The Window -----Ruskin Bond I came in the spring, and took the room on the roof. It was a long low building which housed several families; the roof was flat, except for my room and a chimney. I don’t know whose room owned the chimney, but my room owned the roof. And from the window of my room I owned the world. But only from the window. The banyan tree, just opposite, was mine, and its inhabitants my subjects. They were two squirrels, a few mynahs, a crow, and at night, a pair of flying-foxes. The squirrels were busy in the afternoon, the birds in the morning and evening, the foxes at night. I wasn’t very busy that year; not as busy as the inhabitants of the banyan tree. There was also a mango tree but that came later, in the summer, when I met Koki and the mangoes were ripe. At first, I was lonely in my room. But then I discovered the power of my window. It looked out on the banyan tree, on the garden, on the broad path that ran beside the building, and out over the roofs of other houses, over roads and fields, as far as the horizon. The path was not a very busy one, but it held variety: an ayah, with a baby in a pram; the postman, an event in himself; the fruit-seller, the toy-seller, calling their wares in high-pitched familiar cries; the rent-collector; a posse of cyclists; a long chain of school-girls; a lame beggar … all passed my way, the way of my window … In the early summer, a tonga came rattling and jingling down the path and stopped in front of the house. A girl and an elderly lady climbed down, and a servant unloaded their baggage. They went into the house and the tonga moved off, the horse snorting a little. The next morning the girl looked up from the garden and saw me at my window. She had long black hair that fell to her waist, tied with a single red ribbon: her eyes were black like her hair and just as shiny. She must have been about ten or eleven years old. ‘Hallo,’ I said with a friendly smile. She looked suspiciously at me, ‘Who are you?’ she asked. ‘I’m a ghost.’ She laughed, and her laugh had a gay, mocking quality: ‘You look like one!’ I didn’t think her remark particulary flattering, but I had asked for it. I stopped smiling anyway: most children don’t like adults smiling at them all the time. ‘What have you got up there?’ she asked. ‘Magic,’ I said. She laughed again but this time without mockery. ‘I don’t believe you,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you come up and see for yourself?’ She hesitated a little but came round to the steps and began climbing them, slowly, cautiously. And when she entered the room, she brought in a magic of her own. ‘Where’s your magic?’ she asked, looking me in the eye. ‘Come here,’ I said, and I took her to the window, and showed her the world. She said nothing but stared out of the window uncomprehendingly at first, and then with increasing interest. And after some time she turned round and smiled at me, and we were friends. I only knew that her name was Koki, and that she had come with her aunt for the summer months; I didn’t need to know any more about her, and she didn’t need know anything about me except that I wasn’t really a ghost - not the frightening sort any way … She came up my steps nearly every day, and joined me at the window. There was a lot of excitement to be had in our world, especially when the rains broke. At the first rumblings, women would rush outside to retrieve the washing on the clothes-line and, if there was a breeze to chase a few garments across the compound. When the rain came, it came with a vengeance, making a bog of the garden and a river of the path. A cyclist would come riding furiously down the path, an elderly gentleman would be having difficulty with an umbrella, naked children would be frisking about in the rain. Sometimes Koki would run out on the roof, and shout and dance in the rain. And the rain would come through the open door and window of the room, flooding the floor and making an island of the bed. But the window was more fun than anything else. It gave us the power of detachment: we were deeply interested in the life around us, but we were not involved in it. ‘It is like a cinema,’ said Koki ‘The window is the screen, the world is the picture.’ Soon the mangoes were ripe, and Koki was in the branches of the mango tree as often as she was in my room. From the window I had a good view of the tree, and we spoke to each other from the same height. We ate far too many mangoes, at least five a day. ‘Let’s make a garden on the roof,’ suggested Koki. She was full of ideas like this. ‘And how do you propose to do that?’ I asked. ‘It’s easy. We bring up mud and bricks and make the flower-beds. Then we plant the seeds. We’ll grow all sorts of flowers.’ ‘The roof will fall in,’ I predicted. But it didn’t. We spent two days carrying buckets of mud up the steps to the roof and laying out the flower-beds. It was very hard work, but Koki did most of it. When the beds were ready, we had the opening ceremony. Apart from a few small plants collected from the garden below we had only one species of seeds - pumpkin … We planted the pumpkin-seeds in the mud, and felt proud of ourselves. But it rained heavily that night, and in the morning I discovered that everything - except the bricks - had been washed away. So we returned to the window. A mynah had been in a fight - with the crow perhaps - and the feathers had been knocked off its head. A bougainvillaea that had been climbing the wall had sent a long green shoot in through the window. Koki said, ‘Now we can’t shut the window without spoiling the creeper.’ ‘Then we will never close the window,’ I said. And we let the creeper into the room. The rains passed, and an autumn wind came whispering through the branches of the banyan tree. There were red leaves on the ground, and the wind picked them up and blew them about, so that they looked like butterflies. I would watch the sun rise in the morning, the sky all red, until its first rays splashed the window-sill and crept up the walls of the room. And in the evening Koki and I watched the sun go down in a sea of fluffy clouds; sometimes the clouds were pink, and sometimes orange; they were always coloured clouds, framed in the window. ‘I’m going tomorrow,’ said Koki one evening. I was too surprised to say anything. ‘You stay here forever, don’t you?’ she said. I remained silent. ‘When I come again next year you will still be here, won’t you?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘but the window will still be here.’ ‘Oh, do be here next year,’ she said, ‘or someone will close the window!’ In the morning the tonga was at the door, and the servant, the aunt and Koki were in it. Koki waved up to me at my window. Then the driver flicked the reins, the wheels of the carriage creaked and rattled, the bell jingled. Down the path went the tonga, down the path and through the gate, and all the time Koki waved; and from the gate I must have looked like a ghost, standing alone at the high window, amongst the bougainvillaea. When the tonga was out of sight I took the spray of bougainvillaea in my hand and pushed it out of the room. Then I closed the window. It would be opened only when the spring and Koki came again.
It's not like she can't sing well you know! SHE CAN, and she had posted one decent video of her singing. But as we all know the bitter truth is people don't share good content as much as the bad one. They share the funny or weird ones - which one can make fun of. You can take me as an example, even i have a TH-cam channel and I have uploaded my covers but I don't get even 1000 views on that! Subscribers and likes ki to bat hi mat karo. See i am not saying k main bohot hi jyada achchha gati hoon and all. But I can surely say I am not at all a BAD SINGER and I sing quite well. Bohot jyada ho gaya na😅😂😂. Anyway If you have read this long - really long comment I am quite surprised you know! And I want to thank you for giving your precious time to read this looong comment. 😛😂
*When we reach home from Result PTM* *The First Word My Father Says Is : **2:22* *And my reaction to it : **4:02* *Then What I say after 2 Hours lecture : **6:32*
You know what... RawKnee's first lines portrayed everything. Pogo TV is eventually closing down. Edit: In Hindi, RawKnee ke pahele shabdo se samaj gaya. Pogo TV band hone wala hai. 2nd Edit: Thanks for the 💓 RawKnee and 2nd is APEX kab try karega?
I have lost all hope on humanity. The number of people who spread such type of cringe is increasing exponentially. Maybe someday they will fall under the human category and those who don't have tik tok will be considered Pokemon. And humans will throw kinder joy shells as pokeball to catch us
INSTAGRAM PE 100K HONE WALE HAI! KAR DO YAAR: instagram.com/TheRawKnee
😂 noo
Already kar diyan bro!!!!! 💖💖😁😁
Ok
@@arundhatishrivastav6454 you 1,111
Iss baar kam mazza tha aur we want old hairstyle
6:58 voice of gareeb😂😂
Ayaay
Sahi bola bhai 😂😂
#yeyeyeye
#yeyeyeyeye
Will u guys plss watch my new video
Rony's hairstyle changed..
