Some starts.

A new beginning ... - New Delhi / December 2011.

Classic.

Dear Females.

I'm fed-up, Done. Finished. I always hear stories about girls not being able to trust guys because they cheated, or treated them bad. I always hear stories of girls saying that they just dont want to be with the guys because of past relationships. Say that you are actually waiting for a "good guy" etc. But why the fuck when you do get a good great guy you choose to ignore him ?. Call him your best friend or some shit like that and when he falls for you, you give him some bullshit that you are not ready for it, you cant trust again !.... then in two hours you are with screwing some asshole who clearly didnt give a fuck about you before. Dear females , the good guys are like out there, you are just making us scarce ...

Sincerely
New Guy or rather new found asshole.

Milan - The same world.

Last night - 12th October 2011.

Khushi jo baton mein thi,
Khuli woh batein sabhi
Sab bhula ke phirbhi chala mein
Duniya ki rasmein bhula kein
Mujhko jo himmat mili .... Mere andar badti rahi.

A night that started as guy night, didnt end that way.

When you wake up in the morning, you have no clue what the fuck happened last night ?, and you keep questioning it, in all the struggle to regain consciousness you are also trying to search for your shirt, which you had last night, You realize you cant find your shirt, partly because of the massive headache that you have, you hit your toe on the bed, and you shout " Fuck ! aghh ", you hear a grunt from somewhere, its at that moment, you realize that you don't know the people that are sleeping around (Floor,Table, Gas Stove, Washroom) in the apartment, which is actually meant for two people according to the municipality.- That is Milan for you.

P.S - Thank the almighty for inventing coffee, to cure hangovers because they are sometimes so bad that you need a friend (Rohit Bhoite) , to just hold your brain in your skull.# Kyonki har friend zaroori hota hain.

Lo stesso giorno, stessa routine.

If you wanna make god laugh, tell him your plans of tomorrow.

Giambalino 141

Last night, 26th July - 3 Am

Smriti : Mereko yaar samajh nahi aata relationship ka funda kya hain ?
Rohit : Relationship is like - 30 days trial , refund shedule hota hain, jisko chahiye toh theekh hain, jisko nahi chahiye woh wapas kardeta hain.
Me : ROFL ! .. hahahahahahaha

The sensible night.

Kahin baadalon mein ghoomein

Kahin aasmaan ko choomein
Kahin sultanat ko paa kay
Mein na jaanoon ray
Kisi ko taraana sunna kay
Kisi ka parcham lehra kay
Apni ghulami samaa kay
Mein na jaanoon ray

Is duniya ko kaisey choroon mein
In rahon pay kaisay jaoon mein

Uno , Due , Tre , Quattro, Cinque , Sei - Chudiyaap : Drama...

Travel is something that makes me learn quite a lot about the outside world, the people , the culture , the attitude towards design, the architecture , the women etc. It also teaches me as to what all things can happen wrong while travelling.
I have been travelling outside Milan since the 7th of this month, and believe me it is worth it. All the drama, the chudiyapaa ! it is totally awesome, in plain simple words the tragedys that can happen when you have travelling with an attitude of just having a napsack on your shoulders, and walking around in the streets is simply awesome.

Bilal, A dear friend from Dubai is here in Italy, so i am travelling with him, according to him and the rest of the world as well, i am the most disorganized individual he has seen. The following has happened since the past 4 or 5 days of this expedition.

1. Leaving Milano on the 8th morning to reach Venice, was a kickass place. Bought return tickets like deligent and smart fucks !, had lunch in Venice, left for the station, reached 20 minutes early so chilling in Venice Station, 10 minutes before the departure figured out we had lost the tickets and left it at the restaurant.

2. Bought tickets for Venice to Modena, Long train i decided to sleep, had to change the station at stop called Bolognia, woke up , was trying to get out of the train, got delayed coz of some moronic women tripping on the corridor, passage for the exit, by the time i managed to reach the exit, doors were shut. Bilal outside the train and i am inside.... Bilal chasing the train ... i am shouting in the train ... Bilal dissapeared from my sight and so did the train from his point of view.
I shouted someone, anyone .... pull the chain ! behenchod pull the chain ! ....
but then all was silent when someone just whispered, there is No chain, this train is electronic.
Fucked, royally fucked. I reached a place called Firenze which i was supposed to go the next day, 70 kms away from Bolognia (Bilal), somehow managed to contact Bilal , changed trains and we finally met in Modena in the wee hours of the morning.

