Bechara Sunny Deol

          It was engagement of Amrish Puri’s Daughter. I was alone. I saw many superstars there. I found my favorite Sunny Deol trying not coming to anyone’s notice. I was happy in myself that I am in front of Sunny though he is not recognizing me, obviously, even if he was in my dream. Sunny was with someone, who was not a celebrity.

          After sometime Amrish came out of some room and started talking to the Pundit. But Amrish was not like a villain but like a good father. Sunny shouted “Amrish Puri, mein tujhe zinda nahi chhodunga” and he with the other person ran to Amrish to attack him. But Amrish’s bodyguard shot hundreds of bullets on Sunny and the other person and they died on the spot.

          But other than me and two bodyguards of Amrish, no one else cared that Sunny attacked Amrish or Sunny is dead. One bodyguard said, “Sunny is my favorite hero but I am very sorry about killing him because of duty”. I felt very bad that the hero we see in TV who never die even hit by hundred bullets or who alone fights with whole Pakistani army is lying dead this way.

          Then Amrish asked the Pundit, “Shaadi kii tareekh kya rakhein”. Then all of sudden Sunny woke up from dead and shouted,”Tareekh pe tareekh, tareekh pe tareekh, tareekh pe tareekh” and ran towards Amrish again. One of the bodyguards said, “Sunny Sir, yeh mera favorite dialogue hai”. Amrish asked his men to shoot him and silence him. Then the two bodyguard shot bullets on the neck of Sunny to silence him.

          Amrish completed his chat with the Pundit and went outside the hall. I said to the two bodyguards, ”Yaar, mujhe Sunny ko yeh haal mein dekh kar bahut dukh ho raha hai”. Sunny again got up and ran behind Amrish outside the hall. I slowly got up and went outside to see how he will kill Amrish when the bodyguards were inside chatting with me, who can protect Amrish now. When I reached outside I found Sunny lying on the road and nobody even cared to look at him. Amrish had two more bodyguards, outside the hall, who shot him this time.

          I moved toward him slowly in no hurry.  I was happy that Sunny is as strong as he is shown in film. He stood up several times even after so many bullets but body has limits anyone will die after so many bullets. While I was going towards Sunny, I saw Diya Mirza and with her was Neha Pai of Onmobile. I was shocked to see Neha Pai with Diya Mirza but I did not care, my hero Sunny was dying. Neha smiled when she passed by but I was in no mood to return the smile. I just passed her without giving her much importance.

          I and the same two bodyguards who were fan of Sunny were chatting again on Sunny’s body. I asked,”Why does Sunny wanted to kill Amrish?” They said, “They had problems since the time of Damini”. When he uttered Damini, Sunny stood up again and ran towards him shouting "Damineeeeeee". Amrish was moving towards door of another room or hall. Amrish did not turn, he kept moving ahead.

          The two bodyguards with me removed their pistols and tried to shoot Sunny again. But this time, I wanted Sunny to somehow succeed in killing Amrish. So I grabbed one bodyguard’s hand and changed the direction of about to shoot pistol to other bodyguard and killed him. Then I turned his hand towards him and pressed the trigger and killed that bodyguard as well. The other two bodyguard of Amrish tried to kill Sunny. But I took the pistol and shot the two bodyguards by headshots taking aims close to Sunny shoulder.

          Sunny ran and jumped on Amrish and both fell inside hardly pushing and breaking the door. I was happy that finally Sunny will kill Amrish. Then someone touched me from behind. I, without seeing behind, shot the person who touched me, in stomach. Then I heard a girl shouting behind me. When I turned, I saw it was Diya Mirza who shouted and it was Neha Pai who I shot.

Long Time

no see no talk
no touch no walk
no quarrel no fight
no wrong no right
no love no kiss
no mrs no miss
no river no hills
no date no bills
no movie no fun
no moon no sun

Buddha Khadoos Manager - Wanna take Revenge?

For people who hate their old managers, actually they will love to take revenge with their managers this way.

Kidnap your manager's daughter. Keep her properly and happily with full comfort. Give her every pleasure and everything she asks for. Make her feel at home. Sorry don’t make her feel at home, make it more entertaining and pleasurable if she asks for. Obviously no one gets it at home, so if she asks for it, don’t miss the golden opportunity. Don’t do anything wrong, maintain your dignity. After 2-3 day, leave her home.

