My mad association with Johnny B. Goode

I've seen him rise

I've seen him fall

Lyk a shadow on a borken wall

Will conquer ur mind & Capture ur soul

Leave u Craving->Begging->Pleading for more

Try ur best to make him stop

BUT SLOW & STEADY

HE WILL RISE ABOVE ALL....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

© Ramdeo Baby a.k.a Popat!

Some say Arshad Charsi, others say Borat, I say completely fucked up and headed for the stars! Thats me's Johnny for you  :D. I can't even begin to explain how much I love him! Why?? Simply 'cuz he's the god-damn-bestestestest guy friend a girl can have/hope for! What started as mutual comfort and protection against the establishment (read: mad-race), our little nautanki on Orkut has resulted into a fraandhseep (and lou!) that I treasure more than anything as of now! What draws us together? Both of us suffer from ABSOLUTE lack of connectivity with people at work, both of us are impractical dreamers, both of us are just plain crazy [ok, lets not forget Ramdeo here =))] and both of us feel misunderstood by the world and everyone in it. Yes, very much indeed we are on the right track and its the rest of the world that's out of step and off-centre. We do not stay in touch for months together, slip off the time track in completely opposite directions (I’m usually headed for the abyss) and yet we bump and smack into each other in an encounter of a higher level! He proves time and again that men can make intelligent conversation (beyond tits and asses!) for which I RESPECT him! He calls up at the weirdest of the hours and makes my day. He's pixilated, I’m reckless- and we manage to create our own complicated webs of pixies, miracles, rainbows and airplanes. And while the world scoffs and sleeps at our dreams, we take off into the blue skies of some wildly successful venture. I enjoy a mad, fabulous and unique association with him. He plain fascinates me. He reassures my over-confidences that I’ll not be lost in the crowd.  And when I complain too much, he gives it to me in my face and asks me to eat my tongue. He bullshits around at times and I take it. Why?? Cuz sometime later in the day I'll throw an equal amount of shit on him and he'd take it just as sportingly as I did. He shares crazy ideas [read fantasies ;)] with me. Great gobs of it. Its madness. I know it. And I also know, that, if and when, someday, our dreams crash, it'd leave us on a dead end. Where would we go from there?-Back to our pixies, miracles, rainbows and dirigibles of dreams :) :)

So Parthasarathy Iyengar Krishnan-you are gonna make it BIG. i KNOW it! Go ahead you pathetic loser and kick some ROYAL ass! :D

PS: All the best with the swiss blondies post YOUR metal concert! behahahahahahahahaha =)) 

PPS: On a very different note, both Ramdeo Baby and me think that parthu is a little girl, who loves his Barbie! :P :P :D :)   mwwaaaah >:D<