a prophesy ....
dis was sent to me
much...much...much before the Iraq war ...
On Mon, 17 Mar 2003 Pithaly wrote :
Happy Holi. Iraqi children will be playing with real blood.
Mr George Bush has a very vaild reason for attacking Iraq. and
its not oil.
Mr Bush, the asshole of the 21st Century, is a follower of Billy
Graham, the born-again Christian evangelist, and a firm believer
in the Apocalyptical theory. A "thousand years of christian
peace" is expected after the destruction of Iraq, who are
supposedly the evil ones, who are to kill the Jews, and the
balance remaining would be converted to Christians. The
Revelations is what is motivating the blind fool.
I clearly see three apocalytic horsemen. Its Bush, Blair and the
Spanish pansy Prime Minister. I was wondering who is the fourth.
Maybe, Saddam.
Evil always splits itself into myrad forms, like a Ravana.
Difficult for people to recognise it.
Bush is on Xanax tranquiliser, it seems. Also, peanut jelly
sandwiches, steak and whiskey have taken a toll on his senses.
and two teenage daughters who have been booked by the police for
drunkedness.
Misplaced christian rightousness is bringing the world to this
doom.
Of course, all the hard core Christians on the "right" in
America, (a considerable majority), support him along with the
American Jews. See what blind belief is leading to.
This is the third attempt at a world empire, as predicted in the
Bible, which says that the first two would fail. Bush could be
really an avatar of the ANTI CHRIST.
The first attempt at empire building was the Roman empire.
Collapsed. The second attempt was the Third Riech meant to rule a
thousand years, and now the third, again looking for a thousand
years of peace. As per the Bible, this chaos will continue for
three years.
Beware, the ides of March.
THE END OF RAJEEV's MESSAGE.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Dearest Diffy
if u arent Diffy, u shudnt be reading dis
Dear Diffy
i love u
but i gotta say dis
i want to love u more
absence makes the heart go fonder
wat i am saying is
isnt it time , u lived in yr own blogg ?
Dear Diffy
i love u
but i gotta say dis
i want to love u more
absence makes the heart go fonder
wat i am saying is
isnt it time , u lived in yr own blogg ?
wat is normal ..... and wat is not
hey fellow bloggers,
i m 54 and in these last 3 years
i acquired so much wisdom
it is spilling out of me ears
been messangering jeremy last nite (dat sounds so much like fingering)
all nite
i said tings
dat shudnt be said to a 16 yo
but then i am mad
correction i am not
all u normal ppl out there are mad
if u wanna no wat i am saying
read one flew over the cuckko's mest
if u cant read
see the movie
i m 54 and in these last 3 years
i acquired so much wisdom
it is spilling out of me ears
been messangering jeremy last nite (dat sounds so much like fingering)
all nite
i said tings
dat shudnt be said to a 16 yo
but then i am mad
correction i am not
all u normal ppl out there are mad
if u wanna no wat i am saying
read one flew over the cuckko's mest
if u cant read
see the movie
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Saturday, January 29, 2005
HAPPY ENGINEER'S DAY
Hey all of u guys out there
who screw
Happy Engineer's Day
PS: dis day is for hardware enginners only
software guys like KING BUTT and FIRACUB dont screw
they only finger
the keys of their laptop
who screw
Happy Engineer's Day
PS: dis day is for hardware enginners only
software guys like KING BUTT and FIRACUB dont screw
they only finger
the keys of their laptop
Friday, January 28, 2005
a double date
Fira (arif) ..... and Diffy.... the dating scene..
if u wanna see who is wid whom .... click to enlarge
CREATIVE RITING or PLAGIARISM ?
Keshi just chastised me for porn plagiarism
Bappi Lahiri, Anu Malik go west for inspiration
Japanese used to do reverse engineering
Saby, the creep- Diffy, the ass- Keshi, the beautiful read a lot
We rite our own stuff?
Wat we rite is just a re-mix of all dat we read
The only truly creative ppl are children and idiots and Firacub
I havent yet found the source of inspiration for Sneha, yet
Me tinks it is Sylvia Plath
Janice shamelessly reproduces wid out acknowledgement.
She is naïve,
And I love her
Certain ppl like firracub also plagiarize speech
U SUXS!
Chill
Chillax
Take a chill pill
Cool
Kewl
Get a life
Heyy dis is no criticism – just a statement of fact
I swear
Cool it, firacub
No offence meant
OK...OK...... dats a lie
hehehehe
PS: i just copied CITRUS'asses style of riting
been a frequent visitor to her blogg
she belongs to the softwares crowd in bangalore
these guys never go hard
nerds and geeks all of dem
i created ripples there
when i publicly proclaimed
Citrus i desire u and it shows
these guys were still into 4play wid her
Bappi Lahiri, Anu Malik go west for inspiration
Japanese used to do reverse engineering
Saby, the creep- Diffy, the ass- Keshi, the beautiful read a lot
We rite our own stuff?
Wat we rite is just a re-mix of all dat we read
The only truly creative ppl are children and idiots and Firacub
I havent yet found the source of inspiration for Sneha, yet
Me tinks it is Sylvia Plath
Janice shamelessly reproduces wid out acknowledgement.
She is naïve,
And I love her
Certain ppl like firracub also plagiarize speech
U SUXS!
Chill
Chillax
Take a chill pill
Cool
Kewl
Get a life
Heyy dis is no criticism – just a statement of fact
I swear
Cool it, firacub
No offence meant
OK...OK...... dats a lie
hehehehe
PS: i just copied CITRUS'asses style of riting
been a frequent visitor to her blogg
she belongs to the softwares crowd in bangalore
these guys never go hard
nerds and geeks all of dem
i created ripples there
when i publicly proclaimed
Citrus i desire u and it shows
these guys were still into 4play wid her
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Diffy says .... She says
PS: Diffy is a kiss-and-tell guy
dis is wat he told his pals……abt his date wid .....…… cant name her .. but uno who Diffy adores ......
He Said, She Said
Two different versions of the same event. Would you believe Diffy further than you could throw him? Would his date lie to protect the truth about a night she’d rather forget? Read what he says, read what she says – in your own mind you will know the truth.
Diffy says :-“The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes, sparkling diamonds set upon a fresh and splendid face."
She says :-“My breasts. I could see that he was attracted by them. Okay, so they are on the large side, perky puppies. But that was all he saw."
Diffy says :-“I knew she was my destiny and moved across to where she and her friends were dancing around their handbags. As she had been shyly eyeing me, the way that women do, I felt that should ask her to dance."
She says :-“His mates dared him to come over. He was embarrassed I guess, drunk too. His voice might have been addressing me but his eye line was asking my cleavage to dance."
He says :-“I took her by the hand to the dance floor and as the band played a seductive melody I gently held her to me and she felt warm in my arms as she relaxed and we floated majestically around the floor."
She says :-“He just grabbed me, pulled me to the dance floor I guess. Despite the fast rhythm of the music he just put both hands round my butt and pulled me in. His breath reeked of alcohol and I felt my boobs were getting crushed."
Diffy says :-“I felt her heart skip a beat."
She says :-“He belched."
Diffy says :-“As we danced I sensed us getting closer, a meeting of like minds."
She says :-“He seemed to quickly work out that I wasn’t wearing any bra of panties."
He says :-“Their comes a time, a defining moment, in every relationship. Her presence made me feel giddy and inevitably we stepped outside to embrace and kiss, mouthes locked, tongues fighting, a loving clinch. She was all over me, obviously wanted me so bad."
