Unforgettable lines from famous TV show F.R.I.E.N.D.S - My Collection!

I bet as soon as you read further, each line will remind you the old good time when you first encounter with this TV series. 

 

You must be creating a scene to use your favorite friends quote while talking to your friends (Hell is filled with people like you - Chandler), crush (How you doin'? - Joey), lover (fall in love with my best friend - Monica) and so on and on. 

Every episode gives tens of new lines to memorize them. But here are best of them.

Let me start with the King Chandler

 

• Hi I’m Chandler, I make jokes when I’m uncomfortable.
• I’m not great at the advise. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
• I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love.
• Someone on the subway licked my neck, LICKED MY NECK.
• Let me think, let me think, Oh I don’t care.
• Until 25 I thought that the only response to ‘I love you’ was ‘Oh Crap!’.
• I say more dumb things before 9 AM then most people say all day.
• You’re not allowed to laugh at my joke.
• I just realized I can sleep with my eyes open.
• Sometimes I like to hold stuff like this and pretend I’m a giant.
• Dear God, this parachute is a knapsack.
• was that place, THE SUN?
• I’m not ‘blah’ I’m a ‘hoot’.
• I’m gonna die alone.
• I’m glad we’re having a rehearsal dinner. I rarely practice my meals before I eat.
• Pressing my third nipple, it opens the delivery entrance to the magical land of Narnia.
• Tell him to email me at www-dot-haha-not-so-much-dot-com.
• THE BEST ONE

• THE BESTEST ONE

The geeky guy ROSS

• We were on a Break.
• Pivot Pivot PIVOT.
• Unagi.
• It was 5:30 in the morning, and you had rambled on for 18 pages. Front and back! Oh-oh-oh, and by the way, Y-O-U-apostrophe-R-E means 'you are.' Y-O-U-R means 'your!'

 

• FINE BY ME!
• I'm not going nuts. Do you see me going nuts?
• I'm fine. Totally fine. I don't know why it's coming out all loud and squeaky because, really, I'm fine.
• If you ever hurt my little sister, if you ever cause her any unhappiness of any kind, I’ll hunt you down and kick your ass.
• Mississippilessly ?
• I, Ross take thee Rachel.
• Take it from me, all you have to do is show up and try to say right name.
• I’ve never walked down the aisle knowing it can’t end in divorce.
• Why do bad things happen to good people ?
• I grew up with Monica. if you didn’t eat fat, you didn’t eat.
• The sandwich was the only good thing in my life.
• NOT HIS FAULT

• IS HE SAID LOVE?

 

The actor JOEY

• How you doin’ ?

 

• Joey doesn’t share his food.
• You can’t have S-E-X when you’re taking care of a B-A-B-I-E.
• You hang up on a pizza place? I don’t hang up on your friend.
• Food. Sex. Food. Sex. I don't know! Oh God, I want both! I want girls on bread.
• Occupation ? Dinosaurs.
• Play station is whack.
• We had a deal. Let the others grow old, not ME.
• I’m not even sorry.
• The Party

 

• Paper. Snow. A ghost.
• Pizza. We like PIZZA
• It’s not what you said, it’s the way you said it. 
• Could I BE wear any more clothes?

• French

• MOO POINT

 

• DOT

High Maintenance MONICA

• Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You’re gonna love it.
• I KNOWWWW.
• And remember. If I’m harsh with you it’s only because you’re doing it wrong.
• That’s right, mom and dad. Your little harmonica is hammered.
• I’ve got this uncontrollable need to please people.
• It’s the humidity.
• Not just clean. Monica clean.
• that’s not even a word.
• You were my midnight mystery kisser?
• I’m Monica. I’m disgusting. I stalk guys and keep their underpants.
• JUDGING ?

• SEVEN SEVEN SEVEN…

• girls don’t do this.

The fashion queen RACHEL

• Salmon-skin-roll.
• That’s ok. Girls tend not to like me.
• Being Alone Sucks.
• Just so you know, with us, it’s never off the table.
• That’s right you do what the hand says.
• Oh I’m sorry, Did my back hurt your knife?
• I was mad at you. Not because I stopped loving you.
• It’s not that common, it doesn’t happen to every guy, and IT IS A BIG DEAL.
• He’s so pretty, I want to cry.
• I got off the plane.
• She is like this.

• Can you blame her ?

• What she just said?