3. Woke up in Modena, and decided no more drama, no more chudiyapaa, woke up fresh and continued our journey, with the help of a map, and few residents managed to reach the bus station, great! ... We infact reached 45 minutes earlier, started talking, passing away time.
I kind of figured out later we had waited for more than 2 hours for the bus, the bus had decided not to turn towards the bus station or maybe our luck from last night was still haunting us.
Anyways, like proper citizens we are, we said to each other in our Italian accent.
Fine , No problamo ! Takxi, in another hour we realized there are no taxi;s in Modena.
We hitchhiked, found a Nigerian guy who was ready to drop us to a place called Maranello, he was coal black, had gold teeth and a lot of bling all over him, had a black color Opel, with tinted glasses, he was exactly what you would have seen in the african godfather movie, anyways we did sit in the car and decided to try our luck, i was sitting in the front, all was well till the time we reached the highway where i noticed something troubling my foot, it was a butcher;s knife with some stains on it, we were done, I actually got flashbacks of my life, sex love dokha no its the other way around, Love - Sex.- Dokha, all the things that i had done in Milan, Dubai, Delhi, all were a flashback.... My family, friends, ex girlfriends, all were a flashback for the next 10 minutes, I really felt i am done for, i am dead and so is Bilal, our bodies in some roadside tree hanging , and hopefully reaching Dubai. I actually woke up from my flashback with a loud screech on the road and the man saying in his hoarse voice " Broda , Modeana Stazione ", all i could say was Grazie to him and moved on, still shaking.
Later i discussed it with Bilal, he incidently had started reciting the quran in the car.

4. All things are fine, decided past is past , move on, lets be more careful this time, reached Firenze (Florence) together, reached the hostel, had a bath, chilled for sometime, decided to go to the city centre and check out the city, chill for sometime, very happily we went, least realizing that camera battery was not in the camera. Lag gaye ! ...
This wouldnt had been enough, realized that we had got late in our whole ordeal of knowing Florence that the bus timings were over, to reach back meant another 10 kms.
This is what i had done, : Hitchhiking, i dont need to say anymore, even though it was a women driving this time, i was shit scared.

5. Finally from Florence we left for Pisa, and this is where i am writing this post from. its 12.30 here, the day is over, but then how can it get over without a chudiyapa, here is what happened.
We reached Pisa around 5 pm all tired after walking non stop for 5 hours, found the hotel after a lot of struggle of map reading, reached the place all hoping for a bed and some sleep, and the receptionist says " sir , i am sorry your booking was for yesterday not today, we dont have rooms today" fucked , screwed. We had no other option besides the fact to look for some other options, managed to reach another place, got settled, finally relaxed that the day is coming over, where i again realized my itenary sheet, my diary of important numbers all over Italy, i have left it at the old hotel where our booking got fucked,

This is where I am now, I am lost, tired and still yet smiling, coz honestly this trip till now has been kickass, so much of drama, so much of chudiyaap....Lol, even though it was stressful yet totally kickass.

6. Hoping to reach Rome tomorrow, safe and sound with less of Drama and Chudiyaap, Ciao

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"Experience : The name i give to my mistakes"- Apurv

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" Life ke mere teen tadki ... - Roti , Kapda aur ladki ... " - Hardik Amin ...

A night with Maria ...

"Smoke the hookah and tell me how it feels. Open the small cloth bag called mind, pull out the hash called lust, put that in a chillum called faith and burn it with the fire called intelligence ....."

The new project for Danielle and Giorgia.

Pre - Milan

It is often said not to mix work and play ...

It is also said not to mix Submissions and Sex ! ... Behenchod ! Aghhh ...

Dubai_anniversary .

‎2 nights of mad insanity .... Who gets drunk at someone else's function ! ...

Cheers to Mom and Dad ...
Cheers to Delhi / Amritsar.

Dubai > Milan ! ...

P.S - Soon New Delhi ! .. :) Pallavi

Friday Night at Calone.

A statement " yaar , Milan ke baad mein kya karoonga tum log ke bina , ill forget how to laugh " - Hardik Amin ...