Yeh aurat 😭😭😭 achese rulana janti h and RIP to headphone users just like me 😲😲
I am a earphone user
।
oh ladki na mera kahan bikadhiya
you know you can always lower you volume
@@Fqtl but still it's hurting like hell
3:49
If she has a husband,I am pretty sure that he must be saving his money which he would have otherwise spent on a horror movie😁😁😁
Correct man
She already has husband, see the sindur
Why I watched this iam regreting this 😭😭
@@saumitranath628 I feel sorry for him😁
@@ramkrishnajoshi9297 Her husband is her camera man & both of them r mad.
The Window
-----Ruskin Bond
I came in the spring, and took the room on the roof. It was a long low building
which housed several families; the roof was flat, except for my room and a
chimney. I don’t know whose room owned the chimney, but my room owned the
roof. And from the window of my room I owned the world.
But only from the window.
The banyan tree, just opposite, was mine, and its inhabitants my subjects. They
were two squirrels, a few mynahs, a crow, and at night, a pair of flying-foxes. The
squirrels were busy in the afternoon, the birds in the morning and evening, the foxes
at night. I wasn’t very busy that year; not as busy as the inhabitants of the banyan
tree.
There was also a mango tree but that came later, in the summer, when I met Koki
and the mangoes were ripe.
At first, I was lonely in my room. But then I discovered the power of my window.
It looked out on the banyan tree, on the garden, on the broad path that ran beside the
building, and out over the roofs of other houses, over roads and fields, as far as the
horizon. The path was not a very busy one, but it held variety: an ayah, with a baby
in a pram; the postman, an event in himself; the fruit-seller, the toy-seller, calling
their wares in high-pitched familiar cries; the rent-collector; a posse of cyclists; a
long chain of school-girls; a lame beggar … all passed my way, the way of my
window …
In the early summer, a tonga came rattling and jingling down the path and stopped
in front of the house. A girl and an elderly lady climbed down, and a servant
unloaded their baggage. They went into the house and the tonga moved off, the
horse snorting a little.
The next morning the girl looked up from the garden and saw me at my window.
She had long black hair that fell to her waist, tied with a single red ribbon: her
eyes were black like her hair and just as shiny. She must have been about ten or
eleven years old.
‘Hallo,’ I said with a friendly smile.
She looked suspiciously at me, ‘Who are you?’ she asked.
‘I’m a ghost.’
She laughed, and her laugh had a gay, mocking quality: ‘You look like one!’
I didn’t think her remark particulary flattering, but I had asked for it. I stopped
smiling anyway: most children don’t like adults smiling at them all the time.
‘What have you got up there?’ she asked.
‘Magic,’ I said.
She laughed again but this time without mockery. ‘I don’t believe you,’ she said.
‘Why don’t you come up and see for yourself?’
She hesitated a little but came round to the steps and began climbing them, slowly,
cautiously. And when she entered the room, she brought in a magic of her own.
‘Where’s your magic?’ she asked, looking me in the eye.
‘Come here,’ I said, and I took her to the window, and showed her the world.
She said nothing but stared out of the window uncomprehendingly at first, and
then with increasing interest. And after some time she turned round and smiled at
me, and we were friends.
I only knew that her name was Koki, and that she had come with her aunt for the
summer months; I didn’t need to know any more about her, and she didn’t need
know anything about me except that I wasn’t really a ghost - not the frightening
sort any way … She came up my steps nearly every day, and joined me at the
window. There was a lot of excitement to be had in our world, especially when the
rains broke.
At the first rumblings, women would rush outside to retrieve the washing on the
clothes-line and, if there was a breeze to chase a few garments across the compound.
When the rain came, it came with a vengeance, making a bog of the garden and a
river of the path.