Weird Phoebe

• Smelly cat.. Smelly cat…..
• Thank you my babies.
• If we were in prison, you guys would be like, my bitches.
• If you want to receive emails about my upcoming shows, please give me money so I can buy a computer.
• If it’s a girl Phoebe. and if it’s a boy Pheebo
• Come on Will take of your shirt and tell us.
• I’m a really cool person.
• Why am I friends with these people?
• Because the more I drink, the less there is for the kids to drink.
• First time I met chandler I though he was gay.
• THAT IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION.
• You like that you should here my phone number.
• I don’t even have a ‘pla’.
• She’s your lobster.
• Another one.

• She knows

• Classic

• FRIENDS

• I wish I could but I don’t want to.

• You’re my family.

 

FRIENDS have given me the best memory. 
An episode in the morning keeps sadness away.
Bunk the college? Let's gather and watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S 
Tiered working ass off in office? Pick a cup of tea and start
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Insomniac? Let's have nightout with F.R.I.E.N.D.S

 


Pick any day, pick any occasion, pick any mood this will give you the laughter. 


 

Picture Curtsy: Google and Quora   

2 years in the new city!

This is the same city which I love at midnight and hate in the morning! After the twisting roller coaster journey when I decided to shift here in the city called Ahmedabad or sometimes Amdavad; many people were shocked with my decision. But this is the city who changed me, made me independent, mature and 'the glass is half full' kinda optimistic! I have to develop a routine for this new city - words I told myself during 10th October 2016. 

 

I still remember the day when I moved to this new city. The roads I mistakenly taken, the house which I forcefully started calling home just to overcome that homesickness, those roadside cafes where I scribbled the words of my new life in the diary, that one Crossword Bookstore where I have spent endless evenings finding the friends in books and that office which became family of mine.

When time comes I have hated this city and have experienced that butterflies in tummy while exploring roads less taken. Either it's Riverfront morning or midnight Pleasure ride on highway, shopping in a mall or going far for that one cutting chay, experiencing the live music and hundreds of restaurants with special friend or bitching about the city with those old bitter friends, roaming around streets listening some untold stories or crying on stairs having some insomniac flashback; the city has always given me memories, memories worth of lifetime! 

I remember doing crazy things here, roadtrip to solotrip to unplanned trip! The city from where I am, is gentle to me while this one challenges me everyday to come out from my comfort zone. This city made me what I wanted to be. By choosing this one over the another, I thought this city would be a good fix of what we call temporary problems! The city is a sole witness of my dreams becoming reality. That first Harry Potter book set I bought and carried it all the way long to my home. If only those streets could tell a story or two about that night. I was unable to sleep, because one of my dream came true! City didn’t just made me independent it also taught me taking risk and do some dare devil thing. After 1 year and 3 months I dared to bought a camera from saving and put the status of being broke AF. City trained me that eating 15 Rs. Oil Dabeli and 10 Rs. of Buttermilk, I can calm my hunger and save the big bucks to chase another dream. 

The more I get to know about the city and be in touch with the people who matter to me the more I started feeling for this city. From started having the touch of accent to learning completely new language French in winter cold morning I dream about adventures I want to do here, I write about the good times, I click the niche of the city and brag about those silent nights which I mesmerize at 3 in the morning. But ultimately I feel disconcerted by how vulnerable the city makes me feel - It made me brave to live here, gave me freckle and scars, called it a home and I connected so many strings here that I can't let it go. 

Maybe, as time flies, I can love this like I loved the old one, I told myself - again!! 2 years wasn't enough but there's long way to go for sure! 

                                                                                                                               - Kemil Ghoghari

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Life of an Engineer after getting job! Part 2/3

The quote from this all get started on my desk!

Have you ever been restless? Experienced that edgy, cold sweating feeling? The nervousness before the exam, anxiety of result, 4 runs in 1 ball winning excitement  or that shaky hands and jumpy thoughts while going for the final interview.

Let me tell you what happens when your all friends has jobs before you and being a good story teller, they narrate the story of their hellish IT job life and how it sucks. All these horror struck thoughts generally travel in your mind like a roller-coaster ride when your names call up for the final round for the job interview. But before that all you're prepared for the interview is 'Sell me a pen' task and where do you see yourself in 5 years question. Suits and The Wolf of the Wall Street effect you know. I was clear that by playing cards game in computer if Mike Ross can acquire the job. I surely can. If not who cares? This is my last interview anyways. With the carefree mindset and without being nervous I entered in that cabin full with 3 people and who knew two of them going to change my life upside down.

As you read in the first part, I left the whole paper blank, argued with HR for like 15 minutes and the one person that stuck in my mind was the lady who was waiting for me in the cabin, her existence had power to embrace her value. The minute I entered, I got the gut feeling to crack the interview. As I had applied for the post of content writer and digital marketing they asked me about my blog, engineering and why I want to go in this field having very little knowledge about it.And I forgot the very same question, meaning of my name -_-

The round begin,

The Boss (Whom I later started calling Captan for some reason) : Why do you want to work here?

