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Dedicated

Posted in Dancing on 12/10/2009 03:07 pm by anvesha

                                Dedicated to B.Law

 

“Discharge of contract means termination of the contractual relationship between the parties……”

Padmavathi madam began her daily dose of Business law. Even if she teaches B.Law for 10 minutes, it becomes overdose for us. When she continues her daily dose for solid 50 minutes, it obviously becomes pure torture.

“…..A contract is said to be discharged when all the contractual obligations created by it comes to an end……”

Everybody started staring at tall, strong and white walls as if they have found their Mr. Perfect in those walls. Actually our class room transforms into a Taj Mahal in B.law class. The boring class room with dark green board and walls being painted in White and cream colors appear as extremely beautiful architecture in B.law class.

“…..there are various modes of discharging the contract….” Padmavathi madam stopped and stared at this strange looking girl with bright maroon lip stick and green lenses who was busy scribbling something in her notes. Padmavathi madam is at least aware of one thing that her subject is not so interesting that students take running notes. She went back and came back with few books. Back benchers were happily completing their notes in her class, so as usual paddy went there and snatched their books. This is her usual practice, whoever diverts their attention towards any other subject in her class, she takes away their books. That is why we fondly call her “chota don”. If any body doesn’t find their books in B.law class, it does not take much time for them to figure out yeh chota don ka kaam hai….!!!

Something made my bag shake like a shakira and I was shocked that there was an earth quake in my bag. Then my common sense and presence of mind (which hardly works in B.law class) made me realize that it’s my mobile signaling that I have a new unread message. I opened and read it. It was from Sujji, the girl who sits in class room that is right in front of our class room.

“Hey how is it going? It’s Auditing here” Her message read.

“Its Auditing ka baap,B.Law here”  I replied.

I usually find people fretting that youngsters have become too lazy to talk face to face. Well if you ask me …..SMSing  is something pretty interesting to do in B.Law class.

“Isn’t it interesting J J” Bindu who was sitting behind me messaged.

“Oh!yeah!! It’s very interesting, I only need a hammer to either break my head or Chota don’s head L L” I replied and started staring at her as if I were born to know about Discharge of contract.Chota don was explaining so emotionally as if she were a Shri Krishna preaching Discharge of contract to 52 Arjunas (my class strength is 52).

Somebody yawned at back and I knew that aa gayi shaamat

“Arshiya, stand up” Chota don said

She stood.

“What is Discharge of contract?” chota don asked

“jaane tu….ya jaane na…..jaane tu……” I started singing .

“How can a cotract be discharged ?” Chota don asked the girl sitting next to arshiya.

“Naa jaane koi…..kaisi hai yeh B.law……kaisi hai yeh discharge…..” somebody started singing  inspired by me but definitely not by my voice. She was singing so loudly and so confidently as if she is going to get selected as a singing sensation of the country that chota don over heard her. Chota don was so aag baboola that we were surprised her head did not blew off.

“Tomorrow you all are writing test in B.law. If anybody scores less, they will have to talk with HOD.” She announced and left the class.

I came back home and slept peacefully till next morning.

Next morning I got ready for college and went to bus stop. I saw a lady who was almost similar to chota don and then I remembered B.Law test. I opened the text book and started reading. I felt as if I was on mars. It all looked so new, so bloody new that I could not find anything that I can understand without damaging my little brains. I closed the book as I love my planet and don’t have any intention to go to another planet. You see I Love Earth….I’m an Earthian.!!!!

I went to college and saw the arrangements made by chota don for our test. She made a stupid 25 marks test appear as a semester exam.

She gave question papers after we closed our books. We started asking each other what was their experience after reading or rather trying to read B.law.

“Oh! Shit man!!!” Jyothi exclaimed after taking a look at the question paper.

Once Jyothi panicked, I knew we were in trouble. I read the paper and found it Pluto, too far from Earth. (too far from what I tried to read) . I looked at chota don to see if she can show any sympathy on abla naris in the class room. But no….she is chota don…..!!!!

Mean while a clerk came and knocked the door. Thus students got an opportunity to ask each other whether they have ever heard about anything that was given in question paper. Few other girls were asking their neighbors to pronounce the terms given in paper.

