Coz the cupid was late

My Dear "the most beautiful girl I have ever seen",

Hey!! Happy Valentines Day! And I hope mine is the only letter you get today!You must be like ‘Who the F*ck are you??’.We will meet soon.But you need to read a story before that.

The story of my Love.
I died on the 7th of Jan 2010.(at this you must be wondering-WTF love story is this? You died at the beginning itself?) And as I had always wished, had turned into a weightless cold ghost. Life after death can be boring at times so me and my friends(fellow ghosts) go around the city checking on interesting people (I mean chiks obviously) at night. Only at night because of the 'I’ve-no-fucking-clue-why' reason. Well we are 3 of us in this part of the town, me, Mr Shy, who always wanted to sing and dance but was well..shy, so he does that all the time now as he is dead(DUH) and so can't be shy. Then there is Mrs blah who can talk for hours non stop and is kinda funny so I don't mind her chatter. And also there is the 4th ghost Mr.Dead_man@Midearth.com but he is usually online(yeah cyber ghosts do exist) all the time and so we hardly get to see him. Me and my friends often wonder what can he be possibly doing there tweet that "am dead but I still get cold *sniff*"???

Well as the clocks chimed 11 (which is an hour before the actual 'our' time) I set off through the concrete jungle. I love invading other's privacy. And this night I saw a lot of action happening. Tomorrow is the 14th of feb. And unlike me(when I was alive) many a bastards are lucky and they send around these long sms-es which travel through me to the nearest tower. Lot of sweet talks and mushy mushy happening before the clock strikes 12,they don't want to spend a single rupee or love with the mobile operators on the 14th. And just to quench your curiosity yeah, I read them all, even the "make love" ones!!(Yeah! Am a pervert ghost)
As I made way through the long sloppy kisses, warm hugs, bytes of 'pleasure-cries', I spot a young 20 something girl at her balcony. She was dressed in a white tee and a knee-length pj with a burning black cigarette between her fingers. It was a cool night there was no noise other than the chirping of the crickets and my own hard breathing (yes we can breath).Leaning on the railings she ties up her shoulder length hairs and closes her eyes as if feeling the cool breeze is gently washing her face like waves on a beach. Her face is devoid of any expression. After waiting for like hours, she finally opened her beautiful dark eyes. I immediately get closer,(it would have been too close if I was alive, but now I can only give her some goosebumps on her smooth fair skin).I stare at her eyes to see what’s she feeling deep inside her pretty face. As if she senses my presence she turns her head away and instead stares into the empty night. Somewhat pissed (yeah we get pissed too and that’s when we usually scare people otherwise we are cool..I mean cold) I hover (yeah, yeah like a helicopter.NICE ;)) in front of her but then again she looks away, this time, up , at the beautiful starry sky. And she blows out a cloud of smoke and watches them rise... I can see the smoke reflect in her 'awww' dark eyes. But each time something or the other blocks (or blurrs) me from making a eye contact with her. The culprit this time was the tears. Little pearls of pain make their way through her kajal-ed eye and it slithers down slowly through her cheeks.I wanted to stop the tears.I wanted to sing her the song by Fergie "big girls don't cry"(umm naa..that would have made her cry more).I wanted to scare her so bloody bad that her tears would be sucked back in. But I couldn't, wouldn't...would you? So just as a tear was about to fall off her chin I put my hand beneath it. And before I knew I burned just like the cigarette now between her sexy red lips. And I burned deeper and bright. And like those ashes I fell down to screaming hell or was it into love. yeah! I wanted to yell and dance in joy...but then I realised..Damn it! I was dead...

That girl was you.

Am truly madly in love with you. And all I want is a chance to be with you. I want to watch the sunset together as our shadows kissed behind us. I want to feel the pain you felt and the happiness behind your smile. God promise, I LOVE YOU..and will forever and mind you this God promise I mean it (I met God a week back and he was pretty pissed because of all the false god promises I had made. In my defence, I always felt that God can't possibly die if we broke the promise, right?).
BTW I asked Mr. Yum Raj and he told you’ll be dead in like 4 hours coz of your bad chain smoking habit it made your lungs stab holes to itself. So anyways I’ll be waiting at the entrance of Indravan gardens. Don't worry you won't get lost, everyone knows Indravan Gardens..its got a big dam and a musical fountain too. Very romantic.Can't wait to meet you. Hope we can get to know each other better. And hopefully love.

