20 things!!

YeePIEEE!! Exams are over and its holidayssss!!! You people may be doing a bit of traveling. And happen to travel by train.
But the damn train is going to be late for hours and you are waiting all alone.
Pikkupage guide on what to do when stuck in a railway station:
1] Neatly lay your handkerchief on the ground, pull out your music player and start dancing. You may earn some POCKET MONEY.
2] Get into random trains walk the whole length of the train and tell people its your seat they are sitting on.
3] If the above idea turns ugly and if people didn’t find it funny, then RUN!
4] Start doing stretching exercises include splitting your legs and cry out in pain if you can’t do it fully!
5] Walk till the end of the platform; go to the next one till the last platform. Now repeat this in reverse, but JOG this time.
6] Dress up in saffron and do a Baba Ramdev imitation.
7] After the YOGA you need to rest , so lay down on the bench and do 'NIDRAASAN', to make it more real play some OOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM OOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM kind of music on the player.
8] And suddenly wake up with a shocked expression and run around madly yelling ‘BOMB IN MY ASS…BOMB IN MY ASS’, when everyone is scared and runs away ,with a relieved expression on your face let out a gentle FART.
9] If the Guards or the Police don’t shoot you when you yelled BOMB and if you are still alive we shall continue to the next step.
10] Hire a coolie and order him to entertain you!!
11] That may not work.
12] Jump into a train and try peeing in every toilet of every boogie. You can ask another fellow waiting ‘male’ passenger to compete with you.
13] Well you can cheat by making “ssshhhh” sounds once you are inside. He will never know ;)
14] Go to the waiting room and DON’T WAIT there!! The room will be really pissed by that :D
15] Check out the prettiest girl in the platform and March past her like you did in school and salute her.
16] She may not be interested in you anymore but don’t let that deter you, keep trying that on every other girl, at least one of them will have a bad taste and may find that funny and get impressed.
17] And if you happen to be a girl try that on a guy. He sure will like what ever you do!! Trust me!!
18] Go to the newsstand and read the headlines and with an evil laughter tease the shopkeeper “yessssssss!!! I read the headlines for freee …nananananananaaaa MUHAHAHAHAHAHA”
19] Start studying for your next exam!! HUH???!!!
20] Get into a browsing center if any in the station and see my **** (the stars stand for ‘B L O G’ you dirty minds!!!)


CAUTION : DO NOT TRY THESE AT HOME :D

At first sight

She was sitting with her long legs resting over the small stool and looking over the window, The full moon peeped in from between the scattering clouds, the drizzle left behind puddles of water on the road which glistened golden under the sodium vapor streetlights.
The cloudy sky reflected the gloominess in her life. She wanted a breath of fresh air and still in her short silky night gown she slipped in to her sandals and out she went. Crossing her arms with a slight shiver she walked alone in the dark night, which went darker with the sudden power cut! Though having second thoughts about the whole walking thing now, she carried on. The eerie calmness accompanied by the cold of the night raised innumerable Goosebumps on her soft smooth skin. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. The flame warmed her and the warm smoke gushed into her lungs and she felt more alive. Closing her eyes and opening her bright red lips into a "o" she breathed out the smoke out in rings. And she opened her beautiful blue eyes and watched the smoke ring enlarge and rise into the sky, the moonlight and the trees nearby made the whole atmosphere seem magical.


He looked at the brown steaming hot coffee, the brew was perfect so was the aroma of the beans as he savored it. He just loved the warm caffeine run down his throat when everything around was chilled. But as the vapors rose he saw something or someone at a distance. Keeping his favorite red mug down on the table and crossing his lush green lawn he walked over to the compound wall and looked at her. She was unlike anyone he had seen before. She was the most beautiful of all the girls he had been with. There was something about her. The lit cigarette dangling loosely in her hand, the smoke she was blowing out, the slight flutter of her night gown in the gentle cool breeze. The sight was hotter then any coffee he ever had! She was gorgeous from head to toe! Just the sight of it gave him goose bumps all over and he pinched himself both to reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming and to keep the blood flowing in his hands, he watched the magical sight.

And then, she looked up at him through her blue eyes straight into his own light brown eyes. And they smiled with naughtiness in both of their eyes.





"CUT!!!!!" Next shot tomorrow!! Now Paack up!!" Yells The Director over the mike!
(Then he rushes over to the actors and greets them) Wonderful shot madaaam!!!, saar, soooper shot saar!!!
(The Director Mr.Murugudaasum is jubilated; the shot came off just as he wanted it to)


She (with a arrogance of a leading lady asks to the spot boy) : "huh! Finally!! Thank god!! Is my car ready??" And she walks off in a hurry without giving a cursory glance at Him.
He(madly lusting over the leading lady smiles inwardly as he imagines a love scene next and asks the director eagerlyand with a smug): Hey Mr. Director, what’s the next scene??
Mr.Murugudaasum: saaar accident scene saar!!! didn't you read the script saar?! You just scream in shock " aiyooo meenakshiiii" when a branch from a tree falls "accidently" on Madaaam's head saar!! Wonderfull script saar. Audience will be in tears saar!!! Ofcourse saar to make the impact more evident we will slip an Item song and dance called “ bahooottt dard hota hai ” !!
This Sudden twist or the fall of branch will knoct out the heroinesaar and she wil have the shocked expression on her face like forever saar and this will make drive you into Maddness saar, which cannot be cured saar and the producer wants a new twist saar he wants to Bump you off and your make soul be reborn as Superstar Himesh reshamiya saar who will then fall in love with the knocked out lady with no expressions whats so ever due to the imact saar and cure her and live happily ever after saar !!! That reminds me saar Madaam will look very saaexy in the “ghajini “ hairstyle after her surgery saar!!!
wow saar!! Such a emotional and thrilling story saar!!
He: waat?? $@#& !!! emmm errr...ohhh hmmm....(and faints)



Authors note:Fans of Ghajini and himass sorry himesh ..please think of this as a publicity ;)

Bounce Back!

As I write this, the speakers are doing "Shut up and Bounce"( a song from Dostana) and my neighbor kid is bursting a never ending cracker marathon thingy which is just not willing to SHUT UP!!!(Notice the growing irritation towards Crackers ?? )
You must be wondering what was the great thing that spared you of posts on this blog.
Well its called "writers block".( I Am no writer but there was a certain mental block or something)
There was nothing happening which would be worth all the typing and publishing (and I heard what you just said!! "As if the previous posts were worth it" :P )
I ran out of stories on Friends (Well not exactly, just waiting for more INTERESTING developments, WATCH THIS SPACE ;)). And I won't be writing mine of course :D
I had enough of answering to lousy questions about myself or otherwise and posting them. I mean who cares about it??
And I seriously didn't want to write about all the weird dreams that I've been having lately.( The other person involved wouldn't want me to either. :D)
Though all 3 of us (me, Sabi and Sheki- who BTW started MOBILE BLOGGING it as and when things happened ) set out to write a blog entry on our Mangalore trip, but, none came up with it. Wonder why? (We were so very GOOD there ;))
The cells in the brain and heart (dil ki awaaz) didn't agree on anything and nothing qualified as good enough. Or may be I shall cut all the bullshit and say I was plain lazy! But with all the special classes, tuitions and of course the college I wouldn't call myself lazy!!
But then at this rate the handful of my readers will soon forget this lovely blog (:D) So thought would just drop in and wish you all a Happy Diwali!!

Go burst those loud polluting expensive crackers for which little children in a small dusty village near Sivakasi toiled day and night, holed up in a small window less dark room to make a few extra paisa for their family !! (Ahh the sadistic pleasure in putting someone off :D)
Go BANG BANG BANG BOOM BOOM !!!(so how many of you went through HELLO??? It sucks!! )
Shut up and Bounce…. Bounce…. ….

Tagged

Last movie seen in a theatre:
ROCK ON and it ROCKED!!!

What book are you reading?
A Book on Mind Reading . And so I know that you are currently reading this blog! :D

Favorite board game:
Does Key'Board' count?? ;)

Favorite smells:
Coffee, New Book, favorite dish and many more which cannot be mentioned here!!

Favorite sound :
Music, Ping on the IM window or cell, but a strict NO-NO to Himesh's nasal sounds!!

Worst feeling in the world:
That would be disappointment, loss, failure!

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
Wow, if only that dream had become a reality. ;) Actually I think of YOU!!

Favorite fast food place:
Where ever you take me and pay the bill, is my favorite :)

Future child’s name:
Does that mean I have a present child or had a past child? Lets skip this!!! :P

Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…”
be very very very very rich.:D

Do you drive fast?
No, I fly low!! I know that wasn't original!! My speed is relative. Depends on who is with me.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
Huh!! My bed is stuffed !! Animal, NO!!!

Storms - Cool or Scary?
Cool of course!! But I love it when girls get scared :D

Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Where's the damn dictionary!??

If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
Purple and would spike it up and walk around as if in a daze and call myself 'the Purple HAZE'!!!
Kidding!!!I'm happy with black!!

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:
Mysore, Delhi, My room!!

Favorite sports to watch:
When I do watch, its Krrickett or foootbaalss!!!

What’s under your bed?
Monsters!!And they are pulling my leg, they might gobble me up any time. You wan't some??!!

Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Ummm,I don't think you people would like another Pikkupage, would you?? :P

Morning person or night owl ?
I'm a morning owl!!! What ever that means.

Favorite place to relax:
My Room and yours. : P

Favorite pie:
American Pie!! ;)

Favorite ice cream flavor:
Vanilla!!


Note : Anybody interested can copy the questions and answer them in comments or in their blog!!

Things from my life (in no particular order)

Note: This is not a grocery list or Stuff to do before you die. Just random list of things and I don't know what call this list.

