Drunk Head

Ankur is pressing on me to send him some mafia gift on facebook, which I am unable to send. I finally give up, instead started to write an article on blogspot.
Drunk Head...
How much this time???
Well. There were 2 pegs of whiskey neat by me. & 1 peg vodka neat by me. I totally hate the 'smoooooothnessss' factor of this fucking alcoholic drinks. I still follow the divine words of my mentor - Nitesh, - "Whats the use of drinking if you don't get drunk only!!!"
Blenders Pride whiskey... fuck you.
Smirnoff vodka... fuck you.
Smirnoff was great in taste. Whatever lipids I accumulated, will drain them out in tomorrows gym.

So in total I had some 8 pegs I guess of the B P whiskey, & just 2 pegs of the vodka. What hell happens in that??? Absurd. Plus point from today's drink session - had some nice lectures from amit singh. Motherfucker amit singh.
Once upon a time, my cousin brother Shantanu da, spoke of sharing his flat in NY with his dear friend. I asked where does his friend hail from. He said Bihar. I immediately replied - your friend must be some shitty speaking bastard with his brains down on his heals. My bro replied - "No dear. All biharis are not the same."
Shitty regional theories.
Whatever. But amit singh does prove my theory right, when he uttered his words of wisdom - "Tomar came to help me."
Awwww. I was flabbergasted.
Rishi - "Isko chhadh chuki hai."
As if you tell me to believe that a 31 years old bastard has lesser threshold than 24 yrs fucking virgins like us, who started drinking just yesterday.
& tomar. The worst pervert & worst guy I have ever met personally. Some girls utter - "tomar is really a good friend whom I will miss." & what if that very girl happens out to be the one for whom you despise the world. Idiot! Did she tell you to do so? Ofcourse No.
FOR HOLY CHRIST. GOD'S SAKE. WHERE AM I CAUGHT.

So. Back to basics. Like my Shantanu da captions when he saw the big guitar showroom at Canada, Back to basics, back to our dear father's holy words of wisdom - "Son, your ass is bursted. If you don't look after you ass, no one else will."

I cannot comment like Ankur Kariya - "waise bhi bolne ka koi fayda nahi hota."
Hmmm. Partly, he is right.

So. Alcohol remains right where it is. Guts remains right where it is. Muscles remain right where it is. Rank. Don't utter that. I lost it with my school days. Buggershits remain where they have to. Thanks a ton that I gave this booze party to amit singh. Motherfucker amit singh. Or how on earth, else would I had got a chance to put the holy alcohol into his mouth & get his hearty words out of his mouth. So, A BASTARD REMAINS A BASTARD. Shantanu da, you are fucking wrong. Sorry. This very bastards were from U.P.

Tonight's treat for blog, going as per my words (borrowed from Kuch Bhi of fb) = "Only two kind of people in this world speak the truth; 1. Small children 2. Drunk men."

I am not drinking with amit singh again. Nor with his bossom friends. Rishi... will like to drink with you again & again, next time will try get a knock-out with you, if you wish. My most probable next booze partners will be 09 fellows. Only wish I pass the exam. Will miss Ankush in booze parties.

I wish to go home now

Alcohol Supernova

Joined 'Cigarettes & Alcohol' & 'Champagne Supernova' of Oasis, & I got a heading for my this article. This is done... when... I... got... officially nothing better to do.
Just saw an update on fb of someone saying - There is no place like home.
& one am I, whom mom keeps calling - ''son, come home.''
"What will I do at home mom???"
"& what are you doing out there?"
"gym"
"WHAT!!! AGAIN GYM"
shit. shouldn't have uttered that...
"Uhmm. Yeahhh. Not for long mom. Will go now."

Atleast Mom speaks. Dad doesn't speak to me only. If also - "U r spoiled. U r worthless." A heavy voice will keep thundering through my mobile, like a loudspeaker, even when the mobile loudspeaker is off.

