Saala, Gabbar. Aa be aa. (Duex)
As I have mentioned already, Madhav and I had certain
instinct together. When Gabbar entered the toilet that
day, something stopped us from running down. Gabbar
acted a little smart that day.
He went inside casually and within couple of minutes he
suddenly opened the door to see who was standing outside.
None. He did that again. It was just too much adrenaline
for us. We ran down the third time he locked himself. We
stood before his door. Inside his tap was running. Ok, one,
two, three go. Saala Gabbar, aa be aa. We started banging.
To our utter horror, Gabbar was patiently waiting inside
faking a running tap. The moment we started banging, Gabbar
unlocked the door. Our mind took few micro seconds to
understand what was happening. We held on to the handle
of the door. A fierce tug of war went for a minute.Gabbar,
fuming and shouting from inside was trying to open the door
with all his strength. We were trying to close the door
holding on to our dear lives and the door handle.
We managed to outpull him, then we closed the door from
outside and ran to our room.
Gabbar started his * profanity and started banging and
kicking the door from inside. Nobody dared to open the door.
We lived in panic for a full hour. If there were any last
lines, we crossed them. A defeat of that magnitude will not
go down very well with any senior. Sooner or later he was
going to find out who it was. Images of hanging upside down
from the terrace, running butt naked around the campus,
eating a full toothpaste, licking his shoes etc flashed
in our minds.
Next day, Gabbar looked like someone who didn’t get his
sleep for days. Dark circles grew under his eyes. We watched
in horror, Gabbar like a buffoon, faking the toilet act
and suddenly coming out only to find none outside.
It went on for a long time. We didn’t dare to push it any further.
An astonishing thing happened then. Gabbar faked entering
the toilet for the tenth time. Then, a junior ran towards
his toilet, locked him from outside and started banging on
his door. Saala, Gabbar. Aa be aa. Nobody opened the
door later. We all forgot about him and went to the college.
It was rumoured that, that day, Gabbar neither shouted from
inside nor asked any one to open the door. An unsuspecting
soul who accidentally opened that door around noon was
punched so hard that he saw Divya Bharathi who was long
dead by then.
We never saw Gabbar around toilets again. Within couple of
days, he managed somehow to get a bed in the seniors hostel
and left. Later, at the end of that year, Gabbar was elected
as Senior of the year during the farewell party.
We came to know that he was actually a warm hearted and fun
loving dude. He shook hands with all of us. I have to admit
that I got shit scared when I shook his hands.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Saala Gabbar. Aa be aa.
We called him Gabbar singh. A singh looks odd in a
south Indian engineering college. This singh was a six
footer and well built. He looked too macho and too out
of this world. He was three years senior to us. In other
words he was equivalent to God.
People gave him his respect. He never stood in queues.
Food, toilets, bathrooms, hot water, tea, coffee,
cigerettes, lab, city buses, you name it, he used to
get it. Queues? Not his game. We, lesser mortals had to
fight for everything, an extra puri, relieving a bloated
stomach, what not and what the fuck not.
Gabbar singh was the lion king. He was just too
invincible. (That was because he was accidentally misplaced
in juniors hostel.).
Every one used to wake up late. Except few souls. Madhav
and I were one of those souls. Madhav always wakes up in
an emergency mode. He had to empty his stomach at any cost
with in few minutes he wakes up. On a normal day he does that
without any hindrance because he wakes early. On a normal
day he gets to choose his favourite toilet because he wakes
up early.
That day wasn't normal. The chicken 69 that was served
the night before created several emergency wake up
situations that morning. For the fisrt time in his life
Madhav had competition. Just when he couldn't hold it any
longer he finally got an empty toilet, but then, Gabbar
entered and said, 'Ahoy. Stop there. I gotta go'. Madhav waited
outside with his eyes bulged, legs crossed, hands knotted
around his head, counting every micro second for full
ten minutes.
Now, my best buddy Madhav was a true hot blooded young gun.
Fuck Gabbar he said, the next day, I want to take revenge.
The idea of striking at the invincible Gabbar enticed me.
We hatched a plan.
