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A heartthrob at leopold cafe!

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 14:07:00 +0000

Enticed by firangis and droved by beer
we entered in.... the rest is history :-)

Ok ... Leopold cafe and bar is situated in Colaba near Taj hotel ... We happen to visit yesterday and the ambience is quite rocking ... this following poetry is based on a firangan (foreigner) which i saw there yeaterday !!! Enjoi !!!

Through the beer tower i saw her coming,
her harem pants, backless top and bare feet were eye catching.

How to divert my eye balls was an unanswerable question,
so gazing her was the only last option.

Sitting on an adjacent table my eyes stared her,
glance of her lightening smile was a moment between us.

Amidst the crowd she was glinting like a shimmering diamond,
her milky white face from ciggy smoke was clear and sharpen.

Out of hallucination she was fluttering through the passage,
inculcating in brains of everyone a lusty message.

her fashion spree put us back into passe,
believe me she was a heartthrob at Leopold cafe.

Kuch bhi

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:58:00 +0000

A fantasy cyclone ...

Lot-sa butterflies in my belly,
Fluttering all over like cherries on a hot jelly...
Tickling in my tummy treacherously
all telling me to jot down my three fantacies veraciously...

'chop chip chop' came the sound all of sudden,
in a flash a 'nutty' butterfly popped out from my belly button,
'So wots the craziest thing you want to do?'she asked me the question ;)
" steering the winds with rocket on my back
i want to land on the crown of Mr. liberty
and jump naked in blue waters... "
with raised eyebrows and hazy eyes i answered that with perfection,
witnessing that she flew away with compassion.....

'Tick tack Tock' came the next sound,
A 'hungry' butterfly came outta my mouth with a frown.
With watery mouth (wateva) she asked " So wots the last thing you want to dine? "
Rolling my tongue onto my lips i answered "a spicy octupus cooked in sparkling wine"..
Hearing it she fled into the nearby pine.

'AAaAchHoo' i sneezed and shruged,
Outta my nostrils two 'rich' burnished butterflies Appeared like a bling bling thug...
"How much is too much for you?" they asked with a squint,
"A ruppee more than Mr. Gates will be much i guess", i answered wiping all calcus going in my mind.. [;)]
mortified and terrified they vanished like a sound of a wind chime...

Finally all knots in my belly got untied..
the butterflies were satisfied ..
My thoughts got fantasized ..
the rhyming is clarified..
And the ending i suppose is glorified !!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 14:43:00 +0000

MeMoRiEs Of GoA

Spirits were high & anxieties were erupting,
Volvo for GOA was dawdling and dawdling,
Finally Someone roared as volvo came outside the door.

T'was a lovely drizzling mornin' and our destination was closing in...
Someone puked,
Someone danced,
Someone whispered,
Someone clicked,
Some got drunk,
Someone banter,
but no offence it was all part of the floor.
There she (destination) came,
all sneaked out to enjoy the game....

Prevailing altercations, Mismatched actions & Belied planning were profound & howered all around,
But who cared as it was soon beheaded from the ground...

Secluded & crowded beaches,
Old & historical churches,
Long & ambient cruises,
Big and small markets,
Beers and fennies,
Shells & talismans,
Discotheques and Pubs,
last but not least BIKES & GYPSIES were on hunt ,
and we all managed to exlore them just like a savvy detective destroying a fuckin CUNT *** sowwie for being lil Obscene ***

A wide Expanse away from the cocophony of daily humdrum life was a heaven caricature,
and it was the best way to enjoy our mother nature...

The cloudy evening was simply irresistable and the cold sand beneath our feet of calanghute & baga was simply commendable...

Beautiful Firangi's (foreigners) with their chillams (hash pipes) were scattered everywhere,
And the pole dance by an audacious bimbo in the discothque phunked with hearts then and there....