Her dad will try to kill you. But she will say her dad that you did not even touch her, you are a good boy, etc. He will doubt her daughter, or instead that she fell in love with you. He will think she is hiding for him because how can a motherfucker like you, not do anything to a girl, he kidnapped for 2 days. His doubt will make his life living hell, only his.

Better idea: Kidnap his daughter when she is with her father and that too only for an hour or two. Then in this case, he will think everything same. But difference will be, he will think why only 2 hours. This time he will be sure that you did something but she is hiding. How lose character her daughter can be, supporting her kidnapper, who might have even raped her or something else. Huh!

Plans are plans, which are easy to make but fucking difficult to implement.

Swimming

Premise

            My housemates and I shut off the house lights and household appliances from 8:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. on March 27 to participate in the annual Earth Hour event. We (Murli, Satish and I) went to our terraces. Murli and Satish are school friends. So they told me about their school days fun.

            In their school, the girls had separate 2 rows on one side and boys had separate 3 rows on other. But Murli always used to be near or in girls row. He used to eat their Tiffin’s. There was a villainous boy in the school, who used to hate Satish. The boy was fat and was nicknamed Motu. Though he did not had much problem with Murli, but some way I remembered the guy as villain in Murli’s school who hated him too.

Dream

            In the dream, Murli and I were in same school. He, I and 2 hotties (say Priya and Aarti) of the school were a group. He used to like one girl (say Priya) and I used to like one girl (say Aarti). I wanted to propose my girl and wanted Murli to do the same. I planned a school trip to THE GREAT ESCAPE, a water park near Bombay, which is an awesome place to enjoy in water and romantic to propose a girl too. I know swimming well and Murli was learning to swim from months. Priya and Aarti did not know swimming.

            Then in the water park, there was a swimming pool 5-15 feet deep. Thinking 5 feet Aarti jumped in 15 feet side. She started drowning and I saw her hands waving in the water. I jumped in the pool held her body in water tightly to mine and brought her outside the pool somehow. Seeing she was unconscious, I started trembling. But I lifted her on my hands and kept her on a bed lying by the sides of the pool. Then I pressed her chest to remove the water from her lungs. I thought to give her artificial respiration, but when I touched my mouth to hers she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I was surprised that she kissed me, but also was happy that she is fine. I kissed her back and said “I love you Aarti”. She replied “I love you too”. Murli and Priya came to Aarti enquiring about her condition.

            Then I thought somehow Murli should do something too. Few minutes later, there was a moment on the ramp of a swimming pool, when Priya and Aarti were on ramp to jump and I and Murli were standing behind them. Aarti forfeited her plans to jump and left as she was frightened by the previous incident, but Priya thought to give it a try if it is not deeper than 6.  Priya went near the end of the ramp and bent down to ask a classmate inside the pool how deep was the pool there. While she was asking, a plan stuck to me. I knew the pool was 10 feet deep in that area and also I knew that Murli is learning swimming from many days. The plan was that if someway Priya falls in the pool or I push her, after the classmate in the pool leaves and Murli jumps in the pool and saves her, they might end up the same way we did. I told Murli about the plan. Murli, too, thought that he can save her, after so many months of learning swimming.

            The classmate below came out of the pool and tried to tell Priya that it was 10 feet deep but she was not able to hear him properly. She leaned more towards the end of the ramp. I moved close to her and pushed her buttock with my thighs. She fell into the 10 feet deep pool. Then I told Murli to jump and he jumped to save her. I was so happy we both will be getting what we wanted so long on the very same day. I joyfully looked down in the pool, but found Priya and Murli both drowning in the pool. How can I forget Murli had never tried the ramp before? I can’t save both of them alone. I called the first and nearest boy I saw. He turned out to be the Motu. I told him, “Priya and Murli are drowning, I will save Priya and you save Murli”. But as I told you, he hated Murli too; he said, “I won’t save Murli”. In such a panicking situation, I thought of nothing else or any consequences and said “Ok, you save Priya and I save Murli”. He agreed. He and I jumped in the pool.

