State of Mind . . .

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't!
If you'd like to win, but you think you can't,
It's almost certain you won't..

If you think you'll lose, you're lost;
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind..

If you think you're outclassed, you are;
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself
Before you 'll ever win the prize..

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the person who thinks he can . . .

As I Mature

I've learned u cannot make some1 love you.
All u can do is stalk them and hope they panic n give in.

I've learned no matter how much i care,
somepeople are just assholes.

I've learned tht it takes years to build up trust,
and it takes only suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned u shud not comapare urself to others -
They are more screwed up than u think.

I've learned tht we are responsible for wht we do,
Unless we r celebrities.

I've learned regardless how hot and steamy a relationship is at first,
and passion fades, and there had better be
a lot of materialistic pleasures to take its place.

I've learned tht 99% of times when somethings isnt working in your house,
one of ur kids did it.

I've learned tht the people u care most about in life,
are taken awaya from u too soon,
and all the less important ones just never go away.

Love You in Silence

You came into my life
Quietly, simply, tenderly...
The world stood stillI could not say a word
Nor a single gestured showed.

The feeling kept in my heart
So I've loved you in silence
Worshipped you from a distance
And dreamt of you so often.

I want to say I Love You,
But I'm afraid...Afraid that you'll just take it for granted.
In silence then, I'll just love you.
In silence I'll find...The fulfillment of my dreams.

Terrible 10 Days

Pst 10 days been not so good. Everything was turning on the wrong side with only bad news coming from everywhere.

My Canada visa got delayed for a month coz when I went to the VFS centre I learnt tht I can’t put in my Visa papers for study permit. It can be done only in the 90 day period from the date of commencement of the course. Now all the bank statements which was quite painful work to hv got them done will hv to be made again,a ll afresh. The reason is I hv been quite hyper with my visa stuff coz if thts not happening I need to move ahead with other things.

To add more to the misery I realized tht with the offer from UC Berkeley, behind it my counselor had sent me offer letter from UCLA which I didn’t see. I was so busy with exams n stuff tht I cudnt even speak to my counselor. Now when I go to meet him and he asked me why didn’t I accept the offer from both of them coz by now I wud hv got my i20’s. Its only then I realize tht I had 2 offer letters but I was so disappointed with the program module offered at UC Berkeley tht I didn’t go thru all the papers n wht I had got at UCLA was exactly I was looking for. Now the thing is the deadline is over to accept the offer so makes me left with a feeling OH GOD WHY !!!! I always thought I cudnt get thru UCLA n UC Berkeley and was expecting a rejection from them and having got offers makes me feel in mess cuz I cudnt accept them.. tht was all I wanted all this while….

To add more I was with Momsi (Kay’s mum aka Sheela aunty) and 2 days with her n her senti talks made me feel worse. To add more I met with an accident at churchgate I got 20 stiches, feel like killing tht bastard on the bike or rather ask god if he was planning to call me to meet him. This is the second time in pst 2 months tht I was saved from death’s call. Last time while we were in cab at colaba suddenly the door opened n I was going to fall out of the cab where other cars wud hv passed over me if Janavi wudnt hv had good reflexes and hold my hand n pulled me inside I wud hv been dead, I still get goose bums when I think bout it. Seen death so close !!!

With busy fri n sat at KC with TY practicals exams and working there as an internal biochemistry expert for the uni exams, was completely exhausted. Sunday morning while I was trying to relax with the painful stiches as I cudnt sleep night before I get a call bringing more bad news tht Anish lost his father, almost entire day went with him. With the absolute silence between us, we hv never been so quite whenever we hv met. The fun, pranks n lots of talking, but this was so different. We knew nothing n wht to say n wht cud hv been done. Getting back home from there, I got lost in thoughts, the situation got over me. I really started thinking a few things n they are still on my mind.. don’t know how to get out of it… ewwwwww

Damn...

Its 9.30 pm n hv an exam tomo at 11.. n the best thing is i had 3 days off n i hvnt studied a word with 5 units on i.e. 15 chapters.... n the best part is i still dont feel like studying yet...

i guess this time i m seriously not interested in giving exmas n dont care with the outcome as far as i pass... hehe with most of the people who know me are with words like... 'bhanva bes', 'padhne jao', cant u study for the last remaining days, just finish it off... plzzz plzz will u study...

