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I like gulmohar. Not one single gulmohar though. No, I am not girly or gay, I dont like the flower but I like the tree. I don't know if it grows in other seasons or not but that is one thing I usually assosciate with summer. The rains destroy the gulmohars. Their maut, the death becomes. They get scattered on the road on both its sides. At six thirty in the morning, with eyes half open, there is nothing else on the road, it looks like the road itself is on fire. Illusions become stronger when the wind blows and the flowers are fall from the tree and the ones on the road swirl around. Quite a sight it is.

I read an article about 'bum wax' on DNA's front page today. What is this world coming to?
Mumbai Mirror once showed a picture of Dravid spending some time with his family after the world cup and asked readers to rate if he was fit enough. Agreed that they played like bum waxes, but don't shoot a person when he is in a towel spending some quite time with his family, please.

Women have gases too, they just release them surreptitiously. I remember, while in junior college, a friend told me how a girl and him were appearing for a test at the tuitions that he attended when he heard a fart and it smelled too. You know how it stays when you are in an air conditioned environment? Yeah, that's exactly what happened. The girl gave him a "Oh you are so gross" look. Funny girl; there were only two people in the room and it wasn't him for sure.What was she thinking? He just pointed at her and laughed. He told me this story and named it "Light travels faster than sound!" I still wonder how the hell does light come into the picture anyway. Ubck. Anyway, he is the same person who says things like "The birds are chipring." Funny fellow.

I never drink water from the tumbler when I am at home. It has to be directly from the bottle and since I dont stick the bottle to my lips I have to look up. So today when I was drinking water and I looked up, I saw a lizard on the ceiling, upside down with its body stretched and head held upright (well, it was upside down...so..downright?) and arching. Tee hee.

All ugly insects migrate to my house during monsoon. There is a big brown coloured flying thing which my brother calls a 'moth'. Its loitering around somewhere now. It has one single wing and a black head as big as my middle finger's nail. I feel like killing it one phatka but then two issues come to my mind, one; it might be seeking shelter and as such has not come in my way yet and two, I dont know how much body mass is behind that wing and I dont want it to be rubbery and blobby and blood to squirt if I give it one strong phatka. I need help, its three inches wide and quite repugnant.

I make good funnies some times. I am proud of :

Q. What do you call a Parsi cup cake?
A: Bawa Cake.

Q: What do you call Brian Lara's genitals?
A : Privates of the Carribean.

Yus.


Parle G dipped in hot tea and made into cerelac is an absolute delicacy. There is nothing Indian about Suneeta Williams other than her origin, cut the crappy "India is proud of you". Do moths die when bum wax is applied to them? All girls should be Fionas and should choose Shreks over Prince Charmings. There is nothing dignified about the Presidential election. Fashutana writes about gradual relaxation of security in Mumbai and Kashmir these days. What is this country coming to? I like friendly conductors in buses. Its the God's Day :-)

Hello. //extends arm to shake hand// This is what I do when I have nothing to do.

Then? then?
"..Then a panda ate a potato and fell over."