What is it with guys who play extra loud dance music in their cars when they're around attractive women? I mean, like the music videos, do they imagine the woman will get totally turned on, start gyrating in the middle of the street (complete with pelvic thrusts) and say to him: "C'mon baby, i wanna ride you right now", while she plays with the lollipop in her mouth?
They're a weird breed. These boys who drive around in cars outside girls colleges.
They usually get this mad glint in their eyes when they see a woman from about 50mtrs away - and just then, the volume goes up to decibel levels that would deafen an ageing pilot in an aircraft - 2kms above in the sky; following which the tyres screech about making the cars look quite absurd, as if the car itself was constipated. They then proceed to zoom past the college, trying to catch the attention of the aforementioned women - while completely ignoring them - as if to say, "I'm so cool in my loud souped up ambassador that i really don't need to look at you women cuz you'll just get off right then and there in my ignoring you and you wanting me sooo badd!" - and in zooming past they almost run over a cyclist, honk insanely at a female driver (while hurling abuses) and speed up even more when they see a cop in the distance.
I remember seeing this particular scene a coupl've times when i went to the annual MCC college fest - dressed in tiiiiiite jeans and a pullover for some bizarre reason - namely, i thought it looked 'cool'; and i hoped i'd run into some gorgeous woman with long tresses and a beaming smile and we'd fall head over heels in love in just looking at each other in that one instant.
I looked and looked and looked. Suffice to say i didn't really find any such woman, neither did she find me. Reality is a little different from what you hope it might be. And then college life itself wasn't too much fun.
I've come a fairly long way since then. I've got older for one. Who cares.
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I like my garden at the office, though it doesn't look as preened as it did when i first moved in. The maali who took care of it for about 6 months - proper fucked my garden. I need to spend some money to set it right.
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Zurich is a beautiful city.
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learn to move like JT...for kicks
Finally moved in...it's been a painful process to say the least. Even the dogs looked stressed!
It's like - all day when i was packing...all i could think about was this one moment when i knew i'd be sitting in my new bedroom - with the mattress on the floor....boxes around...and just sitting or sleeping....
Basically just being - still.
'Veg-Out' as Vivian put it. hehe
'Stillness' is nice. Even if there is sound around you - because the visual picture is still....everything seems so silent.
Silence prevails over stillness. It hovers....
Right now i'm listening to something by 'The Cardigans' and because the room itself is so 'still'…the sound almost seems like it’s playing on a really small cassette deck – but on stage…in something as big as the Sydney opera house…with not a soul in sight. And a few dogs sleeping peacefully…
It’s so refreshing really…
The next morning now and I’m sitting in my office with a nice hot cuppa kaali chai…which has become cold from the time I wrote the beginning of the sentence cuz of an in-house meeting hehe…
And now it’s evening cuz I left this document open the whole day and never got around to jotting down my thoughts!
Was sitting in the afternoon and picking movies from www.seventymm.com (just became a member- yay!)…dude…they have some hajaaaar movies there man…had a headache by the time I added everything in my wishlist. (Yes yes, they have a substantial ‘adult movies’ section as well lol) …and the tv and dvd player is coming in my room – so double yay!! (yay….yay…..ya…[echo]….)
So I’ve got Blood Diamond in wishlist…then there’s Capote…what else? I ‘queued’ a whole bunch of biography type movies…really enjoy watching movies like that…oh ya – Ali also..never tire of watching that film…actually looking forward to getting home …haven’t had that feeling in a while…
Ok, completely different subject – but Ayesha Takia has really huge….ermm…uh…sunglasses…on her face…which has her wearing this tiiiiiiiiitte t-shirt showing in clear view….the caption! Yes! That’s it…the caption on her t-shirt…which reads (rubbing eyes)…
“I have huge knockers”
Nice. I couldn’t have said it better. Lol
I’m quite mental…it’s good to be mental…like completely out’ve the blue I’ll want to give a randomn person (usually my brother) a ‘shoto’. In Ninjutsu parlance, that’s a shot you hit your victim with the side of your hand – with the fingers at 90 degrees to the palm…for maximum effect – use your entire body (oooooooooooooo) behind your hand – with the hand as your weapon of choice.
Doesn’t Fatboy Slim have a song that goes something like that? Or has that title… ‘weapon of choice’…
I like ‘The Bride’s’ weapon of choice in Kill Bill…when she’s going to Kill – Bill. With the five point exploding heart technique. Other times she uses a ‘Hattori Hanzo’ sword.