A cyclist would come riding furiously down the path, an elderly gentleman would
be having difficulty with an umbrella, naked children would be frisking about in the
rain. Sometimes Koki would run out on the roof, and shout and dance in the rain.
And the rain would come through the open door and window of the room, flooding
the floor and making an island of the bed.
But the window was more fun than anything else. It gave us the power of
detachment: we were deeply interested in the life around us, but we were not
involved in it.
‘It is like a cinema,’ said Koki ‘The window is the screen, the world is the
picture.’
Soon the mangoes were ripe, and Koki was in the branches of the mango tree as
often as she was in my room. From the window I had a good view of the tree, and
we spoke to each other from the same height. We ate far too many mangoes, at least
five a day.
‘Let’s make a garden on the roof,’ suggested Koki. She was full of ideas like this.
‘And how do you propose to do that?’ I asked.
‘It’s easy. We bring up mud and bricks and make the flower-beds. Then we plant
the seeds. We’ll grow all sorts of flowers.’
‘The roof will fall in,’ I predicted.
But it didn’t. We spent two days carrying buckets of mud up the steps to the roof
and laying out the flower-beds. It was very hard work, but Koki did most of it. When
the beds were ready, we had the opening ceremony. Apart from a few small plants
collected from the garden below we had only one species of seeds - pumpkin …
We planted the pumpkin-seeds in the mud, and felt proud of ourselves.
But it rained heavily that night, and in the morning I discovered that everything -
except the bricks - had been washed away.
So we returned to the window.
A mynah had been in a fight - with the crow perhaps - and the feathers had
been knocked off its head. A bougainvillaea that had been climbing the wall had sent
a long green shoot in through the window.
Koki said, ‘Now we can’t shut the window without spoiling the creeper.’
‘Then we will never close the window,’ I said.
And we let the creeper into the room.
The rains passed, and an autumn wind came whispering through the branches of
the banyan tree. There were red leaves on the ground, and the wind picked them up
and blew them about, so that they looked like butterflies. I would watch the sun rise
in the morning, the sky all red, until its first rays splashed the window-sill and crept
up the walls of the room. And in the evening Koki and I watched the sun go down in
a sea of fluffy clouds; sometimes the clouds were pink, and sometimes orange; they
were always coloured clouds, framed in the window.
‘I’m going tomorrow,’ said Koki one evening.
I was too surprised to say anything.
‘You stay here forever, don’t you?’ she said.
I remained silent.
‘When I come again next year you will still be here, won’t you?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘but the window will still be here.’
‘Oh, do be here next year,’ she said, ‘or someone will close the window!’
In the morning the tonga was at the door, and the servant, the aunt and Koki were
in it. Koki waved up to me at my window. Then the driver flicked the reins, the
wheels of the carriage creaked and rattled, the bell jingled. Down the path went the
tonga, down the path and through the gate, and all the time Koki waved; and from
the gate I must have looked like a ghost, standing alone at the high window, amongst
the bougainvillaea.
When the tonga was out of sight I took the spray of bougainvillaea in my hand
and pushed it out of the room. Then I closed the window. It would be opened only
when the spring and Koki came again.
Yeh mere syllabus ka chapter hai
Atarangi
Ke sath
Saste nashe🤣🤣🤣🤣
Yehi hota hai jab enhlish sir pe jad jaye
Etna lamba comment to mene padha bhi nahi..😂
Bahi bhai
Famous hone ki Ninja Technique 😂😂😂
Lol
Ding ding ding ding!!!!
Jyada din ni tikne wala esa chutiyapa
Hahaha 😂😂😂
Ding Ding Ding....
Ding Ding Ding....
Ninja Hattori
I love the way when u say " let's began " 😆
Let's begin... correction.
See at 3:34
Me too
I all so
I ALSO
Khali's English was better than these TikTok videos.
😁😁😁 Iss Tik Tok se achha main Nila Dukkar👻👻 dekhu...