I knew that whole bunch of my class mates are of no help, so I turned to find out what was going on between Chota don and clerk. They both talked for few minutes and chota don announced.

“Girls, quiet. Government has announced 15 days of holidays for all colleges situated in Telangana region due to the Telangana revolution, so you all should come back to college on 18th of December.

“Yippeeeeee…………!!!!!!!!”

 

P.S.:That does not mean that im enjoying sitting at home, I have to complete all my records. But the problem with this Telangana revolution is very disturbing as the Govt property is getting destroyed and people are scared of going anywhere. I hope this whole thing comes to end even if that means attending B.Law class for 3 hours.

OMG!!!!!3 hours……….!!!!

 

Hey guys!!!! I have been absent from iland for a month or so coz of my college and classes like B.law.I would have continued to be absent hadn’t these hlidays been declared…..though holidays are always pleasure…this time I genuinely feel bad that the reason behind these holidays is not pleasant.

 I missed out so many posts of my friends but I promise,I would try to read all of them and comment. And thanks to every body who mailed asking about my well being. Im over whelmed!!!!

Anvesha….$

 

 

 
 

What does she mean

Posted in Business on 10/04/2009 12:59 pm by anvesha


 

Untitled

Posted in Love on 09/26/2009 12:06 pm by anvesha

She has always been pampered, everywhere, by everyone. She got all that she wanted except her Love still she don't have regrets!!!

When she fell in love with him she realized, she found out that love has filled emptiness in her life which she never knew existed. Love served her a motive to live, it gave her the strength to face all the odds and survive.

I always believed that no matter whom we fall in love with but we sooner or later fall out of love if the relationship continues long enough. This belief strengthened after my break up. But she proved me wrong, she is in love with him since 10 long years and whenever she talks about him it seems that she fell in love with him just a minute ago. He is always with her, in her thoughts and her prayers. Though he isn't a bit aware of it.

Her genuine love for him encouraged his separation and unique individuality of her beloved. When she told me her story, I asked her selfishly "how did you cope with the seperation?" I asked her that question because I was eager to know the answer or rather a remedy that could be a balm for me. And she answered "I coped because I did not expect him to love me back"

She is moving on with her life, but her heart is still standing strong at the same place where it was years ago. Her self less love has fulfilled her. Her prayers doesn't complete without seeking blessings for him. He isn't aware that there is someone on this planet earth who cries over his troubles and worries, who dances over his success.

And she has a friend who admires her, looks up to her and who always wishes her bright future ahead. And of course who would visit her one day with a broken hand or broken leg. (I'm so accident prone you see and she is gonna be Doctor one day!!!!)
 

Schools

Posted in Friends on 09/05/2009 11:00 am by anvesha

School schools




It was raining dogs and cats in fact it was raining elephants and dinosaurs out. I was glad I wrapped myself up warmly in that thick blanket. But somebody was ruining my comfort by knocking the door. I cursed that somebody and went to open the door. I opened the door in the foulest of moods to yell at that somebody and saw my sister standing there.


"What are you doing here?" I asked.


"I want a dress" she said


"What dress? I don't have any of your dresses, go and search in your room" I was about to close the door when she bounced in and said '


"I want your dress, that blue one, if you don't let me get in and take that dress by myself, I will end up getting late to school"


"Isn't it Sunday?" I asked her


"Yes, it is, you have great knowledge about week days especially about Sundays, don't doubt your knowledge for sake of our special classes"


"On Sunday?" I asked


"What's wrong with you, you know we have special classes on Sunday, even you had when you were in 10th" she said.


Yes she is rite; I did attend special classes when I was in 10th standard. In fact holiday classes which our school people used to conduct on every holiday from 9am to 1.00 pm. I always wonder what they teach in these 3 to 4 hours which they can't on weekdays for 7 hours and another 2 hours of evening special classes. I myself attended all these special classes when I was in 10th standard and am still unable to make out what I was being taught during those special classes which I was not during the weekdays. I remember those Sunday and holiday special classes as an opportunity to wear something other than our school uniform and show off in front of other students. These special classes used to make us exhausted. If parents ask school authorities to stop conducting these special classes, they used to compliment themselves that this is the way of teaching and this is how students study. As if our parents didn't complete their 10th standard and directly secured their Graduation. Its not even like the students emerge as state toppers after attending these classes, I didn't come out with a 99% marks memo, neither did any of my batch mates, and this applies to every other batch, my seniors, super seniors, juniors .


