Yellow pipals.
Happy birthday to me. I completed 31 years on your planet on Oct 25th. Jehangir told me about something which his uncle told him. His uncle tells Jehangir a lot of things in life. Famous quotes include, "mundi ghusao, gaand bhi ghusega", a euphemism on how to drive in Mumbai traffic. So anyway, apparently, once you are over 30, you should start counting in reverse. Guess it makes more sense once you are pushing 40. If you did not wish me on my birthday, its OK. I don't mind. It just goes to prove you are one hell of a pathetic lost lousy loser. My birthday was celebrated across five different locations in India and overseas without me being there, which goes to prove, that I only know those people who will drink themselves to death no matter what the bloody occasion is! The reason I am hamming so much about my birthday here is because this one time, I was made to feel very special and all. So a big thank you to:
Jehangir - The cake was a neat idea dude...thanks mate...
Amma & Nanna - That was a surprise! I mean, you paying the bill!
Uncles, Aunts - I know you love me. heh, heh.
Now. The buck stops here. There is this one person to who the rest of the post is dedicated.
His name is Khadar.
First, the cake:
Then, the guitar. (Will post the pic soon...)
For you, I will now learn the guitar. God promise.
(The story behind the cake is that I told Khadar one night that I wanted to stop the blog because I was bored of it....I keep writing the same crap and all....well, I'm touched man.)
Okay, My St. WIMSA (Why Is My Son Abnormal, a.k.a my mom) is here. Some nuggets during our conversations:
"Success is negative because it does not allow you to fail, but failure is positive, because it allows you to succeed"
"People who give up on life will stop living long before they are dead"
"Why can't you have a normal life? Will you ever marry again? Don't you want a normal life for your parents at least? Look at everyone else's parents! I have never understood whether I should be proud of you or bang my head against the wall."
So long. I have to finish this upma before I get another lecture on time and discipline and other useless shit.
5 comments:
I also want to wish someone. His name is SRK. Today is his birthday. 'appy 'b'day SRK. Ayooooo..shy came off..:)
-N
Pipals are good, pipals ki cchaon mein baitenga to sukh-cchain se hagga marenga, BUDDHA ko dekho. Anyway I aim to wish you Happy Birthday but I am sidetracked as Barack Hussein Obama is the president of the pipals in the yoo, YESS oph Yay !!! SO
Happy Birthday world and belated to you cos you are so out of this world, I mean all the time :-)
Aye teri maa ki kiri kiri
well, much to my disappointment..my name or my indulgence was no wr mentioned...! nt dat my name been mentioned here wud elevate me to heights of success r fame...but, jus dat i made my attempt n my presence so much included to make this thing happen u fatfaggotyretard!! now stop strumming ur guitar fr it aint yo libido...n yep all praise da lord..on thee kness now..not reharsin zi position du' kamasutra nor in jest..but, ehem in humble nature dat is :P
long live..jammi page..heard most..expectin more! fr i knw der is...! if der aint...i gt a silk thread to strangle u soft ya ass he hu haaa
N, shanoop, and ethical dilemma, thanks for the comments.
N - thoo.
shanoop - I've never understood whether I should be proud that you are my friend or bang my head against the wall.
I apologise for not having taken some names. Here they are:
Lord Momus - I don't make friends easily. In your case, I don't know why I made the exception. But I am happy I did that. Thanks mate. Pick up those drums again and lets start talking music.
Sanj and Som - For the cake.
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