Jab detha hain tho Chappar phaad ke detha hain

Feels good after long time here in a mood to write some shit…Those who have read my blogs before might have read stuff which i have wrote  about me flunking for some of my 3rd and 4th sem exams of Btech…I had also written about how tough it was for me to clear those papers and how i was not able to appear for any of the recruitment drives.

shit there’s something wrong with my language..its not neat now..wat happened…

So the thing is i was a guy with no idea wat to do after my Btech like a 2 months before.Since i was having no job offer or anything,i was planning to do MBA…i always wanted to do it….But having no job made me confirm my decison about the MBA.So i went and wrote MAT.I had zero preparation for MAT…never read or tried to study anything for the exam…but when the result came it was like 84.15 percentile..damn…then i applied for MBA in some colleges..Amrita School of Business…I attended their interview and 2 days later got the information from them that i am selected…i was also planning to attend some more interviews in a few B schools also.

A company called Spectrum technologies came and conducted a drive in my college and  i was able to attend it..2 days after the aptitude test they called me to their office and had an interview.They said that the results will be informed later.Then last month i had a test and interview with HCL..and god tussi great ho…I got job offers from both HCL and Spectrum.So before 2 months i didnt know what to do after Btech and now i have two job offers and an MBA selection from a very reputed college in the country.But in the same way i have lost something also.A very precious some one…dont wanna talk about it….

p.s:-God,jabb detha hain tho chappar phaad ke detha hain

Freestyle Stunting+Cops=Very Bad

I have mentioned in one of previous post that I am a member of Biker club called Team DFG.The team grew from a mere biker club to a fully fledged Freestyle Stunt Team.The team got amazing members who are really great friends obviously all of the very much talented than me.But none of them have any arrogance,always ready to help.

As part of my final year btech project i was staying in the city near to my stunt spot.And my bike’s clutch had some problems,and i was not able to do wheelies so i gave the bike to load the clutch and change the clutch plates.

I was sleeping in my rooom….its on the top floor of a three storeyed building.””””Rohhaa Rohaaaa”..someone is yelling my name from the road.

I woke up and  looked down through the window.There was this guy from our team who is not even 18 and had no license to ride with my bike.

he:”dude check it out ur bike is like a rocket now,can pop a wheelie           even in 3rd gear”

me:”wat!! a wheelie in 3rd gear????!!!!”

he:”yaaa come down check it out”

I went down and rode the bike..feels powerfull..but i didnt try to pop a wheelie coz it was a public road and never ever stunt on a public road.I kept my urge to try a wheelie for the next day coz anyway next day we had planned for a practice session.

Next Day

———–

By the time of practice most of my team members couldn’t come only me and the guy whom i talked to yesterday was there.But still we wanted to go out and practice.I was dying to do the wheelie which is a like a puzzle which i can never crack.

So went to the stunt spot,there was me and this team member of mine for stunting and one friend of mine and 3 of his for watching the session.Our stunt spot is a private property which surely is not owned by us.It has really good long roads.We reached there and started practicing.Now also for me the front wheel is not popping up.It’s lamost like how it was before…”SHIT…what the Shit”….”When the fuck will i ever be able to do a nice decent wheelie,damn”…i was but still trying….

I throttledd my bike up released the clutch suddenly and the front wheel lifted like 2-3 feet  only and when i landed the front wheel i saw a police vehicle some 15feet away to the right of me.The other guy also reached near me and i said “dude fuck cops cops”…

He:”what cops..where the fuck”

Me:”look to the right..damn man”

He:”Dude let’s get the hell out of here….”

Me:”No NO don’t bounce…wait let’s talk them out..don’t fucking run dude”

He:”man i don’t have a fucking license…they will really whack me i am going”

With that he flew way with his bike……..

I turned my bike slowly and went near the police vehicle and removed my helme,elbow and knee guards.

Inpector:”Call that freak who just ran or all of you are going to jail”

Me:”ohh oh  ok sir 1sec and i took my mobile to call him”

Right then one of his friend came to me and said “Dude he doesn’t have his cell with him..he gave it to me while he was stunting..here it is and took his mobile out”

“fucking great bloody fucking great the best fucking thing to say infront of a cop”

Inspec:”Gimmee that phone…tell him to come to the police station with the bike and get the phone back”…”you are you drunk”

Me:”no no sir”

inspec:”blow on my face”

me:”phooo phooo” blowing

inspec:”what are u retards doing here”

me:”sir..practice”

inspec:”wat practice”

me:”sir stunt practice”

Inspec:”phaaaaa if u fuckers fall down and die who will be responsible u freaks”

And the cops took one of his friend who was on a bike watching us stunting and had no license.

