PONDA's BIRTHDAY

PONDA’S BIRTHDAY.

tringggg… tringgggggg… tringggggg… tringgggggggggg….

The phone always rings when u are most busy and do not want to be disturbed.

I was driving down with my family to Ludhiana for a wedding.
Another phone call, I thought while I shuffled for the phone in my pocket. That makes it 4 in this short ride to Ludhiana.

Ponda calling…

“Hello?”, I said.
“Hello?, came the reply.
“Hello”, I said again.
“Hello”, ponda replied again.

I wonder why people say “hello” when they answer the phone. And have you ever noticed that the person on the other end always replies back with a “hello” exactly like yours?

“haanji 22g”, I said again, after the 4 hellos.
“haan veere, ki haal hai?”, replied Ponda.
“bas ji vadiya. Drive kar reha c, Ludhiana jaa reha haan, with family for a wedding”. I replied truthfully. “tu suna, ki haal?”
“bas yaar vadiya. Busy hain?”, said ponda.

No. Ofcourse I am not busy. Driving at 100 kmph and listening to phone calls is my hobby. IDIOT. I am busy. Tell me what u want.

“nai yaar, bilkul v nai. Das ki hoya”, I lied. OFCOURSE.
“bas yaar kuch nai”, ponda said indifferently.

Ok. 4 hellos and a friendly chit chat. 1 minute over. What now? Awkward SILENCE for roughly 5 seconds.

Beeeeeeeppppp. A skoda flew past me blaring its horn.

“Stop the car balli or put down the phone”. Dad said from the passenger seat.
I slowed down. Bol ponde. Kuch taan bol.

“fer”, I said deciding to take the conversation further.
“haan, mein tenu das si a k I am co to Ch rh.” Ponda replied.
“Kya???’, I replied.
Interference, bloody airtel signal.
I brought the handset closer to my mouth and pressed it deeper into my ear.
“veere. Mein tenu dasna siga that I am coming to CHANDIGARH” replied ponda.

Signal better. But the message was unexpected.

“kya??? Tu Chandigarh aa reha hain?” I said, stating the obvious once again.
“ya, I am coming to Chandigarh”, he said again.” Tu busy hain?.”
“haan yaar, menu awaaz v nai aa re. signal problem ho re hai. I’ll call u back when I reach Ludhiana.” I said.

“ok, changaaaa. Kar leen phone pakka.”, ponda spoke in that familiar tone which is his signature style. I will call it the “do-it-for-sure” tone, which always suggest that u better do what I am telling you or else…………….
“ok. Bbye.” I replied, making a mental note to call up Ponda and the other 3 people who had called me earlier during my drive.

Ponda, because of his tone, became No.1 phone call priority.


I resumed my journey. It was a great drive. Open roads, no traffic, the swift responding to my every move, purring like a cat along the way. The occasional DAD SLOGAN was a damper: “slow down.” .. “ watch that truck.” … “slow down to 80”….. “ u drive too rashly”… “watch the road”……..

WHEN WILL FATHER’S LEARN TO LET THEIR SONS DRIVE IN PEACE???

Mentally I was telling dad …..If cars were meant to be driven at 80 kmph then they WOULD HAVE MADE THE SPEEDOMETER TILL 80 only. i’m driving like this only so Eat your heart out OLD MAN. (If I would have said it loud, DARKNESS would have fallen and I would have got a CHOKESLAM or a TOMBSTONE). Hahaha… (“_)


LUDHIANA

We soon reached Ludhiana.

One of my cousins marriage. The usual song and dance.

Meeting distant relatives that u always meet only at marriages and nowhere else. Touching feet of elderly aunties, who while blessing you by smothering ur head between their breasts while asking mom or dad “eh tuhada munda hai???” (nai aunty ji. Mein amitabh bachan haan.. IDIOT FAT AUNTIES). Meeting elderly uncles whom ur farther suddenly proclaims that “these are your TAYA ji. Touch their feet”. The new TAYAs are meanwhile happily sipping on some cheap alcohol and are more interested in seeing where the waiter serving NON-VEG SNACKS has gone rather than meeting me. Meeting cousins, who u recognize only by face and don’t even know the name, while they try to act SOBER in front of u. u know. Just like any other normal Punjabi wedding.

The BARAAT was late. Ofcourse.

I had time to kill. No program starts without the baraat.



trainnnnggg… tringggggggg… tringggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg….

FUCK. I forgot about the phone calls.

Karan calling…. NICE. I answered.

“hey wassup buddy”, karan said in his USA fashion.

