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Funny Videos / Let's Get Nostalgic - Only 80's and 90's Kids can understand this....!
« on: April 16, 2014, 12:32:32 PM »| Only 80's and 90's kids can understand this....! | |
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Discussions / To Indian MEN on behalf of Sunny Leone ! [PJ EDIT - Not For Everybody]
« on: March 21, 2014, 05:59:59 AM »Dear Indian MEN,
I get it. You’ve seen her naked. She did a bunch of adult movies that made you pleasure yourself for a few seconds. She’s also of Indian descent that makes her oh-so-bad and a violator of all the cultural values you grew up with. For the love of God, enough with the dumbass attachment of winks and smileys with their tongue out at the end of every Sunny Leone reference. Just because you’ve seen her naked doesn’t mean when you throng a mall to see her she’s going to take her clothes off and start humping whoever is standing in front of her. Having done adult films doesn’t mean that’s all you think about and live for. If you’re a journalist, every interview doesn’t have to be prefixed with former porn star. I’m sure if she gets to meet the Prime Minister your headlines would say,
‘HOW CAN THE PRIME MINISTER SHAKE HANDS WITH A PORN STAR EWWW SHE HAS GERMS’.
People who’ve done adult films don’t live in a vacuum in some outer realm of the universe that can only be contacted through your cellphone and incognito windows. I know that’s what you thought because when else have you ever come face-to-face with someone who you’ve looked at late at night when your parents have gone to sleep? They’re real people. I know if you see her in real life all your brain is thinking is ‘Naked Naked Naked Naked Naked Naked Naked’ but get a hold of yourself. It’s a profession like any other.
Maybe you think item songs that corrupt young people’s brains should only be done by Indians instead of being outsourced to white people. Maybe you’re annoyed that her nickname is the same as your favourite cousin Sunny. Whatever it may be, come to terms with the fact that she did a bunch of adult movies and might even if she feels like it in the future. She’s a regular person who is now a part of Bollywood and you’re going to be seeing a lot more of her in the future. Learn To DEAL WITH IT !!
...PJ EDIT...
Just because, We all are Desis, here on PJ, We R NOT supposed to be Dawgs,
who look for flesh in pictures and goes ‘ F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p ’
(Treat Youself Like Human)
Likewise...
If A Girl come into her own someday & in the name of ethics our brain goes like
" Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h "
(Maybe you hate her guts. Maybe you have issues with her expressing her beauty)
WHATTTTEVERRRRRRRR ! ..STOP THIS NONSENSE !!
How come you forget that...This Is Internet.
Everybody has The Right to roll as they wish...Nobody Is Preadolescent here.
All r mature enough to ride on their own.
If you still have problem...all you need is introspection!
C'mon, accept the fact that - it's your own hormonal dysfunction, STOP blaming others for that or get yourself some hightech undies & lock down your Yo-Yoz (swinging too much) huhhh...and then you are making noise for that..disgusting,Grow UP!! not erect.
Be a M.A.R.D - Men Against Rape and Discrimination not just D**k.
If all this is beyond you,just ignore and move on,please don't ruin it in the name of moral policing.
Sooner or later it all comes to us on its own.If not, than practice it at home,only.
...PJ EDIT...
#This ain't white knighting of any sorts.
But,when you make so much noise for #AAP #Women for the sake of humanity at large,how come you ignore in-house insanity in the name of peace???
#Yeah! you can edit-trash-ignore above written piece of crack,anytime.No Qualms.I'm Done.
I get it. You’ve seen her naked. She did a bunch of adult movies that made you pleasure yourself for a few seconds. She’s also of Indian descent that makes her oh-so-bad and a violator of all the cultural values you grew up with. For the love of God, enough with the dumbass attachment of winks and smileys with their tongue out at the end of every Sunny Leone reference. Just because you’ve seen her naked doesn’t mean when you throng a mall to see her she’s going to take her clothes off and start humping whoever is standing in front of her. Having done adult films doesn’t mean that’s all you think about and live for. If you’re a journalist, every interview doesn’t have to be prefixed with former porn star. I’m sure if she gets to meet the Prime Minister your headlines would say,
‘HOW CAN THE PRIME MINISTER SHAKE HANDS WITH A PORN STAR EWWW SHE HAS GERMS’.
People who’ve done adult films don’t live in a vacuum in some outer realm of the universe that can only be contacted through your cellphone and incognito windows. I know that’s what you thought because when else have you ever come face-to-face with someone who you’ve looked at late at night when your parents have gone to sleep? They’re real people. I know if you see her in real life all your brain is thinking is ‘Naked Naked Naked Naked Naked Naked Naked’ but get a hold of yourself. It’s a profession like any other.
Maybe you think item songs that corrupt young people’s brains should only be done by Indians instead of being outsourced to white people. Maybe you’re annoyed that her nickname is the same as your favourite cousin Sunny. Whatever it may be, come to terms with the fact that she did a bunch of adult movies and might even if she feels like it in the future. She’s a regular person who is now a part of Bollywood and you’re going to be seeing a lot more of her in the future. Learn To DEAL WITH IT !!
...PJ EDIT...
Just because, We all are Desis, here on PJ, We R NOT supposed to be Dawgs,
who look for flesh in pictures and goes ‘ F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p F*p ’
(Treat Youself Like Human)
Likewise...
If A Girl come into her own someday & in the name of ethics our brain goes like
" Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h Bit*h "
(Maybe you hate her guts. Maybe you have issues with her expressing her beauty)
WHATTTTEVERRRRRRRR ! ..STOP THIS NONSENSE !!
How come you forget that...This Is Internet.
Everybody has The Right to roll as they wish...Nobody Is Preadolescent here.
All r mature enough to ride on their own.
If you still have problem...all you need is introspection!
C'mon, accept the fact that - it's your own hormonal dysfunction, STOP blaming others for that or get yourself some hightech undies & lock down your Yo-Yoz (swinging too much) huhhh...and then you are making noise for that..disgusting,Grow UP!! not erect.
Be a M.A.R.D - Men Against Rape and Discrimination not just D**k.
If all this is beyond you,just ignore and move on,please don't ruin it in the name of moral policing.
Sooner or later it all comes to us on its own.If not, than practice it at home,only.
...PJ EDIT...
#This ain't white knighting of any sorts.
But,when you make so much noise for #AAP #Women for the sake of humanity at large,how come you ignore in-house insanity in the name of peace???
#Yeah! you can edit-trash-ignore above written piece of crack,anytime.No Qualms.I'm Done.
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Knowledge / How A Handgun Works - Model: 1911 (.45 Caliber)
« on: March 14, 2014, 04:16:28 AM »
Mere Haathon Mein Hai GHORA Mere Haathon Mein 1911
(.45 Caliber) ..Aur Main Dekhun Bole Kaun
:cool: Mera GHORA Bole ThaK ThaK :cool:
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Lyrics / CHANDIGARH V/S MOGA [2014] (PJ Exclusive) Complete Album Lyrics
« on: March 08, 2014, 07:50:08 AM »CHANDIGARH V/S MOGA
Sukh Sidhu - Chandigarh V/S Moga
Meet Dhillon - Desi Story
Sukh Sidhu - Gal Naal Lake
Sonu Dhaliwal - Degree
Nimma Virk - Patt Da Srahna
Meet Dhillon - Mutiyaran
Sukh Sidhu - Shikaar
Meet Dhillon - Pyar
Sonu Dhaliwal - Jattan De Munde
Sukh Sidhu - Pakke Dheeth
Sonu Dhaliwal - Fas Gayi
Nimma Virk - Galti
Sukh Sidhu - Chandigarh V/S Moga
Meet Dhillon - Desi Story
Sukh Sidhu - Gal Naal Lake
Sonu Dhaliwal - Degree
Nimma Virk - Patt Da Srahna
Meet Dhillon - Mutiyaran
Sukh Sidhu - Shikaar
Meet Dhillon - Pyar
Sonu Dhaliwal - Jattan De Munde
Sukh Sidhu - Pakke Dheeth
Sonu Dhaliwal - Fas Gayi
Nimma Virk - Galti
...
Chandigarh V/S Moga
Chandigarh Karlu Ki Rees Sadde Seher Di
Uddniye Naaggan Di Ae Chadhdi Hui Zeher Di
Chandigarh Karlu Ki Rees Sadde Seher Di
Uddniye Naaggan Di Ae Chadhdi Hui Zeher Di
Launne Aa Shokeeni Udon Machdian Laattan
Launne Aa Shokeeni Udon Machdian Laattan
Jaaiye Dilan Vich Paare Wangu Rachde
...Dilan Vich Paare Wangu Rachde...
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi
Tan,...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Tussi Lake De Nazaare'an De Patte Oo
Ji Assi Neher De Kinaare'an De Patte Han
Tussi Pub'ch Hulaarean De Patte Oo
Ji Assi Ankhan De Isaahrean De Patte Han
Rondi Shondi Maarne Nu Rakhya Bullet
Rondi Shondi Maarne Nu Rakhya Bullet
Jaande Activa Piche Tooda Patt De
...Activa Piche Tooda Patt De...
