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The LOL Crowd

Rachit Agarwal — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 20:08:09 +0000

U know wat??? Today I like took da “Do U Hav Boobs (Girlzzz only)” quiz on Facebook! And da result was freaky kewl!!! It sed that I DIDN’T have boobs!!! How kewl is dat?? Dont get it? This result proved widout ny doubt dat I AM a guy!!! Gawd! Facebook is soo kewl!! I totally laaooo Facebook! THANK U, whoever invented Facebook! I totally <3 u 2! More dan dat, i’m in LOVE with all da quizzes on fb! Dey teach me so many things abt ma friendz!! Lyk, how ma best frend Jas DaHunk Jadeja’s left ear is bigger dan his right ear! How did I know??? He took the “Wat Size R Ur Ears” quiz on fb, dats how duh~! And since fb is 1 helluva kewl place, dis quiz HAS 2 b ryt!! :-p
Just 2day, i took da “How well do U know Lucky KewlDewd Singh” quiz…nd….i just got a 30% on it! Nd then, he was lyk, “Dewd! Not kewl! U call me ur second best frend, nd u just got a 30%! Srsly dewd, relly not kewl! U got a 99.75% on Jas DaHunk’s quiz. Duz dat mean dat u laaooo him more? Duz dat mean dat u r closer 2 him?” and i was lyk, “dewd, wateva! dont b so gay!” huh! da wannabe. Thinks by being close frends wid me, he’ll b all kewl nd stuff! i relly hate ppl lyk him! They piss me off sooooooooo much!
Den dere r ppl like Jai Arora. Dey always typ out ful sentences nd proper spellings lyk dis: “Hi. My name is Jai Arora. I am 19 years old.” huh, what retards! dat last line took me almost an hr 2 typ! can u believ dat?! No wunder dey dont cum on chat so often it wud nyway take dem hrs 2 typ out nythng! and dey r sooooo boring! They hav all dese ‘rooles’ and ‘ethics’, watever they mean. Can u believ it, they wont even biach abt ppl! such nerds, i tell u! Nd Jai duznt even kno how 2 dress! I mean, jeans nd t-shirt?! Srsly?? Has he never seen fashion police? and he wont even cum on fb/update his stat on fb so often. he has 2 “hang out wid frends”! What retarded shyt! I mean, when you have Face-freakin-Book, Y do u need to hang out wid frends?! Dat’s da point of the syt, nyway! 2 bring frends 2gether widout dem havng 2 step out ov dere houses! How can dat guy live wid himself????? I mean, no fb, no dressng, no biaching. What duz he HAV in his lyf??? More dan ppl like Lucky, itz ppl lyk Jai who piss me ov!
Nyway, i tink i’ve sed a lot nyway. i think u get where i’m cumming from nd wat i’m sayin. Huh. If u hav lyk, evn a lil intelligence, u’ll get it…LOL nyway dewds nd dewdettes, peace off! Take care til next tym lol thanx 4 readin..ciao!

Breaking News!

Rachit Agarwal — Sat, 23 May 2009 07:25:14 +0000

People in India have a knack of complaining about how every little piece of news is dubbed BREAKING NEWS by the Indian news channels. But, when stuff like this happens, I think news channels are right in dubbing it BREAKING NEWS.

June 31st?!

Shit! June 31st!

Oh yay! They re-made the calender for the Indian government!

Stuff like this really is Breaking News! After all, you don’t have June 31st every year, do you? I think it’s the first time since…since…since the beginning of the calender that something like this happening. Breaking News, indeed! In what is even weirder, other news channels seem to be unmindful about this historic event, and are wrongly displaying the same piece of news as

Full Budget on July 31st.

Sheesh! What retards! They’re sure to lose viewership if they continue to ignore milestones like these!

My Love, My Life, My…..

Rachit Agarwal — Thu, 03 May 2007 06:42:00 +0000

Predictable stuff.

Not many people know the meaning of Love.
I didn’t too.
-That was before
I met you.
You taught me the meaning of Life.
You taught me the meaning of everything.
You taught me the difference
Between Love and Lust,
You are divine!!
You have beauty.
You have everything
I could ever want.
You petite little thing,
I love you!!
I love you,
My little dictionary…

Title courtesy: Boris

Hoobla doobla, Hoobla doo…

Rachit Agarwal — Thu, 29 Mar 2007 07:00:00 +0000

A nonsensical poem Boris and I composed in the middle of the Computer period. He contributed one line, then I contributed one line and so on till we came up with this poem. Try and figure out who wrote which part…