            Next Scene was neither the pool nor the school, but it was a stage of a marriage hall and I said, “And this is how Motu and Priya got married”.

Got Up

            The dream ended and I started getting conscious about the sunlight in my room. Then I heard a voice, “Deepak get up, it’s already 11”. I opened my eyes and Murli was in front of me. The first things I said was, “Murli, do you know to swim”. Murli asked “why”. I said “Nothing”.

Sleeping in OnMobile

      I was in office (OnMobile) and had no work. I was feeling very sleepy and weak, so I slept being little bit conscious of what is happening around.
      Then I realized someone kissing me. Few seconds later again, some else kissed me. Then one by one, every girl in my company came and kissed me. I was completely aware of what is going on but was not able to get up. Even if I could, I would have slept silently, obviously who will miss such an opportunity.
      Obviously this happened in my dreams.

Airtel's Fake Court Case by their Recovery Team (21st April 2010)

Background - Got an Airtel Connection and got it disconnected

      We (I and my roommates) purchased an Airtel broadband connection with Wi-Fi. The salesman gave the connection and he assured to give us router in 2 days. But we didn’t get the router for 1.5 months. We told them we won’t pay until we get the router. They agreed. But they sent the bill. We didn’t pay. Then daily they used to call and I used to tell them same thing hundreds of time that too from the beginning and they used to agree that it’s their fault and no one will call again but they did call again. This wasn’t enough. They also sent strong muscular men at home to collect the bill who don’t even know English or Hindi and their job was to collect money at any cost not to negotiate. We talked to their executives on phone and tell him everything again from the beginning. Then they sent us a notice that if we don’t pay they will police case. I talked to a girl named Geeta, who we were supposed to talk according to the notice, and told her everything. She said she will talk to her manager and inform me at 4 PM but she didn’t. I called her at 5 PM then next day at 4 PM but she said that we shouldn’t worry she will take care we don’t receive any more notice. But still we received a notice next month with a new name, let’s take it Seeta, and I had to do same stupid conversations again. Then 3-4 months there was no communication. We assumed everything is settled.

Morning - Call from a reader to a Tees Hazari Court's Judge

      Then today I was getting ready to go to my office. I received a call. A man named Gajendra Yadav asked if that was Aditya Murthy. I told Aditya is my roommate. He informed me his hearing was at 12 Noon, asked him to come to court 4, Tees Hazari court Delhi. I was shocked and asked him what the matter was. He asked if there is anybody of my relation or friend in Delhi to send if possible. I said that there was no one but asked what happened. He said he can’t tell me anything but I ignored 2 notices of previous notices and was ignoring this 3^rd one too. So I was charged Rupees 86000 for Contempt of court. If I wasn’t present in court this time, I will be in serious trouble. Eighty-Six Thousand, oh my god what the hell? I was drenched in cold sweat. When I told him that I have no idea about it and can’t be in court at 12 since I am in Bangalore and we never received any notice, then he said he can’t help and he was a reader to judge and gave me the number of my opposition government lawyer Sandhya Kaushik. I was a bit worried about what was happening but decided to keep my cool. I called her and told her that I was Deepak Mishra on behalf of Aditya Murthy, but she refused to tell me anything as I was not Aditya Murthy. I told her I will pay all fines for Aditya, still. She refused to argue with me, disconnected the call once and didn’t pick the next time. I talked to Gajendra Yadav again and told him that she is not even telling about the case what for or who have. He terrified me by saying that there were only 10 minutes to 12 and Sandhya Kaushik is my opposition lawyer and if she doesn’t talk to me or I don’t reach the court before my hearing, I will have to pay a bigger fine for Contempt of that court. He asked me to talk to her soon and then back to him within 10-15 minutes. I was almost trembling in fear as Aditya was unaware of this and I was the one who was responsible for not paying the bill. Then I called her again and this time I wanted to be a bit more aggressive and conscious because I had to convince her to talk to me, even though I was not Aditya Murthy and had to decide myself and as there was no time.

