One Easter Night, NRI's, Friends and My self ''The Sex Racket King''!!!!

Alryt....Its been So long now to write some non sense over here....or in other other words precisely ''Sense'' as I had a lot of non sense thoughts which do shit right the middle of my brain. But every thing is cleared, those stinking shit (oops its still stinking..) has been flushed off and I even tried an air freshener over there...Oh k , lets stop this unwanted crap talk right now.. this time, I am using my lovely sexy blog (Yeh!! the I am the only asshole who name a lovely sexy blog as Broken words!!!!..I Know it sounds like calling an angel as hooker...but some times it sounds better!!!!!) just to describe how can you earn a title ''The Sex Racket King'' Just by Doing nothing.

From my latest Experience I actually changed the definition for NRI. its not Non resident Indian or non returning Indians, especially with the current generation over here, it can be defined as ''Not any Resemblance with Indians''. Oops I forget that Statutory warning title.

''This blog/story have and the characters have no resemblance with dead, alive or even about to born!!! I can say that even I am imaginary character over here. and for my Dad who is there in Facebook, you have nothing to do with this, stay away (also can be considered as health and safety measure) from this. If some one find any similarities with their life, then all I have to say is ''damn you assh*** as I already told that there is no resemblance''!!!!!

Back to NRI's. under no way we can classify the people who just came in or who are here with a purpose as NRI's. But it is those who came here to settle and precisely their Children. it is too easy too spot this NRI parents or kids. There are some particular characteristics. For identifying particular NRI parents it is so easy. Just watch the way husband and wife is walking. if the wife is walking at front with that head angled straight to the skies as if a proud elephant for our famous ''Thrissur pooram'' (A famous festival in south India) and if the husband is following her 2 steps backwards and head 45 degree downward angle as a lamb towards Butchers knife, then that is it, you can say you spotted a perfect ''NRI Couples''.

Next is to spot NRI kids. Again that is simple but a complicated process just like trying to identify, what a famous music artist it try to express by wearing real Bacon or covering her self in a bubble, or even sometimes just some spots over the censored body parts ( I wonder whether she want to express that she is sexy or a real dumb with out any sexy body definitions!!!). oh yeh, lets go back to NRI kids. For girls the first thing to spot is their hair, which will be definitely straighed but some other process make it easy to show off they are NRI's. All most all the times one side of the face will entirely covered. when I reached in this country for the first time I even wondered why all the Indian girls have a scratch one their face that they are trying their best to cover it. The next thing is no matter if she is glamorous or if you will just run straight to Heathrow to catch the next flight on seeing that 'Scary' beauty queen, wait a minute and watch, they will exposing. Especially on the top! I think this people got a belief that if some one want to look at them, then they really want to Expose that OOPS!!!...but believe me sometime it will really make you feel that ''YUCK...What the F...was that a stinking open drainage pit!!!''. Alryt the next special characteristics is the way they talk. it won't be perfect English or perfect local language, but a unmatched mixture of both. I can't express how it sounds like, but I think it tastes like having a pastry in hot spicy fish curry, or spraying one million on your hands after cleaning up yourself ''from that'' in the morning. There are some accessories as well like nodding their head on both direction at regular intervals for nothing, (especially if some hot boys are nearby) then hugging each other at regular intervals even if they met for the first time ( I thought there was a bit of Lesbianism there, which has been ignored later on!!). Leave the Girls an lets chase boys.

To Spot a typical NRI boy, tats so easy. Just watch their face and it will be like they were feeding on 'weed' ever since from their birth. head positioned slightly downwards (oh, chances of hereditary syndrome). The next thing, you will feel a difficulty in breathing if you go too closer since they believe in maximum utilisation of energy policy and tends to hold the maximum oxygen from the surrounding and will stare on you at regular intervals as if you are there to steal that stinking oxygen from them. Then the way they walk. That is the main criteria to classify NRI boys. its easy as you can try yourself that at home with all the safety measures (Hazard warning : Author is not responsible for any damage on that part when trying to do this). Take a brick and keep it right in the middle of your thighs and just walk....''Yeh man!!, you are now walking like a perfect NRI boy.