Great everything looked screwed now.

The guy who flew on his bike appeared from the other side of the road and came to us.He me,my friend and one other team member went to the police station with the bike on which he flew.

Me:”sir this is the guy who ran away seeing you”

Inspec to him:”take ur license”

He:”i don’t have one”

Inspec:”Wait inside the station”

He then went out in his jeep for patroling.

So the team guy and his friend was inside the police station.Me and my friend was standing in the porch of the station.The guys who were inside the station was sitting comfortably  on chairs and me and my friend was bloody standing in the porch.we all were waiting for the mighty inspector to return.The cops who were in the station was talking to the guys in there,they said its simple matter and when the Inspec comes remit the fine amount and we they will be free to go.

After one hour the inspector came and he was demanding that the parents of the guys should come or else he won’t let them go.The father of one of the guy is in Dubai and he got only his mother at home.

We were like talking kind of requesting that we will remit the fine and please let us go without informing the parents.After long time the inspec said.”Ok bring 2 guys who got valid licenses and bring the fine amount also” and he went out again.

Ok Ok now its time to do something..I called two of my friends up..called one of the main guy of the team up and asked all of them to come to the station and me and my friend went to the ATM and took money and was waiting at the station for the Inspec.

He came back after another 2 hours.

Inspec to me:”what do you guys will stand like this only or will be going home also”

me:”sir friends with license are coming with money”

Inspec:”friends no no..what if i want to see his father himself”

What the fuck man..just sometime back he said bring anyone with license.

Me:”sir u said anyone with money right”

Inspec:”no no i want see their parents themselves”

Ohh come on man don’t shit on our fucking face like this..

Then the Inspector himself called up the dad of the stunter guy.And by the time my friends also came.

Me and my friend was standing there from 4pm and now it was 9pm.The guys inside were wearing low-waist jeans.So kind of naturally their briefs were visible.The cops were kind of ragging them really.We could hear all of it while we were standing outside.Those guys were kids only 17years old and were school kids and the cops were talking to them as if they were some criminals.What a shame…What a bloody shame..

His dad also came…The cops were yelling at those kids in front of his dad.What might have that poor dad felt…It was written on the wall of the police staion

P–politness

O-Obedience

L–Loyalty

I-Intelligence

C-Courage

E–Efficiency

Fuck…I bloody shame on you….

Then the stunter guy came out and said

He:”dude the fine amount is two five hundred”

Main guy from team takes two five hundred rupee notes from his pocket and said..here it is two…five hundreds…

He:”No man its 2500″

main guy:”da go and say that u heard two five hundred”

wow man great i bow to your wit at this point of time…it was around 10 in the night…me and my poor friend was standing in the porch for 6hours…ya standing like shit for 6 fucking hours…great day

P.S—- freestyle stunting+cops=very bad

Tagged

I want to apologize to Veenu.I was so away from this blog world except that i read blogs of a few friend’s.Today after long time i logged into my account i see that Veenu has quit blogging and she had tagged me sometime in March…I really wish that Veenu wil be back to blogging

1. Last movie you saw in a theater?
Kurukshetra,it’s a malayalam movie…was not so good

2. What book are you reading?
actually an Archie comic rite now

3. Favorite board game?
Iam not so interested in this….but has played snake and ladder wen was a kid

4. Favorite magazine?
Byke,Fastrack,Top gear,Overdrive

5. Favorite smells?
hmmmm….i like the smell of petrol..smell of mom cooking dishes

6. Favorite sounds?
fav sound…sound of a cat meowing…then sound when a bike revs up

7. Worst feeling in the world?

for me it is when the people whom we care about just doesn’t understand it and doesn’t respond it that way

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?

fuck what is the time…is there time to sleep a bit more

9. Favorite fast food place?

Abad food court,Barista,Baskin Robins,Cocoa Tree

10. Future child’s name?

Rohan Jr.

