of undies and faggots

Dear Guys
Some of you are not used to wash even your under garments but here the washing people are women they feel awkward to touch all these things. And you are placing them in the tray where the others keep their cloth which makes everybody to feel uneasy in the boys hostel. Please be aware of this issue even it has come in the complaint file which makes ashamed of ourselves before the gays.


Regards
Noel

the above is a mail that was sent by our warden to all the boys. heh...

i live in kumbalgudu.
and i am loving it.

Amusing classmates, remarkable faculty, inspiring associate dean, beautiful campus, noteworthy guest lecturers, breathtaking view, interesting assignments, watching movies as part of the curriculum, daily news quiz, Table tennis, flexible in-times at the hostel, scrumptious hostel food (sometimes oxymorons do exist) – that, ladies and gentlemen, is IIJNM for me. And I thought Utopia was fictional!!

so yeah...as i said, i have amusing classmates who ask amusing questions in class.
like for example we had a class on international news today and this kid asks

sir, why is england part of europe when it is so far away from the rest of europe?

and then there was this other kid who asks

if i have taken international reporting as my elective, do i have to go abroad for my internship??

hmhm...all i can say is "NO Comments!"

nebulous universe

Chaos, love can only be created out of chaos. No love can be created out of order. This is the story about the intricate play of chaos. The mysterious ways of the universe can only be sensed by the insane. So, to follow this story you have to use the insanity that lies in you.
There is a difference between passion and illusion of passion. Both to the beholder feels the same. But passion can be realized by the insane while the later can be realized only by the sane. Every love story is a cliché. Every hate story is unique in its own way. But this story begins with a ultra cosmic word called “blog’.
FATE
I was baffled to know the truth about this mantra. I promised myself that I would try it myself. I never had any idea of what the universe had planned for a fool like me.
The journey begins when the atoms are at their lethargic best. I was passing my time by looking out into pod of boiling water. There was a man outside my door shouting an invitation to all the magicians for a local competition. I always liked to make other wizards look foolish. This was just another opportunity to show off how could I ever let it go. Now , when I think of it wish I had the power of clairvoyance.
At the competition I dazzled everyone by my MAYA. I created worlds and creatures that ever unseen by the human eye. Everyone wanted to be my friend, to know what was the secret behind my ‘magic’. Among my admirers, there was a person by the name of PROTO ( the catalyst).
Proto had no skill for magic. The only skill he possessed was making friends. Life is weird and my friend proto was weirder.
I wanted to show of all the crapy illusions on my blog.
One day ,out of nowhere I asked out of nowhere I asked proto “ hey do know anything about blog”
Proto looked at me incredulously. I knew at that moment what kind of a moron he really was. But then again the universe assigned him the role of a catalyst.
“ I know a friend who blogs”. ( first move of fate)
(( slowly, the darkness grows upon me. There is no escape. As far I can I see there is nothing but infinite darkness. There is unnamed feeling within me, which cannot be described. As if everything I ever wanted I lost in an abyss.
Slowly I start falling deeper and deeper. The pain is beyond endure. nothing can save me because I am fated to be doomed.
Day and night I feel the despair. My heart is broken by reality beyond repair. How can god be so cruel to me. Only my end will set me free. But then again you came along and made me think everything I thought about life was all wrong.)) AK

Phew!!!

Someone actually landed on my blog after googling for "Nadal kept scratching his ass".

Why oh why

This woman has loads of guts... and they are saying she is mentally unstable...sheesh..sometimes indians disgust me. the vhp apparently wants to arrest her on grounds of public display of vulgarity. this extreme double sidedness is extremely irksome. so a man walks semi nude on the streets and people don't even raise an eyebrow, but a woman..oh my god!!! how can she...does she have no shame...no morals???

what i say is arrest salman khan first. and then talk..

a few random thoughts now

i wonder why they make such a huge fuss over nudity...and sex...is there anything wrong with either of them???

why are artists being arrested for painting gods in the nude when they do appear in the nude in all our temple sculptures. whatever happened to freedom of expression. why arrest them when there are so many other worse off criminals waiting to be punished

why is nobody commenting on my blogs???

movie reccomendation : goodfellas....its a martin scorcese movie..so i guess thats enough said

queries now...will be going to blore in a few days...so all u hostelites out there who visit my blog...any thing that i MUST take that i might have missed out on???

