war is over and i am here in ahmedabad, for last four hours i tried to post something on the blog but links with the blogspot was down. now finally i got connected to blogspot but now i dont remember why i am connected to blogspot. because may be i wanted to post something on the blog, but what exactly i wanted to post on the blog?? anyway it is still very hot and humid here in ahmedabad eventhou it is 5 in the morning. war left me injured and sleepless. tomorrow i am moving to surat and may be, will go to mumbai also. there is no news about pehalwan and also no news from mumbai. josh without josh also didnot tried to post anything new and ranjit singh XVII never posted anything because he knows all this things are meaningless exercise. war was hillarious and funny, there were riots inbetween the war and that is a funny thing. last time when i won the war there were riots before the war and this time during the time of the war. today i played moneybhai game and lost 3000 virtual rupees. ( will never be able to loose real money, you know why. . . ha ha ha.) india also lost to westindies, today no positive thing happened. it is written somewhere in the polytechnique campus ( i dont remember where..) : this world is a failure my friend, somebody somewhere has made a great mistake. and i think our fathers made that great mistake and we were there. nowadays most of the time i speak, write, listen and watch rubbish, but that is the only way i feel comfortable. i started reading glimpses of world history but that book was a real joke. in my dreams sometimes fat girls try to rape me and i feel helpless, (HA HA) the same way that book also tries to rape me with boring stuff but since we all have academic interest (by default) i am ready to go through the pain. for few days i shall be only man standing in baroda. (i am the last man sleeping in baroda.) so many things happened during last two months and i dont remember anything now. great kharchoo was here in baroda and hitesh patel was also here in baroda. i slept on the vasad highway ( highspirits). there was few raindrops. hear was on. we were at EME temple. sadali laries were there. mornings were beautiful asusual. bridge preached me. tree at sadali lari is of the highest form of jiva. baroda is a very beautiful city, very very beautiful. There is nothing to do at baroda. most of the time you will find all lazy people at various lari joints all around the city. that is why i love this city, this is a negative city, no growth no money no job no fun. but still this is the place..... when i was young i had a dream that i will conquere this world and then will come back to baroda and will enjoy sadali khari and chai under the bridge. just the way alexender had a dream, i had a dream. but now i have a dream to dream, to sleep and dream. god gave us so many options and the best is to dream. day dreaming is good for our health. now for last one hour i am typing and now i feel as if for last 1000 years i am working so hard. i dont know why we are so lazy but i have a good reason to celebrate our laziness, but now i dont remember the reason but still we will celebrate laziness. hail bistar.
nothing has happened,
and nothing will happen.
what is there is there.....
we dont waste our hours,
always
chewing the kharis and,
smoking the cigarettes.
they are always there,
under the bridge.
lazy among the laziest.
kings among the mamas,
see for your self.
Enough for today.
Enough for today.
The great Sabu is finally back after fighting one of the great battles in the history of mankind. I love reading his musings. After seeing the kind of stuff people write in their books, I can safely say that he is a very good writer. If you want to grow spiritually, Phursatgunj is the place to be in. No wonder, why so many artists have made it their home.
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