11. Finish this statement. “If I had lot of money I’d….?

buy all those superbikes and cars and should have taken my love on a exotic vacation to bahamas

12. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

yeah got two teddy bears on my bed ….i dont care what others think about it

13. Storms – cool or scary?

a bit of both according to the intensity of the storm

14. Favorite drink?

Chocolate shake…not those thick shakes…but thin cool ones

15. Finish this statement, “If I had the time I would….”?

Sleep…Watch more movies…Practice stunts on my bike…and try to be regular with blogging

16. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?

no

17. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?

i want to either have grey hair like tom cruise in collateral…or wanna have complete blonde look

18. Name all the different cities/towns you’ve lived in?
Cochin,Trivandrum,Chennai, Bombay,Bangalore(for very short time)

19. Favorite sports to watch?

Football.Cricket…then F1…Moto GP

20. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?
A nice lady who shares similar thoughts

21. What’s under your bed?

One playboy mag…he he kiddin..actually nothing

22. Would you like to be born as yourself again?

ohh yeah…i bloody love myself a lot

23. Morning person, or night owl?

Night owl…its real hard for me to get up early in the morning

24. Over easy, or sunny side up?

Donno exactly…a bit of both depending on times…

25. Favorite place to relax?

My house specifically my bedroom…can sleep on my bed for long time

26. Favorite pie?

dont like it much

27. Favorite ice cream flavor?

chocolate

28. Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?
i tag The Grotesquerie(baphomet)..Arjun…Ms.Mathew…jeevan…mridul…

And i think Grotesquerie will reply first if he feels like replying

Team DFG(Dog Fight Gang)

                                       Whoa its been really long since i have been blogged.Hmm i guess its time to come back,donno what made me stop blogging for sometime i donno..ha actually i dont give a heck..right now i feel like writin and iam writin simple…Its about a gang a biker gang say my biker gang called the Dog Fight Gang(DFG)…

                                    Few months before there was a recruitment drive held at a college by Satyam Computers.I was there and then there i met this old friend of mine who was with me in a 4 day camp which was held 5 years before,let’s call him Black Jack.I met this guy talked a bit and that evening i got a friendship request from him on orkut.Then after a few days i got an invite from him to join the community of a biker gang in orkut,the gang was DFG..this dude along with some other guy was the founder of this gang.I joined the community and after that i was in close contact with him thru Orkut.

                                  Then Black Jack started uploading cool bike stunting pics in Orkut which were really cool.And when i asked him about it,he said they have a new friend now who’s name is Daredevil and he’s from a reputed acclaimed biker gang called “Gravity Warriors(GW)” from Pune.GW i recognised as one of the best stunting group in India.After that i asked Black Jack for DFG decals and i personally met him to get the decals.This time with him was a slim guy with a beard which was like what..showing his atitude.He was the other co-founder of the gang let’s call him “Hellcat”.

                                                      After this we discussed about various stunts in our community in orkut and i was the guy who knew nothing except for the normal burnouts.I tried some of the stunts which they told me how to do thru the internet,nothing worked except for a stunt called “Suicide Burnout”..and the interesting thing is Suicide Burnout is something considered to be a tougher stunt than some of the basic stunts.

 

                                                   Since nothing worked much i decided to join them for practice and me and my partner in crime “genuine” went for a session of practice with these guys.The practice spot is 60+ km away from my town,so a 120+kms bothways.There i met “falcon” and the “daredevil” in person and they were all doing amazing stuffs and i had my first stunt lessons from  a pro-stunter “Daredevil” of Gravity Warriors.”Falcon” is an amazing stunter nails most of the stunts like a piece of cake and there was no need for any description for the “daredevil”,he was a pro.I saw the “daredevil” skitching at over a 80kph you know just like a flash,the continuous “rolling burnout” around a bike with almost accurate precison.The first stunt session itself i got hold of a stunt called “stoppie(endo)” and later i was joining them more frquently for practice and learned more stunts like compass,skitch etc a bit.And during one of our practice session at a more public spot we saw another biker gang having a DFG decal on their bike.Some guys from a college asked us to perform a stunt show in their college.Made contacts with top stunters in India…we are “ALMOST FAMOUS”…stillll riding wild….

 

p.s:-we stunt only on private property,no showing off in public spots and we hate wannabes.

 

Ride Safe..

 

 

Happy Birthday to me…

February 21st….Happy Birthday to me….like to have it simple and sweet…..so here it is…”Happy Birthday Mr.Rohan,congrats you are turning 21…good..pat pat on my own shoulder….toast to myself…”

The University Exam Which Chopped Me Down

Today my 4th semester university exam results are out.Out of the 8 subjects I am screwed for 2.As a part of the tradition most of the “big daddies” in the software field will be coming for campus recruitment in my next semester and by that time i am supposed to be a “no-fucking-back-fucking- paper” person and right now the placement seems like a distant shore and i am standing in a wrecked ship.

