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Yes I am OLD SCHOOL^_^

ABHIMANYU

ABHIMANYU

✨Groot of Zozo✨
I have friends for whom fun means getting so drunk that you don't remember what happened last night. For them, you can't chill without the hukka smoke rings and joints getting rolled. They are my people, so I choose them with what they come. But they could never convince me that this was the best way to have fun and chill. In fact, I find the smoke too irritating and the loud bars torturous after a while. I am a cafe over a bar person. I like to sit and talk to my people, not scream at them so that they can listen. I know it suddenly makes me so uncool and lame for this generation. But I am not them. I don't even want to be this generation. I am old school. I like my walks. I like my silence on the terrace. I like my book in the balcony. I like my old songs in the background. I like my street food at the old spots. I like simple, little things in life. And it makes me happy, you know. I find these things natural to me. They give me uncomplicated joy. I don't need to convince myself that it's fun.

I know. I don't belong to your hip gang. I am a simple soul that way. I don't need my group pictures in a fancy place. I enjoy my simple cup of ginger tea with my people. We don't share wild pictures. But we share parle g biscuits. We share jokes, old memories, and our hearts. And to be honest, I have seen these cool people bitch about each other just after hanging out at those cool places and posting those cool-gang pictures on Instagram. I have seen how shallow the real life can be of these online cool people. So in a way, I am a little scared of them too. I feel out of place with them. Any expensive, fancy place, and my soul keeps whispering that this is not for you. I feel at home in simple, economical, cozy places where people talk more and click less. I like the menu cards I can read and understand. I know many will just call it cheap. But in the bubble I live, simple things are invaluable, not cheap.
I don't measure my joy by how much money I spent. I measure my joy by how happy I actually was. So for me, how happy I am matters more than how happy I look online.:headphones::hearteyes:
 
Having less money and lot of responsibility and expectations can take away that happiness. That's why money matters
 
ABHIMANYU said:
:map:@rits_ hasi to aap pr aa rhi mujhe....aap post tk nhi pdhi na uspr react kri or @Well Wisher k useless comment pr aisa jor se hasi jese joke of the decade maar diya ho....:unamused:itni irshyaaaa ki bhaawna smjh na aati kyu
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ABHIMANYU said:
I have friends for whom fun means getting so drunk that you don't remember what happened last night. For them, you can't chill without the hukka smoke rings and joints getting rolled. They are my people, so I choose them with what they come. But they could never convince me that this was the best way to have fun and chill. In fact, I find the smoke too irritating and the loud bars torturous after a while. I am a cafe over a bar person. I like to sit and talk to my people, not scream at them so that they can listen. I know it suddenly makes me so uncool and lame for this generation. But I am not them. I don't even want to be this generation. I am old school. I like my walks. I like my silence on the terrace. I like my book in the balcony. I like my old songs in the background. I like my street food at the old spots. I like simple, little things in life. And it makes me happy, you know. I find these things natural to me. They give me uncomplicated joy. I don't need to convince myself that it's fun.

I know. I don't belong to your hip gang. I am a simple soul that way. I don't need my group pictures in a fancy place. I enjoy my simple cup of ginger tea with my people. We don't share wild pictures. But we share parle g biscuits. We share jokes, old memories, and our hearts. And to be honest, I have seen these cool people bitch about each other just after hanging out at those cool places and posting those cool-gang pictures on Instagram. I have seen how shallow the real life can be of these online cool people. So in a way, I am a little scared of them too. I feel out of place with them. Any expensive, fancy place, and my soul keeps whispering that this is not for you. I feel at home in simple, economical, cozy places where people talk more and click less. I like the menu cards I can read and understand. I know many will just call it cheap. But in the bubble I live, simple things are invaluable, not cheap.
I don't measure my joy by how much money I spent. I measure my joy by how happy I actually was. So for me, how happy I am matters more than how happy I look online.
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ABHIMANYU said:
I have friends for whom fun means getting so drunk that you don't remember what happened last night. For them, you can't chill without the hukka smoke rings and joints getting rolled. They are my people, so I choose them with what they come. But they could never convince me that this was the best way to have fun and chill. In fact, I find the smoke too irritating and the loud bars torturous after a while. I am a cafe over a bar person. I like to sit and talk to my people, not scream at them so that they can listen. I know it suddenly makes me so uncool and lame for this generation. But I am not them. I don't even want to be this generation. I am old school. I like my walks. I like my silence on the terrace. I like my book in the balcony. I like my old songs in the background. I like my street food at the old spots. I like simple, little things in life. And it makes me happy, you know. I find these things natural to me. They give me uncomplicated joy. I don't need to convince myself that it's fun.

I know. I don't belong to your hip gang. I am a simple soul that way. I don't need my group pictures in a fancy place. I enjoy my simple cup of ginger tea with my people. We don't share wild pictures. But we share parle g biscuits. We share jokes, old memories, and our hearts. And to be honest, I have seen these cool people bitch about each other just after hanging out at those cool places and posting those cool-gang pictures on Instagram. I have seen how shallow the real life can be of these online cool people. So in a way, I am a little scared of them too. I feel out of place with them. Any expensive, fancy place, and my soul keeps whispering that this is not for you. I feel at home in simple, economical, cozy places where people talk more and click less. I like the menu cards I can read and understand. I know many will just call it cheap. But in the bubble I live, simple things are invaluable, not cheap.
I don't measure my joy by how much money I spent. I measure my joy by how happy I actually was. So for me, how happy I am matters more than how happy I look online.:headphones::hearteyes:
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Bhai you speak your heart and thats what matters. I am totally alike you. dont get angry who doesnt know whats real meaning of old school. I am of old school too. Its like you speaking each and every word of my mouth . Thank you very much. Man gya koi to hai mere jaisa. Sooner or later they ll come to know the truth 'dont judge a book by its cover':cool:
 