Note - Met Supriya in Milan, met her for the 1st time last night, however with connections from Delhi , Dubai , Ahemdabad..... Lol , i know her from before.

After ages ....

Night Lamp. @ Submissions.

Apni toh jaise taise, thodi aise ya waise, Kat jayegi

aapka kya hoga , janab-e-ali ...

Faadu Dialogue.

She : Just relax, Take it easy.

Me : What the fuck babe ?, tomorrow mid revision, and i dont have anything on me to show in the presentation.

She : Just relax babe. I am there.

Me : So ?

She : So what ? , Babe listen all will be cool i know you , You will make it.

Me : Ghanta!! ill make it , I am doomed tomorrow morning.

She : What the hell is a Ghanta ? :S, You Indians invent new words everyday.

Me : Ghanta is, like you know ... out of frustration, and types.! .... Fuckk It !, It will take me ages to explain you .

She : Why are you shouting at me ? , Am i shouting ?

Me : Leave me alone , please fuck off.

She : What ? .. Apurv, please fuck off, .. if you are frustrated doesnt mean you take it on me .. I didnt do anything about it, .. Dont start it again .. dont i am warning you Dont ! .... Fucker Dont !!

And please do not bother to call me again, as i aint interested in your talks....

Me : Wtf ? , What happened to you all of a sudden ? .. I am sorry its just the pressure of work never ending..... What talks you talking about ? , What ? Babe, you are way difficult my ex's were never like this.

She: Welcome to adulthood babe, .. and a " Adult relationship, this ride is going to be bumpy and aint gonna be like any of your ex's ... "

Me: Lol

Old friends and true conversations.

apurv bhatnagar says

Talking about colors as you have just mentioned ...

I have realized what color of Bra, is a turnon for me ! ... Finally over the years i was quite confused

Its Red ! ...

Pulkit says

hahahahahahaahahahahaahahaha

Note - From where to where the conversation went .... Lol !

Delhi Destiny

We make mood boards in architecture and design for a client to understand what the project is all about.

If i had to make a mood board for my life at the moment, this song is apt for it. :)

A night to remember ...

22nd April 2011, will be remembered being the most kickass night ever.

• Sneha , Rohit, Hardik - Gambalino 101 ke second generation. Lol !
• The weird cocktail...
• The haircut sessions and graffiti ideas. @ Hardik
• The uncensored talks.
• The Milanese way.

Will be remembered... Will be remembered....

Sentiments ..

Woh hi subah phir se ....

Woh hi hain Dua phir se ...

Chuhein yeh aasma phir se...

Phir sein Wohin hon yaqeen ...

Dilli ... :)

For something that you wished .

Milan , This blog is full of posts of Milan, there is nothing i can do about it, this city is full of surprises each and every day. For example :-

Today on 20th April 2010 - Got a call from SpaceMatrix - Singapore, Got a project in Mumbai and Delhi coming up soon, I have to travel to Mumbai and Delhi in May. 10 days in Delhi, and 5 days in Mumbai.

Could i have asked anything better ? ...

My first job assignment, and that too my home city.

Hahaha ! ...

Dilli !

Poster

At Salone Del Mobile , its great to see so many things and learn from them ....

Just saw a poster at Via Brera ...

Take chances, tell the truth , Date someone totally wrong for you, Say No, Spend all your cash , Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you . Sing out loud. Laugh at stupid jokes. Cry. Apologize. Tell how much they mean to you. Tell an asshole what you think. Laugh till your stomach hurts. Live life....... Regret Nothing.

Agenda ...

The place we rock next week ... Amsterdam ... :D

Snapped Strings

Whatever you have in your mind - Forget it,

Whatever you have in your hand - Give it

What is to be your fate - Face it.

An Excitement ...

Woh hi samah firse, woh hi silsile phirse, .

woh hi imtahe firse , Firse hum hi wahi khade ...

Dil mein basi himmat nayi

Itna mushqil nahi hain phir toh manzil ko paana ...

aage bade har pal yuhi ....

Ho Ha Indiaaa ... Aaya India ...

P.S - Inshaallah , Beer on Wednesday Night ..:)

Europa !

So it thus happened that , a confused and mind fucked guy had stepped in Milan few months back ...... Today i cant seem to recognize him...

Its Amsterdam Bitches ! ...

Milanese ...

