Who will cry when you die?

Hello dear friends

I have just been pondering for the past few days about things which are not amusing. So, if you are thinking this will be one of my funny entries, it is not, so you may stop reading now

See, the six words mentioned in the title above have forced me to think about life. The world is a very cruel place. My point is that people in today’s world respect Money and not the person who holds the money. If the Ambanis were to go bankrupt today, they wouldn’t have a single person who would help them out. And this I say by personal experience.

When an average person dies, how many people actually mean it when they say that it was a great loss. Madhur Bhandarkar showed this aspect of humans very well in his movie Page 3, when he shows a certain woman’s funeral day and the ladies over there are discussing what to wear for the following night’s party. That’s exactly what happens in real life too. Harsh but true. People are swimming in pools of money, but do you think you can take it with you after you die.

You die the same way you were born, empty-handed.

People are distinguished as rich and poor but don’t all of them die the same way? Do the rich have some kind of miraculous deaths, I don’t think so.

Alexander the Great, had his hands laid out of his coffin to show that even though he was a great conqueror, he was still leaving this world without a thing, empty-handed.

People become great businessmen, leaders and what not but they all die.

Mario Puzo wrote, “Fools are those who die”. And to that I agree. All of us are fools, its up to you if you want to accept it or not but we still are fools. We consider ourselves great men and women but who is smart enough to dodge death, NONE. You can’t outsmart death, no one can.

All us humans are worthless, money doesn’t say what we are. As a matter of fact, it shows what we are not.

What is the purpose of life? Is it just making money? Is it just becoming great scholars? Is it living to become great selfish people? I don’t know. And I never will understand. What is this life for? I am sure God has a purpose for us but he doesn’t want us to know, yet. Throughout our lives we are restless, searching for something which is not there.

As Mr. Miyagi told Will Smith in Fresh Prince of Bel Air, “… The dragon is from within, and not from without…”. I suppose it was like that. But my point is, that whatever it is that we are searching for, is already within us.

Today, people have become so much cynical. They don’t see the eternal worth of life, they just wanna make money. I agree money is something, but its not everything. There are people, millionaires, who after a certain point of time find money worthless. That’s a totally higher and different plane than that of most of us. The higher you go, the closer you are to God.

There’s this little story I want to share with people who are still reading.

There were two little birdies that were at quite a higher plane than rest of the other creatures. They were above money and material possessions. One day they were walking down a road, and one of the birdies saw this pot of gold coins. He decided to hide it, as he did not want people to fall into greed. He started putting sand over it when the other birdie asked, “Brother, What art thou doing?”

The birdie replies, “ I am putting sand over this pot of gold coins as I don’t want people to be greedy”

So the second birdie says, “ Mitti par mitti daal raha hai?”(you are putting sand on sand?)

I decided to write the last line in hindi as the meaning doesn’t come out the same way in English.

In conclusion, I just want to say that we should realize the eternal worth of life and not just looking at the material aspect of it.

This is not some debate or speech. And I know this entry is very hazy and sketchy, but I suppose I got my point across.

Signing off

G

Kar di na Sardaron wali baat

Yes.. some people cant just resist acting like sardars... oh btw.. all sardars including me shall not take offence

Case #1
This really "smart" dude's dad is in London currently. Now, as he is in London he is using International roaming on his telephone. His dad is also very smart. He is calling from London on his home Landline. Very smart he is.

Case #2
Another extremely smart dude has gotten into Vidyamandir.. VIDYAMANDIR
And he is so smart that he is not taking VIDYAMANDIR.. and settling for some stupid NARAYANA classes.. Somebody help him

signing off
G

GANGSTA RAPPIN'

This is what the Telephone calls entry looks in raptitude language

Oui, finalizzle. le petit surd a bloggé

Yes mah friends.. I is finally back (I hizzle ta say that)

My boards ended on tha 24 ^th of March 2004, 2 days afta mah rebirth.

I have bizzle mobbin' since… mah idea of chill'n involves frontin' Da Vinci Code(I know im a bit late.. by tha wizzle jizzay 50 pages left), play'n GTA n NFS Hot Pursuit 2 on mah computa n sleep'n, eat'n, n whateva otha th'n chill'n involves , chill yo.

Nizzay in one of mah poser entries I mentioned thiznat Porsches sucked n Ferraris were much rappa n' shit. I still agree on that, but not totally. You see when I was ridin' tha game(NFS HP 2) wit tha Porsche, I used tha ride cam n using tizzy is a pain even wit a Ferrari cuz its a doggy dog world. So, I tried out tha Porsche wit tha Bumpa C-to-tha-izzam, whizzich makes th'n a hell lot easia. I realized thizzay tha Rappa Cam did wonda n I did come first in tha Porsche too. Bizzy hav'n said thizzay I would like ta add tizzy tha Ferrari stizzay handles a lot betta n helps me clock motherfucka laps… Much betta tizzy tha Porsche. Anyhow this really isn’t wizzy I intend ta rap `bout in this pizzy where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'.