Hurray

So we landed a jobe with Chennaionline.
and now we are being paid to write..our dream is slowly coming true. the pay isn't much but the satisfaction is ample.

we got free passes to a play called "seeds and flowers" and we had to review it. we got to see k.balachander and several other tv artistes who were very nice to us. so here os the review
read and comment pliss.

My brother Shanky

It’s been quite a long long while that I have been thinking of blogging about my brother – truly one of the most colourful characters in my life. It was just the fact that it would turn out to be a really long post that kept me from the task. But now that I have finally managed to vanquish the demon called indolence, I shall proceed to give a semi- biography of my bhai.

Viswanath aka shankar aka shanky aka skunker aka bum aka boy aka idiot aka monkey aka……the list is quite exhaustive. On his special request, we shall stick to shanky. So shanky is a funny boy. He sings while he is shitting. And that too original compositions. Well, not exactly original. He is kinda like the Anu Mallik of the family. All his numbers are heavily inspired from other songs..and most often Bhajans.

Then, he shakes his ass to the tunes of cap-man,. Yup aap ka suroor. And he does the nasal twang really well too. He gets emotionally upset if sachin doesn’t perform well or federer loses to nadal. He loves to irritate me.

And most importantly, he is the most narcissistic person in my life. Thinks he is the John Abraham of the south. Or the george Clooney. Wait, he doesn’t know who Clooney is. So Johnny boy it is. Or naa…lets make it SRK. A die hard SRK fan he be. He has arguments with another of his friends over who is better, Hrithik or Shahrukh. He even composed an anti Hrithik song which goes something like

Hrithik roshan
Chaddi mein poshan
Mooh mein motion
Ya di da…..

And ya, lets get back to his obsession with looks. You would think I would spend more time infront of the mirror than he would. But naa. You are wrong. He spends 19 hours and 34 minutes a day in front of the mirror. He spends like Rs.967 a week on hair gels and other embellishments. He pierces his ear and tries out my ear rings. He applies Fair and Handsome. I swear he does. And worst of all, he has no girlfriend. And not a single crush till now.. sometimes it makes me wonder.

And he is bloody talented as well. He writes real good poetry as well. Here is a sample

Nature is fun
Provided there are no guns
It’s full of greenery
And it’s a wonderful scenery

When the sun rises in the day
Every man is GAY
Yada yada…….

Heh…yeah…I didn’t make up that poem. He actually wrote it.
And then what else do I say about this shanky. He obsesses with CS(counterstrike).
Here is a conversation I had with him:

Me: Oi. Don’t do C.A. if you are not interested
Him: then what should I do?
Me: do something you are passionate about
Him: I am only passionate about CS
Me: ok. Get into game designing then
Him: what does that involve?
Me: you have to design games like CS
Him: na.. I don’t want to design. I just want to play. Give me money for playing and I’ll be really happy.

Go figure!!!

My daddy strongest

Appa is the best...There is soo much to write about him but words seem inadequate. so i shall suffice with "i love you appa"..

p.s. for all those who don't already know, today is father's day

Enough of words..

Was walking in gopalapuram when i suddenly saw the above...hmhmhm thought i...do they stitch salwar kurtas for houses...then read the fine print on the left..now i am enlightened.



had gone to subway with N. and we saw this incredibly funny uniform.. pink!!!! yeah!!and for guys!!!heh




train journeys sure are interesting. especially when you have a sadhuji sitting in the same cooupe as you. why does this pic remind me of swades.. and why isn't ashutosh gowarikar making any more movies???

