Monday, April 13, 2009

It's been .... a 100 HTML coded text cocoons full of joy :)


It's that feeling which is so often described as indescribable.... I ll give you a slight hint .......

And Michael Clarke, the blonde bombshell from South Australia has scored his first hundred against India on Indian soil... What a moment !!! What a player !!!

And Cristiano Ronaldo has hit the ground running.... When you get such a ball, of such high quality inside the 6 yard box, you have no other choice....that ball had "hit me" written all over it.. He did not place it...he put his foot through it...he smashed it and it stayed hit...because sometimes you know that today I have to go out and get myself a hundred and Cristiano's has done exactly that...A 100 for himself and a hundred priceless goals for Manchester United........

Without boring all of you any further :) I ll just say it... a 100 posts... And I am not proud of it at all :) surprised ??? It is because I temporarily retired from blogging in the interim otherwise I would have been very close to the 150 mark by now... I saw a dearth of topics and I could not blog just for the sake of it...so a sabbatical was in order and I am glad to say that I am back refreshed.

One of the biggest advantages of having girls as your friends is that..... your sixth sense can go for an extended vacation to Idaho. Girls have these magical sixth, seventh , eighth, ,nine....errrr... infinite senses which they put to severely good use. Girls also attach importance to several things of avoidable importance such the plastic Slice bottles which they use to carry water in. One Ms S forgot her bottle, went half the way home and then realised that she was missing the bottle which held the magical elixir. I was called up and told to hunt it down and preserve it. When I did return it to her, her entire face lit up and she smiled and beamed widely..... So much happiness for something which can easily replaced with a Fanta bottle :) Beyond my comprehension :)

What do I look for in girls ??? What attracts me to the beautiful and fairer+stronger sex ?? It all lies in the eyes and the smile... I look for depth and a complete reflection of the girl's inner self in the eyes. The eyes are a give away about one's character and they are indirectly connected with the smile. If the smile reaches the eyes, breaches the pupils like a ship gently touching the shore creating little wavelets of warmth then there is seldom anything lovelier...... When girls smile...the feeling is indescribable and if you have ever made a girl smile the moment is truly treasureable. I believe that if I am unemployed and homeless in the near future ( looking at the recent recession hit market, it is a strong possibility :) ) , I can make a living out of making girls smile..... it would be rewarding and eternally satisfying...

I have seen lots and hundreds of girls smiling... ( contrary to some people's belief that I have not seen many girls ) but only two have taken my breath away and I literally mean it ( I was not clutching at my throat and gripping the sides of a table in the throes of suffocated death :) ) These smiles made me stop breathing for a moment just to admire their sheer beauty. It appeared as if breathing would disturb the beautiful moment... One smile belongs to my Mom... My mother is beautiful and she has an amazing smile...she smiles and the world lights up for me dispelling all my tensions and pressures for a brief period. I try about almost everything possible to make her laugh as often as possible which includes me approaching her in my bathing towel and pleading with her to bathe me because I feel that I look fairer when she scrubs all my dirt off :) . The other smile belongs to this certain Ms T. Now her smile...FLATTENS me.... She holes my liner and makes me believe that angels and fairies exist in reality. I would sell myself to make her smile :) My gimmicks to make her smile include reading snatches of text from medical tablet strips abruptly between conversations ( a miserable failure :( ) and cracking horrible and lame jokes at frequent intervals. Hey T.. if you are reading this... I know you must be smiling, right ??? Yup, I can already see those beautiful lips curving into the most stunning smile I have ever seen :)

It is clear the I am missing someone.... Shucks... just when I thought that my 100 th post would be about the colour of LK Advani's underpants..... I am confused... I am afraid to sing JAI HO and apprehensive about rendering BHAI HO.... I am bewildered about Varun Gandhi's speech which I wholeheartedly mistook to be a delivery from a monkey king asking his primate subjects to learn salsa..... I am half expecting Advani to come out with a statement "I do the cha cha like a sissy girl" :) I have gone bonkers :) raving mad... a 100 posts needs celebration.... somebody open a bottle of Fanta apple.. Go ...bite :) CIAO


Sunday, April 12, 2009

Requiem for a dream, infestation of the brain for satisfaction.............


His steps were slow and unwavering. as he reached his destination, an abandoned cottage shaped shed, he paused for a while and sniffed the dusk air..There was still some time left..He occupied a bench and revelled in the fading light..Thoughts were racing like a dog with a burnt tail through his head. His hands reached up to scratch his chin and cheeks... His fingers met with resistance provided by his facial hair. It had been a long time since he had shaved. A trickle of blood coursed down his jaw and splattered onto his shorts. Distracted he looked down to see his hands...Bloodstained........His eye right eye was swollen, the lid bloody and the pupil barely recognizable.....



The hand that had caused the injury was still lying at his feet. Severed.... the lifeless fingers seemed to beckon... Seething he kicked the lifeless hand away.....Power...was intoxicating....Liquor like addiction rather...Momentary discern caused by the firefly caused him to stop and notice it through his good eye..... Violence was supreme... the essence of crushing something so fragile and consuming it.... The raw hunger was insatiable... transcending beyond comprehension...stretching out of the reach of logic and confinement of one's passion to burst free.

The moon seemed to be hesitant. Pity was self loathing and the mystical was rampant. The aura was full of energy and the air was charged with electricity........

Requiem for a dream, infestation of the brain for satisfaction.............

The moon revealed itself......




The transformation was underway.... Man gave way to the untamed....Reasoning , logic and care gave way to passion , unbridled hunger and animal instinct.....


The werewolf was an embodiment of man's will to break free, explore unprecedented horizons and howl out it's rebellious message to the world....

With a swish of the tail, he bounded out of the shed and disappeared into the night...


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