Grad School

Its yo boy kid skilly! Taking a mental dump of some random grad school memories before they fade:

- Spiderman! being a pain in the rear for our boys dave and crew, hiding you-know-what all over campus, before the crescendo at the atrium :) So good to see spiderman still survive, 2 years out
- The one with the forest fire, and Kku coming in with the save
- The 'soar' times with the PD/Kay in b-town, the dog conversation, and bumping into shale out of all folks at the st regis, PD wearing wedding clothes, and bhai kebabs
- Mr. tulip's car episode behind the 08 lounge
- the first time at pier 33, with the shack, and unpeeling
- the solstice haze, sitting on the rock with Z & Kay, the 'of course' to shru that started it all :)
- the time at the bombay airport with Big T (what a top lad)
- superhero party!
- the biggest meal ever with the quad squad, and our boy shiva cooking
- the time i had to go, but pree won't let go
- the week where we saw the sun every bloody morning, and the run with kay to tire out
- A's C block frat house, for the first two terms anyway
- T's terrace
- scaring afz!
- afz's ride times + taking the mike around
- PD's drunken fits with the w.chair (mysteriously lost next morning!)
- the silly RS bet(s) with youtee
- the two week cool off periods with youtee
- gifting ourselves for the 2nd o-week
- parading tarbooz man with the bois
- the 12 hour gig on p-day
- the oscar sham
- the stand-up night in the sec awards
- the stand-up night at talent night
- the second o-week blur, and the farewell++moghster times+prank
- inebriated pool dips at 4 am, followed by the coffee machine
- the backyard
- asli
- P's visits
- Phir subah ho gayi?
- the last 100 meters of the ISL race.
- the mohali trip; oopar oopar rehne de;
- the doppleganger discovery, courtesy baba
- movie room..paayo..dhol baaje
- movie room during the 2nd o-week, with the lines outside! (++riots scenes)
- pd flipping over when his buddy visited
- the dxb surprise (unexpected, but not unwelcome..)
- alum bar with the RE prof
- sentha with bawa
- zenobia's husband hah!
- mogu mogu..deserves a chapter of her own
- trn's car episode + dosa times
- trn's phone episode!
- the sv3 party, with dyu

This is a pointless exercise. Clearly there is no end to this list.

How does one top such an year :)

"Being the one is just like being in love. No one needs to tell you you are in love, you just know it, through and through."

An Eternal Bromance

I have a dirty secret.

Maybe kinky even.

I started listening to Bhangra music actively in the 9^th grade or so. Back then, this was largely driven by my attempt to rediscover my roots (while I learned later that my ancestry is more Peshawari/Pakistani than punjabi, and thus the said roots are closer to the NWPF than the five sisters, we’ll leave that for a later post) as also UK /Canadian Punjabi music’s fling with the mainstream. Even though most such music then (and even now) veered around truck driver melodies, I was determined to bring to light genuine evocative glorious (you get the drift) tunes from within this grimy little underworld place. And so began what soon became a daily ritual of sitting online on sites like simplybhangra, punjab2000, nachdepunjabi, chakdey and such, discovering things like BitTorrent, DC++ (the best effing software there ever will be) and DC groups where desi dj’s exchanged notes and sampled music sometimes years before it got out (Did you know Tanu Weds Manu’s Sadi Gali is actually from a 2008 RDB album? Do you even care? Who are you? What could this mean in the larger scheme of things? What if..).

And while the journey has had its highs and lows, peaks and valleys, ebbs and flows, and stystoles and diastoles; artists, record labels and even music channels have come and gone, your faithful author has remained mostly so.

I remember I once forced charlie to listen in on my dilapidated excuse for a diskman (*beams*) to what, to me, was a very catchy number (Jassi Sidhu’s Ishq Vich Jogi) only to be given a look which was loosely based around “I like you but I don’t like this song so I will smile politely and nod appreciatively because how long can this song go on anyway right?”. At which point she lost 50 points for Ravenclaw.