Some lots of years ago, Pusha Graham Bizzell invented tha telephone. The first message ta be sizzent across tha telephone was

“Watson, Get in here!”

Now as we M-to-tha-izzight hizzy read in our science textbooks, saggin' evolve n so did tha telephone , ya feel me?.

Evolution has been described as tha gradual hatin' of organisms fizzy pre-exist'n organisms (I was gonna write orgasm here) through change since tha beginn'n of life . I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon..

Today, we see a telephone in almost every household. We also have telephizzles wit no wires, called Wireless Telephizzles.

Note fo` tha misinformed lot: Wireless telephizzles n Cellular Telephizzles is not tha same chillin' . Hollaz to the East Side. I S-H-to-tha-izzall explain those two in some lata pizzle of mine.

So as tha playa of telephizzles grew, so did tha brotha of telephone numba associated wit them (DUH!)… And now we come ta tha point where I stizzay ta explain why I am messin' this pizzle so show some love niggaz.

See, tha thing is, I HATE thugz dial'n wrong numba

Dial'n a wrong killa as tha Oxford dictionary doesn’t define is tha act of dial'n a telephone numba whizzich connects one ta a person wit whiznom he did not W-to-tha-izzish ta talk . Nigga get shut up or get wet up.

I don’t knizzow if it happens wit everyone else or nizzay but I sure do git at least one wrizzay numba telephone cizzall per day whizzay is highly frontin'. Anotha fact thizzat is bugg'n n strange is that I shot calla git these stupid calls on tha primary telephone line of our house, which fo` yo 411 has been scattered across tha hizouse via parallel connections. I always git these stupid calls on tha secondary telephone lines of mah hizouse which have been very least conveniently located in tha hizouse of mah parents on tha first floor. It so happens tizzle those phones decide ta ring only wizzy I am not in tha room, or fo` tizzle playa nobody is in that room n I hizzy ta go runn'n ta it only ta realize thiznat it was anotha village person look'n fo` his MAMAJI.

Anotha weird thing thiznat I have noticed is that these people, afta learn'n tizzy they dialed a W-R-to-tha-izzong numba, press tha REDIAL button n not go through tha pains (as if they were too M-to-tha-izzuch) of mobbin' they baller again n correctly this tizzle. So, there is 2 calls that I git from thizzat same stupid person look'n fo` his long lost brotha in tha Kumbh ka Mizzle

A few incidents

WRD- Wriznong Bitch Diala

G- y’know who

#1

WRD: Hallo! Kya main Asok(Ashok) Mizzy se baat kar sakta hoon?(May I rap ta Ashok Uncle)

G: Wrong Bitch

WRD: Hizzle? (Say what?)

G(louda):WRONG NUMBER!!!

WRD: asa.(achha/ ok)

A minute bitch

WRD: Hallo ji.. hizzle zara yeh asok mamaji ko bula do (hello.. pleaze cizzay ashok mama)

G: wrizzay gangsta

WRD: phir se? (again?)

G: yes.. slams phone dizzown

#2

WRD: hello.. haanji aap kaun bol rizzle hain (hello who is ispeak'n?)

G(translated): You tell me.. you is tha phone who called.

Brotha: NO.. you tell me who you is n I wiznill tizzell you who wizzy ta rap to.

G: No way! You T-to-tha-izzell me you tizzell me who you wanna speak ta

WRD: Where friznom you speak'n?

G: It doesn’t concern you

WRD: you connect me ta mah mamaji (again tha mama)

G: Does yo mama hizzle a nizzle?

WRD: you jizzle connect me ta mah mamaji.. I will complain ta him

G: WTF!??!?@#%@#%^@#^@#$^^@.. You wanna speak ta yo’ mama not me.. its playa if you give me his name

WRD: #some name#

G: wriznong bitch

WRD: ok

A minute lata

WRD: I wanna speak ta mah mizzle

G: oh cmizzon.. what is you??@. This is a wrizzong numba!!!!!!!

WRD fo shizzle: it cant be so.. I have dialed 4 times n I always gots a wrizzay playa. I cizzant be wrong this time.. you is hid'n mah mama.. I wizzle ta speak ta him

G: ARRRRRRRRRRRGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHHH!….. slams phone

And yea, im not kidd'n `bout this one

But tha funniest ones is tha ones by some thugz speak'n in they native (south Indian) language

WRD: inga pinga shinga (im sorry I don’t knizzay tha language)

G(laugh'n mah ass off): ILLE… Rong Numbara..

Anyways, enough of mah stupid jokes.