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Tera Chandigarh Dil Hai Punjab Da
Ji Ae Pinddan Di Madeer Naal Dhadke
Taiyon Aashiqui De Vich Ehde Charche
Ji Rondi Maarde Han Desi Munde Tadke
Zeher Jein Kudiyan Kudiyan Machaundian Tabahi
Zeher Jein Kudiyan Kudiyan Machaundian Tabahi
Kidan Bach Jaan Dil Sadde Kanchh De
Kidan Bach Jaan Dil Sadde Kanchh De
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Nitt Landi Jeep Utte Gedi Maarda
Ji Muchhan Rakhlian Ravi Ne V Khundiyan
Saare Seher Vich Mod Mod Hundi Ae
Fasayi Firda Aa Chare Passe Kundiyan
Seher Sadde Aashiqan De Jode Hogyema
Paaye Hathan Vich Hath Bade Jachhde
...Hathan Vich Hath Bade Jachhde
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !!
Chandigarh Karlu Ki Rees Sadde Seher Di
Uddniye Naaggan Di Ae Chadhdi Hui Zeher Di
Chandigarh Karlu Ki Rees Sadde Seher Di
Uddniye Naaggan Di Ae Chadhdi Hui Zeher Di
Launne Aa Shokeeni Udon Machdian Laattan
Launne Aa Shokeeni Udon Machdian Laattan
Jaaiye Dilan Vich Paare Wangu Rachde
...Dilan Vich Paare Wangu Rachde...
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi
Tan,...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Tussi Lake De Nazaare'an De Patte Oo
Ji Assi Neher De Kinaare'an De Patte Han
Tussi Pub'ch Hulaarean De Patte Oo
Ji Assi Ankhan De Isaahrean De Patte Han
Rondi Shondi Maarne Nu Rakhya Bullet
Rondi Shondi Maarne Nu Rakhya Bullet
Jaande Activa Piche Tooda Patt De
...Activa Piche Tooda Patt De...
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Tera Chandigarh Dil Hai Punjab Da
Ji Ae Pinddan Di Madeer Naal Dhadke
Taiyon Aashiqui De Vich Ehde Charche
Ji Rondi Maarde Han Desi Munde Tadke
Zeher Jein Kudiyan Kudiyan Machaundian Tabahi
Zeher Jein Kudiyan Kudiyan Machaundian Tabahi
Kidan Bach Jaan Dil Sadde Kanchh De
Kidan Bach Jaan Dil Sadde Kanchh De
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Nitt Landi Jeep Utte Gedi Maarda
Ji Muchhan Rakhlian Ravi Ne V Khundiyan
Saare Seher Vich Mod Mod Hundi Ae
Fasayi Firda Aa Chare Passe Kundiyan
Seher Sadde Aashiqan De Jode Hogyema
Paaye Hathan Vich Hath Bade Jachhde
...Hathan Vich Hath Bade Jachhde
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !
Je Chandigarh Hussna Di Agg Machdi Tan,
...Sadde Seher Vi Jwalamukhi Fatt De !!
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫
Desi Story
Lakkhan Armaan Iss Dil Vichon Turr De
Ajj Pata Lageya Wo Uthe Hi Khade Aan
Gher Lye Ne Chare Passe Yaron Mazboorian Ne
Paawein Jinna Marzi Halaatan Naal Lade Aan
Kaadi Meh Sunawan Yaaron Gal Thonu College Di
Otan Naiyon Kade Assi Vekhyaaa
Rangle Naa Yaron Assi Yaar Hi Bnaaye
Kiwen Lutti Diyan Maujan Naiyon Dekhyaa
Assi Kheta Vich Jamme, Bass Reh Gye Watt Banne
Saddi Fasalaan'ch Duniyadaari
Sir Pattheyan Di Pandd Lade Toodi Wali Kandd
Saddi Eho Mauj Eho Sardaari
Naahi Jeep Kol Landi, Naahi Yaaran Vich Jhanddi
...Naahi Bullet Vi Siga Koi Thalle
Kade Paani Jiye Bhaal,Kade Patt Lao Wo Khaal
...Bapu Rakhda Karaai Balle Balle
Ikk Rakhya Si Gadda, Naale Sire Da Si Sanda
Saddi Eho Nitt Tadke Sawaari
Sir Pattheyan Di Pandd Lade Toodi Wali Kandd
Saadi Eho Mauj Eho Sardaari
Keda Fashion Karaaiyye, Kiwein Naddiyan Takkaiyye
Sathon Jande Naiyon Gede Nitt Maare
Disse BapuJi Di Pagg, Jihnu Poojda Ae Jagg
Taiyon Hunde Naiyon Sathon Aise Kaare
Aawein Bapu Sadda Ghoore Bina,
Bapu Ton Vi Moore Koi Aunda Naiyo ..Duniya Ae Saari.
Sir Pattheyan Di Pandd Lade Toodi Wali Kandd
Saadi Eho Mauj Eho Sardaari
Kalle Rehge Jagg Utte, Kade Digge Kade Utthe
Koi Disda Nii Jaan Ton Peyaara
Jithe Yaaran Di Eh Load, Poori Hoju Kiwein Thodd
Unjj Wasde Ne Lokki Tan Hazaaran.
Kaash College Nu Jande Appa Yaarian Kamaunde
Eho Gamm Sadaa Virka Ae Rehna
Bina Yaaran Kaada Jagg,Kaada Guru,Kaada Rabb
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Bina Yaaran Kaada Jagg,Kaada Guru,Kaada Rabb
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Lakkhan Armaan Iss Dil Vichon Turr De
Ajj Pata Lageya Wo Uthe Hi Khade Aan
Gher Lye Ne Chare Passe Yaron Mazboorian Ne
Paawein Jinna Marzi Halaatan Naal Lade Aan
Kaadi Meh Sunawan Yaaron Gal Thonu College Di
Otan Naiyon Kade Assi Vekhyaaa
Rangle Naa Yaron Assi Yaar Hi Bnaaye
Kiwen Lutti Diyan Maujan Naiyon Dekhyaa
Assi Kheta Vich Jamme, Bass Reh Gye Watt Banne
Saddi Fasalaan'ch Duniyadaari
Sir Pattheyan Di Pandd Lade Toodi Wali Kandd
Saddi Eho Mauj Eho Sardaari
Naahi Jeep Kol Landi, Naahi Yaaran Vich Jhanddi
...Naahi Bullet Vi Siga Koi Thalle
Kade Paani Jiye Bhaal,Kade Patt Lao Wo Khaal
...Bapu Rakhda Karaai Balle Balle
Ikk Rakhya Si Gadda, Naale Sire Da Si Sanda
Saddi Eho Nitt Tadke Sawaari
Sir Pattheyan Di Pandd Lade Toodi Wali Kandd
Saadi Eho Mauj Eho Sardaari
Keda Fashion Karaaiyye, Kiwein Naddiyan Takkaiyye
Sathon Jande Naiyon Gede Nitt Maare
Disse BapuJi Di Pagg, Jihnu Poojda Ae Jagg
Taiyon Hunde Naiyon Sathon Aise Kaare
Aawein Bapu Sadda Ghoore Bina,
Bapu Ton Vi Moore Koi Aunda Naiyo ..Duniya Ae Saari.
Sir Pattheyan Di Pandd Lade Toodi Wali Kandd
Saadi Eho Mauj Eho Sardaari
Kalle Rehge Jagg Utte, Kade Digge Kade Utthe
Koi Disda Nii Jaan Ton Peyaara
Jithe Yaaran Di Eh Load, Poori Hoju Kiwein Thodd
Unjj Wasde Ne Lokki Tan Hazaaran.
Kaash College Nu Jande Appa Yaarian Kamaunde
Eho Gamm Sadaa Virka Ae Rehna
Bina Yaaran Kaada Jagg,Kaada Guru,Kaada Rabb
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Bina Yaaran Kaada Jagg,Kaada Guru,Kaada Rabb
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
Bass Yaar Hunde Jinddgi Da Gehna.
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Gal Naal Lake
Peerh Dukhan Di Seh Ni Sakda,
Tere Bin Vi Reh Ni Sakda
Peerh Dukhan Di Seh Ni Sakda,
Tere Bin Vi Reh Ni Sakda
Bahaan Di Menu Kaid'ch Laike,
Bhawein Suli Chaarh Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dewein.
Raatan Langdiyan Jaag Likhan Meh
Taareyan Te Naa Tera
Ankhan Band Karaan Tan Nazri
Aawe Sohna Chehra
Rabb Ton Manggan Duaawan Tu Vi
Zingadi Metho Waar Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dawein.
Tere Bin Zind Taraf Rahi Eh
Jon Machli Bin Paani
Duniya Ton Darr Rull Na Jaawe
Saddi Prem Kahaani
Teri Rooh Vich Vass Jan Je Tu
Janno Vadh Ke Pyaar Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dawein.