ME: Because you attract exact kind of people like you! (There was a poster saying the same line over the couch area. I just memorized it as I was gazing that freaking quote during their lunch time -_-)

Captan : What do you know about Backlinking, digital marketing, SEO, Social Media and Twitter

All these questions he asked one by one and I discussed replying back with the little knowledge I had about it. Though I totally stumbled upon the backlinking, he explained and then there was silence.

After few seconds, reviewing my Resume he came up with the Google's recently launched messaging platform Google Allo. What they asked me is their pros, cons and why after all these years Google had to put a foot in chatting application all of a sudden. I being a researched student about these AI and chatting thing cracked the question with full marks like an easy cake walk.  

 There were some other series of question about my hobby, passion and  the future. The only company that didn't ask me where I see myself in next 5 years or other some stupid questions.Though they did ask me the meaning of Kemil 0_0

Then the captan opened my blog on his MAC, and the first article was : "Life of a jobless engineer", I was smiling over the irony, that was going to happen.

Captan : How's your life then?

ME: Pretty excitingly boring. These were my exact words. On one hand I was exploring things I never had chance before, other hand I was miss being employed. Never knew the boringness will excite me that time.

We discussed some philosophical things here and there and then he asked that lady if she had any questions for me.   

The lady: Why do you think you're best for this role.

ME: I don't, as I have no knowledge about half of the things for the post. I only how to write and I'm good at it. It's your own staff who believes that I am good for this role and actually convinced me to come up for the interview.

I don’t know I was too confident, blunt, honest or rude or may be all four at a same time. But after that no one asked me anything. They just informed to give a task form home to write some sort of blog and submit it and then they'll judge.

May be they were preparing a backup. I later understand how the recruitment works. And trust me there's no fun knowing that shit.

Do I submit the article, I call off a job or come back again to meet them? To be continue in the last part of 1 year of employment.

- Kemil Ghoghari

Poetic Mind

Poetic mind running all over the stairs,
jumping from that window to see that face!

When heart exclaims hearing your voice,
the poetic mind spills the ink of my words of choice!

You hold the grip, don't let me slip,
my poetic mind will kill you in book with a flip!

Lemme stay here, on this stairs, stairs of thoughts;
Let my heart skip the beat, let my poetic mind wink!!

- Kemil Ghoghari (ms)   
 

Photographs - a memory lane!

"There she is.." I will always be the girl behind the camera, because I love making memories for me and for others. A true photographer knows the value of picture, I would  rather say the right picture with right moment of click!
#AGirlWithCamera

Everybody's posting the pics, even taking the screenshots of chats - memories that we are so afraid to forget! The fear that what will happen if someday we will be blank and won't be able to recall these moments?

What if we forget the day, the joy and the tiredness of that significant memory?
And in this process we just keep them alive here sharing with bunch of friends, tweeting with bunch of followers and keeping safe and long in our heart!

Memories with friends are Patronus to scare the hell outta dementors, memories reminds us the journey and a still pic of it reminds us that either journey is continues or the destination is more beautiful!

A new beginning of 'A girl with camera' with her new gear Canon 750D!
In the hope that she will get success capturing the life of the people around her. That seeing the clicks of her, people will at least remember her!
There are colors of people but as always she will go deep capturing the black and white niche of it.

Raise the toast for new beginning! Let's celebrate the moments and forgets the scars over cheesy smile!
Let's come in front of the camera, so she can shoot you right in the middle! :)

- Kemil Ghoghari

Why do we write?

I don't remember when I started scribbling down the word and the misery of thoughts in my notebook, neither I realized when the last page of scribbled stories took the place in my diary. I ask myself how did I start writing? As it always happens that my connection with words seem strange when I interact with people. I've intimate connection with words while I'm writing or thinking under the hot shower, more intellectual experience with dairy than any human being.

I was five when I got to know that I've lost something very important in my life without having knowledge of it's existence before. I found myself alone, facing that naked truth. I didn't want to accept it but there was no one to prove me wrong. For so many years I was being sad for the moments I've never actually lived. That’s where I build up the first layer of wall against me, with the hope that someone will have courage to break it down to prove me wrong. And that's how I started to write diary as I felt stationary in the moving life when it comes to sharing things. And same time life gave me beautiful gift, ability to write down the moments. I shared the moments with others and made a routine to jotted down those memories in diary to relive it again, whenever I feel myself lonely. With knowing the hard truth about my life I started the diary, and by sharing the same truth with someone, who was able to break that wall; I stopped writing my diary. Having someone, who understands your reason of sadness and makes no arguments of you being irritated or angry for no serious reason; instead helps you to recreate your inner self. In that period of time I lived the moments that no words can describe and no pages can store. I lost something and then I won but I went one step ahead of the 'Baazigar' I lost again. We lose, we won and then we lose again. Let's face this truth together.