But anyway, what hasn’t changed is my faith (sometimes rock solid, other times dangling by pinky fingers over lakshman jhoola) in the potential of the Punjabi music space that is just waiting to be tapped like something which must be..umm tapped. Exhibit A: Man of the moment, Honey Singh. While one might like to believe that his audience barely transcends West Delhi, you must know that he had been patiently biding his time delivering regional hit after hit after hit (he’s been around since this) until he came out with the monster that was International Villager. 20 million + youtube hits are crazy numbers for any artist, let alone Indian. Sprinkle a bit of visibility (matlab this) and you got mistah midas touch.  And there are many such corkers out there like Bikram Singh, Surinder Shinda, Northern Lights, Tigerstyle, Aman Hayer, Sukshinder Shinda, Master Saleem, Imran Khan (who did get fleeting moments of celebrity actually), Feroz Khan and so many more who are probably peeling peas while I wage their battle in the small hours because the poor lads’ PR machinery is found wanting. And while we’re at it, whatever happened to Jasmine Sandlas!

I feel sore now, so this is the end of this post. I mean sore physically, not like a guy in the 1950s who’s angry in a movie.

Jay Sean, if you’re reading this buddy you owe a massive massive shout out to our man Rishi Rich and the 2point9 crew.

Pritam, if you’re reading this, while it’s great you’re one of the guys finally giving good Punju music (NOT an oxymoron) its deserved due (by which I don’t necessarily mean giving Miss Pooja a break), it would be nice if you won’t Bollywoodise (mess up) songs like these.

And dear Delhi readers with a cosy space for quality punju music in their dil, you owe yourselves a Hari & Sukhmani gig. 

If you got till this far, I leave you with this: The ‘Earth’ without ‘art’ is just ‘Eh’.

Does it make you want to stop and soak in, then stare at the distance in mild awe, and then roll about the ground, yapping like a dog at the discovery? It shouldn’t, because this isn’t a breakthrough finding. You were just too dense to notice it earlier.

Maybe you should write me an email about this. But don’t send it, because there is already too much junk in my trunk. In all 3 ways.

Yes 3.

Actually I would love for you to write me an email.

No I won’t.

Yes I would.

Shut up!

No you shut up!

--

Sidharth

P.S. You’re the only one who saw 6 whiles in the 600 or so words. No shit, sherlock!

P.P.S. I have been writing in bits and pieces over the past few months, but most of the stuff has been too deviant (dark perhaps?) to publish. Maybe I would put it up one day. Maybe I won't. Until I do, hold tight.

--

The Cricket Post

So it has been a while since we won the cup that counts, and most of the dust has settled. And while there is a possibility that we still will be gloating about it till 2015, or the rest of our lives, whichever later, I just happen to have some vella time right now.

Anyhoo, I'm pretty sure most of us would have our own little April 2nd stories which will remain etched in our memories for a considerable amount of time, seeing as there is a high likelihood of us(You) leading (enduring?) otherwise meaningless existences. ouch!

Truth jokes aside, I think it was brilliant. I think each, and every moment was special mostly since the joy was so..unbridled. The momentary chest bumping, screaming and tears(!) aside, it simply gave everyone that one little chance of stepping up. Of being part of, or at least witness to something big, something spectacular and something they could call their own. bhui wahs.

Sure cricket is a commonwealth hangover, with probably about 20 countries playing competitively. Sure it needs a lot more than 90 minutes. Sure the current Aussie team is a shade of the past. And sure there were smses citing the exact results hours before. I say tell that to the little kid (cliche alert) with no shelter and nothing to cheer about, who ran across the street with a mini flag that night. To the millions of office goers who press F5 to refresh the commentary on cricinfo every time India plays. And to the hundreds of random people we high fived at 3 am at India Gate :)

In a nation riven by religion, communalism and what have you, cricket is the balm that heals. In a land as heterogenous, diverse and contradiction ridden as ours, it is probably the only thing that unites. Layman(you) style, here's why:

1) The equipment is Inexpensive - How much can 1 ball and 1 basic bat cost? now think golf.

