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 ....

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...

.... 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

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

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.

How she loved a imperfect person perfectly ?

The title is apt, its just about how she fell in love with a moron like me, and the moron managed to take a commited stance to it ...:) Since a very long time I wanted to write about this, but just didn’t know where to start from, but this just comes from my inner most feelings for her...

It always happens that you are so busy in your own world, that you do not realize how important you are for another person. There were times when I was low and needed someone just to talk, or perhaps just to take my frustrations off, but there were also times that I was very eager to share something.
Initially I never took her seriously for anything but she is the one whom I can connect to. Sometimes I do feel kidnapped whenever I am with her , as I tend to deal with everything that is around me, maybe into another world itself where its just about me and her. As of today I don’t really feel the need to be alone anytime as she has been there with me every single moment, it was my mistake earlier that I never took anything in a relationship as meaningful or valuable, Hell! I didn’t even know the meaning of the word "relationship" …
I was taught by my "good friends", that flings is the motto of life and live by it. Well on the other hand I don’t really blame them, as they were not as lucky as I have been to find someone as her.
There cannot be anyone that could replace Amber from my life , without her there would be no life , there wouldn’t be anything that I could live for. If you actually come to a solid point she is the only one who can laugh at my jokes. Slowly she is trying to understand my sense of humor, though she tries to crack a joke somewhere or the other, (Ask her about the B-Silent joke, You will not survive it) but she is kind of far not really close. So yeah in that particular way it's just a fact that she is only one who can tolerate my "nonsense".
Past 1 year and 6 months have been great, we saw a lot of positives as well as negatives, and not to forget a lot of goof-ups, which had landed both of us into trouble. I am happy and thankful that she has managed to bear me for the last 18 months, and I hope for the coming years she can continue to do so to the best of her capabilities. The journey ahead may not be good , it might have a lot of speed-breakers, but with you by my side I can fight the world, and together we will do it …

P.S – Yes Aaku I can be corny using the internet as well , But yeah who really cares ?..No one reads this blog anyways… Also this post was Manjeet's Idea ...:)

The mirror has many faces...

Sometimes when i sleep i am in the arms of my own dreams , they take me where-ever they wish to in their own dreamland. I see myself in a problem , a problem that cannot be solved and my mind racing with all possible solutions towards it. Alas , there are no concrete solutions to it. The preceding conclusion to it that i wake up with my mnd being in a frenzy and a whole aching body.
One of my dreams has me standing in one of those old fashioned trial rooms with mirrors on all sides and if you look into one mirror then you see multiple reflections of the same you. I like to focus on only one of the many images that I can see and try to ignore the other images. It is almost as if I like that particular image of myself and I want to keep focusing on that as I stand in the trial room.
One of these nights when I had this dream, I had trouble focusing on that image and the whole effort of it broke my sleep and I got up and started to think about this dream and its implications in real life. To me the parallels with real life were easy to draw. I see myself, as I am today, in many images and I like to potray myself in different images to different people. All of the images put together would probably define me the best rather than each image by itself. Each image has its element of truth, hope and fantasy. There is some truth or the image wouldn’t have generated to begin with but I also hope and fantasise about completely being the person that I seek to potray in my image. Sometimes the image comes out unconsciously without me knowing it.
Reading through the archives of my blog I see images of myself that I didn’t know existed. If I now had to sit and write on the same issues I would probably churn out a totally different post. Totally different thought process and conclusion.In all this there is how I imagine myself to be. That one image that I focus on in my dream and that I like the most. That is how I imagine myself to be. Under the harsh gaze of my eyes sometimes this image breaks down to nothing and I stand naked in front of the mirror just the way I am.
Growing up I was horrified at seeing myself without an image but now I have come to like myself better this way. The image is slowly changing and it is resembling more and more of me. It is becoming more and more like a glass which is slowly getting cleared. The process is not easy but it is gratifying to say the least. The world looks much clearer now. I want to say simpler but I don’t think that is the case, atleast not yet.

Way of life .

No matter how many times I may have lost my path,There is but one destination that calls me, my feet may have stepped unevenly, up or down but the destination has always moved towards me every moment.

I am obliged to my friends on many a call,But I am indebted to them for most of this....

Let the skies pour down in hail, let the earth explode with fire,

The unstoppable cycle of time,

Let us begin a warfare...

Depression - over dose ...

First things first , this thing is going to come right from my innermost feelings ...

Shun me , ignore me, do what-so-ever , get hurt , hate it...

Off late i have been acting weird , trying to live on my own having the stupid and nonsensical idea in my mind to have no one around me as that's the way i want to live ... All is going haywire , i have never really understand that , i have really lost it...

Ugh ... for many it seem seem that i am in my most selfish gear as possible , maybe self centered mood as possible ... whatever it might seem to be , i have no explanations to it like i have mentioned hate it ...

Hell ! why do i have to sit and watch people make my own unexpected decisions in life , that make no sense whatsoever , why do i even tend to listen to them ?
Why do i have to be truthful , kind , courteous , helpful to all ? .... why cannot i just be selfish , sarcastic , mean , shallow , mean , cruel like all of them ?

P.S- i knew it i should have never taken those damn moral science classes in school ...

My take on cities and the girls ...

As indicated in my previous posts, Boredom has captured my life. Earlier it was boredom coz of absolutely no work and now perhaps there is too much of work. In spite of my best efforts to get over this , i have failed miserably. It is this boredom that has forced me to dream/visualize places that i would like to go and basically chill out ...

1. Paris: The wine, The architecture ... the culture , The louvre , the charm and the artistic beauty of the city. Many people have told me that this city has got a certain flavour to it be it from musicians, architects or painters which is intesified byDan Brown's Da vinci code.
French Girls:They are pretty good looking infact most of them are hot...