What is it with NRIs and phone calls??? ;)
“hey dude. How u doing??” I replied, trying to sound educated and intelligent. After all, I’m attending an international call.

“good yaar, tu bta. Kya haal hai tera? Kya kar rha hai?”, he said.
“I’m good, in Ludhiana. One of my cousins marriage, waiting for the baraat to come.” I said.
“O KKKKKKKKKK”, said karan. If he ever calls, u would have noticed the prolonged KKKKK in OK. I wonder y is that? Is it the “K” effect? (“_)

“aur bta. Kya haal hai tera.” He spoke again.
Wait. Didn’t he ask me that already? Before the conversation becomes awkward, I decided to ask some questions.

“how as ur new years with RAJJJJJJJJJ??”. I made sure the JJJJJJJJJJ was prolonged in RAJ… J
“amazing yaar. I had soooo much fun. Itna fun mene zindagi mein nai kiya. I stayed in a separate room at his place. We went to see his Brother-in-law’s house who is a multi-millionaire in USA. Daaru pee. Girls and all from his family. One girl got drunk and uskiii harketiennnnnnnnnn…. Fuck man.. wo gir rahi thee.. laughing uncontrollably. Kya gandddd paya us kudi ne… amazinggggggggg.” He spoke.
“niceeee… I likes….” I replied.

At least some of us know how to have fun. I was glad to hear he was doing good and really enjoying. (Although some parts of his story seemed a bit exaggerated, but what the hell) Karan was having fun. IN STYLE.

“good man, sounds like u really had a lot of fun”, I said. “howz ur job thingy going? Found something interesting yet or not?”
“ nai yaar. I am gonna come to india now and get a job. Balli mujhe apni company mein rakh lena at a high package. I will do work” he said jokingly.

Yes. Our conversations are always funny. (“_)

“hahaha. I laughed”, sure dude. “Anytime u want, u come down, and u will get a job. Vaise bhi. Now I am thinking to chuck up the job and start a venture of my own. Job sux. Business is good”.

We both are co-founders of the Bhoru Club. Our BHORUISM has no boundaries. (“_)

“ya sure man. Yeh he to karna hai”, he said.
I suddenly remembered PONDA.
“acha, by the way, PONDA aa rha hai Chandigarh aaj”, I told him.
“WOW. That’s good. Aaj uska BIRTHDAY bhi hai”. He replied.

Wooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.. wait a minute. PONDA’s Birthday is TODAY????? Is it SUNDAY already???? FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK……. IT IS SUNDAY….!!!!!!!!!!!!

How the days had passed…. The marriage had kept me busy and the SHOCK given by KAALU (for more info read KAALU:THE STORY in this BLOG) that I had lost track of time. I had totally forgotten bout PONDA’s birthday being TODAY.

“acha. Haan I know. I talked to him sometime back when he told me that he was coming. That time I was driving and the signal wasn;t clear so I couldn’t talk to him properly” I said in PANIC.
Karan must have sensed my panic coz he said, “chal theek hai. I have to go now. Will talk to u later. TC BUDDY LOVE U”
“love u too bro. tc. Bbye. Will talk later.” I said.
CLICK.



It took me 2 seconds to search for PONDA in my phone book. Another 4 seconds for the phone to connect and about 10 seconds for PONDA to answer.

“PONDAAAAAAAAAAAAA… veere……… HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYY JAAAAAANNNNNNN… kithe paunch gya???” I spoke in FULL enthusiasm.
“haan haan. Earlier u didn’t remember my birthday. Yaad aa gya hun??” replied ponda, Sleepily.

I was in full SALES TALK MODE and didn’t want to come down from it. I gathered up my courage.
“nai yaar. I remembered your birthday. But I could not hear u properly earlier and I was driving also. Sooo. Tu Chandigarh aaja. TOTAL FUN KARANGAY. KAALU will also come.” I said, and prayed for kaalu to be in chandigarh.
“I called up WHITY (Ponda calls Kaalu “WHITY”)”, replied Ponda. “but usne call nai chakki. Meri interview hai SCL vich. I have to meet the guy at his office in sector 9 in the evening before 9 o’clock. I just got the VOLVO from bus stand about 10 minutes back for Chandigarh. So I am already on the way. Interview de baad we will meet.”

“haan yaar sure. I am in Ludhiana right now. I will reach by 6 o’clock. I have some work in Chandigarh. but I will get free.” I said. I had to pick up my laptop as the windows had crashed (DAMN MICROSOFT), pick up clothes from dry cleaning, drop stuff somewhere…. blah blah blah.. normal stuff 24 years old guys have to do when they r staying at home.