Khachhhhhhhhhkkkkk ….pffffffbbbbzzzzsssssssssssssss……ssss….ss…s……
(sound effect of head being chopped off and squirting of blood from sliced neck (non-neck now))
Yes…I’m bored. How did you guess?
dude...
I drank from 1pm yesterday afternoon to 1am this morning - and I ROCKED the party!! haha
...went for a friend's engagement party...and it was insane...the amount of alcohol that was flowing through the day. I hadn't drunk that much in the afternoon since goa...danced like mad..with pretty much every good looking woman there! hehe at one point I was pointing out to whoever I was gonna dance with next...and they ofcourse, had no choice in the matter ;)
and its also amazing the conversations you have when ur drunk...and how awful you can sound while singing when ur drunk! ...i'd been singing prettymuch the whole day..so by the end of the night, my throat was fucked!! I mean, I could barely talk man...
And now its monday morning...with alcohol in my veins, barely able to talk and two days of packing to go since we're moving home...
Apparently there are three kinds of pain that are MOST traumatic:
1. Dental pain
2. Giving Birth
3. Moving house!
I'm really not looking forward to it...at the same time,I think i'll be quite happy once we're settled in. Been a while since we've lived in an apartment complex...should be an interesting experience...more people - more 'prospects' ;) - and the club house isn't bad either! lol
http://youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg
hehehehehe a great way to start the week
cheers
malls have a really strange energy...it's so heavy...i'm sure there's a name for people suffering from a phobia related to malls...or large, crowded, noisy places...
Imagine if you were put in a room..blindfolded...tied to a chair...and all you heard all around you was the noise from an extremely noisy place....you know you're alone....and yet get the feeling that you aren't...like ur being watched....or talked about...or laughed at....it'd be like chinese torture...slow...
till the noise drove you insane...
...and you eventually went deaf.
After which the silence would be deafening.
Namashkaar. Hamra naam hain Bholu Kanhaiyalaal - aur voh bhi ae ....kaa bolat hain....haaan...aur voh bhi ischliye kayonki hamri ek laal gae hain. Voh gao vaalon dekhat rahe hamari gae ko - aur hamra naam rakh liya Kanhaiyalaal
HAEHAEHAEHAEHAE.....ahuuo...hmmm...aur kanhaiya kaiyonki hum thodi kaale hain...
Ik din kaa kua - hamri gae jo hain na...voh haraa rang ka paani nikaal rahi thi....haen? ...nahi samjhe?? ....aaaa.....voh kahat hain na usse.....loooj....looj....arrey!....haaan....looj mashaan....hamari gae ko looj mashaaan ho gaya tha....
to hum soche, "arrey...eee sasur ka hoi gava?! Itna looj mashaan nikaale gi to doodh bhi vaheen se nikala jaavat!" ....hum the bade pareshaan....
phir hamra gao ka daaktur...Misraji...voh aee. Hum unhe poochat, "Meesraajee, ee gae ko tanik theek keejiye! Ee sasuri hamara doodh bhi nikaal baithegi!"
Meesraajee bole, "Arre sasura tum pagal ho kaa?!? Hume bolat ho ki humri betee bimaar hai...voh sasuri haraa pani nikaala hai...hum soche tum kauno pagal to nahi ho gaye ho, to hum chale aee - aene k baad humhe kahat ho ki tumhri beteen gaeehain!! Humhe to sarpanchvaa se kumplaant karna chahiye ki poore gaovaloon ki gayeen ko tumhri boori nazar lag sakat hain! Pataa nahi tum raat ko tabaelen mein jaa kar kaa karat ho!!!!"
B - "Arrey meesrajee...kahe gussa hoth ho? Humri Chamiya ki taabayaat theek kardo bhaee"
M - "Chamiyaa?!!"
B - "...eeh.....eh he .....voh is sasuri ka naam rakhen hain hum"
M - "Bholu - tumhra demaag ka ilaaj karna chahi ...filhaal hum ee sasuri ko dekhat hain.............
.....oh ho.....eeka kaaa khilaei hain tum?"
B - "...kuch nahi sarkaar....hum kal raat ko shher se gae ka burger lekar aee the - to isko bhi thoda dae diya"
M - ".................."
B - "??"
M - "Tum ek gae ko gae khilaye ho?"
