26/11 My Foot

Its 4:00 AM in midnight and I am unable to sleep.random thoughts running in my mind and here is one of the Random thought that just hit me.Rest of the Random thoughts I cannot produce as my blog is a Public place.

Now what happened that a Date came and passed. The Date was 26 nov when some terrorists entered Mumbai and created a bloodshed. It happened last year and at that time whole nation united for this act and everyone condemned it. Things remained like that India was united and then in few weeks or better say days we came back to the same place we started. The same old fights,The same old tera jaat mera jaat, The Hindu Muslim and other things on which we love to fight on. A year passed and again 26-11-2009 came and people remembered that oh!! this was the day that something happened. Newspapers posted large headlines with Kasav's Pic at the first page that too colour carrying a Machine-Gun Proudly. Everyone Decided to express their anger and thus they came up with this innovative idea

To express the Anger and the Grief these so called patriots posted threads in orkut communities that today is 26-11. Some of them forgot What happened this day so they confirmed through Google and Wikipedia.Their came threads on Major Sandeep,Hemant Karkare and all.Many of them changed their DPs with that of Sandeep or showing pain towards what happened one year back. Even I did the same but the Same day was birthday of Suniel Shetty who gave dozens of Hit movies during my school life and he is alive so it was my duty to celebrate theb'day of one of the favourite actors of my life *aaye* Changed my DP back to that of Suniel Shetty and Kept listning to his famous songs like Sheher ki Ladki :D.

Ok comming back on the topic. Did we even cared to donate one day salary or a small ammount from our pocket money to help those who died or lost their loved ones on this day. I brought a idea sim and called everyone from 8 to 10 because it said that they will donate all their money they earn from the calls between this time.Dont know how many of the Psuedo Patriots thought about doing the same. Then 26/11 passed and 27/11 came and everyone forgot that something happened. After that came 13 dec Very few remembers that Parliament was attacked on this day and no response came as everyone was busy in cricket even when someone won a silver in Boxing a day back.Then came the Day when India defeated Pakistan in war of 1971 and yet no one remembered and this made me feel that as we forgot these events slowly we will forget 26 nov too.

Kasav should be proud that atleast he is the Reason that Indians get united on some issue otherwise hume ladne se fursat kaha.

If Sandeep Unnikrishnan would have been watching all this from somewhere he might have regrating that he died to such useless people

The Public of this country is gone deaf dumb and blind who only wake up when our neighbour wants us to wake.

What a waste of life we are :-( Why should I feel proud to be an Indian when there is nothing to be proud of

Its 4:30 and I will again try to sleep

2012 The Movie

• Recently came the 2012 movie which obviously I saw first day first show as usual. And surprisingly this movie called more crowd than any other Bolloywood flick I saw recently after Kaminey,And for the first time in my life I had to take a ticket in black and that too for a hollywood movie. The Best way to bring your friends to hall is to simply show them the promo and they will kill to see the show. The first scene of the movie itself blows out the mind when they start with India and I could here various comments from nearby seats about the reasons the director did so. Obviously these were the promo guys who had no idea what was happening most of them not even understanding the dialogues :P. Then starts the way how a typical hollywood movie progresses setting the stage for the final act and obviously the American President had all the idea whats going on and may be Anil Ambani who would have paid a hefty ammount to reserve a seat in the ship. PS: did I told that president's Daughter was hot
  And then comes 2012 and scene finally sets to a series of people living thier common lives which is too obvious in a Hollywood flick and then comes the hero who is a as usual helpless creature who seems to carrying all the problems a person can have in world on his shoulders with a indisciplined kid and nose picking daughter and a X-wife and his husband. Dont know how Indians live with the same one forever and plan to get the same in next birth too. Then comes the day when this all is set to happen and till now everyone in halls lost their balls. They lost even more when they saw promo of Avatar. One of the experts commented about the title of the movie being in Hindi :- .
  The destruction of the world begin and so started shoughts like KYA GAPHICS HAI BOSS. I really regretted about sitting between such a low class audience. I never get the fact that let the movie be Indipendence day or Day after Tommorow or 2012 how is that Hero and his family gets the safest way and one the person in their group always know how to fly plane.I decided to take pilot's training ASAP. And then the plane flys and the world destroys below. The pilot is so much expert that given a chance to fly between saturn's rings he will do it so perfection that even Captain Vyom would die out of shame (I dont want to mention Anakin Skywalker here ).And finally as it happens in a typical holloywood movie president plays the hero of the world and decides to stay behind with all the dying creatures. That proved me that Amrikans are real herd of jackasses :P. And that Indian scientist too who decides to stay with rest of Indians to see the megatsunami that occures in Punjab.Even his wife was hot :D . Audience loved all those scenes which mentioned India.
  We come back after all this destruction happened and world got filled with water.Even mount everst sunk. Finally a scene decalres that next president of the new world would be a black american who looked like a cartoon copy of Mr Barrak "fukin" Obama. A new day comes with dated 27-1-01 forgetting to wish merry christmas and Happy new year. Idiots even forgot my Birthday x-(. And then we come to know that only Africa survived somehow and they all move towards that place.I wished if Roadies would have gone to Africa in 2012. So the movie somehow had a Happy ending and we all came out of that hall, Most of them frustated and some even started planning for that day. I heard a girl shoughting that she wants to have kids before the world ends :- her boyfriend didn't seemed capable of it. I want her to give my number but that situation was too much frustu to start all this. Rest of them commented about loosing virginity before the days comes and many about getting married or having a GF
  Anyways for a frequent hollywood movie buff this is a normal shit, Who cares :P I will watch the same movie in 2013 and laugh as I did this time