One advantage we had was, from our room we had a view of
the corridor to the bathrooms and toilets. In other words,
we could keep vigilance. The next day when we saw Gabbar
entering his LU, we ran downstairs and reached the toilets.
One, two and three. Aha! The third one. The invincible
Gabbar was singing inside. May be singing makes it easier
for Sikhs. We thought. We unveiled Step 1. Madhav and I
started banging on Gabbar’s toilet door so hard that the
door looked like as if it was going to fall off.
Gabbar shouted from inside, Saala, Bhosdike, Bhainchod…….
That was sheer adrenaline rush for us. Stepping into
a senior’s territory was unthinkable in those days. With
great courage we mustered,
Saala Gabbar. Aa be aa. Baahar aa.
We could imagine the lion king fuming inside. Just when
we thought Gabbar was about to quickly finish his act and
open the door, we darted upstairs. (Madhav and I had an
instinct for these kind of things). We reached our room
and watched Gabbar roughing up some innocent juniors to
know who it was. That night we became kind of celebrities.
Saala, Gabbar caught on like wild fire.
Next day morning, before entering the toilet, Gabbar looked
around and marked all the men. Immediately we ran down,
waited for Gabbar to start the act and then started banging
on his door. Saala, Gabbar. Aa be aa. Baahar aa. Most
of our buddies and dudes were too shell shocked at out
sheer audacity. Getting caught in an act like that meant,
literally, death. Gabbar started his *chod profanity.
(We knew too little hindi to understand what he was saying).
We performed a superb and clean act that day. Just before
Gabbar opened the door shouting at the top of his lungs we
disappeared. Most of our buddies too, out of sheer panic
disappeared that day.
On day three an interesting thing happened.
how did gabbar trap smiley?
what did smiley do?
more in the upcoming
Saala Gabbar. Aa be aa.
We called him Gabbar singh. A singh looks odd in a
south Indian engineering college. This singh was a six
footer and well built. He looked too macho and too out
of this world. He was three years senior to us. In other
words he was equivalent to God.
People gave him his respect. He never stood in queues.
Food, toilets, bathrooms, hot water, tea, coffee,
cigerettes, lab, city buses, you name it, he used to
get it. Queues? Not his game. We, lesser mortals had to
fight for everything, an extra puri, relieving a bloated
stomach, what not and what the fuck not.
Gabbar singh was the lion king. He was just too
invincible. (That was because he was accidentally misplaced
in juniors hostel.).
Every one used to wake up late. Except few souls. Madhav
and I were one of those souls. Madhav always wakes up in
an emergency mode. He had to empty his stomach at any cost
with in few minutes he wakes up. On a normal day he does that
without any hindrance because he wakes early. On a normal
day he gets to choose his favourite toilet because he wakes
up early.
That day wasn't normal. The chicken 69 that was served
the night before created several emergency wake up
situations that morning. For the fisrt time in his life
Madhav had competition. Just when he couldn't hold it any
longer he finally got an empty toilet, but then, Gabbar
entered and said, 'Ahoy. Stop there. I gotta go'. Madhav waited
outside with his eyes bulged, legs crossed, hands knotted
around his head, counting every micro second for full
ten minutes.
Now, my best buddy Madhav was a true hot blooded young gun.
Fuck Gabbar he said, the next day, I want to take revenge.
The idea of striking at the invincible Gabbar enticed me.
We hatched a plan.
One advantage we had was, from our room we had a view of
the corridor to the bathrooms and toilets. In other words,
we could keep vigilance. The next day when we saw Gabbar
entering his LU, we ran downstairs and reached the toilets.
One, two and three. Aha! The third one. The invincible
Gabbar was singing inside. May be singing makes it easier
for Sikhs. We thought. We unveiled Step 1. Madhav and I
started banging on Gabbar’s toilet door so hard that the
door looked like as if it was going to fall off.
Gabbar shouted from inside, Saala, Bhosdike, Bhainchod…….
That was sheer adrenaline rush for us. Stepping into
a senior’s territory was unthinkable in those days. With
great courage we mustered,
Saala Gabbar. Aa be aa. Baahar aa.