Harjit Bhullar Ne Vich Udeekan
Sama Hai Boht Langhaya
Sukh Sidhu De Vaang Assi Vi
Apna Aap Ganwaaya
Tarse Tenu Zindagi Kidre
Laareyan Vich Na Saar Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dawein.
Peerh Dukhan Di Seh Ni Sakda,
Tere Bin Vi Reh Ni Sakda
Peerh Dukhan Di Seh Ni Sakda,
Tere Bin Vi Reh Ni Sakda
Bahaan Di Menu Kaid'ch Laike,
Bhawein Suli Chaarh Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dewein.
Raatan Langdiyan Jaag Likhan Meh
Taareyan Te Naa Tera
Ankhan Band Karaan Tan Nazri
Aawe Sohna Chehra
Rabb Ton Manggan Duaawan Tu Vi
Zingadi Metho Waar Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dawein.
Tere Bin Zind Taraf Rahi Eh
Jon Machli Bin Paani
Duniya Ton Darr Rull Na Jaawe
Saddi Prem Kahaani
Teri Rooh Vich Vass Jan Je Tu
Janno Vadh Ke Pyaar Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dawein.
Harjit Bhullar Ne Vich Udeekan
Sama Hai Boht Langhaya
Sukh Sidhu De Vaang Assi Vi
Apna Aap Ganwaaya
Tarse Tenu Zindagi Kidre
Laareyan Vich Na Saar Dewein
Menu Marna Vi Manzoor...
Je Menu Gal Naal Laake Maar Dawein.
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Degree
Dass Dass Rabba
Dass Dass Dass Rabba
Dass Rabba Tera Ki Vagaadeya
Sadde Rakk Wala Palla Saaf Jhaareya
Naa Sehlli Hi Bnaayi Na Paas Kita
Zind Mitra Di Taraf Di Rahi
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
College Nu Aaida Ae Taur-Shaur Laake Vai
Rakhya Bullet Thalle Aapa Chamka Ke Vai
Koi Modde Utte Baanh Rakh Baithi Naa
Aas Mitra Di Dil Vich Raii
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
Saara Sara Din Yaar Gedi Utte Rehnde Aa
Horan De O Dekh Jode Haul Jehe Pehnde Aan
Naahi Lecture'ch Wade Nah Tuition'ch
Utton Jaan Supplian Kha Layi
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
M.E. Branch Saddi Taaiyon Yaar Kalle Aa
Yaarian Nibhon Wale Yaar Sadde Palle Aa
Maan Kare Dhaliwal Saab Yaaran Te
Saare Khade Naal Jadon Load Payi
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
Dass Dass Rabba
Dass Dass Dass Rabba
Dass Rabba Tera Ki Vagaadeya
Sadde Rakk Wala Palla Saaf Jhaareya
Naa Sehlli Hi Bnaayi Na Paas Kita
Zind Mitra Di Taraf Di Rahi
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
College Nu Aaida Ae Taur-Shaur Laake Vai
Rakhya Bullet Thalle Aapa Chamka Ke Vai
Koi Modde Utte Baanh Rakh Baithi Naa
Aas Mitra Di Dil Vich Raii
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
Saara Sara Din Yaar Gedi Utte Rehnde Aa
Horan De O Dekh Jode Haul Jehe Pehnde Aan
Naahi Lecture'ch Wade Nah Tuition'ch
Utton Jaan Supplian Kha Layi
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
M.E. Branch Saddi Taaiyon Yaar Kalle Aa
Yaarian Nibhon Wale Yaar Sadde Palle Aa
Maan Kare Dhaliwal Saab Yaaran Te
Saare Khade Naal Jadon Load Payi
Naahi Kudi Da Peyaar Sanu Milya
Naahi Degree Palle Sadde Payi
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Patt Da Srahna
Chadh Gyi Jawaani Te Kasoota Jab Paa Lia
Jihde Kaul Darde C Ohi Rog Laa Liya
Chann De Bahaane Munda Chadh Da Chubaare
Chann De Bahaane Munda Chadh Da Chubaare
Koi Chann Ni Jei Maar Maar Sehn Tan Bulaawe
Munda PaTT De Srahaneyan Ne PattTa !
Hun Reshmi Srahaneyan Te Neend Kithon Aawe.
Laggiyan De Bhed Yaaron Bujje Kithe Rehn
Hoge Saare Pind Vich Hun Charche
Saade Vich Aau Jehra Sukka Kiven Jau
Gaddi Rakhda Ae Asle Nal Bharrrke
Dassan Vellian De Jinna Kalle Da Hi Rob
Kehnda Koi Meri Jaan Kole Khang Ke Vakhawe
Munda PaTT De Srahaneyan Ne PattTa !
Hun Reshmi Srahaneyan Te Neend Kithon Aawe.
Taaiyan Taaiyan Taaiyan, Taaiyan Taaiyan Taaiyan
Ni Vaardattan Karda Firre, Vaardattan Karda Firre
.....Jadon Dian Tere Naal Laaiyan.....
Ni Vaardattan Karda Firre, Jadon Dian Tere Naal Laaiyan
Pyaar De Nashe De Vich Tunn Hoya Rehnda
Ohnu Hosh Naiyo Rehndi Saare Jagg Di
Yaaran Bellian De Vich Karda Tarrifan
Kehnda, Khand De Khadone Jehi Labh Gayi
Activa Utte Nitt Tuition Nu Jaawe
Activa Utte Nitt Tuition Nu Jaawe
Jadon Gharan Kolon Langhdi Tan Horn Wajaawe
Munda PaTT De Srahaneyan Ne PattTa
Hun Reshmi Srahaneyan Te Neend Kithon Aawe
Kiwen Jhaak Lu Lagod, Sadda Pind Jeona Morh
Shaunk Rakhde Han Mehnge Hathiyaaran Da
Sire De Shikari Aahin Krn Ne Shikaar
Utton Sanu Shaunk Tere Jeian Naar'an Da
LuXury Car'an Rehni Asle Nal FuLL
LuXury Car'an Rehni Asle Nal FuLL
Hunn Dukki Tikki Ravi Tera Waana'ch Bhajaawe
Munda PaTT De Srahaneyan Ne PattTa !
Hun Reshmi Srahaneyan Te Neend Kithon Aawe.
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Mutiyaran
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Pendu Shehri Kakke,
Lain Layi Jhakke, Launde Ne Nakke
Chauk'an Morh'an Te Khad Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Pind'an Waaliyan Jo Ne Kudi'an,
O Tan Adde De Wall Turi'an
Wajj'an Mundeya'an De Dil Shuri'an,
Beh Gai'an Bus'ch, O Chadh Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Sheranwali'an Chakk Scooty,
Dhak Chunni Naal Beauty
Bike'an Waale Karn Duty,
Dhupp'an Shaawan Nu Jarr Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Satta Aakhe Mann Lai Meri,
Dhillon Laa Aaiye Chal Gedi
Milju Luck'ch Hoyi Jehri,
Behju Oh Charh Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Pendu Shehri Kakke,
Lain Layi Jhakke, Launde Ne Nakke
Chauk'an Morh'an Te Khad Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Pind'an Waaliyan Jo Ne Kudi'an,
O Tan Adde De Wall Turi'an
Wajj'an Mundeya'an De Dil Shuri'an,
Beh Gai'an Bus'ch, O Chadh Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Sheranwali'an Chakk Scooty,
Dhak Chunni Naal Beauty
Bike'an Waale Karn Duty,
Dhupp'an Shaawan Nu Jarr Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
Satta Aakhe Mann Lai Meri,
Dhillon Laa Aaiye Chal Gedi
Milju Luck'ch Hoyi Jehri,
Behju Oh Charh Ke
Wajjan Jadd 12'an, Tan Vich Bazaar'an
Shail Mutiyaar'an,
Aoundi'an College'an Ton Parh Ke
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫
Shikaar
Nikkal Di Gharon Full Khich Ke Taiyarian
Ghumdian Kudi Piche Bullet Safaarian
Nikkal Di Gharon Full Khich Ke Taiyarian
Ghumdian Kudi Piche Bullet Safaarian
Piche Haan Dian Saarian Nu Jaawe Katt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
200 Ton Vadh Kade Suit Ni Si Paundi O
Hun 2500 Ton Thalle Pair Naiyo Laundi O
200 Ton Vadh Kade Suit Ni Si Paundi O
Hun 2500 Ton Thalle Pair Naiyo Laundi O
Naale iPhone Nakhro Black Rakh Di
Tempu Da Kraya Kade Dindi Si Jo Ladd Ke
Activa Utte Hun Aundi Roj Charh Ke
Activa Utte Hun Aaawe Roj Charh Ke
Jaawe Mundeyan De Bullet Vi Piche Chadh Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Pind Shadd Hun Moge Sheher Dera Laa Leya
Kaali Audi Wala Koi Yaar Koi Bana Liya
Pind Shadd Hun Moge Sheher Dera Laa Leya
Kaali Audi Wala Koi Yaar Koi Bana Liya
Taiyon Babbu Kolo Firdi Ae Passa Watt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Nikkal Di Gharon Full Khich Ke Taiyarian
Ghumdian Kudi Piche Bullet Safaarian
Nikkal Di Gharon Full Khich Ke Taiyarian
Ghumdian Kudi Piche Bullet Safaarian
Piche Haan Dian Saarian Nu Jaawe Katt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
200 Ton Vadh Kade Suit Ni Si Paundi O
Hun 2500 Ton Thalle Pair Naiyo Laundi O
200 Ton Vadh Kade Suit Ni Si Paundi O