WHY ME

Weather of Bangalore now days is enough to make you feel frustrated. Cold and sad nowhere to go and no one to talk with feeling alone. Everyone has problem nowadays and everyone feels like I am the only person left in this world who have no problems. People come talk about their problems cry shout in front of me and then leave. I read somewhere that there are good times and then bad times and then the worst comes and then goes but it seems like the worst phase of my life don't wants to leave me.I am falling short on relations,short on friends and even unable to trust anyone nowadays.I cannot trust people,cannot trust my friends and not even the opportunities. Today just few minutes back I had the most important test of my life.Scoring 15+ was simply so important and I couldn't. Just because I kept studying another chapter and just 5 min before the test I came to know that what mistake I did.Sometimes I feel that I have no problems I just want to feel like I am having so many problems. Still sometime somewhere I will get out of all these things happening dont know when

PS: Dont mark my typos here :P

Back from Mysore

Like all of you know that I was in Mysore few days/week s back U guys might have seen the pics and I hope u guys know that I enjoyed there a lot . I met my childhood friend and friends from IC Parth and Vinesh and spent a good time. But I didn’t know that what things are waiting for me as I was returning to Bangalore. I wanted to return to Bangalore as early as possible so I woke up early and went to bus stop . Got into a bus and my return journey started. I had only 300 rs in my pocket because I thought that bus will drop me at my place and I will save me 300 rs :D. After 3 hours journey and spending 200 rs in bus fare in other things I reached Bangalore. The place where the bus stopped was a much unknown place to me. He conductor said that bus will not go ahead because of some traffic Jam as there was Eid on that day. He told me to go so and so and you will reach the place you want. I started walking and finally got a bus that was going to market. I thought that it is KR market so I asked nothing. Then I came to know that there are so many markets in Bangalore and I have reached some other market . Though I was lucky to get a bus which was Going to KR market. KR market is a Muslim area so that place was busy with Eid Celebrations. My bus stopped at a place and again conductor said that they cannot go further because of some Jam. I was feeling like WTF but I got off from the bus and started walking. I asked people that how far is the market and everyone gave the same answer that THODA DOOR CHALO AA JAEGA. I kept on walking and walking and finally........... it started raining. I was already so much fucked up and one more addition to my troubles joined me. I still kept on walking in that heavy rain with 70 rs in my pocket. I got into a auto so that I can reach the place. I took the decision to get into that auto because it was the only one that was empty. When I reached market unlike what I imagined the place was like some village from Bihar during flood. I opened my shoes and got into that flood to reach the bus stand which was still few steps away. Those few steps made me feel like covering thousands of nautical miles :P . Finally I got into the right bus with only 20rs in my pocket. I thought that finally My troubles are over. On the seat next to me some guys were sitting whose talking style made me feel like they are freshers from my college. I thought that when they will get off from the bus I will too get off. I even felt a bit angry on those juniors that they cannot recognise their super senior. But Sadly Those idiots were from another college which was far away from my place and I have reached ahead of my stop. I got off again from the bus and again my walk started to reach my flat. Finally I reached my flat switched on my laptop and I found out that it is not starting. I was already too much troubled to I didn’t bothered about it much and went to sleep. Phewwwww .... finally my troublesome day was over :D or atlease I hoped so.
There is a saying NO ONE DIES VIRGIN LIFE FUCKS ALL I think it was 100% correct with me in that case :D