Good going #TheRawKnee
Sahi batt boli
Jeevan ka asli Anaand!!! To ye bhai dete hai.....😂😂
Thank you Rawknee brother 😎
Not 1.7M now it's 3.4M 😂😂
K PotatoO yes youre right
😂😂😂
lol🤣🤣🤣
But how whyyyyuy
@@smjanagrg566 Because Everyone loves her😂😂🤭
1)Exam ke results ka intezar
2)Crush ke reply ka intezar
👇
👇
👇
👇👇
👇
3) Fir aata hai Rawknee ke videos ka intezar .....Jeevan ka asli aanand!!!!
Aye Motor Wali!!!
Apko rawknee Ka reply
Humara reply
Sab ka reply milta hai :((
Big fan of u coz ur peroes
@@tedxteddy 😂😂😂😂sahi bolla ye motor meri help nhi krti😂
@@Kakashi-qd7esbig fan
Hit like if you never used tik-tok!
@@payalgaurschannel6018 apki English ko Oscar milega
@@priyanshudutta236 of course
@@priyanshudutta236 so when you are sending my oscar, please tell
@@SoloLevellor you too
😂😂😂😂😂
@@payalgaurschannel6018 am not sending..
hence proved!! earth par bhi aliens hain
.
.
.
.
.
bhai epic video tha
.
.aur topic to gajab😂😂😂
Earth par es bastuo ki waza se aliens nahi ate hai
Tik tok main in dino kharab content banane ka competition chal raha hai.
Worst content=views= roast= famous. lol🤣😂
We want RIP English video pls pls 🤗🤗🤗
Me too 🙋
Yeah
Yeah
Ryt
Bhipadi ke
Yeah we need to know the goodest form of inglish form rawknee bhaiya
BROOO I really love your content
Badly waiting for R.I.P ENGLISH!!!!!!
ALL THE BEST!! BRO 1 MILLION SOON!
Today is my bady i hope if not my parents my friends on TH-cam can atleast give me a gift. I hope i can get 100 subs😥
jab triggered insaan ka dekha tha tab 1.2m thyy uske😂😂😂
I luv triggered insaan...CRINGE KE DEVI?? M I RIGHT
Are Bhai Wait Tho Kar Honge Ek Din
Scripting karta nahi he woh . Sirf jo Mann me Aiya bol diya
Isske paas content nahi hai 😂
Mene to upload hote hi dekh li thi.... BTW uske to abhi 1 million bhi cross nahi hue😂
3:58 I literally laughed so hard bro.
Her husband is the camera man 😂😂😂🙆
Really......god save husband
@@aryadixit9897 😂😂😂 actually!
Drashti Patel jaldi he usko heart attack aaja yega
It's not like she can't sing well you know!
SHE CAN, and she had posted one decent video of her singing. But as we all know the bitter truth is people don't share good content as much as the bad one. They share the funny or weird ones - which one can make fun of.
You can take me as an example, even i have a TH-cam channel and I have uploaded my covers but I don't get even 1000 views on that! Subscribers and likes ki to bat hi mat karo.
See i am not saying k main bohot hi jyada achchha gati hoon and all. But I can surely say I am not at all a BAD SINGER and I sing quite well.
Bohot jyada ho gaya na😅😂😂. Anyway If you have read this long - really long comment I am quite surprised you know! And I want to thank you for giving your precious time to read this looong comment. 😛😂
Uh oh.
Early surprise ! Love u bro.....
How many like for Rawkneeeeeeeeee.
CARRY KA MOHIT, RAWKNEE KA GOTYA AUR SAIMAN KA TIMOTI AREE THE REAL HEROS.
Why God why this comment is so underrated!!
R.I.P.ENGLISH
Prash ka Majnu
And Adil ka Mukesh,,, @HaddBC
Jordindian ka dinesh aur Sharon bhi hai
5:30 is the funniest part still laughing🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
3:35 Aadha video hone ke baad bol rha hai let's begin?
