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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Friday, November 18, 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.
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.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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
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
Friday, July 22, 2011
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
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
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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
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
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
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 ....."
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Pre - Milan
It is often said not to mix work and play ...
It is also said not to mix Submissions and Sex ! ... Behenchod ! Aghhh ...
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Dubai_anniversary .
2 nights of mad insanity .... Who gets drunk at someone else's function ! ...
Dubai > Milan ! ...
Cheers to Mom and Dad ...
Cheers to Delhi / Amritsar.
Cheers to Delhi / Amritsar.
Dubai > Milan ! ...
P.S - Soon New Delhi ! .. :) Pallavi
Saturday, May 7, 2011
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.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Night Lamp. @ Submissions.
Apni toh jaise taise, thodi aise ya waise, Kat jayegi
aapka kya hoga , janab-e-ali ...
Thursday, April 28, 2011
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
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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 !
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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. :)
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