As the title holds the key to its content, needless to say this fight comprises of two Pathans (well, I really doubt the origin of the fighters involved, one says he is a domiciled Bengali (he doesn’t care a wee bit about the aboriginality of his ancestors), the other claims he was born and brought up in a dark den in arid Afghanistan.
But being a witness to the pugnacious nature of the two personas (that of Zaid al Baset and Maisim Mirza), it is hard to resist the temptation of concluding that they both are nothing but Pathans. Oh, how I loved the cricketers, the sheer good looking Wasim Akram and Shahid Afridi- the Pathans of pulchritude! Oh yes! Both Mirza and Zaid are extremely handsome- that’s another proof of Pathanhood.
So how did the verbal duel begin? Blame it on G-talk. Yester night my G-talk had conked and I couldn’t chat with Zaid furtively. Orkut appeared to be our saviour- forget about stealth and surreptitiousness.
Zaid, poor lover, was confused as usual about his single status. He couldn’t cope with the fact that none was waiting for him to bump into his arms. So he decided to see again his lover’s undulating sand dunes dotted with cactus (read: his lover’s butt with boils). While deciding to hold the hands of his lover encore, he became perplexed, so he came online to see me playing agony aunt to him.
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The agony aunt session was going perfect. Sometimes I acted as Malaika Arora( remember the love-problem show on MTV?), sometimes I was as shrewd as Suhel Seth. But Orkut, being the grotto of all the perverts and voyeurs across the globe, whispered into the ears of its members about the spicy love session going on in the scrap books of Zaid and mine. Zaid and I did not mind the presence of the ghosts, but some of the spectres were so enthusiastic that they could not hold their tongues back. Mirza had a say on Zaid’s love story which is soon going to be as popular as Eric Seagull’s book. But Mirza with the likes of Camus and Kafka doesn’t care much about mundane love stories….natural, he called Zaid’s story a “not so sorry but a stupid story” and offered me an online cup of coffee to get the fretful story out of my mind.
Who knew that “not so sorry but a stupid story” punch line had the power of an atom bomb?? The American Orkut became the Hiroshima and Nagasaki of 2007!
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zaid:
sweetheart....if only some ppl concerned themselves with the stories of their own lives or the lack of it.. than opine on stories which they really cant fathom wnt the world be a haven....(U)
zaid:
if only some ppl had the ability to understand the finer and subtle nuances of a language........then nincompoops would get the hint ......use an ofxord dictionary n do a google search on sarcasm( as a form of rhetoric)
and here comes mirzu's defence
مرذا:
cool can you try english now
cunning mirzu is enjoing the wrath of zaidism
مرذا:
aaaah aaaaaah this guy is killing..what vocabulary what syntax.. what "oxord"
the pen is mightier than the sword- encore!
zaid:
i knw i can kill with words....thank you....as far as the typographical errors ..well i have better things to do than type msgs to a loser who really has nothn better to do than being..... well a loser!!!( of the highest cult.......)
mirza to me(or is he actually hinting at zaid? ;) )ا
مرذا:
well....shhh. may your words not hurt the ones you speak of, might be that they are just around the corner.
mirzu is hurt, so it seems...to zaid
مرذا:
well..me i all awe..how virtuoeus of you!
mirzu seeking empathy from me
مرذا:
read my scrap from zaid...how kind!
the ever furious zaid:
zaid:
as far as virtues go.....the only virtue i religiously follow is that of nt being virtuous 2:29 am (0 minutes ago) zaid: well..me i all awe..how virtuoeus of you! ... n dearwest u really need to work on ur grammer....dont they have wren n martin in afghanistan?????
the tired zaid/the end/:(
zaid:
anews take care .....heres wishing u a happy story.......
turn of mirzu to get mad at zaid...tells him to get lost...total sympathy to the naive zaid, the poor zaid.
zaid:
is that all u can say ???get lost??how sorry n stupid ......so there we come a full circle ma friend.
mirza, the bull. zaid, the matador.
مرذا:
whatever....and plz am not ur friend
the modest zaid:
zaid:
well im a philanthrope... i call every inconsequential human being a friend...just to humour them u knw.....
oh! the fight is still on. mirzu is back wid a bang after fagging. The power of a cigarette!
مرذا:
anddd? i know my grammar sucks, but doesn't "..." at the end of a statement mean you are going to vomit some more of crap?
zaid is back too.this time accompanied by his passion for a-posteriori as well as a-priori!!!
zaid:
dearest ppl like u are at best worthy only of my excrements......whch really is so much more valuable than ur whole self... u knw waht...honestly u arent evn worth my stinking bile ridden vomit......
The ever monstrous mirzu:
مرذا:
anddddd? do I have to remind you grammar?
amores perros part 2. :(
zaid:
well every dog has his day.......:).....
bark-estra
مرذا: yes. do not restrain yourself, must say your grammar is astounding..aaand?
the end.finally. or is it like the evergreen end of z-c fling???
zaid: now u are boring me......do dont this gandhigiri and and.....give me more types.....im bored.....gdnite....n grow up....tc!
The biggest brawl ever on Orkut lasted for 2 hours. Venom in their souls, the Pathans hit the bed (no, not together) with bad taste in their mouth. And I, the PoMo Sanjay from Mahabharata went to bed with a content heart hoping to see more of that brouhaha next day. But man proposes, god disposes! Next morn an instance of unrequited love at first sight ruined my hope. Zaid had a glimpse of a snap of Mirza (aaaaarghhh…why did I mail the photo to Zaid?) and instantly fell in love with him!!!!!