Gotya hockey stick kadh!!🏑
And I was thought Aaj intro dekhne ko nahi milega 😅😅😅
Me bhi vahi socha .😂😂
Kadh nahi nikal hota hai
Purana Rawknee is back!😤😤👌👌
Yup!
Yes
oh yeah yeah
*When we reach home from Result PTM*
*The First Word My Father Says Is : **2:22*
*And my reaction to it : **4:02*
*Then What I say after 2 Hours lecture : **6:32*
😂😂😂😂🤣🤣!!
Mine also same case!!!
😂😂😂😂😂😂
Are Bhai bhai bhai 😂😂😂😂😂
🤣🤣🤣good one bro
😂😂😂mst!!!
:05:46 Camera Man Is Her husband 😂😂😂😂😂😂*
05:46
Lol
Kon hay ye??!!
Haa
Uska husband kasai baan gaya
2 min silence for those who really kept 1 min silence😂
Gjb bhai
2 mins silence for you coz no one does that
@@501zeynub no one will do it then why are u saying that😔
@@kaustubh6658 hain? didn't get you
Lol
5:32 camera man us ka husband he hai aur wo bhi is level ka pagal hai😂😂😂
6:03 us ka husband 😂😂😂
U are copying triggered insaan😀😀😀😂😂
@@chainkadevi6218 who is he?😳
😂😂😂😂😂
@@muffinhead4501 A TH-cam Channel
You are the most consistent roaster. Other streams are given priority to streaming first.
Sahi kaha
Kunal Basist ye bhi stream karta hai
His mother father good manners
Bhai The Rawknee games yaha pe rawknee daily stream krta hai.
Carry Gareeb Guru 😡😡😡😕😕
After half video completed intro had come 🤣🤣🤣🤣
All disliker are TIK TOk Users . XD
Only 5 now
lmao
Watch my video 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇 bro
Haha
Bhai ye profile pic kiska hai??
This many brain cells i lost today
👇
U don't have anything to lose u have none
Lol jk loved it
Stereotype mat Kar aur rawknee ki vid pe PewDiePie ke fan kya karenge
@@iamhowtobasic70yearsago10 rawknee is a Pewdiepie fan himself and I'm also a Pewdiepie fan.
@@enorupted I am not.
Yeh Cringy Ladki kitne Roasters ka ghar chalati hai....😂😂😂😂
😂 😂
😂🤣🤣🤣
😂 hmmmm
Do you watch triggered insaan @agamechanger
@@RdP5448 yes i watched the video on this topic by him before
When he finally says LET'S BEGIN 😍😚😘😋.....
Tik Tok banned in tamil nadu 😂😂😂😂
Me too i am coming too
Really
@@tobi2847 yes
I am shifting in Tamil nadu
I am coming give ur address pls pls pls
Missed that intro for so much time...!!!!
"Lets Begin"!!!!!!!
Exactly man
i am a roaster too. Carryminati is my inspiration. please checkout my channel for once ☺️☺️☺️.
Camera man = her husband
Hence, Saadi manje barbadi proved 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
😁😁😁😁😁😁
3:45 you mother father manner this.
Yes manners this
New Lights 👌👌👌. Mather Father Wery Good Maneers 😂
Premium quality English speaking 👌
4:03 abe daraaa q rhi h?? 😅😅
😂😂
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Rawknee With Long Hair Looks Lovely!!!😍😍😍
@D Bhatt mein bhi bhatt hoon vansh bhatt mera naam hai. Bhatt bros jindabaad
Kisi Ko Accha Bolna Bhi Gunah Ho Gaya Hai Ab...Kitna Jalte Hai Log😂😂
Hardi M
He is sakt launda.
Didi sorry really sorry mein bolne wala tha lekin mera bhai mobile cheen liya. Again sorry just joking.
Chk my channel guys..
