Moran's
Favourite drink: 'Duet' Coke ;) and tea with 2 teaspoon sugar!
Favorite Comic: Archies!!(takes it 'two' seriously)
Favorite TV show: Desperate Housewives season 2
Wants to have: twins.
Favorite line: Main ek, mere do!!
Favorite Qoute: Ek maar do tukda!
Favorite Bond Movie: You only live twice
Favourite movie : 21( yeah! two-one=21 ),Double Indemnity,Pati,Patni aur wo!
Gets cought by Traffic police: For trible riding
Favorite movie dialog: Mein tumhara judwa bhai hoon.
Felt really sad:When the Twin towers fell.
Favorite hindi song: DO dil mil rahe hein magar..
Written on the door of his room : Two-let!
Favorite pet: rare and exotic animals like a 2 headed dog,snake etc
Wants to write a book: titled 2 mistakes of my life!!
Favorite Liesure activity: Playing two player games alone!
Likes to do Salsa: but usually it ends up as a Group dance ! ;)
Worst experience: Having been kicked out of a disc which had entry for 'couples only' and they thought he was the STAG who came along with the couples!! :D
Lucky number: 2
When on a Date: Books a table for 3!
Wakes up everyday: At 2 Am!!
Conversation between Moran and a fellow college stud.
Moran: Mere paas 2 eyes, 2 ears,2 arms,2 legs 2 nips and 2 b***s and 2 gals hein...tumhare pass kya hein???
Stud: ***gets depressed and runs away crying.."Maaaa....."***
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Copyright:Mallika
As reported by Mumbai Mirror , Mallika Sheravat has applied for a trademark of her name so that no one can use her name or pictures to promote their movies or products without her consent. In short – Mallika Sherawat is now a brand and you will have to pay her or get sued by her if you try to ride on her popularity.
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COME ON, SUE ME!!!!!!! :D
Thursday, July 10, 2008
from Kabul
The ambulance wailed in a distance contrast to the loud screaming in his heart. All around him people huddled and looked on curiously, some shocked, some shouting for water. But all he cared was her. Just her.
It was still crystal clear in his memory, the first time he'd seen her. It was right here outside the Consulate. Dressed in pink salwar,the cool breeze made her curly hair stand out in uncontrollable wisps around her face. She'd kept pushing it off her cheek. He thought she was pretty. Just pretty. But then, she smiled. It was like some sort of Super nova blasting in his eyes. It wasn't merely the beauty of it; it was the life in it. Something he hadn't seen before.
And then, she left.
Next week, he saw her again. She was no miss world but her smile would put even a gushing miss universe to shame. Standing in the long queue, in the hot sun, she was talking to someone. She was talking as much with her face and hands as with her lips which contrasted his own 'mouth shut' self. And she twitched her lips to smile.
And then, she left.
She was now everything to him.But as for her, he didn't really exist. But perhaps, destiny had something else in store. He saw her again. He thought, there could be nothing more beautiful than her smile, until he saw her eyes.
And then, she left.
He couldn't get her out of his mind. And thus he came everyday unmindful of the long queue, least bothered of the hot sun, lost in her thoughts he started enjoying the long visa procedure.
It was late afternoon. She was standing in the queue and a dozen people separated him from her. Men and women stood waiting for their chance braving the sun and dust. Like most in the queue he wanted to go to the country which helped his, he wanted to see the Taj Mahal. He wanted to pray at Ajmer Sharif, he wanted to offer a chadar at Haji Ali, he wanted to see Shah Rukh Khan up-close, he wanted to see the hot Mallika Sheravat. But unlike others, he wanted her the most.
As fleet of official black cars of the Embassy arrived, nobody missed the odd looking white Toyota as it closed in. The gate was closed after the embassy Cars moved in, but the white Toyota accelerated and rammed into the gates.
