Death of a Dead Phone

My Reliance India Mobile (off course of LG; Life is Good) was already dead (emotionally), sometimes in 14 Feb this year. And of late it died technically. It was the same mobile which key words were ruined badly. I had messaged 59815 msgs with this. And not just by forwarding the forwarded msgs. I never do that. Everytime I used to type the msg (The msg I want to convey). The alphabets might be also in a confusion that how many times they have been used or might be they have forgotten the counting. My fingers had fallen in love with the keys of it. And after you love something or somebody its hard to be with another. I left messaging. The Mobile is still with me but dead; purely dead. And I wonder, why I carry a Dead Mobile everytime. Almost everytime.

Not Enjoying this phase of Life.

And a bad whole day !

 

And a bad whole day! Nothing went right starting from 0623 hrs (when he woke up) till now. He tried to enjoy the songs in his playlist named “Rocking”. But, failed! He thought, to sit idle and enjoy the playlist “suhane pal”. But Failed. He failed to even sit idle! Even Nicotine failed to make an impact today.  Dull. Pain all over; physically, mentally. Someone can sense it but can’t help. Everybody is helpless. And this was the whole scenario of a typical day of Mid Jan.  He tried to enjoy the cricket classics on star cricket, which he normally enjoys. But, today even Cricket failed to make a big impact on him. A bloody 19^th!

Hoping for better days!

Missing You !

27 Dec 10. Heart skipped a beat or two. Or it completely skipped the beats. Something that made me to leave Chennai. Something that made me to leave the the sweetest accompany of the sweetest friends ever. Something that made me to leave the sweetest room-mates ever. Something that made me to leave Bhai-Jee. Something that made me to leave Regiment. But, I had to leave. One can't help. I can't help.

27 Jul 06. First day at Chennai. And from that time I enjoyed living there, working there, playing there. Everything ! But then 27 Dec 10. Fuck !

14 Jan 11. I was leaving chennai for ever ( I think so). Pub Picnic. Party. Compartment B1 in the train no.13352. B'day Cake. Those wet eyes. Really, Miss U a lot guys.

[occupants of Arjan Singh Block ; I miss u a lot.]

[Regiment: The most of the time I spend wid. Those unlimited Plans. 

Unlimited Beers. Unlimited Smokes. And Bhai-jee (first from the left in da standing row)]

[Anna. The most unexpected fellow. Very Energetic. 
Nobody knows wat he gonna say next. 

A psychologist. An entry-mate cum office-mate. Miss You Anna.]

[Rabia. The most cheerful and innocent guy. Always smiling. I miss you a lot.]

And there are a dozen of people in the living-in campus of Avadi whom I m gonna miss for the lifetime. Thats for sure. Its a long list but, I would like to mention it here. And here it goes.

1. P. Pandey who is the most sentimental, most helpful person there. (sorry yaar, i m not having ur pic, plz mail me a.s.a.p) And yes, He is a good reader too.

2. Kapil. A very good sportsperson. A very good cook too. ( I miss ur chana masala and daal fry seriously.) 

3. Gurpreet. A decent fellow. And yes, the only sardar jee of my billet. ( I believe). Miss you dear.

4. Deshwal. Having a good physique and a good stamina as well. Dedicated. Wishing u a very happy married life (I am wishing u probably one month before). I would try my best to be there in ur marriage.

5. Thakur. Nothing to say. The tagline is "Himachal Pradesh ki jay". Tremendous guy. He used to jhelo the full bakchodi when we are fultoo drunk and though he never drinks but gives company with the fucking Appy Fizz or any cold drinks. And mind u, he eats too. If u r goin to make a menu for the party then add 2 person's diet in place of Thakur. 

6. Sharma. Radhe-Radhe. A good person. Lazy too. Miss ur shero-shayari. Wishing u too a very happy married life.

7. Verma Sir. A tremendous painter. I have seen his paintings. Those are really awesome.

8. Anniruddh yadav. A fulltoos bakchod. Pure DP. Say thanks to me. U knw, why.

9. Pawan. An excellent cricketer. And a good team-mate.

10. Sumit Choudhary. An intelligent guy as well as an excellent bowler. And a good team mate.

11. Punia. A trade-mate. Office-mate. And someone with u can do the backchodi in shuddh hindi.

12. Pandey sir. Though he is posted to some other place. was a good partner in drinking especially. A good observer. But, u r advised not to take tensions by little-little things in life. (I think this is wat i had written in ur slam book also)

13. Chikara. A cute but No.1 Laundiabaaz. Enjoy !

14. Diwakar. Simplicity. Honest. Miss u buddy. I couldn't meet u while leaving. Sorry for that !

15. Ghosal. Intelligent. And smart too. 

16. Baba. The real-baba-type person. Yoga in the morning. Gym in the evening. Fruits all time. Take care baba.

And a lot of persons out dere. 

It was a real pain to be apart from all u guys. I am missing u and will miss u a lot. And at the same time, I hope that we will meet somewhere at sometime. And we will have fun when we meet again.

Life.52

Inspired by mangoman's post

That study table. Those silly jokes. That unexpected seperation. Those four years. Orkut. A phone call. Nice-talking-after-a-long-time message. Proposal. Accepetence. Endless talkings. Chattings. 1st date. Smiles. Happiness. Love. A trip to heaven. Romance. Coefee at Comesum. Railway station. That see off. Most Painful journey. Misunderstandings. Small Fights. Formalitites. Next meeting. Changed Behaviour. Last coeffe at footpath. The most beautiful yet painful journey. Phone calls. Fights always. Irritations. A phone call. Break up. I-am-always-there-for-you message. Nil correspondence. One-sided chats. Empty beer bottles. Ciggerette butts. Hangovers. Lots of blogging. Memories. Wet pillows. A phone call. A book. 2nd attempt. A hope. Failed. Illusions. Un-fulfilled dreams. Lots of missing. Life. You.

[Dedicated to the one who is an integral part of me]

"गुमनाम"

 Disclaimer: It is expected that You all will feel the words, thoughts and feeling hidden behind these words.

ये कैसी मुहब्बत, कहाँ के फ़साने

ये पीने पिलाने के है सब बहाने

वो दामन हो उनका की सुनसान सेहरा

बस हमको तो आखिर है आंसू बहाने

ये किसने मुझे मस्त नज़रो से देखा

लगे खुद-ब-खुद ही कदम लड़खड़ाने

चलो तुम भी "गुमनाम" अब मैकदे में

तुम्हे दफ़न करने हैं कई गम पुराने 

P.S: Some of my blog visitors are there, who never wants that I should know that he/she visits my blog. (At least once in a day). My heartiest thanks to those also who takes the pain to type "Mukesh Gorai, blog" in Google Search with windows 7 installed laptop and then start reading my posts. (Though, I know that who is it)  Thanks once again. Plz carry on b'coz it gives the blog author (me) a great energy + a kind of mixed emotions.( which sometime I think, is good for me)