My sister will be so exhausted after she gets back home that she don't even eat properly after all that 16 hours of hard work or rather torture. She wakes up at 5.30 am and gets ready for school. Her bus waala comes at 6.45 am and starts yelling out. She stops eating whatever she is eating and leaves with her bag which weighs around 15 kgs. Now-a-days my mom has started stuffing food into her mouth when she is half asleep. After making-her-eat mission is accomplished by mom, my sister puts her brains to work till late at night. She goes to school every day, without any break, without any holiday and without any sick leave.


Last week my dad got a call that my sister has fainted in the school. My dad immediately sent my uncle along with an auto to pick her from the school. But what literally startled me was that it was my sister's friend who called my dad to inform about my sis. Isn't it a school administration's responsibility to inform parents that their daughter fainted in school??


When my dad called up the principal, he got to know that principal was too occupied with a marriage. Fine everybody has their own social life, but shouldn't other teacher or sir call and inform us about it. Is this a way???


It's not only my sister who goes through all this mess, every student in the city goes through this. There are many schools out there who believe in making students life hell so that the school can boast about good academic results. Earlier these accusations were only against some corporate schools and colleges, but now, every school has turned like this. So we can't even ignore a school on the basis that it's a corporate school and they squeeze their students, every school does the same.


The other day when we had a family gathering on the eve of my grand father's barsi; my uncle got a call from his daughter's school authority who were inquiring about his daughter's already-informed-through-leave-letter absence. His daughter is in 6th standard. Now what is this all about???


Does studying an answer a million times since morning to evening is called as preparing for exams?? Don't students stand a least chance of being aware of the concept behind that answer? When all these education institutions say that students should absorb and not simply study, why they themselves are making students mug up the syllabus??? Don't you all think there must be an end to all this???


I was lost in thoughts when my sister patted my hand and asked-


"Don't you think these blue baalis goes down well with this blue dress?"


"Aah you and your matching business, I'm glad I don't have a blue lipstick and blue mascara"


I said and went back to sleep.


Girls are girls


And I can't sacrifice my sleep.




Anvesha .$
 

Love letter

Posted in Haslo yaar on 09/04/2009 01:22 pm by anvesha

An Interesting LOVE LETTER


 


 


My dear FAIR and LOVELY (ek chand ka tukda), you are my TVS SCOOTY (first love) and my AIWA (pure passion).


 


I always BPL (believe in the best) and you are SANSUI (better than the best)


 


You are DOMINO’S PIZZA (delivering a million smiles) for me.


 


This is a COLGATE ENERGY GEL ( seriously fresh ) feeling for me.


I want you to be my life partner but I think you are worried about your father who is KAWASAKI BAJAJ CALIBER (the unshakable) and my father who is CEAT (born tough) but don’t worry as I am also FORD ICON (The josh machine) and rest of our family members are pretty KELVINATORS (the coolest ones).


 


If they say no, we will run away and get marry and PHILIPS (let’s make things better). They will feel MARINDA (zor ka jhatka dhire se lage) but I believe in COCA COLA (jo chahe ho jaye). Trust in God who’s always ! NOKIA (connecting people) who love each other. And we are WILLS ( made! For each other).


 


Now that HYUNDAI (we are listening) the song of  love, you must know that love is DAIRY MILK (real taste of life),


 


SATYAM ONLINE (fun fast easy) and PARX (always comfortable) .


 


Don’t worry; it is new COCA COLA (life ho to aisye!).


 


Ok bye! I wrote little but PEPSI ( yeh dil mange more ).


 


LG (digitally yours).


 


 


 


Anvesha…$


 


(courtesy: Mail forward)


 
 

No title

Posted in Blogs on 08/25/2009 01:01 pm by anvesha

Tum paas aaye ..yu muskuraye tum ne na jaane kya sapne dikhaye ..kuch kuch hota hai ..