Hun 2500 Ton Thalle Pair Naiyo Laundi O
Naale iPhone Nakhro Black Rakh Di
Tempu Da Kraya Kade Dindi Si Jo Ladd Ke
Activa Utte Hun Aundi Roj Charh Ke
Activa Utte Hun Aaawe Roj Charh Ke
Jaawe Mundeyan De Bullet Vi Piche Chadh Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Pind Shadd Hun Moge Sheher Dera Laa Leya
Kaali Audi Wala Koi Yaar Koi Bana Liya
Pind Shadd Hun Moge Sheher Dera Laa Leya
Kaali Audi Wala Koi Yaar Koi Bana Liya
Taiyon Babbu Kolo Firdi Ae Passa Watt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
Kudi Nitt Nawa Mundeyo Shikaar Patt Di
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Pyar
Iss Ishq Da Rog Awalla,
Tenu Karke Chadhuga Jhalla
Fir Baith Rowenga Kalla,
Kise Ne Laini Saar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Fatt Ishq De Doonge Hunde,
Jaan Naa Dukh Lakoye
Koi Watte Gaye Aashiq Ethe,
Kayi Ghar Ton Beghar Hoye
Kayi Ghar Ton Beghar Hoye
Hasdi Khed Di Zindgi Je Karni Dushwaar Nahin
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Todd Ke Dil Jad Jaan Lage Tan,
Kehn Saddi Mazboori
Nawe Bahane Roz Kadange
Paun Lyi Tethon Doori
Sau Sau Vaari Vekh Soch Ke
Sau Sau Vaari Vekh Soch Ke
Ikk Doh Vaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Bekadri Iss Duniyan De Vich
Kadar Kise Na Pauni
Ginn Ginn Taare Raat Katenga
Naa Naini Nindrr Auni
Naa Naini Nindr Auni
Vicky Virka Ishq De Utte Koi Aitbaar Nahin
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Iss Ishq Da Rog Awalla,
Tenu Karke Chadhuga Jhalla
Fir Baith Rowenga Kalla,
Kise Ne Laini Saar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Fatt Ishq De Doonge Hunde,
Jaan Naa Dukh Lakoye
Koi Watte Gaye Aashiq Ethe,
Kayi Ghar Ton Beghar Hoye
Kayi Ghar Ton Beghar Hoye
Hasdi Khed Di Zindgi Je Karni Dushwaar Nahin
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Todd Ke Dil Jad Jaan Lage Tan,
Kehn Saddi Mazboori
Nawe Bahane Roz Kadange
Paun Lyi Tethon Doori
Sau Sau Vaari Vekh Soch Ke
Sau Sau Vaari Vekh Soch Ke
Ikk Doh Vaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Bekadri Iss Duniyan De Vich
Kadar Kise Na Pauni
Ginn Ginn Taare Raat Katenga
Naa Naini Nindrr Auni
Naa Naini Nindr Auni
Vicky Virka Ishq De Utte Koi Aitbaar Nahin
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
Na Na Dilan Pyaar Nahi
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Jattan De Munde
Nawa Nawa Pendu'an Ne Liya Daakhla
College Nu Janda Yaaran Da Vi Kaafila
Nawa Nawa Pendu'an Ne Liya Daakhla
College Nu Janda Yaaran Da Vi Kaafila
Thalle Landiyan Ne Jeepa
Kayi Bulletan Te Jande
Hunda Kaiyyan Ne Tan Yaron Bus Utte Chadhna
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Laale Naakke Morh'an Te Gali Yaaran Ne
Pattne Gulaab De Ke Kali Yaaran Ne
Laale Naakke Morh'an Te Gali Yaaran Ne
Pattne Gulaab De Ke Kali Yaaran Ne
Charon Naddiyan Ne Ikk Duji Nalo Sohniyan
Hunn Dekhde Han Sadde Hathon Kine Fadd Na
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Nakke Morh Khetan Vich Laiye Paani Nu
Shammi Sadh Lenne Yaaran Di Tahni Nu
Nakke Morh Khetan Vich Laiye Paani Nu
Shammi Sadh Lenne Yaaran Di Tahni Nu
Paiyye Ghar Di Kaddi Peg Utte Peg Vai
Naale Eetan Da Banake Chulha Meat Dharna
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Padh Vi Gye Ta Kade Judge Launa Ae
Job Layi Tan Sarkaran Pajh Launa Ae
Padh Vi Gye Ta Kade Judge Launa Ae
Job Layi Tan Sarkaran Pajh Launa Ae
Satte Jahe Karke Padhaiyan Firde
Laun Joge Rahe Jande Chaunkan Vich Dharna
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Nawa Nawa Pendu'an Ne Liya Daakhla
College Nu Janda Yaaran Da Vi Kaafila
Nawa Nawa Pendu'an Ne Liya Daakhla
College Nu Janda Yaaran Da Vi Kaafila
Thalle Landiyan Ne Jeepa
Kayi Bulletan Te Jande
Hunda Kaiyyan Ne Tan Yaron Bus Utte Chadhna
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Laale Naakke Morh'an Te Gali Yaaran Ne
Pattne Gulaab De Ke Kali Yaaran Ne
Laale Naakke Morh'an Te Gali Yaaran Ne
Pattne Gulaab De Ke Kali Yaaran Ne
Charon Naddiyan Ne Ikk Duji Nalo Sohniyan
Hunn Dekhde Han Sadde Hathon Kine Fadd Na
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Nakke Morh Khetan Vich Laiye Paani Nu
Shammi Sadh Lenne Yaaran Di Tahni Nu
Nakke Morh Khetan Vich Laiye Paani Nu
Shammi Sadh Lenne Yaaran Di Tahni Nu
Paiyye Ghar Di Kaddi Peg Utte Peg Vai
Naale Eetan Da Banake Chulha Meat Dharna
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
Padh Vi Gye Ta Kade Judge Launa Ae
Job Layi Tan Sarkaran Pajh Launa Ae
Padh Vi Gye Ta Kade Judge Launa Ae
Job Layi Tan Sarkaran Pajh Launa Ae
Satte Jahe Karke Padhaiyan Firde
Laun Joge Rahe Jande Chaunkan Vich Dharna
Bauhniyan Jameena Te Takoniyan Haseena
Assi Jattan De Puttan Ne Dass Kahda Padhna
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Pakke Dheeth
Tere Pichhe Aawange
Ni Tenu Roz Satawange
Tere Pichhe Aawange
Ni Tenu Roz Satawange
Tu Jidda Marzi Reh
Assi Aidan E Theek Kude
Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Ni Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Sanu Lade Besharman Nu
Ni Assi Roiyye Karma Nu
Sanu Lade Besharman Nu
Ni Assi Roiyye Karma Nu
Rabb Kahton Nai Dinda
Mann Bhaundi Cheez Kude
Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Ni Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Sanu Nakk Chadhauni Aein
Ni Gal Gal Te Launi Aein
Sanu Nakk Chadhauni Aein
Ni Gal Gal Te Launi Aein
Tere Ishq'ch Daakhile Di
Dass Kinni Fees Kude
Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Ni Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Tetho Haan Karwan Laange
Ni Jind Jaan Bana Laange
Tetho Haan Karwan Laange
Ni Jind Jaan Bana Laange
Dass Tu Ki Jaandi Ae
Satta Ki Cheez Kude
Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
Ni Assi Pakke Dheeth Kude
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫
Fas Gayi
Bade Chir Ton Si Maarda Try Meh
Teri Aas Vich Hor Na Fasayi Meh
Bade Chir Ton Si Maarda Try Meh
Teri Aas Vich Hor Na Fasayi Meh
Tenu Karde Si Dilon Assi Pyaar Ni
Tuhin Dil Sadde Nu Si Jachh Gayi
Ni Tu Karke Kharaab Ikk Saal Yaaran Da
Kiwen Hor Kise Naal Fass Gayi
Badiyan Umeedan Laike Mod'an Utte KhadDe Si
Tenu Vekhne Ni Roz Duppan Vich Sarrde Si
Badiyan Umeedan Laike Mod'an Utte KhadDe Si
Tenu Vekhne Ni Roz Duppan Vich Sarrde Si
Gede Tere Pichhe Maar Maar Sohniye
Jutti Mitran Di Poori Ghas Gayi
Ni Tu Karke Kharaab Ikk Saal Yaaran Da
Kiwen Hor Kise Naal Fass Gayi
Paisa Vekh Billo Tu Tan Rang Hi Wata Gayi
Sadde Sachhe Pyaar Nu Tu Jootha Hi Bana Gayi
Paisa Vekh Billo Tu Tan Rang Hi Wata Gayi
Sadde Sachhe Pyaar Nu Tu Jootha Hi Bana Gayi
Pata Laggeya Ae Ajj Kal Lokkan Ton
Ki Tu Gairan De Tan Dil E Vass Gayi
Ni Tu Karke Kharaab Ikk Saal Yaaran Da
Kiwen Hor Kise Naal Fass Gayi
Tere Pichhe &Name& Ho Gaya Shudayi Si
Chadde Yaar Beli Ohne ChadhTi Padhai Si
Tere Pichhe &Name& Ho Gaya Shudayi Si
Chadde Yaar Beli Ohne ChadhTi Padhai Si
Hunn &Name& Na Like Tenu Kardi
Kal Shelli Sanu Teri Dass Gayi
Ni Tu Karke Kharaab Ikk Saal Yaaran Da
Kiwen Hor Kise Naal Fass Gayi
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫
Galti
Assi Sige Anjaan
Tenu Sake Na Pashaan
Kede Janmaan Da Sadde Naal Vair Kaddeya
Saddi Galti Tan Dass...
