There are some days (especially evil Mondays) when I wake up late and rush out of the house and need to take a rickshaw to the bus stop. Just as I stepped outside the building gate, i saw this dame standing some 10 feet away from me. Hard luck, ogling time at pretty girl, when in hurry is extremely less. Buhh. Having a rickshaw stand just outside the house always helps, but like Mr.Murphy said, you never get autos when you need them the most. ( Mr. Murphy did not exactly say that). After looking for 4 precious minutes for the rickshaw, you finally see an empty rickshaw passing by and I call out to it.
"AUTOOOO, pucccpphhhkk pucccpphhhhk!"
(puucpphhhk = is the sound which one makes when he is calling for attention and believe me,auto drivers wont acknowledge your presence unless you call out to them like that. People staying in Mumbai would exactly know what that sound is).The gentleman decided to slow down his three wheeler for me but suddenly decided to whiz past to halt 10 feet away to lend his chivalrous services to the pretty girl. I reach office late. DIE PRETTY GIRL!
Conductors in buses are fussy about change. I paid him 10 for a 8 Rs ticket and the gentleman did not have change. In the middle of a bus, so congested with people that i could not move even my shoe lace, i had to dig all three pant pockets i had to excavate coins to give him another 3 Rs so that he could give me back a 5 rupee coin. People around you are not quite ok with the idea of excavation and they tend to give you ugly looks if your hand unintentionlly touches their shirt or bag. Gentleman conductor decides to move a step ahead to ask pretty girl where she is going. Pretty girl is one of THOSE smart asses and hands him over a note of a big denomination. This time, gentleman starts digging his small side brown bag for change. Not much in there. Excavates his pockets, dig dig DIG...and the exact change is yet to be given back. Now, he decides to pay her with her own money, pulls out his wallet and opens the small pocket in it. He turns it upside down and squeeze dries it till he manages to give the pretty girl the balance amount. Hmm. DIE PRETTY GIRL!
Pretty girl and pretty girl's brother wanted to watch a movie. They did not have change. Pretty girl's brother, the gentleman that he is, decides to not let the lady do the hardwork and goes to a shop asking for change. Nyeh ehh. They dont give him any. Poor boy comes back. Pretty girl decides to show who wears the pants in the house and asks for change at the same place. The gentlemen at the shop pooled in money so that pretty girl could get change. Hmm. DIE PRETTY GIRL!
Early morning in Hyderabada and the hotel has complimentary breakfast. Woo hoo! Pretty girl asked for an extra cup of coffee and she got two men attending to her needs, one of them driveling coffee into her cup as he was pouring wine into it and the other with sugar cubes politely asking how many cubes she wanted and also telling her about unasked for travel gyaan in Hyderabada. I asked for an extra cup of coffee and I get a grumpy look from the waiter suggesting "Just because it is free that does not mean you ask for extra stuff and hog, stupid cheapstake!"Sugar? "Er..hello..suggg ...ahh?" No waiter gave me any sugar! Forget travel gyaan! DIE PRETTY GIRL! DROWN IN YOUR CUP!
Auto drivers in Hyderabada do not respond to pphhhllbcck. And like auto drivers world wide, they cut each other's path and make sure to stop their vehicles next to each other at signals.
Driver 1 to 2 : "Tumko problem aata?"
2 to 1 : "Kaise nahi aata !!!"
1 to 2 : "aaAAA???"
2 to 1 : "AAAA!!"
They keep aaa-ing at each other till the green signal comes on and then they live happily ever after.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
When men talk
Men often complain about women bitching and gossiping. What is little known is that some men do it too. The reason behind men not caught gossiping is because they choose specific locations to do it.
Location 1: At the barber's shop.
This is the place to hear the best gossip in town. You will get to know whose sister has got a 'lafda' with with which boy, the boy's family history and also the boy's real intention. Between all this, you will find an oh so cool dude with two buttons on the shirt left open and a faded jeans, so loose that it could drop down any second with please see my genuine jockey look walk in,pick up the water sprayer and spray some water on his hair. Then he will take a comb and do something to his hair , something about which i am not exactly sure about since his hair looks worse than what it did when he had come in. I dont know what it is about us men ; most of us tend to make our eyebrows go in a V shape while we comb. He adds more condiments to the gossipy curry in his short stint. By this time, the barber takes out his 'machine' for the head massage and then there comes an instance when the machine is moving over your shoulder and he is right in front of you, looking straight into your eye. "Ughh...// (uncomfortable, hey i am not gay!) smile// and the cutter and cut-ist look away wanting the whole thing to end and run away somewhere.
Location 2: The swimming pool
Fat uncles bragging about their children is the common trend. Reassuring oneself of how swimming is an all round exercise and better than running and gymming which they can't do.
Dont be surprised if you get access to an organisation's well kept strategic secrets while you are trying hard to achieve your 5th lap of back stroke. This is a place where really bad jokes come out as frequently as the gas out of their bodies. One will find custom made swimming styles and extremely heavy heaves and puffs. Their lap speeds suddenly increase when a girl would enter/sit by the pool. They start competing against each other. The frequency of bad jokes increases and they even laugh out loud to their own jokes and one really feels like giving himself a watery grave.
Location 3 : The loo
Ever since Michael Carleone visited the loo to get the pistol before he avenged his father's death, the loo has been a hot spot for male conversation. Some of us say a hi to each other and exchange a few good words about our lives, when one is standing and is at it and while the other is entering. They, pee, or so i think, for a really long time while they exchange information about their departments in office/college . Some of them have a habit of ducking and zipping it back on...dont ask me why, i do not know why. While washing hands, there HAS to be a hair setting session too. Not to forget the eyebrows in a V and moving the face slightly to the left, right, upwards and in all possible ways the face can move. Also, the changing rooms/dressing rooms/shower rooms.
Some of us will talk to each other, to the extent shout across the wall if the voice can't be heard because of the water coming from the shower.
A little about women. I would suggest get those cell phones which are so so dear to you surgically stitched to your ears.
I would also strongly recommend using rubber or foam covering on kitchen counters. I do not understand what is it about them and the utensil noises that keep continuously out of the kitchen. Tidding tinngn taaaaanggg.
There is an ocassional falling of a plate which keeps on moving in an oblique ellipse on the floor. Tadddrrrrrr tadddrrrr taddrrr tadrrr taddrr tarr...PICK IT UP! STOP THAT NOISE DAMN IT! BUT NO, THEY WONT!
Location 1: At the barber's shop.
This is the place to hear the best gossip in town. You will get to know whose sister has got a 'lafda' with with which boy, the boy's family history and also the boy's real intention. Between all this, you will find an oh so cool dude with two buttons on the shirt left open and a faded jeans, so loose that it could drop down any second with please see my genuine jockey look walk in,pick up the water sprayer and spray some water on his hair. Then he will take a comb and do something to his hair , something about which i am not exactly sure about since his hair looks worse than what it did when he had come in. I dont know what it is about us men ; most of us tend to make our eyebrows go in a V shape while we comb. He adds more condiments to the gossipy curry in his short stint. By this time, the barber takes out his 'machine' for the head massage and then there comes an instance when the machine is moving over your shoulder and he is right in front of you, looking straight into your eye. "Ughh...// (uncomfortable, hey i am not gay!) smile// and the cutter and cut-ist look away wanting the whole thing to end and run away somewhere.
Location 2: The swimming pool
Fat uncles bragging about their children is the common trend. Reassuring oneself of how swimming is an all round exercise and better than running and gymming which they can't do.
Dont be surprised if you get access to an organisation's well kept strategic secrets while you are trying hard to achieve your 5th lap of back stroke. This is a place where really bad jokes come out as frequently as the gas out of their bodies. One will find custom made swimming styles and extremely heavy heaves and puffs. Their lap speeds suddenly increase when a girl would enter/sit by the pool. They start competing against each other. The frequency of bad jokes increases and they even laugh out loud to their own jokes and one really feels like giving himself a watery grave.
Location 3 : The loo
Ever since Michael Carleone visited the loo to get the pistol before he avenged his father's death, the loo has been a hot spot for male conversation. Some of us say a hi to each other and exchange a few good words about our lives, when one is standing and is at it and while the other is entering. They, pee, or so i think, for a really long time while they exchange information about their departments in office/college . Some of them have a habit of ducking and zipping it back on...dont ask me why, i do not know why. While washing hands, there HAS to be a hair setting session too. Not to forget the eyebrows in a V and moving the face slightly to the left, right, upwards and in all possible ways the face can move. Also, the changing rooms/dressing rooms/shower rooms.
Some of us will talk to each other, to the extent shout across the wall if the voice can't be heard because of the water coming from the shower.
A little about women. I would suggest get those cell phones which are so so dear to you surgically stitched to your ears.
I would also strongly recommend using rubber or foam covering on kitchen counters. I do not understand what is it about them and the utensil noises that keep continuously out of the kitchen. Tidding tinngn taaaaanggg.
There is an ocassional falling of a plate which keeps on moving in an oblique ellipse on the floor. Tadddrrrrrr tadddrrrr taddrrr tadrrr taddrr tarr...PICK IT UP! STOP THAT NOISE DAMN IT! BUT NO, THEY WONT!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Almost a month of " i have to go to office" now. It is interesting to watch people and how they work. The choice of music is often closely related to their way of working. As I went from the top level to the bottom level of the organisational pyramid, I found music being used as an effective tool to support working. At the bottom , where the work is repetitive, so are the songs.
