Monday, June 29, 2009

He marries a model
and thinks he is king
clinton was just too shy one could say
the pint size thing
he bans the burkha
paris need more color he sings
the savior fits a size two
what would he do i think
when joseph kutty goes to pari
fear for his balls?
and ban the lungi?


Thursday, February 28, 2008

Last sunday i got my head shaved because i was getting bored.
This way i had someone else to look at in the mirror the whole day.
Last time i did that, mother almost disowned me.

People who are successful always make a list

1.

Roomies: Three, dude, the uber caring, madu poor little rich kid who hasn't exactly figured out
how to hang up on people. Since his second day here, he has not been called anyhing else but dude.He arrived in a car, th ekind with a dicky, with a mineral waterbottle in his hand and went about the whole day addresing people as dude.This was retribution. He takes it sportingly, he is part of the group now.He has always taken it sortingly, except i think once when we hid his corn flakes . Uber chic he is, the girls like.He himself like.

PK, the tall, balding, bungling, financial freak who will hump anything with numbers on it.At one point of time we had to keep him away from cars.I have a icture of him sleeping while hugging the day's economic times.I am not going near the drool. What he woud like is to wear a blazer and go work for position in which he would be paid to go and talk.the rest of the time i think would be gladly spent sleeping.Do not piss him off.I am not kidding. His granddad is rumored to have more than one double barrel guns in his room. and they work. and he gets us gin filled chocolates.

They don't make shoes that fit PK or anna.and anna wears his off sooner.He is surprised that people can be larger than him.I am dreading the day he goes to the states.Legend has it that when he was a child in undies and undies only and when neighbourhood aunties used to tickle his belly and their daughters used to pull his cheeks, anna stopped a train in its tracks by looking at it hard enough-the station masters whole family swears.The little boy from madurai, is what his dad called him when he first came- a comment followed by thunderous silence in the room as anna stood up stooped to avoid the ceiing.

What was 2?
There goes my future.phhbbbtt :P
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Saturday, October 6, 2007

And then there was this whole thing about what love is. Abbah,cliched fool , you will say ,but i see people all around me who seem to think they know what it is.

Arpit says it is when you start to go weak in the knees and i think thats probably because that is where his brain is, or only slightly higher.

Ganjanan says he will marry the girl who sits in the next cubicle because they would be spending most of the time in the office anyway.they will make space for a small new cubicle when time comes , he says.


There isnt much to it i think , except wanting her presence to overwhelm you every moment of your waking life .


I need attention.I have friends who will talk to me at two in the morning.They will curse and vow to heap my clothes and set them on fire, but they will talk.I am selfish that way.I will want attention from people i like,and give attention to people whom i like.I will go to them because they will be fun or intelligent.I will shun the ones who don't meet expectations.I will drop in at odd times.I won't call.I will not keep frienships.I have a couple that i cherish.


I will fall in love with people who don't want to, but i wont care.I will just want to.I will care and bug and be the hutch ka kutta.



I will tell the girls when they are wearing shirts too short.Why do they do that? Is there not the next size? Is it a test? Are they trying to test all men around them and see when exactly it is that they crack under the pressure? or is it simbly because they sweat more than we do? Is it wrong to tell them? Will they get conscious an all? because seriously, i don't want to want to know what brand of inner wear you own. and girls should wear shirts which have captions written on the back no? otherwise they should just shut up and not bother when guys read them no.



Forget whatever you just read.That was not me writing.That was crap.But i had to.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

i am hungry
i am desperate to post
i dont want to give up something i started.again.
i dont want to be mediocre.
i know i am getting there.
i am getting bored.often.
i am getting bored of getting bored.
i am falling for girls who are
a.committed
b.not interested.(in anybody)
c.have religious commitments.
d.are in love with himesh reshamiya.

which is why i am pushing myself,
despite revolting innards, smell, and all,
i shall espouse eloquently on the two most controversial topics under the sun.god, and himesh reshamiya.yes, every blogger has to wrirte about him nowadays, or like
haribabu says, it isn't complete.

write in brief:
god, i believe in.religion, i don't.i am sure those who are devoutly religious believe in the notion of god and lesser so in the road they take.
the sect of people-who-jump-off-twenty-four-storey-buildings is the new rage.they get there faster.i belive in god primarily because i find it hard to belive in darwin.for people who do, galapagos is probably heaven,and the hms beagle is the thing which goes across hades which is manned by the scary guy with the wierd name and gaurded \by the three headed dog whom hercules fed pediogree biscuits.
no wait.that was hell.
ok ok.he made the connections.soldered, joined wires, made mouths, penises, breasts and noses.we all generally agree that he knew his job.except perhas, a half of a billion tend to think, in the case of himesh naakwallah.he sings.ok.he is allowed to sing.how? he sells.appaling! and his aap ka surroor the real mooveee is a hit.faints and dies with a fart.
(read the godfather, all about death and its smells, sphincter they call it, i found out.)

Friday, June 8, 2007

Revenues
- operating expenses
- depreciation and amortization
= operating income - Interest expenses
= Taxable income - Taxes
= Net Income .

yes.
really!

Monday, May 21, 2007

I am to wear formals and work.
I may be good that way.
Eat at all the places that can give you diarrhoea.(this thing spells it as diarrhea.whats diarrhea?oh my freaking goodness!!! they changed the spelling!! After all these years!! there goes another thing i can't be proud of anymore, though i always wondered why they didn't do it earlier.no wait.there IS a diarrhoea too.)

ok

Are the panels supposed to be this way? Myself and professor Nath were completely out of place.I didn't know we had to shout at the students, I thought it was to be a peaceful affair, i thought everyone went out happy.How can one shout like that? are they all constipated on the same day? our mothers did bnot bring us up this way...

prof sarkar.


He was so happy he farted.