I dont know what it is with me and my neighbours. A retired uncle in my neighbourhood has bought a pup. Well I have nothing against these domestic mammals.. as long as they keep their fucking mouth shut when I sleep after a tiring 12 hour Gurkha shift, that is. Its huely cries for toned milk or an old rubber chappal that it wants to chew is the last thing I want to hear. I can understand barking or a mature growling. The caveman in me would probably relate to it. But what kind of noise is that 20 day old creature making ? Its like dragging a tonne heavy steel block on polished mosaic !! you kow what I mean ??? It f***s my brains. But living in a country were personal space is just 2 millimeters thick, I cant ask for more.
Well the problem was not that. The problem was that the 60 year old moron nieghbor wanted to demonstrate the little canines prowess inside my house. YES... INSIDE !!! I am even choosy about the girls who get into my home... a puppy ??? So there he was on a louasy weekday morning with this wiggly thingy let loose and he was telling me how much this puppy has changed his perception of life (What about the three kids he manufactured ?? Obviously they have dumped him so that he can squeeze the little life out of my already aching balls).. You guys sense that am angry right ? ? ? Right from the word go, that is ? ?? I am.. I will tell you why. Right after the little thingy entered my house, the old moron decided to let it loose. The little thing started sniffing around my entire house.. from my TV rack to shoes to newspapers to cigarette packs to old clothes vessels to candles... this creature just wouldnt leave anything.
"Uncle. may be you should tie him up", the polite me.
"No.. he will be alright" the stupid neighbour
(I am not you mothafu***)
"Looks like he is tired may be you should take him home and feed him" (Fuck off my life now oldie)
"You seem to love dogs, my boy, may be you should have one" (I wont go before I screw your day further)
"Sure !! "(Yeah right, as if I dont have enough bitches in my life already)
By now the fucking creature walks to the centre of the room looks at me and the exoression read "FUCK YOU ! TAKE THIS !!" and started peeing gallons of stinky urine as I was watching it helplessly. for a moment, I morphed into a fiery Van Nistelrooy and kicked that fucking creature out of my room and then the stupid old man as well.. But then I was in utter disbelief.. not at the pup peeing but at the old man saying "looks like he loves you".. YEAH RIGHT !!! WTF was that supposed to mean ??? Well it wasnt over yet... The creature squat its legs like a twisted paper clip and dumped two big loads of crap.. right there in my hall...
"haa haaa.. went the old man" He hadnt crapped since yesterday afternoon you know ??"
("Yeah so why could have you stick your finger up and helped it crap yesterday you jobless moron")
"Oh I see.." the poor me. "Well this is why I would not have a dog in my house" point made.
The old man went out of the house to find a maid who can clean my floor. Fifteen minutes past and then came an old lady, with a soul scorching smile and a cold attitude about having to clean dog shit in a strange room. She was as good as a government servant. Dump and pee gone.. a stink that would put ammonia to shame remained.
It was a 2 hour old work after that to retain some modesty in my own hoome. So much for pups.
OK now the point : I have decided to slap some revenge. Come this weekend and the old man is to find a pretty cover full of my weekend poo poo in his bedroom. I know it sounds nasty but am fuming here. I am ruthless. At least am not blowing them up with a timer as the current fashion is. I am experienced, ask one of my neighbours who abused me in public for playing loud music. Ask him what he found on his car seat the next day morning. SHIT happens !!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Of being an Aunty and other life shattering tragedies...
Loved this !!!
So there I was in the Forum Mall, making myself as the last link in the serpentine queue waiting for my portion of the McDonalds multinational Burger. Through the glass window I could see a few lucky ones gulping down yummy GolGoppas across the street, sans the queue and a hole in the pocket. But hey it’s not cool. And just as I would have wanted, there was this lady who took her position right behind me. She was in a very hip Max Mara cargos and a green and lime striped lycra enhanced tee and feeling like she wandered there straight from a fashion shoot. She should be at least 40 and the tonnes of antiwrinkling creams were working hard to conceal that truth. The problem was not her or her lycra… it was the brat who was accompanying her. I mean I have nothing against kids, as long as they are harmless that is. But this was spoilt, for it was poking me with a newly acquired toy from a cheap discount sale in Landmark (I was there and so I know).. It was a gun of sorts that make noise. I was getting irritated, but trying to be polite. The teens were all standing in a gangly group, gawking at the girls, preening a little down the line, and pretending to be studly, by flexing out chicken arms for the scrawny ones, and beefed up biceps for the gymaniacs. I was trying so hard to suck up by 4 extra inches around my waist and here was this brat, throwing me off air !!
