dis one dat one

I could have become many things in life.
I wouldn’t have been very successful at them either.

I always thought I could become a stand up comedian. But I don’t have the delivery. I can’t “tell” jokes.
I wonder if stand up comedians have to be good at telling jokes. You know, like some guys who’re the life of the party telling punjabi adult humour jokes.
I go to weird parties.

Ive only been good at telling two jokes throughout my life. And everyone I know has already heard them.

Maybe I should take my two joke routine on the road, in front of people I don’t know.
I could open for a bigger comedian. Come out on the stage, do the first joke. And when theyre all recoiling from the laughter of the first one WHAM!!! I hit them with another.
And then im gone.
While theyre all left wondering “Who was that masked funny-man?”

Heres one of the two jokes:
(I have this translated and typed cos I earlier emailed it to all my friends- such is my desire for appreciation)

its called “the charsi (junkie) joke”
now im going to go look through my old emails to find it.

Im back.
Ok ---so I cant find it right now.
But I did find interesting snippets from earlier mails which I find interesting.
What an interesting sentence.

These are sGel mails- incase youre wondering.
And incase youre wondering what sGel mails are…
keep wondering.

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Fatims -Your gift is ready as I write---sorry bout the delay- Again :)
Coming to erums? you should—even if for a little while---also all of you other folks-

How come noone says ‘folks’ anymore? Oh ok----
it sounds like a british person swearing-
“them folks dunno know what theyre doing! innit?”

Haha…ok maybe not-

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Oh and J—about your little Linkin Park theory—its true to some extent—
cos I saw a live show of theirs once—and chester (the singer)---that’s his real name—really!!!)-
chester benington—like some british butler.

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Navvo----its like i hardly know you—
not that i really did before---but now toh its like--Navvo who?--
so Navvo who?--you coming back this summer?--is the man doing good? treating you alright?--
funny how when you don’t have anything much to say to a person you start asking questions---:)


so maheen--whats up??

hahaaha:)

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NEW BLOGGY

This is another day.

I’m quite excited about the whole Bryan Adams thing.
But I can’t seem to find anyone to share my excitement.

This is my first official rock concert.
I don’t care if its not u2 or Radiohead. Im okay with Mr. Adams. I grew up on his music.
In fact, the first CD I actually ever bought (for Rs.400 from…hmm…i can’t remember the name…was it Nadir Electronics?? Some electronics store next to teen talwaar. That was one of the two places you could get CDs in Defence / Clifton. 400 rupees seemed so unimaginably high when you were used to 25 rupee tapes from billboard. )

In any case…so the first CD I actually bought was Bryan Adams-Into the Fire.
And I bought it only because I’d heard Heaven and Summer of 69 (thanks to my elder cousins). So I bought Into The Fire and I came home and I heard it all the time.
Even though it wasn’t really a good album except maybe three songs. And it didn’t have Heaven or Summer of 69.
I remember I brought it home and I wrote on it “ALI’S COLLECTION #53”.
So as to imply that I had 52 other cds before buying that one.

When you’re young you seem to think that everyone really cares about what you do.
I obviously imagined someone important coming to my room, where this cd was carelessly thrown on the floor, picking it up and being impressed by the fact that if this was cd #53 I must have 52 others.

I still have the cd.
I should take it to get it signed.
:)

I’m hoping the sound is good. That’s my foremost reason for going. To see what they do with the sound. I have never gone to a concert where the sound was good, so I’m hoping this will be my first one.
I could have become a sound engineer. That’s something i could have done. Maybe this concert will change my life. Give me new direction. I shall find my true calling.
Maybe I’m just expecting too much.

I just hope he doesn’t end up singing Saali with Shehzad Roy.

Can you imagine trying to explain that to Bryan Adams?

SR: “Well… Bryan… The funny thing is that “Sally”… means your wife’s younger sister…
but it is also sort of offensive to call someone that… Therein lies the humour to my song!”

Great pop music.