The following is a cnversation between me and one of my net pal from Pakistan. My pal is politically active and wants peace between India and Pakistan. Infact he came India but dude to Visa restrictions he could not come to Chandigarh and we could not meet.
Afzal: How r u bro
Me: am fine sir, how r u and hows bhabhi and niece
Afzal: Bhabhi si quite angry with your niece and your niece is crying.
Me: Oh what happened??
Afzal: Your niece was aying some bad words, abuses, so your bhabhi got angry and she made your niece taste some red chilli powder
Me (Shocked): WHAT???? you know the kid is only 3 years
Afzal: Yes dear, but this is not good…she knows many bad words at this age
ME: But who tought her all these bad words??? I guess elders??? I dont think a kid can invent bad words
Afzal: Yes I know but then we must do some thing to stop her
Me: Do you think she will stop??
Afzal: Yes
Me: no she will always remember these words and she will use them, not infront of you, but some where else
Afzal: mmmm yes you are right
Replace Afzal with Govt of India and Me witha comon blogger. Go against established norms and rules and Govt will ban you. The health minister thot that banning cigerettes in movies will reduce smoking. It will never happen. The Govt of India like all the other Govts in world thinks that by creating unnecessary issues they will be able to divert the attention of “aam aadmi” or “common man” from real issues like rising prices of food and housing, expensive education and low quality clinical facilities.
Once Adnan asked me, “You have democracy in your country. What does this means?”
I said, “We choose our leaders so that they can cheat us.”
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Blog blockade will be lifted in 48 hours
in and out and in and out and in…
In Maths when we add three trailing dots to any expression we mean to say the expression continues. Fore next few days, I dont know the exact count, I will be partially busy in moving my office to new location. This time I am taking a risk in much bigger way and sense. Will be paying more rent, nearly double, will be more paying for everything else. But I wanted to take this risk and wanted to givemy best shot to my venture. I still lack in managerial skills and hope I will improve myself and my company will grow. Wish me best of luck. I will be in and out of my blog but will keep up with others.
Wish me best of luck for my venture.
Dream Come True

Guys are attracted by bare bodies and one bare body that always made me drool is this bike. Its well known among my near and dear ones that I am crazy about any model of bike that looks like Bullet 350. Yesterday my freind finally purchased this bike. He purchased this bike just beacause it was me who was feeding his brain with following
“This machine is awesome.”
“Girls love guys who have bullet.”
“You will look smart on this bike.”
“I really dont have enough money otherwise this wud have been my bike..” This is true.
Actually he will leave for USA any time and I have set my eyes on this bike. As soon as he signed all the papers and got hold of bike it was me like a kid, “I want to drive it or else…”
This bike is different from all the bikes available in India.
- Oldest and still in production bike.
- very few changes in last more than 50 years
- not an economic bike but if given option majority of MEN will go for Bullet 350.
- the bike is (in)famous for its sound
- Only made in India bike that comes with 350CC of raw power. Royal enfield also manufactures 500CC bikes. A typical Maruti car is just 800CC. Compare with 500CC bike.
Bike is bit heavy and gears are on right side and break on left side. This is toally opposite to normal Japanese bikes available in India. All metal body and bare engine makes the machine look damn SEXY. I am just waiting for some of my loans to be cleared and I will be purchasing this bike.
The only drawback of this bike is, poor mileage. My Hero Honda Splendour gives me a mileage of 75+ and this bike at its best will give mileage of 40+. But who cares. There is a saying in Punjabi.
“Nakhre wi sohni mutiyaar de change lage de”
“One who is bautiful, is bearable.”
Update
I dont know how to play Tambola and I won the very first game of Tambola I played in my life. I won by “Full House”. Now whats that I dont know. But I won the prizes which were baught by a pretty girl and how rude of me, I even didnt say thanks to that lady. Missed a chance to win some one.
Kuch to hai ke baki hai nishan hamara
This is from one of my old post at Bewajah.
Some poet, I dont remeber the name or the complete poem, said this,
Mit gaye duniya se misr-o-roman,
Kuch to hai ke baki hain nishan hamara.
Means,
The Egyptian and Romans are no more but there is some thing that we are still here.
To all those who want to divide my motherland, I will say F*** OFF.
I am really feeling sorry for those killed in J&K.
These were my emotions when some so called “Jehadis” or “Crusaders” killed some innocent people including a 9 year old kid in a remote village in Jammu and Kashmir. Yesterday I felt the same when 8 people were killed in Lal Chowk Srinagar of which 6 were tourist. I dont know what threat tourist pose to Jehadis. Then by the evening 7 blasts in Mumbai. 174 people (till now officially told) lost their lives. I am totally against the non violence policies of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi but I also dont support these acts of cowardness. Kill inncent people who pose no threat to any one. These people dont even pose any thereat to the govt whome they elect. Its not first incident in India but I wish this may awake our leadership and force them to take some strong actions.
My friend Sumi and her hubby are ok.
All my sympathies are with kith and kin of those who lost their lives.
Happy B’day to my one and only Virtual Girl Friend
She: Will you change your religion for me?
Me: You know I dont believe in all this GOD Stuff..,
She: Even then…
Me: I am what I am, I cant change myself, if you want me you will have to take me as I am
She: I love you and I dont want you to change.
She accepted me as I am which unfortunatley some other didnt.
Happy B’day to Mah.
I miss you Mah.









