Bengaluru is flooded. So is my mind. I told you yesterday that I am lonely, with you, now that you're far away, clocking your 9 to 7 with more and more work. It's the worst kind of loneliness. At 11 in the night, when I munch on the routine naan and chicken curry, I crave to talk to someone. Talk about things that are not routine. That are not product, growth, revenue. Talk about books, history, politics, instead. Talk about music, art, language. I need people, new interesting people around me. People who are brimming with ideas. People I knew in Delhi. Writers, journalists, scholars. Folks with ample time on hand to discourse and discuss. Folks I could tune into when bored and tune out of when weary of their encyclopedic rant. I crave for that armchairish banter. The intellectual masturbation. Something interesting to gulp in a bottle cap, but never the full bottle.
Unfortunately, my Bengaluru network is too narrow, teeming with the regular IT and start-up folks. You asked if I wanted a girlfriend. I said, no, I need someone to have dinner with. To wade through the flooding water, under one umbrella, holding shoulders instead of hands.-
Wo kahte hai hum Bachho (boy/girl) me frk nahi krte....
Wo kahte hai hum Bachho me frk nahi krte....
Phir kyu..?
Unki phli khwahish Teri baad me Meri hoti hai .
Phir kyu..?
Tere janam me Jalsa aur Mere janam me Udaasi hoti hai.
Phir kyu..?
Har baar Tu Sahi aur Mai Galat hoti hu.
Kyu ....................... ?
#Frk ko sirf Baato se nahi Soch se khtm krna padta hai #-
It is quite better
to be the benevolent
student rather than
becoming a topper......
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ЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВ
Two minutes of silence for those who FOLLOWS you FIRST and when you follow them back for courtesy sake. They UNFOLLOW you SILENTLYтАЛ to widen the gap between number of FOLLOWING & FOLLOWERS on
YOUR QUOTE.
To pretend like a CELEBRITY writer among NOVICE like us!!!
ЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВЁЯШВ-
рд╣рдо рдкрд░рджреЗрд╕реА рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реБрдП рдпреЗ рд╢рд╣рд░ рд╣реА рдЖрдкрдХрд╛ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ред
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рд╕реБрдкреНрд░рднрд╛рдд
рд╣реЗ рдкреНрд░рднреБ ! рдЖрдирдВрдж рджрд╛рддрд╛, рдХрд░ рджреЛ рдЬрдЧрдд рдХрд╛ рдЙрдереНрдерд╛рди рддреБрдо,
рдорд┐рдЯ рдЬрд╛рдпреЗ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдорди рдХрд╛ рдЕрдВрдзреЗрд░рд╛ рдРрд╕рд╛ рджреЛ рдмреИрднрд╡ рдФрд░ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рддреБрдоред-
Artist doesn't die a natural death ,
Instead society, family kills the artist before he is born...!-
рджрд┐рд▓ tut gya to tut gya !
Abhi bahut kuch baki hai....
Kal tak jiye the tere liye !
abhi khud k liye jeena baki hai ....
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рдореИрдВ рдХрд╛рдордЪреЛрд░реА рдХреА рдЖрджреА рдмрд┐рд▓реНрдХреБрд▓ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реВрдВред рдордЧрд░ рдЪрд╛рдкрд▓реВрд╕реЛрдВ рдХреА рддрд░рдХреНрдХреА рджреЗрдЦрдХрд░, рдХрд╛рдордЪреЛрд░реА рдХрд╛ рдорди рдЬрд░реВрд░ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рд╣реИред-
рд╡реЛ рдЬреЛ рдПрдХ рдмреВрдВрдж рдЧрд┐рд░реА рдереА, рдЖрдВрд╕реВ рдХреА, рдореЗрд░реА рдЖрдВрдЦреЛрдВ рд╕реЗ,рд╡реЛ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдлрд╝ рдЖрдВрд╕реВ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдерд╛,рд╡реЛ рддреЛ рдЭрд▓рдХрддрд╛-рдЕрдирдХрд╣рд╛ рджрд░реНрдж рдерд╛, рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЙрд╕ рд╕рдорд░реНрдкрдг рдХрд╛, рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рдмрджрд▓реЗ рдореБрдЭреЗ рд░реБрд╕рд╡рд╛рдИ рдФрд░ рдмреЗрд░реБрдЦреА рд╣реА рдорд┐рд▓реА рдереАредрдЙрд╕ рдЖрдВрд╕реВ рдХреА рдмреВрдВрдж рдореЗрдВ рдореЗрд░реА рдЕрдирдЧрд┐рдирдд рдЕрдзреВрд░реА рдЦреНрд╡рд╛рд╣рд┐рд╢реЗрдВ рдорд┐рд╢реНрд░рд┐рдд рдереА, рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рддреБрдордиреЗ рдХрдЪрд░рд╛-рднрд░ рд╕рдордЭрд╛ рдерд╛ред-