We could imagine the lion king fuming inside. Just when
we thought Gabbar was about to quickly finish his act and
open the door, we darted upstairs. (Madhav and I had an
instinct for these kind of things). We reached our room
and watched Gabbar roughing up some innocent juniors to
know who it was. That night we became kind of celebrities.
Saala, Gabbar caught on like wild fire.
Next day morning, before entering the toilet, Gabbar looked
around and marked all the men. Immediately we ran down,
waited for Gabbar to start the act and then started banging
on his door. Saala, Gabbar. Aa be aa. Baahar aa. Most
of our buddies and dudes were too shell shocked at out
sheer audacity. Getting caught in an act like that meant,
literally, death. Gabbar started his *chod profanity.
(We knew too little hindi to understand what he was saying).
We performed a superb and clean act that day. Just before
Gabbar opened the door shouting at the top of his lungs we
disappeared. Most of our buddies too, out of sheer panic
disappeared that day.
On day three an interesting thing happened.
how did gabbar trap smiley?
what did smiley do?
more in the upcoming
Saala Gabbar. Aa be aa.
Friday, June 25, 2004
Happy Birthday Alpha
Some people are cool. Some people are not. (Duh)You get to be comfortable with some people and you get to be stiff with others.(Duh)
They say (Ok, I made this up) work your way through, rewards follow. I didn’t start jdv to make friends. I just wrote. I ended up making beautiful and loving friends. Babita, Adi, Lee, Pyari Fairy, LL, Neil, Two P, Alpha etc.
Usually for me, it takes years to build a comfortable relationship. I usually stay in my shell. With some I just instantly be myself and be cool.
Alpha is one such. (This praising stuff is getting repetitive lately. But still...)
Not a single day had passed with out her comment or post making me laugh ever since I met her online. (That was a complex sentence. Patrix, grammar check?)
She is such a cool and beautiful chick. (Yeah winners! she is taken.)
To mouth shut, to grumpy, to mouth open, to the evil twin, to a plethora of other characters, to our collective sweetheart, to our alpha, to the queen bee-
May God double bless your already blessed and happy soul with many more blessed and happy years and May you bless us with your happy, unmatched, amazing and enduring wit for many more years to come.
Three cheers to Alpha.
Yours lovingly,
The usual gang of losers, winners, oldies and moms. (And all those lots of hot chicks who anonymously read this blog.)
P.S 30: Alpha just turned thirty.
P.S 2.0: I tried to come up with a wonderfully written happy birthday post. But I aint good with words like Lee or Patrix. I tried to come up with a cool gimmick just like Fairy does on her blog (floating balloons and stuff). But I aint good with gimmicks. I tried to come up with a nice cartoon to post. But I aint good with scheduling to have enough spare times for stuff like that. So, ended up being the same old smiley. Tall on promises, short on delivery. (Gee, I hope this doesn’t get extended to my sex life). So, I ended you up with a silly happy birthday post. Whatever girl. Go break a neck. Kick a butt. Do all that Jinchak stuff. Its your birthday. On the other side of the world, remember, you have friends to say cheers to you.
Some people are cool. Some people are not. (Duh)You get to be comfortable with some people and you get to be stiff with others.(Duh)
They say (Ok, I made this up) work your way through, rewards follow. I didn’t start jdv to make friends. I just wrote. I ended up making beautiful and loving friends. Babita, Adi, Lee, Pyari Fairy, LL, Neil, Two P, Alpha etc.
Usually for me, it takes years to build a comfortable relationship. I usually stay in my shell. With some I just instantly be myself and be cool.
Alpha is one such. (This praising stuff is getting repetitive lately. But still...)
Not a single day had passed with out her comment or post making me laugh ever since I met her online. (That was a complex sentence. Patrix, grammar check?)
She is such a cool and beautiful chick. (Yeah winners! she is taken.)
To mouth shut, to grumpy, to mouth open, to the evil twin, to a plethora of other characters, to our collective sweetheart, to our alpha, to the queen bee-
May God double bless your already blessed and happy soul with many more blessed and happy years and May you bless us with your happy, unmatched, amazing and enduring wit for many more years to come.