Cosmopolitan and sophisticated, you enjoy the newest in food, art, and culture.
You also appreciate a good amount of grit - and very little shocks you.
You're competitive, driven, and very likely to succeed if you are into design.

You are Milano Bitch !

Some Red Wine Thought Board ...

Koi bhi na Kahe, Koi bhi na Sune

Dil ki baate Jon , Dil mein hi rahe ....

Welcome back to my world

This blog is somewhere where i write things that make sense to me or doesnt make sense to me, It doesnt always has to make sense right ? .. thats what Interior Design and Architecture has taught me in the last 4 years. My world is going through a massive roller coaster, where I dont seem to acknowledge what is around me, probably because i am terribly sick or probably just ignorant about it. The issues of March are not seeming to end, well the sickness doesnt.

1. Aditi and Rohit, ! - Egostic morons.

2. Fever, Cold, Running Nose ... - Life is a bitch

3. Gozde - Yes/No .. Maybe .. Wtf ?

4. Workshop - Never ending lighting debacle.

5. Natasha - Will go soon away , .. and i will cry later.

6. Clubbing/Pubbing - Strictly stay away from me. !

7. Medicines - Complete Whore !

Daaru

Bas aur nahi , mein aur nahi pee sakta, Enough alcohol in my system ...

Milan will kill me someday ...

P.S - Happy Birthday Natasha... :) I will take your liver someday

What a weekend ! ..

I was craving to come back to Milan and write, as this is what i like to do and express myself every now and then, Last 4 - 5 days have been totally wicked and crazy. It all started with Saturday morning 7 am , where i was woken up by Natu, as we had to leave for Venice that morning. Its a total miracle and highly unusual that we made it on time to Centralle Station, for the morning train , in fact we had the time to even have coffee and breakfast at the station, we anyways boarded the train 20 minutes before the departure, but then it never has happened that our lives, that everything goes smoothly, it turned out that only me and Natasha were on time, the rest whom we were supposed to go with were terribly late, ( Laura made it like 5 minutes before departure etc. ),

Anyways i slept throughout the next 3 to 4 hours, but was constantly disturbed or maybe distracted by Laura ... lol Anyways, reached Venice, what a city one of the most beautiful cities i have seen, the water,the lakes, the boats, it was great ... Clicked a lot of pictures and the Venice festival was epic, the women, the clothes, the costume, the masks, I wanted to get face painted, but instead opted for a

mask. Natasha also had a sexy looking black and white mask, Had lunch where Laura and many

other people around me got drunk with wine, ! ... Lol and then it all started,

Bitch and Bastard were the only words that came out of her mouth, it was epic, she really had lost it totally, it was crazy at the festival, the concert where we couldnt stop ourselves running around and be in the total venetian spirit of the festival, we left the city around 7 Pm and proceeded towards the station, as usual regarding trains in Italy, my luck is always a fuck up, the moment i reached the platform, the train was moving, and then all the running began, with Natasha leading the way, Laura in all her drunk-ness wanted to do something like a tom cruise stunt of taking a long jump or something and making the train stop as if to say - Stop Bitch, i haven't boarded you ! hahah !, i still remember looking at her while running, and noticing that she had assumed herself as spider-man or something having invincible spider webs, coming out of her hands, in order to stop the train to go.

Anyways, we managed to board it, and again slept as we were very tired, reached Milan, reached Ripa di Porta Tichenese, met Aditi had dinner with her, and then slept there only. The next morning, was infact a very troubled morning, Aditi woke me up, natasha woke up, it was one lazy sunday afternoon, however Monday was Natasha''s birthday, all plans to suprise the fuck out of her had started running in mine and Aditi's mind, we anyways came to a solid plan for the night, I got her

to Cologne intersection at 11.55 pm, Where there were 10 - 15 people giving her the best surprise she could every get, it was awesome, the cake, the wine, her happy face, ... the cold chilli winds, and then ultimately the local bar, at Cologne, had 3 cuba libres, and then i was fucked, i saw Aditi getting drunk on like 8 to 9 wine shots, there was no doubt she was not drunk as me and her already had 2 to 3 wine shots before we left for the surprise, at home…. haha, talk about chindigiri !!

All in all it was a great, night where I also managed to bang into a pole while walking back home with Rohit, the amount of alcohol in my system, and now paying the price of it, by sorting out a massive hangover.

Life and Matters in hand ...