All this has been said by my loving friends... i only thank tht they care for me so much and appreciate it but i genuinely am not interested giving exams this time... okie whtever it is wid one gone tomo will be left with one on wed... n then i will be free from this mess... hehehe... plz dont worry people i wont let u guys down... will definately pass the exams, at this point cant afford to fail in exams... hehehe hahaha

Moral Policing for making out in the city..

This summer of love, as Mumbai’s promenades, dwindling parks and gritty beaches are transformed to enchanted Xanadus and young couples whisper sweet nothings in the din of traffic, it will require a great deal of magic to keep those heart-shaped red ballons flying.

For, there is trouble in paradise. Among the complaints about canoodling couples that were scattered in the papers this week, was this particularly strange one. A Bandra woman grumbled tht entwined lovers on the seafront gave voyeuristic – and therefore, perverse – pleasure to men from rural areas, whose partners were in far-off hinterlands. This voyeurism raised a law n order issue, the daily inferred, as the “perverts” passed lewd comments at women.

Protest against street sexual harassment we certainly should, but the not on tht only rural migrants are voyeurs reflects our blinkered – and biased – urban view. It over looks the definition of voyeurism, which states tht ne1 observing, an act without knowledge of the actors is a voyeur. When intimacy is forced into open as it is in our city, isn’t every1 who glances at public displays of affection a voyeur, even without willing it?

I hv seen romance travelled to the shore in search of these brave but vulnerable twosomes, lovers who didn’t hv their private nook. Searching for the flattest rock, the least crowded and least shitty corner of the places like Juhu, Versova, Silver beach and Bandstand. I’ve seen the backs of men n women, huddled on to their interlocked fingers; his arms slung around her neck helped build their cocoon. They hv withstood invading glances, defined tradition and acted ‘improperly’ in public, but only in a neighborhood where no one knew them,

The Thought Police, the Moral Brigade and Neighbourhood Aunty have, in collusion, decided to put a stop to this burgeoning meance. Space is at premium and not to be trifled with by misguiding young couples looking for a bit of nookie. But, its not just space tht lovers want, away from the eyes of magisterial parents and state authorities. Space must also mutate in tandem with the dynamics of love. For those who are fortunate, the move is easy, from Barista to one’s apartment. For those with shallow pockets, this is time of change. The free salt water spray of Marine Drive gives way to the challenges of negotiating with sordid with rat-faced men over a soiled bedsheet, a room with a cracked water jar and a constant dipping into the pockets. Welcome to the world of Madh and Gorai shacks and Hotels called Red Rose.

This is the end of romance for such people. From this moment onwards all space is to be negotiated, fought for and horded. He police books and fine’s the lovers under the sections 110 and 117 of the Bombay Police Act(1951) its tht old n hvnt been revived since then. This ambiguous section dosnt define wht constitutes indecency and is thus open to interpretation. Our men in uniform hv interpreted cuddling – not defecating in public or kissing on celluloid – obscene. They reported lovers “indecent” behaviour to their parents, hoping perhaps, to shame the lovers into hiding.

But despite this moralistic finger-waving, lovers hvnt been deterred from seeking their perfectly paradoxical privacy in public. The raids might hv tried to make the public space heavily controlled, but like hawkers who return after the BMC demolitions their streetside shops, like commuters who got back on the train after 7/11, the lovers are here to stay in their transient asylums of invisibility.

But love like corruption, finds a way. And no matter wht lies at the end of the road, whether marigolds, a hurried sms, or a greasy outstretched palm, one is still reminded of Vyjanthimala and Raj Kapoor in Sangam: ‘”Tere man ki Ganga aur mere man ki jamuna ka bol Radha bol Sangam hoga ki nahi???”
And oh yes ,”hoga hoga HOGA”

Many Times In My Life

God has always been kind to me in his own special way n guided me all this way.... So...

Many times in my life I have disappointed you,
and begun to stray.
But you have pointed me in the right direction,
and sent me on my way.

Many times in my life I've needed a helping hand,
and someone to pull me up.
It was you who gave that helping hand,
and always cheered me up.

Many times I've been sad and down,
and taken it out on you.
But you stood by me and comforted me,
In times that I was bad.

