One Last Time….

By , December 25, 2011 8:31 pm

One last look at the face that loved him,

One last smile of her lips to see,

One last chance to be lost in those eyes,

Of all the beautiful things that be.

 

One last walk in the lane where she lived,

One last glance of hers to steal,

One last dance of his heart in joy,

Which now he may never come to feel.

 

One last time when she runs to him,

One last time he holds her tight,

One last kiss on the moist lips,

Time for those memories to fade into night.

 

The precious nothings he shared with her,

Filled up his heart that now lay bled.

The thoughts were blurred and the lights faded out,

He couldn’t see the tears that she now shed.

 

A thousand words unspoken but the time of depart is nigh.
To tell them it will take ages but the moments decide to fly.

The Present Day Indian Youth

By , November 20, 2011 3:05 pm
  1. They are proud to be Indians, but can’t name all the 7 Sister States of Northeast.

  2. They respect Bhagat Singh, but every night they forward a Sardar joke to all their friends.

  3. Their favorite film is Swades, but they dream of working for a Silicon Valley company.

  4. They wish India had a martial arts form like Kung-fu or Karate, but have never heard of Kalaripayattu.

  5. They lament why Indian society is divided, but would rather marry a person of their own caste.

  6. They wish India had clean roads, but can’t keep the empty chips packet with them till they find a dustbin.

  7. They hate formulaic movies, but their favorite film is DDLJ.

  8. They talk to their friends in English even when they all know Hindi (or the regional language).

  9. They ‘like’ Anna Hazare on Facebook but would rather pay Rs. 2000 to get that passport, instead of waiting for few weeks.

  10. They despise the Fariness creams commercials, but want a wife/husband who is fair.

  11. They hate the ruling government, but won’t go all the way to vote and throw it out of power.

  12. [From Comments, Rejitha]: They think India is shining because a new swanky mall opened in their neighbourhood, but have no idea what happens in the jungles of Chattisgarh/Jharkhand/Orissa.

  13. [From Comments, Siddharth]:They will complain about the petrol/diesel price hike, but will still use their bikes/activas instead of public transport

  14. [From Comments, Arif]: They will make noise if there’s a tiny dust particle/foreign body on the Pizza but will love the Pani-Puri the vendor pulls out with this hand and say ‘yum!’ Always!! ;)



If I have missed out on some thing, then please mention them in the comments below…

Are You Proud of Your Mumbai Spirit?

By , July 14, 2011 10:41 am

Note: I appreciate and commend all those policemen, firemen, good Samaritans and twitter users who helped scores of affected people yesterday evening. This post is in no way meant to disrespect their efforts.

But,

Please, for once, stop hogging over the term Mumbai spirit. Especially you, media people. It’s tiring and nauseating when I see you feeling proud of your Mumbai spirit. No, I am not a Mumbaikar. But being an Indian, I have as much right on Mumbai as you do. And I have all the rights to criticize your Mumbai spirit ‘cos it’s nothing but human spirit.

But I want to ask all you Mumbaikars, why does this spirit come only when there is a blast?

 

Why does your Mumbai spirit fail to show itself when the traffic police asks you for a bribe?

Do you tell him that you are okay with a fine of Rs. 200 but not okay with a bribe Rs. 20? You might have saved Rs. 180 in the process, but you just robbed the police force of some bullets.

You might have saved Rs. 180 but you kicked on the stomach of the farmer who will most probably commit suicide tomorrow in Vidarbha.

Does your Mumbai spirit not feel angry then?

 

Where does your Mumbai spirit go when MNS is attacking your brothers from UP?

Why don’t you come out and hold a candle light vigil for those who were denied work in their own Country? You are scared of the lathi-bearing right wing fanatics, then how will you stand up against the gun-toting terrorists?

First stand up against those who beat your siblings. Then only you will be more effective when you stand up against those terrorists who kill your siblings.

 

Where does your Mumbai Spirit go when elections come?

You all were blaming the congress-led UPA Government when 26/11 happened, but your Mumbai spirit was lacking when it was time to vote out this same govt. in the 2009 Lok Sabha elections.

But you all came out with a splendidly shameful 43% turnout. Result: all the 6 Lok Sabha seats in Mumbai were won by Congress and NCP.

I know BJP-Shiv Sena combine is not a saint either. But did you even bother to know about the independent candidates contesting from your constituency? They could have been bad, they could have been good, but did you even bother to checkout?

Or was it your Mumbai spirit which asked you relax at home when you were supposed to go out and vote?

