My world came crashing down on Friday the 13th, March 2009

Friday the 13th's are always unlucky for me. Read the label of Friday the 13th to know what happened on the previous one. What happened on this one?
Read at your risk- Warning- It's yet another depressing post by Depressed Devastated Dads...Mads :(

Friday the 13th started off on a horrible note, when I got up at 8:15 for my 9 'o clock class and I still ended up being late. They rang the bell 3 minutes before 9, but yeah, I got attendance (after running at Usain Bolt speed) My legs ached hell lot since I'm not supposed to run and specially exert my knees. And as to why I'm not supposed to exert my knees and blah blah, never mind, and any questions asked regarding this will be left unanswered. Don't tell me I didn't warn you.

We got our project deadline extended till 16th, instead of 14th, so we were really happy and Non Dostanta gay. We had only 3 classes, so I came back to my room thinking I would work on the project and finish it off so that I could party during the weekend (with my other project who's deadline is on 18th.Gah!)

I discovered my laptop wasn't working. Now. I adore some non living things in life. My laptop is one of them, and I hate it if anything happens to him (Yes, my laptop's a HIM!!) or anyone bad mouthes him. I guessed the hard disc had crashed (from the blah blah it mouthed in its code language) but I was hoping I was wrong.



I brought him home. Gah. The hard disc HAD crashed. All my data has vanished. All the cricketters pics, MY pics, my SONGS (Wahhhhhhh), my stories and poems. And the worst part is the ganda icing on our mess ka cake. All my research and all the data I typed out from books at 68 words per minute (Yo, that's my typing speed) is all gone. I had saved a little on my gmail, but most of the drafted and edited parts is all gone.

My parents are pissed with me--What did I do? I never saved porn videos or anything which made the hard disc so full that it burst :-(

This is yet another cribbing post, which makes it 3 cribbing posts in a row(Whoopie, hattrick che), and I was not going to make my next post a cribbing post.

But I'm devastated.

P.S- Daddy ji promises that he will try to recover the data. Jai ho Bapu ji ki....

Friday the 13th, The Law of Love & here's introducing, Mom Jokes

I had a pretty (un)eventful Friday the 13th,which ended with me getting food poisoned and sleeping almost half of Valentine's Day. And, of whatever little remained of Valentine's Day, I had a blast (No No No I won't say who I went out with, Mummy reads bloggy, Mads shy shy shy che)

I attended a wedding on Valentine's Day. The best day to get married has to be Valentine's Day. The advantage being, your husband has no option except to celebrate V-Day alog with your anniversary, and he cannot afford to forget it.

I'm bored.I want to get married on 14th Feb.

If you liked Dad jokes (New readers, please check out the label of Dad jokes) then here's the first segment of Mom Jokes. My parents compete with each other these days, to impress you readers with their jokes. Each time they say anything, they either say, "Cool, put it on your blog" or "Don't you dare put this on your blog"

1)I showed Mom the picture of my joint blog called 'Shit for Tat' on my blog. I showed her how to click on it and how it would direct her to my joint blog.
She nodded and asked seriously,
"Then do I have to wash my hands??"

I ignored that, BTW.

2)I was writing a post for my blog the other day and I was giving the final touches to the post (That is, removing a few fucks here and there to give it a U rating instead of the XXX rating. Ok, bad one :( My sense of humour is fucked up because of the exam pressure which I claim I never have. Ok, will continue about this later on in this post)
So, Mom barged into the computer room and sang out, asking what I'm doing.
"I'm posting a post" I said importantly. I know that's fucked up english at it's best, but it sounded cool, so I said that. You know, something like, Ranbir Kapoor awesome che. Exam yo che. Ok, hope you get what I'm trying to say.
Mom replies,
"Oh....."
(A deliberate pause for dramatic effect)
"Don't forget to put the stamps" she added breezily.

3)My parents aren't that great at speaking Gujarati since we are South Indians living in Gujarat. But still, they are pretty decent. We have to speak Gujju since my parent's friends who are gujjus, struggle to speak in English since they studied in Gujarati medium in schools.

So, my mom's friend who's a Gujju, was travelling with us for a mutual friend's wedding. That aunty told, "Faras che". And my mom asked her what faras means in Gujarati. Aunty said, she didn't know the exact meaning, but it meant something like 'problem'. My Mom was thrilled and she said, cool, I can add this new word in her Gujju vocabulary while interacting with others.
After 2 hours, while we were returning back (That aunty wasn't with us in the car then), my mom still wondered that how come she hadn't heard of the word faras in Gujarati before.
Suddenly, the Einstein in Mom comes alive.
My mom said, "OMG"

"She actually meant farce in English when she said faras"

HA HA HA HA HA HA.

P.S- She who laughs last, has to be Madhuri, and she must cry the loudest. Mid semester exams from 18th. I never have exam tension, but this time it doesn't feel like exams, and I'm not having any pressure. Which is bad since I'm not studying and will fuck up my c.g.p.a again. Wish me luck and slap me, kick me, and make me study.

Yeh dilli hai mere yaar...
Bas Ishq Mohabbat Pyaar...
I love Dilli 6 songs.