Secure the workpiece-assemble-hammer-test-secure-assemble-hammer-test. To go along with this is a song in which particular lyrics, tunes and rythms are attached to every component that goes in the assembly.Suddenly you find the robot in the gray apron stopping for a while and opening the things he has assembled. You ask him why is doing it and he will tell you he missed two lines of the song.
"SO?!"
"Oh, (Sheepish smile), those are for the dowel pins, forgot to put them in...hehe."
Talk about relating oneself to music! Also, the nuances in their notes and pitches are indicative of the orientation of the parts in their assembly.His audience are his pumps that he makes and he moves them into their 'pram' which will be moved in for painting.New pump, different song.
While in the office above, I unintentionally made a woman blush.
"I have done integrated diploma, i am also relatively new here, just been 4 months."
"So, you too passed out this year only?"
"Gnaaauuwww, //blush blush// its been 10 years!"
Buhh.Stop it woman! I just linked up events in an incorrect way!
As I scroll down the organistaional pyramid, I see their level of imagination being inveresely proportional to their education. I guess that's one bad thing education does, greater the knowledge, more limited is the imagination. When one does'nt know the science behind things, he is free to imagine how things work or might work and makes you creative about it.
The same would apply to the 3 -7 year old kids who play in the compound. They play 'Ganpati Ganpati'. They go around on their cycles shouting Ganpati Bappa Morya, have a small indegenously made puja and they dance too! I bet they would'nt have done all this if they were imparted gyaan on life at this age. Sometimes, it is just good to not know everything. (And I am not supporting the ignorance is bliss theory, go eat your toe if you thought I was!)
Anyway, after broken promises and being thrown a potato at, I have decided to do the tag. People who comment are requested to do it.
I am thinking about :
how much more time?
I said :
Good for you man.
I want to :
go to this place whose name I forgot, it’s a 17km trek upwards from Gangotri.
I wish :
I was granted another 32874 wishes. Ofcourse, the 32874th wish would be to be granted another 658925 wishes.
I miss :
my third last bench.
I hear:
you.
I wonder :
What would have happened to the world if the wheel was not invented.
I regret :
Not attending the short service commison interview.
I am... :
actually a sofa who doesn’t move around who tries to convince himself he is human.
I dance:
like a walking product of radioactive waste arising from the Pacific ocean who is destroying the city. Blame the Soviets.
I sing :
when I am hanging by the train’s door.
I cry :
- ied when the elephant in Haathi Mere Saathi dies in the end, also, when India lost to Australia in Mumbai in ’96.
I am not always:
eating.Really!
I write :
When there is no one online and I could die of boredom.
I confuse:
-d the examiners during my vivas.
I need :
to castrate all he-mosquitoes.
I should try ....:
not blaming the Soviets.
I finish :
me spinach, pooo pooooo
Secure the workpiece-assemble-hammer-test-secure-assemble-hammer-test. To go along with this is a song in which particular lyrics, tunes and rythms are attached to every component that goes in the assembly.Suddenly you find the robot in the gray apron stopping for a while and opening the things he has assembled. You ask him why is doing it and he will tell you he missed two lines of the song.
"SO?!"
"Oh, (Sheepish smile), those are for the dowel pins, forgot to put them in...hehe."
Talk about relating oneself to music! Also, the nuances in their notes and pitches are indicative of the orientation of the parts in their assembly.His audience are his pumps that he makes and he moves them into their 'pram' which will be moved in for painting.New pump, different song.
While in the office above, I unintentionally made a woman blush.
"I have done integrated diploma, i am also relatively new here, just been 4 months."
"So, you too passed out this year only?"
"Gnaaauuwww, //blush blush// its been 10 years!"
Buhh.Stop it woman! I just linked up events in an incorrect way!
As I scroll down the organistaional pyramid, I see their level of imagination being inveresely proportional to their education. I guess that's one bad thing education does, greater the knowledge, more limited is the imagination. When one does'nt know the science behind things, he is free to imagine how things work or might work and makes you creative about it.
The same would apply to the 3 -7 year old kids who play in the compound. They play 'Ganpati Ganpati'. They go around on their cycles shouting Ganpati Bappa Morya, have a small indegenously made puja and they dance too! I bet they would'nt have done all this if they were imparted gyaan on life at this age. Sometimes, it is just good to not know everything. (And I am not supporting the ignorance is bliss theory, go eat your toe if you thought I was!)
Anyway, after broken promises and being thrown a potato at, I have decided to do the tag. People who comment are requested to do it.
I am thinking about :
how much more time?
I said :
Good for you man.
I want to :
go to this place whose name I forgot, it’s a 17km trek upwards from Gangotri.
I wish :
I was granted another 32874 wishes. Ofcourse, the 32874th wish would be to be granted another 658925 wishes.
I miss :
my third last bench.
I hear:
you.
I wonder :
What would have happened to the world if the wheel was not invented.
I regret :
Not attending the short service commison interview.
I am... :
actually a sofa who doesn’t move around who tries to convince himself he is human.
I dance:
like a walking product of radioactive waste arising from the Pacific ocean who is destroying the city. Blame the Soviets.
I sing :
when I am hanging by the train’s door.
I cry :
- ied when the elephant in Haathi Mere Saathi dies in the end, also, when India lost to Australia in Mumbai in ’96.
I am not always:
eating.Really!
I write :
When there is no one online and I could die of boredom.
I confuse:
-d the examiners during my vivas.
I need :
to castrate all he-mosquitoes.
I should try ....:
not blaming the Soviets.
I finish :
me spinach, pooo pooooo
Saturday, October 07, 2006
We the people
If you watch the documantaries on India on NGC or Discovery, you would know that they often start with a line saying " It is often said that India is not just a country but a continent in some way". This,owing to the culture that changes every 50 kms. People often seem similar,they claim they are not.Take the following for examples...
VErma v/s VArma, PandeY v/sPande
Commonly known as : Bhaiyya
You replace the E with an A or forget the write the letter Y and they look at you as if you are asking them permission to sleep with their wives.
Common traits : absolute hindi speaking people, will stick to polite hindi while abusing too,
e.g: aapke maa ki ____ ( No prizes to be won for filling the blank with creatively,buhh).
Oh and there is another variety of varmas from the south as well!
Mumbaikars v/s the Punekars
Commonly known as : Ghatis
You will often find the former telling the latter how just a stretch of marine drive kicks M.G.Road arse and the latter often complains "tumchi mumbai kiti garam aahe, kiti ghaam yeto!"
Translation : how hot is your mumbai, we sweat so much!
Buhh, if its closer to the sea, if you don't expect sweat, do you expect bloody nectar to trickle down from your brows!
common traits : Merge marathi words into hindi language which eventually get absorbed under the bambaiyya which is considered cool .
Parsis v/s Iranis
Commonly known as : bawas
The Iranis will take strong exception on being called a bawa. Kasti kasam they might end up making a face if you don't understand the difference, which you won't even after years of knowing them. It seems that the zoroastrians had come down from Iran and settled down in kutch and asked permission from the king. The king in return sent a spoon filled with milk which meant "bawa ji, house full, aiya nathi settle karvanu!". In return, the wise old man in their group
dissolved sugar in that spoonfull of milk which meant that they will mingle with the people and stay with them. Obviously two sugars had gone in, one parsi and the other irani sugar! D'OH!
Idiosyncratic Iyers v/s their Nemesis Nairs
Commonly known as : Madrasis
The former is clannish and doesn't like it when you call them lungis which the latter wears. Veshti is their thing to wear! It all comes down to parabola(with a red vertical line between it) on the forehead v/s the horizontal thick line of chandan on the forehead.The dravidian soul wakes up when you club them as 'madrasis' .
I will update this list some day later. For now, I am out of here // lifts lungi/veshti from the bottom and tucks it in and around the waist// Poite Varien!
VErma v/s VArma, PandeY v/sPande
Commonly known as : Bhaiyya
You replace the E with an A or forget the write the letter Y and they look at you as if you are asking them permission to sleep with their wives.
Common traits : absolute hindi speaking people, will stick to polite hindi while abusing too,
e.g: aapke maa ki ____ ( No prizes to be won for filling the blank with creatively,buhh).
Oh and there is another variety of varmas from the south as well!
Mumbaikars v/s the Punekars
Commonly known as : Ghatis
You will often find the former telling the latter how just a stretch of marine drive kicks M.G.Road arse and the latter often complains "tumchi mumbai kiti garam aahe, kiti ghaam yeto!"
Translation : how hot is your mumbai, we sweat so much!
Buhh, if its closer to the sea, if you don't expect sweat, do you expect bloody nectar to trickle down from your brows!
common traits : Merge marathi words into hindi language which eventually get absorbed under the bambaiyya which is considered cool .
Parsis v/s Iranis
Commonly known as : bawas
The Iranis will take strong exception on being called a bawa. Kasti kasam they might end up making a face if you don't understand the difference, which you won't even after years of knowing them. It seems that the zoroastrians had come down from Iran and settled down in kutch and asked permission from the king. The king in return sent a spoon filled with milk which meant "bawa ji, house full, aiya nathi settle karvanu!". In return, the wise old man in their group
dissolved sugar in that spoonfull of milk which meant that they will mingle with the people and stay with them. Obviously two sugars had gone in, one parsi and the other irani sugar! D'OH!