Noon - The Conversation with the opposition lawyer

      This time she picked the phone and I started in a diplomatic tone. I told her that I didn’t receive any of the notice and so wasn’t present any time in court and why would I not come if I had received a notice. There can be only possibility that Airtel might be the client who has filed a case against Aditya Murthy because only Airtel’s call of Aditya Murthy comes on my phone number and we have not followed the rule only in this case as we believe Airtel is wrong in this case. I told Aditya Murthy doesn’t know Hindi. She told she will talk to him in the language he understands. I said “You know Malayalam. How?”. When she still did not agree I told her that suppose in a morning, someone calls me and says your hearing for a murder case is at 12, come to court 4 and refuses to tell me who have I killed. This will obviously make me sick. At least I should know, before getting hanged, who have I killed and who have filed a case against me that I have killed someone. After 15-20 minutes of arguments, she agreed it was Airtel and started discussing the case. She said if we would have paid Rupees 3300 earlier or came to the previous hearing in other courts it wouldn’t have increased so much to 86000. It’s a very big amount, even if it will be shared among 5 housemates but still it's 86000. She told me to come to Delhi. I said that she know it too that it’s not possible. I asked if at all I get a lawyer and fight the case spending a Lakh rupees and win, but I won’t get the Lakh rupees back. So what’s the point in fighting this way? She is opposition lawyer and I said this. She was shocked and said how I can guarantee the win when all proofs are against me because she was the opposition lawyer and she hasn't seen any person like me before that is in trouble and saying that he will win. I said that I know how. She asked me what I do, what my father does. Then she asked me whether she can ask me a personal question which was my salary. I said 30000 in hand. Knowing my salary, her behavior towards me changed. She became little polite. She said then why didn’t we pay. I said it wasn’t about money. I proved to her that Airtel was at fault and they were very irresponsible too; also that we were about to case on Airtel in consumer court. It wasn’t that we didn’t have any intention to pay bills because we later took Airtel’s connection again with simpler conditions and are paying it properly. We didn’t pay because it’s not wrong to fight for the right and even we know the laws, so we believe we are on upper hand here. I am not much experienced. She might know more than me. She said does she seem to me like an 80 years old. I thought to ask her whether I can ask her a personal question which was her actual age but I didn’t. Obviously, my friend would get into trouble if anything happens. She asked me when I received the notice from Airtel, why didn’t I go to Airtel office and talk. I said don’t I have any work that I will take leave to do these things. She sort of scolded me for that that only I have work and others don’t. I asked her was she talking on behalf of Airtel. She said how many times she has to tell me she was a government lawyer. I said but right now it’s impractical to do anything, and then asked her politely what can be done? It was already an hour of discussion or arguments and 12 noon went unnoticed way earlier. She told me to talk to Gajendra Yadav, he can undo the fine for Contempt of court as we did not receive the notice.

After Noon - Paid the Bill

      Gajendra Yadav said if she withdraws the case its fine then things will settle. He was waiting for my call and he has been shifting Aditya’s file below other files since 12 and can do no more than 2-3 more times and asked me to act fast. She told me to pay the bill 3300 and send her the receipt number; she will withdraw the case and then I should send her a scanned copy of the receipt. I asked Gajendra Yadav that if I pay the bill and will it be like I was guilty and so I paid the bill. He said I can case on Airtel after this case is closed. So I did what was required. But if the case would have been in my name, I wouldn’t have paid it. Then I told Aditya everything and asked him should we go to consumer court but he said he won’t suggest that.

About the Conversation - Feeling Proud (Idiot)

      But that hour of arguments was WOW. It felt like I am so good. Though the lawyer Sandhya was so strict and firm, she might not have faced anyone like me so talkative and dominating. I am telling an opposition lawyer, who is claiming all proofs are against me, that I will fight the case and win easily but no point in doing it because a lot of money will be spent in doing so and won’t get it back even if I win. Even I was dominated in discussion many times and almost completely in the beginning when she wasn’t ready to talk and also got terrorized by her and her strict tone of speech because it was like any mistake I do will reflect on my friend and his career too. I can’t keep his career at stake. Also, 86000 is not a small amount even to share. Still, I kept talking to her. Even she panicked few times because a normal young guy, not even a lawyer was proving her and her client wrong. I felt that I am no less than a lawyer. But by the end of the whole talk session, I was so dehydrated that my mouth was completely dry. I can’t decide this was good or bad but was a very interesting time.