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are those 'It might have been.'

Hi-Fi or Wife High ! ...

Naal milake aakhiyan, sanu kuriye na edan laare la ,

Sad la apni sakhiyan, te mitra da jee parchaa...

Mental Status

"I am sooo high, I can hear the gods muttering, ... " - Apurv

Plans Changed...

Today was a major change in decision making, I mean i was thinking about it since like the last 3 weeks but i had to end it somewhere, I was in two minds when i was at DA in the morning, weather to do it or not to do it, because it does cost a lot of money, but then i had to make a choice... I am writing this here, coz i know when i read it often here it will always stay on mind. I am leaving for Venice this Saturday , Sandra is damn excited about it too ! .. Yay !

Milan has been like the usual , super-awesome, It is agreed since we are going to be here for only a year, we should enjoy it to the max, but still there has to be some stage where it has to end, If Aditi and me wouldn't have thought about it, in one of our long walks, in the night we would never come upto such a decision.

We have to stop partying, and spend our money somewhere else, PERIOD ! ..

P.S - Screw you Rohit ! ..

.... Early Morning - Tuesday

Aa bhi ja ek baar , mere yaar sein na loote mere mann ka karaar !

Sar ke yeh pahad, Dariyon ke gherayon mein tujhe dhoondha hain ....

The relation and the Titles..

Some day i will leave Milano, and someday fuck i will go crazy without these guys, not to mention the fact that i do crazy with these idiots, every single time..there are these words that i have kept for them and is used every time to refer to their name, before i do forget these names eventually, i had to pin them down here.

My Bro - The mother (Maaaa, Tunna, Dewa,) for all ,- Rohit Bhoite

My Emotional advisor - (The babe, Wife, Sharma Madam, Nakchadi, Mutko, Lost) - Aditi Sharma

The Idiot fun one - (Layla, Totta, Natu, Found) - Natasha Agarwal

As it had to be ...

As i had expected, that is exactly how the conversation had to take place, be happy and be happy for everyone .. :), It had to happen because nothing happens without a reason and to give a reason is the most important thing, and i gave the reason.

What is the point of saying , I miss you anyways ? .. Lol !

Chill maar , Aage bado bete ! Life doesn't end anywhere, there are more beautiful things ahead which i am meeting exactly in 2 hours, Yay !

P.S - Its a good day, Sachin made 120 :D , England ki toh lag gayi !

An end for a new beginning ...

A super-duper workshop just got over, realized something during the workshop which was unusual, the things i see and i the things i think about are really not the same, how i fell for it i really have no clue, kind of scared and kind of worried about it....

It really does not solve all problems.....

I need to rewind time and go back in time to Dubai , DIAC, so that a phone-conversation wouldn't be so weird as it had happened that particular morning !

Let Me be Myself ...

Every now and then I need a state of isolation or maybe term it as seclusion, however these things dont really come out of the blue or something, its just that once in a month or so i would like to be alone to figure out a lot of things on my own, to explore the city on my own, to live it my own. I spoke to a classmate of mine about this, as she also felt the same way as me, since the time she has shifted base to Milan. She wants to be just alone, stare at a ceiling or something similar, staring point blank at a ceiling can freak out people who are around you, and thats perhaps why i dont do that, her reason is quite a lame one, according to her she wants this solitude from life and others around her because she just had a breakup with her boyfriend, for me i think of it as a physical solitude where you are forcing yourself to numerous attempts in order to remove distractions from life and probably concentrate on something else, that can be a bigger priority in life. kya lauda lasoon hain yeh ? .. complete behenchodgiri !

Why for one person stop your life, and come to a standstill as if there is nothing more left, it might have mind-fucked for you to talk /think/speak about that person but till when can you do that ? .. There will be a point where you have to get out of that comfort zone with a loud BANG !

There is nothing to be reminded off, till the time you are not an emotional fool to fall for it every single time, this mind is a dangerous weapon it does have its moments where it tries to wander around the same things again and again. If that person was meant to really come back, he or she would have come back, but then you cant really count your life on it, its too big a hassle and a much bigger head-ache than being single and living happy the way you want it, being single doesnt really mean to not date anyone, it is just an act where you seem to be in a relationship for yourself, but nothing more than that, it is just what you want at that particular moment not anything more and not anything less. The problems are when you talk of relationships, they dont really make sense to me, they are beautiful in their own way, but honestly the dating part is better where you dont seem to be emotionally attached with each other, that you are scared to say anything because it might seem to hurt another person.