Idiosyncratic Iyers v/s their Nemesis Nairs
Commonly known as : Madrasis
The former is clannish and doesn't like it when you call them lungis which the latter wears. Veshti is their thing to wear! It all comes down to parabola(with a red vertical line between it) on the forehead v/s the horizontal thick line of chandan on the forehead.The dravidian soul wakes up when you club them as 'madrasis' .
I will update this list some day later. For now, I am out of here // lifts lungi/veshti from the bottom and tucks it in and around the waist// Poite Varien!
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Pinky Nagpal
Delhi Radio is extremely repugnable. They play miiiiitwwwaaaaaa atleast 11 times in a day. And they have a 'traffic reporter' named Pritampura/Pathpadhgunj ki Pinky Nagpal. I dont know if this woman travels to different parts of the city to report traffic or is it that the radio station is so dumb that it cannot think of names of actual people who might do it and keep repeating pinky nagpal thinking that people would concentrate on the 10km/hr from janpath to safdarjung's tomb and not notice this name again? Either way, it confuses me, does this lady get paid by radio mirchi to get stuck up in traffic at different locations everyday and pointing out speed radars to measure the flow of traffic?( I dont mind getting paid for doing that!) Or is just that radio station people in delhi are destitute of creativity that they cant find good and genuine names? D'oh!
We live in a time of pseudo seculars and pseudo philantrophists. Abu Salem gets offered a ticket to contest elections in UP. Lets see, Kofi Annan is about to step down, kill Tharoor, let Osama have his post. And I hear people on news channels saying the memons are being framed because they are muslims. How does it matter if he is a tiger memon, menon, singh or fernandes! Hang the pussy and his clutter!
I dont understand people.
Instance #1 : I once helped an old man who seemed to be blind to get off the bus and go to haji ali. He bumped into people and got ugly looks and a earful for it. I felt how incredibly stupid those people were who could'nt see that the old man was blind, but it was only later that i realised that the timeless hero was bumping into women only!
Instance #2: Middle aged man accosting me, dressed neatly and not looking poor, claiming to have been kicked out of the house, telling me he is homeless and blah and "please son, i stand in front of the house of god, give me money" blaah. Remebering instance 1, i decide to just walk by and then realise he is accompanied by an old lady . The nice me decides to be nice and give him some money and then the nice me sees the big bottle of whiskey in his bag.Dont know how many more he would buy from contributions from gullible fools like me.Buhh.
English is a funny language and i am not talking about if g-o is go then why isnt t-o toe.
1. Words mean exactly the opposite of what they seem to be
restive : it describes a condition of being anything but at rest!
2. Words sound similar, but mean a hell lot different.
vindicate,vindictive
Why make such words! Stupid bulldogs!
3. Sigh.They have a word for such innocent mistakes too. Howler.
4. They conviniently make people whom they dont like into words e.g. Quisling, gerrymander,philistine etc.
Lets make words too.
Dyer: To massacre
"Arre, i got totally dyered in the vivas man!"
Lampard : To endlessly miss your goal(pun intended..twahah!)
"He is 40 and still lamparding in life ."
harrywindsor : To grope
"Karan Johar and Manish Malhotra were seen harrywindsoring each other in the party."
pnagpal : (Mind the pronounciation, the P is silent) Idiot.
"Hahaha! You are such a dumb pnagpal!"
We live in a time of pseudo seculars and pseudo philantrophists. Abu Salem gets offered a ticket to contest elections in UP. Lets see, Kofi Annan is about to step down, kill Tharoor, let Osama have his post. And I hear people on news channels saying the memons are being framed because they are muslims. How does it matter if he is a tiger memon, menon, singh or fernandes! Hang the pussy and his clutter!
I dont understand people.
Instance #1 : I once helped an old man who seemed to be blind to get off the bus and go to haji ali. He bumped into people and got ugly looks and a earful for it. I felt how incredibly stupid those people were who could'nt see that the old man was blind, but it was only later that i realised that the timeless hero was bumping into women only!
Instance #2: Middle aged man accosting me, dressed neatly and not looking poor, claiming to have been kicked out of the house, telling me he is homeless and blah and "please son, i stand in front of the house of god, give me money" blaah. Remebering instance 1, i decide to just walk by and then realise he is accompanied by an old lady . The nice me decides to be nice and give him some money and then the nice me sees the big bottle of whiskey in his bag.Dont know how many more he would buy from contributions from gullible fools like me.Buhh.
English is a funny language and i am not talking about if g-o is go then why isnt t-o toe.
1. Words mean exactly the opposite of what they seem to be
restive : it describes a condition of being anything but at rest!
2. Words sound similar, but mean a hell lot different.
vindicate,vindictive
Why make such words! Stupid bulldogs!
3. Sigh.They have a word for such innocent mistakes too. Howler.
4. They conviniently make people whom they dont like into words e.g. Quisling, gerrymander,philistine etc.
Lets make words too.
Dyer: To massacre
"Arre, i got totally dyered in the vivas man!"
Lampard : To endlessly miss your goal(pun intended..twahah!)
"He is 40 and still lamparding in life ."
harrywindsor : To grope
"Karan Johar and Manish Malhotra were seen harrywindsoring each other in the party."
pnagpal : (Mind the pronounciation, the P is silent) Idiot.
"Hahaha! You are such a dumb pnagpal!"
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Ganesha Says
"The stars can tell." Not very long ago, some gentleman proposed there was a 10th planet and now yesterday they plan to add another few.What worries me more than the dilemma school going children are going to face more,since now their very educated mother is just not going to show them nine planets, is the influence of all these planets on astrology. If you get the Mumbai edition of the Times of India, you would know the entire bunch is some good 15 cms broad consisting of the main paper, Mumbai Mirror,Bombay Times, DNA,DNA after hours, Education Times(2-3times a week), Property times, This times that times and buhh times. I have a habit of reading the paper backwards,from page 30 to 1 and reading the forecasts is one of morning things to do. Its always good to hope.99/100 days these forecasts are contradictory, if BT and Mirror say i will be having a good day, DNA doesnt.
Anyway, so a few weeks back, all of them said i was going to have a good day! woo hoo! So I open my mailbox expecting a few mails.Not there.Then,when i get up from the chair I drop my phone, which for some weird reason was on my lap instead of the usual pocket. This happens twice in the day. Know how the frame comes to a halt and things become black and white and grey and sepia with the heroines and gaping mouths in hindi movies?That's exactly what i am like when my phone falls down. I try to sit on the sofa and when im just an inch away from being called "completely seated down" the door bell rings.Courier.Trying to sit down attempt #2,this time i am a quarter inch away, the phone rings.Wrong number.Determined to do what the world is not letting me do, i go flat on my sofa.The door bell again. Moher Fuhherrr!
As if this wasn't enough, i open the mailbox again, send out a few mails. Releaved that this work is done, i stretch back and I suddenly find myself sitting on the floor.It happened so quick that my in-transit memory of being in the chair to having a piece of plastic in my hand is as good as null.The chair i was sitting on broke.High time I start working out.
All this, when they said I would have a good day, all of them, on the same day too.tch.
I will sue these planets some day.Nuckin Futs!
Indepenedence day fuss.The younger got elected as the headboy of his school/jr. college. They have an investiture ceremony. To get things right, the younger explains to me how and where he would like to be photographed while marching.Camera friendly younger. He draws a plan of the school quadrangle. He is the cross and i am the small incospicuous circle (it was actually just a dot) , when the cross moves forward and backward the dot is supposed to move to the left and right.A saviour phone call and I think the worst is over. I come back to see the cross has become an actual person! Photographs of his 9th std. investiture ceremony, the faults in the photos are pointed out to me and asked not to be repeated.Yes sire.The angles from which he is to be shot are explained in the photos.Wait, the worst is still not over.
"I'll have a mug of warm milk before sleeping"
"WHY!???"
"To keep the throat clear, you see. I have to shout out commands tomorrow"
Help me raise money to send all the youngers on this planet to be sent to a concentration camp.
As much i cherish watching the republic day parade i love to avoid the banal belaboring banter from the red fort. No wait, the worst is still not over. After calling Bhagat Singh a terrorist, now they call Tilak,Bipinchandra Pal and Ashfaqulla Khan terrorists. Don't be surprised if after a 100 years your grandchildren read that a group of terrorists were lathi charged at the governor's bungalow in Mumbai and they went on hunger strike in Delhi.
I left out a little on my last post. Chote. He went against his family's wishes. A pigeon once laid two eggs in his balcony. He was asked to get rid of them. But the pious boy Chote is, he took good care of them. He got hay for them from some place and cushioned them in it, also to provide them warmth. He made sure the mother pigeon would get a little to eat everyday.He kept the surroundings clean( eventhough his room was a mess and you could often find his undergarments right next to his keyboard).From that day onwards, Chote got an appellation "Do ando ka baap".
And now i sit on a wooden stool as a precautionary measure.
Anyway, so a few weeks back, all of them said i was going to have a good day! woo hoo! So I open my mailbox expecting a few mails.Not there.Then,when i get up from the chair I drop my phone, which for some weird reason was on my lap instead of the usual pocket. This happens twice in the day. Know how the frame comes to a halt and things become black and white and grey and sepia with the heroines and gaping mouths in hindi movies?That's exactly what i am like when my phone falls down. I try to sit on the sofa and when im just an inch away from being called "completely seated down" the door bell rings.Courier.Trying to sit down attempt #2,this time i am a quarter inch away, the phone rings.Wrong number.Determined to do what the world is not letting me do, i go flat on my sofa.The door bell again. Moher Fuhherrr!
