Jhiki Jikka fresh

Too much to write,too many friends,too many stereotypes, an urging friend all has culminated the ressurection of this blog.
Gone are the days where gundi mindswings showered her "smiling gandhis" on us. Now we all earn yes Rahul Dutta you are not the only one.
We gregarious fellowmen have finally listened to our nagging parents who always used to say "khali bondhuder sathe adda marle hobe" so we added " adda marte marte poysha o kamate hobe" cant really explain how happy our parents were thereafter.
Now let me explain where this "poysha" comes from. A masterpiece from Pseudo Punjabi who one fine day came to bishnus inn with his ubercool tommy tees, his age old bermudas and his totally uncool monstrous hairy legs. That day he uttered the magic words and cast a spell on all of us "poker khelbi" we ignorant village idiots looked at each other in awe wondering if pseudo punjabi came up with a new punjabi slang.
But as time passed we understood the value of P.P's magic words(in monetary terms).
This is just an introductory blog to something big. My pen might be a little shaky now writing after ages but i can assure you the cynical excess will be back.

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Mobile blogs Chapter 1

A lot has happened after the dreadful bike ride on the precarious roads of sector 5. I broke up and patched up with my girlfriend and perhaps I am standing in the threshold of another break up. Enough of the mushy stuff now let's get to the real thing.
Presently I am donning a much lighter physique, the bumps along the roads of my body has been flattened by a road roller called stomach upset.
But the fact of the matter is I am not all glum or remorseful now thanks to the 2nd best gift of this year the HTC Desire HD an awesome phone which nurses every bad thing I mentioned in the above 2 paragraphs. More coming soon. Happy new year to all.

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The Rainmaker

Monsoon have hit us/me hard with skiddy roads, muddy potholes, humid weather, sticky skin.
Nonetheless its the month of my birthday so I "should" be happy with whatever comes my way.
Road have been strips of hell, itching to throw me off my bike and hence end my discovery with the discover.
Moving on to professional life, I am now looking for a job to fill in as an intern for which i'll be getting a meagre pay, not to mention I will be handing it over to my old white haired mother or buy her a saree, i feel so happy now that i don't have an evil mafia brother with the "bangla", "Bank balance", and "gadi".

Now coming to love/lust life. Girls in my college only frustrate me more, I never knew beauty could be so painful. Suddenly i wish there were uglier girls around me and the pretty ones would be limited to porn to whom i can shag away.
The girls in my college, their smile, their fixing their hair which again carelessy drops to their face or in some cases carressed their breasts, their expensive vogue, their ignoring my presence as if i were non existent makes me all the more frustrated which equals to further testosterone overdrive. Frustration= horny bastard, our urge to shag during exams was boosted or what.

With my dejected and rejected state i can only think of vengeance with diligence(i am getting good with these nursery rhymes, Oscar Wilde in the making).
But now i can only think of squeeeeezzing the mammary glands or silicon jellies out of those big breasted bitches who don't pay any heed to the all so handsome me.
God am i becoming gay or i just hate good looking bitches. How can they ignore me (i speak for one and all though) with my "gym"ed body ( Rs 600 month), UCB shirt(RS 1600), UCB jeans (Rs 2500), Nike sandals (Rs 3500), so all that comes up to Rs 8200 how can anybody ignore Rs 8200 worth of me, worth of pure decorations to lure girls for sex, needless to say some people bear heavier losses.
Anyway i need to start thinking of prospects, one girl called Pooja is on my hitlist, she is from Aditya's college, dancer girl, a fetish which i always had, I would love to see her do topless somersaults with her assets bouncing here and there, I really wish she could also do naked splits on my organ, anyway too much of dreaming I need to meet her first hopefully (beard plucker, toe nail eater and calling me a belly sniffer) Aditya would do that much for me.

A spark in the dark.

Here i am blogging once again, talking to myself and the inner voices. I uphold this blog as placard of my existence in blogspot, I have been absconding for a while but i would like my readers and myself to know that the fire from the philosopher still burns.
Time has been a hurdle which I have failed to cross time and again hence blogging hasn't been quite fluent. I am busy with some college projects and the my focus which is to secure a prestigious first class this semester.
I have been in and out of my so called "intoxication and seclusion", i am giving all the time i possibly could to my friend(s).
Aditya i really loved your story till the time i realized the ending left a feeling of incompleteness thereon i started liking it. I still do. Excellent writing skills.
I would love to finish Deal With The Ordeal but i can't quite synchronize with the schedule i have, the mood is not right to write. Moreover how Aditya quickly started an ended his story and stole my earlybird advantage really left me envious.
I am not exactly kicking stones now but i felt like coming back to something i really adore that is writing, i hope this ignites a few spirits in me. G'nite

Deal With The Ordeal Part 9

Ron and Arjun rushed their way to the area of commotion. What they then saw was perhaps the most saw horrific sight of their life, both theirs jaws dropped in disbelief.


But surprisingly Ron was calm, stoic, unmoved,shocked,confused.


Varun on the other hand grabbed the bloodied victim in his arms like a mother grabbing her sick child, he shouted his lungs out for help, his eyes were bloodshot and he went on huffing and puffing. He looked like a soldier carrying another dead soldier, he looked vindictive, vicious and all ready to unleash his wrath on the enemy.