2) It is easy to learn / play - meaning, anyone can stand and hit a ball.
3) Can be played anywhere - think nike advert. now compare that with tennis. or shooting!
4) Sachin Tendulkar
5) Most significantly, we are genetically, and characteristically, a lazy people. And it is a lazy man's game. Really. Think 7 hours of mostly standing save 3 guys, and hitting a ball. Now think muscle. Football. Basketball.

It's like Bombay, or for that matter any other great port city of the world. It had to happen. It was inevitable.

Not just because of the silly reasons above. But because people could relate.They could dream, that just like a buck toothed budding bus conductor from among them could lift the 1983 World Cup, they too could make things better in their own lives. It gave them Hope. and Faith. Serious, aur kya chahiye?

Beyond that, and at a very logical level we've had barely anything to cheer about as a sporting nation, and with built in caveats anyway. Like Abhinav Bindra  had the money to fund his sport of choice. (not taking anything away from his phenomenal achievements). Or Karthikeyan had JK tyres backing him.

Now think how many times I used the word think in this post.

This is the abrupt ending.

p.s. because the energy never dies. (e.n.d.)

of hearts and rings and other nice things

oh darling aye, where might you be?
i'm sitting around, almost 23
papaji wants me by 26 to marry
that only leaves for congress years 3!

what if shit hits the fan, and arranged ho gayi shaadi
what telling to future grand children cool story
"bacchon papa liked my photo and,
nanu liked cash money!"

what about the rainbows,
and pink pink horsey,
what about mills and boons boy wealthy and muscle-y,
where be my prince william, balding hee sahi!

cometh my rajkumar,
palkein bichhaye main baithee..

and then there was april 2nd, 2011

world cup post won't be soon before long ! assume i'm cleverly holding it back to avoid clutter and retain brand differentiation :/

meanwhile, for all the baba logs dealing with existential angst, help me help you uncomplicate.

"So Who AM I?"

Read only the caps in the above.

hurry home ji

Dh

Keeping it simple since tendulkar's debut

P.S. If you actually bought the April's fool's day post, you need to get run over. by cows. Bovine intervention.

why do women like unicorns?

so the blog hit 4000 err..hits. curious much?

i also went to the hills. it was nice. you would have liked it.

coming to the title of the blog then, here's the ugly truth. no it ain't because of their fabulous strength, majestic beauty, the obvious phallic symbol (duh) sticking out of their head or the sparkles shooting orifices. It is because they are only tamable by..wait for it..virgins. Hah! Their purity renders the beast all weak kneed and submissive, akin to->

So there you have it. The whole taming the savage male syndrome all over o_O. Alas, ze innocent girlies seem to enjoy the illusion of control more than control itself. On a not so unrelated note, here's what Kumar john berger has to say - Men dream of women, women dream of themselves being dreamt of  :)

welcome.

My lyrics for today come from one of my fav songs from back in the day, as also my first song on ze black and white keys:

Anne's Song

You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.

Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you,
come love me again. 

Dh

p.s. the following information will change your life. or not.


At one point, you will honestly believe that you have unriddled THE puzzle. You will have your own little January 6 moment, where you understand yourself, know what you want to do with your life and figure everyone else out. Exactly two years later, you'll scrap all of your old, childish assumptions in favor of your current, brilliant hypothesis. "Man, I was an idiot two years ago when I thought I had life figured out, but now I've REALLY got it figured out." You'll calm down a little bit and look back on your youthful ignorance and laugh. "How could I think life was all about [X] when it's CLEARLY all about [Y]?!" Fact is, you'll repeat this process every two years. For the rest of your life. Which means that whatever you say right now, you're probably an idiot anyway.

Tee hee.

Meh.

I could barely contain my excitement.
"All right then, what is the meaning of it all, of this…of this world?"
"Mystery," I heard in my thoughts, or perhaps, "mercy," but I wasn't certain of either.


