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OFFICE MAARO GOLI.
i m off.maybe some mall.some beach.
i need to unwind.

111753394346111215

OFFICE MAARO GOLI.
i m off.maybe some mall.some beach.
i need to unwind.

111753394346111215

OFFICE MAARO GOLI.
i m off.maybe some mall.some beach.
i need to unwind.

111753394346111215

OFFICE MAARO GOLI.
i m off.maybe some mall.some beach.
i need to unwind.

111753394346111215

OFFICE MAARO GOLI.
i m off.maybe some mall.some beach.
i need to unwind.

of dance bars,crisp blue shirts and french kisses

“Passion makes the world go round,Love just makes it a safer place”

Two of my fortunate friends had the opportunity of visiting a dance bar on friday night .So they went with lots of balls and maybe not enough cash in their pants.
Their experience:
A bottle of beer costs 400 bucks(wtf..a lil bit of mathematics and you’ll know that’s as good as 5 bottles in a normal bar).They didn’t forget their brains behind so they settled for just one bottle(how smart).Lots of pretty girls dancing.Lots of flesh on display.Well the proximity you get is in direct proportion to the amount of cash you flaunt.So two guys,stationed in a campus where females are close to exinction, in a Mumbai dance bar, lots of balls ,less of brains,threw a lot of cash(read few ten rupee notes,they didn’t keep the exact figure and you can’t blame them either) to get some amount of closeness to the girl(no touching mind you or you’ll be thrown to the wolves).Thats most of it really.They finally walked away a few hundred rupees poorer.They didn’t seem to mind though.

And I am wearing a crisp ,blue shirt to the office today.Ironed yes(I wrote crisp’didn’t I?),clean ofcourse,mine definitely.And one of the bosses noticed me wearing it and smiled with a “kya baat hai,nayi shirt”.I am generally shabbily dressed with a shirt or a tee just struggling to stay tucked within the rims of my jeans.So the moral of the story is.”go to your office ,smarly dressed.It keeps the Boss happy”.

Time:LUNCHTIME
PLACE:food court here at the reliance campus.The ice cream parlour to be precise.

I walk up to the counter and demand for a french kiss.
“ek french kiss dena”
The lady at the counter looks upto me from under her cap and then I realise the import of my statement.
“oh,wo waala flavour”

(and if you didn’t get it ,the ice cream flavour is called “french kiss”)

of dance bars,crisp blue shirts and french kisses

“Passion makes the world go round,Love just makes it a safer place”

Two of my fortunate friends had the opportunity of visiting a dance bar on friday night .So they went with lots of balls and maybe not enough cash in their pants.
Their experience:
A bottle of beer costs 400 bucks(wtf..a lil bit of mathematics and you’ll know that’s as good as 5 bottles in a normal bar).They didn’t forget their brains behind so they settled for just one bottle(how smart).Lots of pretty girls dancing.Lots of flesh on display.Well the proximity you get is in direct proportion to the amount of cash you flaunt.So two guys,stationed in a campus where females are close to exinction, in a Mumbai dance bar, lots of balls ,less of brains,threw a lot of cash(read few ten rupee notes,they didn’t keep the exact figure and you can’t blame them either) to get some amount of closeness to the girl(no touching mind you or you’ll be thrown to the wolves).Thats most of it really.They finally walked away a few hundred rupees poorer.They didn’t seem to mind though.

And I am wearing a crisp ,blue shirt to the office today.Ironed yes(I wrote crisp’didn’t I?),clean ofcourse,mine definitely.And one of the bosses noticed me wearing it and smiled with a “kya baat hai,nayi shirt”.I am generally shabbily dressed with a shirt or a tee just struggling to stay tucked within the rims of my jeans.So the moral of the story is.”go to your office ,smarly dressed.It keeps the Boss happy”.

Time:LUNCHTIME
PLACE:food court here at the reliance campus.The ice cream parlour to be precise.

I walk up to the counter and demand for a french kiss.
“ek french kiss dena”
The lady at the counter looks upto me from under her cap and then I realise the import of my statement.
“oh,wo waala flavour”

(and if you didn’t get it ,the ice cream flavour is called “french kiss”)

of dance bars,crisp blue shirts and french kisses

“Passion makes the world go round,Love just makes it a safer place”

Two of my fortunate friends had the opportunity of visiting a dance bar on friday night .So they went with lots of balls and maybe not enough cash in their pants.
Their experience:
A bottle of beer costs 400 bucks(wtf..a lil bit of mathematics and you’ll know that’s as good as 5 bottles in a normal bar).They didn’t forget their brains behind so they settled for just one bottle(how smart).Lots of pretty girls dancing.Lots of flesh on display.Well the proximity you get is in direct proportion to the amount of cash you flaunt.So two guys,stationed in a campus where females are close to exinction, in a Mumbai dance bar, lots of balls ,less of brains,threw a lot of cash(read few ten rupee notes,they didn’t keep the exact figure and you can’t blame them either) to get some amount of closeness to the girl(no touching mind you or you’ll be thrown to the wolves).Thats most of it really.They finally walked away a few hundred rupees poorer.They didn’t seem to mind though.