Helping injured people is not Mumbai spirit, it’s human nature. Bashing politicians is not Mumbai spirit, it’s your verbal vomit. Going back to job the next day after the blasts is not Mumbai spirit, it’s a compulsion.

Want the real Mumbai spirit? Then show the rest of India and the world that you are not corrupt. That you are not selective and that you stand for EVERTHING that is wrong. That you really care about the type of leaders you elect.

If you are a Mumbaikar and feeling angry on reading this post, comment below or tweet me at @RakeshTheKumar, feel free to use any gaalis if you want.

How India Would Have Killed Osama

By , May 22, 2011 4:13 am

I know, I know, I know. Obama died a long time back…. errr… I meant Osama. Much has happened since then: Saurav Ganguly made his IPL4 debut, Mamata beat the shit out of lefts and a cat in my neighborhood died.

But… we all have been talking about Osama for almost 10 years now, so I am entitled to talk about him at least for few more months, if not years. Also, the fact that I haven’t gorged on Vada Pav for past 4 months is working against the part of my brain which usually comes up with ideas as fresh as the grains stashed in the Govt godowns.

Okay, so before I reveal my strategy on how India could have bumped off Osama from the terror(cough *Pakistan* cough) map, I want you to assume few assumptions:

  1. Assume that it was India who created Osama and al-Qaeda in the ’80s to fight against the Martians occupying the Siachen glacier.
  2. Assume that Osama went rogue after eliminating the Martians and turned against India during the birth of terrorism in Kashmir in the late ’80s.
  3. Assume that instead of Twin Towers, he crashed Air India flights onto two DLF towers in Noida.

The benefit of the above assumptions is that you need not assume anymore of how Osama would be living in Pakistan. He would be roaming carefree in the streets of Karachi or Lahore just like all those terrorists who have attacked us do.

Now, don’t expect me to come up with the usual Rajinikant(don’t you dare crack a joke on him) or the dossier-sending jokes, ‘cos that would be very lame on my part. The absolute killer technique which I am gonna tell now is absolutely doable in the real sense of the world, and you don’t even need to send choppers and NSG commandos across the border.

Stage 0: Giving The Operation A Name

The Americans named the mission as Operation Geronimo, named after an Apache Warrior who always evaded the authorities. So, keeping with our Indian traditions of (un)original thinking, I would name it as….

mmmmmmmm…..

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

How about Operation FindingNemo?? Yes, thats the one. Sounds unique and original.

Stage I: ‘Pawar’ful Capture Tactics

Who Will Do It?

Sharad Pawar

How Will He Do It??

I know many Indians don’t like him but he is the only one who can do this job. As the boss of International Cricket Council, which (mis)governs the game of cricket all over the world, he will play an instrumental role in Operation FindingNemo: The Capture of Osama.

The plan is as simple as the recipe for boiled eggs – ban Pakistan from playing cricket. Yes, ban it. When that happens, everyone in Pakistan will be outraged. With no chance of playing in the international arena, the youth will protest on the streets burning effigies of ICC and Pawar.

The digitally connected youth will bash ICC, Pawar and India on Facebook and Twitter by creating communities like ‘ICC pe laanat’, ‘Pawar pe laanat’ and ‘India pe laanat‘. While the interior minister of Pakistan, Rehman Malik, will blame the RAW and Indian Army out of the habitual habit which he has cultivated over the past few years.

Shahid Afridi will do a Shahid Huffridi and bite more balls. Amongst all these, Dawood Ibrahim will be the most hit because now he can’t fix any matches.

Time for Sharad Pawar to play the masterstroke.

He will ask the Pakistanis to hand over Osama in order to be able to play cricket again. We know the Pakistanis love their cricket as much as we Indians do, and I whole-heartedly believe they will definitely hand him over to us at the Wagah border.

But, in case he manages to evade the public wrath, Dawood will do the job for us. He will never let his business die just because of a retired terrorist.

…. What?? You think ICC will never take such a step?? Come on… the ICC in past has taken many decisions that are stupider than this stupid decision.

Stage II: Death by Pure Awesomeness

Who Will Do It??

Gaptun Vijaykanth(left) and T Rajendar(right)

How Will They Do It?

After being captured Osama will not be taken to court. He will be flown straight to Chennai to meet his death. Yes Arundhati Roy, you can scream and shout about human rights and justice as much as you want.

To those who don’t know, these are two Tamil superstars who can beat the pulp out of anyone who dares annoy them. The following videos may help you gauge their supernatural ability to transform into one of the most feared people on the planet.