“haan haan. Koi na. meri v interview hai. I will also be free by 8 only. We will meet then.” He said.
“ya dude. For sure. I will try n get free early and then we will meet and have fun.” I said. “u want me to call up kaalu and tell him ur coming?” I asked.
“nai nai. I will call. No worries” he answered.
The marriage palace became noisy all of a sudden and I saw people rushing to the door. The baraat had come, FINALLY.
“acha sun veere. The baraat has come. I will call u when I reach Chandigarh” I replied, hurriedly.

“ok. CALL KAR LEE PAKKA”. He said using the “DO-IT-OR-ELSE” tone.
“ok bye” I said in panic again.

MENTAL NOTE: CALL UP PONDA WHEN I REACH CHANDIGARH.

The baraat arrived. Lunch was served. We went to the gurudwara for the marriage. Got the pictures clicked with the bride and the groom. BLAH BLAH BLAH. Said our goodbyes and started for Chandigarh.


FORWARD to 8 o’clock. CHANDIGARH.

Tringgggg.. tringgg…. Tringggggggggg.. tringgggggggggg… PICK UP KAALUuuuuuu…
“haanji veere”, KAALU answered in total JASSI style.
“Where are u?? is ponda with u??? r u guys free from the interview?” I asked.
“haan yaar. Just got free. The interview was in BARISTA. Just stepped out of here. WHERE R U??”, he asked.
“I am free, near 35 only. Where are we planning the party???”, I said.
“yaar. Ponda has to go early to his taya ji’s place at about 9:30-10:00 and I also have to go back home early. Sooo. Tu bta kahaan jaana hai?”, kaalu asked.

WHERE TO GO??? The usual problem. We search for a lot of options to go to in Chandigarh but always end up going to the same places for drinks. KAIMBWALA or Himani’s. (“_)

“HIMANI CHALDE HAAN” I heard ponda telling KAALU. “mene jaldi v jaana hai ghar,” ponda spoke in half Punjabi and half hindi.
“fer himani he chalte hain” said kaalu.
“theek hai”, I sighed. “I will meet u outside Himani’s only. I am in 35, see u in a minute.” I said.

CLICK.

HIMANI. Not again, I had had a KAALU experience at HImani’s 2 days back and was still recovering from it. But given the time we had it seemed the only place we could go. And it was chosen by PONDA and it was his Birthday, so who was I to argue.

I saw kaalu and ponda waiting outside himani.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY VEEREEEEE” I spoke as I HUGGED Ponda.
“thank u veere. Thank u” he said hugging me back.
“How u doing KAALU”, I asked turning to KAALU.
“MAYE YOVE… KUTTE … KAMEENE… HARAAMJAADE… SAALE… MAARRRRRRRR DENA TENU….” Kaalu charged at me with his fists. “BLOG mein itnaaaaaaaaaaa sab kuch likhne ki kya zaroorat thee. Saale.. kameene. Mujhe raat raat ko logon k phone aa rahe hain about that blog. KUTTE KAMEENE, mera jeena haraam kar diya DEEPAK ne. HARAAMJAADE.. **BEEP BEEP*… *BEEP BEEP**”

I laughed.

“mene hune blog nai padiya” said ponda in his half Punjabi half hindi again. “mene NANDE da phone aaya dassan vaaste k WHITY has quit. Mene 3-4 din ton mail nai access kiti. Tane taan B_ND he maar lee kaalu di log te.” He laughed.

We all laughed.

“chalo lets go in” I suggested.




HIMANI REVISITED

We entered himani. it was JAMPACKED. But we found a table. (we always manage to find a table here)
Our waiter greeted us and handed us the menu as we took our seats.
“kya peena hai” I asked. “beer ya fer whisky?”
“dekh lo, jo v peena hai” replied kaalu and ponda.

Tringgggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggg.. tringggggggggggggggg..
Ponda’s phone rang before we could make the most important decision: “WHISKY OR BEER”

PONDA'S BOSS CALLING….

“mein hune aaya”, he said getting up from the seat and went out.
“boss at this time???” I asked kaalu..
“eddan he hai veer… vade bande…..” he replied.

Tringggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg…
Kaalu’s phone rang..
“who is it??”, I asked.

PREETI CALLING…

PREETI???? Why????????????????????????????????????? (“_)
Kaalu didn’t answer because….. errr….. errrrr… I’m trying to think of the excuse here… errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. GOT IT.