The way i screwed my exams

Last semester i was hit with ‘Jaundice’.The normal count of bilirubin of a healthy person is supposed to be less than 1 and i was hit so hard that my bilirubin count went upto 14.4.And during my internal exams i was having a bilirubin count of 7 and obviously i screwed all the internals.As a result i was under-sessional for 4 subjects.And out of the 4 subjects i failed for one.The next subject which i failed is called “Signals And Systems(SAS)” fearfully called as “Supply After Supply”.Out of 25 boys in my class 21 got fucked for this fucking subject(Great na out of 25..21 got kicked on their b***s).Cheers to those who got through.

And i had a back paper in the 3rd semester and it was “Electrical Circuits And Systems(ECS)” fearfully called by me as “Extremely Catastrophic Subject”.There were students from my class to write the supplementary exam there were my seniors,my super seniors, a lot of people to write that supplementary and the result came as “Nobody from this so-and-so college passed”…ya not even a single person passed…what the fuck on earth will cause such a mass fucking failure….i think that the university might not have even seen the papers…Ya that kind of things happen in my University……

So here i am an “Inglorious Bastard” standing with a total of 3 back papers with a fear that i won’t be allowed to appear for the campus placements…But remember I am still fucking standing…I am still fucking standing….I am no way fucking broken…

P.S1:-yeah its true that there are lot of people in my class whose results are worse than mine…but with all that bull shitting facade people has put up for me…i am supposed to be placed in a big company…am i not…What say you?…..

P.S2:-All the abbreviations given in the topic are made by me…i am damn good in that

My Blue Jeans

This is about my personal attachement with a blue jeans of mine.I bought this “Peter England Elementz” jeans of mine some 14 months back.I have wore it a number of times but what i want to say here is,whenever i want to go out for any casual purpose say to college the first thing coming to my mind about my dress will be this blue jeans of mine.Even if i have other dresses to wear i always like to wear this blue jeans of mine.Whenever I want to go out i will be asking for this blue jeans in my house and my mother will be saying “Why you always want to wear that jeans only?’….”Why”.. i dont know, may be i am very comfortable wearing it,may be it got the correct waist size or may be the correct length so that i wont be sweaping all the dust and dirt from all over the place back to my home….ya it got the correct fit or dimension among all my jeans…When i see me in the mirror wearing this jeans i feel good,i feel this jeans suits me very well..

Anyway i love “My Blue Jeans”…….

The “F” Word

My advice for all of you out there before reading this post—–This post will be having explicit content and especially the “f” word a lot…so if you dont want to read,quit now………..Now if you want to read you can but dont blame me later.

Me Rohan the almost sole user of the beautiful word “fuck” among all my friends and may be even in my class.I am not a school student iam doing my pre-final year of Btech.

Why is there all these fuzz about this particular word.I have been criticized a lot for using this “fuck” here there and everywhere.

Once in my orkut profile there was pic saying “i dont give a fucking shit” and for days one senior was after me like sweared to god that he will make me change that pic.He was like using the word “fuck” is like a fucking crime.And finally he lost and he gave me the title of “Brand Ambassador of FUCK”.

Why are people like this…..the meaning of FUCK according to Cambridge International Dictionary of English is as follows

Fuck-1.slang to have sex.

2.act of having sex or a sexual partner

3.slang used when expressing extreme anger or annoyance to add force to what is being said.

That’s it we all use fuck just to express our anger or annoyance or frustration or sometimes even our exclamations.Nobody say the word “fuck” keeping only the other sexual part in mind.

If i say “fuck you” i dont mean i wanna have sex with you,it just mean that i am someway disturbed or annoyed by you.

Some phrases with “fuck” in it have really different meaning like:-

Fuck off – go away

Fuck all -nothing

Fuck about /around -mess around

Fuck up -to damage,to harm or doing something very badly

Fucker/Fuckhead -stupid,idiot

So if i say “fuck off” means “go away” it got no shit to do with sex.There are even people who stare at me when i use this word and i like to play the “i caught you staring at me son of a b****” game with them.

Once i was online in Google talk and one of my junior came to chat with me,let me quote that conversation here:-

Jr. -hi,rohan how are you?