As you can see from the videos, they both can easily finish off Osama alone. But by teaming up they will make sure that he gets a death which is gruesomer than getting his head shot by the Navy SEALs.

Stage III: Diggy His Grave

Who Will Do It??

You know him very well… His name rhymes with Bigvijay

How Will He Do It??

Since the entire capture and assassination has been done in the CONgress regime and before the Uttar Pradesh state elections, he will be buried with full respect conforming to his religion.

His burial place will be decided by Digvijay Singh and the funeral prayers will be lead by Syed Ali Shah Geelani.

Since he was killed mercilessly by two super humans, the Indian Govt will not release the pics of his dead body. But they will ultimately find their way to TimesNow, which somehow happens to have the inside scoop on almost everything.

The govt , though, will release the pics from situation room(10 Janpath) showing the reactions of Manmohan Singh, P Chidambaram and Sonia Gandhi while they oversee the entire assasination episode.

But if you are a girl and a fan of Rahul Gandhi, then I am sorry to disappoint you. He will not be in the situation room ‘cos Amul Babies aren’t supposed to watch T Rajendar’s hairdo.

I hope you like this blueprint and if you happen to know any Army or RAW officer please let them know about my clever plans. I am willing to help the Indian authorities for free.

And now, before you all roll off to die after reading my ass-assination plan, please watch another proof of Gaptun Vijaykanth’s amazing powwwer:

Osama Ki Maut

By , May 2, 2011 3:39 pm

This is a work of stupidity and lack of sleep coupled with the sadness of Delhi Daredevils not performing well in IPL4. If you came here to find something good, I am sorry to have disappointed you.

Gaay hamaari maata hai,
Tumko kuch nahi aata hai
Amreeka sabka baap hai
Twin Tower phodna paap hai

Geroge Bush ki phati hui thi
CIA ki hati hui thi
Al-qaida saare has rahe thhe
Aisi ghatna ghati hui thi

US Army ne attack kiya
Taliban ne retaliate kiya
Osama ne baandha bistar-bora
Kabul se pahuncha Tora-Bora

Hoshwalon ko khabar kya
Bekhudi kya cheez hai
Bomb phodiye phir samajhiye
USA kitna badtameez hai

Par Osama haar kabhi na maana
Bhaaga chhod ke Afghanistan
Jhat se Musharraff TV pe bola
“Osama is not in Pakistan”

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Why the fuck you had to lie??

Jungle me chipa nahi tha vo
Gufa me ghusa nahi tha vo
Islamabad se thodi dur
Sheher me aake chip gaya vo

Abbottabad ke mansion me
Bina kisi bhi tension me
Rehta tha vo aatankvaadi
Jo tha khoon bahane ko aadi

Usey laga Pakistan mein,
Sanctuary ki dukaan mein,
Vo kabhi nahi mil payega
Sabko maamu banayega

But rose is laal, jaundice is pila
CIA ne dhoondh nikala

Obama ne Navy Seals ko kaha
“Take him down, you are good to go”
Fir kya hona thaa,
The shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low…

IPL4 – The Beautiful Side of IPL

By , April 28, 2011 7:32 pm

So we are almost halfway into the IPL and have witnessed some really awesome performances by both Indian(Badrinath, Rayudu, Valthaty) and Foreign(Gayle, Malinga, Hussey) players.

We also came across the fact that Jesse Ryder prefers a certain barber who is as bad in barbing as Sreesanth is at bowling.

But IPL is not a cricket tournament. The fact that it’s telecast on SET Max, a movie channel, is a reason enough to prove that it is a tamasha. But who cares when the tamasha consists of beastly sixes and beautiful beauties applauding on the sidelines??

Come on.. The sex ratio in our country is so low that the average Indian guy has more chances of spotting an honest politician than a girl, let alone a hot one.

So, come IPL and he has the time of his life. Not only does he witness the whale-of-a-gayle hit the ball like a tracer bullet(Ravi Shastri anyone??), he also watches some of the most beautiful faces that he will ever come across in his life.

Let us look some of those beautiful damsels to watch out for, shall we?

1. The RCB Cheerleaders


Undoubtedly, Vijay Mallaya has the most gorgeous set of girls cheering for his team. This man has a great taste for alcohol, cars, yatchs, planes and chicks. Hats-off sir.

Compare this to Chennai owner Gurunath Meiyappan who has two male cheerleaders!!! As much as I love CSK, I hate to see two men dancing with glittering-somethings in their hands when Badri plays the scoop over cover for a six.