KAALU DIDN’T ANSWER BECAUSE THE MUSIC BECAME LOUD ALL OF A SUDDEN……….................... (“_)
Ok SORRY…

Actually. Kaalu was fed up of answering calls all day. And while we were entering himani kaalu told me k mene kissi ka phone nai uthana. Yes… that’s the actual reason.

“kya peena hai fir?” I asked kaalu indiffently.
“wait. Let ponda come. Then we will order.” He said.
Made sense to me.
we laughed about the blog posting a little more.


Tringgggggggg… tringgggggggggggg… tringggggggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggggg…
“who is it now?? Preeti again???” I asked.
“NAI NAI……………….MAYE YOVA hai ik”, he replied. “Saada NRI from NORWAY”

NANDA CALLING….

“haan vvvvvv.. ki haal hai tera” kaalu answered the phone.
“ vadiya veere. Siting at himani. celebrating PONDA’s Birthday. Nai nai. He is outside. Uske boss ka phone aaya hai. Tu das. Haan haan.. saale.. BLOG padh liya mene bhi… hahahahaha.. sai hai … le lo meriiiiii tum sab mil k… hahahaha..” , I heard kaalu’s side of the conversation.

"Aa gaye meri complaint tere ko preety se, that phone nai attend kar saka uska????????????? hahahahahaha… pretty nai chalo nanda sahi.” Hahahahahahaha…. he laughed again.

Kaalu and I HIGH FIVED.

Kaalu handed the phone to me.

“haaaaaaaaannnnnn vvvvvvvvvvvvvv”, nanda said in his usual “LAZY LINGERING” tone as if talking is a BIG PAIN. “kyaaaaaaaa kar rahe ho tusiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii???”
“bas nandeeeeeeee.. vadiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. tu sunaaaaaaaa.. kya kar reha hain???” I said.
“bassssssssssssssss.. maujaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn” said nanda.

Even if the world is falling the reply of BASSSSSSSSSSS MAUJAAAAAAAAAANNNN will never change. It will always be the same…………………………………

“ponda kithe hai”, he asked.
“usde boss da call aaya c”. I said.
“usde nai ………USDI BOSS da call”, nanda corrected me. “his boss is a female” he chuckled.
“achaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that’s y he went out.” I said. “ okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”
“aho…” he said.

PONDA walked back in again.

“keeda phone hai”, he asked.
“NANDA”, replied kaalu.
“fada ethey”, he said.
“haanji sir. Ki haal tuhada???” ponda spoke into the phone.

Meanwhile, our waiter came and asked for the order. I told him to come after 5 minutes. Me and kaalu decided on the snacks menu while ponda talked on the phone.
CLICK. Ponda handed the phone back to kaalu.

“kya peena hai”, I asked ponda.

20 minutes had passed and we had still not decided what to drink.
Ponda suggested whisky. So whisky was served. Alongwith CHILLY CHICKEN for me and ponda and PANEER TIKKA for kaalu BECAUSE KAALU IS A VEGETARIAN. :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P

“CHEERSSSSSSSSSS….. Happy Birthday PONDA” kaalu and I said in unison.
“thank u veere. Thank u”
We took a sip as we sat down.

Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…
Ponda’s phone again.
“hune aaya”, ponda walked off seriously.

Kaalu and me looked at each other. Who could it be? Is everything ok? Koi problem to nai? Then we thought. CHODO YAAR… DAARU pe dhyaan do… (“_)
Sip by sip waiting for ponda to come back, we finished our drink. Yes. It took ponda that long.
Finally ponda came in.
“daddy da phone c” he said.
We had not asked.
“ok” we said.
“finish ur drink yaar, then we will repeat the order” I said.

Ponda gulped down the drink.
We teased kaalu of his VEG snacks and had a bit of his paneer.
The repeat order arrived.

Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…
PONDA’s phone again… WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK…
“hune aaya”, ponda walked off again.
Kaalu looked at me. “saale de phone he nai mukde..”

The alcohol was starting to loose kaalu’s tongue already. his eyes were already shining and squinty.
I laughed.

We sipped our drink again. This time a bit slowly. India was playing south Africa or someone on tv. Some old match.. we watched some of that waiting for Ponda to return. We talked a lot. Our discussion ranging from the weather to HONDA recall of cars all over the world.

PONDA enters.

“taya ji da phone c”, he said.