Tribute to a dog lover

So one of my uncle's asked me and athimber to help him out with a write up.. a note of appreciation to his dog-lover dost. me and athimber wrote two seperate pieces. and here's the result. btw, i wrote the essay keeping my athimber himself in mind cos he has an adorable doggie called chapro..black labrador.extremely fat. extremely lazy.

anyhow, here is the mail. verbatim:

Here are the two entries. one is informal(shilpa’s) while the other is more formal(mine) in it’s approach. Like a good boss, I am sure you will discard both take the essence and send your note.

FORMAL:

Loyalty runs deep in this relationship between the master and the pet. This is a relationship of unconditional love. This is a relationship in which neither of them expect anything in return. This relationship always stands the test of time and indeed reinforces in adversities. True are the bonds that only grow in strength with the passage of time. This is a relationship which is envious in the eyes of fellow human beings who sometimes wish if they could be the pet themselves. In this materialistic world, this is the strongest relationship with zero investment except your true love. Well sir, this is how I view a pet master relationship. If at all you need to modify, I am sure it will be in the upward side. None of these words can be deleted but only replaced. I met you only a month ago and I must say that I am truly impressed by your commitment and relationship with your pets. I hope our relationship will find a pedestal if not on equal terms but atleast just below what is being enjoyed by your doggy love. I am sure our bond of friendship will be true to those words expressed above.


INFORMAL:

Labrador pup: Rs. 5,000
Pedigree dog feed: Rs. 300
Imported leash: Rs.990
The happiness in my tummy when I watch you playing with your dogs: Priceless

The best things in life do come for free, though I do value my MasterCard. And one of the things that never cease to amaze me is how much you can love an animal. I am no animal-hater myself, but I find it difficult to fathom a situation where an animal might mean as much to me as it does to you. And I immensely admire you for that. There have been times I have wanted to meet you just to watch you play with your dogs, cuddle them, fondle them, fight with them, scratch their bellies, talk to them, sing to them – just be with them. The joy on the faces of these dogs is enough to keep me going for a long long while. It’s chiefly due to you that I have a renewed sense of respect for dogs. i get great pleasure out of watching their antics at work and I thank you for this escape from my mundane life. Finally, I would like to tell you that the one thing that always fills me with an inner sense of peace is when I see you on an armchair, reading a book, surrounded on all four sides by tommy, honey, ceaser and whisky.

(athimber, if u happen to use any of my lines, I am hoping for a puppy in return. Maybe not now, but definitely when I start living on my own. – shilpa.)




p.s. thats the pic of athimber and doggie chapro

lucky number 55

we just noticed that we have passed our golden jubilee...but we dont like gold much..we like oxidised gold better. and so we celebrate our 55th post as our oxidised gold jubilee. readers are requested to send oxidised gold to:
p.o.box 49753702630254955205629,
heaven's kitchen.

and ya...we wouldn't mind the stuff sheetal mallar wears in that ad..collection g me thinks...

I would

Rather be Jack of all trades rather than master of just one.

Pathway to paradise

Sense & (In) Sensibility

Every morning as I sit down with my cup of tea and the daily newspaper, the headlines that most often stare back at me go something like “Ash-Abhi tie the knot today”, “Richard Gere kisses Shilpa Shetty”, “Boy falls into pit – Rescue operations underway”. Meanwhile, on page 6, in microscopic print is a small article about a woman who has been brutally gang raped and paraded naked throughout her village in Maharashtra. The Abhiwarya wedding manages to sustain national attention for an entire week while the rape case is conveniently forgotten in a day.

This brings us to one of the pressing problems facing media today. Sensationalism. Tune into any of the twenty four hour news channels and all you get to see is the scene at Jalsa or Jhanvi Kapoor declaring to all and sundry that Abhishek Bachhan is her lover. In other news we have repeated telecast of the infamous Richard Gere – Shilpa Shetty kiss, which seems to have instigated protests from every corner of the country. If not that, we have live coverage of the young boy who has had the misfortune of falling into a drainage pit. The rescue operations are a reality show in themselves and last for hours at a stretch.