The next best after RCB are the Deccan and Mumbai girls.

2. The Female Owners – Preity, Shilpa and Gayatri Reddy

Beautiful women with lots of money. They are what Indian women should be, beauty with a business brain and money.

Amongst the three, I would rate Gayatri Reddy above the bollywood beauties but I am a big fan Preity Zinta, so fanship makes me biased against Ms Reddy.

Shilpa Shetty is the only one whom I suspect to be just an investor with no intellectual inputs.

3. Missus Dhoni

Even if she comes in burqa, the cameramen in stadium will spot her and beam her after every over. Not that we are complaining anyway.

But I guess the cameraman who followed Lalit Modi in previous 3 IPLs in order to telecast his face more than the batsman on strike has now been given the job of following every moves of Sakshi Dhoni.

Again, not that we are complaining anyway.

4. The Sahara Pune Girls

One look at the Sahara Pune VIP stands and you will be blinded by the beauty of girls surrounding Subroto Roy. That man is to IPL what Vijay Mallaya is to F1/Calendars/Airlines/IPL, surrounded by lots of girls that is.

Not just the VIP girls, even the average girl sitting in the gallery stands is no less gorgeous. Yuvi must be thanking his kismat.

Deliberate Omission – Deepika Padukone

Even if all the above girls were combined and their awesomeness multiplied by 99, they would still fall short of Deepika.

Then why the omission?? It’s more out of jealousy than anything. I hate to see her in the arms of someone who seems to have killed a porcupine and use it as his wig.

Remembarances:

Archana Vijaya(when in studios, in sari), Shibani Dandekar(minus the annoying accent) and Ishant Sharma.

Short Poem: Hug Me

By , February 27, 2011 6:34 am

Wrote this many months back. Found it in my harddisk today.

Hug me, when you are happy.cat
Hug me, when you are sad.
Hug me, when you wanna smile.
Hug me, if your day was bad.

Hug me, when you feel lonely.
Hug me, when you’re over the moon.
Hug me, when you wanna shout.
Hug me, whether its eve or noon.

Hug me, when you are joyous.
Hug me, when you feel shitty.
Hug me, when you wanna LOL.
Hug me, when issues fifty.

Hug me, when you are pissed off.
Hug me, when problems galore.
Hug me, when you wanna cry.
Hug me, if you want hugs more.

Hug me, when you need some love.
Hug me, when you go insane.
Hug me, when you are hurt.
Hug me, to ease your pain.

Hug me, is all I can say.
I’ll be there as long as I live.
When you need me, my hugs are there.
Cos a HUG is the best that I can give.

My Engineering Exam Days…

By , February 11, 2011 10:45 am

Its tough being a farzi engineer, when you have to score marks even when you hate the subject like anything.

These lines are an ode to the shittiest days of my life: The 30 days PL (Preparatory Leave) before exam. I am writing a poetry after more than 2 years so it may not be all that good. Here it is:

Pehle….

Mahina mere paas tha,
ye tees din hi kaafi the.
Socha bahot ukhadunga,
khuda jo mere saath hi the.
Is baar to 1st class lana hai,
kuch kar ke to dikhaoonga.
Jo lava bujh gaya sa hai,
usme phir se aag lagaoonga.

Is liye….

Pehla din guzaara maine schedule ko banane me.
5 subjects ko daal diya 6-6 dino ke tehkhaane me.
Socha isko follow karunga, waste na hoga ek bhi din.
Par dusre din se doob gaya main aalas ke mehkhaane me.

Jab aalas se baahar nikla,
to saala do hafta chala gaya.
Phir se ek din poora baitha,
aur schedule ko revise kiya.

Par….

Jab syllabus ko theek se dekha,
to meri gaand saali phat gayi.
Notes bhi nahi thhe yaar,
meri to solid waat lag gayi.

Zerox ke chakkar me, college ke chakkar kate.
Kitabon ke chakkar me, library ke chakkar kaate.
Samose ke chakkar me, canteen ke chakkar kaate.
Doubts ke chakkar me, professors ke chakkar kaate.

Notes to adhoore reh gaye,
kitaben bhi mili nahi.
Samose kha kar ghar aa jata,
par kabhi doubts clear hue nahi.

Aur phir…

Aadha course hi complete kiya ke,
itne me exam ka din bhi aa gaya.
1st class ke sapne choor hue,
main phir se chutiya ban gaya.