Its times like these that I want the mothers to take control. The job doesn’t get over by reproducing does it ? Instead she was busy on her phone talking to some equally retarded lady (whose husband is probably making tonnes of money ) on her pet and some freaking fuckation that she enjoyed in Belgium last summer. I looked at the brat and smiled and then at the lady, expecting she would take control. She thought I was drooling at her mass. Minutes crawled and I was moving from the end of the queue to the gut. The boy has poked me for the umpteenth time now. I wanted to teach the lady a lesson, but how can I do that ever so politely ??? She realized that I was getting irritated and she said “sorry”… Yes.. this was the moment I was waiting for…the flash of the infamous hair dye ad in my grey cells.. The Satan in me smiling.. she was at my mercy… I cleared my throat and it shouldn’t have been difficult for at least 20 people to hear what I said “THAT’S OK AUNTYJI !!!” and then I watched her face.. (She probably screamed “Bastard.. but WTF, I made my point) I looked at her reaction on the mirror (She probably was thinking she could do a remix of Draupadhi while she was getting stripped by Dushaasan. She probably was praying that the earth would open up and swallow her whole, only burping to spit out some indigestible fat deposits. Aunty.) Lol. I heard at least 5 people giggling and the brat was crying as if there was no tomorrow. She probably slapped him. No McDonalds for him today.. LOL.. The Satanic me…
So there I was in the Forum Mall, making myself as the last link in the serpentine queue waiting for my portion of the McDonalds multinational Burger. Through the glass window I could see a few lucky ones gulping down yummy GolGoppas across the street, sans the queue and a hole in the pocket. But hey it’s not cool. And just as I would have wanted, there was this lady who took her position right behind me. She was in a very hip Max Mara cargos and a green and lime striped lycra enhanced tee and feeling like she wandered there straight from a fashion shoot. She should be at least 40 and the tonnes of antiwrinkling creams were working hard to conceal that truth. The problem was not her or her lycra… it was the brat who was accompanying her. I mean I have nothing against kids, as long as they are harmless that is. But this was spoilt, for it was poking me with a newly acquired toy from a cheap discount sale in Landmark (I was there and so I know).. It was a gun of sorts that make noise. I was getting irritated, but trying to be polite. The teens were all standing in a gangly group, gawking at the girls, preening a little down the line, and pretending to be studly, by flexing out chicken arms for the scrawny ones, and beefed up biceps for the gymaniacs. I was trying so hard to suck up by 4 extra inches around my waist and here was this brat, throwing me off air !!
Its times like these that I want the mothers to take control. The job doesn’t get over by reproducing does it ? Instead she was busy on her phone talking to some equally retarded lady (whose husband is probably making tonnes of money ) on her pet and some freaking fuckation that she enjoyed in Belgium last summer. I looked at the brat and smiled and then at the lady, expecting she would take control. She thought I was drooling at her mass. Minutes crawled and I was moving from the end of the queue to the gut. The boy has poked me for the umpteenth time now. I wanted to teach the lady a lesson, but how can I do that ever so politely ??? She realized that I was getting irritated and she said “sorry”… Yes.. this was the moment I was waiting for…the flash of the infamous hair dye ad in my grey cells.. The Satan in me smiling.. she was at my mercy… I cleared my throat and it shouldn’t have been difficult for at least 20 people to hear what I said “THAT’S OK AUNTYJI !!!” and then I watched her face.. (She probably screamed “Bastard.. but WTF, I made my point) I looked at her reaction on the mirror (She probably was thinking she could do a remix of Draupadhi while she was getting stripped by Dushaasan. She probably was praying that the earth would open up and swallow her whole, only burping to spit out some indigestible fat deposits. Aunty.) Lol. I heard at least 5 people giggling and the brat was crying as if there was no tomorrow. She probably slapped him. No McDonalds for him today.. LOL.. The Satanic me…
Do you have anybody TOXIC around you ???