Hoobla doobla
Hoobla doo…
Go to the stove
And stir your brew.
Hoobla doobla
Hoobla doo…
Stir, stir, stir
And burn it into soup.
Ribbiddy Rabbiddy
Ribbiddy Roo…
Jump off the chair
And tie your shoe.
Whoa!
Watch the soup.
Wash your hands,
You touched your shoe!
Wash your face
Wipe it too,
‘Cause, it’s smeared with grue.
Be clean
Be real.
Wash, wash, wash
Yourself too.
That was nice
That was cool.
But what do I do
If you are a fool?
Dunno what.
Wait,
Lemme tell you.
Sing
Hoobla doobla,
Hoobla doo…

-Rach and Boris

That Thing You Do

Rachit Agarwal — Sat, 17 Mar 2007 03:45:00 +0000

Not as good as I’d hoped it’d be.

Maybe,
It was just my eyes.
Or maybe,
It WAS you.
Maybe,
It’s that thing you do.
Everytime I
You see,
Something stirs
Inside me.
Maybe,
It’s that thing you do.
I remember
That first time
-When we met.
I looked at you,
Forgot about the rest.
Maybe,
You did
That thing you do.
How can I explain it?
Why do I have
Eyes only for you?
Maybe,
It’s that thing you do.
Just tell me!
I’ve had enough.
Just tell me,
How do you do
That thing you do?
Just tell me!
Enough suspense,
HOW DO YOU
WRIGGLE YOUR FREAKING NOSE???

Tumpleturn Spike

Rachit Agarwal — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:11:00 +0000

Some old crap…

I stare,
I look,
I glare,
I weep,
I sweat,
Get bundled in a heap.
A monster is in front.
A monster,
Ha! You must be joking,
It’s Tumpleturn Spike!!!
The day is dusky,
The lightning
-Naughty.
I shiver,
I shriek
Some comfort,
I desperately seek.
I enter,
I see,
I turn,
I flee.
What did I see?
Read Tumpleturn Spike II
Written by me…

Never really got down to write Tumpleturn Spike II (and thank goodness for that!! It would’ve been crappier still..)

Return to Electri-City

Rachit Agarwal — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:03:00 +0000

Sequel to Electri-City. And, a much worse piece of writing than it…

Long ago,
I was here.
And now,
Again.
Another accident,
I had had.
And now,
I’m back to
This city of the mad.
As ever
The electrons and protons
Are mean.
The neutrons,
They can’t be seen.
Some thing’s up.
Solar Loon,
-He’s up to something.
This land is fading away,
I am almost there.
I open my eyes,
And in disbelief
I stare.
I realize
That Electri-City
Isn’t there.
It’s a dream.
It makes it up
-My mind
So that,
After being electrocuted,
Somewhere, myself,
I can find…

Electri-City

Rachit Agarwal — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:53:00 +0000

Crappie writing at its best…

I write this,
From a place rather strange.
An unknown and remote place
Beyond the Himalayan range.
Electrons here
Protons there.
Neutrons hiding
Deep in their secret lair.
Walking is a misery,
Running,
A pain.
For,
More than being electrocuted,
I prefer being slain.
The roads are electric
And the mayor,
Rather eccentric.
He claims to have
Been to the sun
AND the moon.
He class himself
Solar Loon.
Of this strange land,
The inhabitants are driving me crazy.
Electrocuting me
As I enjoy
The air breezy.
In this land,
A week I have to spend.
Then,
For all the ‘people’ care,
I can disappear round the bend.
I got here by accident
Concerning the town
As we know it.
For,
It is Electri-City.

Bucocopugaz

Rachit Agarwal — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:50:00 +0000

A strange word,
I just made, Bucocopugaz.
What does it mean,
Bucocopugaz?
Bucocopugaz,
It means simply,
Puked out cocoa
By a gazelle dimply.
Strange,
Is it not?
Well,
Stranger words I have got…
Till then
Be content with
Bucocopugaz
And,
The strange meaning
It has.

My Nail clipper

Rachit Agarwal — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 01:39:00 +0000

A nonsensical poem I wrote while studying History

Flutter,
Twitter,
My little magic nail clipper.
Yo and behold,
Now it’s made of gold.
Hold it and blink your eye,
Surprise, surprise,
You’re up in the sky.
Till…
“Little Johnny Brown,”
Says my mother with a frown,
“Are you at it again?”
“Mother sit down and I will explain.”
So for one hour,
On I go
On how it was forged
Long ago.
By a wizard of such might
That he could spread goodness
Till the end of sight.
She doesn’t believe me.
-Why should she?
It’s mine,
It’ll listen to only me
(She once tried
To command it,
But failed, you see.)
She says it’s
All in my head.
But, I know better,
It’s in my secret world instead…