2. Ladakh: I always as a kid wanted to go there , maybe coz i like winters a lot. The Dal lake becomes a platform to ice skate in the cold weather of December. The atmosphere there is simply amazing. The hills, the lakes , the weather it does remind me somewhat of the 3 years i had spent in a hostel in Dehradun.
Kashmiri Girls: Exceptions are always there i feel , but all in all this place is not that bad...

3.Kolkota: Not that i like Bongs, i find the dudes from Kolkota "Phattu" who just claim that they are this and they are that.. Blah Blah ! .. in reality nothing. The chicks are not less, Blondness runs in their blood, but the city in all has a lot to offer,the food,the sweets,the architecture ,the trams, the sheer richness and opulence.
Kolkata Girls: Who said Blonds were not Hot ? ..

4. Vegas: This place is where i plan to retire, I plan to be buried in Vegas itself. Just someday , someday .. i should have enough money to go there and play poker .... and yes hopefully not regret it later ... :)
Vegas Girls: Ahem ! .. Need i say more ??

5. Morocco: There’s a certain royalty about that place, a cultural heritage and that enigma factor, something that most of the Islamic cities have. Plus, I like the way its pronounced..
Morocco: Nah, all have this naqab over them ... forget it

These are the places I’ve heard about, read about, wondered of but am sure there’d be a zillion others that though do not have the discovery or enigma factor I look for in a place, they’d be a wonder just for the beauty, the peace, the ones am still to learn of and add to the list.

My Movie Spree

Yes, I am on a movie spree.
Its 6.24 am and i have not slept till now blame it on Sleep Insanity.
I saw Slumdog Millionare and Ghajni today. None of the movies had that "feel good" factor within them. They were good movies agreed but seriously none of them i was like happy to watch. Ghajni had a pathetic ending for the first time i saw a Mallu villain in a bollywood movie, who reminded me of Thomas of all the people. When Ghajini had hit the trailer's i had started to think as to how the movie will be, This is what i had initially thought before watching the movie, Ghajini was the name of the main actress (Asin) who had commited sucide because she and Aamir Khan couldn't get married 'coz of Asin's parents after that Aamir Khan commits suicide too . Aamir Khan has a re-incarnation and decides to take revenge from the Inlaws,but has this 15 min memory which goes on and off like a old fuse of a bulb (Don't blame me, i am really jobless these days after exams, i have SERIOUSLY nothing to do) .
Slumdog Millionare consisted of this deep, harrowing, sad story for atleast 85% of the movie. A film which triumphs community over social class? I would actually recommend Slumdog Millionare over Ghajni.
My ratings are as follows
Ghajini - 7/10
Slumdog Millionare -9/10
Ghajini had somewhere in the middle got boring , Jiah Khan looked Hot throughout the movie. (Don't get your hopes high, This had nothing related to Nishabd) . She didn't have skimpy clothes on neither did she have a 60 year old guy to really have an affair with.
Besides Aamir Khan , Jiah Khan and Asin i really didn't find anyone worth in the movie, If they had included people whom the local audience could identify with ,the movie could have been better. Now i actually wonder as to why did my mom didn't like Aamir Khan in Ghajini.

Crossing One's Tea...

I dont know what you are addicted to , but off late i am addicted to Tea . It is a fact that i think i do have very few friends, and when you really need to talk to someone, i think over cigarettes and Tea is like the best thing. Sammy and Ryan would know better. Personally any kind of Tea would do for me - be it Green Tea , White Tea , Herbal Tea or my favourite Disco Chai. No you dont start dancing after having it its just a name given to a Tea by some Mallu Cafe nearby.It is funny how an Indian sitting in Dubai is writing about something that the Chinese discovered and the Japanese added flavour to. The reason being that i am so fed up of my portfolio that i am surfing endlessly on various sites on Tea out of all things possible.:S

Anyways it is believed that the Chinese discovered tea when some tea leaves accidentally fell into a pot of boiling water. Now my question is – who threw in the milk and sugar?
I am not the only one who is addicted to tea of any kind. Over the years, Indian culture & customs have been influenced by tea. Customs were influenced less by tea and more by tea smugglers, Lol.

It is said that an American improvised on tea and came up with the concept of “Iced Tea.” What beats me is that they did it in 1904 (at the 1904 World Fair St. Louis) when refrigerators were not available in a normal household. And even if refrigerators were available ….how did some random tea leaves fly into a refrigerator? Wasn’t the refrigerator door closed?
Americans live by improvising. Besides the telephone, I know of nothing that has been invented (or discovered) by the Americans. Why…they needed Christopher Colombus, an Italian sailor working for a Spanish queen, to discover their own country – the Americas!

Maybe you aren’t aware of this….in the United States of America, 90% of the tea consumed is black. And in India and Dubai 90% of the tea consumed is white (with milk that is). Ironic isn’t it - white men having black tea and black men having white tea?

According to the tea historian, whose article I have been reading for the time being , after becoming popular in China, Japan and America….tea started filtering into Europe in the 17th century. Now, my question is….if tea was all filtered…how did the Europeans ever get the tea leaves? And what a big filter it should have been. The one that I use in my house to filter tea into the tea cup has a diameter of ten centimeters.
In Europe, tea first filtered into Holland and France. In Holland it is popular to this day, but in France wine has taken over. There were a few benefits that wine offered over and above tea, and we are not talking about the alcohol content.
Some of the differences that the French saw before they shifted away from tea are:
• Wine didn’t need a heating unit

• Wine didn’t need to be filtered

• Wine didn’t need milk to be added

After such a long, boring article….if only someone can make me a cup of tea...