Yup. Those kinds. Those kinds emitting fumes of negativity that perfume the room before they can even make an entrance? The ones that would need a crane to lift the corners of their mouths into a smile? The ones, that if the Gods ever smiled at them, and managed to land them the megaprize in the megalithic lottery, would still manage to chew up your eardrums about what a drag it is to actually go so far to collect the damn cheque and why cant it be sent across by liveried handdelivery, and did you see how rude that liftman was, he didnt even move a centimetre to allow for fat to float freely in said lift? The ones who spend an hour on elaborate rituals and praying and the moment they finish find something or someone to criticise. Think hard. Anybody? Anybody you feel like ducking behind walls and potted plants when they approach? Anybody who is guaranteed to brighten up your morning when they dont make their presence felt?
I’m really lucky. I get my daily dose at the crack of dawn. The day begins with a long whine about how it was impossible to sleep due to assorted causes comprising cars on the road which should know better than to honk in the vicinity of such an important personage, the muezzin from the mosque upfront who dares to break shut eye at 5 am with his call, and the fan that makes a sort of irritating noise. Having got that politely out of the way, without needing to be asked how the sleep went, the discussion will veer, steered magnificently by the strong arm of self obsession about how the joint pains are acting up, how the maids are harassing one by not doing all they have to, how the neighbours are rude and boorish and fightercocks and have no respect.
I flee to the bathroom ostensibly to have a bath, and wonder if there is some way one can instal permanent auto reply with pleasant smile on my face. Thankfully, the bath saves me, and I rush out. The moment I return from work I will be greeted by the glummest face that only a lack of efficient bowel movements can produce. The maids, it seems, have acted up again. The joints are acting up again. The grandchild is acting up again. The neighbour, a perfectly pleasant and chatty lady whenever I bump into her, has stood at her doorstep and yelled vile and unmentionable things. I escape into the bedroom and switch the laptop on. I am followed into the bedroom where I attempt a meek escape for a more detailed explanation on why it is essential to Keep A Distance from such uncouth neighbours. Any wonder why we had uncouth and unsociable neighbours in the previous building. People who were Not Worth Talking Too. And when I nod and smile in mock assent, all the while wondering if I can actually find something to plug my ears up, the topic veers to family friends who have now all become uncouth and donot call or visit, and how they would all be around every single Sunday, and no one ever bothers to even call now, and how if they ever call, One Should Be Very Cold and Distant.
Any recommendations for some good ear plugs would be welcome, along with techniques on how to remove the toxicity that is being dumped into my system every single day. Yes, have tried aromatherapy and meditation, but the toxic overload is becoming a trifle too much. Or shall I just spit on my lady house owners face, the TOXIC bitch ?? Do you think I can get another 1BHK ???
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Twisted...
The master is busy today. So the author of this blog is not blogging anything serious (a lot of my readers (lot = 2) feels I use a lot of "I"s in my blog and hence you will find a lot of self describing adjectives hereon) The Eisntein-killer (me) is feeling too tired mentally and physically. Would like to get a good massage and a rejuvenating time complete with BJ. The King (me) enjoys BJ. Though rusty in the beginning the master (me) has started getting a bit more daring with BJ nowadays. Some people love variety in what they like and need . But plain BJ entices the superstar (me). I can have one anytime, anywhere. BON JOVI ROCKS !!!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Fedex wins US Open' 08 !!
So its the fifth time in a row. Never really liked this guy when he could beat just about any other player with a racquet in one hand and the other scratching his ass for a God damn 4 years with 237 weeks ranked on top !!! I can understand genius, but I dislike monopoly. And then came 2008, and then he started showing signs of him being a "human". He was losing frequently to Rafa and then also to some unknown kids on circuit to the extent I started feeling bad for him. (Oh yes people... In addition to all those GrandSlam silverware and tonnes of money, he also got my pity !! Lucky him no ??)
