a great friend of mine ... this guy speaks a little but means a lot...so u got to be listening to him wenever he speaks.. nd he has a great taste(actually same as me in everything ) lagta thoda serious hai bt jab masti k mood me ho to kisi ka baap b isse mauj krne se nahi rok sakta...
Became a friend just few months ago.. Lekin aisa lagta hai ki kitne saalon pehle bana tha.. Thoda gambhir type ka insaan hai.. Lekin masti mein aa jae to to bas kahin bhi kuch bhi karvalo... Dusre ki car par dance karvalo ya road par zor zor se gana gawwalo... Maine bhi iske saath ye sab kiya hai.. Raju Bhayia ho ya Rosesh Sarabhai kisi ki bhi acting karvalo... Chal tere liye ek sher... Khichuk khichuk khanan khanan... achanak se dhan tanan nan nan....
One of my best friends... A little lazy (sometimes needs a kick on the butt), but when when gets rolling,trounces the competition ! Also quite creative...
Jo thoda bahut pata hai, usse I can say ki dil ka achha hai.. mimickry to kisi ki bhi karva lo.. he ll make u laugh for sure.. All the best for future..
Sometimes reminds me of 'Howard Roark'in 'Fountainhead'. Loves his books(not the engineering ones).Calm,Intelligient and sensible person.Is very funny when he speaks punjabi. All the best for the future, mate!
An narrator-insect crawls and ascends...starts from the feet,finds them under strain ..moves on to left ankle,a scar given by 160RTR,groovy enuf that it loses its way but saved by a sweat-drop...ascends...reach behind the calves...they are fleshy,for it like a curved desert..drinks some salt,sees the indentation of white-dotted blue knicker...continues under it..spiralling..round and round...the desert changes to hot creeps and crevices..the large monumental dong is carefully avoided...wants to ascend it too but it doesnt wanna dally...crawls under tickling fornication....reaches at the navel site..hides itself there...gasps and squeals..What is this,i cant plunge..but sights a dark rope,hair it is...very care in such deserts...God echoes everywhere...grabs it and rests...continues again..spiralling around the back,only if i were a farmer,cud have used this fallow land...advances to the chest,a mighty chest...like they "zigra hai yarr"..and the lump next to it..pounding blood inside...dabb-bd-badd...enjoys the swaying there...fornication is sensed and nail-tic pushes it to the shoulder..wide,brawny...have danced a lot to punjabi tunes.."rambo rambo"..i am nearing now..neck is deceptive...where it begins where ends...some sugarcanes appear under the chin...they ought to be there.ha ha..i m on my way...the ground is now slippery..must have to use all my six legs..crawls slowly...make it upto the cheeks..oh my god,they have eaten Thakurals...but they are sweet rides..for they are chubby,and suits to gud equations wid real roots..enjoys the occasional slips..nictating eyes...kohl-ridden-off..they have the depth..if i aviod the abyss,i may live..better live than drown..spiralls,playfully ..the final jungle to cross..some say that sluts have lived here,fooling the travellers,scraggy jungle,whus trees fight themselves ..slithers..and make it till the last..haah..i have dunnit...poor fellow,mismanages,sheer excitement makes it use its sting ..a sharp pang jolts and then a bang,the snap from under-described hands..(how i forgot them)..journey ends here..I am tired now i must sleep..Where is my billo..aaah there ..in Khurja..i will telepath..chalda
I know i failed and skipped portions...i did in a hurry..,laptops cant wait and watch naa..they have other duties to incur..and when plied to overuse...batteries discharge more rapidly than they charge,esp when the world uses these veryly..to satisfy themselves...i can be anything but RUSH(2)die.
now pressure and the tension seems to be throttled away from life...made him more complex as earlier ,loves junk ...cares skunk..free to be drunk..yo ,,loves gud fellas.centered filled with principled pragmatism time has no break through in his life . yet his expediency in punjabi makes all of us in joy ..atb
a great friend of mine ...
