OINKY DOREE....

Oinky doree..oinky oik…
Mr. Pig’s out for a walk…

Oinky doree… oinky dum….
Mr. Pig spots favourite rum…

Oinky doree… oinky hore….
Mr. Pig asks for more…

Oinky doree..oinky dey…
Mr. Pig calls it a day…

Oinky doree…oinky lome..
Mr. Pig heads for home…

Oinky doree..oinky thag…
Some one steals Mr. Pig’s bag…


Oinky doree…oinky hack…
Will someone please bring it back…

((i wrote this rhyme..yeaahh... oink oink..pigs rule ))

vishu bhaiya... :)

A new beginning….

Woo-hoo… just back from my bhai’s sagai… and wooww… it was FANTABULOUS… as was obivious…my bhaiya was the GADAR GUY….bhabhi jee was looking chooo chweet… and hee haaa… since I missed gullu bhaiya’s shaadi… I made a point not to leave vishu bhaiya alone this time…

My formative years were spent with most of my bhais… but taru and vishu bhaiya and I were in the same house so lol… the equations changed into we being really close… i love all my bhaiyaaasss… ashu bhaiya being my favourite hanging out buddy…gittu bhaiya being my favourite prankster bhai… munjal bhaiya being the masti party …taru bhai… being my closest supporter …lovey-rishi being my cute same age brothers…and chotu…being the chamakta sitara… but right now… I will talk about vishu bhaiya…

Well… vishu bhaiya…hmm..how do we put it… the only person in the family to have ever slapped me…. And then shower me with chocolates cuz he was sorry :p ..haha… just a call away..sach mey … for the world we are states away… and cousins… but for me..you are someone I’ve always looked up to…someone I wish to be like… someone who’s just awesome and made me who I am…who taught me the basic manners of closing my mouth while eating and then would wake up at around 5 am to ensure that I brush properly…yes… almost all my friends have a crush on bhaiya… and I remember when he would drop me to school… girls would be like.. ‘can you please introduce us to him’… even though I was this possessive behen and would shoo off all those dhakkans… our night rides on his pulsar….and then his sending me doggie from cochin..(which still hasn’t reached…kill th courier people)… we have so many special memories to share…

You have been there always… understanding my tears… and then warding off all the pain I faced… I just wish to let you know… you’re special bhai… and yes.. bhabhi is really cute… and I wish for a wonderful future for the both of you….

I couldnt stop adding on.. so i had to hit the darn publish button before my fingers committed suicide

MERA BHAI


NIKI... :) (5/26/2009 2:49:01 PM): btw..am lost
NIKI... :) (5/26/2009 2:49:06 PM): blog kya likhu
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manu bhaiya (5/26/2009 2:50:09 PM): kabh tak check kru
NIKI... :) (5/26/2009 2:50:30 PM): 30 mts
manu bhaiya (5/26/2009 2:50:41 PM): meters??/
manu bhaiya (5/26/2009 2:50:56 PM): wht happnd 2 u metrics??/

So… before I started yapping about my life’s bestest buddy…. I thought you guys should kinda know him.. hey naaa…

Born some 5 years before me… bhai’s… hmm.. the bestest.. lol ..ok.. I know… bestest is no word (psstt… as one of our teachers would put it… NIKITA TANWAR… BESTEST IS NO WORD…YOU’RE WORSE THAN A 3RD GRADER.. aww..cmon.. you know who…:p )

Hmm… so first..something I wrote for bhai… long long back.. ((eeuww.. he has no idea.. mush mush… we rajputs hate it.. but still.. bhai bear it peaze ;) ))

Opened my eyes… saw you STARING ….
They say.. I would always copy you in everything….

Oh did I bhai…?
Tell me.. was I this irritating idiotic tail..following you like you shadow….
Naah naah… am no shadow… am just you…

Mumma tells me… you were always there….
Hugging me… playing with me… and protecting me …

Yes… she tells me… you’de dress me up as a little sardar…
And I know I lose my flow here.. but he’d stuff my juddi with tamatar….

And of all the barbies we’d burn and cremate …
Brother… mettel people should sue you forever….

And yes… our little castles for ants in the garden…
And then having buso crushing it… brother you remember it.. right ?

Lol.. we were this diabolic pair…
Born evil… remember… we’d steal diesel from the garage generator….

Haha.. mummy would blame some unknown DIESEL CHOR…
While..we’de be up on the terrace… burning another Barbie…

And bhaiya… you remember those ultra-expensive german toys dad would bring…
Nobody knows… they still might be buried in that water boring dug…

And yes… our fired polymers… wat would you call em… AGNI MISSILE….
Some nuclear weapon.. haha.. burning polythene bags… and yes once again..BARBIE OMELATE…

And yes… bhai… mum tells me.. I’de gillafy your clothes…and you would never mind….
And haha.. how you’de make me sit on a tri-cycle..and BOOM..ACCIDENT… lol..

Not forgetting… how I would tear off your hair…
And you would dislocate my shoulder… bhai… WWE… swatcats… and what not….

