Dec is a time of Year which brings lots of festivities, Xmas, New Year etc…. This year I added one more festivity to my kitty ………Navy Ball. After having a great time this New Year, We Planned to attend to navy Ball as well.
With all good and bad things in life, news of any new thing is greeted with mixed responses. Here are some samples responses for this news in direct order as it happened, divided into Boys and girls...
Boys
Bansi—Man we will have fun, what babes...HOT.
Jali-- Wow Man, this time I might even Dance so Parry does not have do a pole dance around me….Daru will be cheap, What babes….. HOT.
Parry—Thank God that Jali will dance …. I will watch the babes… What Babes…. HOT
Now the Girls.
First thought
RA- What will I wear.
SB- What will I wear.
SR- What will I wear.
Second Thought
RA- Parry will buy a new dress for me.
SB- Bansi will have to buy a new dress for me.
SR- Jali... Will u buy a new dress for me?
Third thought
RA- will not spend more than 5K
SB- will not spend more than 5K
SR- Jali... Will u buy a new dress for me?
Meanwhile we boys are still thinking--- what babes man- HOT
We are suddenly brought to ground from our beautiful dream… by below admission of girls.
Fourth Admission
RA- can I get a new dress? (Meaning- U better buy it or it will not be good for Ur health, u might have to do with maggi in Br, lunch, dinner which u will have to cook Ur self)
SB- I am getting a new dress will not spend more than 5K (Meaning- I am going to buy it and u have to like it otherwise u can starve or live on water. And CC bill will be FYA).
SR- Jali... Will u buy a new dress for me?
Having solved the issue of dress a fifth thought comes to their mind.
Fifth Thought
RA- By the way when is the navy ball and where
SB- By the way when is the navy ball and where
SR- By the way when is the navy ball and where
We oblige them with details( as if there was a choice)
Date – 8th Dec,
Venue- Navy Club- Colaba
Time- 8:30 PM
Eventually the dresses were bought and harmony prevailed, and the D day arrived.
Time – 6:30 Pm
Venue- Makeup chamber in Parry residence
Parry- dear get ready we need to be on time, we need to start at 8:30.
RA- don’t worry, will be ready and don’t disturb me now. (Concentrating on the makeup)
Time – 7:30 Pm
Parry- dear get ready we need to be on time, we need to start at 8:30.
RA- don’t worry, will be ready and don’t disturb me now. (Concentrating on the makeup)
Time – 8:30 Pm
Parry- dear get ready we need to be on time, we need to start at 8:30.
RA- don’t worry, will be ready and don’t disturb me now. (Concentrating on the makeup)
Time – 9:00 Pm
Parry- dear get ready we need to be on time, we had to start at 8:30.
RA- don’t worry, I will be in 5 minutes, (Concentrating on the makeup)
Time – 9:30 Pm
Parry- dear get ready we need to be on time, we had to start at 8:30.
RA- You disturb so much, I can’t even do my makeup properly, I al leaving it unfinished lets go and how come you are not ready. Hurry up
Time – 9:35 Pm
Parry- I shaved, showered and worn the party dress, I am ready, can we go now.
RA- Yes. (Muttering under breadth, that I have not allowed her to do makeup.)
We reached Bansi/ jail’s place….. Lo and behold…. Makeup is still on at their residence also
After 10 minutes of cajoling we got ready and started for venue and reached there at 10.45 PM. Bhai its Mumbai... Going late in a part is fashionable.
The atmosphere was electric; Venue was next to the Sea and beautifully done and crowd was awesome…. What babes…. HOT and Scorching,
Dresses were a mere formality in some cases, Good that all three of us wear glasses or our eyes would have popped out. DJ was playing some good music and I started gyrating to the same in the only and inimitable dance form I know… yes... Bhangara and suddenly I was alone, as in my group disappeared…. Bhangara so LS….
Oblivious of their uncomfortable gaze, I went on… a true soldier never quits. DJ who was playing the English nos till now, after seeing my spirited performance changed to Hindustani and I could see almost entire floor erupting into Bhangara….….. LEAD INDIA… TUM CHALO TO HINDUSTAN CHALE……. See the difference I made.
Now my friends and missus joined me and we were a happy family again (Remember Rs 5K for the Dress).
Drinks were flowing so was food… We had a gala time till around 3 in the morning and then when My Body refused to make any more dancing moves (Mind & Eyes were still saying.....What Babes… HOT), so we left the venue fully satisfied. But alas the satisfaction was very short lived as the moment we started another thought process started flowing in Girl’s minds.
What will they wear for New Year………………………
Friday, December 21, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Hazaaron khwahishein aisi….
It all started on Nov 29th …not very long ago in past. The chain of khwahishein… whose???
Well…. Mine!!
Some samples......
I wanted to run away from home, when not accommodated on my Whims… Feeling is still the same…
I wanted to Burn the world when some one shouted at me.
I wanted to win all the Basket ball matches which I played for school.
I wanted to become the best High jumper. (Yes I Was fighting fit once…).