As if this wasn't enough, i open the mailbox again, send out a few mails. Releaved that this work is done, i stretch back and I suddenly find myself sitting on the floor.It happened so quick that my in-transit memory of being in the chair to having a piece of plastic in my hand is as good as null.The chair i was sitting on broke.High time I start working out.
All this, when they said I would have a good day, all of them, on the same day too.tch.
I will sue these planets some day.Nuckin Futs!
Indepenedence day fuss.The younger got elected as the headboy of his school/jr. college. They have an investiture ceremony. To get things right, the younger explains to me how and where he would like to be photographed while marching.Camera friendly younger. He draws a plan of the school quadrangle. He is the cross and i am the small incospicuous circle (it was actually just a dot) , when the cross moves forward and backward the dot is supposed to move to the left and right.A saviour phone call and I think the worst is over. I come back to see the cross has become an actual person! Photographs of his 9th std. investiture ceremony, the faults in the photos are pointed out to me and asked not to be repeated.Yes sire.The angles from which he is to be shot are explained in the photos.Wait, the worst is still not over.
"I'll have a mug of warm milk before sleeping"
"WHY!???"
"To keep the throat clear, you see. I have to shout out commands tomorrow"
Help me raise money to send all the youngers on this planet to be sent to a concentration camp.
As much i cherish watching the republic day parade i love to avoid the banal belaboring banter from the red fort. No wait, the worst is still not over. After calling Bhagat Singh a terrorist, now they call Tilak,Bipinchandra Pal and Ashfaqulla Khan terrorists. Don't be surprised if after a 100 years your grandchildren read that a group of terrorists were lathi charged at the governor's bungalow in Mumbai and they went on hunger strike in Delhi.
I left out a little on my last post. Chote. He went against his family's wishes. A pigeon once laid two eggs in his balcony. He was asked to get rid of them. But the pious boy Chote is, he took good care of them. He got hay for them from some place and cushioned them in it, also to provide them warmth. He made sure the mother pigeon would get a little to eat everyday.He kept the surroundings clean( eventhough his room was a mess and you could often find his undergarments right next to his keyboard).From that day onwards, Chote got an appellation "Do ando ka baap".
And now i sit on a wooden stool as a precautionary measure.
Friday, July 21, 2006
My Friends
Banda: Always wanted to make a movie. Deep thinker. Will bore you to death with a movie’s story (No, he actually will!). If he is kept alone with a stranger, we have often worried about the stranger’s safety and wonder if Banda is not killing him with his verbal finesse. Superman: Krypton : : Banda : Newspaper , strangers, take notice, if you want to take Banda off your back, give him a newspaper and he will drown himself to death in it.
Maybe, someday he will accept the fact that my school kicked his rival school’s butt.
Chote: And now introducing to you, a 5.10, weighing in at 81 kgs, coming straight from the Thane ST bus…CHOTE! Except for being the youngest in his family and having a silly yahoo id proclaiming himself ‘little’ in it, there is nothing small about this fellow, not brain nor brawns. Defines the antonym of punctuality. Will teach you to “adjust rrreee!” Chote walks as if the land he is walking on is his grandfather’s property. He is also accused of having a reputation of breaking Zippos on the first day they are purchased.
Goti: “I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me”. A genius who can break through security by hiding his beloved cigarettes in rollers of the roller scales, shoes, custom made boxes and other engineering equipment to hide his precious. Lights candles and agarbattis in front of Morrison photos. Has affinity towards older women. The security lady at BARC once discovered his underwear from the previous night’s slumber party.
Guru the Goo: Suffers from an acute Lacko Socialsensus. Will nudge you when you are talking on the phone and ask you an answer to a question you have no clue about; this, after you made this clear to him the previous day. He will do the same thing the next day. He has the honour of once getting an earful of fleas by thy motorman of a train whose seat he tried to sit on because he was late and couldn’t reach the men’s second class and by a man whose thing he grabbed while he was hanging out of the train and trying to reach the pole at the entrance of the train’s door. He did succeed in grabbing a pole.
Often called Guru da (not to be mistaken as Garuda).
Joshi: The only guy who accepts the fact that I’m in shape. Thank you Joshi, little do you realize we are in the same shape. Chickens out if asked to sing on a stage. The best bedroom and kitchen singer ever! He had knocked over our masala with his foot while we were cleaning the chicken. Since this was in a farmhouse 2 kms away from the closest sign of civilization and it was late, no one was in the mood to buy new spices required for the masala….so…the same masala went on the tandoori chicken and it ended up tasting good. Find a chick with foot fetish Joshi!
Khedekar: Once upon a time there was boy by the name of Khedekar.He never attended lectures. Once, for a change he did. And was sleeping in it. In the meanwhile, the very intelligent class was playing chalk chalk*. He woke up to drink water and Missy M threw a chalk at him, which the lecturer happened too see and assumed he must have done it first.
“Come here, who all are there in this?”
“Sir, I don’t know”
“Tell me fast, where it came from”
“Sir, from up”
(Pointing towards the ceiling) “UP? CHILD?”
-------What follows is golden history now--------------------------------
“NOO sirrr, like a projectile!”(Moves finger like a projectile).
SLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAP
Narsi: Narsi,the lion man has been regularly taking money from home for his weekend ‘class’ in Bandra with his beloved A. ( I’m so going to extort him with this if I don’t find a job soon and don’t have money). Mr. Quick Gun Murugun that he is likes to rush things and is usually the first to complete things, from assignments to finding a job to outings with girlfriends, he’s been there, done that. For more on his luuurrrvvee and check out his vibrant heart which is not updated in ages.
Pandey: Banda : Movie : : Pandey : IIT . Pandey is a true gentleman who will be remembered for accidentally giving his project guide a porn cd.Fortunately for him and unfortunately for us, the guide did not see its contents. “Saarrr, don’t opaan! Virus it has!” We had once decided to walk the entire stretch of Palm Beach road once, the project never took off due to the lack of ( I will come up with an excuse soon to fill this space). Hardcore extremist. Gets totally involved in a person when he likes being with him/her, so involved that he won’t be able to smell a farting contingent of gujjus around him. Says that he understands the string theory well. Our take on strings and ropes : very kinky, pandey, very kinky!
Shudder : Shudder the udder is one of the laziest souls you will ever come across. He beat me to that post! He resembles a South Park character. The udder with his innocent looks and efficient use of vocals may lead you to think he is so angelic that he has got wings attached at his back. Don’t get confused, he has stolen them from those Victoria secret fashion shows. Like jOshi, he is very much in shape tOO.
Suppa: His slenderness ratio (length/ width) exceeds two. You can spot this human French bean in a crowd very easily. Sources tell me he wears his sunglasses while playing basketball and tennis. The dude will jabber with you as if the world comes to and end today.Specializes at jabbering and reading at the same time. Also specialises at inventinve curse words. e.g : “tere maa ki mohite**”. A mouth that shoots funny curses, that of suppa’s. He had a concussion once. The first thing he said after becoming conscious was “Gan*u ne naak pe maara! mad*****” ….this ;in front of a constable since it was almost going to be a medico legal case.
Suzy: If guru da is yang, Suzy di is his yin.Thought wanderer. Spends most of his day observing human behaviour. If you could imagine his bike to be an animate object, she would have lodged a formal complaint against him for molestation and attempt to murder.Runs his mouth when caught up in fight on a lonely street and gets his arse kicked. Lousy jerk spills alcohol in his bag. Teaches lecturers how to measure distances with fingers instead of using scales or dividers. An artist by nature, suzy likes to listen to music and sing it aloud in the loo in his free time.Suzy also calls out to his imaginary girl friend Balvanti when he is under waterfalls.
Rao: Rao, our (green) blue eyed boy is the son of uncle Sam. While he is walking, his acid tongue will spill out venom, in the air if he doesn’t find anyone around him. And when he does finally manage to find any one around him, and tries spitting venom on them, he realizes he is so bad at spitting it he has just dropped some on himself. Clumsy bum. Dreams to convert all the dollars that he will make into many many rupees and be rich. Mr.naturally stylish . Can tell you the name of the presidents on Mt. Rushmore but won’t be able to tell where the Himalayas are….in fact, he will ask you what they are.
*chalk chalk : throwing chalk at each other, from one corner of the class to the other, coloured chalks have different points, if it hits the lecturer, u get an extra life in your game.
**mohite : a lecturer, who is our source of inspiration.
Maybe, someday he will accept the fact that my school kicked his rival school’s butt.
Chote: And now introducing to you, a 5.10, weighing in at 81 kgs, coming straight from the Thane ST bus…CHOTE! Except for being the youngest in his family and having a silly yahoo id proclaiming himself ‘little’ in it, there is nothing small about this fellow, not brain nor brawns. Defines the antonym of punctuality. Will teach you to “adjust rrreee!” Chote walks as if the land he is walking on is his grandfather’s property. He is also accused of having a reputation of breaking Zippos on the first day they are purchased.
Goti: “I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me”. A genius who can break through security by hiding his beloved cigarettes in rollers of the roller scales, shoes, custom made boxes and other engineering equipment to hide his precious. Lights candles and agarbattis in front of Morrison photos. Has affinity towards older women. The security lady at BARC once discovered his underwear from the previous night’s slumber party.