In aankhon me tha zalzala,
dimaag ki nass thi phat rahi.
Saason me ajab si ghutan thi,
upar se kismat kutti has rahi.

Saala jo kuch bhi chhod kar aaya tha,
wahi exam me puch diya.
Aur bas yahi sochta reh gaya,
maine is ek mahine me kya kiya?

Guys and Relationships: Before, During and After.

By , February 2, 2011 2:24 pm

This post in no way relates to me or the incidents in my life. Just a flight of imagination combined with lunacy. I am in no way responsible for the mental agony caused because of this post. Now that you have been cautioned, read on and screw up the precious ten minutes of your life.

I doubt there will be any heterosexual guy who wouldn’t yearn for a girl in his life. Yes, it also includes those nerdy folks who prefer to solve a problem on differential equations instead of watching TV.

You can imagine a world without any more Android updates. You can imagine a world where China becomes the world’s largest democracy. You can even imagine a world where Yuvraj Singh can bat well. But you can’t for once imagine a world without those beautiful creatures that God made out of Adam’s ribcage.

yuvraj singh

yuvraj singh

A period comes in a man’s life when he decides that he should have a companion who “loves, cares and adores” him. He wants someone who will treasure him just like he treasures her. Whether that companion fulfills his simple aspirations is an altogether different matter.

So, my largely empty brain decided to come up with a blog post where I will make an attempt to highlight what a guy goes through when he decides to get into a relationship.

Phase I- Singlehood:

The guy is living a happy life.

He loves watching MTV, playing Age of Empires III and thoroughly enjoys riding his bike at 80km/hr. Above 100Km/hr in case you own a Pulsar/CBZ/Karizma/Fazer, I won’t mention Apache ‘cos I hate TVS.

He curses his luck whenever he comes across a couple on bike. He quips to his friend who is also single, ‘yaar inko koi sharam nahi hai?’(Do they have no shame?) when he observes that the girl is holding on tightly to the guy.

Of course that statement is more out of frustration rather than a serious concern for the obnoxiously conservative society he lives in.

Meanwhile, the nerdy boy is loving his books. He successfully comes up with 43 ways to fuck the crap out of his non-nerdy classmates, i.e, academically… there’s no other way he can do that.

But don’t underestimate the soda-glassed nerds when it comes to girls. Their neurons can’t compete with their hormones.

Phase II- In a Relationship:

in love

Some of the jealous oglers and nerds do get lucky(a debatable term). After all, God has to prove his existence to those who live a hopeless life.

So he spends his days with his girlfriend in malls, shops, highways, eateries, theatres and what-not. Of course, he used to hangout there with this friends before as well. But this time he has a smile and message. A message to the atheists: “God is there”.

He forgets the meaning of the word ‘Study’. His  mobile recharges have shot up 3 times. Undoubtedly, the cell phone operator has just bought a supercomputer from IBM to calculate his talktime charges.

MTV and Age of Empires III are pissed off at being ignored. His bike doesn’t go above 40Km/hr and his cellphone hates to ring every 3 minutes carrying an SMS.

His parents keep asking him questions as to why he is always stuck to his phone. He wriggles out saying different names everytime.

Then comes the sad part, when the relationship becomes serious. The girl asks(read, commands) him to be responsible in his life. She wants him to study hard and get a good job, so that she could -few weeks/months/years down the line- convince her parents that her boyfriend is as good as the groom they have selected.

She rebukes him for wasting time in the malls, shops, highways, eateries, theatres and what-not. He meekly tries to protest that it was she who insisted on it , and that he paid for all the expenses. You guessed it right!!! He was thrashed for coming up with that argument.

Another 2 hours on the phone and 40 SMSes later, the girl finally accepts his apology. Did I mention that the girl banged the phone 6 times in those 2 hours?

He curses his course books for being the so tough on his love life. He curses his professors. He curses God. Out of nowhere he gets this desperate urge to watch MTV, but the remote is with mom, watching a serial. Poor guy lost his TV time-slot.

He fires up his PC to play Age of Empires III, but the game got corrupt. Thats the game’s way of telling “Fuck you asshole!!! for all those moments you ignored me”.

He resigns and helplessly grinds his way through his course books.

The lucky(again a debatable term) ones who manage to study hard and secure a good job ultimately get the girl(unless the girl’s father has contacts with the ‘Khap’ clan). They stay in this phase for their entire life while the rest move on to the 3rd phase.