1) Waking up late, getting ready skipping the breakfast and rushing to college only to find that the lecturer is absent.
2) Driving in the rain (did too much of it in Goa)
3) Receiving mails which are "forward this to 20 people or you die" kind and sending them back to that person (you know who) :P
4) Walking on the beach at night (One of Sabi's ideas)
5) Smell of freshly brewed coffee
6) When doing nothing, I plan to do many things!
7) eeee, grrrr, argh!!,hmmm, and other such sounds :P
8) Simply( Chumma ??) watching the rainfall.
9) Seriously altering the testimonials from friends in Orkut.
10) Curd Rice with pomegranate, grapes and dry fruits!! YUMMY!!! :D
11) MTV with all its stupid and funny stuff.(But Splitsvilla sucked!!)
12) That one phone call or message from someone special.:)
13) Forwarding mails and spamming your Inbox: D
14) Somehow sneaking past all vehicles ahead of me at traffic signal and then be the first to move when it turns green.
15) Smiley’s - :) ;) ;P :D :| :P (and the latest one '<3' .This was invented by Pallu)
16) Watching a baby sleep, or you sleeping ;)
17) Phone calls when I'm in deep slumber!!
18) Bunking classes and watching movies 1st Day 1st show!!
19) Looking at old photos and regretting having posed in them!! :P
20) Daydreaming and nightmaring ;P
21) Hooting or howling in the theater. Cause I don't know how to whistle:|
22) Puppies and kittens
23) Making people Bakra!!
24) Talking on with people without telling them that it's a "WRONG NUMBER"
25) Sending SMSs (which I find funny and they find stupid) to friends.
26)Apart from Hindi, English and Kannada, watching Latin, Korean, Tamil, Telugu, Malayalam and Urdu movies with ENGLISH SUBTITLES
27) Reading novels which are big small or ugly!!
28) Listning to music and then turning up the volume, fall ASLEEP :)
29) This is just to make the list 30.
30) Hurray!!! :P
Happy Ganesha Chaturti !!! :)

I Blahg, Talks!

I am Ram's Blog .I live in the Web(like you, mr or miss netizen) and my friends call me Spiderwoman. But considering that I don't have any friends, I don't think any one calls me that.
Today, I'm going to share with you what has been burning inside me for a long time now. I am so frustrated! Please be my 'agony aunt' !!
I don't know where to begin.RAM!!! The ultra irritating owner of this blog. How do you bare him??
The weird list on the right side called 'buddy blogs' is full of blogs like me who are bored, dazed and abused. I got this 'quote curry' space where lines lifted off from other places are shamelessly stamped on me. Now don't even get me started on the 'weekly status message' I mean who cares a damn what the F*** he does the whole week?? And then he has this 'music to the ears', the thing which he thinks would entertain me. Blah! Its playing the same song for decades now!! It doesn't even have a simple playlist!!
In fact he is not the only problem .Even you!! Why???
Sigh!! How people get busy. I keep trying to make myself more appealing by adding new technology,photos of dead guys or drinks and other stuff but its of little use. Some times I am even tempted to put up a hot bikini just so that you could look at me a little longer. But alas! I am just a software and I won't look hot in a bikini so I ditched the Idea. You don't know how NOT being ogled at, with disbelieving eyes feels like. No you don't.
I always wanted to be a famous blog, like my cousin, the lucky bastard he ended up being Aamir Khan's blog while I am stuck here with this moron who derives immense happiness by writing crappy material on me which no one reads. After everything I've done for this guy, what do I got in return? Some bullshit about him being 50% male and 50% female based on his browser cache? And what the hell was that nonsense about him being '18 till he dies' and what was it anyways, a ridiculous rap , hip hop or a nursery rhyme?
All I wanted was to be a good blog with many readers. I'm tired of being referred to as "Pikku page". I mean, that name doesn't even sound cool, it sucks!!! For Google's sake, he doesn't even promote me, other than of course his 5 or 6 friends, some of whom are great people who write blogs just as badly as him and others, well they hardly talk to me.
BOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :( !!

Anyways thanks for listening to me,
Whatever you do or don't, I love you loads!
yours forever,
I Blahg( see what I mean? )

SEX

I am an average GUY.
And the law of averages is probably going to be stuck with me forever!! The likelihood of me passing any exam is 50-50. And here is adding to the list of things which are 50-50 in my life.

I found this web application which tells the odds of you being a male or a female based on your browser cache. Cool, HUH?

My results were .... well 50-50 :|

Likelihood of you being FEMALE is 50%
Likelihood of you being MALE is 50%

hmmmmmmm....................

Well, check your "SEX" here.
Don't forget to post your results in the 'comments'. :)

Freedom!

She hadn't received his calls the previous night. And he shifted, turned and rolled around on his bed, trying to get a sleep. But it was no use, and he sat up listening to KK's Khuda jaane. And listening to the wonderful song on repeat,he fell asleep. And it was 8.30 when he woke from his slumber.5 years back, on this day, he would have dressed in a neatly ironed uniform and marched past the dais which stood beside the NATIONAL FLAG. But today he had no time even to Brush and he started fiddling with the small keypad of his mobile and typed in ‘Happy independance day, Good Morning :) wassup??'. And sent it to her number.And he sat waiting for her reply and as sounds of bugles and drums and Patriotic songs blared in the loud speakers from the schools nearby.

She was dressed in a white salwar. She had bought it a couple of days back. She loved it the moment she laid her eyes upon it. Carefuly looking at the mirror she applied the dark mascara around her beautiful eyes. Looking quite satisfied in the mirror or rather a bit impressed she gave herself a naughty wink. She couldn't wait to meet him. She could already imagine the look on his face. She giggled to herself. She had purposefully avoided him the previous night. She knew he would be missing her .She liked that. As she was rushing to the dining table to eat her breakfast, her phone beeped twice. And the display glow "New message recieved". It was from him. and she replied "GM.,see you in the theater in an hour" She knew he wouldn't have remembered.

He had forgotten about the movie.Grabbing a towel, he rushed to the bathroom. The Suprabatham was playing on the old tape recorder in the other room .He was humming Khuda jaane as he scrubbed and washed his hair. Praying to god that he can make it in time for the movie.
She didn't like waiting. And grabbing the nearest T-shirt in his wardrobe,he smelled it and it smelled fine. Then taking his old pair of jeans he put it on. Took some cash from his Mom's purse and filled it inside the Wallet she had gifted him last month. And he rushed to the theater on his Bike. Stopping at annoying signals he finally made it. She wasn't there yet. And he sighed in relief.
The theater was buzzing with youngsters,single guys, gangs of girls and love lorn couples. He wondered, why was he still single??

She couldn't stop smiling ,she knew she had to do it. And she already loved the feeling. And she drove faster and finally reached the theater and she saw him. And sneaking quietly behind him she shrieked excitedly "Hiiii!!!"

He missed a heart beat! And recovering from the shock he turned back. She was dressed in a salwar, it was white his favorite. She had long flowing silky hair, just like he had liked. She was blushing and she looked cute. His heart missed a beat again.
As his heart raced, his face drained off any color.
The guy standing next to him hugged her and both of them left hand in hand. Her fingers between his.
He felt sick. “OMG even that lousy looking guy has such a pretty girlfriend!!".
As such varied emotions ran through his mind, the familiar yelling of his "friend" bought him back to reality. "Enjoying your FREEDOM huh?? Checking out other guy's girlfriend? Go get the tickets, you dummo!! I can't wait" she ranted off in her ever energetic voice.This was one freedom he did not mind losing!
"Yeah right, HAPPY INDEPENDANCE DAY TO YOU TOO" he snapped at her. And he joined the Que.



P.S: Happy Independance Day to you all!! :)
And do I have to tell you, that this was a fiction?

18 till I die?

I could play in the sands
I was not looked down upon when I ate with no spoon just hands
I could play in the hot sun
I was the same age as my neighbors’ son
I could go to school without polishing my shoes and get wacked
I had a truckload of stamps in my cupboard neatly stacked
I could play a tree on a school day and get applause
I was all muddy and dirty but still was not called gross
I could sit on any park bench without blowing away the dust
I was punished by my teacher for coping in test and breaking her trust
I could get wet in the rain and have a wet cloth on my forehead the next day
I had to rush home from school and go to lousy tuitions everyday
I could watch cartoon network and pogo
I had great friends who also did the same and didn't think I was a freako

And then something happened and things changed,

I only see sands when I go to the beaches
I fumble with the spoons and spill, people around give weird looks and say Jesus!
I get tanned in the sun so I apply sunscreen and stay indoor!
I look at the neighboring kid play in the mud through my grilled door
I have to polish my shoes and be presentable or get sacked
I get transferred from city to city and I move with my things packed
I have a mustache and a beard which cover my jaws
I don't really like what I see in the mirror. I have my flaws.
I don't sit on a park bench alone, people may think I am a Moron
I get drunk in pubs and dream of becoming a liquor baron
I cover myself in plastic when it rains to protect my cloths which are precious
I often rush from college to meet my girlfriend before she can get ferocious
I stay late nights and just watch MTV or channel V
I have friends who are too busy as they drive around in their SUV.


I grew up, that's what happened!!
Shit happens!!

You have recieved a Testimonial!!

Long time no see huh??
Yeah I was buzy!!
No pervs I wasn't getting laid, I had been to Manglore. I'll soon put up the snaps if you're interested but its just full of FOOD, FOOD and more FOOD, because that's all we did there. Eat!!
Anways this post is not about Food or Manglore, but something different!