He thought he was blinded and deaf as he just squatted on the ground too shocked too numb to realize what had just happened. Wrecks of metal and plastic lay amidst pieces of what would have formed a human body; and blood cleansed and cooled the hot dusty road.
And then it trickled into him and he ran as fast as his wounded legs could, his bloodshot eyes searching for her, amidst the wrecks and ruins left from the Bomb Explosion.
Somebody near him was calling the emergency number as cries of pain, agony and despair filled the air. Finally he found her, the white of her dress, stained red with her blood. Her beautiful eyes were shut in pain. He could see now that her hairs were all over her cheeks but she was not brushing them aside. He held her closer for a moment, making her cry in pain.
"Don't worry, help is on the way" he said breathlessly. For a moment he worried whether she knew English. He felt a soft touch on his arm."Thank you." he heard the faint slow reply, not like her life, which was flowing out of her. "Someone should inform my parents." She was growing paler.
"Where is the ambulance!" he yelled in panic and hysteria.
She just smiled, her heart breaking smile.
And then, she left.
P.S: A suicide car bomb tore open the front wall of the Indian Embassy in Kabul on Monday, killing 41 people and wounding 147 in the deadliest attack in Afghanistan's capital since the fall of the Taliban seven years ago.
The massive explosion, which rattled much of Kabul at 8:30 a.m., detonated only 30 yards from where dozens of Afghans line up to apply for visas, one of the reasons the casualties were so high.
Women and children browsing nearby shops were among the victims who lay on the ground, bloodied and in agony, crying for help. Smoldering ruins covered the pavement.
It was still crystal clear in his memory, the first time he'd seen her. It was right here outside the Consulate. Dressed in pink salwar,the cool breeze made her curly hair stand out in uncontrollable wisps around her face. She'd kept pushing it off her cheek. He thought she was pretty. Just pretty. But then, she smiled. It was like some sort of Super nova blasting in his eyes. It wasn't merely the beauty of it; it was the life in it. Something he hadn't seen before.
And then, she left.
Next week, he saw her again. She was no miss world but her smile would put even a gushing miss universe to shame. Standing in the long queue, in the hot sun, she was talking to someone. She was talking as much with her face and hands as with her lips which contrasted his own 'mouth shut' self. And she twitched her lips to smile.
And then, she left.
She was now everything to him.But as for her, he didn't really exist. But perhaps, destiny had something else in store. He saw her again. He thought, there could be nothing more beautiful than her smile, until he saw her eyes.
And then, she left.
He couldn't get her out of his mind. And thus he came everyday unmindful of the long queue, least bothered of the hot sun, lost in her thoughts he started enjoying the long visa procedure.
It was late afternoon. She was standing in the queue and a dozen people separated him from her. Men and women stood waiting for their chance braving the sun and dust. Like most in the queue he wanted to go to the country which helped his, he wanted to see the Taj Mahal. He wanted to pray at Ajmer Sharif, he wanted to offer a chadar at Haji Ali, he wanted to see Shah Rukh Khan up-close, he wanted to see the hot Mallika Sheravat. But unlike others, he wanted her the most.
As fleet of official black cars of the Embassy arrived, nobody missed the odd looking white Toyota as it closed in. The gate was closed after the embassy Cars moved in, but the white Toyota accelerated and rammed into the gates.
He thought he was blinded and deaf as he just squatted on the ground too shocked too numb to realize what had just happened. Wrecks of metal and plastic lay amidst pieces of what would have formed a human body; and blood cleansed and cooled the hot dusty road.
And then it trickled into him and he ran as fast as his wounded legs could, his bloodshot eyes searching for her, amidst the wrecks and ruins left from the Bomb Explosion.
Somebody near him was calling the emergency number as cries of pain, agony and despair filled the air. Finally he found her, the white of her dress, stained red with her blood. Her beautiful eyes were shut in pain. He could see now that her hairs were all over her cheeks but she was not brushing them aside. He held her closer for a moment, making her cry in pain.