She says :-“He was drunk and nearly passed out so I got him outside for some fresh air. Then he tried to get his hand down the front of my dress but he stopped as if shot, turned, and then was sick in a bush."
Diffy says :-“We continued to kiss long and hard, an eager love, a passion so very strong, two lovers who have what they have spent a lifetime looking for."
She says :-“He was sick twice more."
He says :-“No word was needed, eyes talk volumes, senses attuned. We took my sports car, drove the scenic route, parked up and, as she giggled with anticipation, I carried her manfully inside my executive apartment."
She says :-“I felt sorry for him. I could have left him but he would still be there now. I half dragged him to the street and poured him into a passing taxi and got him to stay awake long enough to say where he lived, down town, two blocks from the sewage works. That was the easy part. Finding the right key to his dingy apartment was the next task. Why do men carry so many keys? Once in he just fell flat on his face."
He says :-“Two hearts."
She says :-“One penis!."
Diffy says :-“We kissed with zeal, aroused, excited. We kissed again when we had regained our breath. I slowly, oh so very slowly, took her dress off. My hand reached out, an experienced touch, and with a honed flick her bra was gone, her milky white breasts stood proud and wanting."
She says :-“He finally got to his feet, stumbled in his drunken stuper, reached out and grabbed my dress to stop his fall. Fucking ripped it open, tits everywhere."
He says :-“Her eyes cried ‘take me, take me here and now big boy’."
She says :-“He got his cock out – I had to put my glasses on to be sure, but yes, he did for reasons unknown get his cock out."
He says :-“We made love on the floor. For hours on end our writhing, arching bodies found new heights, new depths, new love."
She says :-“He fell asleep on the floor for a couple of hours. Looked so childlike sucking his thumb the way he did."
Diffy says :-“In each others arms, the dampness of love forever stained deep into the carpet."
She says :-“He wet himself."
Diffy says :-“We slept where we lay, given too much of our bodies to move. When I awoke she had gone but had left a note – it read, ‘I will never forget you’”
She says :-“He was deep in sleep, snoring even, so I got out. Left a note for him – it read, ‘I will never forget this, you bastard."
Two versions of the same night out. A night of passion? Who would you believe? I thought you might!
dis is wat he told his pals……abt his date wid .....…… cant name her .. but uno who Diffy adores ......
He Said, She Said
Two different versions of the same event. Would you believe Diffy further than you could throw him? Would his date lie to protect the truth about a night she’d rather forget? Read what he says, read what she says – in your own mind you will know the truth.
Diffy says :-“The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes, sparkling diamonds set upon a fresh and splendid face."
She says :-“My breasts. I could see that he was attracted by them. Okay, so they are on the large side, perky puppies. But that was all he saw."
Diffy says :-“I knew she was my destiny and moved across to where she and her friends were dancing around their handbags. As she had been shyly eyeing me, the way that women do, I felt that should ask her to dance."
She says :-“His mates dared him to come over. He was embarrassed I guess, drunk too. His voice might have been addressing me but his eye line was asking my cleavage to dance."
He says :-“I took her by the hand to the dance floor and as the band played a seductive melody I gently held her to me and she felt warm in my arms as she relaxed and we floated majestically around the floor."
She says :-“He just grabbed me, pulled me to the dance floor I guess. Despite the fast rhythm of the music he just put both hands round my butt and pulled me in. His breath reeked of alcohol and I felt my boobs were getting crushed."
Diffy says :-“I felt her heart skip a beat."
She says :-“He belched."
Diffy says :-“As we danced I sensed us getting closer, a meeting of like minds."
She says :-“He seemed to quickly work out that I wasn’t wearing any bra of panties."
He says :-“Their comes a time, a defining moment, in every relationship. Her presence made me feel giddy and inevitably we stepped outside to embrace and kiss, mouthes locked, tongues fighting, a loving clinch. She was all over me, obviously wanted me so bad."
She says :-“He was drunk and nearly passed out so I got him outside for some fresh air. Then he tried to get his hand down the front of my dress but he stopped as if shot, turned, and then was sick in a bush."
Diffy says :-“We continued to kiss long and hard, an eager love, a passion so very strong, two lovers who have what they have spent a lifetime looking for."
She says :-“He was sick twice more."
He says :-“No word was needed, eyes talk volumes, senses attuned. We took my sports car, drove the scenic route, parked up and, as she giggled with anticipation, I carried her manfully inside my executive apartment."
She says :-“I felt sorry for him. I could have left him but he would still be there now. I half dragged him to the street and poured him into a passing taxi and got him to stay awake long enough to say where he lived, down town, two blocks from the sewage works. That was the easy part. Finding the right key to his dingy apartment was the next task. Why do men carry so many keys? Once in he just fell flat on his face."
He says :-“Two hearts."
She says :-“One penis!."
Diffy says :-“We kissed with zeal, aroused, excited. We kissed again when we had regained our breath. I slowly, oh so very slowly, took her dress off. My hand reached out, an experienced touch, and with a honed flick her bra was gone, her milky white breasts stood proud and wanting."
She says :-“He finally got to his feet, stumbled in his drunken stuper, reached out and grabbed my dress to stop his fall. Fucking ripped it open, tits everywhere."
He says :-“Her eyes cried ‘take me, take me here and now big boy’."
She says :-“He got his cock out – I had to put my glasses on to be sure, but yes, he did for reasons unknown get his cock out."
He says :-“We made love on the floor. For hours on end our writhing, arching bodies found new heights, new depths, new love."
She says :-“He fell asleep on the floor for a couple of hours. Looked so childlike sucking his thumb the way he did."
Diffy says :-“In each others arms, the dampness of love forever stained deep into the carpet."
She says :-“He wet himself."
Diffy says :-“We slept where we lay, given too much of our bodies to move. When I awoke she had gone but had left a note – it read, ‘I will never forget you’”
She says :-“He was deep in sleep, snoring even, so I got out. Left a note for him – it read, ‘I will never forget this, you bastard."
Two versions of the same night out. A night of passion? Who would you believe? I thought you might!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
sounds heard from outside DIFFY's room
YEH KYA HO RAHA HAIN ??
"You...you're makin' me...I feel...all...funny...inside,"
"Ummmmmm!"
"Unnnnnn!"
. "Ooooooooo!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Ahhhhhhhh!"
Ummmmmmm!"
"Diffy ....oh, Lord, Diffeeee
"Gnahhhhhhh!" Oh, Diffyyy My Lord
"Diffy ... Oh, no! Oh, no! I'm gonna go crazy...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh...uh...uh...uh....uh... uh...uh....uh... uh...uh....uh... uh...uh....uh!"
"My Lord! That's so hot! My Lord! My Lord! My Lord! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
dat was Diffy and NIKKI from Miami ..... auditioning for KAMA SUTRA the movie ..... trying out position no. 70
"You...you're makin' me...I feel...all...funny...inside,"
"Ummmmmm!"
"Unnnnnn!"
. "Ooooooooo!"
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Ahhhhhhhh!"
Ummmmmmm!"
"Diffy ....oh, Lord, Diffeeee
"Gnahhhhhhh!" Oh, Diffyyy My Lord
"Diffy ... Oh, no! Oh, no! I'm gonna go crazy...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh...uh...uh...uh....uh... uh...uh....uh... uh...uh....uh... uh...uh....uh!"
