Guest guest Posted May 2, 2012 Report Share Posted May 2, 2012 Ha ha ha! Hilarious.... Coming to think of it, its true about the weather and the crowds mainly and the over-inflated room rates during " peak season " , but it's the getaway from home and routine life that's a much wanted change :-D I tried it once, to take a few days off and just sit at home, relax in very tourist like clothes, have beer in the day etc... (we have lots of trees in our compound) but it was just in 2 days that I got fed up and returned to work :-D (actually the family didn't like me lazing around ;-)) Ravin '82 > ** > > > Dil Hill gaya > > I have always wondered what exactly a hill station is. > > The old definition that it is a place situated atop a hill no longer > applies. There are many places which are perched precariously on cliff > sides > but no one flocks to them. While as, most of the famous hill stations > today > have an indifferent weather, so much so that it is almost mandatory to > book > an AC room in the hotel, because the hill station may not be cool enough. > Yet the manager sneers down his nose during season (Yes, like bitches, > hill > station managers also get an attitude during season) and deigns to tell > you > that only the standard non-AC room is available, but only if you plink the > astronomical advance immediately on the cash counter. > > Then it struck me! A Hill station is only a state of mind. It is place > where > you don the fluorescent pink top, showing your hairy belly button and your > knock knees below your green Bermudas without flinching. It is a place > where > the elderly Maniben suddenly starts shaking her jelly belly in the disco, > making you wonder if she suffers from Chorea or Epilepsy. > > It is a place where you pay 40 bucks for a 'game of skill' and scream with > joy when you ensnare a grand prize worth 5 bucks. (I told you what a great > player I am!) It is also a place where you pay 300 bucks for a short horse > ride, when you could have gone from one end of your city to the other in a > fraction of that! > > It is also a place where you shout with joy when you see Theplas and > Dhoklas > in the menu, forgetting that you had come here to forget home for a while. > It is also a place where you buy strange and outlandish hats and walking > sticks, which you lovingly carry home, never to use again. It is also a > place where you buy Chikki, Squash, Crush, Jelly sweets and other sinful > items, which are made in your city and sold back to you. > > It is also a place where you trudge on horseback or foot to five 'points' > which show the same scene, but are labeled Honeymoon point, Suicide point, > Panoramic view point, no to forget the ubiquitous Sunset point and > especially the Sunrise point, which makes you get up at an unearthly 5 am, > get a sore behind on horseback, and basically see the same old sun you > could > have seen from your terrace. > > So the next time my wife tells me, " Let's go to a hill station! " I am > going > to wear my yellow shorts and tight green T shirt, dance my 'Ganapati' > dance, > scream " OoooH La La La! " and say " Come on in and join the fun! " > > And she is going to say, " I think you are over the hill! " > > -Kishore Shah > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 2, 2012 Report Share Posted May 2, 2012 Very funny Kishoreda. Ashok 1984 Sent from my iPad > Dil Hill gaya > > I have always wondered what exactly a hill station is. > > The old definition that it is a place situated atop a hill no longer > applies. There are many places which are perched precariously on cliff sides > but no one flocks to them. While as, most of the famous hill stations today > have an indifferent weather, so much so that it is almost mandatory to book > an AC room in the hotel, because the hill station may not be cool enough. > Yet the manager sneers down his nose during season (Yes, like bitches, hill > station managers also get an attitude during season) and deigns to tell you > that only the standard non-AC room is available, but only if you plink the > astronomical advance immediately on the cash counter. > > Then it struck me! A Hill station is only a state of mind. It is place where > you don the fluorescent pink top, showing your hairy belly button and your > knock knees below your green Bermudas without flinching. It is a place where > the elderly Maniben suddenly starts shaking her jelly belly in the disco, > making you wonder if she suffers from Chorea or Epilepsy. > > It is a place where you pay 40 bucks for a 'game of skill' and scream with > joy when you ensnare a grand prize worth 5 bucks. (I told you what a great > player I am!) It is also a place where you pay 300 bucks for a short horse > ride, when you could have gone from one end of your city to the other in a > fraction of that! > > It is also a place where you shout with joy when you see Theplas and Dhoklas > in the menu, forgetting that you had come here to forget home for a while. > It is also a place where you buy strange and outlandish hats and walking > sticks, which you lovingly carry home, never to use again. It is also a > place where you buy