Bheed Mein Yun Na Chodo Mujhe
Ghar Laut Ke Bhi Aa Naa Paoon Maa
Bhej Na Itna Door Mujhko Tu
Yaad Bhi Tujhko Aa Naa Paoon Maa
to my mom and wagging my tail like a dog. With talks of me getting engaged raging mad peaks now, it's high time I get back to what people do when they have lost hope in life.
In other news not worth giving your attention to, I have invested time and money into an awesome hobby, something that I have developed and worked on diligently for over 2 years - collecting admits of universities and not joining them. I am planning to put them all on auction. Maybe some Ranchhoddas Shyamaldas Chhanchad might want to frame them up and showcase them in his living room :|
Do I love the festivals we Tam Brahms have or what. This season of trading. First, too many delicacies at home to savour. And once the Gods have had their share, a portion invariably goes to nice neighbours. Notice why I say nice. Because they empty the plate, only to replenish it with their stock and send it back. Nice. Really nice neighbours. Then we have this nice custom called 'kaineettam',
Ok, so we are done with the Sania-Shoaib wedding. And with the hoopla that came with it. Can we now move to more serious issues? No, not Telangana. I am talking about this Youngistan ka WOW thingy. There is no denying I liked Ranbir Kapoor alright. But things between us haven't been smooth since Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani. Eek, take that guy away, shooo.