I'm back britches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !

the fantabulous atlanta bhai is back. I know you guys have many questions to ask me. Primary one being, "who the hell are you." The old guard should remember me, the newbies only need to know that I was a legend of this board. The old people still to this day tell stories to their kids of my adventures on this board. They say "Soh ja beta, nahi toh atlanta singh aa jayega."

All kidding aside, I was a heavy poster in this board. But gupshup and I drifted apart. I still haven't made a full comeback. I don't wish to, if I'm being honest. I know way too many people that have wasted away hours upon hours on gupshup. I'm looking at you phatima, sara516, pcg, rukhsarbibi etc etc.

so ask me anything you want, and if you don't have any questions for me, then....well....go yourself.

I leave my disciple with the classic pink floyd tune

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.