27th Sept: Remembering a unsung Hero

Sept 27 dont know if many would remember the date so FYI it was the birthday of Sardar Bhagat Singh. It was his 102nd birthday . What an irony it is that we all get a national Holiday on 2nd oct no offence meant and noone remembers the birthdate of the biggest pioneer revolutionary of this country. This is not just because of us I think it is the ignorance 0f media and the resources which make such an issue about some of the things which are in there intrest while ignore others not at all justified. But still this is not something new it happens always. the system in this country is too much biased. Not just in this case but it can be seen in birthdays of other national heroes too. No one remembers the birthdate of any of the national heroes other than few due to obvious reasons. Take cricket for another example it dont matters team wins or looses every news channels provides lengthy segments on the topic while on other sports just a headline is provided and then case closed. Someone who gave his life for this country dont deserves such an ignorance.
I dont want to spoil this thread so i will end it here

Copied from a thread in IC

शहीदों की चिता पर लगेंगे हर बरस मेले
वतन पे मरने वालों का यही बाकी निशान होगा
So said Ram Prasad Bismil the great poet and freedom fighter. All the great men and women who gave up there lives for the sake of Independence just had one wish, that the future generations would remember them. But have we been able to keep up the promise? The answer is no. Today is 102'nd birthday of The Great Bhagat Singh, a revolutionary who, at the young age of 23, chose death so that he can ignite the fire of revolution among the youth of India. But it seems no one remembers him. After 3 days, on 2'nd October there will be lot's of remembrance services and speeches and sermons to pay homage to Mahatma Gandhi as if he was the only one responsible for our independence. Millions of people, many of them unknown died with a vision of free India in there eyes. Even prominent names like Chandrashekhar Azad, Shubhash Chandra Bose seem to be removed from our history only because they didn't shared there views with some of them

\\YOUNGISTAN SHALL WAKE UP//

The missing I-pod

I normal day with his/her normal lifestyle and following a normal routine. I got a phone call from my home that too a very normal thing as my parents call me every now and then.But the phone call was not as like the normal ones used to be. My mom told that my cousin brother is no more. His death became a front page news as another of the MiG 21 crashed near Punjab. He was Flt. Lt. Manu Akhouri last of the guys in Army from my Generation.I remembered him because my parents used to make me remember him.I was given the continuous and numerous examples of all my siblings whoever made some remarkable achievement.I used to be so much jealous of these kind of guys. I met him for the first time at a marriage and then again in a marriage.The last time I met him was when he came to Ranchi at his Grandmother's place.He had shown me some pics of the place where he took training and his GF.I loved his I-Pod so much that while leaving I stole it. My mom used to tell that he is a brilliant student and even a batch topper. His father is in Army and he followed his father's footsteps. He joined IAF how and when I dunno. Although I was not in contact with him for past few years and now I heard about him that he is no more.
I dont know how to react, Shall i feel proud that he belonged to my family or I feel normal as MiG crashes are just normal news nowdays. His batchmatesd said that he had time to jump out of parachute and letting the plane crash over the village but he chose otherwise. People cry and shout and later they forget and then a new one is there. It seems that Indians (we) have got used to it and change is no more possible

http://connect.in.com/manu-akhouri/article-mig-crash-flamed-out-another-iaf-pilot-0cdc7cd5e70c65ab893db8132b361515e0274ac6.html

The Without ticket journey

My father got transferred to a small place in Bihar. So I had to do a three hours special journey to my new home this time. I was already so nervous when I came to know about no power no internet thing. I reached Patna and I had to catch another train to that place. My train arrived late and the train which I had to catch was about to leave. I asked a person over there he told me to get in. This WT journey was something that I always wanted to do but how. What would I do if the TT comes? From where I would pay the fine. What if he takes me to jail. I asked that guy who advised me about this and I irritated him the level which he couldn’t have imagined even in his wildest dreams. At last he told me to sit with him and just asked me one thing Pehli baar Bihar me aae ho. Then I felt proud to be a Bihari :D. He said that it is not only you who is travelling WT and he was correct at his point. If I had taken ticket and I would have shown to the TT then I would have felt myself as like an alien between everyone.
While sitting in a compartment of a local train without a fan and the bogie laden with passengers to the core. I had some wonderful experiences. A samosa wala came who was selling samosas of 1 rs each and it was damn tasty :P. The fear of getting caught by the TT was always ticking somewhere in my heart, And the fear al most came true when someone Said that TT is coming with GRP people. It was like meri fatt gai and aur bhi fatt gai when many of them jumped out of the train. Those people included that guy too who advised me this non-sense. Being new to the place I had no idea what to do. Well the TT came and checked everybody’s ticket. I had decided that I will say that I lost the ticket, I am ready to pay fine and please don’t take me to jail. I had my college I card ready to show them that see I study in Bangalore and I am new to this place. The TT came to my side without saying a word to me or even asking about the ticket he went ahead. May be because I was the one who looked like a responsible citizen on India. A 2 hour journey changed to 5 hours long and when I reached home I saw the place I was like having the biggest shock of my life. But there were many train journeys coming on the way. Someday later I will tell you about this :P. Till now let me enjoy these moments which includes 6 hours of power supply and a scorching heat. Yet I have found a cyber cafe which charges 50 rs an hour so no internet problem.BTW I think I need to post another blog to tell you about the place

