tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78380537180748021002012-02-16T15:35:57.716+05:30As there is no smoke without fire, there is no stink without shit. Whenever shit happens, stink follows. That's the universal truth.midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-31340739155127021212008-04-04T02:05:00.002+05:302011-09-24T23:53:36.978+05:30

“Only trust thyself, and another shall not betray thee.” William Penn quotes (English Quaker leader and Founder of Pennsylvania, 1644-1718)

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MCGM (Municipal Corporation of Greater Mumbai) officials say that approximately 8,000 people, from all across the country and neighboring countries (Bangladesh and Nepal) come to Mumbai everyday. 3000 out of them train and educate themselves (enhance their skill set) to become taxi and auto drivers. 3700 people start working with their Bhai log and help them in their various businesses like

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-87549944124759890722007-10-28T15:23:00.004+05:302011-04-23T01:01:59.344+05:30

Since this is not a geek blog, we will try and keep this post as simple as possible. While talking to one of a senior cell phone executives, I was amazed to know a fact which kind of creeped me out. The person said that the police and your cellular network provider knows exactly where you are in the world to within a hundred metres. You know how a cell phone works? It primarily communicates

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-68124596917559265372007-05-13T22:47:00.001+05:302010-11-29T13:40:59.314+05:30

I recently read "Lust for life", a novel on the life of Vincent Van Gogh. Its a brilliant piece of work which mesmerises you, from the page one. Anyone who reads it, will be intrigued by this entertaining and deeply passionate novel. I felt the bruises on my arms every time one of Vincent's intense crushes denied him and every time ignorant critics laughed at his work. It confronted the problems

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धीरै धीरै रे मनः धीरै सुब कुछ होए,माली सींचे सो घरा, ऋतू आये फल होय

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I was coming back to Mumbai from Pune, recently and was sitting at the booking office of Neeta Bus Service. Its on Jangli Maharaj Road which is housed in the most rundown piece of shit, structure anyone have ever seen. The less said, the better. The booking guy told us that the journey will take around 3 hours from Jangli Maharaj road to reach Sion, in Mumbai. While we were waiting for the bus

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The amount of money we guys have given to various Dentists over a period of 20 years, is not funny. I think, its time to employ our own, a good looking, sweet, nice smile, young, female Dentist. Our own family dentist on call. Does anyone know a good looking woman dentist who wants to work with us on a regular basis. Qualifications flexible because we have pretty good experience ourselves,

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-60161005403358813292007-04-20T02:29:00.004+05:302011-04-23T01:03:23.068+05:30

My friend has a kick ass theory on relationships and happiness. Its known as theory of "koi fight hai" 'koi fight nahin". This is one of the best theories which has hit the management philosophy scene in the last couple of years. Peter Drucker was so happy with this theory ( when he was alive) that he mentioned the theory in his latest book. Poor soul died and could not really talk about, either

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And I was always given the impression that you were working in Mumbai, Juju.

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you should be ashamed of yourself. Polluting mother Earth.

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This is how a feni factory looks like from the outside. Its normally concealed in such a manner to avoid people peeping in. Feni enjoys the status of Cottage Industry in Goa, so anyone can just start making it.I was in Goa on a business trip. One day, I asked my host to show me a typical Feni Distillery. I think, she laughed and took me to the her neighbour's place. After seeing the way typical

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-35513582681964155542007-04-09T18:50:00.001+05:302010-11-29T13:43:04.670+05:30

The airport authority is spending some few millions on the upgrading the airports. Just spend some money on a half decent announcement system, which makes it easier for us to understand which flight are they talking about. The sound system is so shitty, ( I can bet ) that even if they abuse people, nobody will understand. Ladies and gentleman, you all are *** ****** ***** ******** ********* ***

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-71645658768978112822007-04-09T18:33:00.001+05:302010-11-29T13:43:16.404+05:30

The flight gets delay because an Indian Airline plane force lands, in the morning. So this aircraft is still on the runway, making every flight late by an hour. I just hope that they don't make me wait longer, with these guys. Just looking at them, makes me hungry.