Me-cool man,iam doing well

Jr. -I heard that u use the “f” word a lot,please dont use it its bad…bye…tc…c u

I was like “what the fuck just happened”……

In one of my previous posts i have written a paragraph using quite a lot of “fucks” in that,i wrote it as my friend Genuine saying..Actually Genuvi meant something like that but what i wrote was my creation…So the next day one of my senior who is a very good friend of mine said to me like “Bro rohan i thought the best sentence by a man is “FUCK THE FUCKING FUCKERS” but you outnumberd that by this one great paragraph of ur’s..kool man”…I felt so bloody fucking good,for the first fucking time someone is fucking appreciating me for using the word “fuck” aint it fucking awsome,yeah i felt fucking awsome.

So who am i among my pals and classmates, a lone “Inglorious Bastard”.There are even people who fucking judge a person’s fucking character by just fucking noticing their appearances.What the fuck should i say to them…….

“So if u fucking hate me for fucking use the fucking word fuck a lot of fucking times all the fuck i can fucking say is fucking that i will fucking deliver fucking you these fucking kind of fucking sentences which fucking got a fucking number of fucks in fucking it,and for fuck’s sake i dont fucking regret a fucking shit”

P.S:-I request you guys a song called “hotdog” by limp bizkit,the word fuck is used more than 50 times in that song….

The Copland

Yes here is it my one and only encounter with cops till this moment…..

The time is february 2006.We planned to go for a one-day tour to Munnar from our class.And Me and Genuine was expected to arrange the mode of transport i.e obviously a tourist bus.And this duty fell upon us just a week before the proposed date of tour.We enquired for bus in the near by towns but none was available.So we were forced to book a bus from a town which some 25+ kms away from our college.Our trip to Munnar was planned for a saturday and the previous thursday was a holiday due to some gig.So me and Genuine planned to go and pay the advance for the bus.So we both met at Muvattupuzha and one of my other frined who was not from my college was also with me.So we were 3 guys and we had one bike.Let the name of my other friend be Ebin.

Me:”aliya ethu eppo nammal 3per elle,and we have only 1bike…kyaa kareein”

Genuvi:”yaa enthu cheyyum”

Ebin:”no probs dudes,nammalkku triples vakkaam”

me:”deey wat if police pokkiyaal”

Ebin:”no way man…avar eppo anagane onnum pokkilla and we just hav to go only 25 kms

Genuvi:”yeah let’s go”

Me:”oh ya then let’s go”

So like that we went,we reached there and we gave the money for the bus.We started our ride back.And then we saw a vehicle of “Highway police” going in the same way wer we have to go.

Me:”Ohh fuck…fuck now what u idiots..i told u..shit”

Genuvi:”We will go after them..let’s keep a distance and go very slowly(the cops were moving like what 30km/hr and this Ebin dude rarely keeps his bike below 90km/h)

Ebin:”Assholes do we have any other choice you idiots”

Me:”Fuck u man..u calling me an idiot..it was all ur bull-fucking-shitting idea”

Then for 15kms we wer like pursuing the cops very slowly.Ok one thing here Ebin was riding the bike,i was sitting just behind him then Genuvi after me.

Then suddenly we saw the vehicle of cops coming back,that is they were coming back to us.

Me:”Holy mother of god now what…..for fuck’s sake we are screwed”

Ebin:”Damn what we do”

(Here comes the brilliance of the idiotic Genuine)

Genuvi:”yo u slow the vehicle and i will jump”

Me:”say what!!!jump…jesus f christ.. r u sure”

Ebin:”dude r u sure”

Genuvi:”yeah dudes hit the brakes”

Ebin started slowing the bike and right then that idiot genuine jumped..His jump was so fucking perfect that he landed fucking flat on his bloody face…..idiot….the worst idea of a life time.

It happened right in the middle of a juction and there wer hell a lot of people.They thought Genuvi accidently fell off from the bike.

People started shouting…”da pillere de ningalude friend vandiyennu veenu”

I looked and gave the crowd a smile and we were acclerating.The cops came from opposite direction.The driver of their vehicle said “Bike side lekku othukkeda”

We parked our vehicle and went to the Police jeep.