- Enishte Effendi meets God (thinks he meets God?) in the afterlife, Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red

kingdom come

hello boys and girls.

i've had an interesting last few weeks. the weather has also been predictably curious. not that i mind the rain bet money, but here's a fun fact. ever since i was a kid and the weather changed, this is how my ears would become. what's not funny is that they would also start giving out heat :/ and i haven't even started talking about my cheeks yet. Its like leafs getting withered at the coming of the fall.

No. Not like they dry out and people crush them :l . What i meant was it's a regular phenomena.

The point is, here are a few conversations I may or may not have been part of in the recent past:

"I believe I can fly".."Yes but you'd make an ugly little bird"..
"Dude look at her" "Yes, I noticed that she has a strong jawline...oh wait....that means....testosterone..which means..." "I like the way you think"..
"I went to to _____" "Isn't that meant for kids?" "NO! It's for 18 - 25 year olds! Hmph" "I hope you do realise that you are closer to 25 than 18!"..
"I'm young, smart, funny and single. Now why do you think that is?" "I think yours is a case of Ek Phool, No Maali"..
(while discussing a top 40 under 40 list) "If there ever was a Top 40 under 4ft list you'd top that one!"..

i also happened to attend a few wedding functions recently and the food, as i messaged someone, was like me - good looking but useless :P. The cutest bit though, was how old people were taking care of each other. It was like this small little clique that had each other's back, even if the world's strides were too big for them to try and keep up, or even want to.

On an unrelated note, I and Hm were discussing that day @ R04 (yes. again.)  that everyone becomes smart by the time they're 70. The biggest thing they miss out on their way though is sharing. it's silly how simple yet significant it is and how people don't get it. confucius say, even if the hit rate is 1%, it's worthy effort. I think people are just afraid to part with whatever information/knowledge/commodity they possess fearing loss of exclusivity/more fish in the pond/dilution/and what have you...but I digress.

no what was i actually saying was, the guys who got married had a 7 year difference. Which makes me slightly uncomfortable. The 7 year glitch, to quote..me. To each his/her own, but I think that 7 years is a lot of years. I'm circumspect about arranged marriages anyway*, but 7? That's unfair on both people really. Once they get through the first few golden months etc, the age gap HAS to kick-in sometime no? It's like showing me a 9th grader today, who is probably taking baby steps in on the monthly blood spewing game, and telling me that I'm supposed to marry her. :/ Ok i know it starts much earlier, but you get the drift. At a deeper, and more day-to-day level, I would think there would be more respect than Louu in such a relationship. What do you think?

I went to the Comiccon yesterday! Too tired to type all about it, but a day totally well spent. there was also a prize for just showing up as comic characters etc. so I told them I've come dressed up as the Common Man by RK Laxman. They didn't give me anything :/

I also ended up going to this delightful little session post the above which was about 10 ways by which reading novels can change our lives. I am as surprised as you probably are at finding me at a place like this, but I totally hit it off with the guy on how books provide us this fascinating vantage point on the human mind, the range and depths of our choices, and how doubt is just as useful a virtue as certainty. I would've taken notes had I had a pen on me, it was that absorbing. I really think the city has a vibrant sub-culture if we only care to look at the right places.

I am sleepy now.

Peace be upon ye all.

Hurry home.

*dh1 speak at 22

p.s. i was listening to this, this , this and this while writing this.

Remember When

Remember when I was young and so were you
and time stood still and love was all we knew
You were the first, so was I
We made love and then you cried
Remember when

Remember when we vowed the vows
and walked the walk
Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when

Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged
We came together, fell apart
And broke each other's hearts
Remember when

Remember when the sound of little feet
was the music
We danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we'd never give it up
Remember when

Remember when thirty seemed so old
Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone
To where we are,
Where we've been
Said we'd do it all again
Remember when
Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won't be sad, we'll be glad
For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzBr4ldUW8E
- Alan Jackson, OST from the movie 'Up'

lets get metaphysical

hello. i have been meaning to write about this since forever, but i've never really been able to sit down and collect my thoughts. not that i have now (!) but better late than never eh?

so anyway, firstly, god. also referred to as the dude.ultimo dragon. (n) the man.