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Yesterday, I went to visit someone who lives in Safdarjung Enclave. Now,  I, live at a place called Gurgaon, which is roughly 20 Kms from Safdarjung Enclave. I was delayed by a good, one hour and could sense the disappointment around me. Today, I want to take this opportunity of explaining to them, the reasons for my delay. According to a study done recently, New Delhi has the largest

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I was not actually surprised to read in Today's Newspaper, that Shakti Kapoor was slapped, woman handled, cursed and beaten up in Ujjain, a city in MP, by a women's group. I have a long association with MP and understand the capabilities of its women, fully well. The more I read the story, the more I started smiling. I have actually seen the aggression of women from MP. There is something in

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-42086975073006370362007-04-04T01:25:00.000+05:302007-04-04T02:09:46.674+05:30

有空穴来风,毫无拉屎无臭味. 每当拉屎的情况,臭气熏天以下. 就是普遍真理. 这是一种疯狂的官方日志、懒惰、underachiver能力. Car il n'y a aucune fumée sans feu, il n'y a aucune merde sans puanteur. Toutes les fois que la merde se produit, la puanteur suit. C'est la vérité universelle. C'est le weblog officiel d'un underachiver fou, paresseux, capable. Da es keinen Rauch ohne Feuer gibt, gibt es keine Scheiße ohne Gestank. Wann immer Scheiße

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Car gets towed twice. Radiator Breaks. The coffee was bekar. The draft did not get cleared. Stomach upset. No walks for 3 days. The DVD players stops working. The client acts like a child. Barber is sick with flu. No more music. Only shirt, torn. Take home Chinese sucked. Lift too slow. Neighbour's Dog has not barked. The letters, still incomplete. The new Red Wine is worse than Piss. Internet

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We were doing some wildlife photography for one of our clients. We were in our twin seater charted helicopter and were pleased with the day's work. As the day was coming to an end, we were packing our equiptment. All of a sudden, we saw this guy running into the thick jungle. Our pilot, who had great experience working with world renowned photographers, took a sharp turn and made the chopper run

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-4700606453635895052007-03-29T22:40:00.001+05:302010-11-29T13:45:27.510+05:30

I am quite enjoying posting stupid comments and intelligent stories on my blog. This blog's traffic has increased 2300%, since the last month and majority of the readers have started hating me. I think, its a good sign. Hate is the first step to love. People will, start loving me also,one day. Its just a matter of few more bloody years. The more one uses the blog, the more he/she understands

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-50331252376513975352007-03-25T16:24:00.001+05:302009-08-21T21:38:17.660+05:30

Everyone of us knows that the bloggers are the most intelligent species on this universe. Including me.The best part is that most of us ( 98.9%) according to a survey, are very creative when it comes to picking up blog names. Over a period of few months, I've been send e-mails by hundreds of bloggers requesting them to mention them in my blog. After all, my blog traffic is one of the highest, in

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-17582778999934650242007-03-24T14:11:00.001+05:302010-06-10T14:44:17.081+05:30

I try and go for long walks on Band Stand with two of my friends. The time generally is late evening, when one can see and say hello to Salman Khan and Katrina Kaif. This time of the day is generally quite with not many "Tourists" eating Bhutta and enjoying the sea. By this time, most of the Pani Puris and sookha bhel guys start packing up their stuff and are on the verge of leaving. You can

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-49040919381252417002007-03-19T23:35:00.000+05:302007-03-27T14:37:11.348+05:30

My friend who happens to be the biggest gamer in the world, told me about this game (the game, which is embedded on top left on this blog). This is the most addidtive game in the whole wide world. If you don't trust me, try it for couple of minutes. The idea is to kill the creeps before they reach the end of the maze. You do this by building attacking towers on the grass around the maze.To build

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I know few young brats in their 20's that are real pain in the ass. No, they are not arrogant or ill mannered but they suffer from a certain type of socio disorder, which is becoming quite popular with the new generation of young executives. They are the new "Social nitwits." When most of us carry cell phones, few of the lucky, successful kinds, carry Blackberries from RIM. (Research in

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Meet Om Prakash. My presswala. His workshop cum house is in the colony, which is bank opposite the Mount Mary Church. A hardworking, dedicated family man. This post is for this guy who is always smiling and happy and can teach all of us the key to happiness.Keep it up buddy. Really, one doesn't need billions to be happy in life.

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I had the honor of meeting up with this lady a couple of days back. She came from a small town to work in Mumbai. Since, she was new to Mumbai, she was offered to stay at my friend’s place, till the time, she can figure out a place on her own. She comes across as an intelligent, clean, girl next door kind, the first time you meet her. Works in an advertising company and handles client

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-18643196789871576632007-03-16T04:11:00.000+05:302007-03-16T15:58:36.295+05:30

Time had come to change the look of my blog. After lot of experimentation and deliberation, I have decided on this current template. It’s supposed to give my blog more maturity and grace, especially when we talk about shit and piss, most of the time. You can now "proudly" show it to your parents also. I am sure your parents would just love it. I will though, try and get you morons, more embedded

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Why is that words like shit, turtle, piss, dump, pee etc are cool to use but words like tatti, pishab, mutra, mutari, gobar and sandaas etc are gross ?My friend who is a quite learned has a theory for this phenomenon. He says that when we Indians, use English words for number 1 and number 2, it’s just an expression. But, when we use words in our own language for shitting and pissing, the cerebrum

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-49065876535947867242007-03-07T17:24:00.000+05:302007-03-09T23:27:02.461+05:30

Many of my friends wanted games on the blog. I have embedded two Japanese games on the Blog. I am sure, you will like it, given your I.Q level.