We had not asked. AGAIN.
Now kaalu gave me a look and looked suspiciously and ponda. I joined him in the suspicion look.
Why was ponda telling us who was calling him. We hadn’t asked him. Why the sudden explanations after every phone call???

“sachi das. Kisda phone c”, kaalu qustioned ponda.
“yaar. Pita ji da phone c at first, fer taya ji da phone c”. he replied. “check my phone if u don’t believe me”.
“nai nai, we believe u. y were they calling?” kaalu asked.”everything ok??”

I was beginning to enjoy this.

“pita ji pooch rahe c kithe hain and taya ji was asking k mene dinner ghare khaana hai k nai.” Ponda replied.
“ok ok”, kaalu said apparently satisfied with the response.
“so how did the interview go??” I asked ponda.
“vadiya ho gya. Normal interview hunda hai jidan” he said. “MD ne lita c. apparently he was satisfied so its all down to the salary package now. If he offers a rise of 33% from my previous salary then I will join. And plus I will be coming back to Chandigarh so it will be good”.
Good, I thought. One step closer to home for ponda.

Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…
Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…

WHAT NOW. PONDA IS ON PHONE MODE TODAY.

Kaalu got up excitedly from his trance.
“kaun hai .. kaun hai hun.” He asked ponda moving towards him.
“MAMA JI”, ponda replied moving away from kaalu trying to hide the phone from him.
“mein hune aaya”. He left again.

“saala. Kameena. Phone attend karne aaya hai yaahan?” kaalu asked me. “bhen___d”.
We watched dravid score some runs. Then he got out. Like always.

Ponda entered as soon as we finished our second drink.

“order something do eat yaar. I am hungry.” He said.

We orders garlic chicken for ponda and me and FRECH FRIES for kaalu. FUCK U KAALU.

“tu phone dikha.” Kaalu said to ponda. “ pita ji and taya ji we can understand. But now mamaji??? Tu family function te aaya hain???”
“dekh dekh dekhhhhhhhhhhh..” ponda said taking out his phone and shoving it against kaalu’s face. “veere. U can check the names. Sachi vich phone aaya hai. I;m not lying.”.
“you could have saved someone;s number as DAD or taya ji or mama ji.. how do we know if the numbers are correct or not????” kaalu said, INTELLIGENTLY.. (“_)

I was really beginning to enjoy this now. 2 drinks down, kaalu questioning ponda. Ponda trying to justify his phone calls. It was goooooooooood.
Meanwhile our 3rd order of large drinks arrived.
Ponda gulped down his 2nd drink again.

Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…
Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…
Tringggggggggggggggg.. tringgggggggggggggg… tringgggggggggggg.. tringggggggggggg…

WHAT THE FUCK… BHEN___D.
PONDA AGAIN??????????

This time kaalu got up checked the phone. (Phantom aka kaalu moves faster than lightening: OLD JUNGLE SAYING) (“_) hahaha..

It was from DAD1.
Hmmm.. DAD seems ok but who is this DAD1 I wondered.
Ponda didn’t pick up the call. Instead he put it on silent.

Kaalu transformed into SHERLOCK HOLMES.
“tu bta kiss ka phone hai. DAD is fine, but who is this DAD1??? Bta.. dasssssssssss… saale.. kiss da number hai??? Btaaaa.. sachi das ponde………”
“dad has 3 numbers from which he calls. So all 3 r stored differently.” Ponda said.

I think I saw ponda sweating, hesitating while replying this time. I wondered was it for real or just the alcohol. NO. This time he was not picking up the call. And it was his DAD’s call, which ponda will pick up even when he is DEAD DRUNK. But here he had simply put the phone on silent and not answering it. FISHY… very FISHY. Something was up. And ponda was refusing to tell us the real deal.
I asked ponda about the phone call. “koi na. let it ring.” He said. Very very VERY FISHY.

We sat and finished our drinks while kaalu & I kept questioning ponda about the phone calls. Ponda stuck to his original story and refused to disclose any further details.


Suddenly ponda declared that he was getting late. kaalu said he had to go home too. It was already 10 o’clock. Ponda had to catch the bus back to delhi and kaalu had already got a phone call from his dad DEMANDING that he reach home THIS INSTANT. We paid the bill.

Kaalu dropped me off to my bike in his car. I picked up my bike and went home. Kaalu followed to drop ponda off to my place because he had to hurry back home and ponda was planning to catch the late night bus. I was to drop ponda to the bus stand.

