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This is one of my Favorite songs from Yael Naim...........I would like to quote this song for MYSELF.
Yeah myself.......a new soul in this new "indian telly" world......my first step with this show....I love this show and the characters....especially Prida and Rosh..ever since I saw the first show on YT while searching for some bollywood song.
...the main catalyst being this wonderful forum with wonderful people that i got to know! Be it discussing Prida, or Ridding RB and all other bhoots, or asking meanings of words that they uttered in the show, or talking extensively of GK's shirts and his hair and shampoo or conditioners....or lastly discussing what should be done to SAVE Prida.....Save this show that we all so LOVE dearly.
Yeah it is all ...no offence.....Boring now. I agree! it is indeed boring now...with the loss of a very important character and with the forceful invasion of the PTC. But somehow....no matter how much I tell myself that "Quit the show and stop watching it"......or "that there's nothing left.....all the flavor's gone" I still can't seem to pull myself off of missing any minute Prida they give us!
Why is that?
well Because ------------------
Yeah myself.......a new soul in this new "indian telly" world......my first step with this show....I love this show and the characters....especially Prida and Rosh..ever since I saw the first show on YT while searching for some bollywood song.
...the main catalyst being this wonderful forum with wonderful people that i got to know! Be it discussing Prida, or Ridding RB and all other bhoots, or asking meanings of words that they uttered in the show, or talking extensively of GK's shirts and his hair and shampoo or conditioners....or lastly discussing what should be done to SAVE Prida.....Save this show that we all so LOVE dearly.
Yeah it is all ...no offence.....Boring now. I agree! it is indeed boring now...with the loss of a very important character and with the forceful invasion of the PTC. But somehow....no matter how much I tell myself that "Quit the show and stop watching it"......or "that there's nothing left.....all the flavor's gone" I still can't seem to pull myself off of missing any minute Prida they give us!
Why is that?
well Because ------------------
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul
In this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
I have already bored you all.......sorry 😳
But.................phew.......
No more........
Taking a 360 deg turn....
Here's to Queenie singing to Prithvi--------
this is her official PTC riddance SONG-----
I'll fly like a paper get high like planes
Catch me at the stable I got horses on my game
If they (PTC) come around here I'll make em all hay
I'll get them done in a second if you wait
eachtime I think using my brains
Every shot I make I'm winning that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
All I wanna do
(BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And rid your mausi
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit em
A lethal poison pon dey system
No one on the corner had swag like us (Gujral Sisters)
Hit me on up on a
Pre paid wireless
We'll pack and deliver them (PTC) like UPS trucks
Already going hell
Just pumping that gas
All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And rid your mausi
Alright..................I'll stop NOW!
That's it for this week!
Have a good Weekend!
No school Monday for me! woot woot!
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul
In this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
I have already bored you all.......sorry 😳
But.................phew.......
No more........
Taking a 360 deg turn....
Here's to Queenie singing to Prithvi--------
this is her official PTC riddance SONG-----
I'll fly like a paper get high like planes
Catch me at the stable I got horses on my game
If they (PTC) come around here I'll make em all hay
I'll get them done in a second if you wait
eachtime I think using my brains
Every shot I make I'm winning that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
All I wanna do
(BANG BANG BANG BANG)And a (CLICK CHING)
And rid your mausi
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit em
A lethal poison pon dey system
No one on the corner had swag like us (Gujral Sisters)
Hit me on up on a
Pre paid wireless
We'll pack and deliver them (PTC) like UPS trucks
Already going hell
Just pumping that gas
All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And rid your mausi
Alright..................I'll stop NOW!
That's it for this week!
Have a good Weekend!
No school Monday for me! woot woot!
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