They say.. I would always copy you…
But are they blind…

Ask them to open there eyes and see… I still do… eee haaa…stop me if you can


So shoot out bhai…
Tell me.. am I this irritating idiotic tail..following you like you shadow….
Naah naah… am no shadow… am just you…


OOHHHKK… SOORRRYYY FOR THE MUSH… but bhai… I wrote this… maybe in class 6th… yeah… tabhi… I wanted to give this to you for christmas… but lol.. I made a card instead… I dunno… look at the lol’s.. ee haa… :p…

I guess I dunno… it’s cool..that I am actually writing about you… but hey promise me this will not change our HATE-EQUATION….
Me misusing your password and teasing girls… and yes… leaking your secrets… esp… aww.. you know wat.. (( duniya mey… logo ko..dhauka kabhi ho jaataa…))

I dunno.. how can you actually be this perfect.. how can you actually remember getting me chocolates everytime you come home … even if it’s at 3 am… and how can you go bankrupt getting me all the possible Punjab’s team merchandise… how can you make me shut up…and listen to you scoldings… and how can you hear me screaming… how can you dress up as a girl to make me laugh and how can you make Africa-like chappaties at around 4am so that I do not disturb mom…. How can you so very easily own up those mistakes… all of them committed by me.. yet never let anyone know…. And how can you get me vegetarian curry for karim’s kebab..and yes… those hour long drives for me and jack…even when you know I am going to put all the blame on you… taking me out to malls… just cause I wanna go no matter if you have fever…and eating whatever I bake…even if it has 8 table spoons of soya sauce… and dumping trash-bin on me… just to make me bathe and stealing my collectible pictures and putting em up on your orkut profile… and then never changing ur password despite me teasing girls all over the globe with your special id……omg… bhai..… stop me…I guess.. I am getting to damn mushy ((not Rajput like..uh huh :P)

Know what bhai… you’re beyond my deciphering capabilities
Just cause… you no human… you’re my angel… just mine.. forever… : )


Pata hey.. my friends say.. you’re the coolest bhai they’ve ever seen.. and even though I show am disgusted… bhai… just want you to know… you aren’t just the coolest… but the cooooolestest (( CALL THAT TEACH… LMAO ))….

Bhai… I dunno.. I feel like killing myself for posting this.. I just can’t have you know.. I love you.. but uaawwnn… I am doing it… I am sorry.. I didn’t write anything about you.. (no wonder I never score in those 100 words para’s) but then … I could’nt stop describing your love…


And the bestest thing about having a perfect brother like you.. is that I can affornd making blunders… cuz… I know.. I have you… always..correcting me.. and crushing bones of all others who dare mess with me…

I dunno..
I love you… and that’s all I can say… : )

JUST READ IT....

(likhney ke baad realise kiya..this has no sense...but i guess next time onwards..i will actually write about something .. but hey this is my first..so cmon... padho bacho..)

Hmm… ok…12:46 am… shame on me…sitting in front of the pc… writing this… my bhai will kill me… yaar patiala janey sey pehley 3-4 ghantey daanta tha usney… NIKI PADHA KAR… TERA KUCH NHI HONA ITNI SEE PADHAI SEY

Toh abhi merey dimaag mey siwaaye uski daant key kuch aa toh raha nhi… toh socha issi baat par charcha kyun naa kee jai….

NIKI TERA KUCH NHI HONEY WAALA

Hmm… ok…so niki is this dhakkan… who does everything except what actually needs to be done… but hey I do study… bas… I dunno…apna toh meter hey..issey jayyada gaadi chalti hee nhi… hmm…

Aaj newspaper padha… 92% PERCENT RISE IN 90%ters… hhmm… sabse pehle..ALL HAIL THE GREAT ONES…. But mera toh soch key hee band baj jaata hey… yaar… naa mera padhai mey dimaag hey…naa kahi aur…bas mujhe sey toh baatey karwa lo.. hey na…

But then.. I know I won’t crack iit … but then I do think I can bake some yumm chocolate cake…better than some super-intelligent southi… I mean.. ok..no racism…love you southies..but heeh aa…no one can beat my choco cake…
But then..kya cake banao…jeevan bhar… yaar… darr lagta hey… fail hui toh suicide kar lena hey..(JOKING…JOKING…)
Yaar..can’t let parent’s down…. Upper sey agar pehley sey pata ho ki loser ho..toh banda kya karey… yeah..maybe I can sell pasta’s… om sweets par they sell those macaroni dums for 100 bucks…LOOTEREY…
Nahi toh …maybe I can kill little pesky kids on contracts… this world needs to be rescued from little monsters… :o….
Waise…how about being the brand ambasader of ‘useless mindless creature..’ darn..look at the trash am talking about… ok ok…kill me.. I guess I should stop typing..and start studying…or maybe sleep…lets see..omg omg… I see the sand man.. gotta go… I guess a huge chocolate cake is waiting for me in my dream…

By the way… what do you think you will be… or niki will be..or I dunno obama will be.. ok ok .. cut the cheese…I just want you to leave a comment…so write something…NOW