Now I do Orkuting and Facebooking a lot. And I know if you're reading this, even you do that!!
And you must have noticed the different types of Testimonials that people send to each other on Orkut.
On one hand you have,
Guys who hardly write testimonials . Some do write, but only to their close buddies .And even if they do, they find it extremely tough to bring out words, describing their ‘chaddi dosts’. Its just not in our DNA I guess. Or may be the stuffs that guys know about each other are too 'taboo' to be on their Orkut profile where they are either too cool, smart and a Casanova or a nerdy, decent guy. No guy can be a stupid blonde you know!
And with great difficulty when we do come up with something nice and sweet its mostly wrapped up in less than 2 or 3 lines. So we resort to those 'ready made testimonials' of "UROCK" and those guy holding a guitar images made of letters though the guy has never played a guitar in his life or the ones with a bike doing wheeling but sadly the guy in question doesn't even own a damn bike. But thats guys for you. Poor creatures we are.
On the other hand are the girls.
I have never seen a girl's profile on Orkut without a testimonial.
They get one almost every other week and sometimes multiple testimonials from a single 'friend', without making it look odd!!
They get tons of testimonials from 'guy friends' and with that those long emotional testimonials from the 'CLOSEST' or the 'BESTEST' friends of theirs.
These testimonials are not much help in knowing the person better because almost all the girls happen to be very sweet, chweet, chweetheart and yeah! Honey and baby etc .They 'luv' each other a lot. And they always get "mmmuahhh"!!
No guy would ever do that now, would he? You 'Muah' your close friend, and he would probably think you're drunk or worse turned gay!
These testimonials are seriously gender biased . No girl ever sends me a testimonial containing lines like "You are a sweetheart", "love u honey" "mmuahh baby" "you're naughty and playful". And neither do Guys and even if any guy indeed sends it, I would be obviously reject it!! Duh!

Sigh!!

Its worse for guys like me, who according to all girls 'is very shy' in real world and all they know is I happen to talk like hell on "GTalk" or "yahoo" and so they hardly write any testimonials to me, and when they do, they accompany with it some sort of " statutory warning" about me being active or talkative only virtually, which only reaffirms the doubts of other girls and thus ruining my "many chances"(could be anything )

So guys write some sane testimonials making me look as the greatest earthling ever and girls, I know you 'luv' me because I am an extremely chweet and a chweetheart so don't be shy go ahead and ‘muah’ me loads !!! Luv u baby!!! :)

the tree,early man and her!

I was dressed in a green shirt and a brown pant.
Yeah I was indeed 'a tree' that night.
He was dressed in a fake deer skin, unruly hairs all over the body and fake facial hairs.
Yeah he was indeed 'an early man' that night.
I was handed a few twigs and leaves in my hand and I started rehearsing to be the Tree. Mind you, I was not an ordinary tree. I was a holy tree and half dozen early mans had to worship me!! Being a avid Movie fan, I knew no role was small, I have to play a character, which was not an ordinary character, it was a holy Tree, from ruffling and shaking the twig and leaves lightly, I did everything in the book to make it look realistic.(stop giggling now, Its very tough being a TREE).
So where was I? Yeah rehearsing. Though I thought mine was a VERY IMPORTANT ROLE, the Early man’s role was not a small one either. He had to howl and walk in circles around me 3 times, howl even more and rise their arms in air and yeah you guessed it, HOWL again!!
And I seriously thought that needed a lot of rehearsal back stage.
It was the school annual day which apparently was done at night!!
And I was indeed 'a tree' that night!
And he was indeed 'an Early man' that night!
And he instead of practicing his difficult howling, was restless and kept on nudging me with his "baaro 1 nimsha"( Come with me for a minute)
As the beats and the classical music resounded in the auditorium(Kalamandira), he pulled me to the side of the stage, a place dark and hidden from the excited parents, crying little siblings and hooting old students of our school!!
With us were the anxious teachers who encouraged the performers on stage if they were to make a mistake. And we were there not to help anyone of course!!

I gulped at the sight of the audience though I couldn’t see much as it was dark there too,but was sure there were hundreds and I reminded myself not to mess up. I had to be the perfect tree!!! Stand still ruffle and shake the leaves a bit and continue to stand still especially the lower half of my body!!
But the 'early man' was least bothered I guess it came to him naturally, being the Early man!!!
Anyways you may be wondering what we were doing on the side stage instead of rehearsing back stage!
Well I was the side kick who was to give MORAL SUPPORT to the HERO who was cheking out the HEROINE!!
Now like in movies I was not a really DUMB SIDEKICK!!
But then no movie can ever have a hero in early man costume either!
Ok now heroine was dancing away to glory beautifully matching steps with her partner in Bharatanatyam !!And she was making weird gestures with her fingers and eyes( Yeah very poor knowledge of Bharatanatyam) but she was smiling all the way! And the early man stared on with his mouth open, eyes bulging out of their sockets admiring her and the sidekick tree was ruffling and shaking lightly IN ANXIETY!!!!

All I was praying for was the dumb Early man won't go on stage and HOWL and run in circles around her instead of me!!!Yeah she was already giving a sense inferiority!!!
Tree, be a perfect Tree!!
But it indeed was a good performance, girls have this great ability to make anything they do much ,much more better than it already is with a smile and it as quite obvious with loud applause she got for the Bharatanatyam, the dance with weird eye ball movements and hand gestures(sometimes very offensive actually :P)!!
Finally she walked off the stage and walked past us, the hero and the sidekick on the side stage, nobody acknowledges a tree but she couldn't recognize the early man either, I doubt if he himself could if he stared at the nearest mirror!!
And like a hungry dog which follows you everywhere if you tempt it with yummy food, he followed her. And me, the tree slapping my head, followed the Early man,defying the laws of nature!!
If only even she could have stood on the side stage and watched me doing the perfect tree ,so perfect a pigeon made a cozy nest on my head( that’s not true) and the early man whose howls were so realistic it scared away the pigeon( ummm, may be true ;) ).
But am sure, if she is reading this she sure is making all the eye ball movements and hand gestures(offensive??)!!!
And the early man, would certainly be HOWLING!!!
Who was the early man, who was she, who am I? Crap you know me!!Yes, I'm the tree!!


Those who loved me as a Tree, please Comment :)
Those who loved the early man, please HOWL!! :D
Those who loved her , let me know your name and from which side of the stage were you looking ;)

P.S: I no longer accept roles as a TREE!!! I do only guest appearance!! :D

Eye love U

Sabi's
Favourite Bond Movie: For your Eyes only.
Least Favourite Movie: Black,Andha Kanoon.
Favourite Hindi Dialog: ...acha?? Ek bar mere Aankhon mein Ankhein dal ke dekho aur kaho ki tum mujhse pyar nahin karte...
Favourite English Dialog : Look into my eyes, Baby!!
Favourite hindi song :Aankhon mein teri ajab si..
Favourite english song: Angel eyes..
Favourite Kannada song: Koltalalappo Koltalalappo Kanninale Kanninale kolatalalappo..
Favourite One liner :There's more to it then what meets the EYE!!
Favourite letter in english language: 'I' (Duh!!)
Favouite fashion accesory :Fast track 'eye' gear.
Favourite Drink : 'Ice' tea
Favourite Icecream: 'Ice'cream
Most used word while talking: 'Eye'yooo
Favourite insect: the house fly because it has thousands of 'eyes'
Written on the door of his room: Eye'm IN!!
Conversation between Sabi and her

Sabi: I love U!!
her: But, U love 'I'!!:P

Recent song he loves to sing for her: Kabh'i' Kabh'i' Ad'i't'i'( not just because of the i's) and ofcourse Nazrein milana, Nazrein churana :D
When did we come to know he was in love?
When he kept mumbling even in his sleep, "Eye love her, Eye love her..."
and what he said after reading this?

"Eye kill u!!!!!!!!!!!" :D

Double trouble

Moran's
Favourite drink: 'Duet' Coke ;) and tea with 2 teaspoon sugar!
Favorite Comic: Archies!!(takes it 'two' seriously)
Favorite TV show: Desperate Housewives season 2
Wants to have: twins.
Favorite line: Main ek, mere do!!
Favorite Qoute: Ek maar do tukda!
Favorite Bond Movie: You only live twice
Favourite movie : 21( yeah! two-one=21 ),Double Indemnity,Pati,Patni aur wo!
Gets cought by Traffic police: For trible riding
Favorite movie dialog: Mein tumhara judwa bhai hoon.
Felt really sad:When the Twin towers fell.
Favorite hindi song: DO dil mil rahe hein magar..
Written on the door of his room : Two-let!
Favorite pet: rare and exotic animals like a 2 headed dog,snake etc
Wants to write a book: titled 2 mistakes of my life!!
Favorite Liesure activity: Playing two player games alone!
Likes to do Salsa: but usually it ends up as a Group dance ! ;)
Worst experience: Having been kicked out of a disc which had entry for 'couples only' and they thought he was the STAG who came along with the couples!! :D
Lucky number: 2
When on a Date: Books a table for 3!
Wakes up everyday: At 2 Am!!

Conversation between Moran and a fellow college stud.
Moran: Mere paas 2 eyes, 2 ears,2 arms,2 legs 2 nips and 2 b***s and 2 gals hein...tumhare pass kya hein???
Stud: ***gets depressed and runs away crying.."Maaaa....."***

Copyright:Mallika

As reported by Mumbai Mirror , Mallika Sheravat has applied for a trademark of her name so that no one can use her name or pictures to promote their movies or products without her consent. In short – Mallika Sherawat is now a brand and you will have to pay her or get sued by her if you try to ride on her popularity.