Many times I've needed support,
and to know someone was there.
It was you who held me up,
and showed me how to care.

Many times I've wanted to thank you for this,
But never got a chance.
You have helped me out in life,
and got me where I am.

You were there for me through thick and thin,
You never gave up on me and you taught me how to care.
From the deepest of my heart I want to thank you,
for being there for me in times of good or bad.

Pathetic exam

I guess this is the worst exam i hv ever written. Infact this was for the first time tht i actuallly had studied everything without leaving nething as an option... i thought this time i will definately do well... believe me i never studied so hard n diligently even during my graduating exam but yet i topped. And what was the result of studying so hard where i wonder if i wud score 30 out of 75. Isnt tht pathetic.

But i guess hard work for me is not equal to doing well in papers during exams. So i guess for the remaining 3 papers i stick to my original self, study wht u feel like n leave the things u r not interested. i guess this works for me n i write well in papers n land up scoring well.

Okies whatever happend is fine. It hardly matters to me now. I just want to finish this thing at any cost. i know tht i am not going to fail so it dosnt matter.

To feel Sunny, use a Shield

While reading bout spirituality in the newspaper and to wht I read, the thing tht came to my mind was tht people keep asking me how do I keep my cool n remain smiling in bad, stressed n tense situations, n the immense amount of peace n content they find on my face… I never had ne answers to their question and the only thing tht I land up answering was – That’s just me…. But I guess this might just answer their question, I hv never put ne efforts on myself but these things hv come naturally to me…

Insulation is critical in life. b4 u touch a hot object u must insulate ur fingers from the heat. Tht’s y dishes hv heat-resistant handles. Similarly, to live life happily, without stress, one needs internal insulation.

Each one of us is a free spirit, a free soul; and most of the times we are unaware of our spirits. That is y knowledge of self is ultimate insulation – know urself. That is when you can maintain an unaffected grace and a harmony that is immune to fluctuations in the world. As William Arthur Ward said, “A cloudy sky is no match for a sunny disposition.” Without insulation you get angry when the world does not meet ur expectations and shocked when calamities strike.

Modern technology makes things more difficult. Earlier the only means of communication was snail mail; now email, chats n webcams prolong the misery. You become a torn entity with the body in one place and the mind in another.The intellect is swamped with so much information that it gets confused and bewildered. For every decision, there are so many options to choose from that the intellect breaks down (I swear to god.. sometimes I think I’d better not had choices)

Only a spiritual person who has reinforced the inner personality and has insulated himself from the onslaught of the world can enjoy technological gizmos. Spirituality definitely comes as a great rescue and it makes u feel serene. Give it a try, a few mins in temple sitting n doing nothing, I mean nothing, u’ll enjoy the peace and feel life isn’t tht bad after all. A Nintendo game can only be enjoyed by an adult; the child agonizes over winning or losing. Only a Shoaib Akhtar can enjoy the battling, bowling and fielding skills of players during an India-Australia match. The rest of us are too gripped with the thought: will we win or not.

Believe me the day u accept the life the way it comes to u, u’ll develop this insulation. Once you develop this internal insulation without neither being too much optimistic nor being pessimist but being practical n accept things the way they are, they wont seem to be good, bad or ugly but something tht came with time and will pass away with time. It wud be like a dancer performing on stage. An accomplished dancer presents a picture of grace and charm. The complicated synchrony of song, rhythm and emotion is portrayed effortlessly and she is able to lift her audience to a high.

The world provides you with the musical accompaniment. You are the dancer who has to learn the art of dancing to the beat. Then you become a picture of grace, beauty and charisma. If you’re not tuned in, you can fall out of rhythm with world and lose your balance. The thought of true, pure n free soul within you keeps you in balance. Its lifts you from the world of finitude and takes you to a realm of content, integrity and infinity.

Drained...

I read this and a few things just flashed my mind and saw myself in it... so wanted it to put it down.. not putting nething across ne one...