And then he did what all true champions do. Fightback when you are being written off !! Love people who let their work speak !!! So its Grandslam number 13 for Fedex. Would have loved to see him take Rafa's pants off in the final. That would have been an icing on the cake.. but hey for a Slam drought striken 2008, this cake itself is made of icing, Way to go Feddy !!
And then he did what all true champions do. Fightback when you are being written off !! Love people who let their work speak !!! So its Grandslam number 13 for Fedex. Would have loved to see him take Rafa's pants off in the final. That would have been an icing on the cake.. but hey for a Slam drought striken 2008, this cake itself is made of icing, Way to go Feddy !!
Relationships !!
Feeling a bit “Oh Shit” today. Well it started with an “Oh WOW !”. Well there are only certain souls that I like.. errrr… Love. And am very particular that those souls get the best out of life. I don’t like life troubling them. Those are times that I want to play God or at least provide those people with just a reset button. I mean that’s a fair ask.. don’t you think so ? A 200 rupees calculator comes with a reset button… why not a human life ? Is that only people whom I like have these tough situations in life or ??? Freak.. for once, I don’t like writing this blog. Am I not supposed to be a fun freak ? Why am I writing this senti stuff ?? You know what readers ??? ( I hear a mass “YES SIR !”) This is the problem of not using your heart all that often. The fucked up analytical brain of mine is so self centered and self obsessed that it forgets the existence of that conical muscle in your chest (Sometimes I have even thought that the heart is such a waste of space, smoking would have been that much better an experience if that space was just replaced with some orgasmic organ.. you know what I mean ?? Each time you smoke, you squibble with pleasure !!! No wonder I was never made God by.. errrrrr God. Else humans would be just full of poles and holes) Duh…. Look where I reached ..
So I was talking about these reset buttons. Well I don’t need those. Just a bigger and better mind to understand the complexities of this damn thing called a “relationship” with a woman. One of my close souls apparently is going through a sad state of affairs !! Prevention is better than cure does not fix anywhere better than this particularly sticky situation. I mean I don’t want to sound sexist. I feel women are great – The fun they bring along is unique and cool.. errr.. I mean hot. But hey.. hold in there, would ya ? What’s the price that we are paying (we=men)??? Why is that we have to give up all that we are programmed for ??? The relentless blackmailing, the fake tears, the suicide threats, the you-don’t-love-me tracks playing over and over even if a few do manage to bring the moon down… Oh come on.. Give us a break.
Oh yes… I know what you are thinking.. Its true that there is no world without women (I should have been God I say, would have made humans a regenerating species. You know what I mean ? After a certain age, a part of you would just part away from you (while you are sleeping, without pain) and develop into a new human being !! Remember “Hydra” from class VI biology ????) Would I trade my phallus for freedom ? Tricky question..!! Think about all these things – flowers, gifts, jewellery, a 16 GB RAM not only to remember her’s but her entire clans birthdays and anniversaries, threats, blackmails, tears, untimely headaches, dramas, alimony, wait times while they shop, groceries, constant complains about your family and friends, the money that you never make, the constant nag about how you she looks and how you don’t look, tears, jeers. More complains.. FUCK I SAY !!! On second thoughts I don’t mind giving away my phallus in return to freedom.. ??? Well thank you very much for your cat*.
But deep inside am just sad. Sad for my loved one. For the pain that he is going through. Is there anything I could do to ease ? I shall pray. And hope and wish for all these stinking cats* to get some good sense. I shall hug him tight, kiss on his forehead and say, “Whoever wants you or doesn’t want you, I NEED YOU BRO, You are my HERO !!!” . Would that make any difference. My copper trumpet is broken today. Sorry readers ( I hear a mass “That’s OK”.. Some invisible cats have been crossing my road.)
So I was talking about these reset buttons. Well I don’t need those. Just a bigger and better mind to understand the complexities of this damn thing called a “relationship” with a woman. One of my close souls apparently is going through a sad state of affairs !! Prevention is better than cure does not fix anywhere better than this particularly sticky situation. I mean I don’t want to sound sexist. I feel women are great – The fun they bring along is unique and cool.. errr.. I mean hot. But hey.. hold in there, would ya ? What’s the price that we are paying (we=men)??? Why is that we have to give up all that we are programmed for ??? The relentless blackmailing, the fake tears, the suicide threats, the you-don’t-love-me tracks playing over and over even if a few do manage to bring the moon down… Oh come on.. Give us a break.