Saddi Galti Tan Dass, Sanu Kyon Shadeya
...Saddi Galti Tan Dass !
Thode Din Pehlan Assi Rabb De Smaan Si
Lokan Bahde Doh Par Ikk Jind Jaan Si
Kyun Hijran Da Teer Seene Vich Gaddeya
Saddi Galti Tan Dass...
Saddi Galti Tan Dass, Sanu Kyon Shadeya
...Saddi Galti Tan Dass !
Hun Baith Pashtaiyye Kahnu
Tere Naal Laaiyan Assi
Dukha Dian Gal'ch Meh Paaiya Appe Fahiyan Si
Hunn Sadde Nalo Changa Dass ..Kehra Labheya
Saddi Galti Tan Dass...
Saddi Galti Tan Dass, Sanu Kyon Shadeya
...Saddi Galti Tan Dass !
Yaad Rakh Ikk Din Baith Pashtaawein Gi
&Name&.. Wangu Athroo Vahaawein Gi
Tera Vehra Ajj Kushian Nal Peya Sajjeya
Saddi Galti Tan Dass...
Saddi Galti Tan Dass, Sanu Kyon Shadeya
...Saddi Galti Tan Dass !
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Pics / Mitra Di Jaan - SuperTalented APURV xD
« on: March 06, 2014, 06:22:45 AM »
jadon jagga Apurv jammeya, Aunty Ji ne ki ki supne vekhe c :hehe:
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Love Pyar / 7 Things That GIRLS Talk About and WE Don’t Know ;)
« on: February 27, 2014, 04:49:42 AM »☆ Looks ☆
Yes, that is the first question girls ask their friends whenever they find out that their friend is going out with someone new. Girls try to look their best for their guys and expect them to be perfect too.
Shallow, but that’s how it is! :pagel:
♀ So, tell me— How was it? ♀
Every girl has to dissect her “private life” and tell her friends in excruciating details,
how her first “intimate encounter” and every other such incident after that was. It’s A Rule.
So remember to be extra loving the next time around. :he:
$ Where did he take you? Who Paid? $
If you think you can get away with taking her to a less cool place, well, you’re strongly mistaken.
These things determine what kind of picture your girlfriend’s friends have of you in their heads.
Play wise. :smile:
:wait: Are You Serious? Is HE ?? :wait:
Do you ever wonder why your girl sometimes suddenly asks you how serious you are about her?
Well, it might be because she was asked this question too.
...and it got her thinking. :dnk:
:candies: GIFTs :candies:
May it be a birthday, Valentine’s Day or An Anniversary
—every girl wants to know what her friends got from and for their boyfriends.
And then, they compare. :D:
:here: SURPRISES :here:
If someone’s boyfriend is extra caring, you’re in trouble! Because, if he can steal her away for a weekend at a secret (and totally awesome) place, why can’t you?
There is no way your girl won’t tell you all about how sweet that guy happens to be!
Surpriseeeeee :blink:
:love: Sweet Gestures :love:
A bunch of fresh flowers (or a single red rose, even), fluffy stuffed toys, a beautiful card, sweet text messages, missing-you calls in the middle of work—these thing really, really hold importance to girls. Especially when it’s her roommate, not her, who’s getting all of this from her guy. What? Girls are inherently jealous! :laugh:
:hehe: Consider-Yourself-Warned !!
Yes, that is the first question girls ask their friends whenever they find out that their friend is going out with someone new. Girls try to look their best for their guys and expect them to be perfect too.
Shallow, but that’s how it is! :pagel:
♀ So, tell me— How was it? ♀
Every girl has to dissect her “private life” and tell her friends in excruciating details,
how her first “intimate encounter” and every other such incident after that was. It’s A Rule.
So remember to be extra loving the next time around. :he:
$ Where did he take you? Who Paid? $
If you think you can get away with taking her to a less cool place, well, you’re strongly mistaken.
These things determine what kind of picture your girlfriend’s friends have of you in their heads.
Play wise. :smile:
:wait: Are You Serious? Is HE ?? :wait:
Do you ever wonder why your girl sometimes suddenly asks you how serious you are about her?
Well, it might be because she was asked this question too.
...and it got her thinking. :dnk:
:candies: GIFTs :candies:
May it be a birthday, Valentine’s Day or An Anniversary
—every girl wants to know what her friends got from and for their boyfriends.
And then, they compare. :D:
:here: SURPRISES :here:
If someone’s boyfriend is extra caring, you’re in trouble! Because, if he can steal her away for a weekend at a secret (and totally awesome) place, why can’t you?
There is no way your girl won’t tell you all about how sweet that guy happens to be!
Surpriseeeeee :blink:
:love: Sweet Gestures :love:
A bunch of fresh flowers (or a single red rose, even), fluffy stuffed toys, a beautiful card, sweet text messages, missing-you calls in the middle of work—these thing really, really hold importance to girls. Especially when it’s her roommate, not her, who’s getting all of this from her guy. What? Girls are inherently jealous! :laugh:
:hehe: Consider-Yourself-Warned !!
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Love Pyar / A Toad & A Kiss (Boy! I Dump'd YOU!!)
« on: February 25, 2014, 02:51:54 AM »Anuja is the author of The Zoya Factor (2008), Battle For Bittora (2010) and Those Pricey Thakur Girls (2013). This short story is a prequel to her first book.
The toad stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, a look of utter consternation upon his face. Didn’t see this coming, did you, toad?
"Zoya." He said slowly, the sing-song Bangalore drawl very pronounced. (That tended to happen when he got nervous.) "Hey. How… how nice to see you. Didn’t you get my mail?"
I cocked my head to one side innocently. "What mail?"
His handsome jaw sagged slightly. He looked about the courtyard (blazing with pink bougainvillea and warm winter sunshine, by the way) – in a harassed manner. I couldn’t help noticing how nicely his aquamarine muffler set off the golden tone of his skin. He was fair for a guy – fairer than me. And lovely too – in a brooding, manly sort of way. A fair and lovely toad.
Then he squared his shoulders and looked right at me. "The email. From Columbia."
I smiled brightly, though my palms were clammy. "You wrote me tonnes of emails from Columbia. Which one d’you mean?"
Silence. I raised my chin then, looking up at him challengingly.
He met my gaze squarely, his eyes narrowed. We stared at each other like that for almost a full minute, while my heart slammed against my ribs and my stomach churned as busily as a Videocon washing machine in heavy duty mode. Gwwooon gwwooon gwwooown.
Then he gave a light little laugh. "You’re right." he admitted. "I did write you a tonne of letters. It’s silly to ask about each one separately. Come ’ere and gimme a hug. I’ve missed you, babe."
So of course I ran into his arms and hugged him. He hugged me back. Hard. And when we finally pulled away, his eyes were all soft. His cheeks flushed. And his heart was slamming hard under my fingers. I could feel it right through his preppy Benetton sweater. I really could.
"Come up to my room?" His voice was low and husky and just the way I used to like it.
"Um, not now." I said, somewhat breathlessly. Breathless, not because I was so hopelessly turned on. But because I suspected, that he suspected, that I had gotten the last mail he’d written me. In which he’d suggested that we should give each other ‘space’ because
He had met somebody hotter,
Unlike me, she was totally non-hawji about sex,
I was dumb and he was smart,
I was from Karol Bagh and he was from Golf Links,
I was doing a dopey MBA from Ghaziabad and he was doing a fancy one from New York,
He’d only dated a Gaalu Aalu like me so that my Gajju chacha – who had been his professor, and was this big shot at Delhi University – would recommend him to the schools in the US for a scholarship.
He hadn’t actually come out and said any of this, of course.
He’d been much more elegant. But, net-net, the message I’d received was ki yeh jo world hai na world, isme two types ke people hotay hain – users and losers – and that he was the former and I was the latter and that the time had come for a parting of the ways.
(Well, at least there had been no parting of the thighs. Which was a good thing – or maybe not? Maybe I should’ve used him a bit too, while we were at it?)