I wanted to…… The list is endless
No, I never had this inclination of becoming a Pilot/ Astronaut / or any thing which had any thing to do with driving ….And this was because of a very simple reason that my home place “THE HASAN PUR” was light years ahead of such things and we believed in more pollution free environment and riding a Bullock cart was cool…….. It still is.
Coming to HASANPUR- The infrastructure is unmatched in comparison to any city in the world… we are so secure that it cannot be detected from a flying plane in the night also…. Govt has ensured nil electricity till date.
Now coming back to khwahish.
For now I would focus on the “I wanted to be a celebrity” part. Which, as a Kid I wanted to become?
I Wanted to be celebrity… and with my drop dead handsome look (don’t look for long you might drop Dead) my first priority obviously was Bollywood; I wanted to be become a………… Top Singer. (Hahaha u guessed wrong).
So all my neighbors and family members bore the brunt of my this Ambition ,My voice was so dynamic that it went on a automatic metamorphism, it varied from Mukesh To Kishore and ultimately stopped at S.P Bala and the growth stopped… so did this Khwahis.
School was the most carefree period in life… I wanted to become an officer in Indian Armed forces… But my Eye sight was weak…. Couldn’t see enemy from long distance and there was no point seeing them from Short distance….. (The crisis continues even today)… Death of another Khwahis.
College opened up new horizons… The focus shifted on fairer sex and How to be part of the coveted circle of people who has damsels throwing themselves at them.
And struggle I did….. left no stone unturned… to an extent that those awesome looking girls could have sung … Koi Patthar se na mare mere diwane ko….however my deadly looks combined with my “I am the best” behavior didn’t help… (Facts unchanged till today). Death of another Khwahis…..
Enterprising streak in me took me to my MBA. I loved every moment of the 2 years spent. (No moment is not a girl’s name). Those days spent in Comp lab, refreshing our knowledge of human Anatomy and memorizing, analyzing and appreciating its various finer aspects (to clear the confusion, I graduated in Finance and IT as Major) were pure bliss. Ambitions were running high and were changing on a daily basis and I was flowing with the flow.
Sample this…..
Make Thyagu’s life miserable.
Join LIC as a Cobol programer.
NK.
NK.
NK.
End result… all dead Khwahishein…………
But the best part of all this even after so meny premature and mature Death of my Khwahis… Am still dreaming and having Khwahis.
The latest one is to have a Six Pack…. No I don’t want this to die. And I have not set any time lines either.
Well…. Mine!!
Some samples......
I wanted to run away from home, when not accommodated on my Whims… Feeling is still the same…
I wanted to Burn the world when some one shouted at me.
I wanted to win all the Basket ball matches which I played for school.
I wanted to become the best High jumper. (Yes I Was fighting fit once…).
I wanted to…… The list is endless
No, I never had this inclination of becoming a Pilot/ Astronaut / or any thing which had any thing to do with driving ….And this was because of a very simple reason that my home place “THE HASAN PUR” was light years ahead of such things and we believed in more pollution free environment and riding a Bullock cart was cool…….. It still is.
Coming to HASANPUR- The infrastructure is unmatched in comparison to any city in the world… we are so secure that it cannot be detected from a flying plane in the night also…. Govt has ensured nil electricity till date.
Now coming back to khwahish.
For now I would focus on the “I wanted to be a celebrity” part. Which, as a Kid I wanted to become?
I Wanted to be celebrity… and with my drop dead handsome look (don’t look for long you might drop Dead) my first priority obviously was Bollywood; I wanted to be become a………… Top Singer. (Hahaha u guessed wrong).
So all my neighbors and family members bore the brunt of my this Ambition ,My voice was so dynamic that it went on a automatic metamorphism, it varied from Mukesh To Kishore and ultimately stopped at S.P Bala and the growth stopped… so did this Khwahis.
School was the most carefree period in life… I wanted to become an officer in Indian Armed forces… But my Eye sight was weak…. Couldn’t see enemy from long distance and there was no point seeing them from Short distance….. (The crisis continues even today)… Death of another Khwahis.
College opened up new horizons… The focus shifted on fairer sex and How to be part of the coveted circle of people who has damsels throwing themselves at them.
And struggle I did….. left no stone unturned… to an extent that those awesome looking girls could have sung … Koi Patthar se na mare mere diwane ko….however my deadly looks combined with my “I am the best” behavior didn’t help… (Facts unchanged till today). Death of another Khwahis…..
Enterprising streak in me took me to my MBA. I loved every moment of the 2 years spent. (No moment is not a girl’s name). Those days spent in Comp lab, refreshing our knowledge of human Anatomy and memorizing, analyzing and appreciating its various finer aspects (to clear the confusion, I graduated in Finance and IT as Major) were pure bliss. Ambitions were running high and were changing on a daily basis and I was flowing with the flow.
Sample this…..
Make Thyagu’s life miserable.
Join LIC as a Cobol programer.
NK.
NK.
NK.
End result… all dead Khwahishein…………
But the best part of all this even after so meny premature and mature Death of my Khwahis… Am still dreaming and having Khwahis.
The latest one is to have a Six Pack…. No I don’t want this to die. And I have not set any time lines either.
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