I tried my best to conquer, I tried my best to win
I thought my mind was powerful, seems its just oblivion
I'm sorry for the burdens I have laid on you
I tried my best to see that our love would be true
I had my friends and loved ones once upon a time
I risked my own sweet life just so you'd be mine
I have my reasons for being with you
I wish I could explain it, I'll try to prove it soon
I used to be so mighty, I used to be so great
but of course when you came around I lost my ruling place.
You will not admit it, as you shut me up,
You are my true copy such mimicking luck
The stars had crossed our paths yours upon mine
or perhaps it was something greater, you'll knowin your own time.
And as I lie here weakened by your words
the Almighty in me will repeat itself
before I turn into one of your works,
You always tell me you're the best as you brag and gloat
I see my strength being drained,
as a zombie Iwill mope.
Like for everyone else, I am your true source,
You rely on me, although I'm dumb and weak
I shall show you someday, I will make you see.
Andwhen I do recover, and be the great one I truly am
I will love you forever and ever till the end.

- By Krystal A. Cox

She Won't Cry

You see the pain
that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.No, she won't cry.

You see the anger
that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.No, she won't cry.

You see the fear
that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears
is but a disguise,
She won't cry.No, she won't cry.

You see the hope
that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart
has been bled,
She won't cry.No, she won't cry.

You see the love that lies within,
But she shall never love again,
She won't cry.No, she won't cry.

You see death's hand
that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.No, they won't cry.

GRADUATION and BEYOND

Life is enjoyed most
When we complete big tasks,
And graduating from college
Often provides us with a thrill that lasts.

Saying goodbye to friends
that we may not see again,
gives way to our respective futures,
and career opportunities without end.

Of course, professors should be remembered too
But the things that are probably remembered
most,
Are the ideas discovered, and the problems solved,
Which were only achieved, thanks to our own great resolve.

Truly, what lies ahead may seem very uncertain,
But life well go on, as we try to peek behind every curtain,
In many ways it's like Christmas again and again,
As we go through life's portals,
always trying to meet new friends.

And in the end when life is nearly through
And when we ask ourselves what more do we
need to do,
The answer that should come is that It was
all good,
And that we really did get done all the
things that we should.

MARRIAGE is OUT, WEDDINGS are IN !!

As the caravan of hi-profile happily ever-afters rolls by, be it Lizzie ‘n’ Arun, or Ash n AB junior or your neighbourhood Khanna/Goyal/Mehta/Iyer WEDS Tanna/Banerjee/Shah/Subramanium who am I to proclaim such heresy against marriages/weddings u might ask. The voice of reason, may be. Or just of a harried human being shuttling between endless weddings of close friends and few more coming my way, who amidst the innumerable sangeet performances, frozen group photos and varied buffet fare, has had a eureka! Moment into the paradoxes of modern relationships.

The key mantra on marriage frm nosy aunts n hitched friends alike is tht no 1 is perfect, you have to make the best of wht u get, make a practical decision to ensure future comforts and yes, adjust adjust and ADJUST! Heady n absolute love is almost never mentioned; infact it’s frowned upon, as if the presence of it means tht the relationship’s aren’t marriage-worthy! And Chemistry?? Bah, tht grows, given time; look at your parents!!!

But wht of marriages tht hv adjustments, compromises and an adequately low dose of chemistry? Has it preluded the scores of men n women from being lonely within these socially sanctified havens of companionship? Has it prevented them from seeking tht elusive companionship from colleagues, frinds,exes and even strangers? And has it prevented some from exiting the institution altogether, leaving behind them a trail of spouse, children, litigation and bitterness?

I am routinely amazed by couples who make light of their non-existent sex life after a few years of marriage in newspaper columns n radio channels. Are these the same marriages we see all around us today where couples walk in hand-in-hand for parties and go home n sleep in separate beds (or worse, others bed)? Only because divorce is messier for the reputation and heavier on bank balances?

As the boundaries of mortality blur, we r left confused whether love and lust can coexist, whether broken families can spawn happy and functional children n whether a dose of mendacity might be the best thing to keep a marriage going.

Is it a wonder then tht in the midst of these shifting parameters, as marriages get more n more fragile, the wedding proceedings get more n more elaborate? 5-hr ceremonies, obscure rituals, expensive designer outfits (I remem Neha saying, “my reception lehnga is done by Ritu Kumar”) are some of the recurring motifs of modern weddings. Multiple celebrations are de rigueur. Add the word ‘celebrity’ (may be small identified person u hv known, use him to ur glory by seeing to it tht celebrity’s presence is noticed) to this cocktail and presto and every service provider worth his salt from candle makers to the paani puri supplier getting two nanoseconds of glory for the show out.