"My Lord! That's so hot! My Lord! My Lord! My Lord! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
dat was Diffy and NIKKI from Miami ..... auditioning for KAMA SUTRA the movie ..... trying out position no. 70
all u wanted to no abt Janice, Keshi, ANNA, PRITI, NEHA, TANVI, AGONY AUNT ... by Diffy
WOOMEN SEEKING MEN
Abbreviations used by these woomen in the "WOMEN SEEKING MEN" Classifieds:
CODE WORD.....MEANS
40-ish.....49
Adventurer.....Has had more partners than you ever will. Never climbed a hill (ANNA from chicago)
Affectionate.....Won't hold his hand before the third date, kiss before the fifth, neck before the seventh, offer reciprocation for dinner before the ninth, or ever share sensual intromission before the eleventh date! (JANICE)
Athletic.....Flat-chested, no make-up, boy's hair cut. A girl? Or sexless "guy"? ...JEREMIAH
Average looking.....Ugly (cant name her)
Beautiful.....Pathological liar, delusional, sees a fantasy in the mirror ...JEREMY again
Buxom.....Balloon boobs ... BEEG WOOMAN
Christian.....Never had an original, questioning thought in her life. Goes to kindergarten bible study and presumes that her religion requires sexual suppression, so quashed that her human sex desire is that of a plaster angel ...JANICE AGAIN
Classy.....Wants free society dates to show off her ego -Has no "Character" to show at Classy conversations
Communication important.....Just try to get a word in edgewise. Doesn't call back on her "Women Seeking Men" responses. You do the communicating, she judges, too rude to call back ..... KESHI
Contagious Smile.....Prearranged. Like her canned talk. No spend? -No smile ...mangy Janice
Dances.....Enjoys moving as if she were sensuous, having Sublimated her sex drive by terpsichorean "exercise" ....JANICE i tink
HEY DIFFY u name the others...i gotta hide ..
Degree.....MRS., her only goal in education, forfeited by divorce
Educated.....College dropout, with an Incomplete MRS. Degree
Emotionally secure.....Still seeking the wrong man, making the same mistakes with men, throwing tantrums in petulant pms perturbation
Employed.....Part-time job stuffing envelopes at home, and a "masseuse"
Energetic.....Dances, jogs, aerobics, light-weights, tennis, golf, walks fast- anything but fulfillment of female sexual physical function
Enjoys art and opera.....Snob who never bought a ticket to an opera, a concert, gallery, museum; never Reciprocated for free art dates
Enjoys Nature.....You bring it all. Her hiking path has cut across her sex drive. She notices hikers' shoes, no trees or birds
Exotic Beauty.....Would frighten a Martian. Exotic get-up for "local yokel"
Family interest.....No time for a boy friend on weekend or holiday-with family
Feminist.....Man hating ball-buster, calls girls 'guys' and wants it both ways: Equal wages as "person" and Free dates as "lady"
Financially secure.....One paycheck from the street. Has all of husband's assets from the divorce. Buys shoes every month
Friendship first.....Trying to live down a reputation as a slut. She "Never goes any further than petting, with any man," anyway!
Goal oriented.....You, not her. Your goal must be to support her, her goals
Gentle.....Comatose.....until you suggest She pay for a drink or dinner!
Health interest.....She asks for your cardiovascular rate, never arouses your heart
Humorous.....Caustic. What's the Women's' most required Men's Quality? "Sense of humor." But she's too insecure to have one or know when you are showing your sense of humor -she's "hurt"
Intuitive.....Your opinion doesn't count. She reads your Mind, not her own
In Transition.....Needs a new sugar-daddy to pay her bills; last one got wise
ISO.....In Search Of.....or is In Sexual Ossification from sex refusal
Job seeking.....In search of "security," "prestige" -not to "Contribute"
Light drinker.....Lush. Likes expensive call-liquor drinks you pay for as she brags, "I've Never Bought a Man a Drink!"
Looks younger.....If viewed from far away in bad light. She's still a "spoiled brat" who hasn't learned to reciprocate at all like she Takes
Loves Animals..... .....A three-cat lady, has a plaster cat statuette, glass cat menagerie, velvet cat painting, cat place mats, cat clock, cat plaque, with a kiddie-cat's brain -no mate
Mature.....Making same mistakes with men, choice of boy friends
Natural.....Gone to pot. Too lazy to exercise etiquette, good language
New-Age.....Nose, eyebrow, lip, ear, tongue, naval, and vulva -are pierced; butt, shoulder, ankle, back and belly -tattooed; hair dyed purple
Old-fashioned.....Lights out, missionary position, breeds annually -in kitchen
Open-minded.....Open to flirting with men, closed-minded if "You're flirting!"
Outgoing.....Loud show off. Talks on, about food and clothes
Passionate.....Loud orgasmic release in sex act -never happens
Petite.....Could be cast as a Munchkin. Arrested growth of sex life
Poet.....Depressive Schizophrenic who scribbles in her Nescience
Possible LTR.....Possibly, Long Time Refusing men has lost her lust for 'em
Reliable.....Stands you up on an agreed, confirmed date due to a change of mood an hour before. Has a lay-for-pay lawyer to handle her broken property agreements
Reubenesque.....Gross. So obsessed about hair she forgot about her body
Romantic.....Looks better by candle light. Whispers, "In your dreams," then Yells, "Not gonna happen Buster! I'm not that kind of girl! I don't 'hop' into bed with 'any' man!".....She doesn't Slowly go to Bed at Anytime with Any man!
Seductive.....Embarrassed by sexy innuendo, giggles and turns Away when she sees a handsome nude man! Shocked seeing man naked!
Sensitive, sensible.....Self-centered, talks about her hair's history of different tintings
Sensuous.....Startled, then Offended by a Man's gentle hand on her shoulder
Sincere.....Really only wants a Sat night date to brag about on Mon morning
Smart.....Clever at conning men; acts naive to lure men into property cons
Smoker.....Prefers laryngeal cancer to healthful deep-throat protein cream
Social.....Women's support groups, aerobics, girls night-out. Social with Men? "O, they're okay for free dinners, couples' affairs"
Special..... What woman thinks she is not "special?" She doesn't want to Know about the three Other women who also expect you to spend generously on as they, too, are "Special!"
Spiritual.....Involved with cult. Meditation is her recreation, psycho-sexual sublimation, subordinating her sex -if she ever had any
Spontaneous.....Asks on Mon, "What'd ya have in mind for your lucky Saturday night date?" Requires date commitment by Wed, verified by Thur and confirmed by Fri call by 4:00
Sports.....Has no idea of the cost of admission to golf courses, ski weekends, tennis club, sailing, ball games, team-fan trips
Stable.....When she Suspects you Looked at "Another woman" -is insane!
Sweet and sassy..... Saccharin or sour, acerbically argumentative, demanding drab, harrying harridan, temper-tantrum throwing termagant! Can be Violently vituperative, a virago, yacking yenta, willful witch!
Tall, thin.....Anorexic
Tan.....Wrinkled
Tired of bar scene.....That's been over for twenty years; wishes it wasn't
Unattached.....Has a former boy friend considering returning to
Variety of interests.....She "can't think of any" but has "them, and more!" (Ha)
Vivacious.....Volubly vexed at any veiled suggestion of sex or Venery!
Voluptuous.....Very wide, but critical of men; an egg criticizing a differential
Weight proportional.....to height.....Hugely fat, has a ste-a-to-pyg-ic beach-ball behind
Wants Soul-mate....."Well, maybe I just want some free dates t'get out once a while!"