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
0:11 pogo TV mein Gali 😂😂🤣🤣
Yep
tattichor gali thodi hai
2:01 there is 1.9M but he says 1.7M
Right
Bhai banda apke anand ke liye video bana raha he fir bhi kuch bura nikalna he , band karo ye auntio wali harkate
If this was aunty wali harkat why had the Rawknee loved this?🤔🤔🤔🙄🙄🙄
1.Haeni tera khoka [Loud]
2.Khoka khoka [Very Loud]
3.Khoka khoka khokaaa[SOUND POLUTION]
4.KHOKA KHOKAAA[Violent] 🙇
You know what...
RawKnee's first lines portrayed everything.
Pogo TV is eventually closing down.
Edit: In Hindi,
RawKnee ke pahele shabdo se samaj gaya.
Pogo TV band hone wala hai.
2nd Edit: Thanks for the 💓 RawKnee
and 2nd is APEX kab try karega?
Bro the only reason you haven't gotten a lot of likes is because you haven't typed it in hindi. BTW it is the sad reality
WOW!! Really?? Let it be pleaseee. I prey you God 🙏 Agar Pogo nahi to kam se kam wo khatara Chota Bheem to band ho jane do 👊
Pogo tv band honi chahiye😅
Shayad,Par muje bhi lagta hai ki band ho Jana chaiye
🤔 Aisa kya ho gaya?
Bhai ab 3.1 million ho gaye😓😓😓😓
Bc
Aur ab?
She has more than 1.9M followers lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Let’s begin or LLLLetsss begin 😂😂🐼🐼 and Love from Bangladesh 🇧🇩🇧🇩🇧🇩🇧🇩🇧🇩🇧🇩🇧🇩🇧🇩
Tnx... i replied from India😎
Oooo amio but ami kintu Diamond e
I M also bangladeshi
Bangladeshi here 😎😎
Tik tok = rip sanskaar😂
Edit: thanks for heart rawknee bro
XD There was one video of her where she screamed so loud, a cow got scared and ran away.
5:19 Who remembered Bhool Bhulaiya.
Song is ankho ki gustakhia maaf ho. acting is from bhool bhulaiya
New hair style 😂😂🤘🤘👍👍
Aaj oil nai lagaya hai bhai ne.......hairstyle purana hi hai......
Goodest**...👍😊
R.I.P English 😂
The
Best?
@@joon3638 2:22
Didn't get the joke?! Lol
5:00 teer Ka sound effect 😂😂
Let's get this video on trending ✨❤️❤️❤️ #rawkneeshow
সেকস
He dont deserve it this was not funny
Cameraman is her husband..🤒😨
Rip him
nithin sai J ..i also think so.. yeah carryminati ka bhai lagta hain same voice.. same style
Really
The God Of Anand is back 😆😆😆😆
Who told he is from anand
@@khadija78654 I said😂😂😂
Press f to pay respect to the cameraman.
😂😂
Press alt + f4 to pay respect to tiktokers
F
Felt nice to have the old camera look back. BTW you were always awesome Rony. Love you
hit like for RONY DAS GUPTA . ( therawknee )
Is he bengali?
@@swapnadeepkapuri1589 yes..
Ronny ur hairstyle is just like john cena's new hairstyle
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
But atleast you can see me!
@@TheRawKnee hahahahah
Mujhe toh daari wala tere naam lag rah ha...😑
Ashish Behera .
Oye Tamil Nadu chalo waha tiktok ban hogya
Tseries Vs PewDiePie ........god bless tamil nadu government.
Yeah bro now we are living peacefully here😝😝😝😝😝
Come here make T.N famous
how lucky
*yaar vo shadi suda hi °_°, salute to her husband*
Uska husband bhi eshi vdos bnata h
Uske lie bhi ek minute ka maun rakho😂😂
Abhigyan Pandey hahahaha
i am a roaster too. Carryminati is my inspiration. please checkout my channel for once ☺️☺️☺️.