Now Bored With Life

The second blog I bring to you after the third bottle of glucose has been given to me.I have missed two of my internals and given rest two of them in high fever.Last night I got so much frustrated that I almost cried but I am a tough guy crying don’t suits me. Stuti di I lied to you when I called you I was still in hospital at that time. Photon plus rocks \m/ Carry anywhere internet will continue. only they don’t let me remain wake up till long in night, WTF. I am just worried about that hospital bill :|. PS: I have completed my first roadies selection video in the same high fever and I want you people to vote me to get into next round. For more check my status message.

Ok lets get to the point. The purpose of writing this blog was that how boring my life and the world around me has gone. How it bites me so badly that I want to get rid of it. I landed in Bangalore on 27^th august 2007 and now two years are about to complete. First year was exciting as for the first time I got experienced with many things. And then after I reached in second year out of hostel staying with new roommates. First few months passed with no problems. Then there came ego clashes and fights and big fights. If felt like I have been subjected to some kind of cycle going to college returning back and all those non sense.

I need something different now. I am really bored with all these things. I am bored with seeing the same old face from two years and two years more to continue. I am fed up of that alarm which rings every morning at 9:00 AM and then at 4:20 PM. And moreover I am bored of myself. With that fever screwing my life once again I don’t think anyone will save me from a year back. My internals marks are not going to increase and in few months my fate will be decided.

I want to get out of this hospital. This old man at my right side farts too much. I think this is the time to leave all things I am addicted with and start it all again. I have made some really good friends with time just hope that they don’t forget me. For four years consecutively I won the best spammer award at different positions. That fetched me nothing. From two years I am winning Quiz competition in my college and also that GD in which no one speeks. Even they are not going to fetch me anything.

It’s been 8:00 PM and my friends are here so I need to stop this and catch you people later.

PS : don’t blame on me for so many mistakes. I am really frustrated with all of it happening. I really want to share my problems with my someone but I have got no one. Not even that F’Ked up people who cannot miss a single internals for me

My Friend Bobby

I have got a unique friend circle.Not because my friends are unique but because they are my friend. I am writing this story while I am in hospital and just taken 2 bottles of glucose. They say that khali dimag shaitan ka ghar ban jata hai this is the effect of some kind of that feeling. So the story starts with my friend bobby who always keeps crying that his cat ran away after 20 days he fed him came to me and asked me that I write so good stories why don’t I write one for him. So simply to make the matter rafa dafa I said that I will write something for him. The thing is that when you talk something in favour of him he becomes so much happy that it cannot be described here,it would be pretty gay to say that. So I forgot that talk and became busy with my life (crap).Again after few days bobby came back to me and demanded the same thing. So I replied him that how can I write something for him as stories are written for them who do something different, bobby said that he will do something different and he will make me write something for him :-\.

I never thought that he has thrown me some challenge until a day when I saw him coming and he is making a donkey riding his back. In reply to the obvious question that when the hell this he is replied that everyone rides a donkey but he has done something different so now it’s time that I write something for him. I said it is not different it is insane go do something different.

Again the matter closed for few days until one day I got a call for him asking me to meet at some place. He said that this will really make me write a story for him. Cursing myself that why did I made such a promise to such a person I went to see him. This time he had called me at his home and was really wishing that he don’t make me write my first gay experience of my life. After reaching his home when my hands were about to reach that call bell button I heard some weird barking sound. I thought that he has bought home some new breed of dog at his home instead what I saw shocked me.