And I am wearing a crisp ,blue shirt to the office today.Ironed yes(I wrote crisp’didn’t I?),clean ofcourse,mine definitely.And one of the bosses noticed me wearing it and smiled with a “kya baat hai,nayi shirt”.I am generally shabbily dressed with a shirt or a tee just struggling to stay tucked within the rims of my jeans.So the moral of the story is.”go to your office ,smarly dressed.It keeps the Boss happy”.

Time:LUNCHTIME
PLACE:food court here at the reliance campus.The ice cream parlour to be precise.

I walk up to the counter and demand for a french kiss.
“ek french kiss dena”
The lady at the counter looks upto me from under her cap and then I realise the import of my statement.
“oh,wo waala flavour”

(and if you didn’t get it ,the ice cream flavour is called “french kiss”)

of dance bars,crisp blue shirts and french kisses

“Passion makes the world go round,Love just makes it a safer place”

Two of my fortunate friends had the opportunity of visiting a dance bar on friday night .So they went with lots of balls and maybe not enough cash in their pants.
Their experience:
A bottle of beer costs 400 bucks(wtf..a lil bit of mathematics and you’ll know that’s as good as 5 bottles in a normal bar).They didn’t forget their brains behind so they settled for just one bottle(how smart).Lots of pretty girls dancing.Lots of flesh on display.Well the proximity you get is in direct proportion to the amount of cash you flaunt.So two guys,stationed in a campus where females are close to exinction, in a Mumbai dance bar, lots of balls ,less of brains,threw a lot of cash(read few ten rupee notes,they didn’t keep the exact figure and you can’t blame them either) to get some amount of closeness to the girl(no touching mind you or you’ll be thrown to the wolves).Thats most of it really.They finally walked away a few hundred rupees poorer.They didn’t seem to mind though.

And I am wearing a crisp ,blue shirt to the office today.Ironed yes(I wrote crisp’didn’t I?),clean ofcourse,mine definitely.And one of the bosses noticed me wearing it and smiled with a “kya baat hai,nayi shirt”.I am generally shabbily dressed with a shirt or a tee just struggling to stay tucked within the rims of my jeans.So the moral of the story is.”go to your office ,smarly dressed.It keeps the Boss happy”.

Time:LUNCHTIME
PLACE:food court here at the reliance campus.The ice cream parlour to be precise.

I walk up to the counter and demand for a french kiss.
“ek french kiss dena”
The lady at the counter looks upto me from under her cap and then I realise the import of my statement.
“oh,wo waala flavour”

(and if you didn’t get it ,the ice cream flavour is called “french kiss”)

of dance bars,crisp blue shirts and french kisses

“Passion makes the world go round,Love just makes it a safer place”

Two of my fortunate friends had the opportunity of visiting a dance bar on friday night .So they went with lots of balls and maybe not enough cash in their pants.
Their experience:
A bottle of beer costs 400 bucks(wtf..a lil bit of mathematics and you’ll know that’s as good as 5 bottles in a normal bar).They didn’t forget their brains behind so they settled for just one bottle(how smart).Lots of pretty girls dancing.Lots of flesh on display.Well the proximity you get is in direct proportion to the amount of cash you flaunt.So two guys,stationed in a campus where females are close to exinction, in a Mumbai dance bar, lots of balls ,less of brains,threw a lot of cash(read few ten rupee notes,they didn’t keep the exact figure and you can’t blame them either) to get some amount of closeness to the girl(no touching mind you or you’ll be thrown to the wolves).Thats most of it really.They finally walked away a few hundred rupees poorer.They didn’t seem to mind though.

And I am wearing a crisp ,blue shirt to the office today.Ironed yes(I wrote crisp’didn’t I?),clean ofcourse,mine definitely.And one of the bosses noticed me wearing it and smiled with a “kya baat hai,nayi shirt”.I am generally shabbily dressed with a shirt or a tee just struggling to stay tucked within the rims of my jeans.So the moral of the story is.”go to your office ,smarly dressed.It keeps the Boss happy”.

Time:LUNCHTIME
PLACE:food court here at the reliance campus.The ice cream parlour to be precise.

I walk up to the counter and demand for a french kiss.
“ek french kiss dena”
The lady at the counter looks upto me from under her cap and then I realise the import of my statement.
“oh,wo waala flavour”

(and if you didn’t get it ,the ice cream flavour is called “french kiss”)