I think there is a higher power somewhere. i dont know what form he/she/it is in, but  he/she/it is there. When i feel low or down, I try and connect with him, with interesting results.More often than not, i get my answers so we're cool. He manifests himself in most things around us, if only we care to notice. I think one of the most obvious ways to feel this is laughter. In a sense it is so simple, so uncluttered. and yet so divine. I also think he will show me the right path, if I am dutiful enough to read his signs. And act accordingly. he will show me the right door, but I will have to walk through it.

More than god, i think all of us are parts of an all encompassing whole, and when I/we talk of higher beings, it rather relates to a higher consciousness of one's own true self.

one's true self being the soul, that which exists within us. aatman. pronounced not like batman, but along the lines of mahatma. what stay when the body/form reaches its expiry date. i believe my soul already knows and has access to this gyaan, and that it has purposely chosen to shut out/ unlearn that bit and taken this life. It has realised and chosen to to take this life to try and remain in a constant state of happiness. contentment and bliss. param anand. tripti. or better still, santushti. maybe this is my first life. or maybe it is my last. but it seems like it is either of these two. i think i am here to be happy, do good, and to give happiness to others ( if time permits ;) ). i think at this point in my life, im just trying to remain happy, spread joy and take care of the basic nashwar bits for the time being, while i appreciate and try to get a hang of the bigger picture in due time. due time meaning soon enough. i know that i know, that i know that i don't know.

i think we carry the benifits / minuses of our past karmas and are basically playing them out. for instance, if i have been born into a good family, it is due to something good that i did earlier. and vice versa. right now, i feel blessed that my basic needs have been taken care of, wherefore i can take my time and explore a higher purpose. i think i must do good and be good, not just because of metaphysical brownie points, but also because of crossing the minuses. and the fact that doing good is the right thing.On a not so unrelated note, here's a verse that i really like, and to a certain extent believe in:

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. 

Anyway, i think there are many people in our current existence, who we might have had a past connection with. you can sense it if you don't clog your head with other little issues of this world. i think it is important to appreciate the same (not just because hisaab khatam karna hai ;) ) to try and figure out its hidden depth.

i think everything happens for a reason.

i cant stress how important it is to share knowledge. or gyaan. i think there is no joy greater than giving. hence i ask thee to give me all your money :P jokes aside, this probably explains why i loved taking up class at ims. i must try and give time to this. and quizzing, but i digress.

i could really go a lot deeper and fill pages on the above vertical, but i think that is beyond the scope of this blog, for now.

But what I will say, is that the answer is out there, and it's looking for you. and it will find you, if you want it to..

Friedrich Nietzsche mein sex thha

You have your way, I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

That which needs to be proved cannot be worth much.

The person lives most beautifully who does not reflect upon existence.

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.

We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of the voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

The demand to be loved is the greatest of all arrogant presumptions.

That which does not kill us only makes us stronger.

There are no eternal facts, as there are no absolute truths.

Sumeer Kalmadi's Forearm

true story

an alien once came to planet earth. while he was basically just chilling and checking the place out, he met an earthling, who although cautious at first, came forward and started shaking hands. while the alien smiled and looked deeply into his eyes, the earthling goes - hi. on our planet, we greet people by shaking hands. so the alien goes - hey. on our planet, we have sex by shaking hands.


and it was good.

cool nicknames

mere hone wale bete ke liye:

• raaje
• monty
• bunty
• tony
• billu
• kaake
• jeetu
• sher
• veer
• bappi
• shainky
• teenu
• chote
• a two letter name. like kd.
• papla
• prince

beti hui toh jaan maar doonga.


haha. just kidding.


not really. :l

anil

hello you. two.

this blogpost might be about shaving. seeing as that may not go down well with most of my target audience(8+), may i suggest you see this?

Anyhoo, I don't like shaving for work every day. It is a waste of time and I don't think the clients give a shit about my appearance. They love my personality though.

Fortunately, the above picture isn't mine. The 80s movies would want us to believe that women would dig the man above. In all his matted chestal glory. :l

Come to think of it, isn't our take on body hair a function of what the media/pimps of information would want us to believe? I mean, people were into fitness back in the day as well (case in point. Govinda doing roof top push ups in Hum), but it is only now that fitness has become the new black. much like chest hair. or lack thereof. Do you see where this is going?