Ponda came to my house. We did some “important work” while ponda questioned me about the kaalu:the story blog. He had not read it and had only got the feedback from nanda.
We got out of the house. Ponda purchased a bottle of RC to take along with to delhi. Alcohol is double rate in delhi as compared to Chandigarh. We went to ponda’s tayaji’s place after having some strong mouthfreshner. We sat with his cousin for about 15 minutes. Ponda discussed his interview with his cousin while I watched another END OF THE DAYS news by AAJ TAK. His taya ji was sleeping. Thankfully. Ponda picked up his bag from there. Went to kaalu’s house again coz ponda had left his jacket in kaalu;’s car. CARELESS PONDA. We Picked up the jacket and then we went to the bus stand to drop him off. He got the Volvo back to delhi.




12:15 A.M.
DRIVING BACK FROM BUS STAND AFTER LEAVING PONDA.

What a night. It was Ponda’s birthday. So good that he came to Chandigarh. He really enjoyed. What would he have done in GREATER NOIDA? It was good that I met him before leaving for Hyderabad. I hope he gets this job. This way he will move closer to home with a raise. We enjoyed our time at HIMANI yet again. Me, kaalu and ponda.

Wait a minute. ME KAALU & PONDA????????? Wasn’t it only ME AND KAALU???? Did PONDA actually sit with us? I mean half the time he was out of himani and me and kaalu were the only ones inside. And the PHONE CALLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…



Questions in my mind:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Was ponda telling the truth about the phone calls?

If not then Who were on those phone calls?

Was he really hesitating while answering the questions that kaalu had put forward when he got the DAD1 call?

(In one day, u get a call from dad .. its normal… from taya ji… its ok.. not normal but acceptable.. MAMA JI… BOSS… and then there was the call that he refused to pick up… DAD1??)

Who is this mysterious DAD1??

What role does this DAD1 play in ponda’s life?

What is ponda hiding that he refuses to disclose?


I reached home with these questions in my mind and 2 more important questions…………..

GEET KAHAAN HAI???????????????
&
NA HUM YAAAN KHOTE HAINNNNNNNNNN?????????????????


Hahahahahahahahahah… (“_)(_”)


To ponda: u came to Chandigarh for ur birthday. It was great fun. If me or kaalu weren’t able to get the phone information out of u, this blog sure will.


To all our member (especially founders and senior members): ASK PONDA TILL HE GIVES THE CORRECT ANSWERS .. and if he says that it was actually his family calling him.. TELL HIM BULLSHIT… WE DON’T BUY THE STORY. TELL US REALLY WHAT HAPPENED………………………………………………

CHEERS………………..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Its hard to make a decision in life... you make decisions thinking that the decision is the right decision for you at that time.. BUT IS IT??? the decision that you make will give you momentary happiness.. and then what.. One day, out of blues, you realize that .. "You life is not the way you thought it would be" ...

i firmly believe in the quote .."Nothing lasts forever".. especially INTEREST in something... 2 things people crib about the most.. JOBS AND RELATIONSHIPS.. they will seem to be interesting in the start but then they both suck... (hard to figure out which will suck more in future) ...

i like to do "Interesting things" .. might be any thing.... whether its "right or wrong" .. its "good or bad" .. its "risky or safe".. I DON'T CARE.. i enjoy them and get a thrill while doing them which has by far been sucked by the routines we follow in our daily lives... i ll go after or keep on doing interesting things even if they give me just a pinch of interest or satisfaction.. (jobs... got bored.. leave it .. join another one.. interesting for 1 year/less or more.. then shift........... girls... have relationship till time i feel happy and content..).. LIFE WILL GO ON...

Due to my fickle minded nature, I was never able to stick to a particular thing in life.. Hobbies, girls, or jobs... for me, it had always been- "what can be more interesting, or what can be different"... BUT the question is - Do i repent?? thats the question that comes into my mind a lot of times .... How would it have been if i would have done that ... if i would have taken that decision.. but does it affect me?? I don't think so.. and if anyone will sit alone and think about the same thing that i do sometimes.. i think he will get the same answer... "You are the way you are just because of the decisions you took in your life... and every time you take a decision.. it makes you smarter... even if you take a stupid decision and screw up in something... you will make sure that you wont repeat that again (some people still do...lolz)"

Anyways...

The main thing is that you enter into something at your own will.. (some people don't even get a choice) you think its interesting and you like it in the beginning... but later on .. as time passes by... the same dull and monotonous life creeps over you... you realize that the things won't be lined up in the same way for you as you would have expected... and to cope up with the circumstances.. you change yourself.... you COMPROMISE!!! at every step... every decision.... and you end up where you never would have thought you ever will...