Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearing' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Bob Dylan sang this song for me :)
Vijaywada, I am coming, Tambourine Man you rock!!

Schizophrenic Aggarwal~The Murderer~The Contractor

After coming from Sikkim, I came to Hamirpur and found [he is a treaure worth founding, not meeting] Aggarwal~The Contractor~The Murderer. Today I will let you know about this amazing creature of GOD, although I don't think GOD exists, but if he does, he would be pleased to take the credit of creating this amazing human~being. He drinks all day, all night, he drinks effortlessly, he drinks by borrowing money from the "under 14” kids working in the "dhaba" where I used to dine. Once he is drunk, he is on the top of the world, he is a king, although every second drunkard is a king, but he is great.

I have seen a wide variety of drunkards in my Life. My dad, he was a commission agent for me and my twin brother. Every time we will screen his bottle from mom, we were rewarded 2 INR each, in 95-96. Then comes Karma, he rocks; he will drink a glass full of wine/whiskey/daaru, without mixing anything into it [no soda, no water and no nothing] in a single go and then will ask for the second glass and so on. He always preferred a full bottle for himself and it was a ritual to finish that bottle on the same day. Last but not the least comes Nair, a colleague in Satyam, he used to drink directly from the bottle, just the way I and you drink Amul Kool from bottle.He was the undisputed champion but Aggarwal outranked him.

Aggarwal is utterly different. He is a complete human being, he visualizes his dreams and he keeps converting dreams into reality. Although, personally I feel that every human being is a schizophrenic, but he is a master of this art. Last Saturday, he told me that he gave his sisters 2500 each as a “rakhi” present. Five minutes later, he was telling the same story to another guy and the amount was 5k each, very next day, he caught me and this time story was same and amount was 10k each, you see multiplicative growth. Even Bill Gates, Warren Buffet are not able to grow at such a rate. Noticeable thing here is that the number of girls was fixed (2), however the amount kept on growing at an exponential rate.

Yesterday only, he was seeking my advice on how and where to buy land in Himachal. I also wanted some entertainment, so I deliberately said, “What is your budget?” He replied,” Arey, money is not a problem; I can invest up to 10 crores. I just want enough land to open a hotel and a bar and a college” That day he borrowed money from under-14 working kids of the dhaba . :)

Usually he drinks one full bottle of “desi~daaru”, and when he is happy or sad, the count sometimes go to 2-3. One fine day he was drunk badly and was crying in the rain, cursing all the people in the world. All of a sudden he got up and boarded the next bus to Delhi, as he [possibly] hails from Delhi. Now it takes 10-11 hours by bus to reach Delhi by road and same to come back. So the sum is 22 hours, provided you don’t do anything and just come back from the bus station. He boarded the bus, and within a span of 18 hours he was back. Surprisingly, he came back on a scooter from Delhi, totally drunk. That day onwards, he has earned respect of a lot of people, although I don’t believe that he went to Delhi, but the scooter with a Delhi number plate is a testimony of that. This was indeed an inhuman task.

He says that he has murdered a lot of people in Delhi and he is not allowed to stay there. He says he is working as a contractor here in N.I.T Hamirpur, however in reality he is a “munshi”,accountant type.

He says that he will give me the job as I am jobless. He thinks he is the best manager in the world... And believe me nothing can stop him from dreaming, not even his deteriorating health condition, his poverty. He never gives a fuck. Whatever he dreams, he just realizes it by telling it to the people he meets, moreover he is not a “sharabi dreamer” because he keeps a scope of expansion always, as he did by increasing the amount of “rakhi-present”. He knows his goal in life and if he continues this way, in near future he will definitely achieve the goal.

Conclusion: Aggarwal is great and he reminds me of Calvin, actually Calvin had his mom to stop him, but this fellow is just unstoppable. Rock on man, you are the king.

P.S: I have never tasted daaru in my life but The Company of Drunkards makes me feel like them, at times, so I pretty much understand their condition and feelings.

Some More Old Day(s) Memories :)

See more audios here.
See more videos here
I am obsessed :)

मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा

I don't know why have they stopped airing all these beautiful videos nowadays, because these are the real times to "milao sur" with each other.
Doordarshan was not that bad.
Doordarshan rocks :)
Go Here for your e-Signatures, it is koooooool :)

P.S: The tourism is still on, going to Vijaywada on 11 till 18.

An Interview with Mayawati

A Crazy Interview with a CRAZY Personality............

TG: Hi madam, I am pleased to have an opportunity to talk to you.
Mayawati: I am also bery much pleazed to meet you, flashes her yellow colored handbag, and her gold bangles. (Bright Yellow Color Sucks)
TG: Can I address you as Maya?
Mayawati: Yeah sure, but then you have to pay me 5,000 INR.
TG(perplexed): But I am not as rich as you and moreover I don't have 5 INR's, forget about 5000.

Mayawati: Then call me Madam, I love to be respected.
TG: But respect can not be demanded, I guess.
Mayawati: When you are a "dalit", you have to demand it.
TG: But that was the story of 1960's. Now the time has changed and if it has not, then you are the one to be blamed for it. You guys are running the governments in States and Country, and you are busy erecting scarecrows. :D
Mayawati(Looking towards Raja Bhaiya): I hope you are not hinting towards my latest venture.
TG(Looking towards Raja Bhaiya and realising the truth of Life): No, I am not.
Mayawati:Good, you understand almost everything.
TG: So, what are your future plans? What do you intend to do for the growth of country?
Mayawati: I demand "DALITLAND"?
TG(WTF Expression): What is that?
Maywati: That is similar to "Gorkhaland in Darjeeling, Marathaland in Maharashtra, Bodoland in Nagaland". This is fight for the right.
TG: But, how can you decide right and wrong without taking everyone into consideration. Tommorow I will demand "sundernagarland", Emraan Hashmi will demand "flatland", then what will we do?

Mayawati: Dude, who runs the show?
TG(a perfect loser look): You do, Madam.
Mayawati: Then who decides right and wrong?
TG: You do, madam.
Mayawati: Good, bery goooood.
TG: How will this "Dalitland" look like? Will it be in India or some other country or planet?
Mayawati: We are planning to convert half of the INDIA into dalitland, because the way I am asking for reservations only dalits will be left in this country, so we need large area to live like non-dalits.
TG: What about the poor dalits of the country?
Maywati: We are trying to help them by giving them additional reservations in buses, trains, jobs. Recently we have made it mandatory to reserve seats for dalit's in Private Jobs as well.
TG: But these things come after education. Where are education related measures?
Mayawati: That is not our job. It is central government's job.
TG: How much time will it take to reach at the same level as non-dalit's?
Mayawati: We are trying to figure it out by bringing in more and more reservations. Earlier, the temples were banned for dalit's, now we are making it sure that 33 percent of the pujari's are dalit's. We know, how to pay in the same coin. (Smiles and Lo! Yellow Teeth Flash, Flash, Flash)
TG(trying to relate the answer with question) : But is it not the same mistake which lead our country to an abysmal [ass] hole?
Maywati: All I am concerned about is a Dalit, the way Sangh's and Parishad's are concerned about Hindu's only, so I am no different.
TG: Thanks a lot.
Mayawati: These type of thanks do not work with me. When you leave from here, just next to the gate, there is a cash counter, donate whatever you want to, that will be the thanks accepted heartily. Minimum amount is 5001.
TG leaves scratching his head like a fucking loser.

Moral of the Story: We learn from history that we don't learn from history.

P.S: No criticism, it is all fun. I don't care about dalit's, hindu's, muslim's etc. etc., Actually deep down inside, no body does.
It has nothing to do with any famous personality :P