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COME ON, SUE ME!!!!!!! :D

from Kabul

The ambulance wailed in a distance contrast to the loud screaming in his heart. All around him people huddled and looked on curiously, some shocked, some shouting for water. But all he cared was her. Just her.
It was still crystal clear in his memory, the first time he'd seen her. It was right here outside the Consulate. Dressed in pink salwar,the cool breeze made her curly hair stand out in uncontrollable wisps around her face. She'd kept pushing it off her cheek. He thought she was pretty. Just pretty. But then, she smiled. It was like some sort of Super nova blasting in his eyes. It wasn't merely the beauty of it; it was the life in it. Something he hadn't seen before.
And then, she left.
Next week, he saw her again. She was no miss world but her smile would put even a gushing miss universe to shame. Standing in the long queue, in the hot sun, she was talking to someone. She was talking as much with her face and hands as with her lips which contrasted his own 'mouth shut' self. And she twitched her lips to smile.
And then, she left.
She was now everything to him.But as for her, he didn't really exist. But perhaps, destiny had something else in store. He saw her again. He thought, there could be nothing more beautiful than her smile, until he saw her eyes.
And then, she left.
He couldn't get her out of his mind. And thus he came everyday unmindful of the long queue, least bothered of the hot sun, lost in her thoughts he started enjoying the long visa procedure.
It was late afternoon. She was standing in the queue and a dozen people separated him from her. Men and women stood waiting for their chance braving the sun and dust. Like most in the queue he wanted to go to the country which helped his, he wanted to see the Taj Mahal. He wanted to pray at Ajmer Sharif, he wanted to offer a chadar at Haji Ali, he wanted to see Shah Rukh Khan up-close, he wanted to see the hot Mallika Sheravat. But unlike others, he wanted her the most.
As fleet of official black cars of the Embassy arrived, nobody missed the odd looking white Toyota as it closed in. The gate was closed after the embassy Cars moved in, but the white Toyota accelerated and rammed into the gates.
He thought he was blinded and deaf as he just squatted on the ground too shocked too numb to realize what had just happened. Wrecks of metal and plastic lay amidst pieces of what would have formed a human body; and blood cleansed and cooled the hot dusty road.
And then it trickled into him and he ran as fast as his wounded legs could, his bloodshot eyes searching for her, amidst the wrecks and ruins left from the Bomb Explosion.
Somebody near him was calling the emergency number as cries of pain, agony and despair filled the air. Finally he found her, the white of her dress, stained red with her blood. Her beautiful eyes were shut in pain. He could see now that her hairs were all over her cheeks but she was not brushing them aside. He held her closer for a moment, making her cry in pain.
"Don't worry, help is on the way" he said breathlessly. For a moment he worried whether she knew English. He felt a soft touch on his arm."Thank you." he heard the faint slow reply, not like her life, which was flowing out of her. "Someone should inform my parents." She was growing paler.
"Where is the ambulance!" he yelled in panic and hysteria.
She just smiled, her heart breaking smile.
And then, she left.

P.S: A suicide car bomb tore open the front wall of the Indian Embassy in Kabul on Monday, killing 41 people and wounding 147 in the deadliest attack in Afghanistan's capital since the fall of the Taliban seven years ago.
The massive explosion, which rattled much of Kabul at 8:30 a.m., detonated only 30 yards from where dozens of Afghans line up to apply for visas, one of the reasons the casualties were so high.
Women and children browsing nearby shops were among the victims who lay on the ground, bloodied and in agony, crying for help. Smoldering ruins covered the pavement.

the Talk!!

He:Why is there a God?
The Voice: To be bribed before and after your exams!!

He: What am I doing in this vast universe?
The Voice: No idea,you are just another useless,miniscule part of it.

He :I wonder, why am I here, in the 3rd planet in the Solar System?
The Voice: Given your Alien looks even I wonder why.*Heeheeheeheee

He: why was I born?
The voice: Thats a Medical Miracle(or diasaster), you lucky Sperm!!

He:why do I do what I do?
The Voice: You haven't ever done what you are supposed to do, so stop asking WHY.

He: why does the contraction of facial muscles cause smiles and the same facial muscles cause frowns?
The voice: You somehow manage to look 'OK' now, any more facial muscles and you would end up like SHREK!!

He: why are flowers pretty?
The Voice: Did you bunk classes in school days too?? Thats for reproduction!!

He: What is LOVE?
The Voice: Vo! YOu got me! Pass!

He: Eh? So when will I know its LOVE or I'm in Love??
The Voice: Umm you will have headache,nausea,fever,vomiting sensation!
Oh! No! thats symptoms of Malaria. You watched Jaane tu ya jaane na twice..you tell me!!

He: Wait a minute!Who are you??
The Voice: Iam the inner Voice!

He: Oh! So you don't even exist!!
The Voice: Are you trying to make me feel an Identity Crisis?

He: Muhahaha!! So tell me, Why do I blog?
The Voice:Haha even those reading this are asking the same thing. Why, Why the hell?!!

Google Search: Love

He sits there and watches the grimy fan blades rotating with a kickery sound.
Sprawled on the bed with his hands making a head rest,he stares and stares at the fan and soon gets drifted away as the rotating fans suddenly seem to spin out a face,her face.
It was his cousin's wedding. He was standing close to the dais looking at the proceedings. But it was really tiring as he waited for all the multiple rituals to get over before the the holy nuptial knot was tied. People came and went. He was looking at them all until his eyes settled on this girl seated diagonally across him. He had never seen her before. Probably the bride's relative,he thought. He gave her a warm smile and she returned it.
He turned his gaze towards the dais. His cousin was giving a toothy smile to his wife-to-be.Theirs was a fairy tale love story where his cousin 1st saw her in MBA class and just fell in love with her and after months of wooing she also responded and now the marriage, they made such a cute pair and he wondered when he would find his own true love.....
And he looked again in her direction, and their gazes met. She was looking at him constantly. His heart started to beat out of its cage. He'd never seen anyone like her before. Her appearance tugged his heartstrings. He felt uneasy about her shy yet strangely daring stare.And this continued even while they finally sat down to eat as she came giggling with her friends and sat in the row directly opposite him. Strangely the people next to him where least bothered or oblivious as they ate away the delicious food,while he timidly ate his and she hers. And finally what seemed like an hours, for her,he gathered all his guts and gave her the best of his smiles looking deep into her eyes and she smiled back with twinkle in her eyes.
He thought he heard violins playing around him amid all the noisy guests,he felt the cool breeze in the middle o the hot and humid dining hall,he just knew he wasn't drunk and high,this was different and he knew his search was over,he had found his love.
Back in his room he forced his eyes off the fan and got up and looked at the monitor in front of him, he just had to find the old romantic songs of R.D.Burman which she had asked him for and so began his search again.


There are somethings in life which you can find in a wedding, for everything else there is Google search!! :D (Heeeheeeheee)

Virtual toon

Being online all the time is both good and bad. The bad part is high internet bills while the good part is, you come across funny cartoons like this which reflect you!





My friend Arun Agrees!!!! :D

World Record!!

Yoo Hoo!!!

Sporting Action!!!

I suck at sports!!
Not now, because now I hardly play any sports( that’s a lie, I play Solitaire).
Well in school we had a Big playground outside the Gate ( We still believe that place is Encroached by the school mangement. :P).And in that we could play Volleyball, throwball, basketball, Football, Badminton(ocassionally).Yeah Cricket was Banned!!
Anyways we loved what we had. And we loved Volleyball. It had no star attraction to it. I don't even know if India has a National Volleyball Team and if they had a Volleyball World cup, yet, it was a craze.
Apart from the Game Periods, we used to bunk Yoga classes of our beloved Venki(sir),Computer class where they though us C (Huh? I don't even remember, never mind) and gobbling up the lunch in 5 minutes and rushing to the Band set Room(yeah they kept the balls there) and fishing out the best ball( tested by bouncing it, stylishly in front of girls acting like a Star Player).
And then jumping over the concrete compound wall(to avoid the long route through the Gate) beside which was the Volleyball court!!Splitting the class into 2 teams we use to play it everyday.
Bendu the tall guy was MOST PREFERRED PLAYER, as he saved the others from the ball as he used to send the ball into opposite court in almost any angle from any place inside the court. And my contribution usually ended when I ate my lunch quickly and got the Ball before the pestering juniors or the Bully seniors. Serving the ball I could hardly make it cross our own court and on rare occasion in which it did cross, it always used to land 'outside' the line and not to forget the stepping on line Fouls. Other times when the Ball is coming from the opposite side it usually landed where I didn't want it to, like on my head, face(that hurts),chest or on the ground, 'Inside'.
The KJo's of our class Nari and 'Sunny the Dumma' did the best thing 'Cheer and Jeer'( I always ended up with them, 5 minutes into the game).
Volleyball was predominated my Guys. And Girls well they loved Throw ball. Throwing and Catching the ball is easy, I thought. But playing with 'State Champion' Girls who used to spin and Smash the damn ball, it was tough. 'Can't we just play catch-catch' never reached their ears as they twisted their arms and palms to spin the ball and smash and it usually resulted in the twist of the arm or wrists of the one catching it. Looking stupid in front of girls was not on the Top of the Agenda. And Nari believed it was better fun, watching girls play with balls!
Then there was Basketball, 'why the hell is the damn Basket so high up in the air??' and yours truly for 'apparent' reasons didn't much like the game and preferred staying away.
Last but not the least was Football, and our Juniors were more into it (and which never goes well with any seniors) and we used to challenge them. We seniors v/s the juniors. Honestly, they were good, with all the practice and coaching and not to forget their studs. But we didn't give up. Game on!! Sabi the captain of our team and lead to many successful DRAWS!!
Me and Nari were made the Defenders(Sunny was made Goalkeeper, size matters ;)and it was fun, no need to run just stand around goal post, tying the shoelace repeatedly and gossiping). And we somehow managed to save a lot of goals by kicking madly at the ball and sometimes at the opposition’s leg.

Before balls came into our life we only had trees. And 'Tree to tree' was the game. Majority of our class was good at it. But sadly, it wasn't declared a 'SPORT'!!!

Afterthought:

Mama would be usually found at the Throw ball court checking 'her' out and plucking the petals of flower muttering, 'I love her'.. 'She loves me not'...'I love her'...'she loves me not'...Damn!!! :D
Sheki used to stand in the Volleyball court, but he thought it was Football so he always used to 'kick' the ball into the Net!! :)
Amari preferred throwing stones on a abandoned building a 100 meters away, and scaring off the Owls inside. :P
Moruu(Moran's new cuter version ;)) would usually be strangling me or Amari after being laughed at for not making any contact with any ball in any game. :(
Congo and SwapuJi played chess in Volleyball court. :|

P.S : How many of you are watchin Euro at 12 in the night, betting on teams with players whose name you can't spell and losing it?Just me??Heck! I suck Big Time!!