Guru the Goo: Suffers from an acute Lacko Socialsensus. Will nudge you when you are talking on the phone and ask you an answer to a question you have no clue about; this, after you made this clear to him the previous day. He will do the same thing the next day. He has the honour of once getting an earful of fleas by thy motorman of a train whose seat he tried to sit on because he was late and couldn’t reach the men’s second class and by a man whose thing he grabbed while he was hanging out of the train and trying to reach the pole at the entrance of the train’s door. He did succeed in grabbing a pole.
Often called Guru da (not to be mistaken as Garuda).
Joshi: The only guy who accepts the fact that I’m in shape. Thank you Joshi, little do you realize we are in the same shape. Chickens out if asked to sing on a stage. The best bedroom and kitchen singer ever! He had knocked over our masala with his foot while we were cleaning the chicken. Since this was in a farmhouse 2 kms away from the closest sign of civilization and it was late, no one was in the mood to buy new spices required for the masala….so…the same masala went on the tandoori chicken and it ended up tasting good. Find a chick with foot fetish Joshi!
Khedekar: Once upon a time there was boy by the name of Khedekar.He never attended lectures. Once, for a change he did. And was sleeping in it. In the meanwhile, the very intelligent class was playing chalk chalk*. He woke up to drink water and Missy M threw a chalk at him, which the lecturer happened too see and assumed he must have done it first.
“Come here, who all are there in this?”
“Sir, I don’t know”
“Tell me fast, where it came from”
“Sir, from up”
(Pointing towards the ceiling) “UP? CHILD?”
-------What follows is golden history now--------------------------------
“NOO sirrr, like a projectile!”(Moves finger like a projectile).
SLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAP
Narsi: Narsi,the lion man has been regularly taking money from home for his weekend ‘class’ in Bandra with his beloved A. ( I’m so going to extort him with this if I don’t find a job soon and don’t have money). Mr. Quick Gun Murugun that he is likes to rush things and is usually the first to complete things, from assignments to finding a job to outings with girlfriends, he’s been there, done that. For more on his luuurrrvvee and check out his vibrant heart which is not updated in ages.
Pandey: Banda : Movie : : Pandey : IIT . Pandey is a true gentleman who will be remembered for accidentally giving his project guide a porn cd.Fortunately for him and unfortunately for us, the guide did not see its contents. “Saarrr, don’t opaan! Virus it has!” We had once decided to walk the entire stretch of Palm Beach road once, the project never took off due to the lack of ( I will come up with an excuse soon to fill this space). Hardcore extremist. Gets totally involved in a person when he likes being with him/her, so involved that he won’t be able to smell a farting contingent of gujjus around him. Says that he understands the string theory well. Our take on strings and ropes : very kinky, pandey, very kinky!
Shudder : Shudder the udder is one of the laziest souls you will ever come across. He beat me to that post! He resembles a South Park character. The udder with his innocent looks and efficient use of vocals may lead you to think he is so angelic that he has got wings attached at his back. Don’t get confused, he has stolen them from those Victoria secret fashion shows. Like jOshi, he is very much in shape tOO.
Suppa: His slenderness ratio (length/ width) exceeds two. You can spot this human French bean in a crowd very easily. Sources tell me he wears his sunglasses while playing basketball and tennis. The dude will jabber with you as if the world comes to and end today.Specializes at jabbering and reading at the same time. Also specialises at inventinve curse words. e.g : “tere maa ki mohite**”. A mouth that shoots funny curses, that of suppa’s. He had a concussion once. The first thing he said after becoming conscious was “Gan*u ne naak pe maara! mad*****” ….this ;in front of a constable since it was almost going to be a medico legal case.
Suzy: If guru da is yang, Suzy di is his yin.Thought wanderer. Spends most of his day observing human behaviour. If you could imagine his bike to be an animate object, she would have lodged a formal complaint against him for molestation and attempt to murder.Runs his mouth when caught up in fight on a lonely street and gets his arse kicked. Lousy jerk spills alcohol in his bag. Teaches lecturers how to measure distances with fingers instead of using scales or dividers. An artist by nature, suzy likes to listen to music and sing it aloud in the loo in his free time.Suzy also calls out to his imaginary girl friend Balvanti when he is under waterfalls.
Rao: Rao, our (green) blue eyed boy is the son of uncle Sam. While he is walking, his acid tongue will spill out venom, in the air if he doesn’t find anyone around him. And when he does finally manage to find any one around him, and tries spitting venom on them, he realizes he is so bad at spitting it he has just dropped some on himself. Clumsy bum. Dreams to convert all the dollars that he will make into many many rupees and be rich. Mr.naturally stylish . Can tell you the name of the presidents on Mt. Rushmore but won’t be able to tell where the Himalayas are….in fact, he will ask you what they are.
*chalk chalk : throwing chalk at each other, from one corner of the class to the other, coloured chalks have different points, if it hits the lecturer, u get an extra life in your game.
**mohite : a lecturer, who is our source of inspiration.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
"we condemn this dastardly act of terrorism"
thats it? IS THAT FUCKING IT? what big balls my govt. has got to say that! haw! bravo!bravo!
This morning i switched the tv off because i was 'bored' of the news of people dying in Srinagar....and now i realise whats happening. People die like flies there and my bangle and thong wearing brave government "condemns" it.
I wouldnt want to die for no reason. I would like to come back home to my family after a long tiring day. I wouldnt want my family to see my railway pass in a sea of blood.
Not all of us are leader of men. We dont even ask for a 21 gun salute and a state funeral.But we definitely would like to see our entire bodies on the pyre, not just our hands alone. Or our fingers.
thats it? IS THAT FUCKING IT? what big balls my govt. has got to say that! haw! bravo!bravo!
This morning i switched the tv off because i was 'bored' of the news of people dying in Srinagar....and now i realise whats happening. People die like flies there and my bangle and thong wearing brave government "condemns" it.
I wouldnt want to die for no reason. I would like to come back home to my family after a long tiring day. I wouldnt want my family to see my railway pass in a sea of blood.
Not all of us are leader of men. We dont even ask for a 21 gun salute and a state funeral.But we definitely would like to see our entire bodies on the pyre, not just our hands alone. Or our fingers.
Friday, June 30, 2006
| How cool is it to be remembered by a single name only, e.g. Kaka. Makes you feel great. And after 1000 years, people start wondering if it was your first name or your last name. So, what is Moses’ surname? Or was Moses a surname? If I’m not wrong ‘Christ’ was only the title given to him and being content with Jesus Joseph sounds very Tamil. But if you had surnames like Arantes do Nascimento or Luíz Nazário de Lima, it is always advisable to stick to a single name. He too might have had a lengthy surname which the dim wit historians in 1 A.D found it difficult to write and record. I never call anyone ugly; however I take strong exception when it comes to cockroaches. Even worse is the flying variety. I also happen to call people a cockroach/jhingoor/zurral when I am not exactly glad with them. Did you know, they can live for eight days even after being beheaded! They can also survive nuclear attacks! A few weeks ago I saw a cockroach commit suicide. No kidding! It was walking on the wall and it suddenly jumped off it; never to get back up again. Something to be happy about when days are extremely boring. Another thing to do on a boring day is listening to music. Continuously, say for 4 hours straight and then I get fed up of the constant chiew chiew between the ears and I finally stop it. Somehow the silence sounds much better. Things like orkut and cell reminders absolutely take away credit from people who put in efforts to remember your birthday! Tch. Never tease the nerds. There used to be a nerd in my school who was a few years junior to me. Everyone called him big dick since his surname was Mahadik. Juvenile humour. Today, he’s doing something with NASA and he has a planet named after him, (no kidding! Do a google search!) and we are where we were, very down to earth. And after 1000 years people will think Mahadik was his first name. The dilemma of a good guest begins when he starts thinking what does he get along with him for the dinner. An empty handed walk-in might look like me walking into the college canteen which forces us non bovine creatues to ruminate its food . Well, it’s a semi-formal dinner, so I decide a cake for dessert would be a good pick; at least it requires minimum brain racking and is not bound to ‘fail’. “Oh cake! Which one? Looks great, but I can’t really eat it, my trainer has told me to avoid all such on my diet.” Hmm…simply wonderful. A good guest should compliment Mrs. Host about her culinary skills, appreciate the weather, be friendly with master and miss host and most importantly not being sloppy drop his spoon while having dinner .The excusa oblongata of the brain suddenly becomes devoid of thought, think think man! “Told you aunty, no ghee on my rotis, look what it does to my fingers!” “Is my copyrighted lame humour good enough to avoid this situation? Hmm hmm?” “Oh, take a new one.” Thank you master host, you will be a considerate host someday in the future. Dinner is done, the diet is instantaneously forgotten and I get the smallest piece. Hmm…simply wonderful. |
Thursday, June 01, 2006
1.5 hours of excruciation. Dingy corner.No ventilation.Dry throat.Grasping for life and at such an auspicious moment in time, my beloved,trustworthy accomplice , my 100 MS decides to throw its towel in the ring.The old lad has already has been handicapped due to aging and has lost its top row of the display and now the remaining part of the LCD decided in to join its uppermost counterpart. Come on you, target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,you legend, you martyr AND SHINE, DAMN IT! // DHOOOB DHOOOB DHOOOB // . The best way to get an invigilator off your back is to look at him the same way he looks at you. A few more DHOOBs and i revive it :D ! And then we happily return to the remaining 2.5 hours of misery.
