ChutYA banaya!!!

4 days ago i was wid mom and i was coming back from dadar......the song tere bina jiya nahin jaaye by fuzon was playin on the fm and i was enjoyin the drive.....little did i know that,that night drive would cost me 7 grands!!! bhenchod!!

as i reached the mahim church signal i looked towards the church and did the cross symbol...the one that christians do usually.....and i prayed for well being....

and suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere like an angel.....warning me that there were sparks flying off my cars bonnet through the grills and i felt so fuckin worked up.....but luckily my guardian angel that guy who warned me stayed there to help me out.....i parked the car after the signal and opened the bonnet up....all those parts looked like parts of a jigsaw puzzle...i couldnt fucking understand one fucking thing!.....but then there he was that angel who helped me understand what happened.....and then he found and electrician for me too....and the electrician was another angel who repaired my car and replaced the defected part.....the only thing i could do was pay him his dues and not trouble him further....but then me being the wretched soul i was i told him to mail me the bill for that partt by post.....i wrote my address down on a piece of paper with lot of shame in my eyes and i gave it to him requesting him to mail me the bill.....

2 days passed by and the bill didnt arrive.....and he had told me he would mail it within two days.....i give him the benefit of doubt....afterall he was the angel who saved me that night....or else my car would have exploded and i would have been the headlines of the papers the next day!!then i somehow conjure up enough shameless ness to call him...oh my fucking god am gonna call him and trouble him for the bill and prove it to him as to how big an asshole i am!but then i needed the bill to claim insurance....fuck it i said and called him anyway....

now comes the twist in the story.....the number he gave me and i had given a missed call to that night was no longer his.....damn it!the person on the other end politely said it was not farrukh.....and i hung up.....then i called him a few more times till the person on the other end abused me andd told me to hang up....

thats when the realisation dawned onto me that i was not saved but i was rather conned...and those 2 mothafuckas were not angels but devils own servants!!and i was livid....livid with myself for fucking letting my fuckingself down!bhenchod how cud i let some one to make a CHUTYA outta me!.....damn it....

i went looking for those two again today and then i got a few more confirmations about my foolishness and how they had made a chutya outta me.....and here i am writing this blog with a tag on my forehead which reads...chutya.....but then i see the promos of shahrukhs show....kya aap pachvi pass sey tez hain??? and i decide to change the tag and make it..."NAHIN MEIN PACHVI PASS SEY TEZ NAHIN....KUCH LOG MUJHE CHUTYA BANA GAYEIN HAIN.....BHENCHOD!"

but then as i conclude this am thinking that am not that bad afterall....if i was a fifth grader i would probably not be driving let alone trying to figure out what went wrong with my car.....and those peeps would probably spare a 5th grader in any case assuming that they had a conscience....anyways i can try all i want to console myself over my chutiyagiri but its not gonna change that i have been robbed...conned....

huh this is looking like an advertisement for my chutiyagiri but i need to vent this shite out somewhere and i guess it had to be this place!

signing off now to sip on my coffee....need it real bad...adios

BEginning of the END!!!!!

well all those who know me know for a fact how i like to at times make things dramatic and look so very bloody filmy.....most people dont like it lolz but then i say ghanta!! everybody has a way of narration and thats mine lolz....why all this justification???? thats coz the name sounds kinda dramatic with a movie like effect....the name of this post ......

i had been studying for my exams for the past few hours and thats when i realised that its not the beginning of an exam but the beginning of the end....

End of Engineeering
End of hanging out endlessly in college
End of all the fucking politics( which i so am looking forward to.....)
End of Slogging my ass of at the last moment....
End of Projects...
End of trying to tell myself that every person i know qualifies to be a FRIEND!
End of a few fake friendships
End of seeing some not so pleasing faces and not so wanted people everyday!
End of trying to fake what I feel for some people....
End of all that booze i had wid friends in and around college
End of JATC....CCD(petrol Pump)...Yacht....
End of bunking lectures and having chai lounging around in the old building....
End of trying to get into the lift which is always fulll
End of trying to get a glimpse of the new maths prof(man i would miss her so much!)
End of those pot lucks wid the diploma gang....
End of studying in college during PL's
End of waiting for the attendance sheet during the periodics(fuck i hope my mom doesnt read this...she thinks periodics are for FE's)
End of playing for college....(technically it ended last year)
End of 4 beautiful years in TSEC......and
End of all that Madness we created and spread together.....

but what will continue is the friendships built on trust and honesty....and to be honest there are only a handful i can call my best friends from college...and all those people know it.....