No Dream, no Gain

The wind in his face,blowing through his hairs, wooosh... came the sound of the rushing air,he closed his eyes feeling the cool wind blowing from the sea.20 feet below, some 20 odd beautiful girls were tanning themselves in beautiful short dresses around the deep blue water.The pool added to the richness of his huge Villa by the sea side.He had named it PiX Villa. Nested among the tall coconut trees near the white sand beach of Goa, he was proud of his home. To own a piece of land in such a prime location along with a private Beach all for himself at the tender age of 25, he had made it big.Even the Mallya's and the Ambani's looked up at him.And it wasn't just them.The girls of all size,shape and age swarmed around him like honey bee's.And ofcourse he called them Honey too.He had all he could ask for in life. A dozen Cars, with two Rolls Royce, a sexy red Ferrari, his power statement The Hummer, everything a teenage guy would love to have a glance at,he owned it.
Fifty personal attendents taking care of everything from organising important buisness meetings to cutting his nails.
And the 20 girls to look after his other desires.
Standing on the Jump board which looking upon his huge villa and his beach he looked down on the girls, some cheering him on, others blowing kisses,jestering seductively with their fingers,"Come to me". He just smiled and breathing in the cool air and giving them a thumps up, he jumped. Feeling more and more air particle rubbing past him as he fell free under gravitation down into his swiming pool.
The girls were a blurr, so was his Villa,all he could see was the water,deep blue water.
And then,

THUD!!!!!!!!!

"AAh" he almost yelled !!!It wasn't a Splash that he had expected.
At 19, he still fell off his bed at nights, as was evident as his mother came rushing from her room, "Dreaming again huh?? Are you alright??" she asked.
And she helped him haul himself up from the floor and left, forcefull controlling her laughter.
"Damn MTV,Damn Splitsvilla,CRap,CRap" he muttered silently and well not to forget "Aah!! My Ass!!"

over a cup of Coffee

She saw smiling faces inside it.They had no worries, even if they did, they didn't wear it on their faces. They were dressed in beautiful dresses she had never touched.
She placed her palms on both sides on the glass wall and peered in to have a better look and watched them sipping their coffees and drinks in various color, in glasses of different shapes. Their butts placed comfortably on the cushions in the Coffee shop chilled with AC.
They were all happy, giggling and laughing.May be they didn't have much to care about other than the rising fuel prices which made their long drives on their Cars and Bikes lesser. She always dreamt of doing that. Even she wanted to sit behind or with a handsome guy and be off together on long drives on those beautiful highways. She wanted to have a whole big springy double bed for herself. Even she wanted to taste those 'heart shaped Coffees'.

She didn't know if she would. She didn't know why she wouldn't.
She didn't know when she would wear those comfortable Denims and sit cross legged on those bean bags coolly in AC. She didn't know why she was wearing ragged and torn dress, why she had to sleep on the hard and cold floor every night, she didn't know why she had to sit on that hard metal bar as her father pedaled hard.
Her mother got up and prayed to the very same Gods every morning like their mothers. Her father toiled just as hard at the construction site may be harder than their fathers.Her parents also voted for the very same Political parties.
Yet she knew none to blame for the divide that the Glass wall had created between her and them.
But they sat their and blamed the pollution for a couple of tiny pimples on their smooth skin. They blamed the politician whom they voted, for the bad roads and traffic which made them late.

Their life was a Contradiction to hers.
Their beautiful hairs which seemed to curl and straighten at will and their skin all fair and lovely, those cool flashy watches on their wrists. The cups of Cold and Hot Coffees on the table and the rings of smokes they just blew carelessly. She wondered when she would be that carefree, when she would long for a 'weekend' with her friends, when she would giggle with other girls, when she would look into eyes of the guy in front of her and smile seductively.

Back to reality on the dirty footpath as her warm breath fogged the glass,just like the dark clouds that started covering the bright blue sky.Tenderly she rubbed it clean she saw some of them looking back at her . Little shaken by the sudden attention she gingerly stepped back. And was greeted by the cool breeze which spoiled her hair even more but she smiled ear to ear and strecthed out her arms feeling the cool breeze which soon was accompanied by drops of Mansoon rain and she felt the cold drops on her warm dark skin , smiling she ran and danced in the drizzle, away from the glass wall, she didn't care anymore she loved the freedom and the nature.

As for them,wonderstruck they just looked at her running happily,wondering why they couldn't do what she just did. It wasn't the glass wall in their way but their oversized ego.

Why I'm not the next Indian Idol or anything of that sort!!

It was like being in the Akbar’s court which was flanked by the Navaratnas or 9 talented smart people(was it Akbar or Shah Jahan?? I’m not sure,I'm bad at these).
Imagine what could be going through a guy with no such talents in the midst of all those great people. That’s exactly how I was feeling sitting in there in my living room( I wanted to leave that place) with my Uncles, Aunts and Cousins.
It was the last day of their stay and the young ones are expected to entertain everyone by showcasing their talents( I don’t know if it happens in every house, if there is any chance of that happening, all losers like me, STAY AWAY)
So began the Talent Night, at 11:30 PM.
1st up a dance by my 11 year old cousin, who happened to be learning Bharatnatyam for the past 8 months and her mother tapped the Taala and she batted her eye lids and her feet moving hard and quick and the chan....chan..chan chan (not as in Jackie Chan)sound of her Gungroos that too at 11.45in the night she was starting to look quite scary just like Soundarya in Aptamitra( Ra raa…ra ra or vidya balan in bhool bhulaiya). Well at least her hairs did look like that.
And as she finished off to thunderous applause, the Karate Kid got ready.
Now I have nothing against Karate, I am fine with HUuuuu and HAaaaa’s (with a scornful face)but when that 13 year old started whining that he won’t do karate alone as it would look stupid, all eyes turned to me. I had to be the guinea pig so that the Karate Kid didn’t look stupid. And so began the ordeal as I stood in the middle of the room surrounded by everyone around the imaginary Ring and the Karate kid launched assaults one after the other.The kicks followed by the punches(while I wondered if needed a Abdomen guard just in case) .It was also tough not to “ROFALOL” or “LOL” when he clenched his fists tightly and shaking his head with a cringed ,twisted and scorned look shrieked “Arhhaaaaiyaaaa”(That’s got to be Piles or is that Bruce Lee style).Things were fine until the Kid decided to show off his latest little ‘gyan’ about Kung Fu. Ahaan kiddo !! That’s not gonna happen!! And I slumped back into my chair much to the disappointment of all.
After the action comes the music and songs.
And so begins the “Sangeeta kacheri” , devotional singing by my two other cousin sisters as they wailed away song after song in different languages. I love music, as in Bollywood music and Akon ;), at least I understand them, but devotional songs and folk songs are a bit too much for me. I can’t make head or tail of anything in devotional song other than the names of gods which popped up every now and then, and folk songs well they are for the folks not me.
I could let down whatever hair I have and do Head banging to ridiculous noise of heavy metal, I could nod my head to the beats of hip hop and say Yo,Yeah, but what was I expected to do for devotional songs and folks?
As everyone just closed their eyes and put on a bright smile as if oozing with spirituality. I just sat there staring at the fan creaking and rotating slowly as if unsure of its purpose on Earth(like you and me) and not knowing what to do closed my eyes and…well….dozed off.
And much much later, after severe elbowing by my sister, I opened my eyes and got a life long supply of “hmph!! Today’s generation, no value for real music, only MTV” look from my father and a “lazy bugger, couldn’t even listen to my daughter singing” look form my uncles and aunts.
As for others they all looked at me just like the way people did when Saurav Ganguly used to get out at cheap scores ,match after match, a disappointed,”Sucker,You’re good for nothing” look.
Well at least I managed to successfully sleep through all that, you Bloody Insomniacs, its 12.40 AM for Dr.Sri Sri Sri.....Sri Ravishankarji's sake!!




Dedicated to all Losers and those of you who were GOOD AT SOMETHING LONG LONG AGO and now fail to lift their Ass off the Computer Chair.
As for those practising even now , STOP insulting the SPIRT OF YOUTH!!
GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!! ;)
PS: Autobiographies suck and Don't mind the post when inviting me to your Bharatnatyam,Karate or Singing Shows.:)
PPS: Are you just as tired as I am of my ‘Disclaimers’, ’Note’ and ‘PS’???????

On a hot Saturday night....

It was 1:30 am on a Saturday night.
His parents after a hard days work were in deep sleep. But he was wide awake.
He was sitting in the living room all alone on the couch with his legs crossed and staring at the flickering TV screen. With great difficulty he had tuned the Channel. He was starting to get addicted to this stuff. Though his friends used to regularly watch and talk about it in school, he wasn’t much interested in watching them. But things changed and may be for his own satisfaction or to keep up with his friends even he started watching them.
Slowly but surely he started getting great pleasures watching those Men and women in action. But these days he was more interested in watching just Women ‘play’ among themselves .He just loved it.
And he continued ogling at those two women, without a blink of an eye. And as things started getting ‘hotter’ he took off his shirt in a jiffy and threw it away not taking his eyes off her. She had grabbed his eyes for sometime now.
Her looks were arresting. Her blonde hair, blue eyes were an added bonus compared to what she was doing in front of him. As she arched her back, her eyes looking up and she moaned “AaaHH”
And the living room was filled with her moans ‘ mmmaah…aahhh hmph aaa arghaa’ and it became louder each time. As it started getting a bit too much he became panicky and started searching for the remote and finally having found it in the middle of cushions ,he fiddled with it to decrease the volume just in time as the other woman screamed “Yeahhh!!”
They had finished, both were sweaty and tired . Disappointed, he changed the channel and switched off the TV and made his way to his bedroom grabbing his shirt.
Damn!! he cursed to himself. He wanted Maria Sharapova to win the Women’s singles Championship in Wimbeldon this time.