Media, today, also seems to have a new-found obsession with the F word – Food, Fashion and Films. Film critics haven’t had it better with each channel having a panel of it’s own to autopsy every new release. Fashion weeks are covered with great gusto and wardrobe malfunctions can transform you from a non-entity into a celebrity – as has been seen in the case of Carol Gracias. And much to the epicurean’s delight, news channels have daily programmes where famous chefs cook up exotic gastronomic delights.

The fourth estate has as its primary duty, the delivery of an impartial outlook on the current news. However, what is happening is quite to the contrary. Not only is the media being biased in its coverage, it is also sidelining important news while paying undue attention to the frivolous.

The police too seem to act hand in glove with the media. Little wonder that the security measures for the Bachhan wedding were close to Z class and the entire Mumbai police force was engaged in a hunt for the missing cell phone belonging to famous politician Vinod Khanna’s son. Meanwhile the same police refused to register complaints from rape victims and have blissfully ignored the complaints of the parents of the children who went missing in the Nithari case. Had the Noida police paid even a little heed to the laments of the poor parents, many innocent lives could have been saved.

This brings us to another lacuna in our society. Ours is a society where money speaks and when it speaks there are no deaf ears. Every tympanum is soundly tuned in and even the slightest whisper of a rustle of notes is picked up by many. No wonder the rich manage to so easily escape the clutches of the law. No wonder that the scales of justice are heavily tilted in favor of the wealthy. No wonder that justice is blind – blind to the heinous crimes that these people perpetrate on the not so fortunate. And the media too seems to turn a blind eye to all these injustices.

It was only a decade after the Jessica Lal killing that Manu Sharma was sentenced for life. It has been more than 23 years since the Bhopal gas Tragedy but the victims are still running around in bureaucratic labyrinths for the relief promised to them. It has been a few months since the Nithari killings came to light but the guilty haven’t yet been punished. Justice delayed is justice denied. And millions of Indians have been denied their birthright.

India might have gained independence in 1947, but its citizens are still under oppression – oppression by the politicians, and by the rich and the powerful. Most people have resigned themselves to their fates and have given up the will to fight. Their spirit has been sucked out of them and they are merely monotonous robots going about their lives mechanically. In the few cases that people have raised their voices against the injustice meted out to them, they have been swiftly silenced. The murders of the engineers who threw light on the Golden Quadrilateral Scam and the petrol bunk scam are known to each of us. Ours is a democracy only in title. In truth, we live in a dictatorial nation where the politicians have an army of their own to dispense justice.

It is not just the right to justice that we have been denied, but even the right to freedom of expression. The Vishwa Hindu Parishad and the Shiv Sena think not twice before protesting on silly issues like Valentine’s Day and Rakhi Sawanth’s lack of clothes while turning a blind eye to the many other gargantuan problems that our society faces.

Murderers and terrorists are roaming free on the roads and are even being elected to the Parliament whereas innocent artists are jailed for being bold in their artistic expressions. Apathy reigns. Man has become indifferent and cynical. The good old days of camaraderie remain a thing of the past. Technology seems to have boomed in leaps and bounds but it has done little to improve the standard of living of the masses. Skyscrapers dot the skyline of cities but close by, the slums proliferate in numbers. Life is a mere existence for millions and a burden for many others. But it is not these millions that are newsworthy. It is only the champagne sporting socialites in Page 3 that are worthy of newsprint and reel.

What has become of conscience? Is there any reason to hope for a better tomorrow? Will there be justice ever? Questions are aplenty but who will answer them. The current state of affairs might even make an atheist find truth in the Hindu myth of the Kaliyuga. Is there a Kalki who will come and deliver justice? Or is the media, the Kalki that has taken the wrong path and is exacerbating the situation instead of redressing it. It is high time the media takes a reality check and starts performing its duties as it is supposed to.


p.s. this is the essay that got me through to iijnm

p.p.s. special thanks to all who read through the essay. and for all their valuable advise..lift your collar, twirl your moustache, pat your back, give urself a hug...