The Conclusion - Actually got fooled by Airtel's recovery team

      What was I proud of? Airtel got what they wanted. So basically, I have been fooled again. First by the salesman then now by their recovery team. Sandhya, Gajendra, and others no one was a lawyer or in any way related to court. They were just a part of Airtel's recovery team trying to threaten customers and get the bill paid. IT HURTS.

I Dream of Jeannie

Premise

I met her in a wedding. She was so pretty that I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute face. She had a 5feet 6-7inches height, semi long hair, a very fair complexion, big eyes (don’t know the color), small cute nose, pink lips, pink chubby cheeks (maybe makeup). I resisted myself from doing that little Googly Woogly Woosh. She was wearing Salwar and a short sleeveless Kameez, clearly revealing her callipygian curves and the entire shapely length of her legs. She looked like a fairy from paradise or you can say Apsara from Indra Lok. She was a kind of girl anyone will die for. When she got nervous or confused, she used to make faces and bite her nails. She looked so innocent and cute, can’t tell about others but I will surely die for that look. I wished she is always confused and especially if I could keep her confused. I was lost into her completely and it took me an hour to gain myself back from her heavenly beauty.

During the reception, she spills something (may be Dal) on her dress. She was not able to decide what to do and she was sad for dirtying her dress. She sat down on the floor and started crying. About a minute or two, her dad came and took her to the washroom. That was when I realized something was wrong with her. Till that time she was my Miss Perfect and she was behaving very perfectly too. Someone told me she is mad. That’s when my attraction towards her became an infatuation. Then I later found out her story from a friend.

Her name is Preeti, daughter of a great rich man. Her mom had an accident when she was 7-8 months pregnant with her. She was born by scissor delivery immediately and her mom lost ability to bear another child. Preeti is an abnormal child (mentally challenged) since birth and unfortunately her parents’ only child. Her father nurtured her with great care and money. She did her B.Com. She is a much-pampered girl wherever she goes. She is only 7months older than me. I know she lives somewhere in Bombay, but I never tried to find out, though I want to.

Dream

This dream was like just a feeling because I didn’t hear anything. In the dream, we were in some beautiful dreamland, capable of being anyone’s desktop wallpaper. I proposed her but she rejected me very childishly. Then next scene we were at my place in Bangalore. Her family and my family were probably having a get-together.

She sat beside me watching Television. She was very near to me. I could see her cute face smiling at me. I thought what a kid she is. She is so cute, so beautiful, so sensual, so delicate, so perfect and yet so innocent. What should I do with this girl? I could not resist myself; though in real life, I can. I caught her cheeks and cuddled with them for few seconds. Seeing that she did not resist me, I gained strength and confidence and I kissed her on her cheek.

Wow, that was so awesome. Her face was in my hand and cheek by near my mouth. I was on cloud nine. Then I kissed her again, then on the other side, then on the nose, then forehead. I don’t know what I was doing with her. Also, I did not know what I wanted to do with her. I kept playing with her face with my hands and mouth; fondling her chubby cheeks and caressing her. She wasn’t even resisting too much. I played with my doll for a long time. And a funny thing was that I was doing this in front of both the families hers and mine and none of them seem to oppose it or even care.

While I was busy, I felt some discussion about her and my marriage. It was like her family and my family met for our marriage purpose only, so they did not care. WTF! I don't want to marry so soon. I got scared of marriage a little bit. But someday to someone, I have to; so what’s wrong. I didn’t care what was going on, I didn’t care will I have to marry her or not, I just wanted to hold her pretty face in my hands. I continued doing what I was doing.

I kept sucking her cheek and licking her face. I don’t know what type of love-making was that, but it was awesome. It was feeling of ultimate satisfaction and happiness and I was in a world of my own. I was a baby playing another baby.

Got up

When I got up, I completely forgot about the dreams for few minutes. While I was getting ready, it clicked. Something happened, but what? Oh! It was in my dreams. I started recollecting and the beautiful divine love-making dream but it started slipping away from my brain. It recollected it completely but still, I was forgetting it. So I told about the girl in my dream to a friend; so that if I forgot the dream, I will ask her. By remembering the girl, I might remember the dream.