I saw my dear lovable friend bobby tied to a rope as they do to the dogs and he is behaving like them. With a strange feeling I stepped inside the gate and at that moment he jumped upon me as like a bulldog and my first gay experience was about to be written when he said. Look this is something different please write a story for me. I was like WTF. I asked him to get away from me and told him that it is not different it is pagalpan and some special words which I don’t want to post here :P. I really wish that I don’t get this type of task when I perform in roadies battleground.

Fuming at him I returned back to my place. I was shocked for three days and forgot to take food twice because I simply kept thinking about that incident. It’s not that some kind of gay feelings were coming over me instead I was completely shocked. I am still shocked that’s why I am not getting appropriate words for this. This incident kept rotating into my mind for several days and when I was about to forget this chapter my best friend again called me and said that this time he will really make me write a story about himself. I was so much irritated by him that I simply begged him that please don’t call me again or do anything insane. I will do write a story for you

So my dear friends this the story of bobby which he finally made me write.

PS: I don’t have any gay feelings towards him. He too is straight and me too

Can we love IC370

India community on orkut has crossed 800k members last month and now is very fastly moving to get 900k members.It feels proud be a member of that community.When I joined it back in 2006 it had only about 250k members .3 years I have spent in the community and India community was never this strict. The number of rules and regulations that have been imposed in that community makes me feel that I am back to my school. There is an official thread for everything and when you post your query in that thread no one replies but when you make a thread for the query, mods delete it. Irony !!

The time I had joined there it was like a bunch of hate mongers and Ad threads.At that time these threads were known as spam threads which killed 75% of time of the mods but still with 6 mods at that time community was running very well and now with 10 moderators it feels like chaos.Every mod is into his own rules and it seems that not all mods agree with each other. Now people fear posting in any of the topic that they may get removed if any of the mod consider it as spaming. Trolling is fun and not every member can spend his time in HC or just fighting over religious issues. It is not all the time that IC video is released or IC awards happen Member want something different and just in a search of finding different they get banned


I know Azam,Vishal,Utkarsh.tushar,Nithya are doing a hard job to keep that community clean and spam free. But if active members have to suffer in it then is it worth it ? U enter IC and what u see : fight and sex - The Ever Hot Topic ! If someone tries to do something different sooner than later, he gets the action. Mods love few buttons: ban, remove, delete.


One thing mods should also know is that no one gives a damn to this community or any other community on orkut or facebook. And if it continues then it will not take much time for this comm to become a passenger train and the comm’s activeness will not be much more than IPFC or IR. Its Just because of so many rules that very less members are left active there and comm’s activeness is as good as any other comm on orkut !! who are active and keep the community alive are their just because they love the community and in return they don’t deserve a ban or remove just because he/she have spammed or a warning coz he/she is not behaving as a particular mod wants. Just think about it there are many communities on orkut but still we are
their coz we are IC ADDICTED


Becoming mod of India community is not a privilege it is a responsibility. Some mod thinks that just because he is a moderator he can utter anything he wants is not at all correct. Many people here consider IC their second home and people like me have found best friends through this community only. Let us love IC370 and not make us feel that IC is boring am just entering here coz I am addicted to it.