p.p.p.s. i always confuse between advice and advise

Stray thoughts

why do people give so much importance to respect in words.. isnt it the respect in ur heart that matters..

jus realised how cool appa is. i am blessed

bengaluru was fun. frustrating but fun. managed to shock everyone with the new avatar. used to hate our pallakad iyer weddings but not anymore.

i have officially stopped hating people. and life is a lot easier.

i have officially started orkutting majorly..mast timepass it is. and muchos fun is derived by snubbing people..

parents like to show off their lil kids...and my blog is my lil kid..and i like to show it off...

destination bengaluru. the call finally came... i have found the calling and the calling has found me too this time. after much trial and error. tried c.a., c.s, cat and lemme see..yeah, law...for various reasons.. all wrong. and finally we strike gold. nay diamonds. nay words...for they r the most precious

talking about gemstones. was talking to su who is doing her gemmology. babe can now identify the real from the fake.the fake costs 12bucks while the real runs into a couple of dozen 0's. asked her to keep a bunch of fakes for me aside.

money matters. but satisfaction matters more.

everyone is selfish. and that's the way they should be. altruism sucks.

you can never live and let live.

freedom of expression..hmm..cnn ibn community has funny insights. me finds it no wrong. me thinks do what you want as long as you are not harming me. call me a pig for all i care.and ya...u can paint the invisible pink unicorn naked too. no issues. but wait...it already is naked..hey ya...maybe you could paint it in a burqa and then i could come throw like 27 bricks on ur glass windows..cos clothing offends me. live in chennai and u'll know why.

but dont get ur hopes high... no..birthday suits are taboo. for other reasons.

blogging is destressing. as are cold showers..

i started off this post thinking of ranting for a while...turns out i had just one rant.

train trips are great bonding sessions. this one especially so. tears, laughter, yelling, consoling...all was done...

i hate mixed feelings. why cant i be just happy or just sad. there is always sorrow in my joy and joy in my sorrow. aaarrrgghhhh...makes me want to pull out my left eyeball and shove it down a cockroaches' throat. i chose left cos i am almost blind in my left...or wait.. i could pull out bush's left eye instead. must try.

neend pukar rahi hai...and i mustn't ignore

i love receiving hate mail. shows that people are jealous...

and i find anon's pretty cowardly.

i must go now.. yawning @ 2.3 yawns per second

loads to write.. so much time... and so much indolence...

Crappy conversations 4

So its 3.30 in the morning...just landed at bangalore...walking on the empty platform..me and pashu were discussing today's yet to be played match.roland garros.federer vs nadal.

Pashu: Akka, i don't really want to come for the reception tonight. Must watch match.

Me: Agreed. federer or nadal?

Pashu: nadal

Me: yay..high five...

Pahu: shouldn't miss....its like clash of the.....

Me: Titans??

Pashu: no...just one titan is there...

Me: aahh yes..titan and timex...

Pashu: ahhh...u make me want to jump onto the tracks in front of that fast approaching train.

Me: then my work here is done :D

yup...i can hear u groan...but i am highly sleep deprived and i am a huge fan of pj's. slept 3 hrs in the last two days. and not because i don't have the time..too many things running in the head..i just discovered that my mind is most fertile when i am tense and insomniacal. and that i get unbearably loquacious at times like these. and that i love using fancy words.. and that i admire arrogance and pride more than humility and modesty.. and that i get philosophical at times like these..and that i might be blogging a bit too often...and that i sometimes don't know when to stop..and that it's not really that i don't know when to stop, but that i want to continue anyway...but this laptop is not my cuppa chai...gimme the desktop anyday...atleast when it comes to typing..so i shall stop..i know this post isnt well formatted...but i dunno who to blame..so i shall blame the rat in the compartment that kept scurrying about, giving me the creeps.. saw a cockroach too :D

p.s. bangalore is a welcome relief after chennai...keeping my fingers crossed...

p.p.s. i have already sold the movie rights for the book i am gonna write 23 years down the line...

p.p.p.s. i want to continue this....but as i said..laptops...naa....so ciao...