Has tradition become the log we clutch on to as we step into unknown tides of modern marriage?

I suspect no one is the wiser as to wht works and wht dosent, but at the cost of being branded cynic, I can say tht an entire industry of marriage-aids in the form of designers, caterers, hotels, soothsayers, decorators n many other are making a killing n how! Oh sorry, did I leave out the fourth estate?

As for me, I can confirm to hv run out of time, energy and money for any more weddings…. Including my own. But MARRIAGE ??? well. I still want one of those !!!!

I write this after talking to Neha for 73 mins 8 secs over the phone bout her WEDDING coming up on 15th May….

Smile..

Smile is an infection
you catch it like a flu
when some one smiled at me 2day,
I started smiling too.

I passed arround the corner,
and someone saw my grin,
when he smiled i realized
I'd passed it to him.
I thought about that smile
Then i Realized its worth,
A single smile ,just like mine
could travel round the earth.

SO if u feel a smile begin
don't leave it undetected
Let's start the epidemic quick
And get the world infected !!!!!

Cricket n Shakira thru the day..

Today throughout the day i did nuthing other thn bickering bout the Indian team n poor performance last night... attented a few calls n heard gallis coz yest i told a few guys tht India is not winning the match... never mind day is gone so is the match...

i dont believe tht i chatted so much throughout the day.. i did not allow aasutosh to sleep n continued with out chat(hez damn sweet, he didnt mind staying up late).... we started chatting at around 11 am my time till 3.00 pm.. i was on orkut n i read the testimonial vishal wrote for me n he called me a bitter muskmellow.. n while i was removing other testimonials i by mistake deleted his... other thn tht one line he had really written nice things... n i called him to write it again.... n he did it but in the new testimonial he called me a daaku :( (i guess i can be 1.. hehe).... with tht even aashutosh wrote me a nice testimonial... so far pretty good day till 5.00 pm

Tomo is Shakira's concert n i so wanted to go for it but i really did not hv those executive passes n did want to go for it standing rght at the back in the crowd.. i know god listen's to me n hv awesome frnds..Bunny called up n said he managed to get 3 executive passes rghtin the front.... Wow.. i m gonna hv fun tomo... the bad thing with this is Bunny dropped vinit for the concert.. its ohk he'll watch on TV... i m all charged for shakira's concert.. yipee

Sex and the City

Things men can learn watching 'Sex and the City'. Men make your peace with it and begin to use it to your advantage !!!

5. Modern women can be suspicious and cynical about romantic gestures
Evidence: Carrie chastises a Russian painter for reading love poem to her
Lesson learned: Outside of the big holidays, valentine's day and christmas, attempts to providewomen with romantic gifts are generally futile.

4. Women can sabotage their relationships to make them fail
Evidence: Samantha cheated on her boyfriend and even told him before she did it. why? Because she was nervous about being in a long term relationship and was hoping to use her infidelity as a means to push him away.
Lesson learned: When a relationship goes sour, know that there is a good chance it wasnt beer and sports tht drove your girlfriend away; it was her own neurosis.

3. Women like to drink
Evidence: Women on the show open their mouth for 3 reasons: talking, eating and pounding back liquor.
Lesson learned: Alcohol is the quickest way to bring basic human drives - such as agression, sadness and most importantly, sex - to the forefront of any social interaction This reminds me of an sms i recieved - whn luv fails emotion works, whn emotions fail memories work, when memeories fail words work, when words fail tears work and when everything fails - 90 ml of vodka - it definately works... hehe

2. Despite their cynicism about romance, the word 'love' is still very important to women
Evidence: Though Carrie and her boyfriend went to a party together, she had no problem leaving with one of the waiters. Because the boyfriend hadn't told her he loved her yet, and in the words of Carrie Bradshaw, "Everything before 'I Love You' just dosent count."
Lesson learned: The word love has become a key marker that often determines when a relationship becomes monogamous. This means tht even if you think you are in an exclusive relationship, unless you've dropped the "L-bomb" there is a good chance she is still assessing the other romantic options available to her.

