Most of the songs by K.K. (of the yarron yahi dosti hai)
5. Some songs of Bryan Adams
6. Afreen afreen by Nusrat fateh ali khan
7. any thing with a nice tune and hummable lyrics. There are loads to be added to this list

I Tag Chronic Writer, The Time Pass Of India, Things to live about, and You Too Brutus


this is a quick post when i am drunk as a regular drukard. shit full of bacardi which was finished by 3 of us. the finale was a neat(raw, for some), with a dash of lemon and salt. You people must be thinking why so much of spirit. it was the annual day of my of my roomie’s company.  so to celebrate we had a party at my place.  I also wish to apologizes to all those people who dont want me to drink but it was just remove the mental strain. I hope u will pardon me.and as far as the post tilted “Will i be” is concerned i happy to tell that the matter is on the safer side on the line. thanks to all of you for having faith in me. tough the matter is not yet closed more updated will be coming up later. Let me introduce a new blog writer on this blog, named Deepa. she would be writing on the same location but its her will when she write. hope you guys appreciate her writing talent. she is poetess in making, and most of her poems are in hindi. i will try to translates her poems english, if she writes anything poetic.Till than keep drinking at ur home and let world be a safe place to live in. 


How will you feel when you are raped twice just in 30 hours duration. That too just after the office hours. well the first time i went voluntarily in the den and second time it was an innocent invitation that led from one thing to other and before I can think anything i was inside the den.

If you are thinking how come guys be raped ever heard of “getting screwed.” Without much delay lets start the with the first time. It was the holy day of thursday time 5 pm venue the company auditorium, reason – quiz competition. It was a 25 question GK quiz and me and my friend were able to answer all. the only problem was that we got 2 right.

It was an average day at office today i reached at 11 am and than had round of coffee. Checked the mails by the time it was 12:45, went for a lunch, had a hearty lunch of kerla parota and capsicum baby corn curry, with a glass to juice to drown it down, came back at 2 and time for a good night sleep. Look i am working too much these days. was kicked by a guy to wake up at 4 to go and play TT. after coming back one of my colleague asked wanna meet some one. I said sure. and off we went. Just to be found the den of a direct marketing guy. Locked inside a room with guys. Mind Fu(ked for 2 hours and i was oh no where the hell i am stuck. god save me. hope i am much more careful next time. so that people cant rape my head like this.