The last but not least, the common characteristics of this boys and girls are they are in love the phrase ''ainne'' (commonly used for ain't it especially by the low class British which you can't hear from Sky news or BBC). They tends to fix this ''ainne' where and whenever as if don't wonder even if they tell you, ''LOOK OVA THERE, THA MAN, THA MAN IS MY DAD ''AINNE''!!!!!. (Please don't tell them anything as it may hurt their personal feelings. just say, ''yes bro, there are chances, but definitely he's not mine as I got ''only one'' back home.!!)

OH ITS TIME FOR A SHORT NAP...WILL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER THAT....

An Orange Coloured Dream...

They Said Rain Blessed that day....

All I can remember was that orange coloured sky

the church cross was shining

and there she is...

A white angel under my orange coloured sky....

So near that I can touch her....

That she can hear me...

I was about to say..

''Please don't leave me alone''..

but All that ends....

I opened my eyes,

all I can see was dark clouds out there on Angel street...

And Ed sheeran was singing; ''Its too cold outside, for Angel to Fly, the Angel will Die....''

That was too late to realise It was just a dream, to which I can not walk back...

But give me one more chance..Just one more chance to turn back and to hold you in my arms..

To say, I'll be there for You, forever..

Or if you only want to come in my dreams....

Please let me sleep..

A deep sleep forever......so that I can dream ,

A dream Forever......

I m sorry..but i just waana live once again...

I know..the world is so small

that I gotta explore all

ma lyf is a fantasy

wid all moments of ecstasy

i wish i could have more

more than i learned

more than i earned..

when i was a kid , i was taught tat i need to study hard..

but when i started learning, they said i need to work hard and,

when i worked hard, they said i need to live well.

and when i reached the last doors of lyf

i found that i missd all..

so i need to go back ..

back to when it all started..

i need to think n need to confess

for all mistakes i've done

for my dad n my mom ; i m sorry for all the miseries i gave...

i never been a good son; but i'll try my level best, to be from now on....

and my dear bro, i loved you all tyms , but i never shown up

and i did a mistake..hope u forgive me...

and for all my dear friends....i just waana say sorry,

coz i never thanked you coz if you were not there

i won't be no where..

you held me when i fell

you cared me when i cried

and u made the man out of me..

jus waana say onething...tat i am sorry n i luv you.....

and for ma first love...

its true tat i hated you, when realised tat i won't get you

but tat was my mistake

tat i did'nt realise, you taught what is love...

the pain and joy it gave

n now i am here to say sorry and may u liv long..wid all best in ur lyf...

now i know whats lyf...

its all about living...

widout wasting a moment

moments of love, peace and happiness

so that when i reached d end

i can say

yeh i lived my life to full....

Confession Of a Blogger.....

Its been more than two years since I started writing over this screen. And now its time to think why should i write all this crap over here, because this is going to be a bit serious for me from know. so i need to review and analyse what was my intention at various levels. let me try to summarize it down here.

24th march 2009 : I started blogging by posting my first one over the blog, by this statement it never mean that i already finished 9999 post which is damn famous around the world and and i am not here for an autobiography. But still there was myth on my mind that one day my stupid blog can be famous all over the earth and there will mass gatherings wherever i go and the top schools will call me for their student interaction session. i dreamed because there is no taxation on dreaming all over the UK. The tax rebate on dreaming can be viewed as the major similarity among almost all countries except the hubs of great Don like 'osamaji' or 'ladanji' ( who hate bathing and who use the same costumes from the time being he started acting) where dreams of individuals are designed by their respective organisations and each individuals death calender will be available free for them whenever or wherever.

And so i dreamed. Fame, girls, money and more ahh!!! i reached heavens. Something on which i keep on having dispute with God is on dreams. I always used to dream like a common man. i never dreamed to become the mafia leader who can take the whole world on his finger tips, but a poor, innocent and honest celebrity with millions of fans (girls got a bit preference) around the stage, and pounds on my bank statements. God always used to think that i am over ambitious and greedy and always rejected my proposed dreams, and i keep on sending it back as forward messages with a hope that one day his personal or admin staff will give a sanction accidentally.

But there was another important motive behind this blog which was truly harmless and the one of the best intention, and it was to impress a girl. Please note that the word impression got only one meaning and synonyms like flirting or ogling are completely inappropriate. This was actually a forced situation for almost all guys. i can state that it was not my fault to start a blog in order to impress a girl, but the current situations demand so.