Widow.....Nagged her first husband to death; looking for another victim
Writer.....Pompous. Writes of fribble dating and can't describe fellatio. Uses the word "cute" to describe a pussy cat, a dress, a handsome, robust man; "Stranger to passion" twit
Young at heart.....Toothless crone. Pretends "jejune naivety" to avoid adult pleasure, feigns the "sexually repressed Christian girl" role to deny a man's desire for her desireless sexual orifices
Zoology interest.....Doesn't know that the female breast evolved for the clasping palm of the erect standing male's hand, to hold her supple, aroused, erect-nippled, cone-shaped, graspable breasts have evolved for attracting the male to further the survival of our species. She doesn't know how lamentable it is that since 315 A.D. with the acceptance of Christian prudery, churchist prohibition, self-denial of her human nature's desire for a man's breast fondling arousal, after 1,684 years of inculcated psychological sexual repression, evolving with her congenital physical suppression forbidding "any man's hands on her breasts," especially among single women, may have caused the high increase of today's high in- cidence of female breast cancer. This condition is similar to one described to the authoress of The Vagina Monologues when she asked her gynecologist friend what his reflection was on womens' vaginas. He thought about his practice and said, "What I see the most in vaginas is cobwebs from years of disuse."
- Bacchus.
Abbreviations used by these woomen in the "WOMEN SEEKING MEN" Classifieds:
CODE WORD.....MEANS
40-ish.....49
Adventurer.....Has had more partners than you ever will. Never climbed a hill (ANNA from chicago)
Affectionate.....Won't hold his hand before the third date, kiss before the fifth, neck before the seventh, offer reciprocation for dinner before the ninth, or ever share sensual intromission before the eleventh date! (JANICE)
Athletic.....Flat-chested, no make-up, boy's hair cut. A girl? Or sexless "guy"? ...JEREMIAH
Average looking.....Ugly (cant name her)
Beautiful.....Pathological liar, delusional, sees a fantasy in the mirror ...JEREMY again
Buxom.....Balloon boobs ... BEEG WOOMAN
Christian.....Never had an original, questioning thought in her life. Goes to kindergarten bible study and presumes that her religion requires sexual suppression, so quashed that her human sex desire is that of a plaster angel ...JANICE AGAIN
Classy.....Wants free society dates to show off her ego -Has no "Character" to show at Classy conversations
Communication important.....Just try to get a word in edgewise. Doesn't call back on her "Women Seeking Men" responses. You do the communicating, she judges, too rude to call back ..... KESHI
Contagious Smile.....Prearranged. Like her canned talk. No spend? -No smile ...mangy Janice
Dances.....Enjoys moving as if she were sensuous, having Sublimated her sex drive by terpsichorean "exercise" ....JANICE i tink
HEY DIFFY u name the others...i gotta hide ..
Degree.....MRS., her only goal in education, forfeited by divorce
Educated.....College dropout, with an Incomplete MRS. Degree
Emotionally secure.....Still seeking the wrong man, making the same mistakes with men, throwing tantrums in petulant pms perturbation
Employed.....Part-time job stuffing envelopes at home, and a "masseuse"
Energetic.....Dances, jogs, aerobics, light-weights, tennis, golf, walks fast- anything but fulfillment of female sexual physical function
Enjoys art and opera.....Snob who never bought a ticket to an opera, a concert, gallery, museum; never Reciprocated for free art dates
Enjoys Nature.....You bring it all. Her hiking path has cut across her sex drive. She notices hikers' shoes, no trees or birds
Exotic Beauty.....Would frighten a Martian. Exotic get-up for "local yokel"
Family interest.....No time for a boy friend on weekend or holiday-with family
Feminist.....Man hating ball-buster, calls girls 'guys' and wants it both ways: Equal wages as "person" and Free dates as "lady"
Financially secure.....One paycheck from the street. Has all of husband's assets from the divorce. Buys shoes every month
Friendship first.....Trying to live down a reputation as a slut. She "Never goes any further than petting, with any man," anyway!
Goal oriented.....You, not her. Your goal must be to support her, her goals
Gentle.....Comatose.....until you suggest She pay for a drink or dinner!
Health interest.....She asks for your cardiovascular rate, never arouses your heart
Humorous.....Caustic. What's the Women's' most required Men's Quality? "Sense of humor." But she's too insecure to have one or know when you are showing your sense of humor -she's "hurt"
Intuitive.....Your opinion doesn't count. She reads your Mind, not her own
In Transition.....Needs a new sugar-daddy to pay her bills; last one got wise
ISO.....In Search Of.....or is In Sexual Ossification from sex refusal
Job seeking.....In search of "security," "prestige" -not to "Contribute"
Light drinker.....Lush. Likes expensive call-liquor drinks you pay for as she brags, "I've Never Bought a Man a Drink!"
Looks younger.....If viewed from far away in bad light. She's still a "spoiled brat" who hasn't learned to reciprocate at all like she Takes
Loves Animals..... .....A three-cat lady, has a plaster cat statuette, glass cat menagerie, velvet cat painting, cat place mats, cat clock, cat plaque, with a kiddie-cat's brain -no mate
Mature.....Making same mistakes with men, choice of boy friends
Natural.....Gone to pot. Too lazy to exercise etiquette, good language
New-Age.....Nose, eyebrow, lip, ear, tongue, naval, and vulva -are pierced; butt, shoulder, ankle, back and belly -tattooed; hair dyed purple
Old-fashioned.....Lights out, missionary position, breeds annually -in kitchen
Open-minded.....Open to flirting with men, closed-minded if "You're flirting!"
Outgoing.....Loud show off. Talks on, about food and clothes
Passionate.....Loud orgasmic release in sex act -never happens
Petite.....Could be cast as a Munchkin. Arrested growth of sex life
Poet.....Depressive Schizophrenic who scribbles in her Nescience
Possible LTR.....Possibly, Long Time Refusing men has lost her lust for 'em
Reliable.....Stands you up on an agreed, confirmed date due to a change of mood an hour before. Has a lay-for-pay lawyer to handle her broken property agreements
Reubenesque.....Gross. So obsessed about hair she forgot about her body
Romantic.....Looks better by candle light. Whispers, "In your dreams," then Yells, "Not gonna happen Buster! I'm not that kind of girl! I don't 'hop' into bed with 'any' man!".....She doesn't Slowly go to Bed at Anytime with Any man!
Seductive.....Embarrassed by sexy innuendo, giggles and turns Away when she sees a handsome nude man! Shocked seeing man naked!
Sensitive, sensible.....Self-centered, talks about her hair's history of different tintings
Sensuous.....Startled, then Offended by a Man's gentle hand on her shoulder
Sincere.....Really only wants a Sat night date to brag about on Mon morning
Smart.....Clever at conning men; acts naive to lure men into property cons
Smoker.....Prefers laryngeal cancer to healthful deep-throat protein cream
Social.....Women's support groups, aerobics, girls night-out. Social with Men? "O, they're okay for free dinners, couples' affairs"
Special..... What woman thinks she is not "special?" She doesn't want to Know about the three Other women who also expect you to spend generously on as they, too, are "Special!"
Spiritual.....Involved with cult. Meditation is her recreation, psycho-sexual sublimation, subordinating her sex -if she ever had any
Spontaneous.....Asks on Mon, "What'd ya have in mind for your lucky Saturday night date?" Requires date commitment by Wed, verified by Thur and confirmed by Fri call by 4:00
Sports.....Has no idea of the cost of admission to golf courses, ski weekends, tennis club, sailing, ball games, team-fan trips
Stable.....When she Suspects you Looked at "Another woman" -is insane!
