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I am gonna write one of my craziest post I ever wrote. Out of all of you who try reading this, few will be able to comprehend, few will not be able to while rest will pretend to have understood it.

Anyways this is about a dead body lying around Mumbai local tracks ,from whose pockets there was one cellphone recovered. There were no contacts in that cell ..only one sent message and one received message.

The received message was "its lyrics"
The sent message was " what do u prefer in a song- its music or its lyrics?"

The reason for his death was obviously some paranormal activity...


Regards,
Vikas Chandra

PS: In mumbai either u choose 2 b crazy or it makes u one.
PPS: If you read this, please comment.

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Testimonials!!

Well wen I left college, the last hue and cry raised was abt testimonials..a section where we praise each other lavishly..wat was meant to be a true testimony of the time spent together turns out to b a collection of false praises..

Today wen I was quite down with the heat and a bit of nostalgia, I went thru them and was quite happy...people have written with such an effort and wow they played with the words so nicely..u really feel good after that.

Well while few of those lies really lifted my morale but some of those ended tickling me to the fullest..

Now I mention some of the hilarious parts ....

1. Vikas and me are brothers from different mothers. He is a real dude. He........( praise kar raha hai yeah gaali de raha hai)

2. Dude, u are an iconoclastic guy. You can drink loads of beers and talk endlessly. I will ......(i cant see any relationship here-iconoclastic and load of beers)

3. Wen other VCs stood for Victoria Cross, Vice Chancellor, Venture Capitalist, this guy meant something different....(wow this VC was Vikas Chandra)

4. When I think of this guy, he reminds me of Forrest Gump...(Forrest Gump???)

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PS: Few of u guys who wrote it might end up reading this.So please don't have that double thought that u did a blunder by writing my testimonial on zamorin.

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In a bored state of mind

Pardon this post as its being written in a bored state of mind..

1. I took my cycle and crossed the river to come to a cyber cafe to write this post which i dunno will even be submitted or not.

2. Now I know the filmy side of me comes from my mom...wen i returned home after my MBA , my mom did an aarti (waali nautanki)...I asked "MOM WHY ALL THIS?".. my mom said " beta Jaya Bacchan did that to shahrukh in Kabhi-khushi-kabhi-gam after he returned home completing his MBA!!"

3. One of my frens found a girl on Orkut,saw her on a webcam, chatted to her for hours, talked to her on phone...later their kundalis matched and marriage fixed(I was invited too)..but the guy saw her first tym on the mandap(place of marriage) and then he whispered in my ears-" dude she is not the same webcam one" !!!!

4. One of the places where Indians are treated as heroes or superiors is Bhutan..I realized it wen I was in Thimpu's disco wen many girls wud come to our face( we were four of us) and start giggling and trying to initiate conversation..Finally one of us four was able to score!!Well me??
I am not interested!!!

5. Lastly wat is the full form of KKR?? They say KKR won...I am still not able to get wats that!!!
Shit before I cud get wat KKR was they say dada scored...now who is this dada??


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Sabbatical

'Swan Song'- He begs to differ. But yeah he agrees to the word 'sabbatical'. Sabbatical from the blogging world and he refuses to budge to all those sentimental and emotional run he had blogging on the link which meant contrary to wat he wrote.

He believes he is going to bombay. He will fall down the local train and people will trample all over him and hence he will end up writing even crazier blogs. He believes in a city where no one cares about anyone he will enjoy being in the 'womb of anonymity'.

The new life was there for him! With its multitude promises and scares in equal measures, he wondered what lied ahead.

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So I guess I'll remain the same.
Gud Luck.
I am done.

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He and her

He had few but intimate friends
She had many friends, many!
He was modest
But she she was her own favourite.
The two , guy and the girl reacted towards each other.

One day he was fed up of her and her so many friends.
she did not have tym for him but only the praises showered on her.

She also could not help
she was used to so many praises
by so many people around her.
She was happy to be in her owns pradise
however fools it may accommodate.

He got bored because he had nothing to do
She was all the same because for her life was the same
Nothing changed
She was the queen bee
but He was a loner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Who will save Balbir Pasha?

Balbir Pasha the protagonist of our story was a perfect loner. He claimed to be a victim of this system. A system where he was forced to do wat the crowd wanted him to. He cribbed about being a rat in the rat-race.

Now what our Balbir Pasha does all the times is spectate, criticise and regret.Now some of the quotes direct from Balbir Pasha are:
How much so ever Barney Stenson says, I hate to wear suits.
If you are not the master of your destiny or the captain of your own soul, try alcohol.Its better late than never.
Grass on other side is marijuana
Hope is the most fooling word u guys heard of
Now u chase the money, later money will chase you but never you and the money will be together.


Blabir Pasha is now going thru a grind..Obviously for wat he shud have been than wat he is..

***The reader is free to interpret this classic piece of writing to watever (s)he wishes.

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Angel

It had been just two days after I had lost to her in the quiz competition that we met again. I was in my favorite cafe reading the book "My name is Red".Not able to decipher wat writer(translator) wanted to convey, I looked up and I saw her with her two friends smiling. With the loss in my mind that smile seemed to be a smirk targetted on the vanquished- me.

I left the cafe paying my bills hiding glances at her. When out of the cafe, I felt a tug on my shoulder and the same girl was standing. I thought she was there to torment me but still asked her the reason for stalking me. She gave me my book(my name is red) which I had left in the cafe .And before I could thank her. She went away. There was note inside-"You were better(in the quiz) but I was lucky".

Today when I came to know about her from our common friend, she said the girl had died of a road accident.This post is dedicated to her.

Moral of the story: If u don't believe in angels, start believing!

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2010

1.My resume is a disaster. I have not done much in life except making it to IIMs.Trust me that even seems hollow here.It has left me in such huge debts.

2. I write and u read. Some of you say its kick ass stuff. Some of you get pissed off because u expect something here.haha

3. I am crazy and I am random. I do watever I wish .No ambitions.But many a times I feel I have no control over myself. I am driven by a force. Might be peer-pressure, social pressure.

4.The best compliment I ever got was that " This guy(me) will surely do something marvelous in his lyf" Quite an optimistic comment.

5. anyways I will stop cribbing. Happy new year . 2009 aggrevated my confusion and 2010 is expected to ease it a bit.

Take care.

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Its only for those who understand

She wrote with panache. All that anger in her, she penned it down with grace. The queen of satire. People read her ,loved her, and above all agreed to her.
But then all this came with some criticism. Anyways, that was a part of her work.

One day she met a guy. A guy who was unaware of the world. Always jovial. Carefree.
For her, it was love at first sight.
For him, he didnot care.

She approached him, but again he took her casually. She tried a lot to impress him. But then he didnot budge. Some people are not made for that love thingy,u know.

Her heart broke. She was angry and she wrote more about it. That was known as her best work. Uncriticised work.

Moral of the story: If someone broke your heart, write about it, It definitely helps!!!

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