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As I mentioned in my previous posts, that many a losers have taken to blogging to cure their insecurities and low self esteem. Just go to blog search and see the number of blogs on various topics. Search any word and I guarantee you, that you will get at least 2000 of blogs on that particular topic. Multiple that with the number of thousands of topics bloggers write on or offer their expert

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-50615219252962466722007-03-02T00:08:00.002+05:302010-01-26T00:43:58.797+05:30

A very senior Art Director in Mumbai, who also happens to be eccentric, long haired and who is an unstable individual, has sent me something very interesting. At least I find it interesting and I’m not really sure about your interest level. As far as I am concerned, you are just morons who just log on to this blog, spend 14 minutes on an average and just log off, without writing a comment. I am

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Little while ago, I was in Thailand with my friend. We were both on a shoe string budget and enjoyed being out of money, all the time. After bumming around the city for a day, we decided to see every little place worth seeing there. So, we bought some stuff like water, map and some rolls of toilet paper and off we went on an exploration spree. All we had between us was a backpack with couple of

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Ravi is the biggest connoisseur, foodie, petu, bhukha in this whole wide world. A "Bashinda" of Bandra Reclamation, he literally drools at the mention of Khana. The way a man closes his eyes and thinks about a pretty woman, that’s the way he fanaticizes about food. He is Jughead's "Baap" of Archie’s comics. According to one of the “Time” magazine’s survey of 120 death row prisoner’s wish list,

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-43457577347608325922007-02-28T00:06:00.003+05:302010-08-05T21:03:33.291+05:30

I am a kid, as far as blogging is concerned. I'm quickly learning few interesting facts about it. Let me share it with you. Well, you guys don't have any other choice do, you son of guns? You are my bloody captive audience. The first thing is, that its too fucking boring to sit and write something. Too fucking boring, man. As I mentioned in my first post, bloggers are really assholes who have

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-51294020031441949772007-02-26T18:31:00.000+05:302007-03-09T23:33:38.558+05:30

Yesterday I received a frantic call from one of my adorable friend. He is 27, handsome and lives in Pali Hill. He runs his own fashion company and travels across the world for business purposes. Life has been a party, till his parents went out and selected a bride for him. The complete family is after his life to get married and settle down. He was shitting bricks when he called me, does not want

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Around 6 years back, I was traveling to Mumbai from Delhi on Indian Railway’s Rajdhani. It was third AC tier and I was on the waiting list. Fortunately, my ticket got confirmed at the last minute and I was given a Lalu birth. Lalu Birth is the seat which is bang opposite the normal compartment right in the corridor. It’s a seat which is used by pantry car guys to keep their "balti" and

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I was asked by my mother to go and get some chicken for dinner. She was expecting a few "dear" friends over. She briefed me like I was some fucked up management trainee in Microsoft, on how to select good chicken, the price, the sex and weight etc. I was told to get chicken "breasts" only and no other part of chicken anatomy. I think I'm a pretty smart individual but when someone treats me like a

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-81680625981137504122007-02-23T17:04:00.002+05:302010-11-29T13:50:20.636+05:30

When you walk into any of the two coffee shops on Band Stand you will notice two small garages which has been tastefully converted into coffee shops. Its a place with small plastic chairs where, one is supposed sit and relax over a cup of coffee. You spend a minimum of Rs.50.00 per head there. If you are lucky and have a boyfriend or a girlfriend in tow, you might even end up spending a couple

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If you are familiar with Mount Mary Road in Bandra, you would know the lane where someone has painted graffiti on the wall. Its next to Jackie Shroff's apartment building. I see it everyday and laugh at some kid's over enthusiasm. It says" Just Chill". But below that someone has painted "for you". So, I end up reading it as "Just chill for you." One of my friends mentioned that it may be the

midnightbloggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7838053718074802100.post-7386727844848347772007-02-23T13:42:00.007+05:302010-11-29T13:51:06.551+05:30

Its been a while, since I wanted to have my own bloody blog. Never had the time or the inclination to start one. Too lazy to even remotely think of waking till 3.00 am everyday to write this piece of shit. Even though its the most bloody easiest thing any body can do in ones life. I've seen losers, tokers, dropouts and smokers, who have turned to blogging to give them a sense of doing something

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