Naturally I was shattered when I received the email. I really liked him. We’d met so romantically – slow danced that first evening – and sat on the steps and talked till dawn. I’d lost three whole kilos in that first month when he left for the US (a best-ever record for me!) and then spent the last year doodling Zoya Singh Solanki <3 Ayaan Menon across my class notes and wondering how our life together would be (A Yawn, my troll-like brother had assured me repeatedly, but he’s an ass, what does he know?)
Two (not very attractive, to be honest) guys had asked me out that year and I had turned them both down, telling them solemnly that I had a long-distance boyfriend I was serious about. It had been lonely, but it had been romantic.
And now this!
A mail from the US, asking for ‘space.’ And please don’t tell me I’m over-reacting, because hello, a ‘space’ mail is the rokka ceremony of the big break-up mail. Everybody knows that.
And so I had come up with a low, cunning PLAN.
I would pretend that I hadn’t gotten his ‘space’ mail at all. I would dodge it – like people dodge subpoenas from the courts in all those legal thrillers. And then, while he was on the back foot and wondering how to dump me while I was being so needy and sensitive, I was going to quickly dump him. And thus avoid all heartbreak. Because heartbreak is 90 per cent just your ego getting kicked in the gut.
Everybody knows that, too.
Oh God, who am I kidding? This so-called Plan is just a sham! I’m desperately hoping that he’ll see me – all freshly shampooed and exfoliated and peachy – and remember all the good times we had – and fall in love with me all over again – and forget that he had ever met a new girlfriend or written me a ‘space’ mail. That’s the real low cunning plan.
And looking into his eyes now, I’m starting to wonder if his kisses still taste sweetly of Hubba Bubba grape and if he’s still got that Hero CD stashed about someplace.
Hero is our make-out song. Except that when I close my eyes I sometimes start seeing Enrique in my head instead of Ayaan, which is kinda creepy. Or maybe good? Because it proves that this is not true love? I mean, if it were, would I be seeing Enrique when we lock lips? Surely my One True Love should have the power to drive out the image of random mascara-wearing singers with weird moles from my brain while we’re kissing?
This is more like it, Zoya. Hold on to this thought. Ayaan Menon is a toad. You’re here to dump him, quick. Now, here’s the way to do it. You’re going to focus on his flaws – one by one – and gross yourself out completely.
Start with the fact that sometimes his mouth smells, which is probably why he’s always chewing Hubba Bubba. No, wait, start with his butt. It’s far from ideal. Too high. And it sticks out a bit. Like a shelf. You could stand a Coke can on it. Well, almost. And he wears mommy jeans. And then there’s his chest – which is umm, kinda bulbous. And he uses Mysore sandal soap. Which is just so uncool.
And then there’s his…
Shit.
I can’t do this.
This is like those diets where you’re supposed to gross yourself out by telling your brain that masala dosas look like poopy diapers – all white with a yellow centre – and then you never want to eat them again. They so don’t work.
I love him. I don’t want to break up with him! But I cannot stand around like a deer in the headlights, waiting for him to dump me. I cannot. "Do you?"
Ayaan was leaning right into my face, looking expectant. "Huh?" I said stupidly.
"D’you wanna come into the living room at least? Get some coffee?"
"Yes, please." I said faintly. "With lots of sugar."
He laughed, put his arm around me, hugged me sideways (avoiding boobage? Being platonic?) and started to march me into this house.
"It’s good to see you again.” He said, looking right at me. His eyes were shining with sincerity. Or maybe that was just the winter sun bouncing off them?
My heart leapt into my mouth. Was the plan working? Which plan? Damn, I was so confused, I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore...
Well, the kisses were just as good as they used to be. When the usual struggle for possession of the top button of my jeans started, I yanked down my sweater, and stalked out into the fancy living room, and after a while he followed.
It always makes me feel inadequate, his living room. It’s full of these Tanjore paintings and fancy rugs, and all these genuine paintings with signatures and all. At home, all we have on the walls are a couple of Bhutanese dragon carpets. And they’ve been hung up only so that our dog won’t chew on them.
There was a cricket match on – running on mute on his fancy flat telly. Our team was losing as usual. Losers.
"Where’s everybody?” I asked. "Your mom and dad?" "Some family function.” He replied briefly. "I pleaded jet lag. D’you want some more coffee?"
He got the coffee, while I sat on the couch, fiddling with my hair, stealing looks at myself in the hallway mirror. I was looking good. As good as I could get. But as good as he could get? Clearly, he thought not.
"So listen, you really didn’t get my last email?" He asked as he slid the coffee towards me.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, swinging my hair deliberately from side to side. My hair is super sexy – all cork-screw curly and jet black and down to my waist. It’s my best thing.
"No – but what’s the big?" I was feeling strangely light-headed. "Just resend it, na. We’ll both sit here and read it together. That’ll be fun!"
He went very still. "Are you sure?"
His voice was challenging. "Absolutely." I said coolly.
"Let it be, actually." He shrugged. "It isn’t that important."
Which immediately made me seethe inside. Not important? The email that broke my heart? Really?
He sat down next to me and started to talk. And as he talked, his arm draped casually around the back of my shoulders, his fingers gripping mine, the weirdest thing happened. The masala dosa=poopy diaper, seekh kebab=human turd thingie actually started to work.
I let him talk, and noticed small things about him.
His fingers – bony and hairy. These are the fingers that typed that mean email. Meanfingers.
His aquamarine muffler – chick-ish. And peacocky.
He’d pretended his mom picked it out for him, but I bet he bought it himself.
And the stuff coming out of his mouth – always so belittling.
"So what is this AWB you’re interviewing with?" He asked. "Never heard of it."
"Amos Walter Branson is India’s biggest ad agency." I tell him. "It would be a huge deal to get the job." Ayaan’s forehead creased.
"Will they pay well?" I mention the salary they’ve offered. It’s not insane – but it’s not piddly either. He smiled.
A patronising smile.
A patronising, toadish smile.
It made me want to slap him.
"What brands do they handle anyway?" "The best." I said, with more confidence. “If I get through, I’ll get to work on Zing Cola!" He pursed his lips.
"Don’t they do all those flashy, multi-starrer ads?"
"Ya-ya!" I nodded excitedly. "So cool, na?"
He crossed his legs (chick-ish again. Omg, I’ve been dating a chick!)
"In our marketing classes," he said, emphasising the ‘our’ in a way that instantly made me feel all protective about my small-time little MBA school in Ghaziabad, "they say that celebrity advertising in a double-edged sword, which, if wielded ineptly, can be totally destructive to brand building."
"So now I’m inept?"
"Zoya!" He spread out his hands, palm raised. "I didn’t say that."
"Well, I’m not." I told him, nostrils flaring dangerously. "I have the same genes as my Gajju chacha, and he’s smart enough for you, isn’t he?"
Ayaan put down his coffee mug. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
I didn’t say anything. My chest was feeling tight. I felt like I was about to explode. And then I did.
"It means you’re an ass. And a user. It means I’m tired of you writing me short emails while I write you long ones, it means I’m tired of being made to feel insecure and inadequate, and it means –" I paused.
"Well?" He asked.
"It means that I dump you!" I said it really loud and fast, and sat back, feeling half sick, half smug.
Ayaan blinked. "What?"
I nodded several times. "Yeah. I dump you. I dump you first."
"First?" His eyebrows rose. "Um, I did send you an email, back in December, saying I wanted spac–"
"Oh shut up." I said crossly. "If you couldn’t be faithful, at least be graceful. I dumped you. Is that clear?"
He nodded. "Crystal."
"Good." I said in a tight little voice.
And then he dropped me home. We didn’t talk in the car. There really wasn’t anything more to say. I found my dog and got to my room and got into bed and cried.
His mouth did used to smell. I admitted to myself, as I blew my nose on my pillow. And he was a user. But I’m not going to catalogue his bad qualities again and again in my head, because that will only make me all bitter and twisted. I will catalogue all my good qualities in my head, instead.
And then one day soon I will meet someone truly fabulous and awesome, who will be attracted to me because of how joyous and down-to-earth I am, and make me forget I ever knew a toad called Ayaan Menon, and he will be the hero of the movie of my life, and we will live happily ever after.
And then I called Eppa on my phone (she hates when I do that, this is nott a hotal this is a homme!) and asked her to bring me some hot adrak ki chai and a bowl of Bikaner ki bhujia to my bedside.
There’s lots to look forward to, actually. In a few days, it will be spring and Delhi will be full of flowers. My horrible brother will come home on his annual leave. And I may have good news from that interview at AWB.
I’m only twenty three years old. And healthy. And I have sexy hair. Life is good.
Author:-
The toad stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, a look of utter consternation upon his face. Didn’t see this coming, did you, toad?
"Zoya." He said slowly, the sing-song Bangalore drawl very pronounced. (That tended to happen when he got nervous.) "Hey. How… how nice to see you. Didn’t you get my mail?"
I cocked my head to one side innocently. "What mail?"