It feels so awesome even to have such a dream. What was I doing? It feels like beauty lover baby inside me wants to play (and make some sweet sweet loving), but boy you need to grow up. It was just a dream.

Virgin Cupid

My friend who is a gay :P welcomed me to his gay club


Fuck you SOMB
I am a love god and want to be a sex god
I am just a Virgin Cupid
This doesn't mean I am gay

Wanted a Bike Driver

Required a Driver for my Karizma ZMR

Eligibility:

If Boy
2 Wheeler Driving License
Minimum 3 years experience on bikes
Minimum 1 year experience on Karizma or Pulsor bikes

If Girl
Beautiful
In shape
No experience required
No license required
Preferably single
I will myself learn to ride, for her

Girls are Safer with Me

What’s wrong in trying on or chasing a beautiful girl?
If I won’t, someone else will. So, why shouldn’t I?
Being with me is actually good for girls too.
Every girl, I am with, are safe with me from other boys.
All the boys who like the girls, I am seen with, stop chasing them as long as I am there with them.
After we broke up, the girls are back in demand.
I come in girls' life to boost their confidence and once they become confident, they become confident enough to dump me.

Language me kya rakha hai, Bhavnao ko samjho

I was so fucking happy till 18th April 2009. I fucked myself up on fucking 19th the fucking Sunday. I became so fucking retard that I fucked my fucking friends for next fucking 4-5 weeks. During that fucking period, it fucking happened that I fucking got a fucking opportunity to fucking rectify the fucking blunder that fucking happened that fucking Sunday and also I fucking looked the fucking best that fucking day. But that fucking opportunity fucking turned into another fucking blunder which fucking made it fucking worse which is fucking still not fucking repaired. Then next fucking 3-4 weeks I fucked myself up in getting my fucking friends back to fucking normal with me. I fucking am still fucking trying to fucking restore my fucking friendships back. And I can fucking say that my fucking friends fucking know me so fucking well and fucking like me so much that they have fucking forgiven me, except one, no two, fuck three, fuck four, what the fuck. On fucking 6th July, I joined my fucking company fucking OnMobile fucking Global fucking Limited which is fucking paying us so fucking limited. I fucking tried to stop fucking around with every fucking person I fucking meet. But some fucking way or other I fuck up with every fucking person, especially when a fucking girl and that too fucking beautiful. I am still fucking struggling to fucking achieve any fucking things in my whole fucking life. These fucking failures of mine keep fucking drilling me every fucking day. Every fucking night, my fucked up mind fucking reminds me of every fucking blunder I fucking committed in my fucking life and that fucking Sunday, I fucking did the biggest fucking blunder a fucker like me can fucking do. That fucking Sunday had ruined my fucking life till this fucking date. That fucking day was the fucking death day of all my fucking happiness. And today, the fucking 19th April 2010, the fucking anniversary of the death, I am so fucking depressed and so fucking regretful about all my fucking blunders and can’t fucking do any fucking thing about it.

Blunders

Always I believed that I will do wonders and wonders
I wonder what happened I did blunders and blunders
It seems disasters and I always go hand in hand
Every happening get twisted by magic wand
I know someday even my time will come
Only I will speak and all others will be mum

Copy Paste (not my creation)

A preacher, who shall we say was "humor impaired," attended a conference to help encourage and better equip pastors for their ministry.

Among the speakers were many well known and dynamic speakers. One such boldly approached the pulpit and, gathering the entire crowd's attention, said, "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman that wasn't my wife!"
The crowd was shocked! He followed up by saying, "And that woman was my mother!" - The crowd burst into laughter and delivered the rest of his talk, which went over quite well.

The next week, the pastor decided he'd give this humor thing a try, and use that joke in his sermon. As he surely approached the pulpit that sunny Sunday, he tried to rehearse the joke in his head. It suddenly seemed a bit foggy to him.

Getting to the microphone he said loudly, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of another woman that was not my wife!" The congregation inhaled half the air in the room. After standing there for almost 10 seconds in the stunned silence, trying to recall the second half of the joke, the pastor finally blurted out, "...and I can't remember who she was!"

Moral of the story: Don't copy paste what you can't

Vituperate

A distrait dogmatic virulent vitriolic vociferous whimsical farcical boorish cacopygian bitch
These are still not enough to vituperate any girl.
After all, they are species with brain having a paired ganglia in the head end and consisting of about 250,000 brain cells.