"Don't worry, help is on the way" he said breathlessly. For a moment he worried whether she knew English. He felt a soft touch on his arm."Thank you." he heard the faint slow reply, not like her life, which was flowing out of her. "Someone should inform my parents." She was growing paler.
"Where is the ambulance!" he yelled in panic and hysteria.
She just smiled, her heart breaking smile.
And then, she left.
P.S: A suicide car bomb tore open the front wall of the Indian Embassy in Kabul on Monday, killing 41 people and wounding 147 in the deadliest attack in Afghanistan's capital since the fall of the Taliban seven years ago.
The massive explosion, which rattled much of Kabul at 8:30 a.m., detonated only 30 yards from where dozens of Afghans line up to apply for visas, one of the reasons the casualties were so high.
Women and children browsing nearby shops were among the victims who lay on the ground, bloodied and in agony, crying for help. Smoldering ruins covered the pavement.
Monday, July 7, 2008
the Talk!!
He:Why is there a God?
The Voice: To be bribed before and after your exams!!
He: What am I doing in this vast universe?
The Voice: No idea,you are just another useless,miniscule part of it.
He :I wonder, why am I here, in the 3rd planet in the Solar System?
The Voice: Given your Alien looks even I wonder why.*Heeheeheeheee
He: why was I born?
The voice: Thats a Medical Miracle(or diasaster), you lucky Sperm!!
He:why do I do what I do?
The Voice: You haven't ever done what you are supposed to do, so stop asking WHY.
He: why does the contraction of facial muscles cause smiles and the same facial muscles cause frowns?
The voice: You somehow manage to look 'OK' now, any more facial muscles and you would end up like SHREK!!
He: why are flowers pretty?
The Voice: Did you bunk classes in school days too?? Thats for reproduction!!
He: What is LOVE?
The Voice: Vo! YOu got me! Pass!
He: Eh? So when will I know its LOVE or I'm in Love??
The Voice: Umm you will have headache,nausea,fever,vomiting sensation!
Oh! No! thats symptoms of Malaria. You watched Jaane tu ya jaane na twice..you tell me!!
He: Wait a minute!Who are you??
The Voice: Iam the inner Voice!
He: Oh! So you don't even exist!!
The Voice: Are you trying to make me feel an Identity Crisis?
He: Muhahaha!! So tell me, Why do I blog?
The Voice:Haha even those reading this are asking the same thing. Why, Why the hell?!!
The Voice: To be bribed before and after your exams!!
He: What am I doing in this vast universe?
The Voice: No idea,you are just another useless,miniscule part of it.
He :I wonder, why am I here, in the 3rd planet in the Solar System?
The Voice: Given your Alien looks even I wonder why.*Heeheeheeheee
He: why was I born?
The voice: Thats a Medical Miracle(or diasaster), you lucky Sperm!!
He:why do I do what I do?
The Voice: You haven't ever done what you are supposed to do, so stop asking WHY.
He: why does the contraction of facial muscles cause smiles and the same facial muscles cause frowns?
The voice: You somehow manage to look 'OK' now, any more facial muscles and you would end up like SHREK!!
He: why are flowers pretty?
The Voice: Did you bunk classes in school days too?? Thats for reproduction!!
He: What is LOVE?
The Voice: Vo! YOu got me! Pass!
He: Eh? So when will I know its LOVE or I'm in Love??
The Voice: Umm you will have headache,nausea,fever,vomiting sensation!
Oh! No! thats symptoms of Malaria. You watched Jaane tu ya jaane na twice..you tell me!!
He: Wait a minute!Who are you??
The Voice: Iam the inner Voice!
He: Oh! So you don't even exist!!
The Voice: Are you trying to make me feel an Identity Crisis?
He: Muhahaha!! So tell me, Why do I blog?
The Voice:Haha even those reading this are asking the same thing. Why, Why the hell?!!
Friday, July 4, 2008
Google Search: Love
He sits there and watches the grimy fan blades rotating with a kickery sound.