The person who broke the wall, became the reason to build the wall again, more stronger than before. Again, diary held my hand. Again I became indifferent, with the split personality. This time, I was being more outgoing , I engaged with people and listened their stories. Everyone is in search of finding a good listener. They go to the people who either connect them with the right truth or speak what the person wants to listen. With falling in the first category, I found stories untold, secrets hidden beneath the dark side. With this, my behavior and personality confuses people. I became music lover but too rigid to listen someone else's playlist. I read books and write number of pages but became lazy to answer on whatsapp chat. The more I interact with people, more I started loving to spend time with My People. Those 4 or 5 idiots. I'm loud as well as quiet, the surrounding mimic of who I'm. Because it happened several of time when I open my mouth, everything collapses. This is where diary saved me. I used to send old fashioned letters to friends when I was unable to express how much they matter to me. Now they receive long emails and sometimes already scribbled diary with doodle and quotes as a gift. My diary stores someone's bitter moments as well as a beautiful love story of my two best friends. On one page there are my hidden scars and just when you flip the page being shocked it displays my creativity of poems. If one para described the philosophy of life, other shows my care freeness and incidents I don't even remember after those vodka shots I have thousands of stories to tell if someone finds enough of courage to read young girl's diary. The doodle lines one on another dictates my vulnerability, and the stains over some pages shows I can be messy with my precious diary.

It's bliss to have someone with whom you can share things, but to have a diary who hides the bags under your eyes or never judges you for bring total bitch is just another calming moment. I write because there is You! Always.

~ Kemil Ghoghari (#ms)

Life of an Engineer after getting job! Part 1/3

More than a year ago I described my life here, life as a jobless computer engineer. And soon after that I was employed. Life was pretty boring during the stage of unemployment. All I was friend with were some English TV Series, Quora and Books. You must be thinking, that I'm gonna brag about that phase, that how good that phase was and how much I hate my job now. But uhh ha, I'm gonna tell how I landed to the job which pays me for doing what I love the most.

So here's some precap,  after getting successfully rejected from so many interviews I convinced my parents to let me learn Photography while giving my last interview. I'm from small town and since adulthood; wanted to move to bigger one so I can pursue my dreams. So, that day I came here for the 'last interview' which didn't go good and there I was, so done with the whole 'job' thing. I planned my day to spend reading books and then visiting crossword. I was all set with the book in my hand and a cup of coffee when my beloved friend called me to appear at interview. There were two companies whose detail he sent me over email and bugged my head until I forwarded my resume. I forwarded the resume to the only one from the list and turned off my internet for some quality reading. (FYI : I was reading 'the last lecture' by Randy Pausch at 'my last interview' time.) Suddenly cell rang again, the girl on the other side introduced herself from WebMob Technologies. I was blank as I didn't even read the name of company before forwarding the resume, we talked like 5 minutes and she informed me that she has replied my mail. I cut the phone, opened the Gmail and there was one unread mail from her. She had sent me two-three job profile that fits in my resume, none of the title made sense though. I called her again to inform that I might not be coming but she was a git, she convinced me to travel downtown of this city. (Point to be noted by my friends : she convinced me) (Later when I observed her job as an HR, I feel sorry for her to face the candidates like me who didn't even read the name of company)

After an hour or so I reached there, the girl on the phone; being very nice and humble handed me the question paper for the post of 'Digital Marketing'. I spent 15 minutes or so and left the paper whole blank as I had no idea about back linking, keywords and many other stuff written in it.  I was called to wait on the couch for the final round, there was already a girl next to me, experienced one! The though stroked my mind :
"One more rejection it's gonna be as I've left the paper blank, don't even know what I have to do in Digital Marketing and the girl is having an experience. Give me one good reason these people will hire me. Forget it MS, on the ground floor there's Dominos, let's sneak out of here, have some lunch and visit crossword."

I opened Google Map and entered the nearest crossword from here. But then they call my name, asked me to go inside. And the final round began.

Stay tuned to know what exactly happened in the final round, thanks to Google's new product Allo how I got the job!

- Kemil Ghoghari