ReplyDeletethis guy speaks a little but means a lot...so u got to be listening to him wenever he speaks..
nd he has a great taste(actually same as me in everything )
lagta thoda serious hai bt jab masti k mood me ho to kisi ka baap b isse mauj krne se nahi rok sakta...
Became a friend just few months ago.. Lekin aisa lagta hai ki kitne saalon pehle bana tha.. Thoda gambhir type ka insaan hai.. Lekin masti mein aa jae to to bas kahin bhi kuch bhi karvalo... Dusre ki car par dance karvalo ya road par zor zor se gana gawwalo... Maine bhi iske saath ye sab kiya hai.. Raju Bhayia ho ya Rosesh Sarabhai kisi ki bhi acting karvalo...
ReplyDeleteChal tere liye ek sher...
Khichuk khichuk khanan khanan...
achanak se dhan tanan nan nan....
One of my best friends...
ReplyDeleteA little lazy (sometimes needs a kick on the butt), but when when gets rolling,trounces the competition ! Also quite creative...
A great friend 1
Jo thoda bahut pata hai, usse I can say ki dil ka achha hai.. mimickry to kisi ki bhi karva lo.. he ll make u laugh for sure.. All the best for future..
ReplyDeletemy billo.....
ReplyDeleteSometimes reminds me of 'Howard Roark'in 'Fountainhead'. Loves his books(not the engineering ones).Calm,Intelligient and sensible person.Is very funny when he speaks punjabi. All the best for the future, mate!
ReplyDeleteAn narrator-insect crawls and ascends...starts from the feet,finds them under strain ..moves on to left ankle,a scar given by 160RTR,groovy enuf that it loses its way but saved by a sweat-drop...ascends...reach behind the calves...they are fleshy,for it like a curved desert..drinks some salt,sees the indentation of white-dotted blue knicker...continues under it..spiralling..round and round...the desert changes to hot creeps and crevices..the large monumental dong is carefully avoided...wants to ascend it too but it doesnt wanna dally...crawls under tickling fornication....reaches at the navel site..hides itself there...gasps and squeals..What is this,i cant plunge..but sights a dark rope,hair it is...very care in such deserts...God echoes everywhere...grabs it and rests...continues again..spiralling around the back,only if i were a farmer,cud have used this fallow land...advances to the chest,a mighty chest...like they "zigra hai yarr"..and the lump next to it..pounding blood inside...dabb-bd-badd...enjoys the swaying there...fornication is sensed and nail-tic pushes it to the shoulder..wide,brawny...have danced a lot to punjabi tunes.."rambo rambo"..i am nearing now..neck is deceptive...where it begins where ends...some sugarcanes appear under the chin...they ought to be there.ha ha..i m on my way...the ground is now slippery..must have to use all my six legs..crawls slowly...make it upto the cheeks..oh my god,they have eaten Thakurals...but they are sweet rides..for they are chubby,and suits to gud equations wid real roots..enjoys the occasional slips..nictating eyes...kohl-ridden-off..they have the depth..if i aviod the abyss,i may live..better live than drown..spiralls,playfully ..the final jungle to cross..some say that sluts have lived here,fooling the travellers,scraggy jungle,whus trees fight themselves ..slithers..and make it till the last..haah..i have dunnit...poor fellow,mismanages,sheer excitement makes it use its sting ..a sharp pang jolts and then a bang,the snap from under-described hands..(how i forgot them)..journey ends here..I am tired now i must sleep..Where is my billo..aaah there ..in Khurja..i will telepath..chalda
ReplyDeleteI know i failed and skipped portions...i did in a hurry..,laptops cant wait and watch naa..they have other duties to incur..and when plied to overuse...batteries discharge more rapidly than they charge,esp when the world uses these veryly..to satisfy themselves...i can be anything but RUSH(2)die.
ReplyDeletenow pressure and the tension seems to be throttled away from life...made him more complex as earlier ,loves junk ...cares skunk..free to be drunk..yo ,,loves gud fellas.centered filled with principled pragmatism time has no break through in his life . yet his expediency in punjabi makes all of us in joy ..atb
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