And if these lines are not understood by girls, my point is proved.

FUCK-LOVE

FUCK a girl just once and she will happily LOVE you for the rest of your life
and LOVE a girl just once and she will FUCK your life forever

CP's GF -- 20 words per second

My dear friend CP is honored with the most talented speaker in the whole world, and that too in the form of his dearest GF, a GF who speaks faster than AC frequency. The poor little boy used to come home and fall flat on the bed ( with his shoes on ) and seemed as if he had come after battling 3rd world war.

I hate you

I was fine before you walked into my world
I met you and my life became so curled twisted and whirled
I loved you so much believing you as my fate
I realize it now that it was the hell's gate
I don't know loving you what have I got
I just know right now I hate you a lot

I hate your hair, your clothes, I hate your style
I hate your humor, your voice, I hate your smile
I hate to see you because the more I see you, the more I think of you
I hate to see everything that belongs to you because they just remind me of you
I hate you when you don’t even care to talk at me
I hate you when you ignore the stupid me
I hate you when I wake up in the morning because you are the first thing on my mind
I hate you when I go to bed at night because you are in my dreams every time
I hate you when I’m feeling lonely and you not there
I hate you when you’re sad and don't share
I hate you because you don’t know how much I love you
I hate you because the truth is that I can’t hate you

Won't mind you (situational)

Don't worry won't mind you.
Just wanna remind you.
There is a person in this part of town who sometimes feel lonely.
His heart beats and mind wonders for one damsel only.

Poem from GOD

I'm sorry - I was wrong

Too often we don't realize
What we have until it is gone
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts
And we allow foolish things
To tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let
Unimportant things into our mind
And then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you
Take that time to say the words
Before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot.

I am hurt

ONLY 3 things I want to tell you

1. You very well know how much I am hurt
When you don’t talk to me, I am hurt
When you don’t reply my SMS, I am hurt
When you don’t pick my calls, I am hurt
When you don’t call back after missed calls, I am hurt
When I had to think to call you, I am hurt
When you are online and don’t ping me, I am hurt
When your phone is busy, I am hurt
When I see you sad on phone, I am hurt
When I see you happy on phone, I am hurt
When you are sad and I can’t help, I am hurt
When you are happy and don’t share with me, I am hurt
When you are sad and because of me, I am hurt
When you are happy and because of someone else (you know who), I am hurt
When you talk about someone else, I am hurt
When you don’t talk about someone else, I am hurt
When you say thanks, I am hurt
When you say sorry, I am hurt
When you say sorry if I hurt you, I am hurt
When you hurt me, I am hurt
When I hurt you, I am hurt

2. You are a bad friend too
I never needed to think to call you
I never hesitated to ping you
I never worried about the consequences before telling you something
I never felt so unimportant to someone so important to me
I never felt so lame still trying to fix things
I never felt so grounded, with shattered self respect
I never had any friend who is so heartless
You were never there for me when I needed you, maybe I am excluding few times when you were there when I needed you
You never wanted to repair the damages
You never wanted to take any pains to maintain the friendship
You don't realize your mistakes even if you say you do, even if you say sorry, even if you are told
You still not trying to make things up
You still not trying to improve our relationship
I always kept you at upper hand but "A friend in power is a friend lost"
You taught me "A friend in need is a friend to be avoided."

3. Can't forget you
The more I try to forget you, the more I remember you
The more I ignore you, the more I notice you
The more I try to hate you, the more I love you
The more I want your absence, the more I feel your presence

The more I am hurt, the more I write and the more I write, the more I am hurt

My name is Khan

How did I start this song any way
When my heart was filled with dismay
When I could not take this everyday
When I just wanted to run away

To suppress my feelings I had some Rum
My feet got heavy, my eyes got numb
I was hurt and I was sad, I felt so dumb
Fuck you people, here I come

All the Fears and all the tears were gone
It felt as if I was a new Spawn
Wanted to have fun, wanted to be moron
My name is Khan and the game was ON

Now I am loving to sing this song
Somewhere I really don't belong
Meeting new strange faces along
This journey is going to be very long