PS:Thank you Simran for getting my mistakes corrected :D

Jhumri Telaiya Blues

Most of the people think that Jhumri Telaiya is simply fake, a funny name just made by a bunch of creative people for lame humour. If you too think so then let me tell you that it is not. Jhumri Telaiya exists for real. It is the place where I have spent 20 years of my life and will continue to do so.It is the place where my father started his job in SBI and later settled with my mom. It is my hometown. For the first time I heard its name in a movie I felt that I live in such a famous place. But people don’t believe this even once I was scolded in my school for cracking jokes. One of my orkut friend Karamjeet had to search Google to know that if it existed for real and many of them get angry. A girl simply reject my friend request saying that I was fake profile now what can I do and tell them? simply provide Wikipedia links or so. Even nowadays no one believes Wikipedia and it cannot be seen in Google earth. When I was in DAV a sir joined here from Orissa I told that when he was said that he has to join Jhumri Telaiya he thought that they are joking with him and later he was scared to imagine what kind of place it would be later this sir ran away with a 12th class student and got married
. Jhumri Telaiya used to be a sort of political centre of Bihar as that one of the CM of Bihar Sri K.B Sahay was from here only and his grandson is a very good friend of mine and now it is of more importance in the politics of Jharkhand. In 20 years this place changed a lot. The grounds where we used to play cricket and football is now filled with houses. The place which never knew the meaning of Traffic jams has the Jams and the longest ones. Now accidents are increasing and now cases of Rapes and suicides also come in news. When I was in DAV that students used to be so simple and cool the thing was not that we didn’t used to talk with girls but there was decency and now it has reached to the extent of vulgarity. The skirts became so much short that the school Administration had to change the dress for girls to Salvar Suit :o. Of course the girls are damn hot here but most of them are so mean minded. It is not their fault small places resists in making a person broad minded. But it is not only about girls everyone there is the same lucky me that I my parents were not one of them
Jhumri Telaiya is the biggest centre for mica production or better say used to be. Once the whole place roads and everything used to be covered with mica dust so much that everyone had a shining effect on his face. Many parents of my rich friends are still in this business even today.And this is the business that made Jhumri Telaiya became famous.The story is the people then had nothing to do other than cutting mica and listening Vividh Bharti and they used to send their song requests on radio programs because of which Jhumri Telaiya became famous. Now mica is not so much found everywhere and only few of the mines are working now, One of them is Bandar Chua Mine. The natural view here is very nice. We have a Dam which is never heard in any of the geography books but it is a very good picnic spot. Then there are underground caves and a hill shines at daytime around 10 to 2 or so and a Waterfall about which I used to think that the liril soap ad was shot at this place only :P. After 10th class I went to Ranchi so I didn’t got much time to interact here. Still my school teachers give my example to mischievous students. I was so much famous that the bomb which I blasted in the chamber of the principle of my school in Ranchi became news here.
I did many things here and did all those things a person does in his life. The first porn I watched was at this place. Internet charges in 2002 used to be 50 rs an hour and I used this service twice a week. The first e mail ID I made and still I am using the same. I fell in love with the most beautiful girl of this world which started a group fighting between my group and his brother’s group which was later solved by a cricket series now he too is the best friend of mine. And then a series of girls with whom I kept falling in love on regular basis. I enjoyed my short fame after few of my singing competitions wins. I betrayed the girl who believed me like her brother, I still feel sorry for her and really miss her:( when she will meet me I will say sorry. I want too much to share but I don’t want to make it longer and more boring.
So next time you hear name of this place don’t laugh and try finding the song called chalo Jhumri Telaiya by Sudesh Bhosle its real funny

The Most Hated Person in Bangalore

In our life we meet many people. We like some we start hating some and remain neutral towards some. But hating someone to such an extent that you wish his to chop in pieces every time you see him and wish to throw those pieces in hot boiling oil. Strange na....I have the same kind of feeling towards someone and I want to do the same thing described above .I am talking about the bus conductors of Bengaluru.I haven’t seen so much rough and rude spoken people ever in my life. I feel the every conductor has the same father or mother who has taught them the same way to behave or maybe they all studied in the same school. Might be somewhere in Bengaluru there is a separate school for those who want to choose their career as bus conductor. They simply think that the bus in which he is taking tickets belongs to his own father and is obliging the passengers to travel in his bus. They feel their birth right to push a person standing and they themselves stand in the place where ladies are standing, what the hell. I myself have so many experiences with different type of conductors that I have started to feel that these conductors are only one person with some superhuman strength to be in different buses at the same time and power to change their face. Another problem occurs is of the language. Don’t know why I don’t understand what they say and they can’t make me understand what they want to say. It is simply like say something and do something stuff. I just wish that some fine day would come when I will get to fulfil my desire till now I am happy with abusing them at face that’s good that they don’t understand :D

Ban’Galore

No smoking no drinking no shoughting this is the place called Ban’galore or may be I have know the place like this only.The last time I had went to a fresher’s party of another college at a place zero G (zero gravity) The DJ was asking people not to make noise on the dance floor and at a moment he simply walked away when people continued to do so (but the girls were real sexy there).This was not his order but this is a rule here but how it is possible to prevent people from making noise on dance floore.
This is not an instance.The working bangalorian has no night life.The club timings here is just upto 11 PM or so.So an average bangalorian follows the rule of early to bed and early to rise. Even one cannot play music or party at his own place late in night or he may face some action against.Even or 31st night most of the clubs stopped playing loud music after 12 and most of the pubs closed after 1 PM or so.
I don’t know what Bangalore’s Admininstration actually wants to prove by putting ban on all this things.After 9 to 9 of working at his place people have right to get refreshed have some fun instead he is made to sleep at 11 pm.If Admininstration wants really to take some action or do really good then they should improve the traffic condition or make places free from stray dogs. I hope all the movements and steps being taken by people and newspapers may help making Bangalore a party city again