Oh yes… I know what you are thinking.. Its true that there is no world without women (I should have been God I say, would have made humans a regenerating species. You know what I mean ? After a certain age, a part of you would just part away from you (while you are sleeping, without pain) and develop into a new human being !! Remember “Hydra” from class VI biology ????) Would I trade my phallus for freedom ? Tricky question..!! Think about all these things – flowers, gifts, jewellery, a 16 GB RAM not only to remember her’s but her entire clans birthdays and anniversaries, threats, blackmails, tears, untimely headaches, dramas, alimony, wait times while they shop, groceries, constant complains about your family and friends, the money that you never make, the constant nag about how you she looks and how you don’t look, tears, jeers. More complains.. FUCK I SAY !!! On second thoughts I don’t mind giving away my phallus in return to freedom.. ??? Well thank you very much for your cat*.
But deep inside am just sad. Sad for my loved one. For the pain that he is going through. Is there anything I could do to ease ? I shall pray. And hope and wish for all these stinking cats* to get some good sense. I shall hug him tight, kiss on his forehead and say, “Whoever wants you or doesn’t want you, I NEED YOU BRO, You are my HERO !!!” . Would that make any difference. My copper trumpet is broken today. Sorry readers ( I hear a mass “That’s OK”.. Some invisible cats have been crossing my road.)
Friday, September 5, 2008
Teachers day
Today is teachers day.
First of all to all my teachers, from the bottom of my heart –
First of all to all my teachers, from the bottom of my heart –
AM SORRY.
Naah.. its not because I promised them that I would be an astronaut and I ended up counting stars..
But because…
It was me who wrote on the toilet wall that the Srinivasan sir was an a**..(infact I drew your caricature. With a monkeys body and your....)
Parameswari miss.. it was me who stuck bubblegum to your saree
Ayyavu sir, I broke the indicator of your TVS Excel
Baby Kurup miss, those compositions were plaguered
Jaishree miss, I truly hated you.
Raghothaman sir, it was me who called you by names from the safety of a 6 feet wall
Naah.. its not because I promised them that I would be an astronaut and I ended up counting stars..
But because…
It was me who wrote on the toilet wall that the Srinivasan sir was an a**..(infact I drew your caricature. With a monkeys body and your....)
Parameswari miss.. it was me who stuck bubblegum to your saree
Ayyavu sir, I broke the indicator of your TVS Excel
Baby Kurup miss, those compositions were plaguered
Jaishree miss, I truly hated you.
Raghothaman sir, it was me who called you by names from the safety of a 6 feet wall
(you probably knew)
Sundar Sir, It was me who threw your bike keys in the drain.
Hajah Sheriff sir, I knew how the sperm reached the egg (come on I was 15), I just wanted to embarrass you in the biology class.
Sundar Sir, It was me who threw your bike keys in the drain.
Hajah Sheriff sir, I knew how the sperm reached the egg (come on I was 15), I just wanted to embarrass you in the biology class.
Hepsibah miss, I called you a globe.
I couldnt sleep many a nights when I knew you passed away from thyroid cancer.
Am sorry. Really I am.
Vasanthabhai miss, I shouldn’t have said that teaching is a wrong job for you
Prasanna miss, I attended those music classes only because you were pretty
Vasanthabhai miss, I shouldn’t have said that teaching is a wrong job for you
Prasanna miss, I attended those music classes only because you were pretty
(and I was 16)
Vishwa sir, It was me who named you the garlic ghost.
Gilbert sir, the accidental football hit on ur face was not accidental.
All of you, I have cheated in most of the exams.
All of you, I have cheated in most of the exams.
Those top ranks were undeserved.
And I say sorry not because my crookedness has straightened.
Its because you still kept faith. Still blessed me.
And I say sorry not because my crookedness has straightened.
Its because you still kept faith. Still blessed me.
Still kiss me on my forehead when I meet you on the roads.
Still say that I was the best. Still say that you are proud.
I think of you. I miss my days with you.
Still say that I was the best. Still say that you are proud.
I think of you. I miss my days with you.
