August 25, 2006

My secret diary II

Sardarnagar kholi
1 a.m. 25th august.


i am here again but not with lazicopedia this time. it is really funny that it started raining here again after a week. roads are wet again and everything is green including our faces, not because of rain but because of fungus. we just cleaned our kholi at sardarnagar and everything was full of fungus so we got infected. we look like alians now. really comic. most of the time i try to connect and disconnect internet but it is not working properly yet. i have to wait sometimes for hours just to upload a crap into blogger. i dont think i ever will be able to upload images from this connection at sardarnagar. we have a pc here just like us it is full of errors and missing softwares and even missing hardware. we have more than 10GB of music and videos stored on this system but dont have a pair of speakers. something i poke earphones inside me and it is really painful. those earphones are torturous but running out of options and money right now we have to work with those earphones only. nikhil-technogeek is with me at sardarnagar for few days now. he uses his hi-fi phone to connect to the internet using gprs connection. technology is moving ahead with deadly speed, it is now impossible for me to keep updated always. but i dont much care about this, as i am pretty old now. i again will watch that movie forest gump tonight as i dont have anything to do and speed here is not very good so all i can do is to watch that only movie stored on this pc. i like that movie but those earphones, my goodness. today our president at kalubhai's dhaval bhai came to kalubhai. as always we chatted, smoked, had few padikis and was discussing about all free gprs providers. few days back his scooty was injured. a nail punctured his scooty's pneumatic tyre and also his hopes to reach home as soon as possible. than we went to kalubhai and late night i dropped him at his place. yesterday night (morning) kamal came into my dream and was busy telling me all rubbish things and his brave ideas to built an empire from ashes. he dont even part a weak soul like me in my dreams. yahoo messenger dont work on my pc with this pathetic speed so i use http://www.e-messenger.net link to get into yahoo and chat with my friends. we dont have any gmail talk messenger on this pc. i will try to download gmail talk so i can chat with baba early in the morning. all other messengers dont work on this pc but i hope that gmail talk will work. jose says it is real timepass at capital market but he actually dont understands or knows what real timepass is. today i was busy reading our own blog and archives. we have more than 65 posts now and i think we post at average rate of 1 post per 4 day with 10 members and 2-4 active members it is really good. we are really lazy and i fully support this kind of slow movement. when i was reading previous posts going through archives i read that post by jose: real timepass at capital market and i thought jose with out josh dont really know what is real timepass. what do you say baba? is it possible to kill time in more precise and accurate way than to be at sardarnagar, sitting silently, doing nothing. it is really difficult to beat me as far as timepass is concerned. i can give a deadman a run for his time if it is all about timepass. most of them outside in the world thinks that it is not good to pass your time doing nothing, idel. i am feeling like tea and cigarette. it is 1 a.m. in the noon and station would be full with all nocturnal animals drinking tea and eating all kind of nonedible food. i love samosha at samrat. it is really great if they also have good chatney and few fresh green chillis. yesterday night when i was at station one of my old friend pushed me from behind. he is like talking machine, quite old man in his late 40s and full of energy. i have heard that in new generation mobile phones there is a push to talk function but this man uses this function for last so many years. if you are into his 10 feet radius you are gone. you dont even need to speak a thing and he can talk to you for whole night. he is insomniac, in search of weak souls all the night. he stands at jaiambe pan house and if you are a frequent visiter there you dont even need to introduce yourself. he would be there like and agile, talking and joking( that is what he thinks, poking i should say). i have seen so many people who are expert orators, but this man is heights. he is not an orator and he thinks that he is the most intelligent man in the whole universe, always advising and asking questions about futures and options. ha ha. he is really a crack. have to smoke now so going to station now. my monologue will continue after the break. till than good afternoon. bye bye.

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