I don't.

Legend has it that Anil Kapoor shaves every 4 hours. This isn't fur. It is a living, breathing ecosystem. An illustrative exchange on the sets of Bulandi:

"Kya Shot Diya Anil Bhai! Full Emotion. Ae Gafoor, Yeh Shave Ka Saamaan Laa Re"

Bulandi reminds me of this

Nothing godawful about it really, but I never got the going to meet the girl bit. Coz the girl was a 53 year old Rekha. Maybe I'm strange to find it disturbing.

Meh.

If you're pressed for time, move to the chorus which starts at around 1.30. I used to bust a pelvic move to this till a few years ago. Why am i telling you all of this?

Talking of Anil Bhai, I used to like this song back in the day.

Awwwleeeee.

The other day I was buying something from a streetside vendor. A 13 year old kid, give or take 2 years.

When I asked him the price of his wares *a one foot stuffed horse*, he goes, "Rs.### Uncle"

Post negotiation, when I finally paid him Rs. *** for the said article *a one foot stuffed horse*, I said "Yeh Le Beta"

Fuck My Life.

puchchee

hello 2010. a little late in the day i should think. देर आये मगर दुरुस्त आये. 

i went to bangkok and koh samui (जिधर कहो ना प्यार है की शूटिंग हुई थी ) last month. तोह दोनों पे एक एक पंकती हो जाये, ताकी थोडा शो ऑफ कर सकूं.

ही ही.

Bkk was mostly about shopping, really late nights, 60 year guy next door getting action every night, funny sardars, airport transfers, more shopping, gigantic malls, and interesting fast food. Fast food मतलब बर्गर पीज़ा, ना कि कुट्टू की सबजी और व्रत वाला खाना. Everybody looks the same there and the city smells of मच्छी .Also, there are ample avenues if young boys to umm, become मर्दs .And we met Van Damme at the Sky Bar there. The same guy who's there in the afternoon star movies movies that no one watches.

no, not steven seagal. yes i know, no one watches him either.

                                                            

this is van damme. he's tougher in real life. 

Koh samui on the other hand was mostly about partying, beaches, funky airports, water sports, even later nights, free booze, scootying, and pool. also, cheap calling cards from friendly indian vendor. and awesome food. come to think of it, the food on the trip was consistently good. especially the meal at happy elephant, this seaside tavern. a dh1 recommend!

enough about the trip.

talking of trips, im going to goa the weekend after. so that , if nothing else, shall provide content for my next blogpost.


creativity is me :l


the club people have finally put the badminton tournament board up which has my name on the winner's list. so that's good. who's for crispy chili potato in da club and repping the board while we're at it? i hear you, babe.


cat doon ya gmat?


i bought this 1 ft horse made of cloth from a red light the other day.


ok bye

Rajasthan dyaries

Im writing this from udaipur.. will come back and edit it, throw in a few photos.. you know..the works..

so anyway, its been a hectic few days.. here's a brief round up(in order of appearance in my head; may or may not match timelines)

Day 1- Arrival, Shawl place(side note - run by a cool guy called Muza who spends half the year in Brooklyn; drives a CRv so not a bad business at all(!).. he knew someone we knew so we had kehwa @ his place); checked out the city palace and had lunch @ this garden restaurant run by HH(his highness!!!1 the king of udaipur who obviously likes to assert himself like people with normal people with pot bellies, beards and low self confidence generally do)-pretty pocket friendly thali so you should check that out;some random place having vintage cars owned by HH(!); pimped out the jagdish temple and the sahelio ki baadi(chhyeah!) and spent the evening @ the shilpgram village(this ethnic heritage sorta village place with folk dancers, hawkers and all that jazz);roof top dinner @ our hotel to cloje the day(awesome view of the lake)(oh did i mention THE lake-its the Usp of this place, or rather the OSP(only selling point) so everyone likes to have some connect with it)