The blood flowed from Arjun's body and stained Varun's shirt.


Ron just kept looking at Arjun's face.





"What the fuck are you doing get some help" yelled Varun and slapped Ron.


Ron without any repercussion to the slap started dialling for emergency.


"Hello this is 911 whats your emergency?" answered a female voice.


Ron kept quiet.


"hello?, hello?." said the female voice.



Varun snatched the phone from Ron's hand and expained their emergency.



In the meanwhile a good number of locals turned up after hearing Varun's shouts for help.
They provided more irritation than help though. With usual questions like "Ke koreche?", "Kokhon holo?", "Kon khankir cheler eto sahos?", one woman however broke all barriers of stupidity and said "Savlon ar bandaid anbo?"

Varun was indifferent to their question and kept looking at his watch. After 15 minutes an emergency ambulance arrived.

But by that time Arjun was perhaps drained of the last drop of blood and his body was showing no signs of life.

Deal With The Ordeal part 8

Ron felt a certain sense of vibration in his unconscious state, his mobile was vibrating in his pocket.
He blinked his eyes a few times and closed it again. He had a reminiscence of the things that had happened a while ago, he checked his watch it was 10 past 30 in the night.
Ron got up to his feet, somehow he felt a lot fresher apart from the headache he slowly returned to the conscious state.
"Fuck man where are they, where is Arjun?" said Ron to himself totally unware of the ordeal that Arjun had to go through.
His mobile rang once again, and Varun's name flashed on the screen.
"Where are you mannnn!!!!! i 've been looking all over for you!!!" said Varun demandingly.
Varun was a guy who Ron and Arjun met at their gym. Well lets just say the duo thought he was one of the coolest guys to hang around with, from women to booze Varun provided it all. Of course he was no pimp and the guys were not even close to making out with any of the women.
But he was a guy with connections, local goons, drug pedlars, second hand bike dealers.
It was he who got Arjun his Rx 100 for a measly 8000 bucks price tag not to mention the bike was in superior condition.
Arjun and Varun were like two brothers, both devoid of parental guidance, money, love.
But quoting their words they always said " We have each other mannn" which was mostly followed by a bear hug which almost squished the smaller Arjun. Ron did not engage in such "futile" hugging tendencies, he was actually the "lover boy" among the group.
As Arjun always said about Ron " Ek baar jo isne commitment kar diya toh phir woh apna lannd ka bhi nahin sunta".


" I am at C.D block near the first island, come fast i can't find Arjun" said a panicked Ron
After sometime a distant headlight flashed grew on Ron's face and thunderous motor was becoming louder.
It was Varun.

Ron explained the entire situation to him during which both finished an entire packet of Goldfalke.

"Should we call Prakash" said Ron.
Varun nodded.

But before they could dial both heard some movement behind the bush which was accompanied by feeble shouts of anguish.

Deal With The Ordeal Part 7

"Lets get out of here man, I know these guys, they are merciless" said Ron gathering all his strength to get up on his feet.

Arjun stared with the same intensity as Ron had seen before in his eyes. He looked scared as well as vicous.

"Where do we go, we can't outrun them, we can't outnumber them, we can only hope to buy some time" said Arjun sounding like a professional tactician.
"What will buying time get?' said a confused Ron
"Varun" said Arjun and kept on staring.
" I mean what the fuck are they gonna do, give me a black eye a bloody nose thats it na!!, i can take all that" said Arjun trying to be as calm as possible.

Without any trash talk the Terminators inched towards their target, one of them took out something which looked like a pocket knife. Click it went and a shining knife protruded.

Arjun forced out a wry smile, 'things are about to get uglier than we thought huh bro"
Ron could see Arjun clenching his hands, his body starting to tremble.
In a flash of moment the terminators plunged on their victim.
Prakash signalled the girls to get in the car and drive away.
Ron looked at the scene with horror, his head beginning to swing at a pacing rate, he was close to fainting. In a matter of time Ron collapsed on the road.
The Terminators grabbed Arjun and put him in the car. He looked like a goat about to be sacrificed.

" So you like to wink at girls huh, lets dig your eye out huh."
Arjun's shouts for help and his calls for compassion went unheard.
The tip of knife touched his skin and the flesh was pierced resulting in blood flow which looked like tears of blood. The tears from his eyes mixed with the blood rolled down his cheeks.

"Well lets just dismantle your face, so that you don't dare show your ugly face to any girl" said one of the guys.
Arjun's cries for help were slowly pacifying and his resistance was weakening.
The knife tip slashed his face from one end to another slicing his face like a cake. Blood was flowing vigorously as it drenched the back seat of the ironically cute Beetle.
Prakash stood outside all this while overseeing an trespasser in his scene of crime. Ron was gathered up on his feet and wisely placed beside Prakash.
"Don't worry we are not going to kill you. we are just gonna punish yor leg with which you kicked at our friend" said one of the Terminators
The bloody knife now pierced into Arjun's calves and it went on piercing repetitively till his flesh and bone fragments were forked out.
Arjun gave his last shout of help which shook the car vehemently before he lay there unconscious like a dead body.