I mizzay start ridin' fo` mah VMC test, as I had really good results wit it last year (izzy think?)

I really don’t hizzle straight trippin' ta write `bout.

Sign'n off

G
Pizzy: nobody ta git offended pleaze

P.S: i havent proof read this.. so ignore any "words"
G

random stuff

Hello dear friends

I blog, yet again

I really don’t have much to write about these days, so I write about anything random that comes to my mind

I gave the FIITJEE test yesterday. It was good and it was exhausting, a good 8 and a half hours. Though, the total test duration was 6 hours but I had to stay there for the above-mentioned period of time.

I have bought new shoes (NDS, I don’t buy shoes as frequently as you do). That puts my total footwear number to 4. They’re a pair of Nike Air Max Moto III, Bowerman Series’ shoes. Yes my friends, Bowerman series. For the uninformed lot, Bill Bowerman is the co-founder of NIKE. These shoes have an Air Max cushion at the back and a Zoom Air pack in the forefoot area. They’re also light, very light. That’s all I have to say about my shoes

I have also got new spectacles made. That puts my spectacle number to 5, though only 2 of them are in one piece. I have this tendency of breaking my specs. Anyhoe, coming back to the specs. The frame is by Luxotica, the group that owns Vogue, Ray Ban, Ferragamo, Bvlgari… you basically get my point. And the Lenses are by… Behold!!…

CARL ZEISS… yes the one that makes the lenses for Sony’s DigiCams. And yes, there is a difference. Oh I forgot, it’s a half-rimmed frame. I broke the last half-rimmed frame I had. Let us pray that this shall last longer than that one.

Anyways

I have a new occupation now. A rather superman like figure has given me a vardaan, I have all the powers of Superman… and Kryptonite doesn’t affect me. WOOOHOOOO… oh I forgot to tell you my new name

I am SuperSurd.

My Mission: To save the world… From George Bush(“some” people like him)

I am going to France for the Student Exchange Programme. I am waiting for it. We fly on the Friday the 13^th. Wish all goes well. We’re doing bhangra, and the women are doing some dance, I haven’t been able to figure out what it is. There are also two songs. “Some” people do not dance themselves, and are there to laugh at us guys dancing.

I must leave now.

Signing off
G

Hello

Hello dear friends.. I am sorry for the absence
It is not my fault, its Mukesh or Anil Ambani's fault, whosoever owns Reliance Infocomm. My Reliance Terminal is not working and Reliance Infocomm is very conveniently not sending anyone to fix it. Well, they just lost a customer and they will lose many other. Reliance people are not customer friendly, AT ALL!!! The other day I went to Reliance WebWorld to lodge a complaint. There were 10 customers with problems there and 8 of them were disgruntled, I didnt notice the other two.
An interesting customer there was a PUNJABI... A hardcore punjabi.. was speaking in punjabi too
he told the customer service dude: "kaka, tu counter di aiss side nu aaja, pher gal karanga.. main tainu dassda aan main kaun haan" (son, you come to the other side of the counter, we'll talk then.. i shall tell you who i am)
And the terminal is not working so I use the trustworthy, Govt. owned BSNL connection. I shall be getting a broadband connection in a few days, will shall be fun. I cant believe my dad is finally convinced that we need a broadband connection, he never listens to what I say. Ive been telling that the Zen needs new tyres but NO..!!

Anyways, heres something I wanted to share for quite a while. I was in Chandigarh(my favourite city in India), from the 1st to the 5th of April, and I also went to Punjab on the 3rd. That my friends was fun,
It was my Dad's Cousin's Daughter's Marriage, and the whole of My dad's maternal side was present, which was the main part of the fun. I seriously was laughing my butt off on everything because:
a) I could understand the Punjabi, which I always did but I never used to laugh on punjabi jokes before
b) I could reply back in Punjabi too, as I feel confident enough with my Punjabi

It was a good day, Family Reunions always are. I also met my dads uncle, Mamaji, dont laugh.. hes 95 years old.. theres a picture of me and him, will post when I get it here.

OK, one more thing, since everyone saw me after a long time. Everyone was like
"Putt, tu ta aina wadda ho gaya, jaddon pichhli vaar dekheya si, tu taan ainna jeya siga"
(Son, You've become so big, the last time I saw you, you were this little!)

There is one more thing that I learnt. You see, people have a tendency of asking "PAICHHANLEYA"(Recognised) and I, or anyone else for that matter, would always reply in the affirmative. I thought that people dont cross question after that. BUT, thats what I learnt. Someone actually asked me," Whats my name?", and fortunately enough i knew that person's name. But, going back to my village, I really dont know many people. So, the thing i learnt was that just say " HAANJI, Paichhanleya" and just move from that place.

Well, thats about it

School has started and we're not doing anything much right now.

Ill catch everyone around

G