His handsome jaw sagged slightly. He looked about the courtyard (blazing with pink bougainvillea and warm winter sunshine, by the way) – in a harassed manner. I couldn’t help noticing how nicely his aquamarine muffler set off the golden tone of his skin. He was fair for a guy – fairer than me. And lovely too – in a brooding, manly sort of way. A fair and lovely toad.
Then he squared his shoulders and looked right at me. "The email. From Columbia."
I smiled brightly, though my palms were clammy. "You wrote me tonnes of emails from Columbia. Which one d’you mean?"
Silence. I raised my chin then, looking up at him challengingly.
He met my gaze squarely, his eyes narrowed. We stared at each other like that for almost a full minute, while my heart slammed against my ribs and my stomach churned as busily as a Videocon washing machine in heavy duty mode. Gwwooon gwwooon gwwooown.
Then he gave a light little laugh. "You’re right." he admitted. "I did write you a tonne of letters. It’s silly to ask about each one separately. Come ’ere and gimme a hug. I’ve missed you, babe."
So of course I ran into his arms and hugged him. He hugged me back. Hard. And when we finally pulled away, his eyes were all soft. His cheeks flushed. And his heart was slamming hard under my fingers. I could feel it right through his preppy Benetton sweater. I really could.
"Come up to my room?" His voice was low and husky and just the way I used to like it.
"Um, not now." I said, somewhat breathlessly. Breathless, not because I was so hopelessly turned on. But because I suspected, that he suspected, that I had gotten the last mail he’d written me. In which he’d suggested that we should give each other ‘space’ because
He had met somebody hotter,
Unlike me, she was totally non-hawji about sex,
I was dumb and he was smart,
I was from Karol Bagh and he was from Golf Links,
I was doing a dopey MBA from Ghaziabad and he was doing a fancy one from New York,
He’d only dated a Gaalu Aalu like me so that my Gajju chacha – who had been his professor, and was this big shot at Delhi University – would recommend him to the schools in the US for a scholarship.
He hadn’t actually come out and said any of this, of course.
He’d been much more elegant. But, net-net, the message I’d received was ki yeh jo world hai na world, isme two types ke people hotay hain – users and losers – and that he was the former and I was the latter and that the time had come for a parting of the ways.
(Well, at least there had been no parting of the thighs. Which was a good thing – or maybe not? Maybe I should’ve used him a bit too, while we were at it?)
Naturally I was shattered when I received the email. I really liked him. We’d met so romantically – slow danced that first evening – and sat on the steps and talked till dawn. I’d lost three whole kilos in that first month when he left for the US (a best-ever record for me!) and then spent the last year doodling Zoya Singh Solanki <3 Ayaan Menon across my class notes and wondering how our life together would be (A Yawn, my troll-like brother had assured me repeatedly, but he’s an ass, what does he know?)
Two (not very attractive, to be honest) guys had asked me out that year and I had turned them both down, telling them solemnly that I had a long-distance boyfriend I was serious about. It had been lonely, but it had been romantic.
And now this!
A mail from the US, asking for ‘space.’ And please don’t tell me I’m over-reacting, because hello, a ‘space’ mail is the rokka ceremony of the big break-up mail. Everybody knows that.
And so I had come up with a low, cunning PLAN.
I would pretend that I hadn’t gotten his ‘space’ mail at all. I would dodge it – like people dodge subpoenas from the courts in all those legal thrillers. And then, while he was on the back foot and wondering how to dump me while I was being so needy and sensitive, I was going to quickly dump him. And thus avoid all heartbreak. Because heartbreak is 90 per cent just your ego getting kicked in the gut.
Everybody knows that, too.
Oh God, who am I kidding? This so-called Plan is just a sham! I’m desperately hoping that he’ll see me – all freshly shampooed and exfoliated and peachy – and remember all the good times we had – and fall in love with me all over again – and forget that he had ever met a new girlfriend or written me a ‘space’ mail. That’s the real low cunning plan.
And looking into his eyes now, I’m starting to wonder if his kisses still taste sweetly of Hubba Bubba grape and if he’s still got that Hero CD stashed about someplace.
Hero is our make-out song. Except that when I close my eyes I sometimes start seeing Enrique in my head instead of Ayaan, which is kinda creepy. Or maybe good? Because it proves that this is not true love? I mean, if it were, would I be seeing Enrique when we lock lips? Surely my One True Love should have the power to drive out the image of random mascara-wearing singers with weird moles from my brain while we’re kissing?
This is more like it, Zoya. Hold on to this thought. Ayaan Menon is a toad. You’re here to dump him, quick. Now, here’s the way to do it. You’re going to focus on his flaws – one by one – and gross yourself out completely.
Start with the fact that sometimes his mouth smells, which is probably why he’s always chewing Hubba Bubba. No, wait, start with his butt. It’s far from ideal. Too high. And it sticks out a bit. Like a shelf. You could stand a Coke can on it. Well, almost. And he wears mommy jeans. And then there’s his chest – which is umm, kinda bulbous. And he uses Mysore sandal soap. Which is just so uncool.
And then there’s his…
Shit.
I can’t do this.
This is like those diets where you’re supposed to gross yourself out by telling your brain that masala dosas look like poopy diapers – all white with a yellow centre – and then you never want to eat them again. They so don’t work.
I love him. I don’t want to break up with him! But I cannot stand around like a deer in the headlights, waiting for him to dump me. I cannot. "Do you?"
Ayaan was leaning right into my face, looking expectant. "Huh?" I said stupidly.
"D’you wanna come into the living room at least? Get some coffee?"
"Yes, please." I said faintly. "With lots of sugar."
He laughed, put his arm around me, hugged me sideways (avoiding boobage? Being platonic?) and started to march me into this house.
"It’s good to see you again.” He said, looking right at me. His eyes were shining with sincerity. Or maybe that was just the winter sun bouncing off them?
My heart leapt into my mouth. Was the plan working? Which plan? Damn, I was so confused, I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore...
Well, the kisses were just as good as they used to be. When the usual struggle for possession of the top button of my jeans started, I yanked down my sweater, and stalked out into the fancy living room, and after a while he followed.
It always makes me feel inadequate, his living room. It’s full of these Tanjore paintings and fancy rugs, and all these genuine paintings with signatures and all. At home, all we have on the walls are a couple of Bhutanese dragon carpets. And they’ve been hung up only so that our dog won’t chew on them.
There was a cricket match on – running on mute on his fancy flat telly. Our team was losing as usual. Losers.
"Where’s everybody?” I asked. "Your mom and dad?" "Some family function.” He replied briefly. "I pleaded jet lag. D’you want some more coffee?"
He got the coffee, while I sat on the couch, fiddling with my hair, stealing looks at myself in the hallway mirror. I was looking good. As good as I could get. But as good as he could get? Clearly, he thought not.
"So listen, you really didn’t get my last email?" He asked as he slid the coffee towards me.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, swinging my hair deliberately from side to side. My hair is super sexy – all cork-screw curly and jet black and down to my waist. It’s my best thing.
"No – but what’s the big?" I was feeling strangely light-headed. "Just resend it, na. We’ll both sit here and read it together. That’ll be fun!"
He went very still. "Are you sure?"
His voice was challenging. "Absolutely." I said coolly.
"Let it be, actually." He shrugged. "It isn’t that important."
Which immediately made me seethe inside. Not important? The email that broke my heart? Really?
He sat down next to me and started to talk. And as he talked, his arm draped casually around the back of my shoulders, his fingers gripping mine, the weirdest thing happened. The masala dosa=poopy diaper, seekh kebab=human turd thingie actually started to work.
I let him talk, and noticed small things about him.
His fingers – bony and hairy. These are the fingers that typed that mean email. Meanfingers.
His aquamarine muffler – chick-ish. And peacocky.
He’d pretended his mom picked it out for him, but I bet he bought it himself.
And the stuff coming out of his mouth – always so belittling.
"So what is this AWB you’re interviewing with?" He asked. "Never heard of it."
"Amos Walter Branson is India’s biggest ad agency." I tell him. "It would be a huge deal to get the job." Ayaan’s forehead creased.
"Will they pay well?" I mention the salary they’ve offered. It’s not insane – but it’s not piddly either. He smiled.
A patronising smile.
A patronising, toadish smile.
It made me want to slap him.
"What brands do they handle anyway?" "The best." I said, with more confidence. “If I get through, I’ll get to work on Zing Cola!" He pursed his lips.
"Don’t they do all those flashy, multi-starrer ads?"
"Ya-ya!" I nodded excitedly. "So cool, na?"
He crossed his legs (chick-ish again. Omg, I’ve been dating a chick!)
"In our marketing classes," he said, emphasising the ‘our’ in a way that instantly made me feel all protective about my small-time little MBA school in Ghaziabad, "they say that celebrity advertising in a double-edged sword, which, if wielded ineptly, can be totally destructive to brand building."
"So now I’m inept?"
"Zoya!" He spread out his hands, palm raised. "I didn’t say that."
"Well, I’m not." I told him, nostrils flaring dangerously. "I have the same genes as my Gajju chacha, and he’s smart enough for you, isn’t he?"
Ayaan put down his coffee mug. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
I didn’t say anything. My chest was feeling tight. I felt like I was about to explode. And then I did.