My mobile made me wake up from my snore-all-night sleep where I was dreaming of wrestling this girl with which I had a heated argument the other day in bus. Just when I was about to thrash that girl to earth, my bloody mobile ruined all my fantasy..


"Hello?"


"What the hell? You are still sleeping, do you have any bloody idea what time it is?" Jyothi yelled at the other end.


"Look Im blissfully bekaar today, so you better don't ask me these sort of complicated questions."


"You Khubhakarna ki chati aulaad,its 7.30 and we have exam at 9.00, if you get up at 8.00,how the hell can you reach college by 9.00?"


"Oh!no!" I shrieked "jyothi tu mujhe aadha ghanta pehle nahi call kar sakthi thi, shit man,tu kisi kaam ki nahi hai,ab phone rakh,I have to run"


I got out of bed quickly by throwing all my neend-wali-bekaarness away.But I was still feeling bad that I didn't kill that girl in my dream.koi baat nahi kal raat ke sapne me dekh lungi use,I tried to convince myself.


I was tying my hair into ponytail when I saw it was raining like anything. How am I even supposed to go to bus stop when it is raining like this? I wondered.


I was having my breakfast when my sister's school bus waala came and began yelling out of his frustration; after all he was waiting from some 5 minutes. My sister however is best at ignoring people, she did the same and turned to me n asked "akka,I saw you at Tripti Rest'nt yesterday, what were you doing there?"


"I went there to clean tables n plates" I replied pretty seriously, she laughed hysterically and amidst all that laughter she realized that I did not smile at least. She understood that my mood was still bekaar, so she stuffed her books into her bag n left.


I ran like P.T.Usha's bichdi behna to bus stop only to find out that I missed two buses. Thsese buses,aate hai toh saath me aate hai,nahi aate toh zamaane tak nahi aate, I cursed. I looked around and to my horror I could not see anyone's faces, except their eyes. 'Now what kind of eye sight is this?' I wondered. Then I realized that they were wearing these Swine flu-se-bacho masks. Then I remembered I forgot mine at home. Fortunately I had hanky in my hand. So I took that to my nose and held it tightly. Somehow I managed to dislike all these swine flu se bacho tasks. If I wear that mask I looked like a kamina doctor who just killed a patient by operating him and now running to save her life and that's why didn't remove that mask even after coming out of O.T. And if I put that hanky to my nose my hands end up paining for a week. But love it or hate it .you should follow it otherwise people will run away from you the way they ran away from Aishwarya rai when all these rumors of her being affected by swine flu came out.


Finally after looking at all masks people for some 10 minutes topi waale's bus came with almost half of Hyderabad's population in it. I fought like Jhansi ki rani Lakshmi bai to get into the bus. After getting into the bus, I held my hanky tight to my nose and went inside as it takes almost 45 minutes till I


get to afzalgunj (Bus stop where I have to get down n take another bus) I found myself some 5 inches place to stand. This bus is an express but the driver is slower than a bail gaadi, so, the express itself compromised with driver's lightening speed. Meanwhile the conductor appeared from no where. "Late ho gaya na" he asked some girls who were chatting all the way about how Naitik and Akshara got married for a month. This conductor is impossible to put up with. He makes pass at each and every girl. The problem with him is that he is so convinced that he is a boon to womanhood. By the way I address this bus as topi waale's bus as both conductor and the driver wears topi. This driver was so slow that already 3 cycle waalas overtook the bus and now this express driver is racing with another cycle waala. I wished to jump out of window and run. Unfortunately our college is too far to run a marathon and reach. So I could not do anything except to sulk in that overcrowded bus and make offers to driver in my mind, 'jaldi jaa naya topi kharid ke deti hu'. I stood there uncomfortably in that tiny 5 inches space by holding that hanky to my nose and watched as the conductor did some aerobics and gymnastics to collect tickets from crowd.


