1994

i my view it was one of the greatest years for hollywood releases .....to name a few
pulp fiction
shawshank redemption
forrest gump
speed
dumd and dumber(it was an awesum movie)
lion king
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had it not been for pulp fiction john travolta wud have faded out...and a movie like shawshank was beaten at the oscar.....tom hanks repeated his winning act...morgan freeman immortalised red....keanu reeves joined the party ....amazing year

a day in life

As the newspaper vendor rang the bell for the umpteenth time, I got up all pissed at him , opened the door, but apparently he was more pissed at me than I was at him and started shouting “ bhaiya paisa nahi diya” and as I rubbed my eyes under his verbal onslaught, it hit me.enlightenement. all I wanted to tell him was ‘ yehi meri life ki kahani hai, paisa hai hi nahi , kya du tujhe’. It was probably last nights booze talking.
Somehow I convinced him ’next month pura paisa de denge’.i took a look at the newspaper. Markets crashing. Again.its amusing how pc comes out again and again saying Indian market wont crash.somebody tell the fucker sensex has come down to 8k from 21k.are we fucking idiots.i remembered greshams law but then there wasn’t any bad money, there actually was no money. And then it clicked. My own fiscal year taking multiple hits probably had something to do with the world economy. WTF, it was the booze talking again.

I look at the time, its 7:17.wtf.i slept at 6 and im up in an hour.im going crazy now as I try to remember last nights sequence of affairs…or more so the affairs. started at 7 then got another khamba by 8, then another sometime after, Dnt quite remember wen. how did I come home?? I rushed to the window to have a look outside. Thank god my car is there. Its like puzzle in here, im trying to connect pictures. Fuck man, I have absolutely no memory of last night..it has happened again.

X no. of hours later….i switch on my laptop …zz top resumes singing blue jeans blue ….i plan on watching southpark but I seen them all …three times over.so still nothing to do …I remember niki telling me bout her new boyfrnd …and I laughed at his weird name….i hav a theory too…at the expense of her getting offended I give u my creative theory on the”NAME”…lol

Maybe he is of Chinese origin..as in ..hu sayn and then as uncle sam’s influence extended east or ‘more west’ as I see it …china thru japan is way closer than a trip around the fucking world..and then a frnd of his got his hands on the who ka record (probably exported thru Vietnam..nehow) and hearing my generation play said “who is insane”!!!...hu our boy here took offense and said who is sane…and that was that …but thats my theory …abridged one although…


Y no. of hours later ….bhassi called and abused me….after enuf inquiring I have been informed , I called his dad at 2 30 in the nite and said , I quote my own self ofcourse even though I have no memory of it’ bhassi , tu khamba bhej raha hai ki nahi …unparliamentaty language ….bhej de yaar…more unparliamentary language’. That’s one of the strangest things I have ever then. As shukla prepares to leave for goa I have a piece ofadvice for him ‘itni bhi mat pina ki yaar hi naa rahe goa main kya hua’. That’s wat I call hands of wisdom . but apparently shukla broke all records of booze binge….

the song remains the same

i am going to write about him , decided. but this will be the only time. the first time i saw him, i thought of him as a cocky arrogant bastard. there were obvious reasons for it too. at a time when me & joe ( the kehte kehlate ppl in school) were shit scared of what AIT was gonna b like, with seniors acting like each one was Michael Corleone himself, will take a piss n then shoot us, and with us in formals looking at our third buttons trying to catch a glimpse of what AIT looked like, this man had the audacity to ask the barber at AIT to put a new blade, this act of bravado catapulted him , in our eyes, to dude status.his blatantly refusing to go to the cafeteria. he was quite something back then. i think the first time i saw a person in real talli state was him only,after his diluter act . how scared i was to look at him in that state. how times change...

there r too many memories....yup thats all there is now. i don't know what laid the foundation of our friendship.maybe it was me bringing him back to his room after one of his initial encounters with Mary Jane....he told me how he felt like he was falling down from a 100 storey high building. it was actually quite amusing. or maybe it was mutual love for drinking beer and listening to Floyd. but i do miss him now. not always but there r times wen i do.he was the only one i cud talk to without being judged. i guess he had his reasons. making c programmes isn't quite the same as writing about your dream girl, in verse. for someone who had the same undying zest to live life as i did, i wish he finds what he is looking for. i truly cherish all moments spent together, from sleeping on the door mats of shops t downing brave bulls at sports bars. as someone who i think knew me completely, i dnt quite think i have solved his mystery, but i have a n awesome number of clues for solving it.lol.as a man who thinks friendship is overrated, my friend, i consider u to be one of the better few that i have. next summer , old manali , it is then.