Is there any schism between love and hatred after all?
But being a witness to the pugnacious nature of the two personas (that of Zaid al Baset and Maisim Mirza), it is hard to resist the temptation of concluding that they both are nothing but Pathans. Oh, how I loved the cricketers, the sheer good looking Wasim Akram and Shahid Afridi- the Pathans of pulchritude! Oh yes! Both Mirza and Zaid are extremely handsome- that’s another proof of Pathanhood.
So how did the verbal duel begin? Blame it on G-talk. Yester night my G-talk had conked and I couldn’t chat with Zaid furtively. Orkut appeared to be our saviour- forget about stealth and surreptitiousness.
Zaid, poor lover, was confused as usual about his single status. He couldn’t cope with the fact that none was waiting for him to bump into his arms. So he decided to see again his lover’s undulating sand dunes dotted with cactus (read: his lover’s butt with boils). While deciding to hold the hands of his lover encore, he became perplexed, so he came online to see me playing agony aunt to him.
…………………………………………………………………………………………
The agony aunt session was going perfect. Sometimes I acted as Malaika Arora( remember the love-problem show on MTV?), sometimes I was as shrewd as Suhel Seth. But Orkut, being the grotto of all the perverts and voyeurs across the globe, whispered into the ears of its members about the spicy love session going on in the scrap books of Zaid and mine. Zaid and I did not mind the presence of the ghosts, but some of the spectres were so enthusiastic that they could not hold their tongues back. Mirza had a say on Zaid’s love story which is soon going to be as popular as Eric Seagull’s book. But Mirza with the likes of Camus and Kafka doesn’t care much about mundane love stories….natural, he called Zaid’s story a “not so sorry but a stupid story” and offered me an online cup of coffee to get the fretful story out of my mind.
Who knew that “not so sorry but a stupid story” punch line had the power of an atom bomb?? The American Orkut became the Hiroshima and Nagasaki of 2007!
................................................................................................................................................................
zaid:
sweetheart....if only some ppl concerned themselves with the stories of their own lives or the lack of it.. than opine on stories which they really cant fathom wnt the world be a haven....(U)
zaid:
if only some ppl had the ability to understand the finer and subtle nuances of a language........then nincompoops would get the hint ......use an ofxord dictionary n do a google search on sarcasm( as a form of rhetoric)
and here comes mirzu's defence
مرذا:
cool can you try english now
cunning mirzu is enjoing the wrath of zaidism
مرذا:
aaaah aaaaaah this guy is killing..what vocabulary what syntax.. what "oxord"
the pen is mightier than the sword- encore!
zaid:
i knw i can kill with words....thank you....as far as the typographical errors ..well i have better things to do than type msgs to a loser who really has nothn better to do than being..... well a loser!!!( of the highest cult.......)
mirza to me(or is he actually hinting at zaid? ;) )ا
مرذا:
well....shhh. may your words not hurt the ones you speak of, might be that they are just around the corner.
mirzu is hurt, so it seems...to zaid
مرذا:
well..me i all awe..how virtuoeus of you!
mirzu seeking empathy from me
مرذا:
read my scrap from zaid...how kind!
the ever furious zaid:
zaid:
as far as virtues go.....the only virtue i religiously follow is that of nt being virtuous 2:29 am (0 minutes ago) zaid: well..me i all awe..how virtuoeus of you! ... n dearwest u really need to work on ur grammer....dont they have wren n martin in afghanistan?????
the tired zaid/the end/:(
zaid:
anews take care .....heres wishing u a happy story.......
turn of mirzu to get mad at zaid...tells him to get lost...total sympathy to the naive zaid, the poor zaid.
zaid:
is that all u can say ???get lost??how sorry n stupid ......so there we come a full circle ma friend.
mirza, the bull. zaid, the matador.
مرذا:
whatever....and plz am not ur friend
the modest zaid:
zaid:
well im a philanthrope... i call every inconsequential human being a friend...just to humour them u knw.....
oh! the fight is still on. mirzu is back wid a bang after fagging. The power of a cigarette!
مرذا:
anddd? i know my grammar sucks, but doesn't "..." at the end of a statement mean you are going to vomit some more of crap?
zaid is back too.this time accompanied by his passion for a-posteriori as well as a-priori!!!
zaid:
dearest ppl like u are at best worthy only of my excrements......whch really is so much more valuable than ur whole self... u knw waht...honestly u arent evn worth my stinking bile ridden vomit......
The ever monstrous mirzu:
مرذا:
anddddd? do I have to remind you grammar?
amores perros part 2. :(
zaid:
well every dog has his day.......:).....
bark-estra
مرذا: yes. do not restrain yourself, must say your grammar is astounding..aaand?
the end.finally. or is it like the evergreen end of z-c fling???
zaid: now u are boring me......do dont this gandhigiri and and.....give me more types.....im bored.....gdnite....n grow up....tc!
The biggest brawl ever on Orkut lasted for 2 hours. Venom in their souls, the Pathans hit the bed (no, not together) with bad taste in their mouth. And I, the PoMo Sanjay from Mahabharata went to bed with a content heart hoping to see more of that brouhaha next day. But man proposes, god disposes! Next morn an instance of unrequited love at first sight ruined my hope. Zaid had a glimpse of a snap of Mirza (aaaaarghhh…why did I mail the photo to Zaid?) and instantly fell in love with him!!!!!
Is there any schism between love and hatred after all?
-The Shepherdess
1 comment:
so very much like a spoiltheart dame. filled with merriment having found gullible admirers vying for her affections.
.....fie spider
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