1. All women are different
Evidence: There is a reason no man has been able to capture more than one heart from the ‘Sex and the City’ gang: All women are different, and works for one woman in the realm of romance might not work for another.
Lesson learned: Just because most women have changed their values and norms when it comes to sex and relationships, it doesnt mean tht their personalities hv become synchronized as well. (I particularly agree to this lesson)

Yummmmmm

Its been 10 days tht mum is out of town n i hv been in the kitchen.. though this time mumz left a cook since exams are coming by n i know y so much of extra pampering... but i guess when mumz out i get to experiment in the kitchen with cooking... since i dont hv to do the usual chapati, sabji stuff this time, i hv all the time to cook something else,so whts on the menu.... Desserts !!!

For the first time i tried making gajar ka halwa... i had no idea how to make it but had seen mum once or twice adding things while making the halwa... so i used lil cooking sense tht i have n managed to make it.. though i never wanted to make a fool of myself so after it was ready i tasted it myself.. n to my surprize it turned out really well.. when i served it to dad he was surprized to see the gajar halwa.... hehe.... dad n sis enjoyed the halwa n they liked it so much tht in bout 3 hrs they finished it n it was around 1 kg....

Next day it was time to bake some cake... i hv tried a couple of times n everytime something goes wrong... so this time i bake it.. cake was looking fine but i had no guts to taste it.. n since all my experimental outcomes are tried on my sis, she was really happy tht i turned out well but thought tht the cake cud hv been a lil soft but was quite good in taste... this cake got over in like 2 days n dad felt like hving more so next day i baked it again n it turned out really well..... practice definately makes man perfect....

Now in all this i made quite a few other things chocolates & ice cream.... n this time nothing was wasted n nothing i made had to be thrown into the bin..... i m really glad bout it... now blunder is, mum left back 1 kg of cocoa powder n a pack a kashmiri kesar (saffron) which is really expensive (125 Rs. for 1 gm) n all of tht is over in like lil more thn 10 days...... All the ice creams, chocolates, cakes, brownies.... all of them chocolate flavoured... the thing is like when mum comes back its fine with the cocoa powder coz only i use it but with tht kesar getting over shez gonna kill me...not coz it was expensive but u hardly get it here... its the best quality n she had bought it n really used it carefully only while making kheer for special occasions.... i will hv to put the blame on dad for it.. i know thts the only way out n she wont say nething.... but whtever it is i really enjoyed cooking this time.... now with food i surely can make some good deserts.. hehe...

Wht a relief getting outta the depression

Since a couple of weeks there hv been good discussions at my place on I shud be going to the US rather going to Canada. Last week with my sis in law's visa being rejected n two of my other fnds visa's being rejected just added the not needed oil to the fire.. All these events led me to thinking so much tht i almost landed up being in depression..

Its not tht i hv a prob going to the US but i'm not in for doing another MS, n most importantly i'm looking towards getting outta this place for better work opportunities in terms of career in biotechnology with putting in minimum amount of time studying. Taking US into consideration i will hv to give in almost lil more than 2 yrs for a research based MS n as far as MBA goes i need to hv close to 2 yrs of full time work experience to get into a good B school... I really cant wait for so long, i've become really become impatient these days. Looking at the on job senario of biotech here im mumbai is equal to none, n i cant go to ne other city here in India.

I became too pessimist bout getting a visa which led to me being depressed. I so felt like talking to someone but i really had nothing to say coz my fear was quite baseless. I really behaved stupid n harrowed the hell outta Abhi n Chaitanya. But i was really feeling miserable. Thanks to Abhi, he helped me get out of this depression, which was so much imp coz i hv my final sem coming up (god, i guess we spoke on the phone for like freaking 4 hrs at a stretch not letting him sleep n yea tht was quite a few $'s i made him spend)

I guess i'm feeling better, will hope for the best. On a lighter note, If i get visa to canada, will be the best thing coz i really wanna go ther (its everything n the way i wanted), n if it dosent happen thn i guess i m really happy in mumbai n get on to job with a lil compromise on not getting into biotech. Keeping fingers crossed n good amount of positive spirits, i hope to hv things rolling my way... ab delhi door nahi..hehe

Russell Peters Accents Clip

I love this man..i appreciate people who can digest his humour and have a good laugh..