A farewell party of some kind. Usual trends :Exhibit A gets drunk and asks everyone if they are high too, Exhibit B is drunk and gets philosophical about the birds sitting on the electric poles while exhibit C gets drunk and repeatedly keeps telling Exhibit A that he is totally drunk.
I have downed 2 chickens.Beat that! A few days ago, i read some random kid's blog about Pink Floyd songs and how one relates to them while going from school to blah and from another brick in the wall to blah. Well after my sumptuous dinner, the only song that i can best relate to is "get your filthy hands off my dessert. "
My experiments with truth. PLs make you explore and do things that you never would have or wanted to imagine. I discovered a digital multimeter in my house. First, i decided to measure the voltage between the temporal and the finger on touching a hot vessel. 0.07v. Then, i decided to measure the potential difference across my brother's skull when he was sleeping. 0.01v. This scientifically proves that younger siblings do not have any. //Dusts hands against each other//.
Experiment 2: Without switching the compressor on, use the blower of the AC as a substitute for the ceiling fan; provides better results. The cost factor will be analyzed when the bill comes.
I Ching is an uncle now. We were deciding on the baby's name. We agreed upon something Japanese. Thanks to our ignorance, we could only come up with things like sushi, Kaizen,Kanban, but, but...we mutually agreed that PokaYoke kicks arse! The only problem with such an error proof name is that the kid might hate us when she gets older. She might us hate us more when she gets to know that we had a laugh while deciding her name. If you people have better suggestions for a genuinely GOOD name for a girl child, please enlighten us.
(Names like Orion, Ada, Nephertite, Aphrodite, Mia,Dia,etc etc. have already been rejected, stick to something zimble and malyali.)
Noises.I can bear the hammers and the road diggers.Telephones, i cant. Ever petted a cow? Have you seen how it shivers its skin when you touch it? Voluntary muscles. I shiver in the same way most of the time when the phone rings. Involuntary.Sounds like some one is choking James Blunt with his diaphragm vibrating at its amplitude. I dont like James Blunt.He sings like a girl. My speakers. They are screwed up right now. They sound rather bad while on other occasions they blast and sound like the air pocket in your ear has just cleared out.
Swimming is a nice thing to do. You often find blobby men in the pool bitching. Yes, just like women, blobby uncles gossip too. Blobby uncles make me feel good about my shape.Thank you uncles. Relative misery is all good.
Opinion of the day. I think the Enflield Mk1s are better looking and more classy than the AK-47s or for that matter any of the automatic rifles.
Alice.My Dog.Well,she is actually a bitch. But 'my bitch' sounds like a reference in 'like that' movies.Doggy.She will not do the regular dog tricks and cares half a fuck about a ball you would want her to fetch.You might have to run the distance and fetch it yourself while she supervises you. Nor does she care half a fuck about Alsations thrice her size and dares them. She eats mangoes, tomatoes, bananas and jack fruit. Now can your doggy do that?
Me. I always read the newspaper starting from the last page.Every morning i make it a point to curse Bombay Times. I carry a parker as a good luck charm.For some reason, it is never filled with ink. I wrote to the president a year and half back and he had replied with some affirmative action too.However, the way things turned out, it became clear why he is only the titular head.
Sachin Tendulkar apologised to me in 1994! I was a kid then and he was walking backwards when he bumped into me. Had come down for some charity match and wasnt a big name then.He is a lot more fairer than what he looks like on tv, atleast he was then and his hair was definitely more curlier than what it was then. I have size 10 feet, perfectly flat and broad, if you ever find weird foot marks on beaches, ask me if i was there before you think it is an alien invasion or you think have discovered a beach yeti.( After reading this post, I have been reminded of my 'proboscidian' drawings on the beach, so if you ever see them, you havent discovered any long forgotten civilisation either, just me again) The webbing/connection between my right earlobe and the face is different from what it is between the left earlobe and the face.So buhh.
A farewell party of some kind. Usual trends :Exhibit A gets drunk and asks everyone if they are high too, Exhibit B is drunk and gets philosophical about the birds sitting on the electric poles while exhibit C gets drunk and repeatedly keeps telling Exhibit A that he is totally drunk.
I have downed 2 chickens.Beat that! A few days ago, i read some random kid's blog about Pink Floyd songs and how one relates to them while going from school to blah and from another brick in the wall to blah. Well after my sumptuous dinner, the only song that i can best relate to is "get your filthy hands off my dessert. "
My experiments with truth. PLs make you explore and do things that you never would have or wanted to imagine. I discovered a digital multimeter in my house. First, i decided to measure the voltage between the temporal and the finger on touching a hot vessel. 0.07v. Then, i decided to measure the potential difference across my brother's skull when he was sleeping. 0.01v. This scientifically proves that younger siblings do not have any. //Dusts hands against each other//.
Experiment 2: Without switching the compressor on, use the blower of the AC as a substitute for the ceiling fan; provides better results. The cost factor will be analyzed when the bill comes.
I Ching is an uncle now. We were deciding on the baby's name. We agreed upon something Japanese. Thanks to our ignorance, we could only come up with things like sushi, Kaizen,Kanban, but, but...we mutually agreed that PokaYoke kicks arse! The only problem with such an error proof name is that the kid might hate us when she gets older. She might us hate us more when she gets to know that we had a laugh while deciding her name. If you people have better suggestions for a genuinely GOOD name for a girl child, please enlighten us.
(Names like Orion, Ada, Nephertite, Aphrodite, Mia,Dia,etc etc. have already been rejected, stick to something zimble and malyali.)
Noises.I can bear the hammers and the road diggers.Telephones, i cant. Ever petted a cow? Have you seen how it shivers its skin when you touch it? Voluntary muscles. I shiver in the same way most of the time when the phone rings. Involuntary.Sounds like some one is choking James Blunt with his diaphragm vibrating at its amplitude. I dont like James Blunt.He sings like a girl. My speakers. They are screwed up right now. They sound rather bad while on other occasions they blast and sound like the air pocket in your ear has just cleared out.
Swimming is a nice thing to do. You often find blobby men in the pool bitching. Yes, just like women, blobby uncles gossip too. Blobby uncles make me feel good about my shape.Thank you uncles. Relative misery is all good.
Opinion of the day. I think the Enflield Mk1s are better looking and more classy than the AK-47s or for that matter any of the automatic rifles.
Alice.My Dog.Well,she is actually a bitch. But 'my bitch' sounds like a reference in 'like that' movies.Doggy.She will not do the regular dog tricks and cares half a fuck about a ball you would want her to fetch.You might have to run the distance and fetch it yourself while she supervises you. Nor does she care half a fuck about Alsations thrice her size and dares them. She eats mangoes, tomatoes, bananas and jack fruit. Now can your doggy do that?
Me. I always read the newspaper starting from the last page.Every morning i make it a point to curse Bombay Times. I carry a parker as a good luck charm.For some reason, it is never filled with ink. I wrote to the president a year and half back and he had replied with some affirmative action too.However, the way things turned out, it became clear why he is only the titular head.
Sachin Tendulkar apologised to me in 1994! I was a kid then and he was walking backwards when he bumped into me. Had come down for some charity match and wasnt a big name then.He is a lot more fairer than what he looks like on tv, atleast he was then and his hair was definitely more curlier than what it was then. I have size 10 feet, perfectly flat and broad, if you ever find weird foot marks on beaches, ask me if i was there before you think it is an alien invasion or you think have discovered a beach yeti.( After reading this post, I have been reminded of my 'proboscidian' drawings on the beach, so if you ever see them, you havent discovered any long forgotten civilisation either, just me again) The webbing/connection between my right earlobe and the face is different from what it is between the left earlobe and the face.So buhh.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Time did not seem to be a continuum. Different parts could be seen stitched together with a shabby seam.
The discovery of the five new elements.People,places,purpose,sequence and methods.
Twisting of morals according to one's convinience.
Wanting to do wrong because because it wasn't done before.
Double standards. The need to adopt them.
The rise of the simpletons. The fall of the mighty.
Homogenous winners.Variety of losers, the silent one,the confused one, the ignorant one..and the list goes on.
Segregation of expectation and hope.
Being a spectator,
Cruel girls.Their manipulation of naive boys.
Wandering jews.
Mutual understandings.Confusion,dissappointment with happiness.
Near death experiences.On the road,in the water.
Innovative curses.
Clandestine hillocks and their waterfalls being declared as private hang out places.
Weird hair styles.
Ebbs and surges.
To,the end.The end of dimensioning and imperials.The end of false acceptance and submissions.The end of writing spiderman against roll number 70 in attendance sheets.
To,health,wealth,our lives,your hot wives if you find them, to luck and fuck.
To, our begining.Cheers.
The discovery of the five new elements.People,places,purpose,sequence and methods.
Twisting of morals according to one's convinience.
Wanting to do wrong because because it wasn't done before.
Double standards. The need to adopt them.
The rise of the simpletons. The fall of the mighty.
Homogenous winners.Variety of losers, the silent one,the confused one, the ignorant one..and the list goes on.
Segregation of expectation and hope.
Being a spectator,
Cruel girls.Their manipulation of naive boys.
Wandering jews.
Mutual understandings.Confusion,dissappointment with happiness.
Near death experiences.On the road,in the water.
Innovative curses.
Clandestine hillocks and their waterfalls being declared as private hang out places.
Weird hair styles.
Ebbs and surges.
To,the end.The end of dimensioning and imperials.The end of false acceptance and submissions.The end of writing spiderman against roll number 70 in attendance sheets.