Todays lamenting...
Got carried away with the whole Sanjeev thingy...
Ok my readers... (if at all there is any) I am overwhelemed with the response I received for my first post. I mean after some serious canvassing, I really managed to have a few read my blog (Applause.. Applause...) But the comments make me feel that I was striking some wrong chords. Fellas went on some philosophical tangent and all that. Means I am misleading my crew. I havent spoilt them enough. Hey boys.. relax. You are not suppose to burn your grey cells when you read my blog. I am actually tempted to put some good boob and bossom pictures to make my point.. but...
Leander Paes has done it again at the ripe age of 35. This time with Cara Black (she is actually white. pss pss the racist me) He has added another Grand slam title to his kitty - 2008 US Open Championship Mixed doubles title. Sadly he wont be welcome like the cricket zeros, oops heroes.. but he wouldnt care. Fuck.. am talking sense again. Am not supposed to. Let me blow my trumpet... Its amazing how God managed to pack so many great qualities and talents into the single me. Good Job God !!! "point made". Off goes the trumpet. Misse call from my dear friend, means he reached home safe from work. Long live the missed calls, without those I would have been at least 6% poorer every month. (I will only give you stats. You do the math)...
I keep writing.. how do I end this ? I need a good conclusion... hmmm.. lemme think... hmm... Blanket Ban on smoking sucks. Wish I had more middle fingers to show Dr. Anbumani Ramadoss. (Thats a weird spelling) I will make him show two of his own to himself.. he he .. feels good...
Ok my readers... (if at all there is any) I am overwhelemed with the response I received for my first post. I mean after some serious canvassing, I really managed to have a few read my blog (Applause.. Applause...) But the comments make me feel that I was striking some wrong chords. Fellas went on some philosophical tangent and all that. Means I am misleading my crew. I havent spoilt them enough. Hey boys.. relax. You are not suppose to burn your grey cells when you read my blog. I am actually tempted to put some good boob and bossom pictures to make my point.. but...
Leander Paes has done it again at the ripe age of 35. This time with Cara Black (she is actually white. pss pss the racist me) He has added another Grand slam title to his kitty - 2008 US Open Championship Mixed doubles title. Sadly he wont be welcome like the cricket zeros, oops heroes.. but he wouldnt care. Fuck.. am talking sense again. Am not supposed to. Let me blow my trumpet... Its amazing how God managed to pack so many great qualities and talents into the single me. Good Job God !!! "point made". Off goes the trumpet. Misse call from my dear friend, means he reached home safe from work. Long live the missed calls, without those I would have been at least 6% poorer every month. (I will only give you stats. You do the math)...
I keep writing.. how do I end this ? I need a good conclusion... hmmm.. lemme think... hmm... Blanket Ban on smoking sucks. Wish I had more middle fingers to show Dr. Anbumani Ramadoss. (Thats a weird spelling) I will make him show two of his own to himself.. he he .. feels good...
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Farewell Sanjeev...
Am feeling a bit “Oh, NO !!!” today. Sound of good bye is looming in my ears. Sound of Sanjeev packing. He is leaving my company. Life is all about meeting and parting. ain't it ? Was a cool dude and a great manager to work with. It’s a pity that my company is losing him for some silly reasons. Takes ages to get a good employee like him and just a week’s negligence to lose him. Tonight is a farewell dinner with Sanjeev. Wish it never had to happen. Sometimes managers become larger than just managers !!! Sanjeev.. YOU ROCK and I WISH YOU ALL THE VERY BEST. GOOD BYE (for now)…
(Edit) We had a Farewell Dinner at Indijoes that went quite well. And then a cake cutting at office. Have my reservations on the whole cake smashing thing. Well my judgements doesn't matter but what fun is it to smash a kilo of cake on someones face (and shirt and put some inside as well) and have about 100 people laugh at him ?? I mean are we really making him happy or is it outright humiliation ??? The idea it seems was to make the occasion unforgettable. Duh... Anyways it kind of helps to have a good washroom attached to the workplace gym. (thinking aloud: I actually got to see how the office gym looks. I have to try hard now to overcome the temptation to workout!! What if I get in shape ? I don't want to ruin the careers of Hrithik Roshan or Salman Khan (Yuck!!). Ahhh.. the great magnanimous me !!!)