Chapter 6: The Baavi!

The classroom was located on the 2nd floor of the school building. No big deal you would say. But the staggaring heaight at which it seemed to be for a 8th grade kid can't be described especially if that kid has a fear of height.
Next to the building was real huge well.Nobody knew how deep, they didn't want to find it out either. But it was a really wide well.And it was called by everyone as THE BAAVI!!!
Away from the huddle around Sabi's desk was Landu( Abhinandan).He was just sitting there watching the Code breaking saga which was followed by houls of laughter of Pikku and Amari.
He also saw small drops of sweat forming on Sabi's temple and running down his sideburns.
He also saw Dummi's eyes moisten as she looked from the Code and back to Sabi's eyes.
Only she knew what Samosa meant for only she knew that every weekend she and Sabi would meet at the Agarwals Chat to eat Samosa Kachuri, it was her favourite. She LOVED SAMOSA and only Sabi knew it.
Soon the howling and lughter of his friends started intimidating Sabi and he rushed out of the classroom. He couldn't take it anymore.
Nobody cared except Landu as he followed Sabi out matching his footsteps as he tried to keep pace and he reached the edge of the Balcony of the 2nd floor and peered down.
The old dark well was lined with creepers and the water seemed calm but it wouldn't for long.
Something snapped in his head as he srushed back to the classroom as fast as he could run.Out of breath ,he was hardly audiable as he panted out " Sabi....SAbi...SAbi Baavige harbitta!!!!!!!!!".(Sabi jumped into the well)
It took 3 of the longest seconds of Landu's life before anyone could react.
It was Mama's turn to sweat.Dumma was sure it was Appu's heart beat which he was hearing and not his empty stomach.Pallu's vuhuhahahah vanished for the 1st time in half an hour.Cango and Swappu shook their head in dissapointment, There may not be any class at all that day.Nari gulped staring at nothing in particular,he was blank.Amari seemed to reflect what was on Pikku's mind as he said "I think we should jump too, anyways we are going to be hanged.Its Murder!!!".Pikku wanted to argue their chances, they could go to court and blame it on Mama.They rushed out of the room.
Behind them , Thump, thump thump,thump, Dummi came running and over took Pikku which shocked him and he increased his speed but by then they had reached the end of the Balcony!! And all looked down the well.The well of Death.
All that was left were ripples on the surface of the water.
And all looked back at Dummi who seemed to have collapsed on the floor, her palms covering her face and the drops of tears started trickiling down her eyes and wetted her skirt.
Finally she got up and looked down the well.All that was left was ripples of her beloved.
They couldn't belive what had happened.Why did he do that, how could he??As Pikku and Amari contemplated who would jump in 1st.
Suddenly a hand touched Mama's shoulder and pulled him back.
Eh?? En nodta idira elaru" he asked ( What are you guys looking at?)
And all turned back sharply.It was the same nose, the same eyes, the same face.Sabi's face.
"OH MY GOD! GHOST!!!" shrieked Appu
As Congo and swappu started contemplating the impossibility of a Ghost appearing so fast.
He spoke again "En Ghost??Gubaal gala"( What Ghosts? Idiots) and stomped away in his usual style swing his hands at 160 deg. angle.

All Looked at him bewildered, What the HECK??
And thus all the 8 pair of eyes stared back frowning with anger at Landu!!!
All he could manage was a sheepish grin and say "It was just a stone.I thought it would be funny,eh?I guess not" and he sprinted back to the safety of the classroom before he could be trashed by everyone.
As Dummi smiled to herself, Amari couldn't help but wonder how anyone could be so scared as to pee in their skirt a moment ago and then still manage to smile??? Ahh She is such a weirdo!!!

Mama could smell the Samosa as he narrated the Baavi story to Abhishek who was trying to remove a old Ferrari sticker from the box.

Note : Sorry for so many Dreams and Flashbacks.Nothing worth writing happening these days!!

Chapter 5: The Tale of a Pencil Box

On the dusted old shelf was an old rusted pencil box.And it cought the eyes of Sheki who was on his way to bathroom( he was in an unusual hurry).Coming out he took the box which he vivdly remembered stealing an eraser from.
Back to the living room he sat amongst others and painfully tried to open the rusted box.After much try it gave way and it opened.It cought Mama’s eye.And the memories of it came flooding back to Sabi.
Years back it was the very same box from which Mama revealed a really big secret and the way he revealed he was a sure shot detective in the making.
It was Lunch break and it was the time when Sabi used to gobble up his lunch fast, along with Bendhu(Shubendu) and head out to play the additional 25 minutes.
Nobody knew how it all began but just as he left half a dozen guys and gals in their sweaty uniforms huddled arouthe box.It was a regular pencil box with a soft sponge sheet to give bedding to the pencils and pens.But there was no eraser in the lot as Sabi was really pissed off at the growing number of eraser thefts, he stopped bringing it altogether.
But who cared if he brought an eraser or not.
What laid beneath the sponge covering was what mattered.
And then Mama ever so cautiously and gingerly removed all the pens and pencils one by one.
And all waited with bated heart as Mama slowly opened the sponge layer.
What they saw inside did not make sense to anyone. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!! SABI HAS GONE NUTS!!! Was the first reactions. Nari(Nihar) started running his brilliant cunning brain but even it could not come up with anything reasonable to describe what was in front of their eyes. No it was not a picture of alien chik in bed.
Scribbled badly with a ball pen with great difficulty on floor of the metallic box was a CODE!!
Now not even the smartest 7th grade kid will have it easy cracking this CODE with series of random numbers!!
All hated Maths and this thing was all numbers.All started concentrating hard.Nari staring intently at the digits as if trying to hypnotise them and make them speak out their true meaning, pallu giggling vuhuhahaha in an attempt to make the digits LOL and tell the meaning( reverse phschology you see ;)) and appu shaking her head sideways left, right and her hair neatly tied in two plaits ,which were flying and swinging in every direction and hitting Dumma(Sanith) all over his face( I cant tell you what was going on in his head). But none were smart enough, not even the reliable Swappu(swaroop) or the intelligent Cango(kumar), while Amari(Amarnath) and pikku were seriously pissed off that sabi had finished off lunch before them and so would have an advantage in the game( will be revealed later) and so were just waiting like hungry vultures for someone else to break the CODE so that get right back at Sabi!!
As the time ticked and with no breaktrough the gals were beginning to panic which evident by increased giggling of pallu and appu who was smiling and increasing the speed of shaking her head resulting in more smacks on Dumma’s face.
And the woes only escalated with the arrival of Dummi( Sanjana, No she has got nothing to do with Dumma :P )
As she came through the door and noticed the huddle, her instincts smelled something, GOSSIP ,she loved it and headed their way to get into action.
Thump thump ,her footsteps reached Mama’s ear and he looked at her. There was strong rumours of Sabi having a crush on her so he looked back at the code.
And then as Sanjana alias Dummi made her way and pushed poor pikku and amari aside to get a better look which angered Amari no end and he tightened his grip on one of Sabi’s pen ready to poke her but Pikku grabbed back the pen and said in a stern voice “Dude, You’ll break the pen!!” And they somehow managed to get back into huddle.
As mama concentrated hard ,Pikku and Amari ran out of patience, nari started looking out at the door to fore warn arrival of Sabi, Pallu giggled on,Swapu and Cango started adding,subtracting,dividing and multiplying in order to get anything sensible,Appu continued shaking her head and swing her hairs and Dumma continued getting smacked on his face by her plaits( he hated the oil in her hairs, otherwise he was fine) and just sat listening to her heartbeat which he later realized was his stomach groaning as he had left his lunch midway.
And finally the hard work payed off as Mama proclaimed “I cracked it!! Each number stands for a letter, I saw this code in the newspaper last week”. He took the pen from Pikku’s hand and tore out a sheet of paper from Sabi’s book and wrote down all the letters in English on one side and alpbhabets next to them.
A-1
B-2
C-3
.
.
.
Z-26
He scribbled the Code below it as Pikku,Amari,Nari,Swappu,Congo,Dumma,Appu,Pallu and Dummi(who had no clue what was happening) looked on waiting…

9 - 12 15 22 5 - 19 1 13 15 19 1

And Mama began

9=I

12 15 22 5 = L o v e!!! Yeah….. Muhuhahaa!! Mama knew what was coming!!

They all knew what was coming, they just knew it,It got to be her, they knew it, Appu and Pallu couldn’t wait to see Dummi's face, Nari and Dumma couldn’t wait to spread the word, Pikku and Amari’s smart brains started scheming how to make Sabi’s day miserable, Mama was already proud to be the Decetive in the making,as for Swappu and Congo, they couldn’t wait for the class to begin!!

19 1 13 15 19 1 = S A … " N J A...Yeah Yeah its her.. " they crooned. But Mama was the 1st one to notice that something was terribly wrong.

The code translated into "I L O V E S A M O S A"

Damn! Damn! Fuck! Shit!! They cried in disappointment as Sabi came back to class after having a tough match of “POLE to POLE”( evovled from TREE to TREE and its a very tough game ,trust me :P!) and was surprised to see all the crownd around his desk.
And Pikku and Amari started laughing and teasing “You love Samosa... You love Samosa…hahahahaa”
And Sabi shrieked “Arghaaa…!!!!!!!!!!” and he was as red as a tomato.
Now back in Sabi’s drawing room he grabbed the box and 3 pairs of strong hands grabbed it back and all had a good look at the smudged and fading ‘code’ etched out on Sabi’s Pencil Box some 7 years back may be for the last time......

