25 February 2006

i'm back.

Like a drunk jerry maguire. I'd rather be a stainless-steel-handed arnie, but he says, ``I'll be back.''

I havn't been posting cos i've been working. Travelling also. And busy with other things that make life busy. I was so much happier being a kid, climbing up trees, and hiding stolen copies of Hustler there.

I'm a littel freaked out. Cos someone claims to know who I am. I think they're wrong, but still, slightly freaked. Maybe i'll go into exile, and deny this whole thing. My stig-ness is slippiung away. You know what BBC did to the white-stig, right? they made him drive his car of the launch end of a Aircraft carrier .. INTO THE SEA.

Well, anyway, here's a woman story.

I went out with some buddies, and some of their buddies from Chandigarh. One of them was a hefty chandigarh chick... not fat, just, hefty. So anyway, i went to So's place, with a bottle of Bacardi. We wanted to drink it, and I asked for mine neat. ``Hah, drink like a man,'' I said.

Well, anyway, then someone got beer, and i was looking for a bottle opener... this chandigarh girl just takes the bottle from me, and pops it in the mouth, and POP, its open. I can't do that. She's more of a man than i am. So now i'm scared of her. anyway, her ex joins us, he's a big punjabi guy too. And I, am not a big punjabi guy.

Later, we go to TC, and we're drinking... she wants to pee, and she says, ``hey gimme company,''
I said, ``eh? I can't pee with you, they dont allow that here,''
She : ``ha ha ha ... i mean, walk me to the loo,''
If you've been to tc, the loo is not far. And its n ot dangerous cos those two big bouncer guys (who one told me to take creatine supplements) stand right outside it.

But i walked her... and there was this MIND BLOWING hot woman waiting outside the loo... so i waited and said, ''hello''.
And MindBlowinglyHOt said ``hello''.
and we made some inane conversation with the bigstronggirl not in it.
Anyway, so this hot woman's boyfreind joins her in the wait. ... and my friend says, ``oh you'll are together... so are we'' and she takes my hands (i'm standing behind her), and wraps them around her tummy... and i can feel her tires, like they'd do good on a TATA 407.

I tried saying ``No no ... we're just friends'' but it did n't work.. anyway the hot chicky's bf was getting all feely too.

Anyway, so, the last straw was when this wierd ass girl, tiny, like, really tiny, waled out and said to my friend
'' Oh your boyfriend is still waiting for you... so sweet''. My friend said, ``yeh, he's sweet, i like him''

So i thought : Hmm ... big girl, more manly than me, i'm not attracted.
And i thought : hmm ... big ex, also more manly than me, i'm scared.
So i said, ``fuck it'' again, and walked off.

And i spent the rest of the week working. It's the month end, and i'm poor.


11 February 2006

Come one come all to the lucky dip stall.

That's the stall I always avoided at the fete when i was a kid.

I like fishing-the-bottle... i always won.

So, here's a litte contest :)

All you have to do is answer one single question. Winner will get a free dinner for one, with me :) (conditions apply. See below)

--------the question--------

In the hit Hindi Language Film, Rang De Basanti, on what day of the week do a group of young nd not-so-young friend take over the All India Radio building?


If you havn't seen the movie, fear not. Here's another question (stolen of course, unlike the above one, which is original)

How do you make Donuts?

---------- ta daa----------

(Dinner for one award is only applicable to lady applicants. Gentleman applicants can feel happy that they have watched the damn move more than once and/or know about donuts. If the concerned lady applicant has a female lover, the award will be compounded to dinner for two with me without hesitation.)

Feb is a short month.

And most of mine has been quite anal:)

If anyone missed me, my internet stopped working at home. And I can't post from work. There's always people looking over my shoulder, trying to peek in on my mail (interns) or see what i'm filing (boss) or just curious (everyone else).

I've been ill. I havn't gone out anywhere at all. Lust hanging out around at home.

I read War For News... and i cant get it. I mean, ok, a lot of it is accurate... but how in hell's name, do these people get the damn time to post so much???? Don't they work? It must be hard for them to post from work too. Unless they're all on the desk, and free most of the time.

I want to go out tonight, but i probably shouldn't. I should sit and home and watch a shitty movie like along came polly or something.

Im sleepy, but i have to work. Why can't i be more like warfornews people and not have to?