Time is running for our dear friend Rak** (name cannot be published for smelly reasons). We are still not ready to accept the fact that he has been diagnosed with ‘Nympho-Shrink-Coma of Testicles’.
The life was not always like this for him. Would you believe that intensity of his laughters used to wake up a dead man from his coffin? Would you believe that he never took more than few nano-seconds to finish cans and cans of yogurt? Would you believe that he was capable of turning purest of the statements to a worst possible non-veg joke filled with H&M. Would you believe that he could hear the noise of even 0.001 decible of a camera click and would always turn towards the camera with a smiling face. Lord-o-Lord (of testicles), why didn't you like that smile? Today, all we see is a gloomy face, covered in headphones playing old miserable songs.
But it is still not too late. We together can bring that smile back. His treatment is possible in a state-of-the-art treatment center in Tukaithad village of Orissa by our own baba-bangali-shahpur-waale. More than anything else, he needs are your kind support. But we also request your pennies and some left-over yogurt. Please donate as much as you can. After all, a friend in need is a friend indeed. Please come forward and offer your support.
Dear Fulla,
ReplyDeleteKyaa dard bhari dastaan hai tumhaare dost ki. Aaankhen num ho gayeen hain. Is your friend married? Hope this disease has not come at a wrong time?
Given the credit crunch, I am sorry I can't offer cash at this moment but I would definitely pray for your friend.
Nitin
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
ReplyDeleteI can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
No funds for unlimited gamers yet?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
the final countdown
ReplyDeleteWere leaving together,
ReplyDeleteBut still its farewell
And maybe well come back,
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
Were leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?
Its the final countdown...
Were heading for venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe theyve seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found.
Arre yaar dil bhar aya, ye dukhi dastaan sun ke...:-(:::::: (sob sob.....sob sob)
ReplyDeletecredit crunch mein pennies to nahi, but yes i will certainly donate some "leftover yogurt"