3:35 pressure smhaal ke bhai😂😆😆😆🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
😂
Bhai mere mobail volume full tha or ishka aavaj sunkar mera bhap dhar gaya 😂😂😂😂😂😂
I think now these day talent is not required for being famous , u just need to be vulger and mad. u can easily become rich .
MONIKA SINHA For those who can take criticisms in a light manner
O:37 carry style.😀😀😀😀😀
Yup
Bhai pura carry bnna chah rha hai
0:37
Bn ni pyga wo wo h
true
Ab tak nhi laga par ab lag rha hai
Bhai kya dikha diya tune.. 😂 😂
0:01 wese akeleme ye krte sab he. pr batata koiii nahi😂😂😂
hahahaah👌🏻👌🏻
When my brother showed your video , by seeing you half of face i assumed that you're carriminati...!!😂🤣🤩
Same happened with me when my sister showed it to me 😂
Ya !! Same .. I too thought like that!!
3:13 It wasn't Braah ,it was Bra👙 😂
He meant brother (bro)
Addy007 brother he say brahh in punjabi means brother
Aare bhai POGO tv hai .Samja karo
@@vickygrewal3077 yeah I know that I am also Punjabi ... I just said it for fun..
@@HardGore7 oh sry bro 😅
0:31 or 3:35 magical moment 😍😍😍😍😍 luv u Bhai
I am ur biggest fan 👌👌😍😍
Amazing bhai ...keep it up nd may u get 1M❣️❣️❣️❣️as soon as possible
4:08 OH SHIT!!
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂
I have lost all hope on humanity. The number of people who spread such type of cringe is increasing exponentially. Maybe someday they will fall under the human category and those who don't have tik tok will be considered Pokemon. And humans will throw kinder joy shells as pokeball to catch us
ToDay t series Vs pewdiepie
9sal ka bad
The Rawknee show Vs t series
Tik tok wale to dhinchak pooja se bhi gaye guzre hai😂😂. Btw let's begin🤙.
Here after TIK TOK BAN???????? ANY ONE???????
I have a solution go to this link and download it will not get in play store or other app Store 👇👇👇
apkpure.com/tiktok
Me
Me
Yes
Its back now.
Great Khali's English >>> Whole TIK TOK
All is well....... All is well..... 😰😰😰
She's possesed by Manjulika's BHOOT 😂😂🤣🤣😂😂
I was thinking the same thing 😂😂😂
durgesh nandan yeah exactly
5:39
F for the cameraman
Dinchak ka soutela bhai😂😂😂
First go n take bath😂😂JK...
6:50 Gareeb Detected
🙄😂😂😂😂😂
5:20 his camera man is recording with a phone, his shadow is visible
R.I.P headphone users 😂😂
*Arey Baap Re Kya Video Hai Re 👌👌👍👍*
Bhai mera channel bhi dekh lo
@@Kavya.kothari jrur
Hip
Bhai ringlight lelo na rohny apke room bhot dark dark sa lagta
Lighting thik kar li hai. Ye bas lights lagne se pehle record hui hai. Next video me ;)
@@TheRawKnee k
3:37 me let's begin itna late
2:32 the goodest way to make khaini XD
@@yornaya . If there can exist goody goody people, then why not the goodest way😂
True dat 😂😂
@@yornaya .. yeah!😂
Baba RAWKNEE lag rahe ho !!😊😝😝🤘
3:21 "oh hoo oh ho" was the best
Yes
I don't know why I watch this video many times, and I am not bored of it
TIK tok is going to ban
OH YEAH 😂😂🤣
Bekar content walo ko ban krna chahiye instead of tik tok
Chk my channel guys.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Rony ne galti se pehle upload kardi 😂
Brother u are great❤️❤️❤️... Lots of love❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ and are u a bengali???? 🙄🙄... Or something related with bangla??? 🙄🙄
Yes he is bengali
He is Bengali
00:10 BROKE THE POGO CHANNEL RULE Ab chota bheem kaha jayega