Aaj Bush to bahut huye hoge tum!!

Ustad Bushmillah khan se ab suniye Raag Iraqi.

A few days back when I woke up at about 11 o’clock in the morning. Subah jaldi uth gaya tha to socha kuchh yoga, exercise wagairah kar lu. But then I thought otherwise and escaped with a "jai baba Ramdev ki". (Jab tak chote bachhe school se wapas nahee aa jaate mai nahee uthta hu.).

And you would think call center me night shift lagi hai kyaa?? Call centers and call girls appear equally distant to me. And the amount of time i devote to studies these days is equal to the duration for which ustad Bushmillah khan practices on his harmonium. Abhi 2 maheene hai before kooding into the saaftware industry tab tak as abhinav says chill maarne do yaaro!!.

Then after paying due respect to the natural urges I pressed the bellybutton of my CPU cabinet. My good 'ol kompooter which is as obsolete as Raveena tandon and has processing speed comparable to Sabu's brain.( Arey chacha chaudhary ka dimaag to computer se bhi tez chalta hai..usse compare karne se kya faida) is my musibat ka saathi .

After switching it on I searched for the day's newspaper "THE HINDU" in the house (people say it is as boring as watching the movie 'I see you' with your Maths ka master sitting alongside).

After reading every word of it ( and even by hearting info like the phone numbers of various massage parlors and different shehro ke taapmaan) I checked with my 'Computer ji' which was switched on near about a decade ago... as expected just the taskbar was visible ( taskbar says : Sirjee icons ko phone kar diyaa hai !! bas kuchh der me aate honge..Aaj to Bus ki hadtaal hai naa sir.....arey Memory bus sarkar)..

kuchh der baad...

I checked my blog for overnight comments. I had posted some more about Vijay and Tina last evening and hoped that some of the Amreekan junta would hop over to Garam bheja fry and Commento-fy my post..( Bhole baba ki kripa se abhi tak koi post Duck par out nahee huaa hai...kam se kam Viagra bechne waale to comment kar hi dete hai :p).

But when I did scroll down to have a look at the number of comments displayed, my facial expression was like of one when on a dark night when its raining kutte-billi outside, you are alone at home. You are as hungry as a kid from Somalia and you just have the furniture and TV ka remote left to eat. Bijli kadking ominously outside. You brave the Rain and the Wind like Mother-India and reach the nearest grocery shop to get a Maggi ka packet. Somehow you return home and thank god. The bile juices flow like ganga jamuna. When you do tear the packet, Voila!! You don't find any 'Masala' satchet inside. Baahar kahee bijli girti hai. The firangs would roar "Daammmmmmnnnnn" at such an instant and the desi male junta have an special word reserved for such occasions.(nahee bataaunga!!).

And when i didn't find any comments on the post i looked over to the hit counter which looked like a jpg image, (arey pata nahee kab se ek hi jaisa dikhta hai!!). I am searching for a hit counter where the counter is a float variable.( decimal ke baad bhi do-teen digit dikhaaye..tab kuchh activity hogi mere hit counter par).

Enraged by the treatment the blogosphere has bestowed on to this blog I swear to never post again here. But then Orkut ki kasam aap jaise log aate ho to accha lagta hai.

Iss baar comment karoge to Ustad Bushmillah khan ke concert ke free passes dunga. Pakka!!

Aslam chacha ki kasam :)