It was raining in the bus as well from those tiny holes. And that water kept falling on me. I used my big fat dupatta to wipe all that water which was falling on me. This guy in the bus has put on the speaker of his mobile and was playing this once-upon-a-time hit nasal singer's songs at its highest volume capacity which irritated me to no limit as I hate that singer to death. And at the top of it he is not a hit now. I stood there helplessly and fantasized about breaking his mobile into pieces with hammer.


Bus reached Afzalgunj and I again took my Rani Lakshmi bai's avatar and finally succeeded to get out of that overcrowded bus with all my body parts working.


I walked through all that flowing water which was probably filled with all the possible gandagi in the universe. I went to this auto waala who was giving so much attitude that he didn't even looked up to me when I asked "Chapel road?"


When I refused to give him any bhaav and was about to walk to another auto waala he spoke out "chaalees rupe."


I bargained and finally we agreed at Tees rupe for some 22 rupees if traveled on metre. We can't exactly help ourselves when it comes to Hyderabad's auto fellows especially when its raining. I sat rite at the middle of the seat to avoid all this rain water splashing over me thanks to all the other vehicles and of course this bloody rain. This auto waala was driving as if he was driving some Aero plane. I had to struggle to protect myself from all this dirty water splashing over me. I was about to ask him to slow down when I saw that it was 8.55 and I have only 5 minutes left.


Finally I reached college by getting drenched in all rain cum dirty water by exact 9.00. I gave this auto pilot his tees rupe and went to my class. To my shock I saw no one in my class, I did not see any other student in any other class. I went to notice board which is neglected by me every time even after my singing experience and found these big bold letters and words which formed into a sentence.


       TODAY'S EXAM IS POSTPONED TO 24TH OF AUGUST


 


 


Me: @#%&*@#%*&***##


 


(I could not think of any appropriate title for this one, my brain has stopped working after overworking for all these exams.I'm sorry that I could not read and comment on all your posts)


 


 


 


 


Anvesha ..$


 


 
 

Victim

Posted in Personal on 08/05/2009 05:33 pm by anvesha

I wanted to thank all my friends and family who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008 and continuing it in 2009 also

Because of your kindness:

* I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it’s good for removing toilet stains.

* I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.

* Forwarded hundreds of mails but still waiting for FREE DESKTOP, LAPTOP, CAMERA, CELLPHONE etc .

* I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer…

* I don’t leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about  7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.

* I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I  get a phone bill  with calls to Uganda, Pakistan, Singapore and Tokyo.

* When I go to parties, I don’t look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

* I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times… (Poor girl! she’s been 7 since 1993…)

* Still open to help somebody from Nigeria who wants to use my account to transfer his uncle’s property of $ 100 million. So much trustworthy.


* I have forwarded 35 emails to 400 people hoping that Ericsson or Nokia will send me latest mobile phones but those models are also obsolete now.


* Made some Hundred wishes before forwarding those Ganesh , Tirupathi Balaji pics etc. Now most of those ‘Wishes’ are already married  (to someone else)

IMPORTANT NOTE:
If you do not send this e-mail to at least 11,246 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will P on your head today at 6:30pm.

Nothing has happened till now…………………but who knows. So please forward…$


 


 


 


(courtesy:A forwarded mail from ma friend)


 
 

Happy Friendship day

Posted in Blogs on 08/02/2009 09:14 am by anvesha

Happy Friendship day!!!!


Anvesha…$
 

Family Problems

Posted in Haslo yaar on 07/31/2009 01:01 pm by anvesha

Hey guys…


I received this piece from a fellow ilander Rasheed….very funny one…so thought of sharing with you all and make you all smile…..$


 


Family Problems


 


Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.


 


The Indian man said to the American, “You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven’t even met once. We call this arranged marriage.


I don’t want to marry a woman whom I don’t love… I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.”


 


The American said, “Talking about love marriages… I’ll tell you my story.


I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father’s father-in-law.


Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.


More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father’s brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father’s son i.e. my brother is my grandson.


Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.


And you say you have family problems.


Gimme a break!!
 