"It means you’re an ass. And a user. It means I’m tired of you writing me short emails while I write you long ones, it means I’m tired of being made to feel insecure and inadequate, and it means –" I paused.
"Well?" He asked.
"It means that I dump you!" I said it really loud and fast, and sat back, feeling half sick, half smug.
Ayaan blinked. "What?"
I nodded several times. "Yeah. I dump you. I dump you first."
"First?" His eyebrows rose. "Um, I did send you an email, back in December, saying I wanted spac–"
"Oh shut up." I said crossly. "If you couldn’t be faithful, at least be graceful. I dumped you. Is that clear?"
He nodded. "Crystal."
"Good." I said in a tight little voice.
And then he dropped me home. We didn’t talk in the car. There really wasn’t anything more to say. I found my dog and got to my room and got into bed and cried.
His mouth did used to smell. I admitted to myself, as I blew my nose on my pillow. And he was a user. But I’m not going to catalogue his bad qualities again and again in my head, because that will only make me all bitter and twisted. I will catalogue all my good qualities in my head, instead.
And then one day soon I will meet someone truly fabulous and awesome, who will be attracted to me because of how joyous and down-to-earth I am, and make me forget I ever knew a toad called Ayaan Menon, and he will be the hero of the movie of my life, and we will live happily ever after.
And then I called Eppa on my phone (she hates when I do that, this is nott a hotal this is a homme!) and asked her to bring me some hot adrak ki chai and a bowl of Bikaner ki bhujia to my bedside.
There’s lots to look forward to, actually. In a few days, it will be spring and Delhi will be full of flowers. My horrible brother will come home on his annual leave. And I may have good news from that interview at AWB.
I’m only twenty three years old. And healthy. And I have sexy hair. Life is good.
Author:-
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Love Pyar / The Five Boys You Will Date Before You Find a Man!
« on: February 25, 2014, 01:26:40 AM » :cooll: THE GYM BUFF :cooll:
You will start dating him because he looks good in shirts, maybe reminds you of an actor you always liked. But then he will bring out his tight t-shirts, the protein shakes, the pair of jeans that pushes his crotch right to this throat, and the subway sandwiches (without the sauces). He will start making you feel bad about the cupcakes you routinely eat. It won’t take you long to realize that there’s only so much time you can spend looking at abs, and that you can’t keeping feeling as the fat pig in the relationship.
:Tumbup: THE OBSESSIVE GUY :Tumbup:
He was great at first. Charming and possessive. He showered you with all the attention you ever needed. Treated you like a princess. The both of you made a world around yourselves. Life was great till you realized you had no friends, no life any more. And the guy turns around and says with a Dexter-type smile, ‘Why do you need anyone else when I’m here? Then slowly you lose your call details, your Facebook passwords and your life to him. It takes you a year to break up with him and finally stop getting crying/threatening calls from him!
:candies: THE RICH GUY :candies:
Your first date will be at an expensive, dim lit restaurant. There will be people in flowing dresses around. Going Dutch? You must be crazy. You will be embarrassed taking out your tattered purse in front of him. The drive back home was in a glimmery Range Rover, one of his many cars. It will all go along fine till the time your realize that money can buy things, a lot of things, but not a conversation. Not yet. And you might just end up cheating on him.
:cool: THE ENGINEER :cool:
Finally. Finally. Here’s a guy you can talk to. The guy who will listen to you. The guy who doesn’t talk just about himself. The self-deprecating, funny guy! The guy who you could take back home to your mom to. But then you will enter his flat and find five guys and three hundred beer bottles and about a million cigarette stubs sharing the apartment with him. You will discover his obsession with Prison Break and Pink Floyd. His cupboard will puke at you and you will never sleep over at his place. Unless you don’t mind sharing the bed with three of his roommates.
:won: THE SYMBIOSIS GUY :won:
You think you are getting old. You think you are getting boring. You spend your weekends at home watching television. Then comes along this guy in his knee length shorts, his fake Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, a cigarette dangling from his limp fingers, and not a single F&$# to give. He takes you on a joy ride of parties, open bars, bad trip and good trips, and asks you to screw everything else! Life is great again. Until one day, you just lock yourself up on a Saturday, tired, and said, enough, I’m old now and I need a MAN, not a BOY!
*usually I don't do this guys (still, by all means,I respect our holy BroCode journal :p ) ..just did it somehow for the sake of gender equality :hehe:
You will start dating him because he looks good in shirts, maybe reminds you of an actor you always liked. But then he will bring out his tight t-shirts, the protein shakes, the pair of jeans that pushes his crotch right to this throat, and the subway sandwiches (without the sauces). He will start making you feel bad about the cupcakes you routinely eat. It won’t take you long to realize that there’s only so much time you can spend looking at abs, and that you can’t keeping feeling as the fat pig in the relationship.
:Tumbup: THE OBSESSIVE GUY :Tumbup:
He was great at first. Charming and possessive. He showered you with all the attention you ever needed. Treated you like a princess. The both of you made a world around yourselves. Life was great till you realized you had no friends, no life any more. And the guy turns around and says with a Dexter-type smile, ‘Why do you need anyone else when I’m here? Then slowly you lose your call details, your Facebook passwords and your life to him. It takes you a year to break up with him and finally stop getting crying/threatening calls from him!
:candies: THE RICH GUY :candies:
Your first date will be at an expensive, dim lit restaurant. There will be people in flowing dresses around. Going Dutch? You must be crazy. You will be embarrassed taking out your tattered purse in front of him. The drive back home was in a glimmery Range Rover, one of his many cars. It will all go along fine till the time your realize that money can buy things, a lot of things, but not a conversation. Not yet. And you might just end up cheating on him.
:cool: THE ENGINEER :cool:
Finally. Finally. Here’s a guy you can talk to. The guy who will listen to you. The guy who doesn’t talk just about himself. The self-deprecating, funny guy! The guy who you could take back home to your mom to. But then you will enter his flat and find five guys and three hundred beer bottles and about a million cigarette stubs sharing the apartment with him. You will discover his obsession with Prison Break and Pink Floyd. His cupboard will puke at you and you will never sleep over at his place. Unless you don’t mind sharing the bed with three of his roommates.
:won: THE SYMBIOSIS GUY :won:
You think you are getting old. You think you are getting boring. You spend your weekends at home watching television. Then comes along this guy in his knee length shorts, his fake Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt, a cigarette dangling from his limp fingers, and not a single F&$# to give. He takes you on a joy ride of parties, open bars, bad trip and good trips, and asks you to screw everything else! Life is great again. Until one day, you just lock yourself up on a Saturday, tired, and said, enough, I’m old now and I need a MAN, not a BOY!
*usually I don't do this guys (still, by all means,I respect our holy BroCode journal :p ) ..just did it somehow for the sake of gender equality :hehe:
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Love Pyar / The 5 Girls You’ll Date Before You Meet Your Woman!
« on: February 23, 2014, 03:21:38 AM »✰ THE DIVA ✰
You know the type. She’s high-maintenance. She expects you to pick her up and drop her off every time you go out (Autos? How down-market!). She expects every date to be at a high-end restaurant. You were attracted to her because of her appearance (you were blown away when you caught sight of her in her short bandage dress) but once you found out how much it costs for her to look that way, you try to convince her that she doesn’t need those acrylic nails, blonde highlights and Zanotti shoes (mainly because you’re going to have to pay for them). Your relationship lasts until she dumps you for someone richer… you knew that was coming though, didn’t you?
:cry: THE EMO GIRL :cry:
She’s sweet and sensitive. Maybe too sensitive. At first, you thought it was adorable that she cried at the end of Ram-Leela (not out of frustration but because she actually felt sad for the lead pair). But when you realize that she cries for reasons as varied as spilling coffee on her top and poverty in India, you start to worry. You’ve got to watch every single word you utter around her; because you never know what will set her off. When you break up with her, she will cry you a river and make you feel so guilty that you will consider staying with her just so that the tears can stop!
:kiss: THE FLIRT :kiss:
She’ll bat her eyelids and smile at you at a club. She has no qualms making the first move. You love how great a flirt she is. Until you realize you’re not the only one she’s flirting with! This girl likes attention and will go to any lengths to get it. Eventually, her hair tossing and touchy-feeliness with your brother, best friend and father will drive you away.
:oftopic: THE CONTROL FREAK :oftopic:
She’ll tell you what to wear, what to say to her friends and how to make Maggi! You’ll wonder how you ever got here and then you’ll figure it out; she works slowly. The control freak will initially make a guy feel like he’s perfect. But as time moves on, she’ll start controlling your every move. Soon, you’re stuck watching The Notebook with her (for the gazillionth time every Friday night) instead of playing poker with the boys.
:blush: MISS ‘I DO’ :blush:
This one is every man’s worst nightmare. She’s the female version of Uday Chopra from the Dhoom series! No sooner have you gone on one date, than she’s busy planning your wedding and the names of your future kids. No guesses why you’ll say ‘I DON’T’ and run far, far away.
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