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#vocearomaniei @ProTVVocea / @PavelBartosh: urmează doamna publicitate / fiimea: nu îmi place doamna publicitate

Me when I was in school vs me now

Lambi bhindi >> Bharwa bhindi >> Fried Kurkuri bhindi >> Gol bhindi

No Pasoori at a Punjabi wedding cause atleast these guys understand it's a sad song.

twitter, please, yaad aati hai yaar, mat karo ye sab suggest

really don't get why people care so much about someone's five year plans or post degree plans
i seriously don't have any plans as of now, i know I'm in a flow state right now, doing stuff i like to do, might as well get paid for it in the future

microsoft edge PMs do realise nobody gives a sh*t about all this stuff right, edge is too overdone as a browser now, earlier it had less, now its too many features

it's always these days when I'm really low on sleep when someone asks me "aur bhai kaisa chal raha hai"
i always take my hand below my eyes and say "ye kala dikh raha hai aankhon ke neeche?"
the person never bothers me again for the entire week

I just can't imagine Piyush Mishra singing anything other than Ik Bagal
Was listening to his Coke Studio songs and was wishing the next line is "Ik bagal me chaand hoga ik bagal me loriyan" at every single line 😭😭😭😭

mai amlet khaunga

no offense but the Hobbit trilogy better than LOTR

me listening to coke studio while drinking Pepsi is the highest level of blasphemy i could perform

bhai mai nahi reh raha bangalore me in future, kya chutiya city hai, khana ghar pe aa jata hai, raashan ghar pe aa jata hai, amazon delivery khar pe aa jati hai, aur delivery wala phone bhi nahi karta address puchne ke liye itna organized residential hai

I have started to credit things. To someone. Maybe to the absurd. Maybe to a known face. Maybe to an unknown face. But I don't know why i have. I can't just credit everything to the infinite probabilistic outcomes of the chaotic world.