Thank You Hai :)

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh ! Its been an year . Yes Its been an year when i decided to vomit out the crap in my numb mind to the world outside just like Hrithik stupidly decides to mask himself out and wishfullly thinks that the world outside would now acknowledge him as a super hero Krissh , i decided to call the dumb head in me "Sethi Sahib" and thought people would lap up this spelling and grammatical error prone avtaar of mine. ( Cant help it always Sethi Sahib always fall for wrong women and wrong words :))

Well every anniversary is a thanks giving time :) A small token of love to acknowledge the presence of all those who have been at the reciveing end of my thoughts and surprisingly still managed to be with me and cope up with the my eccentricites.

So in my long thanks giving list i would like to thank in no particular order , Rajesh aka RK sahib , abhishek urf Sexy , Manjith , Gaurav ,My brother sumeet , my parents , God , Amita, Deepika, Abha , all the vella gang members ,shrikant , sudeep, ankush , pulkit , srijesh , soham , Adi, nirmal , hiren , SamD ,monika , SI aka Shankarnarayanan Iyer ,NG aka national Geographic or Siri Rama, all the girls who have ever rejected me , all the girls i have had one sided crush on , Nikhil , Lalu , Ashit aka AJ, mukul , Javed , Farooq bhai , Guru Paaji , Higu or Himanshu Gulati , Girls on Sus Road Bus Stop ( we still dont know your real names ), Dhoop Chaaon , Papa Ki Beti , Saharan Pur , lambi wali chooti waali , Load girls , legal and illegal citizens of India and Amreeka, the fashion show team , abhishek N , rajesh P, SRK , Himesh reshamiya, Thick head Shri Arjun Singh ,fellow bloggers, anonymous reader who silently come to visit sethisahib everyday but never letme know how bad i have written these posts, Harin , Sujith ... I will keep on updating this list as and when new names strike my dumb head .

Well just wish to say , its ur presence in my life that makes me pen down few words , give me some thoughts , some stories to ponder and above all its your presence that makes me feel i indeed have few guys in my life whom i can turn too.

Mein Kya ab to party time hain,do go to your favorite restautrant today and have a waddi wali treat from my side :)

Cheers and baut wadda wala thanku hai ji

Puneet

Epitome of nothingness!

Well u must be wondering where the hell Mr. Sethi has been .

Sometimes u get so busy in performing unproductive activities in life that you tend to avoid the productive ones that one should really do. And even if you find time to do those productive ones, you get so bogged down by the guilt of doing the unproductive ones that you believe its okay to avoid the productive ones as in the end the total guilt percentage per productive plus unproductive activities comes out to be nearly same.

The above lines are kind of Mensa tests puzzles that will make sense only to high IQ , high EQ individuals who can provide answers to similar complex queries like what women really want , why its only in India that people fight to be called backwards , and who the fcuk made people like Arjun Singh our cabinet minister. And trust me I am not one of those high on brainy hormone , complex thinking individuals who can answer such questions.

And if you are still with me and wondering what the shit has happened to this nut case called Sethi Sahib and what the hell this eccentric chap is forcing down the throat of humanity by writing this kind of misery cryptic tales then trust me, reason for waking up of this monstrous kumbhkarna from his peaceful slumber has been a very dear friend who visited my blog after an equally peaceful sojourn and on finding out that world has not moved an inch since her last visit, immediately summoned me to write something right in here before she checks this blog in the morning again. Well thats what i call being one of the best exmaples of being relly clear in thoughts of what exactly u want.

But my spcl friend I don’t have anything to write. With my social circle now comprising of flickering images on TV or a laptop , couple of chat windows , a spider resting on the roof , and occasional human interactions in terms of official meetings and telecons , I am turning into a perfect example of a nirvanic person being gradually plugged out of the matrix.

I have given up my wane attempts to understand women psych long time back and learnt that I cant modify the code built in for them by the Chief Architect above becasue to me that guy has not even assigned read only permissions for decipjering it.

So this epitome is nothingness written just because you asked me to write something and thanks for asking me do that because perhaps this is something I really want to do even if I have nothing else in my life.

I said it to some one once; its only words and words are all I have to take your heart away!

And I do hope with frnds like u on my side there would be many more such words in years to come whether humanity or the "kind of women I usually talk about" like it or not.

Amen!