Am planning a booze party. Booze... ha ha ha. Well. My this year started off well, unlike last year, when I was creating a show in C block with burnt boots & a half burnt jeans, with my whole bare chest body shinning bright with sweat, at 12:30 am of a cold December 31st nite, boozed on neat vodka, 11 pegs of whiskey followed by half quarter Romanov. That was dirty. What was dirtier. 7 pegs whiskey, 2 bottle strong beer, 1 peg rum, & 400 rs. 1 shot of tequilla, at La Horee. What followed after this were some outstanding attempts to put up a fb update & an english chat with a beggar & his dog at 1 am. This year, me, Rishi & our dear 09 juniors, cooked the best ever chicken we ate in hostel. Credit - Abhinav Puppalwar. Then, wished everyone a happy new year. Woke up Amit Singh - "Amit, its 12." Ankur kept sleeping. Thought to better not disturb him.
Did we miss something. Throughout the time, we all were wondering how great Ankush is, getting to party with his... his... his... aaaaaaaa........ his.......... his.............. ex.... no its not ex... she is still her gf... sorry... I guess she is not... was she ever... People ask me - "Did the two of them ever do anything?" "How the fuck on earth am I supposed to know that!!!" What a question.
So... our dear friend Ankush, went on through out the december month making excuses - "31st ko main nani k yahaan jaunga." "31st ko main nagpur jaake akela daru peeyunga." "1 baar to totally out hona hi hai." "31st ko to sevagram me rehna hi nahi hai."  WHATEVER YOU BIG BOY ANKUSH... WHO ON EARTH HAD EVER IMAGINED THAT SOMEONE WOULD PUNCH YOU SENSELESS ON A 31ST DECEMBER NIGHT & CARRY YOUR 115 KGS BODY 4 KMS AWAY FROM A CROWDED PUB & THROW IN A DRAIN, WHERE YOU WILL WAKE UP AT 4-5 AM IN DARK MORNING TO FIND YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR WALLET.
& Ankush - "arey bouncer ne maar diya." "arey bike se gir gaya tha." "pata nahi kaise hua. mujhe to hosh hi nahi tha."

The biggest exclamation that would come out of our mouths would be - "WHAT FUCK WERE THE REST OF THE MOTHERFUCKERS DOING!!!"
Aniket - "mujhe mat bolna. mai bathroom me tha."
"tujhe to count hi nahi kar rhe."
Rest of the cunts thought they saw a version of the movie The Hangover.

Rishi gave the best one liner out of the whole drama. Can't even write it here. Coz Rishi will read this. & some unexpected people are reading my blog. Never imagined that these people will also read my blog. & they give me feedback on twitter saying - "Ur blog is kinda cool. Never a read a boyish blog before." God knows what the fuck she means. 'Cool!!!' Imagine the expression Anthony Hopkins gives when the boy keeps saying 'cool' every now & then, in the movie The Rite.

While I was describing the Ankush story to Amit & Rishi, Amit came out saying - "Forgot yours last year. Wherever the bike would slow down, you would get down & start running & dancing anywhere in the middle of streets in nagpur at night 2 am." Rishi - "All are monkeys." Ofcourse I remember my acts. 2011 was... don't know what would be the right word to describe it as. 24th december 2010, I was in surgery ward, thinking of going to room & study hard for final year exams. 24th december 2011, sitting in my room, studying for my final year exams. The whole year, I didn't make any progress. D.O.G kept searching my roll number in the surgery viva, saying a dozen times - "You are a repeater." I kept repeating - "Yes sir."

Amit Singh, there are many things that I can't repay you back, including your  rages, but this act of yours, getting me my case in surgery, you are worth of bespoken to my coming generations, how you helped me in my exam. & there came Ankita, wavering through the curtains of the screen - "Amit is gonna leave. You need any help." Remember back Amit once, standing on the terrace in evening, quoting to me - "Thanks to God that I came to know about your amore. Otherwise you would have abdicated even on us, your best friends, just for that someone." I just smiled - "Maybe I would."

Here. Take another 'whatever'.
Again. Waiting for results. Still, not sure of passing. Practicals were definitely better. Theory, can't say. Rishi kept helping. God knows what drives that guy to help me this much. Ankur, thanks to him for giving a ride to my exam centre, in his Ritz. Otherwise, the guy frustated me during his 2nd final year exam tenure. Just kidding.
So, back to Ankush. The guy developed black eye & he had to leave for mumbai, his dad was getting operation. Last time Ankush came to my room, pressing a ice pack upon his right eye, saying - "What will I say at home?" Parents always know our stories. Mohit, sad for his 2 brothers. Told these stories to my mom, mom told dad, dad told mom to tell me - "Focus on your career. Your ass is already bursted."
I tell my mom almost everything that my friends would do after getting drunk, except the things I did or do after getting drunk. Remember back my mom, 28th december 2010, - "Don't start drinking. Don't become Devdas." I chuckled. Even my mom broke into laughter. I just said - "What mom, are you mad! Am not that mad to start drinking." WHO THE HELL ON EARTH KNEW I WOULD DRINK LIKE ANYTHING AFTER 2 DAYS. he he he ha ha ha ha.

This Paradise song of Coldplay is awesome. Can't stop playing it again & again.