Take the case of Facebook or any other social network. Consider a social network without having any girls on it, you can't imagine of it as the website will get shut before it's birth.Boys join there with an innocent intention of meeting some nice girl over there, but all the girls will destroy his dreams by updating their status to 'in a relationship' or 'engaged'. he won't give up and will again keep on trying. Even if he upload the worlds best status ever on his profile he is forced to get 2 'likes' and '1' or '1 n a half' comments. Still he will post his comments and update his 'likeness' among with other 40 or 50 likes and 35 comments on a girls post which state that ' she got fever and diarrhea'. A girl will upload her blur image took someone who does't clicked a photo before and will receive 40 - 50 comments and 'likes' on it, but if a boy upload a superb picture which express the excellence of his photographic skills..."damn who gonna look that!!!"

In other words this problem is actually a natural phenomenon. During 18^th and late 19^th century girls weaved a fashion trend where boys with a belly and a fluffy face were assumed to be wealthy and can be considered for marriage. At that period boys struggled with different food products and eat day and night to gain some extra pounds and a fluffy face, but the girls cheated them by a sudden shift of trend towards six pack abs from 20^th century. This made boys to starve via heavy dieting and wasting almost all the day in the corner of a gym dreaming a six pack and two extra balls on their arms. Thanks for all the girls for not shifting to a trend of nudeness so that now at least all the boys can cover the whole body. But we still doesn’t have any critics on female fashion which is so close to the nature by reducing the maximum of cloth from it, because of the fact that we really enjoy it and hope that they will come up with more nature friendly fashion.

Poor boys!!!!

It is also a myth that girls are in front for spending on beauty products despite the real truth that on the back stage boys are draining their pockets on cosmetic products, protein powders and even car cooling films in order to keep their skin safe so as to get accepted by some girl if they got a chance. Anyway we need to accept that the fact that truth is always hidden!!!

So as an individual and as a boy I am forced to start a blog to impress a girl.

This was actually a means for a pretty show off and also to convince her that ‘yeh baby! I am a true genius’. To an extent that attempt can be stated as successful because she did read my blog (hurray!!) but still I don’t know why she deleted me from her profile and even stopped her blog right after that, and I made an assumption that poor understanding in English language might be a reason for that (thank God for not making her to report abuse and thrashing my whole dream).

2010 Brush Up: After the failure of my first intention as a blogger I didn't wrote anything for a while. And I started again. This time the motivation behind it was different. Because the more you play harder in life, the more you become serious and cool towards it at same time. My experience taught me that waiting with a pug dog face for the impression of a girl is useless and there are lot of things you need to spend your time on like inventing new abusive language to call your manager on your mind, having new contract phones and sending them back before the 14 day period and spending a pound a day on national lottery with an unclear ray of hope and visiting almost all shops and super markets for the best beer deals etc. This new view towards the life forced me to start my blog again. This time i thought i can try to view the whole world through my philosophy any write something worth, something which has a moral that can throw a spear straight to the readers mind. But still someone inside my mind use to tell that it may or may not lead me to my above described dreams (but as always i do, i never gave my ears to that!!)

However i altered my above theory of life after a party night. It is OK to get your life harder, but if it gets too harder, it won’t be that cool. For example, if you got so much drunk, you lose your watch on the street and you slept on an underground train and your manager call you on 7’o clock to ask why u didn't came for the shift starting 6’o clock. You , the cool guy will answer ‘who the hell are you, i am lost and i don’t even know where i am standing now, just hang the phone and mind your business’, without knowing the fact that there is a gift of one week suspension waiting for you, even after realizing the stupid manager never use to polish his shoes on an attempt to fall on his feet!. All i need to write is that something like this instance can blow off the writer inside you and that burning spirit which give you a wrong motivation that you can make the world stand still on your finger tips.

2011 A New Beginning: Two years of great balanced experience with more failures and less success taught me that the blog is for nothing but to narrate whatever you experienced in your life, your imaginations, your dreams, your anger, stories and whatever you want to shout out to the world, and blessed if you have plenty of free time; so I am on it, without having any crooked funny intentions, as a plain human being.......