Then as darkness fell,
and homewards we walked...
The night all of a sudden,
Seemed quiet and tranquil...
Back to the humdrum routine we all came... in the hope we will definitly rock GOA AGAIN :D

***** CHEEEERS ****

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 19:55:00 +0000

Here's another weird, meaningless & illogical poetry ;) ...i really dont have any idea from where i started or ended but finally or luckily it ended...

NAUGHTY CLOUD

That naughty haze of cloud

is a big bonker from inside.

He knows when to start and when to stop his fury,and i bet he has a power not less than a judge or a jury...

On his journey he saw an old man pushing cart loaded with wheat bags, now this was the time for the cloud to come out with some new gags...

Instantly that old man got coverfire from the cloud...

There the man got slipped and drenched wheat bags lay, the cloud sniggred and ran away...

That naughty haze of cloud

is a big bonker from inside...

After a while the cloud found another hunt,and this time it was a cute baby playing out like a hunk...

The cloud busted and frowned,

wet nappy skitted down and the butts landed on the muddy ground,

the sacred tears bursted and the contended cloud ran away...

On the way to asylum cloud saw a beautiful girl dressed in translucent white, *heeheeYo*

& the prank by the philanderer cloud was ready in a while...

the showers sprinkled and the girl opened the umbrella with the pride,

The cloud got angry and sneaked behind the giant mountain beside.......

That naughty haze of cloud

is a big bonker from inside...

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 13:50:00 +0000

A NIGHT WITH RAIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its a drizzling night tonight...
The surroundings are re awakened and everythin's alive
I m standing in the balcony of a skyscraper
I have no where to go and the clouds are looking so wry.

Its a drizzling night tonight...
Rain's pouring hard on me and m already half drenched.
Each drop starting from my head and falling from the cheek is consecrating my brain again.
The aroma of the scented soil is refreshing my mind full of memories of the past.

Its a drizzling night tonight...
These angel like droplets are dissloving into the saline tears of mine
The small streams running on the street is calling me to join the journey to the sea
The fragrance seems dissapearing taking my breathe along with it

Its a drizzling night tonight
These sacred droplets, are they rejuvenating me? (*their magic is eternal belive me*)
or they are sharing my tears just like a loyal friend?
These dark clouds spreading all over, droplets of rain, pitter patter sound, the aroma ...
I believe its wrapping me with its warmth love when i was lying with a hopeless night !!!!

its a drizzling night tonight!!!
its a drizzling night tonight!!!

A filthy experience!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Fri, 04 May 2007 08:41:00 +0000

Story of my trip, was not less than a drift .. couldnt be left untold ..
So here I am… to tell ye about the train… which was an overloaded crane..
Pushes drove me in .. screams got me the way and I manage to stand straight...
Next station came , no one step down however a group of bald filthy ppl came in …
And this was me , standing with paining knee.. in between those baldies…
My head was fixed and I couldn’t got worse than this …
Arms of ppl, gone up high revealing those auburn, tarnish, short , long and drenched hair.(underarms)
That guy was burping… the other was farting and the third was taking out diamonds frm his teeth.. ( *sniggers* )
This was not all , as I saw a woman busy with mucus just like a kid playing with ball…
So the scent [:p] got mixed, making deadly combo which howered around me
I faced towards the ceiling to escpe frm vomit ..
A bald head ..drenched with sweat ..landed on my cheeks
Hardly I could do .. coz my hands were stuck
So I wiped with a white shirt…
A big sigh of relief… as my station came on..
Happily I went..
Murmuring those words, “could I get worse than this?”.

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 18:00:00 +0000

i have something in my mind to share wif ye ppl , lets see where i reach.. pardon me @all intelligent students.. it aint meant for ye !!!!

life's fast .....

You came outta womb and after a couple of yrs you started walking..

You blew tantrums and everything was put into your kitty by your parents..

You overwhelmed when your kindergarten teacher gave you a big star on your wrist..

You cried in the school bus and always forgot your tiffin box in school..

You got thrashed while using first cussing in front of your parents

You hide your school diary which was full of bad remarks

You did false signatures on your report card and finally a feeling of responsiveness came in boards..