Cop:”wer’s ur friend.we saw u 3 in the mirror”

Ebin:”he just jumped”

Cop:”idiots ninakkokke vattano…eni chaadiyavan vallo chathum poyaal athum njangalude thalayil erikkum”

Me:”sorry sir”

Cop:”sorry kope…adichu ninte okke shape matanam” he turned to the inspector who was sitting inside the vehicle and asked “sir 3ennathinem pokki station il kondupovam alle”

Hearing that i heard a sound…”What was that did Genuvi pissed on his jeans”

Cop:”what r u people doing”

Me:”Sir btech”
Cop:”kollam veetukaare chuttikaan aayittu raavile erangikolum”

Here i should describe our appearance.Me long hair,short tight shirt,and my jeans had some strings hanging.Ebin kind of long hair even though not as much of mine rest somewat like mine.Genuvi hair was short but rest almost same.

A crowd of men gathered around us.Everyone was giving their piece of talk,and we 3 were standing like 3clowns in circus in the middle of the crowd.

At the time of this event a movie called “Anniyan” was a trend.

One local dude came to us he looked at me closely,i looked at him…He looked at Genuvi and he looked at Ebin.And he said loudly to all…”hmmm 3ennom undu Anniyan,Ambi, Remo kolllaaam”

We 3 of us looked at each other pathetically.Then the cop started to laugh and all the people stared laughing.We really felt like clowns now.

The cops adviced us and let us go.We reached our home town and went to a bakery and sat down together thinking what just happened.

Genuvi:”Actually aa pulli aareya Ambi ennu viliche”

Ebin:”Ninne aayirikkum”

Genuine:”poda thendi enne remo nna viliche i am sure”

Ebin:”Enna pinne ee rohane aayirikkum”

I didnt say a word…I didnt say a fucking word what i was thinking was

“karthaave nee oru kurishalle chumannulloo njan ethaa evide 2ennam chumakkunnu”

A lonely hungry sleepless night with hell a lot of smoke

August 20

Tonight my fucking internet is screwed.The server is mother fucking screwed,cant access the shit.You may think that “what this asshole can’t live a night without this goddamn internet”..yeah may be i can but tonight i fucking want it.

Right now i am all alone at home.My mom’s sister is sick,so it has been quite a few days since all my family left for my mother’s house.I only came here today evening coz i was tired and i wanted peace i wanted comfort.I have planned a trip tommorow.When i came here in the evening the goddamn net was alrite and what i came to know in first hand was sometimes my tommorow’s trip may be a mere fucking waste.Then in the night the internet got screwed and i came to know from jinu that for what i came here today will not happen.Since from last few days my house was deserted there is no food here.I was happy to skip my dinner tonight if what i wished should have happened.And now i know that tonight nothing is gonna work out.
I am disturbed,frustrated,sad what all negative feelings you can think of,right now all that is fucked into my freaky head.Jinu called me and tried to comfront me,i cursed him and hanged up the goddamn phone.Then i felt “its not his fault its all mine”..so i sent him a message saying that i am sorry.He called me again and we talked a bit.Then i tired to make my heart feel light by watching “American Pie-The Wedding”,Sean William Scott was able to make me smile occasionally thorugh the movie.The movie got over.And then i was feeling void or i was feeling hell a lot of things.
Sometimes i have felt that this house of mine is not large enough but its small.But tonight right now i feel like being in a “Castle of Lord Draculla”.I feel like the rear door downstairs is about a 5miles far.I lit up a smoke,never ever the smoke has helped me this much as it is doing now.Then i played a playlist in my computer,i felt irritated with all those pop and rap stuff then came a death metal gig and i was like “fucking hilarious”.Then what i did was adding some more death metal or black metal kind of stuff to the play list and i enjoyed the mood.I just banged my head for some 45minutes continuosly with that music and right now my bloody neck is breaking and paining like hell.Sometimes you may ask me “what the hell you know about black and death metal”..may be i know shit and since i dont owe you people a fucking thing,i don’t give a rat’s ass for what you think about it.And 1 more thing,in my orkut profile i have said that death and black metal music is suicidal and right now i am listening to it,so am i suicidal now “ha ha god knows”

Now i realise that this will be a sleepless night…i will hear music more i will light up more and i will surely watch 1 or 2 movies more…And u people think that i am insane..go ahead think what u want and i dont expect you people to under-fucking-stand any thing.Since this is my blog i can write whatever i want….can’t i..

And i dont mean no harm to anyone,its just that the mood is not right……

{Since the net is screwed i am typing this in notepad,wen the net will resurrect i will post this}

adios
rohan

p.s:-You dont worry reading this…..i will wait all along…..don’t worry its just one more off mood rohan..take care dear..