Day2-Shrinath temple(vrindavan part II),lunch @ the devigarh fort(dh1 recommend),saas bahu temple in the middle of nowhere(awesomeness on the intricate work, epic sun set @ the hill top monsoon palace(guess who owns it..nah i meant HH re) followed by coffee(yay!3 days seemed like 10 years) at the alfresco cafe there..bliss;followed by one of the best dinners i've had in ages @ Ambrai(this romantic outside place next to the bay, with soft live music and on the banks of the lake..my wet dream);did i mention the wildlife sanctuary on our way to the hill top place..

its currently day3..will totally update everything on this once im back..gotta run for dinner..meeting my cousin who's here coz of his CA articleship..its a hard knock life..:l

been a fun lil sojourn till now.. just thought i should send something out..

peace and Louu

dh1

P.S. IAT dd. I A always T.

Thighs Wide Open

The following is an excerpt from my forthcoming collection of poems - Batman in Robin. This is written by a deer friend. 

Bambi!

No i wrote it. 

P.S. You might want to read this in a sing song way. No really.

--
Prelude

There was a boy

He used to make gap

In watermelon

Oh yea

Then he use it

To rehearsal

juicy juicy

Fragile Fragile

That boy,

me

Wakaao!

--

..A beautiful behind..

I want to sex you

Oh baby, I want to sex you

On the table

I want to banana

In your that place

I want to

Sex you

I want to nude you

And the shaking

Energy

And the

thumping

I give you piggy back

Ride

My Charlie so big

He come around

Charlie the great (Chorus)

Charlie the great

I want to 69

Position

If you don’t know,

Baby google it

I want your finger(s)

And thumb

Holding my,

Ladyfinger

I want to

sex you

And i know you want to me too

Oh baby( chorus)

- Rames “The Body” Jadav 

P.S. Before you judge me, see this http://mailatimes.com/2009/07/21/report-pakistani-men-are-sexy/


P.S. 2 This is supposed to be humorous ! Stop taking everything so seriously! seriously!

the boy who lived..to fornicate

hello to the peoples of the worlds.

before anything, shaving advice - do it just After you've had a bath and NOT before it. that way your skin is smoother and wet (did i mention dont wipe ur face) so its a lot easier and no cuts!

Yea, so people in my work place like to chat up while they pee. Umm, i don't. Which leads to funny situations. Let's just leave it that.

Lately, i haven't been able to go for random meet ups and parties (ooh!) coz of various reasons. No, i haven't become decidedly asocial; it just hasn't worked out for one reason or another. Which basically means, guys, it was just happenstance. its all good; Keep the invites coming!

Man i like work. I just want to get free earlier. Coz the way it stands, it barely leaves time for other things. Like cleaning my underwear(read hand towel) drawer for instance. Or poker. You get the drift.

I started listening to UK asian music back in the 10th grade. Mom said its just a phase beta. Its been 6 years now. Long phase maa.

Man i should've gone for P's social gathering last night. It would've been a night of drunken debaucherous revelry. Sigh.

You win some, you dim sum.

What is up with the way people drive? No seriously. Lanes! They're meant for a purpose. So are indicators(!) And when you can see the light's countdown is about to end, i can see why you might want to set your hair, touch yourself(1) or whatever. Why not start your cars while you're at it eh? Never mind.

Talking of work, I've started doing in 3 weeks what I didn't do in 3 years of college.

No no, i haven't stopped watching porn(2). I meant carrying a wallet. The uncle transformation is complete! *glint*

I need more formal shirts! *hint hint* Talking of which, I'll be 21 in 5 odd months! I dont like the sound of that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYuG1LBkhNI

Its an irish folk song. You might like it, you might not. I do.(dd take note)

Oh and i got a week's worth of gym membership at this new gym near office while i chatted up the owner. Vaaao( saif style)

More later

rgds

Dh1

P.S. Looking forward to Funny People, the movie. Imdb it!

(1) - explore your body. you know, like basturmate and stuff.

(2) - No i don't watch porn. Yes i do. No i don't.