bhookh lagle re

so she says,"today i got to know its you-the devil blogging....."
lol
shes a good friend. an old friend. didnt get to say goodbye to her when i left the country some months ago. she was travelling at the same time. she called. we spoke for a while. it was nice to her speak. tho there seemed to be a bit of irritation in her voice. should learn to keep in touch with people better. and so the blog was born.

being goan tells me i can do this.
It sounds just perfect.....GOAN MEN
You know u r Goan when...

You and your girlfriend are "friendly".
You've never had a grandmother, you've always had a Nana.
The same goes for Dada.

You jive to hip-hop.And if the DJ doesn't play the "masala" he's a bleddie baashturd and u feel like jhaaping or clipping him.
The first thing you ask another catholic is "which parish?"
Mazgaon is mazgon, Mahim is mayhim, borivali is brivli,bandra is banruh.
And you are a Mayhim boy or a Banruh girl.

Every sentence you say ends with "men".
And most sentences you say begin with "cheh men"
Women are "chicks" and men are "buggers"
It's okay if you skipped your best friend's birthday, but Sunday9 o'clock mass, have to go men, to meet da chicks and da buggers.

You utter 9 F's per 3 words.
You know at least one person in Vasai, Borivali, I.C. colony and Orlem, each.
The old people in the family call you "puta".
Portugal is your favourite European country.
You know 13 Savio's and 7 Seans.

You've been living in Bombay all your life, but you're actually from Goa or Mangalore.
You never say Mumbai.
You'll skip the world cup final but not the Christmas dance.
You love going to the local "fete" to watch the parishking and queen contest.

Irritating person filtered= swine.
When you disagree you say "balls".
You can't play cricket to save your life, but you rock at football.
You don't like Remo too much, but if a non-catholicdoesn't like him, you'll kick his arse for it.
Your Hindi is a little better than Michael Jackson's.
You claim you can't speak Konkani, but in reality, youcan use it to win the Nobel Prize for literature.

Christmas is not happy, it's merry.
Suits are black, dark blue and grey. Only.
On a Saturday night, you want to go out for a"cupple-a-beers" men.

Sunday is chicken curry day.
Your freezer is filled with last years Sorpotel, which if u heat and eat with pao no, its damn tashty men.
You prefer chicken patties to chicken lollypops.
When you order pav bhaji, you eat more pav than bhaji.

If you're goan you hate mangies and vice-versa.
Both goans and mangies hate east-indians a little.
East indians are people who've always been living in westIndia, and have nothing to do with the west indies.
Not from the east, not terribly Indian either.

Your bar has an okay amount of booze. 365 days of theyear.
And you "have some wine also men" for the women who don'tdrink.
You didn't watch Sholay but you've seen "The Passion ofthe Christ". In a theatre.
You think Mel Gibson is such a nice man.

Actually, this story is so appropriate to the Bandra bugger,men!

the light at the end of the tunnel was somebody just lighting up a cigarette. oh well life goes on. and there always jelly donuts. comfort

but seriously, theres always jelly donuts.

the smoking room is a strange world. people connect. there are some pretty faces too. the connections can get your heart racing(it could most probably be the lack of oxygen). the tears in the eyes (smoke again)....its funny when we step out of the smoking room, the relationship ceases to exist. but it IS there.