All Bhukkadds go to Ghatkopar !
Updates after a long long time... :)
Here is an email that was written by a friend of mine 2 years ago. But, things are the same even now... Its about Ghatkopar.. my home since the last 23 years (I mentioned abt the number of years here so that anyone who is annoyed by the post knows that it is supposed to be taken lightly).
Just to introduce you all to Ghatkopar in my style... the place where every other person you meet can be a gujju with extremely high probability. It has all the elements of Mumbai... also a "Khau Galli"; remember the one near Azad Maidan, VT station (now CST station). And yes, this Khau Galli evolved in such a way that it can put the original VT wala khau galli to shame ;). Well everything in ghatkopar has to be about food ... because thats the bussiness that you can start here and rest assured that it will run great for sure (hmm.... one of the backup plans in my mind... haha).
So lets see what my friend has to say about it. Enjoy !!!
"Ghaat ke upar" yes that’s what I tell the auto driver when I want to go home. It seems that Ghatkopar is beyond all the limits that govern the city of Mumbai, ironically ghatkopar being in the heart of the city. Funny thing, that it is known for the roundest of bellies of those blasted gujju’s. Well talking about the beyond limit funda ….it is really true….R.T.O seems to have no hold here , there are no traffic rules , but yes if your car even touches the butt of a cow , man you’ve had it. In ghatkopar vehicles do not go around circles, but these cows, which shit out a truckload of dung at the bus stops. The municipality cleans everything, well almost …cow dung in ghatkopar is still considered to have magical powers.
The reproduction rate is directly proportional to the food intake….well not exactly the way u think. You see gujju’s consider it as a status symbol to feed people with such oily food as if it were cooked in a refinery. The only place the bums get free food is in marriages and so every gujju forces another to get married. Consequently more food….. or more free food….. hence the…… mating season rolls in without the mating call …. but just because some gujju was hungry. Then you have a litter of these parasites coming out. Man to this even the ghatkopar dogs seem to have caught up with the human population….. considering that even they do not believe in producing puppies any lesser in number , other than zero, divisible by five.
Its Gods very own locality. Gujjus take god so seriously that they consider it a sin to let the wife prepare all the fourteen meals in the week. So on Sunday evening they leave their houses in search of their weekly prey…………… ……………. ”cheese pav bhaji….. with extra cheese... butter…”. On a Sunday evening you can see gujjus near their Mecca of food ……………. AAAAAAAAAAACCHHIJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Yes you find them in all colours.sizes…. shapes…. odor….. clothes. Talking about clothes ….. The gujju girls are the true babelets you see…. they just want the attention…..let it be wearing tight clothes or eating like a cow at achija. The way they eat on Sundays as if pav bhaji was the latest invention that Pentium gave along with P4.
But then again where else would you find such dinosaurs in today’s world? Where else would you find cows being felt and touched all over their body for a blessing …to clear out the constipation that bum and a half gujju got by stuffing himself with pav bhaji the night before.
Where else would the pollution survey chart have also a column for direct/natural contribution but humans?
Where else would the cow still be worshiped even if it got mad cow disease…. man they would say…….” Gay ma mataji avi gaya”.
Where else would there be so much food to feed entire Africa for four days?
Where else would you find the ratio of man to cows almost 4:1…. meaning every four gujjus can milk and touch one cow here and there?
Where else would even a beggar burp …. fart … and go to bed?
Where else would the prospect of hum do(actually weighing five) humare paanch….. seem real?
The Author of this email (Vatsal Sanghavi) is my friend from VESIT, Chembur; the place where I did my BE. He is the co-founder of a company named Problems2Solution. Their Company celebrated 1 year of success recently. Here is a link to their company website Problems2Solutions.
Here is an email that was written by a friend of mine 2 years ago. But, things are the same even now... Its about Ghatkopar.. my home since the last 23 years (I mentioned abt the number of years here so that anyone who is annoyed by the post knows that it is supposed to be taken lightly).
Just to introduce you all to Ghatkopar in my style... the place where every other person you meet can be a gujju with extremely high probability. It has all the elements of Mumbai... also a "Khau Galli"; remember the one near Azad Maidan, VT station (now CST station). And yes, this Khau Galli evolved in such a way that it can put the original VT wala khau galli to shame ;). Well everything in ghatkopar has to be about food ... because thats the bussiness that you can start here and rest assured that it will run great for sure (hmm.... one of the backup plans in my mind... haha).
So lets see what my friend has to say about it. Enjoy !!!
"Ghaat ke upar" yes that’s what I tell the auto driver when I want to go home. It seems that Ghatkopar is beyond all the limits that govern the city of Mumbai, ironically ghatkopar being in the heart of the city. Funny thing, that it is known for the roundest of bellies of those blasted gujju’s. Well talking about the beyond limit funda ….it is really true….R.T.O seems to have no hold here , there are no traffic rules , but yes if your car even touches the butt of a cow , man you’ve had it. In ghatkopar vehicles do not go around circles, but these cows, which shit out a truckload of dung at the bus stops. The municipality cleans everything, well almost …cow dung in ghatkopar is still considered to have magical powers.
The reproduction rate is directly proportional to the food intake….well not exactly the way u think. You see gujju’s consider it as a status symbol to feed people with such oily food as if it were cooked in a refinery. The only place the bums get free food is in marriages and so every gujju forces another to get married. Consequently more food….. or more free food….. hence the…… mating season rolls in without the mating call …. but just because some gujju was hungry. Then you have a litter of these parasites coming out. Man to this even the ghatkopar dogs seem to have caught up with the human population….. considering that even they do not believe in producing puppies any lesser in number , other than zero, divisible by five.
Its Gods very own locality. Gujjus take god so seriously that they consider it a sin to let the wife prepare all the fourteen meals in the week. So on Sunday evening they leave their houses in search of their weekly prey…………… ……………. ”cheese pav bhaji….. with extra cheese... butter…”. On a Sunday evening you can see gujjus near their Mecca of food ……………. AAAAAAAAAAACCHHIJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Yes you find them in all colours.sizes…. shapes…. odor….. clothes. Talking about clothes ….. The gujju girls are the true babelets you see…. they just want the attention…..let it be wearing tight clothes or eating like a cow at achija. The way they eat on Sundays as if pav bhaji was the latest invention that Pentium gave along with P4.
But then again where else would you find such dinosaurs in today’s world? Where else would you find cows being felt and touched all over their body for a blessing …to clear out the constipation that bum and a half gujju got by stuffing himself with pav bhaji the night before.
Where else would the pollution survey chart have also a column for direct/natural contribution but humans?
Where else would the cow still be worshiped even if it got mad cow disease…. man they would say…….” Gay ma mataji avi gaya”.
Where else would there be so much food to feed entire Africa for four days?
Where else would you find the ratio of man to cows almost 4:1…. meaning every four gujjus can milk and touch one cow here and there?
Where else would even a beggar burp …. fart … and go to bed?
Where else would the prospect of hum do(actually weighing five) humare paanch….. seem real?
The Author of this email (Vatsal Sanghavi) is my friend from VESIT, Chembur; the place where I did my BE. He is the co-founder of a company named Problems2Solution. Their Company celebrated 1 year of success recently. Here is a link to their company website Problems2Solutions.
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