Sweet and sassy..... Saccharin or sour, acerbically argumentative, demanding drab, harrying harridan, temper-tantrum throwing termagant! Can be Violently vituperative, a virago, yacking yenta, willful witch!
Tall, thin.....Anorexic
Tan.....Wrinkled
Tired of bar scene.....That's been over for twenty years; wishes it wasn't
Unattached.....Has a former boy friend considering returning to
Variety of interests.....She "can't think of any" but has "them, and more!" (Ha)
Vivacious.....Volubly vexed at any veiled suggestion of sex or Venery!
Voluptuous.....Very wide, but critical of men; an egg criticizing a differential
Weight proportional.....to height.....Hugely fat, has a ste-a-to-pyg-ic beach-ball behind
Wants Soul-mate....."Well, maybe I just want some free dates t'get out once a while!"
Widow.....Nagged her first husband to death; looking for another victim
Writer.....Pompous. Writes of fribble dating and can't describe fellatio. Uses the word "cute" to describe a pussy cat, a dress, a handsome, robust man; "Stranger to passion" twit
Young at heart.....Toothless crone. Pretends "jejune naivety" to avoid adult pleasure, feigns the "sexually repressed Christian girl" role to deny a man's desire for her desireless sexual orifices
Zoology interest.....Doesn't know that the female breast evolved for the clasping palm of the erect standing male's hand, to hold her supple, aroused, erect-nippled, cone-shaped, graspable breasts have evolved for attracting the male to further the survival of our species. She doesn't know how lamentable it is that since 315 A.D. with the acceptance of Christian prudery, churchist prohibition, self-denial of her human nature's desire for a man's breast fondling arousal, after 1,684 years of inculcated psychological sexual repression, evolving with her congenital physical suppression forbidding "any man's hands on her breasts," especially among single women, may have caused the high increase of today's high in- cidence of female breast cancer. This condition is similar to one described to the authoress of The Vagina Monologues when she asked her gynecologist friend what his reflection was on womens' vaginas. He thought about his practice and said, "What I see the most in vaginas is cobwebs from years of disuse."
- Bacchus.
Monday, January 24, 2005
HOLY WAR ?
Bush and Osama,
i dont think there is any such thing as a HOLY WAR
call it JEHAD or call it CRUSADE
for the victims it is hell
dis link is given by Pithaly
WAR IS UGLY
i dont think there is any such thing as a HOLY WAR
call it JEHAD or call it CRUSADE
for the victims it is hell
dis link is given by Pithaly
WAR IS UGLY
Keshi ..... is my inspiration for this download
i tank u God
I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.
And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
Haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for his blessings,
and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,
about the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
When I think of how many people
in this world have it worse than I do.
I realize just how blessed most of us really are.
- dat was George Carlin (i tink)
I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.
And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
Haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for his blessings,
and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,
about the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
When I think of how many people
in this world have it worse than I do.
I realize just how blessed most of us really are.
- dat was George Carlin (i tink)
Bob Dylan ... i love u soo much it is almost like being in love ...
I LOVE BOB DYLAN .....
God don't make no promises that He don't keep.
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts.
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger's got you tied up in knots.
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled,
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs that'll never cure your ills.
You got men who can't hold their peace and women who can't control their tongues,
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young.
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools,
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules.
Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move,
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved.
You can't take it with you and you know that it's too worthless to be sold,
They tell you, "Time is money" as if your life was worth its weight in gold.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
-Bob Dylan
God don't make no promises that He don't keep.
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts.
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger's got you tied up in knots.
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled,
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs that'll never cure your ills.
You got men who can't hold their peace and women who can't control their tongues,
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young.
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools,
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules.
Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move,
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved.
You can't take it with you and you know that it's too worthless to be sold,
They tell you, "Time is money" as if your life was worth its weight in gold.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
-Bob Dylan
i love u JESUS !
I LOVE U JESUS
I LOVE JESUS…..
I also joke wid Jesus ..He has a gr8 sense of humour…..He can laff at His church…. The Padres…the Bishops in their funny caps…trying to look pious…He even laffs at His Pope…….. when he preaches birth control by Russian roulette…
Hey, God …if I am rong….don’t strike me down wid lighting…. If im rong forgive me……
Love ya Jesus,
Saby (me an IIT graduate… ino more than u…u never even been to schools were just making furniture for 30 years…ur not even competent to be MR of an ISO 9001 company…)
Cc: Fr. James
….hope u don’t burn me as a heretic….like the Church did in the middle ages…..or lock me up in a mad house… like we did to Galileo…
I LOVE JESUS…..
I also joke wid Jesus ..He has a gr8 sense of humour…..He can laff at His church…. The Padres…the Bishops in their funny caps…trying to look pious…He even laffs at His Pope…….. when he preaches birth control by Russian roulette…
Hey, God …if I am rong….don’t strike me down wid lighting…. If im rong forgive me……
Love ya Jesus,
Saby (me an IIT graduate… ino more than u…u never even been to schools were just making furniture for 30 years…ur not even competent to be MR of an ISO 9001 company…)
Cc: Fr. James
….hope u don’t burn me as a heretic….like the Church did in the middle ages…..or lock me up in a mad house… like we did to Galileo…
JANEEEEEEZ !
Aago janeez
Kiddhe sangun tuka
Yok bhurgo mojhea bailya patlayan davta to DIFFY, ani
JEREMY mojhea mogan poddli
Te maka soddina
Ani kiddhe sangun go
Te KESHI peeshee
Te ponn maca lain marta
Ani yok zhhanto muniz CHRIS-ak marunk soddta ….teche naav SEAN …. To tujea lagin cazar korunk sodd ta
Ya sounsarak kiddhe zale janeez
Sheee…..sheee
Sunday, January 23, 2005
PARVEEN BABI .... 'when i needed u .. u were not here for me'
now, dont cry for me
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay.
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
There's pale drooping maiden who foils her life away
With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
– Bob Dylan
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay.
There are frail forms fainting at the door.
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
There's pale drooping maiden who foils her life away
With a worn out heart, whose better days are o'er.
Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door.
Oh, hard times, come again no more.
– Bob Dylan
PARVEEN BABI ... 'i need a shot of love'
help me
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease,
Don't need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees,
Don't need a shot of codeine to help me to repent,
Don't need a shot of whiskey, help me be president.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Doctor, can you hear me? I need some Medicaid.
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
What I got ain't painful, it's just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed Jesus when they put a price upon His head.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Don't even feel like crossing the street and my car ain't actin' right.
Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
– Bob Dylan
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Don't need a shot of heroin to kill my disease,
Don't need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees,
Don't need a shot of codeine to help me to repent,
Don't need a shot of whiskey, help me be president.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Doctor, can you hear me? I need some Medicaid.
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
What I got ain't painful, it's just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed Jesus when they put a price upon His head.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Don't even feel like crossing the street and my car ain't actin' right.
Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
– Bob Dylan
Saturday, January 22, 2005
YE SHALL BE CHANGED -Bob Dylan
YE SHALL BE CHANGED
There is Hope says Bob Dylan ..