Sprawled on the bed with his hands making a head rest,he stares and stares at the fan and soon gets drifted away as the rotating fans suddenly seem to spin out a face,her face.
It was his cousin's wedding. He was standing close to the dais looking at the proceedings. But it was really tiring as he waited for all the multiple rituals to get over before the the holy nuptial knot was tied. People came and went. He was looking at them all until his eyes settled on this girl seated diagonally across him. He had never seen her before. Probably the bride's relative,he thought. He gave her a warm smile and she returned it.
He turned his gaze towards the dais. His cousin was giving a toothy smile to his wife-to-be.Theirs was a fairy tale love story where his cousin 1st saw her in MBA class and just fell in love with her and after months of wooing she also responded and now the marriage, they made such a cute pair and he wondered when he would find his own true love.....
And he looked again in her direction, and their gazes met. She was looking at him constantly. His heart started to beat out of its cage. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Her appearance tugged his heartstrings. He felt uneasy about her shy yet strangely daring stare.And this continued even while they finally sat down to eat as she came giggling with her friends and sat in the row directly opposite him. Strangely the people next to him where least bothered or oblivious as they ate away the delicious food,while he timidly ate his and she hers. And finally what seemed like an hours, for her,he gathered all his guts and gave her the best of his smiles looking deep into her eyes and she smiled back with twinkle in her eyes.
He thought he heard violins playing around him amid all the noisy guests,he felt the cool breeze in the middle o the hot and humid dining hall,he just knew he wasn't drunk and high,this was different and he knew his search was over,he had found his love.
Back in his room he forced his eyes off the fan and got up and looked at the monitor in front of him, he just had to find the old romantic songs of R.D.Burman which she had asked him for and so began his search again.
There are somethings in life which you can find in a wedding, for everything else there is Google search!! :D (Heeeheeeheee)
Sprawled on the bed with his hands making a head rest,he stares and stares at the fan and soon gets drifted away as the rotating fans suddenly seem to spin out a face,her face.
It was his cousin's wedding. He was standing close to the dais looking at the proceedings. But it was really tiring as he waited for all the multiple rituals to get over before the the holy nuptial knot was tied. People came and went. He was looking at them all until his eyes settled on this girl seated diagonally across him. He had never seen her before. Probably the bride's relative,he thought. He gave her a warm smile and she returned it.
He turned his gaze towards the dais. His cousin was giving a toothy smile to his wife-to-be.Theirs was a fairy tale love story where his cousin 1st saw her in MBA class and just fell in love with her and after months of wooing she also responded and now the marriage, they made such a cute pair and he wondered when he would find his own true love.....
And he looked again in her direction, and their gazes met. She was looking at him constantly. His heart started to beat out of its cage. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Her appearance tugged his heartstrings. He felt uneasy about her shy yet strangely daring stare.And this continued even while they finally sat down to eat as she came giggling with her friends and sat in the row directly opposite him. Strangely the people next to him where least bothered or oblivious as they ate away the delicious food,while he timidly ate his and she hers. And finally what seemed like an hours, for her,he gathered all his guts and gave her the best of his smiles looking deep into her eyes and she smiled back with twinkle in her eyes.
He thought he heard violins playing around him amid all the noisy guests,he felt the cool breeze in the middle o the hot and humid dining hall,he just knew he wasn't drunk and high,this was different and he knew his search was over,he had found his love.
Back in his room he forced his eyes off the fan and got up and looked at the monitor in front of him, he just had to find the old romantic songs of R.D.Burman which she had asked him for and so began his search again.
There are somethings in life which you can find in a wedding, for everything else there is Google search!! :D (Heeeheeeheee)
Virtual toon
Being online all the time is both good and bad. The bad part is high internet bills while the good part is, you come across funny cartoons like this which reflect you!
My friend Arun Agrees!!!! :D
My friend Arun Agrees!!!! :D
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