Chikki, Squash, Crush, Jelly sweets and other sinful > items, which are made in your city and sold back to you. > > It is also a place where you trudge on horseback or foot to five 'points' > which show the same scene, but are labeled Honeymoon point, Suicide point, > Panoramic view point, no to forget the ubiquitous Sunset point and > especially the Sunrise point, which makes you get up at an unearthly 5 am, > get a sore behind on horseback, and basically see the same old sun you could > have seen from your terrace. > > So the next time my wife tells me, " Let's go to a hill station! " I am going > to wear my yellow shorts and tight green T shirt, dance my 'Ganapati' dance, > scream " OoooH La La La! " and say " Come on in and join the fun! " > > And she is going to say, " I think you are over the hill! " > > -Kishore Shah > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 2, 2012 Report Share Posted May 2, 2012 so which hill station did you visit this sunday to get this brilliant idea??? On Wed, 02 May 2012 18:08:41 +0530 wrote > Dil Hill gaya I have always wondered what exactly a hill station is. The old definition that it is a place situated atop a hill no longer applies. There are many places which are perched precariously on cliff sides but no one flocks to them. While as, most of the famous hill stations today have an indifferent weather, so much so that it is almost mandatory to book an AC room in the hotel, because the hill station may not be cool enough. Yet the manager sneers down his nose during season (Yes, like bitches, hill station managers also get an attitude during season) and deigns to tell you that only the standard non-AC room is available, but only if you plink the astronomical advance immediately on the cash counter. Then it struck me! A Hill station is only a state of mind. It is place where you don the fluorescent pink top, showing your hairy belly button and your knock knees below your green Bermudas without flinching. It is a place where the elderly Maniben suddenly starts shaking her jelly belly in the disco, making you wonder if she suffers from Chorea or Epilepsy. It is a place where you pay 40 bucks for a 'game of skill' and scream with joy when you ensnare a grand prize worth 5 bucks. (I told you what a great player I am!) It is also a place where you pay 300 bucks for a short horse ride, when you could have gone from one end of your city to the other in a fraction of that! It is also a place where you shout with joy when you see Theplas and Dhoklas in the menu, forgetting that you had come here to forget home for a while. It is also a place where you buy strange and outlandish hats and walking sticks, which you lovingly carry home, never to use again. It is also a place where you buy Chikki, Squash, Crush, Jelly sweets and other sinful items, which are made in your city and sold back to you. It is also a place where you trudge on horseback or foot to five 'points' which show the same scene, but are labeled Honeymoon point, Suicide point, Panoramic view point, no to forget the ubiquitous Sunset point and especially the Sunrise point, which makes you get up at an unearthly 5 am, get a sore behind on horseback, and basically see the same old sun you could have seen from your terrace. So the next time my wife tells me, " Let's go to a hill station! " I am going to wear my yellow shorts and tight green T shirt, dance my 'Ganapati' dance, scream " OoooH La La La! " and say " Come on in and join the fun! " And she is going to say, " I think you are over the hill! " -Kishore Shah manish kothari Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 2, 2012 Report Share Posted May 2, 2012 Keen observation and analysis very candidly written Dr. KS; Ravin ur last lines made me burst into laughter;  I have tried going to resorts in the plains-on the banks of Ganga- far from the madding crowd-but one cant go out in the evenings-becoz of the heat in the northern plains;  Also the pine-wood fragrance is missing!!!  Diwakar'76 Subject: Re: Dil Hill gaya To: mgims Date: Wednesday, 2 May, 2012, 8:30 PM  so which hill station did you visit this sunday to get this brilliant idea??? On Wed, 02 May 2012 18:08:41 +0530 wrote > Dil Hill gaya I have always wondered what exactly a hill station is. The old definition that it is a place situated atop a hill no longer applies. There are many places which are perched precariously on cliff sides but no one flocks to them. While as, most of the famous hill stations today have an indifferent weather, so much so that it is almost mandatory to book an AC room in the hotel, because the hill station may not be cool enough. Yet the manager sneers down his nose during season (Yes, like bitches, hill station managers also get an attitude during season) and deigns to tell you that only the standard non-AC room is available, but only if you plink the astronomical advance immediately on the cash counter. Then it struck me! A Hill station is only a state of mind. It is place where you don the fluorescent pink top, showing your hairy belly button and your knock knees below your green Bermudas without flinching. It is a place where the