Thought this session of vacations would be great. Will eat a lot. Will gym a lot. But things turned a bit confusing today. Supratim & Sunny broke into my room shouting - "Sir aapko to chalna hi padega."
Well. They kept pestering on me & I kept oggling over their 16-17 inches biceps. Now. If you tell me to do another ramp walk, that means, again diet restrictions, I hate that. & gym like hell. Just 1 month to go. & who will be there to watch & cheer for me? All juniors. My batchmates, will be busy with their internship completions. & the rest of the people, will definitely make an expression - 'He failed twice. & he is back again here. What does he think of himself!'
There was a sardar friend of my father in Bilaspur. He had a cycle shop. I would go to him everytime I did some stunt with my cycle. So this sardar uncle, when he came to know that me dad is gonna send me to Kota, he said - "Son, learn to be shameless. U will care less about what the world thinks & feels about you."
Partially, he was right. Just partially.

What else. Sardar celebrated my birthday. Here Sardar is Baghel. Had some rift with him since last year, when we had some non-sense fight over our respective crushes. Sardar remembered my last year's birthday. This time sardar asked for beer, but couldn't give him yet. Will give him. Sardar misses his neighbour & his affectionate senior, Anurag. Who else shouldn't miss him!!! he he he. I had a long tenure with this Anurag bastard since Kota days.

& so. If I am really shameless. & am really gonna walk on ramp again. Abs will definitely not come out. Nor will the biceps become 16 inches again. Will try to build big trapezius & look like Tom Hardy. Am not sure if my ramp walk is really gonna take place. I don't want to face the crowd, not this time atleast.

04 people got pg. God knows what Borasi sir did. What a guy.

& I am in ruins. Still in ruins.

& this 07 bastards will shout & fight everytime they drink. Then they will vomit & choke the bathrooms.
Still they don't create the kind of environment that 05 people would create. Yugal sir, Akshay sir... Yugal sir is a big dude now. Ortho at MAMC. I will conquer that in my dreams. he he he

Enough wrote.
Will write next time...

finally 'Scribbling'

Month is november. After a week or so is my exam. I am repeating, again. 2 subjects, surgery & obstetrics gynecology. My regular batchmates have gone to Mumbai to give AIIMS exam, i guess, for pg. Wow. How many will fair well, I don't know. Well, the prospects are better for Rishi than the rest of the people. Why How, ask Rishi.
I just realized my new specs are creating problem. Let it.
Just returned from the movie Rockstar. Take the word 'awesome' from Kung-Fu Panda, & tell the Hollywood bastards - 'Yeah this is called awesome. We took the same name from your Mark Wahlberg Rockstar, but created something with no reach for you people.'
& what else. The bastard Akash keeps crying everytime he watches a movie. When didn't he cry? He cried watching My Sassy Girl, Murder 2, Ghajini... & I don't know about the rest. Thanx God he didn't cry watching Golmaal 3. If he did also, I don't know. But he must have cried watching 3 Idiots even. What a guy. Girls do cry. Ankita cried watching Paa. MIND IT!!! I didn't watch the movie nor did I see Ankita crying during the movie, it was reported by my dear friend Rishi. So what. She claimed that she can cry at drop of a hat also. Whatever! A grown up girl going to be a married madame royale. Next time she is gonna cry maybe during her marriage, leaving her mama's home, like most of the girls cry. Then play those bollywood wedding songs. People cheer & cherish these stuffs. BULLCRAP. Some people are born with a dream to get married. Aahhh!!! Again so what. Surely no offence in that. People do whatever they want. Now if you ask me, I may appear like I was born to lift up weights in gym. Surely this one too sounds bullcrap.
Ok. Lets pardon Akash, confessing that even I cried watching My Sassy Girl, but not when I watched it for the first time. I cried when I watched it 2nd time, 3rd time... hmmmm. Thats it. No more crying. & when did I cry. Can you imagine that I cried watching 127 hours. Bwahhh!!! Even Danny Boyle might have never thought in his wildest imaginations that someone would cry watching 127 hours. As for the fact, that was the 1st movie that I managed to watch right after 25th decemeber 2010, I watched a movie straight after a month or so. & if wondering about movies to make us cry, topping the list will be Taare Jameen Par.

What the fuck on earth do I get stuck with while writing blogs. Crying. What a fucking topic to write on. Anyone may cry anywhere they want, on whatever they want. So what.

What else to update. Probably nothing in my head right now. I need to go to sleep to wake up early to study. Yeah. Finally changed the header of my blog. From 'Divine Lord bless me...' to 'Scribbling!!!'. No more asking for blessings. Enough condemned. Enough damage done. Hoping to go on the damage control mode from now on.
& as per the movie Rockstar. Surely the one who is reading this knows how good it is. Great compositions by Rehman. & great story & direction by Imitaj Ali. Great acting by Ranbir. Only stuff missing was the acting skill of Nargis Fakhri. Kareena would definitely been a better choice. Whatever sentimental the movie could have become to crawl into our nerves, that was prevented by great audience, singing the intro of Jo Bhi Main everytime. A funny outline from the movie would be - Zindagi na milegi dobara, so use gubbara.
ha ha ha.