You do have a super - duper life dont you ? I say super-duper life solely because the world has not ended, there are countless people you eventually meet, some good and some gandu ! , but all in all , it just teaches you important lessons in life which are supposed to be taken as lessons so as to not to commit them the next time something similar happens.

Probably take life as it comes, do things you always wanted to do, but couldn't because of your crappy commitments to other things, give your friends the importance they should be given because they will eventually be the ones who will be around for your tattoo art on your shoulder blades, for the numerous piercings on your body, for the times that you fall sick, for the times they want to drink, for the times you always want to have fun, for the times where you seem to be enjoying life to the max.

I always remember this song called Let me be myself - 3 doors down, infact me and Gozde do listen to it quite a lot these days, Gozde is the girl whom i work with these days with my present project, yes the beautiful eyes girl ...

Please, Would you one time let me be myself , So that i can shine with my own light ... let me be myself.....

These are the kind of lyrics that help you to get on with it, and do things that you always wanted to do, but didnt ................. coz you had to be answerable to someone.

Day and Nights

Milan | 12.48 am | Work | Workshop | Valentines Day | A Complete Waste of Time | Aditi | Alladin Pants | Rohit | Smarty Pants | Gozde | Beautiful Eyes | Natasha | Slim-Fat Issues in Life...

A new beginning ..

She is cute, she is beautiful in her own way , and she is totally bindaas about life...

Thankyou for this .... and you are welcome ..

Dreams .. What a fuck up !

Off-late i have been getting like very weird dreams with different scenarios, with different people ... and i swear i have been waking up every morning with a shocked expression on my face.

I had to tell someone, I had to discuss it with someone because now there is a problem i dont anymore get women doing awesome things to each other in my dreams.... So i wrote a post to Rohit and explained him the situation on Facebook, this is just a copy of that letter, i had tagged Natasha and Aditi as well since they too were in my dreams ...

Dude, Even though you have time to talk to your other friends and like totally ignore you give like a goli to me and Natasha Aggarwal , but then i have to tell you about this

Anyway, I had like the weirdest dream last night, it was like 2020 you and Aditi Sharma were like dating ( haha, told you it couldnt be weirder than this you had white hair and you had kids running across all over India and Italy and Dubai .. and London calling , Dad Dad .! ) You were driving the car , and me and natasha were like on the back seat , Aditi was angry with you because she wanted to get married to you couldn't get married , coz of your pending criminal investigation or something, and the fact that you will go to jail very soon. You had done like a major "catch me if you can" thing with the cops in Europe, so you couldnt get married to Aditi because aditi's parents didn't approve of it coz of you know your criminal investigation, you wanted to give yourself up to the cops but you felt Natasha was a undercover cop herself , and you were her friend, soo you felt police is in your pocket ...

Aditi suspected you were having an affair with Natasha, I had suspected it too coz that was like the only reason you were not behind bars, You knew i knew, I knew you knew .. so like chalta hain yaar types attitude tha...

but then you got angry for a reason , we were on the mountains, you were fed up of Aditi , you were fed of Natasha, well you were not fed up of me...

You put the car in 5th gear , drove it at a high speed.. and killed all of us by jumping of the mountain ... *asshole*

How dramatic .. ! hahahah

Zeb & Haniya, Bibi Sanam - Coke Studio

Workshops and Projects ...

Annoying ~ Yet Awesome ! ...

Bring it ON! BITCH !

Life aur uski Aankhen !

"Ye Zindagi Rangon mein Doobegi ....

Surmai Shaam ye Bhoolegi Na Kabhi ...

Koi toh Baaten Hon Aankhon Se Aankhon Ki ...."

Everything is relative

It started with her mood swings, i thought it was her monthly issues, however i was wrong she was made like that, she is like that, no-one can really change her and her views about anything.

P.S - I still love her the way she is ...

6th Feb 2010 ...

Kickass Clubbing at Cavalli - Milano ! - Bas , Enough ! ab aur nahi ...

Didnt end in a nice way though I realized babe has mood swings ! .. :@

The Glitches of Life...