Sunday with nonsense box

Posted in Fantasy on 07/27/2009 11:15 am by anvesha

                        Sunday with nonsense box


 


 


 


Finally Sunday has arrived…..after waiting for 6 long days six very loooong days and preparing cost sheets of some stupid 'xyz' company n 'abc' company who has got huge turnovers but still cant afford an accountant and end up giving details to govt. who in turn prints them in our text books and we have to prepare cost sheets for their numerous production lines .how sad???? But now Sunday has arrived .n this is how I spent my Sunday at home..!!!


Something woke me up early in the morning that is by 6.00 am n I realized that I have developed a bad habit of getting up early in the morning even when im not supposed to. I tried to sleep for some more time but could not. So I got out of my bed and followed 1st standard text book's 2nd lesson .that is


Brush your teeth-take bath-have your break fast-n after this I followed my self prescribed text book for myself on Sundays. I went to my room n sat on couch to read book by Nora Roberts. As I opened the book I realized that reading this book is equal to counting numerous black ants on white paper n I need to wear my reading glasses to do that. As I was in no mood to open my bag n take out those glasses from the case and clean them I decided to watch T.V.


I switched on the T.V. n heard a girl trying hard to sound delicate and I easily made out that its none other than Ms.Sawant."Mai bhi ladki hu mera bhi dil hai aur mai heart broken hu" Ok so Ms.sawant is heart broken coz of this banaras waala mohan ji who wants fame but not Rakhi. But what made her think that these guys love her despite knowing dramas she created along with her ex???? I felt pretty relieved that there are only two guys left in swayamwar. One is her younger brother oooopsss .sorry one who is 8 years younger to her n the other who can't speak Hindi I mean NRI. I switched to another channel where MJHT was being aired. So I settled to watch my 'once-upon-a-time' favorite serial.


"Ab mai samrat ko bataaungi ki tumhare dil me uske liye kya feelings hai". So Sheena is giving dhamki to chashmish who in turn is staring at Sheena through her chashme which she thought is the expression for 'Am petrified' line while Sheena read out her lines obediently. "Why don't these girls go and learn how to act besides taking care of their looks?" Finally when I thought I can't stand them any more I switched to another channel.


"Have you ever thought of cheating on your husband?" Yes its sach ka saamna. Desi version of "Moment of truth". Here participants dare to face the truth for the sake of numerous zeros they offer behind 1.The lady said "yes I did consider cheating on my alcoholic husband". Though they may get huge sum, I bet their lives will never be the same after facing the moment of truth.


I switched to news channel .where usual TRS joined hands with so and so party, so and so left TDP to join Congress uffff these politics. I switched to another news channel where a good looking man with a brand new siyaram's suit and European accent read out headlines which included Saifeena. My dad commented "The news which used to be in the corner of supplementary 10 years ago is now on the front page." As I was not interested to put up with more n more comments I switched to another Hindi national news channel where they inform you about everything in universe but not about news. I switched to another regional news channel where some lady was explaining about village people n their lives in the village. This piece of news was supported with pathetic background score. Strangely enough I did not see any sort of disappointment or misery in villagers' faces. I wondered 'are lives of these villagers as pathetic as these news people make out them to be??'


I switched to another regional channel where a girl barely 9 years old wearing vulgar item dress n dancing on the equally vulgar item number while her parents were encouraging her. I agree she has got talent but there should be some sense of dressing especially when she is a kid. Her dress was horrible and her expressions were irritating. Even judges who are so and so in the industry and well educated found the performance great and fabulous. None of them remarked on her dress n her desperate attempt to look sexy and seducing.


I decided to check out movies and switched to some movie channels. There was this bunch of youngsters who sat in a car and were singing 'jaane tu yaaa jaaaane naaaaa' and irritating the other girl who was supposed to be on a date with her guy. These movie channels air JTYJN almost every week. Singh is king and Jab we met are hot favs too !!! As I grew more n more sick of this T.V. I decided to go to my room n sleep for sometime. But then I remembered I still have Doordarshan to check out so I switched to DD .after watching it for some 10 minutes I realized that its real 3rd degree torture. I couldn't believe that this is the same channel which has once aired some great serials like Mahabharath,Fauji etc etc.I was completely pissed off and went to bed to take some rest after ruining my Sunday morning.


 


Anvesha $


 


 


 


 


 
 
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