YE SHALL BE CHANGED
You harbor resentment
You know there ain't too much of a thrill
But you got an emptiness that can't be filled
You've had enough hatred
Your bones are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but)
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
You've gotten by sweat, blood and muscle
From early in the morning 'til way past dark
All you ever do is hustle
All your loved ones have walked out the door
You're not even sure 'bout your wife and kids no more, but
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
(Now) the past don't control you
But the future's like a roulette wheel spinning
(And) deep down inside
You know you need a whole new beginning
Don't have to go to Russia or Iran
Just surrender to God and He'll move you right here where you stand, and
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
You drink bitter water
And you been eating the bread of sorrow
You can't live for today
When all you're ever thinking of is tomorrow
The path you've endured has been rough
And when you've decided that you've had enough, then
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
-Bob Dylan
There is Hope says Bob Dylan ..
YE SHALL BE CHANGED
You harbor resentment
You know there ain't too much of a thrill
But you got an emptiness that can't be filled
You've had enough hatred
Your bones are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but)
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
You've gotten by sweat, blood and muscle
From early in the morning 'til way past dark
All you ever do is hustle
All your loved ones have walked out the door
You're not even sure 'bout your wife and kids no more, but
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
(Now) the past don't control you
But the future's like a roulette wheel spinning
(And) deep down inside
You know you need a whole new beginning
Don't have to go to Russia or Iran
Just surrender to God and He'll move you right here where you stand, and
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
You drink bitter water
And you been eating the bread of sorrow
You can't live for today
When all you're ever thinking of is tomorrow
The path you've endured has been rough
And when you've decided that you've had enough, then
Ye shall be changed, ye shall be changed
In a twinkling of an eye, when the last trumpet blows
The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths
And ye shall be changed
-Bob Dylan
Friday, January 21, 2005
a true friend
a true friend
I just been castrated … I always tot I was attractive to the fairer sex …..
But reality SUXS
I figure dat at 90% probability I will die at or b4 I touch 65
bcoz of self abuse (ciggies and booze) …… Jeremy ru listening ?
any ways …I plan to rock the boat b4 I die…..
till now I only propounded my theories to Willie .. a guy very close to me in the real world ..
he is a true friend .. told him dat I got the hottz 4 his wife ..
he laffed …
said Willie…’lets make a pact …
if he dies b4 me … I look afer his wife all her needs (sexual included)
and if he outlives me …he wud do likewise …’.
The pact has been signed.
I just been castrated … I always tot I was attractive to the fairer sex …..
But reality SUXS
I figure dat at 90% probability I will die at or b4 I touch 65
bcoz of self abuse (ciggies and booze) …… Jeremy ru listening ?
any ways …I plan to rock the boat b4 I die…..
till now I only propounded my theories to Willie .. a guy very close to me in the real world ..
he is a true friend .. told him dat I got the hottz 4 his wife ..
he laffed …
said Willie…’lets make a pact …
if he dies b4 me … I look afer his wife all her needs (sexual included)
and if he outlives me …he wud do likewise …’.
The pact has been signed.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
same sex marriages ... or TANVI and Julia
same sex marriages
hey guys,
wat do u tink....
im particularly interested in TANVI's views......
she forced me to a sex change... when i told her as Julia .... dat i loved her ......
dis wat our PM sardar tinks.. when interviewed by Barkha Duttt..i tink.... dat is an alias for jeremy chick...
Time For Same Sex Marriages?
"These kinds of marriage are not appreciated here (in India)" said Dr Manmohan Singh, reacting to a foreign correspondent's question on his views on same sex marriage. more
Jeremy chick (i luv her) : Why - may I ask? Do homosexuals not exist in India? Do they not have the right to lead 'normal' happy lives, and marry the person they choose to marry?
Is it not time we woke up to the reality, that homosexuals are as normal as you and I, and have every right to live with whom they choose. As long as there are two willing partners, above the legal age, willing to take the vows, who is 'society' to stamp its approval or disapproval of the matter.
Anyway two people who wish to live together, should have the right to do so – and going by the divorce rates today - maybe companionship of the same sex, IS a viable option. Like they say, only a woman can truly understand a woman - just as only a man can share another man's sense of humour!
So, maybe two people of the same sex can fulfill each other in all ways, besides the physical need.
Isn't time we opened our eyes to same sex marriage?
-jeremy chick
hey guys (and Keshi) .... wat u have to say to dat ?
PS; dis post faced probs..... has been edited..
hey guys,
wat do u tink....
im particularly interested in TANVI's views......
she forced me to a sex change... when i told her as Julia .... dat i loved her ......
dis wat our PM sardar tinks.. when interviewed by Barkha Duttt..i tink.... dat is an alias for jeremy chick...
Time For Same Sex Marriages?
"These kinds of marriage are not appreciated here (in India)" said Dr Manmohan Singh, reacting to a foreign correspondent's question on his views on same sex marriage. more
Jeremy chick (i luv her) : Why - may I ask? Do homosexuals not exist in India? Do they not have the right to lead 'normal' happy lives, and marry the person they choose to marry?
Is it not time we woke up to the reality, that homosexuals are as normal as you and I, and have every right to live with whom they choose. As long as there are two willing partners, above the legal age, willing to take the vows, who is 'society' to stamp its approval or disapproval of the matter.
Anyway two people who wish to live together, should have the right to do so – and going by the divorce rates today - maybe companionship of the same sex, IS a viable option. Like they say, only a woman can truly understand a woman - just as only a man can share another man's sense of humour!
So, maybe two people of the same sex can fulfill each other in all ways, besides the physical need.
Isn't time we opened our eyes to same sex marriage?
-jeremy chick
hey guys (and Keshi) .... wat u have to say to dat ?
PS; dis post faced probs..... has been edited..
dis is fuuny ... i tink
dis is funny ... i tink
jokes apart.. dis is funny
was on my way to GOA... saw a funny sceme on video ....
MD, Amrish Puri (65) introduces his new bride to office party (24) ..
she is ravishing .... diffy is floored... makes some joke abt rich old men and ravishing beauties ....they marry...
laffter overhead by Amrish ...
hey guys tell me wats funny...i need a laff too...
diffy is flustered ...when he finds his tongue ...says... we were just talking abt how young and energetic u look... and ........
and....says Amrish.....dont see no joke yet... do u tink i m old...?
No Sir, says diffy .....
ur only 35 years
away from reaching 100 ...
i was pissed drunk in the bus ... i laffed real loud..... and startled the driver...who lost control... and almost knocked into a pedestrian ..(it was CYNO... day dreaming of Julia) ........
i imagined dat is wat guys wud say of me ... if i married dat Jeremy chick ...
jokes apart.. dis is funny
was on my way to GOA... saw a funny sceme on video ....
MD, Amrish Puri (65) introduces his new bride to office party (24) ..
she is ravishing .... diffy is floored... makes some joke abt rich old men and ravishing beauties ....they marry...
laffter overhead by Amrish ...
hey guys tell me wats funny...i need a laff too...
diffy is flustered ...when he finds his tongue ...says... we were just talking abt how young and energetic u look... and ........
and....says Amrish.....dont see no joke yet... do u tink i m old...?
No Sir, says diffy .....
ur only 35 years
away from reaching 100 ...
i was pissed drunk in the bus ... i laffed real loud..... and startled the driver...who lost control... and almost knocked into a pedestrian ..(it was CYNO... day dreaming of Julia) ........
i imagined dat is wat guys wud say of me ... if i married dat Jeremy chick ...
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
i have a dream .....
I HAVE A DREAM DAT 1DAY …
…we will build a community of love …… each one of us wud work for love ….
The $ currency wud be substituted with love currency ….when we work for a client ….it wud be a labor of love … and we wud be paid by love …. Love cannot be quantified…….i wud not charge u for the service rendered …… I wud come back to you ….. when I need your help .. I wud not ask for more than I need for the moment … dat wud be agreed ..