To Delete from Facebook - Done

To Delete from Dubai - Done

To Delete from every phone - Done

To Delete from Family - Done

To Delete from Blackberry - Done

To Delete from Life - Done

To Delete from Aditi. Rohit and Natasha - Done

Listening to Aditi and Deleting from everywhere around and concentrate on Laura - Done

When things are so awesome, then why ? .. Why create complications ? ... Chill maar yaar !

Delete from Blogspot.com ? --- I cant (honestly, i tried i Google'd enough ,but due to some technical snags I cant) , Can you please ? ..

I came , I saw ... and I ran ....

They do say a lot, and they do express a lot. Some maybe fake, some are not so fake, Some express the freedom some express the intuition. Yes, I did make full use of the camera today, I clicked faces...

Come to think of it, DA doesn't have too many good looking girls, but thats not DA, that was like how Architecture and Design was made, When god had decided to allocate girls according to various professions, He fucked us over ! ... He gave the Fashion people, Management People, Medical People, Media people , IT people etc... all the awesome looking girls, and he decided to give us the left over.

Its like he was playing a practical joke on the design and architecture people, He had like a bet with all the other gods (his colleagues), over drinks or something as to how he can screw us completely. hahah !

Me and many other guys are paying for it, till now, Old fashion club house was an eventful night,things had to happen there, it was quite obvious, but then again to start with Shirley wouldn't be an appropriate choice, but its all good who cares ? .. ! Bindaas rehne ka

The way it is tonight , at 12.42 AM

Today i am in a very fully faltu mood, somehow life ka koi scene nahi ban raha, totally random mood , total random stuff. It doesn't make much of a difference though, i may not write it here but many days are like fully faltu these days.

Aaj ki taza khabar ...

Aditi claims uska mood aaj bahut Lost hain ... she seems lost somewhere and someplace, Sharma madam also is cribbing that I dont have sugar at home.

Rohit is super - happy as his IPhone seems to work, he is also an idiot that he got Non alcoholic Beer ...

Natasha is in her Happy - Go - Lucky mood today and is somehow trying to loose weight ... * i dont really see the point *

Gunjan is her normal self today , laughing at lame jokes primarily based on Sonal.

Lina is in Paris, enjoying the way she should , and not like US idiots sitting in Milan and doing nothing.

Hardik would be listening to Coke - Studio, and be in his Jango Mood .

Smriti would be considering to loose weight some way or the other, and would also be considering to buy a belt.

Mansi would be cribbing as her Birthday is over today.

Gozde would be in pain , as her tooth broke today, if she is like me she would also hate dentist's.

Laura would be considering to look at Apurv more closely , and consider his drooling eyes... haha

Eliona would be thinking of getting a bigger size of things ...

Hassan would be in Love - Sex aur Dokha mindset...

Cem would be trying to steal someone else's work, now maybe in Barcelona...

Mustufa , would be making a 3D of himself very very very ... soon

Charlie would be making plans as to how to stalk Aditi Sharma.

Kwaan would be putting some nailpolish , if he is at Gunjan's he would be putting some Pink and Yellow - courtesy Gunjan's roommate, Sonal

Yana would be trying to buy some brains from Ebay , and not only prettiness.

Mina would like to go back to her profile, and change some pictures.

Katerina would like to make an awesome awesome video, with nigh vision with Natasha.

George would be in his dreamworld to make a crappy project, with awesome dialogues to support it.

Sin Yun and Lee : They would be at home now and bitching about how life is hell with Aditi , Rohit and Gunjan.

Chintan would be and also should be considering to drop his sur-name ... It cannot be a "Punjabi"

Its just different or not ...

I have been a guy for the last 2 decades, and i have had a lot of friends throughout, i never had problems in making new friends, some were awesome well yeah some were not , but its crazy to talk to a women about the same stuff you do with your best mate. I mean i cant help it, If you do have women friends you will agree with me as well, if you are like even 1% like me you will know that i do the following.

1. I will talk unnecessarily and sometimes without making any sense.

2. I will like to look at women , and only look.

3. I seem to acknowledge the fact that women are not sex objects.

4. Also, Women object to sex. :P

5. I have absolutely no interest in porn, that was for school time sake , its quite boring now.

How can you really talk about the same stuff ? , it feels awkward however with me , i do things and then regret it, so this is how today's conversation goes with Aditi

Me : Dude , check her out, Awesome figure isint it ?