Phase III- The Break-up:

sad emoticon

Those who fail to be responsible in their life are the ones who fall into this category. Of course they do have the company of two-timing cheater boozos in this category. But its like being jailed for a suicide-attempt and having a murderer as his jail mate.

He finds it difficult to live without the constantly buzzing cellphone. The moment his phone rings, he excitedly receives it only to hear the girl on the other side say: “Sir mai ****** ***** Bank se baat kar rahi hun. Kya aap life insurance lena chahenge?”(Sir, I am talking from ****** ***** Bank. Are you interested in a life insurance policy?). He bellows few curses and disconnects.

But, sooner or later, he rediscovers his life. The life which he had forsaken eons ago. He reintroduces himself to his old friends. They point out the changes in him and come up with the cliched line “Maine bola tha ladki ke peeche mat pad”(I told you not to run after chicks). If only he listened to his friends.

He vows he would never love any girl. He vows he would never get into a relationship. He proclaims that love is a waste of time and energy.

After all those proclamations, he replaces Age of Empires III with World of Warcraft and fights with his mom for the remote so that he can catch up on MTV Roadies. Ah… the awesomeness of visual media.

But then, men are men. Three months down the line, he is again jealous of every other couple roaming the city on the bike and unfortuntely, he re-enters the first phase. God Save Him.

A Little Note About the Nerdy Guy:

The geek finds it relatively easy to become mature and responsible and hence stay in phase II.

If at all he gets totally fucked up in life and ends up in the 3rd phase, he goes back to his books. Not for academics and marks, but to create a legion of plutonium powered lego-demons who will help him kill off every other girl who shares her first name with his ex-girlfriend.

angry nerd

Image credit for the ‘Love’ image: Aunt Oweee: http://www.flickr.com/photos/aunto/3281711078/

The Blog Begins…

By , August 21, 2010 4:25 pm

It was a cold and windy night. The clouds loomed large in the sky and hid the Moon from those wussy people who try to see their far separated lovers in it… lame…  Anyways, it was about to rain.. Hell… Let the rains begin..

So its raining now and alongwith wind and cold its quite a shitty place to be in. But then, as always, there’s a guy who has some work to do which can’t be postponed till tomorrow, which, weather.msn.com says will be sunny and clear.. So this guy is going and going(to do his so-called work) and comes across a broken truck. He goes near and alas, he finds that the driver is dead on the steering wheel with his throat slit. This guy gets shit scared thinking that the killer might be around and that he might be the next victim, why he thinks that I don’t know..but I am sure he’s one of those Moon-gazing wussies..

Suddenly, there is rumble in the bushes by the roadside, should I say this guy got even more scared? He didnt even think that the driver’s assistant might be in the bushes, injured and bleeding and might be needing some help, the killer might have dragged him there. I guess cold+wind+rain+moonless night makes everyone scared of rumbling bushes. He thinks its best to walk away and does so very fast, he hears footsteps and presumes that someone is following. He starts walking faster, but the footsteps are getting closer and closer.

He breaks into a run but the mysterious footsteps are still chasing him. He is panting heavily… His breath are short and difficult.. And then there is a bullet shot, which misses his ears by centimeters.. He gets even more wussier and runs faster.. Another bullet shot.. Again a miss.. Four more bullets fired.. Luckily all miss him.. He’s running for like an hour now, he is very tired, he doesn’t know when the next bullet will be fired and might kill him.. his whole life flashes before his eyes, his parents…his teachers(sic)..his friends..his first girlfriend..his second girlfriend..his third girlfriend..his first boyfriend(the one he  sees while moon-gazing).. he thinks about all good things in his life..he says in loudly in his mind- “Come on Rakesh, stop making me run, bloody just kill me instead. I’ve been running for hours!!!!”

And then there is bullet shot…dhishkiyon..and Joe is dead..

Who is Joe? No not our wussy guy, Joe is the guy who was chasing our guy. Actually a cop heard the 6 bullets that Joe fired on our guy. When Joe was refilling(Matrix II has totally taken away the flavour from the word ‘reload’) his revolver(not a pistol, it has 9 bullets) the cop fired at Joe and Joe died.

Moral of the story 1: The good guys never die, no matter how many bullets are fired at them. No matter how phattu they are they still manage to survive.

Moral of the story 2: Rakesh has made this blog where he can write such pathetically soul-sucking mind-numbing piece of shits like the one above.  He will be using this blog for torturing his readers(if there are any) to the ultimate path of lunacy. If you are tired of being a sane-minded happy human being and want to fuck up your life, then this blog is for you.

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