To,health,wealth,our lives,your hot wives if you find them, to luck and fuck.
To, our begining.Cheers.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
GT. Glass Tracing. An effective tool for plagiarism. You place a source of light at the bottom , a glass above it, on it is the original sheet,above it goes your sheet, then you trace the drawing.
Advantages : Time Saving.
Disadvantages : Leads to a severe back ache if done for a long duration.
So after 2 hours of doing it, sitting in the odd same position i suddenly realise my leg has lost sensation. I get up and try walking with a back ache and the lower body having cramps . It looks like those deer babies who are just given birth to, which are shown on discovery channel, who struggle to stand on their feet and fall down. Only that when it happens to me , it looks like a gorilla aping a baby deer. This happens a lot.
Which reminds me....Discovery Channel. This is a channel which you switch over to when there is too much of making out on the other channels and when your parents are around and you get a little embarrassed. So you switch over to discovery and what do they have, the mating season of snakes or lions or something similar.This happens a lot.
Parents. They wont speak to you otherwise regarding 'issues' . They find it best to speak when you are listening to something with your earphones. Digging the drawer below the tv while you are watching it hence obstructing the view is another thing that they do. This is universal.This happens a lot again.
16 :
Then there brothers and cousins who are 16/18 with their "oh im gonna enter / i have entered college , i am so cool and my coolness is effervescing out" attitude. Happy days those.16...let them be.
21 :
"what do you want to do when you become big?"
"we are already 'big' "
"Yea..Well, you know those big shots, how they say...i wanted to do this , i knew i would DEFINITELY ( pointing a stiff finger in the air, pointing downwards as if to make a point) do this and i wouldnt do anything if it werent for this...i was born to do it! What do you feel you were born to do? "
"I (Pointing two stiff fingers in the air) DEFINITELY dont know! Do you? "
"Burp. Another glass?"
"Why not,Why not"
And suzanna messages while this is going on. "The clown is going berserk."
Clown = Nerd of the class. They rule . They suck at the core and they know nothing. They build an angelic image of themselves . No matter how bad they are , the image ensures that they still are good. But they rule the world and thats how it is.
Talking about images and these big mobile phone companies, inspite of all the "your service is poor" and " i will drag you to the consumer court" , yea...a very sophisticated threat that i happen to issue sometimes,which results inthe induction of a secret, non visible "wtf!" smile on the complaint counter chick(CCC) and on me too..buhh; those (CCC) remain unfazed and so does the image of the comapny. They are abused,spoken,bitched,written about and against but their annual turnover always grows exponentitally.
Whats up?
Boredom
and...
and even more.
Advantages : Time Saving.
Disadvantages : Leads to a severe back ache if done for a long duration.
So after 2 hours of doing it, sitting in the odd same position i suddenly realise my leg has lost sensation. I get up and try walking with a back ache and the lower body having cramps . It looks like those deer babies who are just given birth to, which are shown on discovery channel, who struggle to stand on their feet and fall down. Only that when it happens to me , it looks like a gorilla aping a baby deer. This happens a lot.
Which reminds me....Discovery Channel. This is a channel which you switch over to when there is too much of making out on the other channels and when your parents are around and you get a little embarrassed. So you switch over to discovery and what do they have, the mating season of snakes or lions or something similar.This happens a lot.
Parents. They wont speak to you otherwise regarding 'issues' . They find it best to speak when you are listening to something with your earphones. Digging the drawer below the tv while you are watching it hence obstructing the view is another thing that they do. This is universal.This happens a lot again.
16 :
Then there brothers and cousins who are 16/18 with their "oh im gonna enter / i have entered college , i am so cool and my coolness is effervescing out" attitude. Happy days those.16...let them be.
21 :
"what do you want to do when you become big?"
"we are already 'big' "
"Yea..Well, you know those big shots, how they say...i wanted to do this , i knew i would DEFINITELY ( pointing a stiff finger in the air, pointing downwards as if to make a point) do this and i wouldnt do anything if it werent for this...i was born to do it! What do you feel you were born to do? "
"I (Pointing two stiff fingers in the air) DEFINITELY dont know! Do you? "
"Burp. Another glass?"
"Why not,Why not"
And suzanna messages while this is going on. "The clown is going berserk."
Clown = Nerd of the class. They rule . They suck at the core and they know nothing. They build an angelic image of themselves . No matter how bad they are , the image ensures that they still are good. But they rule the world and thats how it is.
Talking about images and these big mobile phone companies, inspite of all the "your service is poor" and " i will drag you to the consumer court" , yea...a very sophisticated threat that i happen to issue sometimes,which results inthe induction of a secret, non visible "wtf!" smile on the complaint counter chick(CCC) and on me too..buhh; those (CCC) remain unfazed and so does the image of the comapny. They are abused,spoken,bitched,written about and against but their annual turnover always grows exponentitally.
Whats up?
Boredom
and...
and even more.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
What would be the thing you like the best about your house?
For me, i would say it is the door. You step out of it at 8.30 in the morning and the sun shines right into your face. Makes you squint and smile. A very good way to describe the solstices and the apparent movement of the sun would be to notice when you first step out , it used to shine straight into my right eye,but now it does into my left eye instead!
So thats how a regular day starts.
People who find holi messy are stupid. Freud could use them to examplify his psychosexual anal stage with such specimens.
Inter-terrace wars used to be fun. Aiming at the man who used to cut cricket balls with his knife from four floors up was even more fun. "Dont let it hit his head, might hurt, as close to the feet, make it skip beats" used to be the strategy.
Buses never come when you want them to. And when they come, they are like what Whoopie Goldberg would look like wearing Keira Knightley's corset. Push.Get in. I can see the left thumb,the hand,the head,the neck..and ..........
no..its not a boy!
or a girl!!!
just a man trying to get inside the bus at the next stop.
And in the middle of all this, a tobacco chewing uncle tells you how things are late and go wrong if they are meant to.Says Murphy said so.Thank you uncle.
Not to forget the aunties who are offered seats to. They somehow seem to wear the same perfume in the bus. Like a uniform.
On behalf of all men,
a belated happy women's day.
Without you,
our world would have been gay.
Me tagged me. like that makes sense.
Me = http://www.sillygoof.blogspot.com . I am sorry i cannot do hyperlinks.
Perfect lover, if you fit into these, let me know:
1. Beholder of the most beautiful-est eyes ever.
2. Who could make and encourage having good food for every mood.
3. Resonation without words.
4. Contradictor of likings.
5. Good in bed.
6. Thriving on simplicity and unconventionality.
Thank you.
The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Scientifically wrong movie.
Two things that get me thinking are :
1. 3 am...the hour of the anti-christ
I did not know spirits and ghosts have a religion too.
2. Judas
I too would have protested ,if anyone's feet were washed with perfume.
For me, i would say it is the door. You step out of it at 8.30 in the morning and the sun shines right into your face. Makes you squint and smile. A very good way to describe the solstices and the apparent movement of the sun would be to notice when you first step out , it used to shine straight into my right eye,but now it does into my left eye instead!
So thats how a regular day starts.
People who find holi messy are stupid. Freud could use them to examplify his psychosexual anal stage with such specimens.
Inter-terrace wars used to be fun. Aiming at the man who used to cut cricket balls with his knife from four floors up was even more fun. "Dont let it hit his head, might hurt, as close to the feet, make it skip beats" used to be the strategy.
Buses never come when you want them to. And when they come, they are like what Whoopie Goldberg would look like wearing Keira Knightley's corset. Push.Get in. I can see the left thumb,the hand,the head,the neck..and ..........
no..its not a boy!
or a girl!!!
just a man trying to get inside the bus at the next stop.
And in the middle of all this, a tobacco chewing uncle tells you how things are late and go wrong if they are meant to.Says Murphy said so.Thank you uncle.
Not to forget the aunties who are offered seats to. They somehow seem to wear the same perfume in the bus. Like a uniform.
On behalf of all men,
a belated happy women's day.
Without you,
our world would have been gay.
Me tagged me. like that makes sense.
Me = http://www.sillygoof.blogspot.com . I am sorry i cannot do hyperlinks.
Perfect lover, if you fit into these, let me know:
1. Beholder of the most beautiful-est eyes ever.
2. Who could make and encourage having good food for every mood.
3. Resonation without words.
4. Contradictor of likings.
5. Good in bed.
6. Thriving on simplicity and unconventionality.
Thank you.
The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Scientifically wrong movie.
Two things that get me thinking are :
1. 3 am...the hour of the anti-christ
I did not know spirits and ghosts have a religion too.
2. Judas
I too would have protested ,if anyone's feet were washed with perfume.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Was sitting there, while the goldsmith taught the art which he thought he knew, was
being restless and wondering why was it unusually calming. You can watch all of them even better from rite at the back than you could ever from the front.Some like to introspect , a few like to retrospect; very few you would actually want to inspect.
Reciprocation , you have it, you better value it, if you dont then "Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!"
Sometimes,numbers go around in a circle around your brain like a meter reading. 60603046574757576271 and 30. Funny.
I still think what i did today was wrong. But i liked it and am actually happy about it. Not because what it does to you,(okay maybe a little), but more importantly because it is about going against yourself. Rights ,wrongs, goods and bads are relative. There's gotta be a patch of bad so that i could treasure,value and crave for the the better. As of right now, i dont want to go to heaven nor do i care about going to hell, today is my inspiration and right now my ambition.