Her : Yeah .. k

Yeah k , YEAH K ! ... since where did that become a thing to even say anything ? haha

It would have been awesome if the conversation had been :-

Me : Dude, Check her out, Awesome figure isint it ?

Her : Are you serious ? .. That is like a black transparent , that is totally awesome that is like the biggest boobs ever.

I am just dreaming, i know she cant say anything to even close to that....

The Flashback !

It was a race, a race with myself, a race where the wind was talking to me as if chanting a secret mantra, It was the speed, it was the motion, it was the sound of the engine roaring to the max it could hit, it was the push of the accelerator, it was the constant uncomfortable vibrations of the seat floor, i knew it was Rachel, the one that had been there for the last 3 years, the one that i had the best memories off, the one that had been abused from every corner, the one that had not disappointed me ever, the one in the backseat night at DIAC,

It just ends there, a dead end, a place where i dont want to ponder about - Black Screen !

Blackberry hits the BBM tone ........................... It was a dream

Absolutely Brand New !

25th January , just hours before India can celebrate its republic day , Rohit and Aditi have made a new constitution in Milan, they have done the impossible , they have done where everyone really gave hope, where every man and women got irritated and preferably decided to moved on.

Sadly , they have given me a new haircut...

Ab mein Phir Ghajni hoon .. XD !

P.S - This Milan trip is going to include a lot of tattoo's and piercings.

Amico !

She told me " Fuck , everything and do your work ". She did sound rude but come to think of it she did have a meaning, I mean till when can you think about it, and be mind-fucked. The better solution is to really concentrate on what you are here for and just finish it, looking at the bigger picture i really have 8 more years to do what i always wanted, and its not really the end of everything, compromising is one own thing but lying to yourself, about it just because you couldn't really see it happening in front of you is like giving a fuck you sign to your own principles, that you maintained in your life. I did lie to myself and i do regret it, i should not have bent down on my own principles

Milan does and did change everything for me, to look at life as a new beginning every morning, to meet new people everyday and to build a relationship with them, its like windows 7 - to finish the installation in your new life, kindly reboot.

Milan really does wonders to you, you meet new people, you tend to live it your own way, and that is how it should always revolve around.We Drink, We Smoke up, We party, We work like a bitch till we our minds force us to stop , We do what we want, as what Rohit always says "We are Family" Lol ! Its hilarious and i do pull his leg on that one because most of the time he is not in the right state of mind or pretty much drunk to really say shit like that, but i do agree with him maybe because ive never had an elder brother , we do make a family over here, where we are separated by each other by three different houses. I wish he got what he expected and wanted from Milan, but its never late i am pretty sure he will move on from his past and go forward the way he wants.

We do talk about it, and I've never seen him like this the way he is now, its like what i was with her back in Dubai, the irony is just this that he and Aditi were against her, but when they are themselves in that awkward situation is really ironic and funny, well yeah me and Natu do take undue advantage of the whole thing.

The babe and my so called wife Aditi (the Fuck everything , and do your work, girl ) is working beside me over here wearing a pink sweater in DA. She is great in her own way and is just like Maa, the aspirations of a small town girl who wants to make it big in the crowded and the bustling city, who is not scared of the world and is very strong from within. She does seem to be as simple as possible but actually she is quite complicated well then come to think of it, ive never met any girl who is simple, they were made complicated without a user manual or instructions to follow. Aditi Sharma claims that she can really get pissed off if someone clips her wings of freedom, the funniest part is i have found other possible ways to piss her off, if I was her roommate not that it makes any particular difference, the " We are family " formula even though it does sound so lame works in this manner as well, we are roommates coz half the week i spend the night at her house, or she does it in mine, she would have given up on life quite easily or she will give up soon but then talking about roommates, Natasha (Natu) really fits in the role, she is like those cool chicks who really dont get pissed off with anything and is happy with whatever she gets. She has the typical Mumbai " No - non sense " attitude. The introvert part of her is just a very confused part of her, the day she opens up she can go crazy, all she does is laugh, smile and share the same sense of lameness as i do, its a different genre of humor which no one really understands, well yeah besides her.

This sums up the lame and the crappiest tag line that he could ever name " We are family " seems Rohit and Natasha learnt and grasped a lot from Karan Johar in Mumbai.