(the product / service generated wud be World class …. bcoz it has been crafted by love)
In dis community of love …there wud be:
No jealousy … no envy ……. Bcoz all dat u own u wud lovingly share with me …
No one in this community wud starve … bcoz if I don’t have food on my table today …… I wud walk into your home …. And u wud gimme dinner …
No dowry ….
No unhappy widows …..
No neglected aged folks …… if you are in the US of A and your parents are here
…. They wud be a part of my family too …..
No one wud be unloved …. If I have a prob dat is worrying me … I wud not hesitate to knock on your door …
U might say dat I m a dreamer ….
But I m not the only1 …… John Lennon had dis dream ……along with Martin Luther King …….and Mahatma Gandhi …..when he proclaimed dat ….. u do not own your possessions …. Ur just a trustee …
Dis community of love has been in existence 4 a very long time in India …. It is the joint family system ….where after marriage your children still live under the same roof …..the earnings of the family are pooled together ….and the material and emotional needs are provided by the head of the family … but under the western influence … it is breaking up …into nuclear families …. So now we purchase more cars, TV’s, fridges, AC’s …. We now have more material things …. But less and less of Love … more stressful living … and more suicides …..
Nafissa wud not have hanged herself ….if she lived in dis community of love ….
Let us go back to our roots ….. and discard the western life style …and once again build a community of love ….. in the tradition of the joint family system ….. and one day …… this community wud encompass the whole world …….
AMEN
…we will build a community of love …… each one of us wud work for love ….
The $ currency wud be substituted with love currency ….when we work for a client ….it wud be a labor of love … and we wud be paid by love …. Love cannot be quantified…….i wud not charge u for the service rendered …… I wud come back to you ….. when I need your help .. I wud not ask for more than I need for the moment … dat wud be agreed ..
(the product / service generated wud be World class …. bcoz it has been crafted by love)
In dis community of love …there wud be:
No jealousy … no envy ……. Bcoz all dat u own u wud lovingly share with me …
No one in this community wud starve … bcoz if I don’t have food on my table today …… I wud walk into your home …. And u wud gimme dinner …
No dowry ….
No unhappy widows …..
No neglected aged folks …… if you are in the US of A and your parents are here
…. They wud be a part of my family too …..
No one wud be unloved …. If I have a prob dat is worrying me … I wud not hesitate to knock on your door …
U might say dat I m a dreamer ….
But I m not the only1 …… John Lennon had dis dream ……along with Martin Luther King …….and Mahatma Gandhi …..when he proclaimed dat ….. u do not own your possessions …. Ur just a trustee …
Dis community of love has been in existence 4 a very long time in India …. It is the joint family system ….where after marriage your children still live under the same roof …..the earnings of the family are pooled together ….and the material and emotional needs are provided by the head of the family … but under the western influence … it is breaking up …into nuclear families …. So now we purchase more cars, TV’s, fridges, AC’s …. We now have more material things …. But less and less of Love … more stressful living … and more suicides …..
Nafissa wud not have hanged herself ….if she lived in dis community of love ….
Let us go back to our roots ….. and discard the western life style …and once again build a community of love ….. in the tradition of the joint family system ….. and one day …… this community wud encompass the whole world …….
AMEN
Monday, January 17, 2005
Viva forever...: The Good, the Bad and the Cranium-Deprived....
Viva forever...: The Good, the Bad and the Cranium-Deprived....
hey kesh
wish i had read dis intro earlier.....
i blasted quite a few of yr best friends
my apologies
yr friends are my friends
u got good taste
and u taste good too
hey kesh
wish i had read dis intro earlier.....
i blasted quite a few of yr best friends
my apologies
yr friends are my friends
u got good taste
and u taste good too
agony aunt
agony aunt
Somehow I don’t think the best way to sell skin care products is by going around telling people that they have black marks on their faces…talk about going on the offensive, aggressive marketing strategy maybe?
dat was just a sample of http://notesinmypocket.blogspot.com
Do visit her Keshi ....... i like her almost as much as i love u
she goes by the name 'agony aunt'
Somehow I don’t think the best way to sell skin care products is by going around telling people that they have black marks on their faces…talk about going on the offensive, aggressive marketing strategy maybe?
dat was just a sample of http://notesinmypocket.blogspot.com
Do visit her Keshi ....... i like her almost as much as i love u
she goes by the name 'agony aunt'
Me
Me
i may not be good lookin, and
i am not rich, but
i got somethin the world cant give,
and the world cant take away ...
I GOT WISDOM !
she is cute and she is sexy and she turns me on
and
I GOT FRIENDS !
i got keshi and i got jan, and
TANVI and NEHA and a lot more ..
dont be ridiculous ! these aint friends
wid friends like these
who needs enemies !
i may not be good lookin, and
i am not rich, but
i got somethin the world cant give,
and the world cant take away ...
I GOT WISDOM !
she is cute and she is sexy and she turns me on
and
I GOT FRIENDS !
i got keshi and i got jan, and
TANVI and NEHA and a lot more ..
dont be ridiculous ! these aint friends
wid friends like these
who needs enemies !
Sunday, January 16, 2005
UR WARNED ...
BE WARNED
all u guys.. who visited my blogg ...
i been keeping a close watch on u guys ..
if any of u guys..... add a post ... or delete something ...
i m the first one to no .......
got all u guys on google alert ....
all u guys.. who visited my blogg ...
i been keeping a close watch on u guys ..
if any of u guys..... add a post ... or delete something ...
i m the first one to no .......
got all u guys on google alert ....
Saturday, January 15, 2005
a MIDDLE CLASS marriage
ours was a marriage of convenience.....
i was around when maria was ordered out of her father's house..
told her... i m retired..u eat a lot..cant feed u no more ...
i was not earning much ... all dat i earned..
i blew up on booze..and parties.. and paid sex..
yeah...no girl wud love me..
dont blame them ....i hated the guy .. i saw in the mirror..
skinny as skinny can be ........
rest of my gang were hunks...
was nearing 30 ...
and dat was when..i found maria....
rather she found me..
found out ...i had a lovely house... near the beach...
and dat i was dumb...
and wont ask for dowry ...
we married...
more later .... gotta go... i gotta chop oninons..
cant u hear her yelling ? ......
i was around when maria was ordered out of her father's house..
told her... i m retired..u eat a lot..cant feed u no more ...
i was not earning much ... all dat i earned..
i blew up on booze..and parties.. and paid sex..
yeah...no girl wud love me..
dont blame them ....i hated the guy .. i saw in the mirror..
skinny as skinny can be ........
rest of my gang were hunks...
was nearing 30 ...
and dat was when..i found maria....
rather she found me..
found out ...i had a lovely house... near the beach...
and dat i was dumb...
and wont ask for dowry ...
we married...
more later .... gotta go... i gotta chop oninons..
cant u hear her yelling ? ......
NEHA and TANVI
NEHA and TANVI
i once met a girl...
NEHA was her name.......
said she detests me.....
but that didnt put me off...
she is a liar ...
ditto for TANVI ....
i once met a girl...
NEHA was her name.......
said she detests me.....
but that didnt put me off...
she is a liar ...
ditto for TANVI ....
the types of guys .. uc at IT chat
the good ..the bad...and the ugly at IT
let me tell u abt the good guys first....
deev is a real romantic .... the last one ino died in 1876 ......
deev ...when he like agirl..wud just stare dreamily at her ...
just looking into her eyes...widout diverting his eyes to her boobs ...