To be continued........


Disclaimer: I can't stress how fictional this is. Parental guidance advised for use of abusive languages! Crap!!

Chapter 4 :A B Sheki from Mumbai,Mind IT!!

Kill them!! Kill them!! Yeah!!Yuhoo!!And all danced like Tribals in a remote island of Andamans.
This was no scene of US soldiers in Iraq or Power hungry goons in civil war torn Nigeria.
This is what some of the best brains did while playing DOTA or War Games sitting in their dark and dirty hostel which was disturbingly named “Gajagamini”, in NITK Surathkal.
And miles away from all the action Sheki just couldn’t resist the temptation to go ‘Ratattaaaa’ on the keyboard as he looked closely at the invading alien like army ( He also missed the small mouse in his room which loved his socks). Seriously disturbed by the “Hey shona” song which he was forcefully made to play in the background, Sheki lost the 3rd straight game, this just wasn’t his day and he closed the laptop and mocked throwing it away much to despair of Sabi.
He had big plans for the 3 days of holidays he was spending in Mysore instead of at his home in Mumbai( bugger!! swictches loyalities like he changes cities, Fan of Mumbai Indians, Not that we support RC!!) . But like most plans it was showing signs of flopping .All he had done in the last 12 hours 36 minutes 12 seconds of his stay in Mysore was drink 4 glasses of coke, eat 3 chips(exactly, Mama didn’t believe in sharing equally in matters of food) ,browse through some useless Chinese website to get the key gen of a latest antivirus, getting pissed at Pikku for reminding everyone of Lobo(she is his classmate) and hearing all sorts of true and cooked up stories about him and her that they came to know from his arch nemesis Congo who was in the same hostel and class and reassuring everyone for the 563rd time that she had ditched him long back( Coz he sucked at dancing with her, actually he sucked at dancing alone too) and sleeping in this favorite Blue t-shirt with a Mermaid on it which said “ I am an amphibian” which more or less explained the drowning sensation he felt whenever in the presence of gals and still managing to survive and live another day. All the Marijuana and the clean Vodka’s couldn’t help to maintain the same confidence which he felt on the pixels of his computer screen as he would often be heard yelling “ Don’t take advantage of me!!!!” whenever stoned with Vodka, in other words, he felt more insecure when drunk!!
So in order to make his long journey in a AC bus(the bearded guy next to him did look like Osama) worthwhile he asked Sabi(the official Manager of the Gang) to arrange a small reunion of all school friends who are now in Mysore( Most would be as it was Holidays)
Though he often claims to be pissed off by all the Gossip ,deep down he just loved it and what better way then a reunion to get all the news and gossip to make his day and in any case Reunion meant Gals and he never complained when it came to Gals, more the merrier!!!
But the best part was, he would get to meet her,see her . It was all worth it!!!
He just loved the ignorance that the other guys were living in about his 1st crush in school. He was happy Pikku had no clue who she was, let him talk about the stupid Lobo for the rest of his life!!
Ha!! He breathed out in relief! (regretted it soon and walked to bathroom to brush his teeth!!)

Disclaimer:This is very Fictional,in fact this is the height of Fiction!!

Chapter 3: Mamaa Miaaa

Arun Ghostrided himself, he was right about his friends believing his lame excuse, but not when it came to Mama.
After all Mama unlike others was the most experienced when it came to matters of Love.
He was been there done that (wrongly, very wrongly) guy in matters of love. After all, it all really began with him.
Just imagine what would happen to Devdas if he chose to stuff himself with food instead of Alcohol!!
Probably Mama is what you would end up with!! As he himself says, she is the only one he ever loved (more than food i.e.).
From just admiring her, trying to talk to her, running away from her on Raksha bandhan day to proposing her in the presence of one and all, he had done it all!!
Taking advice from his loser friends he really didn’t manage to succeed in wooing her.
But he never stopped thinking about her while listening to RHTDM or Aryaa( ‘Feel my love’ plays even now….even his computer speakers are tired of it). He was the guy who truly loved.
But as days passed and as she had moved on, quite far( not geographically), may be too far and time had come for him to move on too.
Flashback.
On Jan 1st 2008
He was on his way back after having a plate of awesome Gobi from his favorite stall(any stall which has food is his favorite actually). He had this really tough internals the next day. He wanted to study, he had to, but day dreaming about her didn’t help matters.
Walking on the muddy footpath, he decided to have a new year resolution, in fact two resolutions,
1) I need to cut down on eating outside (that was achievable, considering the PEER pressure these days ;) ).
2) Forget her once and for all, there was no other way( ummm….thats…well….ummmm….NO COMMENTS)!!!
Yeah he knew he could do it. He promised himself so and walked on towards his house. “I need to concentrate on other things, from this moment on, I will no longer think about her or Gobi” he mentally repeated those words.
As he approached the junction where the roads from different directions met……., “If only I could meet her” he thought and immediately snapped his head, he had to keep his mind off her, reminding of the promise he made to himself 2 seconds ago.
He first looked right then left then right again just like he had been doing since childhood as he was thought to do every time before crossing the road.
And as he looked right, the one last time. It happened. His heart skipped a beat.( No it was not the choelstrol) There came a blue Scooty pep ,it was coming very slowly, with the right side indicator still beeping, may be she forgot to switch it off. There she was in front of him. Just 5 seconds after he had made a resolution to forget her.( Ya Life eijj Haard!!)
And she slowly came near him but she didn’t look at him, it was difficult to tell, her eyes behind those dark driving shades contrast to her fair skin, she looked like an angel out of a fairy tale.( well an angel with a white stick, if u ask me, those dark shades are for the blind !!!)
He wanted to wave to her, but like always he couldn’t. But why wasn’t she even looking he wondered, after all you can’t miss someone as big (he did have another 2 plates of Gobi , which was not mention earlier), but she did not, she didn’t seem to care!
As she zoomed past, her loose hair flying and waving behind, her delicate but firm hands on the accelerator .And then she slows down (her hairs fighting to maintain the zero gravity they were enjoying) , for a split second it seemed as though she had see him, but it was just the hump, as she carefully drove over it, as if not to hurt the hump.
Standing at the edge of the road he just couldn’t take his eyes off her( same was the case with the guy who was frying dry gobies),his mouth open, his heart wildly pumping as he kept looking at her till she disappeared.( Actually he had forgotten his glasses at home so it kind of looked as if she disappeared.) Screw the Promise. He was in love all over again!!
Even God wasn’t willing to let this love story get over so easily!!
Then out of the blue,
THUD!!!!!!!
He was hit!!









Actually it was just Sheki in blue T shirt(it had a Mermaid on it!! Dude, WTF!!), as he back slapped him again , “Now what the hell are you day dreaming about?? “, he asked.
Mama could only smile as he grabbed the pack of chips from Pikku( That’s me, That’s me!! I am there in the story too…yuhooo!!! :P) and continued munching the chilly and spicy Potato chips!! Yummy!! ;)

Chapter 2: Arun speaks

This is the part 2 of the previous post i.e. “In sabi’s dream” .The following event take place right after Sabi wakes up!


It was 10:05 on the grandfather clock that was ticking on the wall as they surrounded Sabi to listen to his story( Children listen to tales before going to sleep ,but we do it when we wake up) .
As Sabi started explaining in detail the dream , everyone giggled( that’s so girlie) followed up with laughter. But I wasn’t in a mood to giggle, I just smiled. Something tugged at my heart as I
heard Sabi. It made me wonder about her, what could she be doing?? I just wanted to be with her.
But here I was stuck with these great but stupid friends,
Pikku ,who would do nothing else other than writing stupid blogs and expect me to read and comment on them every 2nd day. I rather read read my F**kin textbooks !!!!
Mama, who had just woke 10 minutes ago and was savoring a pack of potato chips!!! I am just amazed by Mama’s appetite, shocking because I am hardly overweight and on top of that I do dieting!!
Sabi , he didn’t know who Salma Hayek was!! Who the F*ck doesn’t know Salma Hayek?!How is that even possible??
Sheki , should have been called pshychi ,who addresses himself as “hum” as if he is the Maharaja of Bengal!!Duh!
But Alas!! I was stuck here with these Morons, but strangely I love to be with them, they are my best buddies afteral!!
But today I just wanted to get away, meet X, be with her!! And started thinking of an excuse to get away.
But then I remembered that X was going out with that other guy, the stud, from the college.
“Fuck!!Fuck!!Fuck!!” I cursed more to myself at my rotten luck!!
I still remembered the 1st day at college, X was sitting on the next bench and I kept peeping to get a better look at her.And I kept doing that,couldn't help it. But sitting next to her was the bespectacled gal Y who used to respond to my stares from behind her dark solaroid glasses instead of X. Boy! Did that piss me off, but somehow surprisingly our relationship grew ( i.e. me and Y) from long stares to Hi to Honey!!!
So now I started thinking about Y, all the time I had spent with her, the things I had lovingly gifted her and her rotten choice!! As she had now started going out with another guy who is as fit as an old gorilla and good enough to sell groundnuts in a railway station. She deserved someone better not the Jackass that Groundnut seller was.
All I could do was shake my head and sigh at my f*cked up luck as I fiddled with my brand new swanky iPhone.
And as though she had heard me,the iPhone beeped, it was an sms from Y and it read “cum home honey, wanna talk to you. I just hate him :( :x ”(him is Groundnut seller).Well what was that supposed to mean? She hated him, great,now does that mean she loves me?? What the heck? Its a start!!
Ah I was elated!! The smile was back on my face as I sped away on my bike,my smart head had come up with a wonderful excuse as I had told everyone that I had to drop my father to the railway station and would be back later!! I knew they would bite it; I wasn’t really a Moran after all!! ;) Muhuhahaha!!
And I drove along at top speed on the Double Road imagining myself to be the Ghostrider(guy with a flaming skull and bike). A few flames here and there would do the trick.But flame on my hairs was certainly not aaceptable, those are my precicous little HAIRS!!!