Nights I can't remember & Friends I can't forget

Well the position of the tv is still undecided….jonty doesn’t want it in his room cuz he wants to study ….
The sweet fuckin irony in all of this is he watches tv in my room..its present location..and I want to study... and I can study wen the fucker cant…asshole.

Neways few talli moments…yup ..moments

1. first year 2nd sem prep leave…..me in delhi….a certain Frenchman in delhi too…he s just given his aieee…v go to priyas ….since now ive been in college for a year I do know a bit bout beer n smokes …so v go to bachus ..order beer..fosters if I can recall correctly…a pitcher n 2 pints later v r pretty happy ….verbose has given way to grandiose and im buying my frnd marlbaros….n then teaching him how to smoke….even though iv never smoked myself the poet had taught me the technique….and how v watched pink panther and remembered arsene wenger n henry…and getting home and downing nimbu paani before my parents came…fun ..absolute fun

2. the first 45…..yup thats wat v called it….me and Newton after a lotta thought decided blue nile biryani trumped over uncle’s kitchen butter chicken….but sumwhere on the way over sumthing changed and we decided to watch a movie that went by the name of ocean’s thirteen….now wen ur watching that good a movie uv gotta drink but time constraints left us little room for manoeuvre…so with ten minutes to go we got 2 zingaros and downed them bottoms up in one go …we called it 45 ..cuz that’s the avg time v took then ...45 secs….now ofcourse iv improved mine to 12 secs..yup one full bottle…neways we got the best seats in the house and we were drunk ..but on the flip side….halfway thru the movie Newton turns to me and asks ..kuch samajh aa raha hai…and v burst into laughter cuz we had no clue how danny did it the third time around.

3.dont quite remember the time but I think 1st year 2nd sem..am in jal..with my school frnds…all of whom hav started drinking now…im staying at mote’s place…moni insists on getting talli..so bhupi paaji gets a bottle of old monk frm a fauji gymer….we drink in his indica and after its over me and sardar get half a bottle of whiskey dnt even remember the name …he buys eggs and milk and takes it home ...even though nobody had fucking asked for it …neways now all of the daaru is finished and time to go home…the 5 km ride from katoch to deep nagar is remembered by 2 photographic memories…a starting pic and an ending pic..thats it..i say I was riding and moni was pillion..... he says im fat….wat an asshole….taking cheap shots…im at mote’s now..standing in the porch I see uncle thru the window…as he walks I point to him telling everyone ‘uncle wo gaye, wo gaye....chaale gaye’..i move in ..after the customary touching of aunty's feet I turn to uncle telling him “aaj bhi FC main aap hi ki charcha hai”…I go to mote’s room and start doing situps...until tiring out n going to sleep…next day moni calls to say ‘aaj mat aana’ …his dad caught him..... reading a book ..upside down…sweet.

4.me jonty n shuk went to curve….downing tequilas and cocktails we decide its time maal maara gaye…so a few phone calls later its decided….joe n dave will b coming to the war cemetery ..and we three will join them ….once there ..me n dave get nostalgic on last time we were here ….it had cum down to newspaper and maal ….lol..and how I had found a commando’s grave…so after we v smoked up again…we are playing hide n seek in a war cemetery at 3 in the night ….once all the heavy fuel is over…we move back to our respective homes….bt wait ..fuck where is my car …iv left my car in kp….yup I managed to forget a full fucking car….to im drunk ..iv smoked up…andnow I wnt to get my car back…I take shuk along…have way down I racing so fast ive even forgortten who I was racing with…I ask shuk if joe has passed us….in all his astonishment shuk says joe went home half an hour ago…fuck man….to this day I dnt know who I was racing….but im equally sure that there was somebody….freaky!!!

Piper at the gates of dawn.

I remember joe once telling me how a certain frenchman has started blogging to be cool. He must have his reasons i had told him then. I believe i am cool, so i must be good at blogging( corollary of joe's funda). a blog it is then, i'l write on.


PS - For those of you wondering about the title ..well rick wright just passed away ...as a mark of respect...i name my debut blog after pink floyd's debut album.