Elvis is my all time favorite ...
he wud go ..... HAR !...HAR ! .... HAR ! ... at all me jokes (PJ's) very convincingly ....
until i cot on ... when i heard him go HAR !....HAR ...HAR ! .... for dat mangy's sic jokes too ....
we dont see him nowadays ...says he got wise too.... he didnt want to court girls on his screen ...all his life...
so he haunts the singles bars these days ....
more later ..... break ke baad ......
let me tell u abt the good guys first....
deev is a real romantic .... the last one ino died in 1876 ......
deev ...when he like agirl..wud just stare dreamily at her ...
just looking into her eyes...widout diverting his eyes to her boobs ...
Elvis is my all time favorite ...
he wud go ..... HAR !...HAR ! .... HAR ! ... at all me jokes (PJ's) very convincingly ....
until i cot on ... when i heard him go HAR !....HAR ...HAR ! .... for dat mangy's sic jokes too ....
we dont see him nowadays ...says he got wise too.... he didnt want to court girls on his screen ...all his life...
so he haunts the singles bars these days ....
more later ..... break ke baad ......
my chat friends at IT
bugger
i am riting dis .... for my chat friends (and enemies) at IT...
i been having a lotta fun at IT....
destroying romances dat mite have been ......
bugging a guy ..till he resorts to his native lang ...and exposes himself to the girl... he is courting ...
its a crying shame dat guys who log on ... are the scum of the earth ...
noing dis ..i logged on as a sexy chic ... and made eyes at the hunks ...
got them drooling for me ...
then when they were fully erect .. i just chopped .....
hehehehe .....
but the babes who log on are real sweet ...but naive ...like dat mangy girl ..
more later ... i need a sip of brandy ... got a bad cold ...
i am riting dis .... for my chat friends (and enemies) at IT...
i been having a lotta fun at IT....
destroying romances dat mite have been ......
bugging a guy ..till he resorts to his native lang ...and exposes himself to the girl... he is courting ...
its a crying shame dat guys who log on ... are the scum of the earth ...
noing dis ..i logged on as a sexy chic ... and made eyes at the hunks ...
got them drooling for me ...
then when they were fully erect .. i just chopped .....
hehehehe .....
but the babes who log on are real sweet ...but naive ...like dat mangy girl ..
more later ... i need a sip of brandy ... got a bad cold ...
Friday, January 14, 2005
why i love woomen
imnutsincaps: i hate men
u need an explanation... ?
men are creeps... men are PIGS.....
all they see in themselves is deek ...
all they see in woomen are boobs..and puccy ....
OK..these are important..wudnt want to chase a wooman who dont have these....
but i get turned ON by their minds ...
woomen are beautiful.....
they tolerate me ....
they for give me .. when i say sorry...
must have used dat word.. a million times...
but it works all the time ..
woomen once they like u...
they continue to like u ...
yr hair greys.... yr beer belly shows...
but these lovely creatures continue loving u ...
yes, GOD made the EVE's beautiful...
He also made them dumb....
u need an explanation... ?
men are creeps... men are PIGS.....
all they see in themselves is deek ...
all they see in woomen are boobs..and puccy ....
OK..these are important..wudnt want to chase a wooman who dont have these....
but i get turned ON by their minds ...
woomen are beautiful.....
they tolerate me ....
they for give me .. when i say sorry...
must have used dat word.. a million times...
but it works all the time ..
woomen once they like u...
they continue to like u ...
yr hair greys.... yr beer belly shows...
but these lovely creatures continue loving u ...
yes, GOD made the EVE's beautiful...
He also made them dumb....
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
about me ..if anybody wants to no .
i changed me mind
not gonna bugg my middle class buggers... have enuff enemies already ....
my daughter calls me grandpapa ...even b4 she has kids of her own ..
and me wife calls me .... a dirty old man ... for flirting wid school girls.....
and an aussie girl thinks im cute.... when i try to look sexy...
and i went and called all of her friends ... some nasty names...
in a fit of jealousy ....
dont think im gonna live long ..
wid all the hate mail i get ...
not gonna bugg my middle class buggers... have enuff enemies already ....
my daughter calls me grandpapa ...even b4 she has kids of her own ..
and me wife calls me .... a dirty old man ... for flirting wid school girls.....
and an aussie girl thinks im cute.... when i try to look sexy...
and i went and called all of her friends ... some nasty names...
in a fit of jealousy ....
dont think im gonna live long ..
wid all the hate mail i get ...
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Viva forever...
Viva forever...
hey tehre is a flaw on dis blogg..
im sabya nd psting for keshi.....]
somebody goofed up...KESHI..
saby
hey tehre is a flaw on dis blogg..
im sabya nd psting for keshi.....]
somebody goofed up...KESHI..
saby
Thursday, January 06, 2005
my middle class wife..
middle class ..dat sounds like the ambigious gender
like most married guys.....i have a wife too ...... (No, i m not muslim)
and i love her, and
she loves me too ..., but
when, i throw out my half smoked ciggie...
she yells ! .....
yu wasting money ! ! !
like most married guys.....i have a wife too ...... (No, i m not muslim)
and i love her, and
she loves me too ..., but
when, i throw out my half smoked ciggie...
she yells ! .....
yu wasting money ! ! !
the midle class..(CLASS ??)
the middle class
i prayed to God.....
Dear God,
make me rich....or make me poor, but
never, never middle class
wid God by my side, i kicked up my 9 to 5 job
and plunged into business...
God didnt let me down,
i became poorer...
and dat is an understatement..
had to sell me house to pay back my debts..
had to sell me wedding ring....
to eat......
but dis story...has a happy ending...i hope...
come back tomorrow..for
the next episode..
i prayed to God.....
Dear God,
make me rich....or make me poor, but
never, never middle class
wid God by my side, i kicked up my 9 to 5 job
and plunged into business...
God didnt let me down,
i became poorer...
and dat is an understatement..
had to sell me house to pay back my debts..
had to sell me wedding ring....
to eat......
but dis story...has a happy ending...i hope...
come back tomorrow..for
the next episode..
the MIDDLE CLASS
imnutsincaps
THE MIDDLE CLASS.......
I tot and ..tot..and........ tot a gr8 deal on the subject............ and ..
,..i came to a very profound conclusion....
The middle class suxs !
THE MIDDLE CLASS.......
I tot and ..tot..and........ tot a gr8 deal on the subject............ and ..
,..i came to a very profound conclusion....
The middle class suxs !
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
disclaimer ?
imnutsincaps
OK...b4 i proceed...i want to make a disclaimer..or shud i say claimer.....all dat i rite is not fiction...but experience... so any similiarity wid any person..place..or ting..is purely intentional....
but pleez dont sue me... hit back in yr comments.....
OK...b4 i proceed...i want to make a disclaimer..or shud i say claimer.....all dat i rite is not fiction...but experience... so any similiarity wid any person..place..or ting..is purely intentional....
but pleez dont sue me... hit back in yr comments.....
middle class... a definition..
imnutsincaps
today...my daughter got me interested in riting my tots... so here goes...
THE MIDDLE CLASS.....
dont get me rong..it is not your annual income...which decides the class u belong to.... it is the state of mind.....
lemme check wat i rote,...b4 i continue...
today...my daughter got me interested in riting my tots... so here goes...
THE MIDDLE CLASS.....
dont get me rong..it is not your annual income...which decides the class u belong to.... it is the state of mind.....
lemme check wat i rote,...b4 i continue...
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