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“This is a Fictional story any reference or resemblance to people Laughing or Angry is purely coincidence, No Offence to anyone!!!”
This is first person P.O.V!!
For those who don't know ,take X and Y as unknown mathematical terms! No sweat!;)

Chapter 1: In Sabi's dream

He was just sitting on his bike listening to his fav. song “hey shona”(from Tararumpum) on his iPod under the cool shade of a tree near the parking lot waiting for his friends to come out of the exam hall. He was the first one out.
"Listening to ‘hey shona’ again??" she asked.

She looked just as pretty in her uniform as she did at other times and she made his heart beat the same way as he looked at her and nodded.

"Swalpa jaaga kodo,naanu koothkotini" she asked (and sat behind him on his bike).
As the crowd of studious moronic students slowly started trickling out of the building, discussing their answers and all had to forcefully get back to their discussing as no one could take their eyes off her. Many didn’t even know her name and code named her ‘figure’ and him as ‘Lucky Bastard’. As she sat near him,he could smell her perfume inspite of his blocked nose. He knew she would be the one if there ever was a female version of AXE spray.

"You always listen to this song. Don’t you?" She asked and gently removed a earphone from his ears and put it into hers and started humming the lines. Just like he always imagined.

"Yeah,always. My friends have got cooked up listening to it". Desperately wanting to impress her, he said “My bike says it’s feeling really good". He knew he could have said something more stupid and cliché than that!

She made a face as if she didn’t get it. He smiled and replied "Well, if someone as pretty as you is seated on it, who wouldn’t feel good?"

She was surprised and laughed aloud. And turned to him, smiled and then crooned “eh Sabi yeddelooo". Hearing her speak kannada in gruff voice was all contrast to her usual sweet voice.

"Eai Sabi....yeddelo saaku!!" Eh? What the hell?. He shuddered and remained speechless looking really confused at her beautiful eyes, snaps of which he had stored secretly in his laptop.

Then she got down from his bike and started shaking him and even more gruffly yelling “yeddeloo sabi”, she had never called him Sabi before, how did she know??
And slowly she blurred out, but the shaking and voices continued as his friends tried desperately to wake him up.”Yeddelo jackass” said ‘kinda arun’(aka Moran alias Arun) .
He wanted to strangle them, Kick them...but hopelessly he could do none. It was 10 AM on a Sunday morning, they all had a night out in his place the previous night.

P.S: this is a mix of Fact and Fiction. So gals if you were dissapointed that sabi is dreamin about some one else, don't worry you still got chance!!
If you don't know sabi, dont worry, its ok!!

tagged

I Tag self!!

1. Were you named after anyone?
Yes. God himself ;)!

2. Do you wish on stars?
Can we?? Sure thing tonight!

3. When did you last cry?
At the terrible marks in PU. Long time ago,things have worsened now :P

4. Do you like your handwriting?
Ya but no else except me does.

5. What is your favorite meat?
Shaantam Papam. I am a veg :)

6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?
Useless bunch of outdated CDs given by NIIT.

7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
YEAH!!!

8.Are you a daredevil?
Nah. But I had a cycle by the name Devil and it was daring too.

9. How do you release anger?
Putting on a Sarcastic expression.

10. Where is your second home?
My Grandpa’s home in Coorg.

11. Do you trust others easily?
Ya I do.

12. What was your favorite toy as a child?
My Cycle and other Kids, Vodoo !!Me the Monster Kid Muhauahaha.

13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?
Classes from 9 AM to 3 PM.

14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Ya I do but no one makes out though :P

15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
Eh? WTF is that??

16.What do you look for in a guy/(gal)?
Attitude ,sense of humor and many other things ;)

17. Would you bungee jump?
Never!! What if my body splits in 2 ,upper down and lower up?

18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
I only untie them when I wear the shoes and tie them back ofcourse

19.what's your favorite ice cream?
Vanila.

20. What are your favorite colors?
Blue and Black.

21. What are your least favorite things?
Any boring and non creative work is my least favorite.

22. How many people do you have a crush on right now?
Ummm….counting….counting…counting….but ya many have crush on me :P

23. Who do you miss most right now?
Many stuff you do in childhood.

24. What are you listening to right now?
Songs, the hammering sound from the neighbourhood.

25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
I don’t want to be crayon.Talk of wax model

26. What is the weather like right now?
Hott.

27. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My friend and ‘tution teacher’ Jayanth;)


28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Eyes. Next is Smile. Next is ….

29. How are you today?
As usual Unusual.

30. Favorite non alcoholic drink?
Fruit Juice. I like Mango,Bannana milkshake or Watermelon.

31. Favorite alcoholic drink?
Tea coffee ??

32. Natural hair color?
Black.

33. Eye color?
Black.

34. Wear contacts?
Nope. But I have many contacts :P

35. Siblings?
A dangerous elder sister.

36. Favorite month?
April, everyone likes it.

37.Favorite food?
North Indian, curd rice ;)

38. Favorite day of the year?
April 16.My b’day.

39. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?
Yes. In fact I am very shy to ask anyone out

40. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy Endings for Scary movies. Scary movies are funny actually.

41. Summer or winter?
Winter. Not that it matters here in Mysore.

42. Holi or Diwali?
Holi

43. Do you like your name?
Hmmm...yaa…..

44. What book/magazine are you reading?
Finished 3 Mistakes of my life , now reading Electronics notes.

45. What's on your mouse pad?
Cup of tea, and mouse just hit it and it spilled all over my keyboard which got short circuited….blah blah blah..

46. What did you watch on TV last night?
Jo jeeta wohi superstar on Star.

47. Favorite Smell?
Smell is smelly.Aroma is good ;)

48. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone?
Nope. Coz the getting together thing itself never happened

49. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done?
Answering this tag.

50.Who do you tag next?
I Tag Jayanth,Vivek,Abhinav,Abhishek,Bharath
Rini

of Bond,Don,IPL and Goodtimes

In a posh Club House in a remote corner of Mysore. As revelers from around the world had gathered to celebrate the 1st and the only victory in the IPL of the Vijay Mallya owned team The Royal Challengers .
“Aree devaanoon mujhe pehchaanon…kahan se ayaa …main hoon Bond, James Bond”.
Said the guy in a expensive velvet black Tuxedo with his arms spread out as he entered the ball room.
All the guys and the gals in the room looked up at him, the gals kept looking a little longer, they couldn’t help it. His masculine body, his broad shoulders, clean shaven face, with deep blue eyes was just irresistible as they swooned around him. As the music began in the ball room.
“Duniyaan mein logoon ne...”and the Bond sang along. As he and the gals swooned and danced. As for the guys, including the Mr. Mallya who wore a pissed off look for most of the IPL finally had this sense of deep relief after winning a match started checking out the skimpily dressed cheer gals he bought all the way from US, dance around this guy Mr.Bond(who was newly signed by MR.Mallya as RC's new Brand Ambassodor) saying “ huttidaree kannada nadali hutta beku, madve adare James Bond ne agabeku”.(If ur born u shud do so in Karnataka,If u wanna get married,you shud marry JAmes bond)
But Good Times don’t last long. The music stopped( much to relief of Mr.Mallya who was starting to get his “pissed off look” back)as abruptly as the arrival of Bond himself.
Caught up in the middle of a really difficult dance steps some of the cheer gals lost balance and fell, as the angry Bond looked the for the source to this untoward incident.
And then there arrived another guy in a better tuxedo , he was brawn, his black shades covered his otherwise sharp brown eyes as he walked in with petty gals dressed in their golden but stupid looking helmet on their heads clinging to him by the side .He gave a naughty dimpled smile to the cheer gals who had fell down and took out his gun which had an attached silencer, took a aim at the ‘Bhang drunk’ James Bond .’shhhDiskaaavoonsshh ’a muffled bullet was fired and it hit Bond squarely on the chest as he fell down with a thud.
And as the gals shrieked and ran to corners and hid behind the brooding but fat enough to cover their ass Mr.Mallya, the guy with pretty gals wearing helmets swinged his gun and brings it closer to his lips and blows the smoke coming out from the gun’s nozzel.
And then with the same naughty dimpled smile ,he proclaims, “Name is d…d…d..Don, simply…. d..d…d…Don!! Saale mera line copy karta hein huh Bondi??”
And the gals go weak in their knees again and start swooning around him.
And the music begins again….this time in bengali ..”Korbo lorbo jeethbo ree….All the Kings men we rule!!”
And Mr. Mallya is pissed off again as he yelled out at the new Team Manager Mr.Patel ,"Who the Hell invited this guy???”. As Mr. Patel meekly replied “Sir, due to falling popularity of our team we signed him as our Brand Ambassador aswell and named him King of GoodTimes!!!"
And thus Mr.Mallya fired Mr.Patel too claiming he was kept out of it and had no role in selecting the Brand Amassodors too to the media!!

3 mistakes of my life- Review

Stop readin this stupid review and catch the book!!
Funny,witty,dark, 95 Rs what more can you ask for??
3 stars for 3 mistakes and 1 for Chetan bhagat
My Ratings(making it sound like a film critc) - 4/5

And if you didn't make sense of who is chetan Bhagat or whats 3 mistakes, Nevermind, Duh!!

when Devdas Raps

Devdas :Ahem Ahem
I dont know what to write,
Not coz am not that bright
but just am not so tight!!;)

I wonder what to post after days,
My imaginations are gone without a trace,
all the alchohol and 'sharaab' are a waste!!


Paaro: Waah Waah Subaan allah!!! :D

Crowd: Once more!!*Hoot* *Hoot*

You: Arghaaaaa.....NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Devdas: Muhuhahahahaaa( his Trademark Evil Laugh )

Ahem Ahem....(and he goes on)