OOps.. off the subject... forgot Sanjeev (already :( )...
"You will be missed Sanjeev...."
Stupid Lamenting - Part 1
Today is Ganesh Chathurthi. Purely Coincidental that I chose t start my blog today. I had so many things to let the world know that prompted me to start my blog. Am kind of blank now. Already feel satisfied. Lol. If I had known this, I would not have wasted so much time thinking !!! Is this good bye to blogging ???
Am bored. I feel am underutilised. My abilities are much more than this. I should probably try and find a way to adopt an African country and make it the next super power !! But I would hate to wake up to black faces every day (am such a racist) . I would make Binu as its president and move off to something more interesting. (All this while I was thinking I like Binu as my friend, looks like I don't) WOW blogging is opening new windows into my personality !!! The complex me !!! I am already living up to the expectations of establishing this blog. Wasting time !! And if any of you are reading.. then yours too !!! This is my space. I decide what you read. Look at the control I have over you. Scary ??? I need to find out if I can edit this blog after posting it. If I can, I will continue here. Else see you in my next blog :)...
I learnt how to edit !! Good progress !!!
Was reading about the floods in Bihar. Apparently river Kosi changed its course after 200 years of undergoing torture. Nowadays rivers have a mind of their own too. Waiting for the PM to say that there is some "foreign hand" in this. Wonder when humans will realise that they are meek creatures. May be an occassional "me" could be different. But Not all. Seesh.. I was supposed to display sympathy for my felow countrymen, dying of epidemic and starvation, but here I am, blowing my copper trumpet stolen from one of my colleagues. Lol. Thats another truth out. there are some colleugues that I dont like !!! You will learn more of me here. Are you still reading ??? Jobless.. But I probably have started liking you. Let me know so that I can add you to my fans list. Its empty as of now.
BJP cries foul over hidden agenda in 123 agreement (when did I start even noticing these headlines ??) Apparently India cannot do any nuclear tests according to this agreement. Some political party is worried that we cant kill a million neighbours in one shot. Doesnt matter if 100s die everyday from floods, riots and accidents. Am just blabbering. But if you are even 15% as intelligent as I am., then you know what ma talking about. Ahh.. the great me.. I need to stop, my colleugue wants his copper trumpet back...
Am bored. I feel am underutilised. My abilities are much more than this. I should probably try and find a way to adopt an African country and make it the next super power !! But I would hate to wake up to black faces every day (am such a racist) . I would make Binu as its president and move off to something more interesting. (All this while I was thinking I like Binu as my friend, looks like I don't) WOW blogging is opening new windows into my personality !!! The complex me !!! I am already living up to the expectations of establishing this blog. Wasting time !! And if any of you are reading.. then yours too !!! This is my space. I decide what you read. Look at the control I have over you. Scary ??? I need to find out if I can edit this blog after posting it. If I can, I will continue here. Else see you in my next blog :)...
I learnt how to edit !! Good progress !!!
Was reading about the floods in Bihar. Apparently river Kosi changed its course after 200 years of undergoing torture. Nowadays rivers have a mind of their own too. Waiting for the PM to say that there is some "foreign hand" in this. Wonder when humans will realise that they are meek creatures. May be an occassional "me" could be different. But Not all. Seesh.. I was supposed to display sympathy for my felow countrymen, dying of epidemic and starvation, but here I am, blowing my copper trumpet stolen from one of my colleagues. Lol. Thats another truth out. there are some colleugues that I dont like !!! You will learn more of me here. Are you still reading ??? Jobless.. But I probably have started liking you. Let me know so that I can add you to my fans list. Its empty as of now.
BJP cries foul over hidden agenda in 123 agreement (when did I start even noticing these headlines ??) Apparently India cannot do any nuclear tests according to this agreement. Some political party is worried that we cant kill a million neighbours in one shot. Doesnt matter if 100s die everyday from floods, riots and accidents. Am just blabbering. But if you are even 15% as intelligent as I am., then you know what ma talking about. Ahh.. the great me.. I need to stop, my colleugue wants his copper trumpet back...
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