Addicted

Yup, i have definitely gotten addicted to blogging. there are very few addictions i have...and i am proud of all of them..going to catch a train to bangalore in a few mins. dad is yeling at me to come.. so i gotta leave. but i just wanted to say goodbye and warn you of a two day hiatus. but well, i might always find internet there. if i get bored of my cute neice that is. doubt it. but u never really know with addictions!!!!

till then...adios...

p.s. i used to hate the bangaloreans cos i thought them so wannabe...but opinions have changed.

Crappy conversations 3

So i was telling amma about avi..so i told her that he was from d.a.v. and that he was in kurukshetra now. here's hows it went

Me: so amma...this kid...avi..he's from your school only..cute guy. says i am his blog guru and all :D

Amma: oh. so what's he doing now??

Me: well. he is in kurukshetra now

Amma: Oh wow. what's he doing there

Me: he is doing his M.Sc in the causes for the mahabharatha war

amma: really???wow. that is so interesting

Me:


So yeah...she actually believed it..me mommy can get really gullible at times. and unfortunately it's passed on to me. though i am a lot more careful.

p.s. miss archi and the pranks we used to play... distance doesnt seem to have deterred us though and we have successfully carried out a few long distance pranks as well. s will vouch for it :D

the music tag

Picked up this tag somewhere. You got to enqueue all the songs in your system onto winamp.. Activate the toggle shuffle thing and start answering the questions on your life entrusting your fate in the hands of winamp player. Was fun….here are the results..


1. How does the world see me??
main rahi bhatakne wala hoon – didn’t know I had this song. Don’t like it much. But yes, it kind of fits. Many have told me that I am highly unstable and I am a gypsy of sorts.

2. What do my friends think about me?
oasis she is love - ah, yes. Very true: D

3. What shud I do with my life?
jhoomti chali hawa . Again agree. I like to take things in my stride…go with the flow…wow. this tag is good.

4. How will I be remembered?
Justin timberlake rock your body - ouch…I knew it was too good to last too long. So now I am gonna be objectified???sheesh

5.Whats my signature dancing number?
kaho na kaho murder – is tht even dancable..though I must say highly visually appealing.

6. What song shall be played on my wedding?
lustra Scotty doesn’t know tee hee. Gotta be the funniest answer. And I am pretty sure A would agree with the choice..

7. What song shall be played on my funeral?
mere yaar mila de saathiya - ahh…apt again. Sad songs for sad occasions. Though some people might prefer happier songs with lyrics like “good riddance of bad rubbish”

8. The song 4 my frnds…
teri yaad dil se bhulane chala main – disagree. And hearing this song for the first time as well.where did all these songs come from???

9. 4 my family
aye dile awara chal – erm….


11.Song 4 ppl I don’t like!!
mitwa o mitwa lagan – hehehhe…sarcastically maybe

12.Whatz in my head during lectures?
aao naaa - ?????More like jao naaa

13.Whatz my job gonna be like??
mj stranger in moscow – egads. Why me???? But I always wanted to see the kremlin…

14.Whtz the song 4 my future mom-in-law??
Euphoria aana tu meri gulli – heh…well, if that be so guess I will be lucky.

15. Finally, some thoughts on myself..
tujhe dekha tho yeh jaana sanam ddlj – bang on!or not??? Confused!!!

So yeah, the tag was fun… and I pass it on to swat, nivi, ganesh, sanju, avi, adi, sriram,kinni and vishy. Now did I leave anyone out…sorry if I did,but do complete the tag….and yeah, for all the non bloggers, try it as well.. It’s fun. And my comments section is always at its disposal.

p.s. I hate waiting for phone calls. For the first time I sat by the phone waiting for a call. And it never came.

p.p.s. I read a funny letter today. A formal letter, an application I guess which used the word “kind” 5 times. I counted. And I cracked up. Some people!!!