Dom55 said:
Bhai you speak your heart and thats what matters. I am totally alike you. dont get angry who doesnt know whats real meaning of old school. I am of old school too. Its like you speaking each and every word of my mouth . Thank you very much. Man gya koi to hai mere jaisa. Sooner or later they ll come to know the truth 'dont judge a book by its cover':cool:
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Very well said!! absolutely ☺️
 
ABHIMANYU said:
I have friends for whom fun means getting so drunk that you don't remember what happened last night. For them, you can't chill without the hukka smoke rings and joints getting rolled. They are my people, so I choose them with what they come. But they could never convince me that this was the best way to have fun and chill. In fact, I find the smoke too irritating and the loud bars torturous after a while. I am a cafe over a bar person. I like to sit and talk to my people, not scream at them so that they can listen. I know it suddenly makes me so uncool and lame for this generation. But I am not them. I don't even want to be this generation. I am old school. I like my walks. I like my silence on the terrace. I like my book in the balcony. I like my old songs in the background. I like my street food at the old spots. I like simple, little things in life. And it makes me happy, you know. I find these things natural to me. They give me uncomplicated joy. I don't need to convince myself that it's fun.

I know. I don't belong to your hip gang. I am a simple soul that way. I don't need my group pictures in a fancy place. I enjoy my simple cup of ginger tea with my people. We don't share wild pictures. But we share parle g biscuits. We share jokes, old memories, and our hearts. And to be honest, I have seen these cool people bitch about each other just after hanging out at those cool places and posting those cool-gang pictures on Instagram. I have seen how shallow the real life can be of these online cool people. So in a way, I am a little scared of them too. I feel out of place with them. Any expensive, fancy place, and my soul keeps whispering that this is not for you. I feel at home in simple, economical, cozy places where people talk more and click less. I like the menu cards I can read and understand. I know many will just call it cheap. But in the bubble I live, simple things are invaluable, not cheap.
I don't measure my joy by how much money I spent. I measure my joy by how happy I actually was. So for me, how happy I am matters more than how happy I look online.:headphones::hearteyes:
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ABHIMANYU said:
I have friends for whom fun means getting so drunk that you don't remember what happened last night. For them, you can't chill without the hukka smoke rings and joints getting rolled. They are my people, so I choose them with what they come. But they could never convince me that this was the best way to have fun and chill. In fact, I find the smoke too irritating and the loud bars torturous after a while. I am a cafe over a bar person. I like to sit and talk to my people, not scream at them so that they can listen. I know it suddenly makes me so uncool and lame for this generation. But I am not them. I don't even want to be this generation. I am old school. I like my walks. I like my silence on the terrace. I like my book in the balcony. I like my old songs in the background. I like my street food at the old spots. I like simple, little things in life. And it makes me happy, you know. I find these things natural to me. They give me uncomplicated joy. I don't need to convince myself that it's fun.

I know. I don't belong to your hip gang. I am a simple soul that way. I don't need my group pictures in a fancy place. I enjoy my simple cup of ginger tea with my people. We don't share wild pictures. But we share parle g biscuits. We share jokes, old memories, and our hearts. And to be honest, I have seen these cool people bitch about each other just after hanging out at those cool places and posting those cool-gang pictures on Instagram. I have seen how shallow the real life can be of these online cool people. So in a way, I am a little scared of them too. I feel out of place with them. Any expensive, fancy place, and my soul keeps whispering that this is not for you. I feel at home in simple, economical, cozy places where people talk more and click less. I like the menu cards I can read and understand. I know many will just call it cheap. But in the bubble I live, simple things are invaluable, not cheap.
I don't measure my joy by how much money I spent. I measure my joy by how happy I actually was. So for me, how happy I am matters more than how happy I look online.:headphones::hearteyes:
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Ab m kya likhu sbhi dhang dhang k comments to aagye .......so mere wala different form rest others......
....nothing is precious than friendship.....and no one great than who bind this bond till last....so friends are more costly than a rubi diamond......always respect ...!!:fingercross::holiday::rock:
 
Dom55 said:
Bhai you speak your heart and thats what matters. I am totally alike you. dont get angry who doesnt know whats real meaning of old school. I am of old school too. Its like you speaking each and every word of my mouth . Thank you very much. Man gya koi to hai mere jaisa. Sooner or later they ll come to know the truth 'dont judge a book by its cover':cool:
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:inlove::hearteyes:trueeee said broo.... Fake cool dude... Cool babe frnds... Jo smoking nd drinking ko cool smjhte.
Ye sb materialistic chizo se aacha career oriented hona zaruri h.
 
ABHIMANYU said:
:map:@rits_ hasi to aap pr aa rhi mujhe....aap post tk nhi pdhi na uspr react kri or @Well Wisher k useless comment pr aisa jor se hasi jese joke of the decade maar diya ho....:unamused:itni irshyaaaa ki bhaawna smjh na aati kyu
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Pehle to tu username sahi se likh merko tag hua nai:angel: ...aur merko hasi ayi to hass li :Cwl: tu bhi hass le...bata k hasega kya:giggle:aur rahi baat irshyaa ki to get over yourself..:Cwl:
 
rits_ said:
Pehle to tu username sahi se likh merko tag hua nai:angel: ...aur merko hasi ayi to hass li :Cwl: tu bhi hass le...bata k hasega kya:giggle:aur rahi baat irshyaa ki to get over yourself..:Cwl:
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:facepalm::doh:maine tag kra tha or system v naam suggest kraa:Dream1:naa hua to m ka kru
 
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