Yours forever and after,
Boo!!!

P.S: I look just as cute as Casper.But sexier ;)

Growing up

I am not a big fan of growing up.All those people with 'this-is-life-live-it-loser' attitude in life don't read further. I hate growing up.anything < 20 is the best. Well Growing up, I always wondered what Life was all about,was confused about god and I wanted to learn how to whistle well the biggest mystery was understanding gals.

Talking of life.
I am 20 (yeah suckers am younger than thou :P ) but I still haven't figured out what this shit is all about.Whats with this endless- mindless cycle of Birth, Living, dying(hair dye) and the real dying(GOTAK).It has to happen for a reason right??

Likely Reason 1- God!
If god is the reason then he belives in that 'karma' thingy like those bloody firangs these days. So God makes me pay in this birth for all the bad things I did in the pichla janam( raaz pichle janam ka might help now). Ok lets assume this is true, so we all like come, do shit, die, get reborn, pay for shitting in the last janam for free(like you do in public loo's) and later die again.Then we all go to heaven and live happily ever after(Thats unless you shitted more than you can pay for and ended up in hell and get boiled to death again). My problem is even if you ended up in heaven then what? You just watch those apsaras shake their booty all day long? (trust me even that would get boring after a certain time)

Likely Reason 2- No God!
Now lets assume God doesn't exist like most of these 'smart a-ss-theist belive.(So you can't say "Bhagvan aaj tak maine aapse kuch nahin maanga..pass me in this exam plzz)
Wouldn't that make the whole bloody universe a pointless excersise? ok a 1 in a trillion chance of some atom coliding with other excited thingy(WTF were they excited for anyways?) and thus created life( or whatver the theory is).A single living cell happened.And it divided and kept doin it and then a lil more and thus evolution ended up creating me and you.So now again like after all this these chance pe dance evolution happened.I will even assume that aliens exist and they don't look as hot as Megan Fox.NOW WHAT? Evolution keeps happening on and on, deaths, births happen blah blah WHATS THE BLOODY POINT OF IT ALL? I mean, in this senario though scientific and hip, people have no conciense of a supreme power checking on them so they get to keep shitting where and when they like and not pay EVER.The whole thing wil end up being a giant shit ball won't it?


So after reading this you would either be like "whoa this guy needs help" (90% of you) or whistling and envy my marvelous brain for having thought about it.(I know that could only be YOU! yup YOU)

Talking of whistling.
Growing up I always had this urge to whistle(yeah at ladies) but I still don't know how to whistle.I refered youtube for help and a guy who claims to be a great whistler tells me its just a 4 step thing.I do it and gag.I mean you put something in your mouth and blow.( it even sounds dirty and kinky)So like most things in life I get a great urge to give up.Will I? Will I never be able to blow whisle at a pretty gal walkin past and get slapped?( I dont want to)

Talking of pretty gals.
I love pretty gals. I love gals. I really do.But like most unlucky males am single and was happy.
But this converstaion with a gal who hardly knows me kind of pressed the alarm button and made me panic.

She: So what are your interests?
Me: books,movies,music,a lil photography,gals ;) (yeah was trying to be extra smart and cool)
She: gals?
Me: Yah you see every guy is interested in gals.:P
she: not really!
ME: what do you mean?yeah may be, if that guy is a gay!
She: well you you don't seem to be interested and you obviously don't have a gf..
Me:whaa..t?

BINGO AD: isse kehte hein ghaav....

Rather unsettled with that above conversation( And she ain't the first one..I have had these remarks from people for quite sometime now).I shared this conversation with my guide cum mentor and what-not friend 'mata-chums' and asked her opinion.

Mata-chums: yeah that means you are gay!
Me: :|

BINGO Ad (continues): Aur isse kehte hein ghaav pe namak!!




P.S I loved this song.Cute video and the hidden message it gives.
FIREFLIES- OWL CITY