global recession and my train waitlist

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h1: so you see, its a bad situation out there and everywhere.
me: hmm... economies and finances all on down-hill. how about your business?
h1: its slow in comparison. but in one segment its interestingly growing. the cause and effect is amazing!
me: and whats that?
h1: see, this is a healthy season, so sales is already slow of our pharma products. but in the market, Anti-depression drugs are doing quite well! because of recession, markets are plunging, business are taking hit, money is lost and so more people are in depression.
me: and so more of that drug is selling. great! i suppose same will be the case in cigarrettes and alcohol.
h1: presumably yes, if we can cross-check with the figures. its all the effect of macro-economy!
and not only that, this recession and the resulting depression is sending people here to the camps of those saints who teach yoga and other techniques to relax your mind. like that Ramdev baba! his shivir (camp) is booked for next two years!
me: and others must be going to some picnic spots and tourist destinations to take a break. oh! now i see, why my wait-listed train ticket to home is not getting confirmed! there's no room!
h1: hahaha. you'll be going home, standing, through the overnight journey by the blessings of Global Recession!
me: great! *sigh... hehehe. the market fall should have happened after i had reached home for Diwali

was just trying to help

i regularly check the tyres of my bike for any sharp objects that might have stuck in the rubber and may damage the tube inside while running. have recovered pins, sharp gravels, glass, nail etc.
this morning i parked my bike and just noticed a nail, buried half, in the rear tyre of another bike beside mine. so, with all good intentions, i went and started pulling it out. it was quite thick and used some extra efforts. but i was glad to work to prevent another puncture and a hapless rider!
then, when it was loose enough and about to come out, a faint sssss... sound started. the nail had already punctured the tyre! a late caution thought came up '*stop! this is a tubeless tyre. it won't deflate until the nail is in. leave it. atleast the guy can take it to a punture shop riding. pull the nail out and u'll pull all the air out and he'll be pulling his bike all the way! stop...!' but, as always, it was too late. the piercing had already started hissing and with a very slight tuck, the nail was out. i saw the poor man's bike slowly lowering towards ground, whisling tunelessly. i tried to put back the nasty nail in the hole to plug it but now it wont go in. withing seconds... flat!
no one noticed what i was doing at the rear of a bike in the parking lot. i placed the mighty nail on the seat and... ran for cover!
sorry buddy, was just trying to help!

must have songs

if interested in Hindi music, these are must haves in ur music library:
~ Pehla nasha pehla khumaar (Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar)
~ Ye jo des hai tera (Swades)
~ Saanson ki zarurat hai jaise (Aashiqi)
~ Dooba dooba rehta hoon (Boondein)
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the list will keep growing

advertising myself

just remembered the infinite loop error. goto the following link! :)
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why not use this opportunity? have started writing 'prose'! (haha... as if i know how to write a plain text) of course am not at all good at it. just a break from the loop...
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they have sworn on my name

5 of my friends have sworn
its either me or himesh reshamia for them
they wont give any heed to this guy's any produce from any part of his body or its imagery. they would also try to avoid looking at him when he guest appears on their favourite reality shows.
two of them have even committed that they will try to mute or change the chanel in perfect sync so as to avoid him or his voice.
few have said that they will take a longer route for commute again to avoid the halls where his new movie is being screened.
they would also try to rescue their friends and friends of friends from his effect.
and just in case they are affected by him by any means, they will get their head shaved, have a bath with Gangajal and will goto a temple and perform a purification ritual.
my friends bestest!

no name :(

me: i love my bike
h1: why? it doesn't even has an original name!
me: huh?
h1: search google. bike primarily means bicycle or simply cycle
me: i love my motorbike
h1: still no individuality
me: it has another name! motorcycle!
h1: ahemm!
me: #@$%#%~*&~$$$%#%#@ i... i ride a noname thingy :(
h1: worse is how much you have spent on nothing till date

binary sugar cubes

h1: two teabags?
me: less than this, i dont get the taste of tea and its just like hot sugary drink.
h1: ah... i recall, whats that 'sugarubes are binary thing' on ur page?
me: see these sugarcubes. they are either one or none. unless you try and break them and thats not easy.
h1: hmm, my coffee is either too sweet or too plain. they should keep sugar and spoon instead.
me: my tea is just right. i applied the fuzzy logic to the binary cubes!
h1: how?
me: i put in two cubes, stir a little and then pick out one which is half dissolved and throw it out.
h1: cool! but its national wastage you are creating
me: i'll create more of a moral wastage by cursing the cube makers and other people around me after having a very sweet or very bland tea
h1: hmm... hey! then teabags are binary as well (*wink) got you here! ... wait... no, (*sigh) you can soak them as long as you need
me: u have a fuzzy logic but of no use