Then my laptop is conked and is really slow in responding and then the version of MS Word that I have does not open as it is supposed to open. With a thousand unnecessary messages popping up now and then.
Earlier in the day I lost my 250 GB portable hard disk in an internet café. I am pissed off with the thought that the person would have unhesitantly formatted the data I had saved for almost two years now. I just wish that I get my data back. L My friends say that its good that I get pissed off because they feel I am too careless and what pisses me off more is that they are true!
Imagine this write-up to be my recoup into blogging after a gap of a year and a half. I first started writing in October 2006 and a month later I posted another write-up for my blog and since then have been hibernating away from regular blogging.
Before I begin to wander into something else; la la la...
Before you begin to ponder about something else; la la la.....
Let me also shamelessly tell you that today while on my way back home, the petrol in the Scooty Pep (which I have borrowed from my cousin) had guzzled down all the petrol (Ashwin had filled petrol for thirty rupees in the morning) into its insatiable carburetor and puffed it away into smoke as carelessly as I exhale the smoke of Wills Flake! (I wonder, if my death will show any change in the Profit and Loss account of their company)
Now coming back into the main story, I was telling you how my Scooty I mean my borrowed scooty ran out of petrol and how I had to call my Dad up to ask him to bring me some money so that I could fill petrol in the Scooty. And you know what? (The damn luck of mine! God! Cant believe it!) The petrol got over right in front of the petrol bunk! Can you believe it? No, I am not at all exaggerating. Off all the places, if your vehicle gets dry in front of the petrol bunk how would you feel? That too when you don’t have even a single rupee and only one god damn cigarette left in the pocket. It happens mate, it happens at least with me it happens. When there is money in my pocket the petrol gets dry miles away from the petrol bunk and by the time I reach the bunk I would have turned into an apple that has been kept in the basket uneaten for about three months. (Ever seen an apple like that? You got to see it :-P)
Well then dad came and gave me money for the petrol while Ashwin was still with me there. Thank god, at least he did not desert me like my luck. Now after one hour I am here typing this blog which would have successfully blocked your mind by now. LOL.
Yeah we (me, Vinay, Hari and Vishwas) just came up with an idea to start a collective blog and Vinay named it as GUJURI. Will keep u guys posted about it.
Moral of the story: isla’s vehicle gets dry when he does not have money .
Corollary of the Moral of the story: isla’s vehicle gets dry even if he has the money!
Cheers,
Wait for my next blog…..
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2 comments:
Good one.
The photo is too good, so is the article. Increase the font size, bit strain on the eyes and please remove that word verification from comments section.
Looking forward to more such articles.
ah, uh, speechless, as usual u r incredible:) keep it up buddy:)
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