elderly Maniben suddenly starts shaking her jelly belly in the disco, making you wonder if she suffers from Chorea or Epilepsy. It is a place where you pay 40 bucks for a 'game of skill' and scream with joy when you ensnare a grand prize worth 5 bucks. (I told you what a great player I am!) It is also a place where you pay 300 bucks for a short horse ride, when you could have gone from one end of your city to the other in a fraction of that! It is also a place where you shout with joy when you see Theplas and Dhoklas in the menu, forgetting that you had come here to forget home for a while. It is also a place where you buy strange and outlandish hats and walking sticks, which you lovingly carry home, never to use again. It is also a place where you buy Chikki, Squash, Crush, Jelly sweets and other sinful items, which are made in your city and sold back to you. It is also a place where you trudge on horseback or foot to five 'points' which show the same scene, but are labeled Honeymoon point, Suicide point, Panoramic view point, no to forget the ubiquitous Sunset point and especially the Sunrise point, which makes you get up at an unearthly 5 am, get a sore behind on horseback, and basically see the same old sun you could have seen from your terrace. So the next time my wife tells me, " Let's go to a hill station! " I am going to wear my yellow shorts and tight green T shirt, dance my 'Ganapati' dance, scream " OoooH La La La! " and say " Come on in and join the fun! " And she is going to say, " I think you are over the hill! " -Kishore Shah manish kothari Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 3, 2012 Report Share Posted May 3, 2012 A very good description of facts.OPG To: ; From: kshahsky@... Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 18:08:08 +0530 Subject: Dil Hill gaya Dil Hill gaya I have always wondered what exactly a hill station is. The old definition that it is a place situated atop a hill no longer applies. There are many places which are perched precariously on cliff sides but no one flocks to them. While as, most of the famous hill stations today have an indifferent weather, so much so that it is almost mandatory to book an AC room in the hotel, because the hill station may not be cool enough. Yet the manager sneers down his nose during season (Yes, like bitches, hill station managers also get an attitude during season) and deigns to tell you that only the standard non-AC room is available, but only if you plink the astronomical advance immediately on the cash counter. Then it struck me! A Hill station is only a state of mind. It is place where you don the fluorescent pink top, showing your hairy belly button and your knock knees below your green Bermudas without flinching. It is a place where the elderly Maniben suddenly starts shaking her jelly belly in the disco, making you wonder if she suffers from Chorea or Epilepsy. It is a place where you pay 40 bucks for a 'game of skill' and scream with joy when you ensnare a grand prize worth 5 bucks. (I told you what a great player I am!) It is also a place where you pay 300 bucks for a short horse ride, when you could have gone from one end of your city to the other in a fraction of that! It is also a place where you shout with joy when you see Theplas and Dhoklas in the menu, forgetting that you had come here to forget home for a while. It is also a place where you buy strange and outlandish hats and walking sticks, which you lovingly carry home, never to use again. It is also a place where you buy Chikki, Squash, Crush, Jelly sweets and other sinful items, which are made in your city and sold back to you. It is also a place where you trudge on horseback or foot to five 'points' which show the same scene, but are labeled Honeymoon point, Suicide point, Panoramic view point, no to forget the ubiquitous Sunset point and especially the Sunrise point, which makes you get up at an unearthly 5 am, get a sore behind on horseback, and basically see the same old sun you could have seen from your terrace. So the next time my wife tells me, " Let's go to a hill station! " I am going to wear my yellow shorts and tight green T shirt, dance my 'Ganapati' dance, scream " OoooH La La La! " and say " Come on in and join the fun! " And she is going to say, " I think you are over the hill! " -Kishore Shah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 3, 2012 Report Share Posted May 3, 2012 Thank you very much Ravin, Ashok, Manish, Diwakar and Gupta Sir Ravin I enjoyed visualizing you in your back yard being ordered back to work by your wife. And Manish, it was a short visit to Matheran that inspired that outburst. I paid the price of a new AC for a couple of days in an AC room. But my wife and son enjoyed it! There was especially one naughty monkey who kept coming to our window and showing his penis to my wife. I suffered from an inferiority complex! Shows how simians can make monkeys out of men! Kishore Shah 1974 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 3, 2012 Report Share Posted May 3, 2012 So true. Sent from my i phone > > A very good description of facts.OPG > > To: ; > From: kshahsky@... > Date: Wed, 2 May 2012 18:08:08 +0530 > Subject: Dil Hill gaya > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Dil Hill gaya > > > > I have always wondered what exactly a hill station is. > > > > The old definition that it is a place situated atop a hill no longer > > applies. There are many places which are perched precariously on cliff sides > > but no one flocks to them. While as, most of the famous hill stations today > > have an indifferent weather, so much so that it is almost mandatory to book > > an AC room in the hotel, because the hill station may not be cool enough. > > Yet the manager sneers down his nose during season (Yes, like bitches, hill > > station managers also get an attitude during season) and deigns to tell you > > that only the standard non-AC room is available, but only if you plink the > > astronomical advance immediately on the cash counter. > > > > Then it struck me! A Hill station is only a state of mind. It is place where > > you don the fluorescent pink top, showing your hairy belly button and your > > knock knees below your green Bermudas without flinching. It is a place where > > the elderly Maniben suddenly starts shaking her jelly belly in the disco, > > making you wonder if she suffers from Chorea or Epilepsy. > > > > It is a place where you pay 40 bucks for a 'game of skill' and scream with > > joy when you ensnare a grand prize worth 5 bucks. (I told you what a great > > player I am!) It is also a place where you pay 300 bucks for a short horse > > ride, when you could have gone from one end of your city to the other in a > > fraction of that! > > > > It is also a place where you shout with joy when you see Theplas and Dhoklas > > in the menu, forgetting that you had come here to forget home for a while. > > It is also a place where you buy strange and outlandish hats and walking > > sticks, which you lovingly carry home, never to use again. It is also a > > place where you buy Chikki, Squash, Crush, Jelly sweets and other sinful > > items, which are made in your city and sold back to you. > > > > It is also a place where you trudge on horseback or foot to five 'points' > > which show the same scene, but are labeled Honeymoon point, Suicide point, > > Panoramic view point, no to forget the ubiquitous Sunset point and > > especially the Sunrise point, which makes you get up at an unearthly 5 am, > > get a sore behind on horseback, and basically see the same old sun you could > > have seen from your terrace. > > > > So the next time my wife tells me, " Let's go to a hill station! " I am going > > to wear my yellow shorts and tight green T shirt, dance my 'Ganapati' dance, > > scream " OoooH La La La! " and say " Come on in and join the fun! " > > > > And she is going to say, " I think you are over the hill! " > > > > -Kishore Shah > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 3, 2012 Report Share Posted May 3, 2012 after reading last paragraph, mera bhi dil hil gaya On Thu, 03 May 2012 21:22:05 +0530 wrote > Thank you very much Ravin, Ashok, Manish, Diwakar and Gupta Sir Ravin I enjoyed visualizing you in your back yard being ordered back to work by your wife. And Manish, it was a short visit to Matheran that inspired that outburst. I paid the price of a new AC for a couple of days in an AC room. But my wife and son enjoyed it! There was especially one naughty monkey who kept coming to our window and showing his penis to my wife. I suffered from an inferiority complex! Shows how simians can make monkeys out of men! Kishore Shah 1974 manish kothari Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 4, 2012 Report Share Posted May 4, 2012 Monkeys (Bizzare thoughts) always trouble every body.OPG To: mgims From: kshahsky@... Date: Thu, 3 May 2012 21:21:51 +0530 Subject: Re: Dil Hill gaya Thank you very much Ravin, Ashok, Manish, Diwakar and Gupta Sir Ravin I enjoyed visualizing you in your back yard being ordered back to work by your wife. And Manish, it was a short visit to Matheran that inspired that outburst. I paid the price of a new AC for a couple of days in an AC room. But my wife and son enjoyed it! There was especially one naughty monkey who kept coming to our window and showing his penis to my wife. I suffered from an inferiority complex! Shows how simians can make monkeys out of men! Kishore Shah 1974 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 4, 2012 Report Share Posted May 4, 2012 Thank you Manish, Kishore. Sad truth :-P Ravin '82 > ** > > > Thank you very much Ravin, Ashok, Manish, Diwakar and Gupta Sir > > Ravin I enjoyed visualizing you in your back yard being ordered back to > work > by your wife. > > And Manish, it was a short visit to Matheran that inspired that outburst. > I > paid the price of a new AC for a couple of days in an AC room. But my > wife and son enjoyed it! > > There was especially one naughty monkey who kept coming to our window and > showing his penis to my wife. I suffered from an inferiority complex! > Shows > how simians can make monkeys out of men! > > Kishore Shah 1974 > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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