What else. Today was 11.11.11. & there was an interesting test match between South Africa & Australia. Thats it.
Winter is coming. I managed to shut down the window of my room. Everytime I shut it & open it, I remember how the window remained open throughout the entire rains, summer & almost half winter of last year. Being able to sleep with the lights switched off & windows closed, means I have managed to move on. Who doesn't. Surely after such a great kick ass, even the dog's tail becomes straight. & I got 2 tubelights put up in my room. & I sleep with both of them on in day with the window open. Whatever. Am still in no mood to sit on the roof whole day like I used to do last winter.

Anyway. Am good.

bullcrap

Bullcrap is considered better than bullshit. God knows how. Literature in urban dictionary says so, that you can use the word 'bullcrap' infront of your parents, but not 'bullshit'.

Wait. Why am I blogging?
Few days back I decided to delete my fb account. Reason. Amit Singh.
"Till now you have never obeyed to whatever I said, if you would have done my way, you would have not got lost like today."
No doubt, the dude was right. Today I am lost. So, the phone conversation with him ended with him telling me to delete the fb account. & I decided to follow him. I call up Rishi telling him to deactivate my account. Rishi says - lets see how long you remain offline.
It was just hardly 40 mints past that I switched back to my fb account. Surely I am lost like hell.
But guys, mark it, fb was never the reason for failure, neither was gym, nor were movies or biking & not even IPL. If you cut the net connection from my room, I wouldn't even have brought those fucking marks that I have brought after all this fucking happenings. Primarily, the reason for failure!!! Yeah there is a reason behind everything, & we look to blame someone for every wrong happenings. What to do. Human nature. A divine level above this shitty human nature, would be to blame yourself. & that would sound even more shitty. Practically this reason sucks. Totally. It goes like the sanskrit shloka - Vinaashkaale wiparit buddhi. Surely I was bitten my a mad dog in the end days of December 2010, the symptoms of which persisted for 2 months, maybe even now, a little though. No matter how much others tell you - look there is a ditch ahead, don't go forward. But you go like - aaha, I love ditches. & then when you fall into the ditch, then you sit  & wonder - what the fuck!!!

Today I managed to blast the music in my room again, but just one song. Was trying to account what if someone switches between Marilyn Manson's Sweet Dreams & Beautiful People, & the song Emptiness, nope, I didn't play that song today. I hate that song. Literally. & those motherfucking assholes took out a female version too, where the motherfucking bitch tries to feel to sorry why she left the guy. As if. Someone should temper me like Steve does - 'as if it didn't happen to you, so it is not supposed to happen with anyone else in the world.'
So what I was saying, if you shuffle up the songs like Bade Achche Lagte Hai by Shreya Ghoshal (don't laugh saying - bade to har kisi ko achche lagte hai), then Marilyn Manson, then Aamake Aamar Moton Thakte Dao (what a song), Paon Paijaniya by Shehnaaz Akhtar & the Top Gun theme - Take My Breath Away. Mix these up with Apocalyptica & Pink Floyd. This playlist surely doesn't make any sense. This marks the perfect example of insanity. Surely I have lost my mind. Last time I wrote, it takes a man to smile in adversity. Now I will write, it takes an insane to smile when his ass is burnt up like hell.

Now its best to shout like Eddie Vedder - whyyyyyyy. whyyyyyyy. whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Don't sing the rest of the stanza. Instead you change the following lines to 'why was it mine?' Yup. It should go like - 'why was it my ass that had to get kicked?' & God would thunder back at you saying - 'It was you who came pleading before me to get your ass kicked.' & then you would become speechless.

Rishi is writing great now. His article 'Summons'. & that heading pic. Wonder work. These people are gonna leave this place in 4-5 months. Can't believe that I came with them here in the sevagram ashram. You can't do anything at this stage, but to sit & watch. When you are at the bottom of the abyss, all you do is keep staring upwards towards the feeble rays of the sun coming through the water. & at night, since there is no light, you don't feel much of the difference. Its the brightness which kills you from inside. That's one thing I realized when I went home this time, it never felt good when the sun shone bright in the sky. It was okay with the day gloomy with clouds & dark rains. It felt good to be hidden.

Whatever. Kolkata Knight Riders won last night. It felt good. That also in Champions League they defeated RCB. & my parents are growing old, with watching me getting worthless. A time wasted is a waste of time. There is never an excuse or redemption for that. All that there is remorse & condemnation.


So, I once wrote Love Actually. & felt so proud to do that.
I am going to write Love Actually Part 2. The movie didn't have a sequel, if also, not yet any news of its making. But I will the 2nd article.

Who on earth reads this bullcrap!!!