B - "Haan sarkaar...kyon kaono galti kare hain kaa?"
M - "Bholu, tumhre bheje mein gobar hain gobar! Ee gae ki ghaan mein sirf paani hain - tumhre bheje mein saaaraa GOBARRR!!!!"
B - "...ehe ....aap ke bhi bheje mein hai kaa sarkaar?"
Aur iske baad, Meesraaajee humhre peechee peechee bhaagte bhaagte...aur hum aage aage nikal gaye....
Shayad gae ka burger gae ko nahi khilvaana chahi....sochne ki baat hain....
What do you do?
Do you climb over a wall
and into a booth
(after a bad fall)
and say, 'hello? i've been thinking about you..'
Or do you go down by the way side
Try to run and hide
From the growing feelings
deep inside
Until they come out
like a great big monster
strangling and choking
till you don't remember what gots you to her
and she don't remember what gots her to you
And you act like a fool
trying to act all cool
while the monster eats you up inside
...and time you try to bide
Hoping and praying its to go away
"stay away!! far far away!!!"
youz tells it to
but itz don't listen to you
cuz itz just a voce
deeps inside yer head
n insied yur heart
which you gotta tear apart
'fore itz doez to yeu
what etz aalwez dun
skinned yer 'live
and skinned yer life
dae aftrr dae
till youz left with noevun
but yersulf
and that deep voce'e yurz
wud thaat be fun then?
aye?
wud it?
arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!
ovvvff wid eeezz ead!!
I'm just putting this down here cuz half the time i feel like writing about something; i'm either driving, or in the shower or waiting to go into a meeting...basically places i can't suddenly decide to spend 30mins to write about 'do cows have wisdom teeth?' or 'do people with big behinds have smellier farts?' or something along those lines...i'd like to think that my writing is 'observational'...like standup comics...
Was watching a video of Russell Peters the other day, and all he talks about are the people he has met or the places he's been to and his observations about the same...i think the funniest standup comics are the ones who just look at life - the way it is - everyone else is just too spaced out to notice...
Anyway, i had some funda in my head last evening about women and how they have a very convenient sense of what's 'right' and what's 'wrong'...it's like a guy (unless he's a politician) will look at things in black or white...and women will ONLY look at everything in the 7 distinguishable shades of grey your eye can see...this is my opinion dude, and it doesn't apply to all women...just a few that i've met...
Another thing about women is that they're great fans of 'denial'...if a chick was seeing a guy named 'Daniel' - even better!
Something else also...dunno, don't remember...
later
This cursor blinks constantly....like someone's winking...*wink* *wink* *wink* *wink*...
This is what happens when you lose practise...i've been writing erratically for the last few weeks...basically cuz i said i'd finish with the day2 & day3 posts in the 'delhi' series, but been too lazy to collate all the info...damn procrastination
Was reading an article on someone yesterday, happened to meet her recently and 'googled' her...found she loves to Salsa...hehehe....handy info for the next time she's in town. This in turn got me thinking about all the little things that people know about me - and i don't even know that they know....y'know, it's putting yourself in that place where someone can catch you off guard by saying something you completely DO NOT expect them to know?...it's a strange feeling...and you're left with, "How did he/she know....where...when did i say...*scratching head*..."
I don't have any particular plans for christmas or new year...we were supposed to go to Chigmagulur for new years eve, but dunno if that's happening...somehow i've got to that place where i'd really much rather spend 'special occasions' with people i know, as opposed to going out with a bunch of people i barely know....drinking...dancing....pretending to have a good time....maybe even having a good time...but then it ends up being just another party night with a 'new years eve' tag to it...what a waste of time...i sound like such a grandpa na? A friend of mine calls me that....'grandpa' cuz i'm always dishing out advice...even when she doesn't want to hear it....
I wonder what 2007 will be like...in the last coupl've years, i've increasingly started feeling as though the months just whoosh past and before you know it - it's new years eve all over again...i hope i don't feel this way, come 2008...
I'm thinking, what if i gave up all this...and became a hermit (not exactly). Lived in the mountains...walked my dog in the morning...wrote books...had a vegetable garden in the backyard...hehehehe....im thinking of all this and laughing in my head :) ...the way life is right now, i'd go mad in two days if i became a hermit!
*wink* *wink* *wink*.....*wink* *wink*....*wink*...
I'm a little bored as you can see...but gotta get back to work..
toodles