You burnished your exam papers like anything but as usual checking from the teachers was not upto the mark. *highly optimistic people*

And finally you came into graduation or i should say lover boy stage where you realised there's no life beyond your cell phone and your girl..

That late night talks and when caught, those illogical excuses; ah, i bet you still remember all of em.

Farewels and discotheques, shimmering clothes, stupid excuses at home, coming late every night ... gosh !!! All those things are as fresh as a hot spongy truffle with a vanilla scoop..

And your convocation in college , that long coat and a beautiful crown like cap ... i bet everyone must be thinking to capture the whole world

Your first job, boring and drab ... work and work but still you manage to take out time for those mischivious things ..

And that realisation to continue your studies was again entering a new world..

Finally into a PG institute ... those naughty things, studying in the last days, doing projects an hour before submission,getting caught while giving proxy... man life's awesome .. cant i always study in my life ???

Finally you're sitting alone and thinking...Man .. you're 23 ... is life fast or my memory is so sharp that all the things ive done uptill now are crystal clear?????

*****************whoaa*****I******* Completed ********************

Small pleasures of life, worth resuscitating

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 21:55:00 +0000

We take them for granted or simply just forget that they happened. These little moments and instances in life are "like the best thing ever". Most of the time, we pass them off as just another part of our day. But when we reflect back on them we can truly say, "Yeah, that was good." Now what exactly am I talking about? The things or the moments that are burried deep into your heart but worth resuscitating [:D] Some of these moments:

Waking up in the middle of the night (may be because you wanna pee or you'r feeling hot) and suddenly you see that 4 hours of sleep is still left ...... whoa !!! a biiiiiiiiig sigh of relief......

You are at a place where you cant even pee and your bladder is full of urine .... it can burst anytime ... so u tend to make strange positions to control it .... u walk , u press (:P) , u run , u sit , u stand and hell lot of things u do to somehow control it ........... and finally when ur'e into loo .... hah .... feeling of being into heaven ..... and finally urine comes out like lava from an active volcano[:p]..

There's a time when you are finsihed with your pocket money and you have to go on a date with a fresh girl [:p] or u wanna have beer after say 10-15days .. or you wanna go out and money being the only constraint ... u search ur almirah, every miniscule pocket of your wallet ... u find peanuts and the moment ur right hand goes into the pocket theres a paper kind of thing and when its taken out .......it comes out to be a fresh 500 note with a shining head of bapu... Ah what else you want in life .. isnt it ?

Dont you think these moments are worth remembering and we tend to forget those soooo easily ... is this busy life or something else ?????

Luck

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:50:00 +0000

He worked by day & toiled by night

He gave up all plays and some Delight

Dry books he read to reach wisdom

He sacrificed everything to be successful

Pain and Failures were the companions of his life

With every failure his motivation to work harder soars high

and finally when he was successful

people termed this as " LUCK "

Was wondering about the mentality of the people around... they are jealous when u succeed... they console when you are down.. they are happy when you fail.. they are never ready to accept that he or she is better ... and the secret of your success is always termed as 'luck' instead of hardwork?? what exactly is the reason behind that... is this the egocentric mind? or is this superiority complex ? or is this a mental makeup? what .... err .. m confused ... comments??

deadlines

noreply@blogger.com (Delectable.Disposition) — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:29:00 +0000

Routine is gettin humdrum again,
with every morning theres something going in mind..
Wot to do is the question flickerring again n again.
Today i am going to do something productive ..
Today onwards i will try to thwart dawdling of work ..
Today onwards i will read a book or some journals..
Today onwards m gonna finish those assignments and project wrk before date
These are the thoughts which for sometime rejuvenates me
But god knows they vanish with time and again,
As if i am trying to get hold of mercury in a bowl
When i try to dug the answer of the above inside me
Thres a voice which always echoed in my mind saying...

"Deadlines Amuse me"