Sorry.
being restless and wondering why was it unusually calming. You can watch all of them even better from rite at the back than you could ever from the front.Some like to introspect , a few like to retrospect; very few you would actually want to inspect.
Reciprocation , you have it, you better value it, if you dont then "Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!"
Sometimes,numbers go around in a circle around your brain like a meter reading. 60603046574757576271 and 30. Funny.
I still think what i did today was wrong. But i liked it and am actually happy about it. Not because what it does to you,(okay maybe a little), but more importantly because it is about going against yourself. Rights ,wrongs, goods and bads are relative. There's gotta be a patch of bad so that i could treasure,value and crave for the the better. As of right now, i dont want to go to heaven nor do i care about going to hell, today is my inspiration and right now my ambition.
Sorry.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Randomness...
Minutes of a blank mind are peaceful in an otherwise traffic of thoughts,which are overspeeding and not observing lane discipline. The unfortunate part about it is, the blankness adorns u with its glory and blesses you with its presence mostly at the wrong time and occasions, examples include the vivas, talking to a stranger girl and after reading the lines
"Q1 is compulsory.
Attempt any 4 of the remaining 6 questions.
Draw neat figures and sketches where required.
Figures to the right indicate full marks.
Make suitable assumptions"
I like this line ^ the best.
Better ocassions would include post happy sunday lunch afternoons listening to John Mclaughlin, Floyd and Jim Morrison.
Morrison...what an unintellectual way to die for a man with an IQ which was close to Leonardo Da Vinci's.
So the lectures were finally allowed to take place. Water trickled down the eye." Abbe cover your mouth atleast!"
Needed a lot of self talking,mood building and courage to do so. There were others who made their debut today. "Proff ke boni kar di yaar".
I thought i needed toothpicks to keep the eyelid open, tom n jerry style..but then the toothpick would definitely snap. Just painting closed eye lids ( i draw a lot of inspiration from tom n jerry)
sounded better. No paint anywhere...damn it!
Madarchandi Ganguly gets out as soon as i switch the tv on. Buhh. Off. Stuff...Stuff.. Stuff.On.Edddddggeee ... takkkeenn...Pathhaaann is ....Off. Unsuccessful attempt at sleeping. On. Paaahkistaaan have...Off. Its all a conspiracy. They want to put the blame on my tv and my remote for it.
The year was 1996/97. Wordsworth at his boring best in the class went:
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company..
' I ve read everything from enid blyton to sidney sheldon to archer' girls at the back: "hihihihi"
' I watch friends at this age and i ve gotta 56kbps modem at home and i know stuff' partner:
"ah!..oh!..haha hehe"
'My vocabulary is yet to reach its puberty and i like Supandi and Hodja' me : "Ehmm? what?"
You can hear the oddest of people make sense sometimes.They have the simplest of answers. People whom you dint expect to otherwise.
On asking which celebrity couple would you pair up on AXN,
Boobbu Blonde : Enrique and Christina, because hes such a slut and shes such a slut and hihihihi...and more giggle giggle giggle(its only good till it lasts.)
Lalu Prasad Yadav: "Haddi manav ki ho ya danav ki, jab tak logon ki jaan bach rahi hain, toh kya farak padta hain"
Translation: ...never mind.
*Mutual fund investments are subject to market risks. Please read the offer document carefully.
They should be dragged to consumer courts for doing this.
I am still hungry. Two apples and one orange have been finished in record time. There's no maggi in the house now. Please send in your generous donations in the form of food to zii's relief fund. You can avail of tax benefits on them.
"Q1 is compulsory.
Attempt any 4 of the remaining 6 questions.
Draw neat figures and sketches where required.
Figures to the right indicate full marks.
Make suitable assumptions"
I like this line ^ the best.
Better ocassions would include post happy sunday lunch afternoons listening to John Mclaughlin, Floyd and Jim Morrison.
Morrison...what an unintellectual way to die for a man with an IQ which was close to Leonardo Da Vinci's.
So the lectures were finally allowed to take place. Water trickled down the eye." Abbe cover your mouth atleast!"
Needed a lot of self talking,mood building and courage to do so. There were others who made their debut today. "Proff ke boni kar di yaar".
I thought i needed toothpicks to keep the eyelid open, tom n jerry style..but then the toothpick would definitely snap. Just painting closed eye lids ( i draw a lot of inspiration from tom n jerry)
sounded better. No paint anywhere...damn it!
Madarchandi Ganguly gets out as soon as i switch the tv on. Buhh. Off. Stuff...Stuff.. Stuff.On.Edddddggeee ... takkkeenn...Pathhaaann is ....Off. Unsuccessful attempt at sleeping. On. Paaahkistaaan have...Off. Its all a conspiracy. They want to put the blame on my tv and my remote for it.
The year was 1996/97. Wordsworth at his boring best in the class went:
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company..
' I ve read everything from enid blyton to sidney sheldon to archer' girls at the back: "hihihihi"
' I watch friends at this age and i ve gotta 56kbps modem at home and i know stuff' partner:
"ah!..oh!..haha hehe"
'My vocabulary is yet to reach its puberty and i like Supandi and Hodja' me : "Ehmm? what?"
You can hear the oddest of people make sense sometimes.They have the simplest of answers. People whom you dint expect to otherwise.
On asking which celebrity couple would you pair up on AXN,
Boobbu Blonde : Enrique and Christina, because hes such a slut and shes such a slut and hihihihi...and more giggle giggle giggle(its only good till it lasts.)
Lalu Prasad Yadav: "Haddi manav ki ho ya danav ki, jab tak logon ki jaan bach rahi hain, toh kya farak padta hain"
Translation: ...never mind.
*Mutual fund investments are subject to market risks. Please read the offer document carefully.
They should be dragged to consumer courts for doing this.
I am still hungry. Two apples and one orange have been finished in record time. There's no maggi in the house now. Please send in your generous donations in the form of food to zii's relief fund. You can avail of tax benefits on them.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Its the first time ive been tagged.Awww...my first.buh.
Shakya tagged me.
The Rules :
1) Start with six random/weird facts about yourself
2) Tag six people who now have to write six random facts about themselves, as well as clearly posting these rules.
3) Make sure to post the names of six people at the end of the post
4) Leave the six tagged people a comment on their website telling them that they are tagged, and to go to your website for the rules/information.
soo...
1. I am back from Goa. Left home on the first day of college.Spent an entire night on Calungute beach...and when i say on the beach, i dont mean some beach facing room. i mean actually on the beach..rite in the middle of the sand.They said it was not allowed..the pandus wouldnt let us; but getting a brain freeze due to the cold winds at 2 am is a difference experience altogether.
Are we jealous?
2. I show dyslexic syndromes some times.I write p as q sometimes. Do that a lot with the Devanagari letters too.
3. I can sit and shower you with gyaan anytime of the day no matter how tired i am,more importantly no matter how tired you are...and i wouldnt stop until you go "PLEASEE ..HELLP..HALLLP...ENOUGHHH..stop in the name of god...DONT BUG!"
4. I can forgive easily but i find it hard to forget, forget 80% of the things for that matter.Unfortunate. This 80% does not include the things to be learnt for exams. Again, Unfortunate.
5. I have to think really really deep rite now to complete these 6 facts. I find it difficult to respond to questions like "so..tell me something about yourself".
6. The first thing i notice about people is their eyes.
I tag :
Ecstatic Exuberance.
Narsi's Vibrant Heart.
Karuna's rumination, confessions and ramblings.
Mirchii...i am not sure whether the double i is after the R or after the ii.
......man...i dont know too many people in here.
Casa's graffiti.
Couchpotato...whos display pic ive stolen for my MSN display.
now i ve to go to their sites to tell them....buhh.This is energy consuming.
Shakya tagged me.
The Rules :
1) Start with six random/weird facts about yourself
2) Tag six people who now have to write six random facts about themselves, as well as clearly posting these rules.
3) Make sure to post the names of six people at the end of the post
4) Leave the six tagged people a comment on their website telling them that they are tagged, and to go to your website for the rules/information.
soo...
1. I am back from Goa. Left home on the first day of college.Spent an entire night on Calungute beach...and when i say on the beach, i dont mean some beach facing room. i mean actually on the beach..rite in the middle of the sand.They said it was not allowed..the pandus wouldnt let us; but getting a brain freeze due to the cold winds at 2 am is a difference experience altogether.
Are we jealous?
2. I show dyslexic syndromes some times.I write p as q sometimes. Do that a lot with the Devanagari letters too.
3. I can sit and shower you with gyaan anytime of the day no matter how tired i am,more importantly no matter how tired you are...and i wouldnt stop until you go "PLEASEE ..HELLP..HALLLP...ENOUGHHH..stop in the name of god...DONT BUG!"
4. I can forgive easily but i find it hard to forget, forget 80% of the things for that matter.Unfortunate. This 80% does not include the things to be learnt for exams. Again, Unfortunate.
5. I have to think really really deep rite now to complete these 6 facts. I find it difficult to respond to questions like "so..tell me something about yourself".
6. The first thing i notice about people is their eyes.
I tag :
Ecstatic Exuberance.
Narsi's Vibrant Heart.
Karuna's rumination, confessions and ramblings.
Mirchii...i am not sure whether the double i is after the R or after the ii.
......man...i dont know too many people in here.
Casa's graffiti.
Couchpotato...whos display pic ive stolen for my MSN display.
now i ve to go to their sites to tell them....buhh.This is energy consuming.
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