p.p.p.s. went to amethyst with N and P. was fun. And surprising how perspective changes. Used to hate that place cos I when I went there 3 years ago, there were too many people inhaling nicotine and the crowd seemed too wannabe and the menu seemed over-priced. Now, the smokers still exist but I discovered they have a non-smoking section, the rates are the same but I find it affordable now. And the crowd seemed a lot less artificial today. And I spotted a gay guy: D and I had iced cappuchino and potato wedges and butterscotch milkshake… and I see drool dripping….heh

p.p.p.p.s wow, that’s 4 in a row. I am on a roll.

p.p.p.p.p.s.: couldn’t resist. This is fun.

p.p.p.p.p.p.s: ahh… I know I must stop.. But I am loving it…btw, mac d brings back nice memories.

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: some kid is singing piya tose on tv. Reminds me of autooo….check out tht post if u haven’t. I could link it up, but feeling a tad lazy.

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s.: got headache for the first time in a long while…..ouches….

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: I am tired of typing all the p’s

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s : I know I could cut paste…but wouldn’t that be complicating things???

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: cute kid called dhyaan had come home today. Gave him a small hershey’s choclate. He surprisingly refused. Then I got him a bigger bar of 5 star. He happily took it. Guess patience pays. Kids these days are a smart lot. And dhyaan is a nice name. Me likes.
p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: amma just fed me gulab jamun. Yumm.. and she’s such a sweetheart.

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: ok, I can see you all mad at me. So I shall stop.

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: but wait. I had a question. How often do u want me to post???

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: oki, now I stop

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: or not

p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s: oki, the fingers hurt..and interesting chat conversations in progress. Therefore its goodbye…and good luck…and buenas nuchos….thts Spanish for good night…btw, me started learning Spanish…I knew how to say fuck off in spanish but I forgot… will have to find that one soon. Have begun swearing a lot of late… phew..long post. I am drained out..adios…

Oh! Save me!

Squiggling through the tiny holes
Mere seconds before death strikes
Hit me not, I cry in anguish
For he doesn’t even realize

The deadly venom in his eyes
I can’t even fathom barely,
The look of comprehension I oft desire
I can’t even perceive rarely.

Little doth he realize, that
Come have I, a message with
To deliver unto him, the Ultimate Truth
That Doomsday is NOT but a myth

Oh! But little did he listen
Said nope aye-nay, never
And thus frivolously did he seal
The world’s precious fate forever

For he would rather be buried alive
Than listen to me – a mere roach
But now that the wrath of the seas is upon him,
Do I hear him say – “Oh! Save me cockroach!”


so yeah...as u guessed this is a narrative by a cockroach who tries to warn man about doomsday. as is his nature, man turns a deaf ear and perishes while only the cockroach survives the nuclear explosion.

i wrote this poem while my humble abode was under the attack of the cockroaches. i think this was the day a little roach accidentally climbed up my arm when i was chatting with a friend on yahoo messenger. the next day, the pest control was called for and they double handedly managed to exterminate the whole lot. what a holocaust it was! the death toll was as high as 243 (figures 93% accurate). this poem is one of my personal favorites. hope you enjoy it as well.

p.s. pardon the highly disgusting pic. i couldn't resist.

Elephants don't fly

How I wish I had known you when we were innocent kids – building castles in the playpen. Me building them, you trying to destroy them. Of when your troop of G.I.Joes would wage war against my barbies. Of us playing gully cricket and you bowling me out for a duck every single time. Of when you would climb the wall, precariously, to fetch the ball, then fall and come running home with bloody knees, and yet not shed a single tear while I put ice on your wounds.
How I wish I knew you in those early adolescent years when nothing seemed to make sense. How is miss those long conversations we would have had on life, the universe and everything in it. How I wish I knew you in those days when we had sleepovers on the terrace, gazing at the sky till dawn, naming imaginary constellations. And those little fights we would have had when you ran away with my hair band. How I wish you were the shoulder to cry on when I had fought with my parents. But wishes aren’t horses and elephants don’t fly(except if eagles assist them). So all I can say is that I am glad you finally entered my life and showed me what heaven on earth would be like.