Three cheers to Alpha.
Yours lovingly,
The usual gang of losers, winners, oldies and moms. (And all those lots of hot chicks who anonymously read this blog.)
P.S 30: Alpha just turned thirty.
P.S 2.0: I tried to come up with a wonderfully written happy birthday post. But I aint good with words like Lee or Patrix. I tried to come up with a cool gimmick just like Fairy does on her blog (floating balloons and stuff). But I aint good with gimmicks. I tried to come up with a nice cartoon to post. But I aint good with scheduling to have enough spare times for stuff like that. So, ended up being the same old smiley. Tall on promises, short on delivery. (Gee, I hope this doesn’t get extended to my sex life). So, I ended you up with a silly happy birthday post. Whatever girl. Go break a neck. Kick a butt. Do all that Jinchak stuff. Its your birthday. On the other side of the world, remember, you have friends to say cheers to you.
Monday, June 21, 2004
Hymn to the Mother of the Gods
Hail to our mother,
who caused the yellow flowers to blossom,
who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to our mother,
who poured forth white flowers in abundance,
who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to our mother,
who caused the yellow flowers to blossom,
she who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to our mother,
who poured forth white flowers in abundance,
who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to the goddess who shines in the thorn bush
like a bright butterfly.
Ho! she is our mother,
goddess of the earth,
she puts life in the desert,
in the plains, in the water
and in the moountains.
Thus, thus,
you see her to be a model of liberality
toward all flesh.
And as you see the goddess of the earth do to the
wild beasts, so also does she toward the green herbs
and the fish.
An ancient Aztec Hymn
A free translation
Hail to our mother,
who caused the yellow flowers to blossom,
who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to our mother,
who poured forth white flowers in abundance,
who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to our mother,
who caused the yellow flowers to blossom,
she who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to our mother,
who poured forth white flowers in abundance,
who scattered the seeds of the maguey,
as she came forth from Paradise.
Hail to the goddess who shines in the thorn bush
like a bright butterfly.
Ho! she is our mother,
goddess of the earth,
she puts life in the desert,
in the plains, in the water
and in the moountains.
Thus, thus,
you see her to be a model of liberality
toward all flesh.
And as you see the goddess of the earth do to the
wild beasts, so also does she toward the green herbs
and the fish.
An ancient Aztec Hymn
A free translation
Friday, June 18, 2004
Smiley meets Lee - Do
Smiley, the Bindaas dude
I did twenty pushups, twenty abs, bleached my face (used a face scrub) and called Lee.
Me: Sweety Lee. I am still in Mumbai.
Lee: Mo maa?
Me: Jeez. Are you back on that meditation thing again?
Lee: (Thoo). I was brushing my teeth. Stupid.
Me: Ok, send me an SMS.
SMS: So what?
I some how convinced her that I was worthy enough to meet atleast during her lunch hour.
Lee: Ok, I can meet you for two minutes. I eat lunch at 1 PM at a restaurant that is right across the street. I cross the road to reach there. You can cross the road with me.
Me: Holy Grandma. Holy cow. Holy cow dung.
I met Lee at her office door.
Lee looked so cute. She wore a jeans and an orange top. I was afraid that I would eat her mistaking for an orange candy.
Lee: You look good. Ok, I will spend the whole afternoon with you.
Me: Holy Grandpa. Holy other Grandma. Spooking. Somebody stop me.
Lee took me to a huge corporate office and introduced me to a lot of her friends. Lee introduced me to her mom. (Or, was that her sister?). Lee treated me with a corporate lunch. Lee then took me to a beach. We walked for a long time. Lee then took me to Barista. Lee treated me with a Guava shake. Lee then took me to Dalal Street. Lee took me to BSE. Lee took me to a book store. Lee took me to a snack joint. We had American Chow Chow Paw. Then Lee took me to the Marine Drive.
I told her about myself, my ambitions and about my friend baboon. She laughed. Pretty soon, I found out that she wasn’t laughing but yawing. Lee then gave me a book. As a gift.
Idiots guide to winning a girl in thirty days.
But why would I need this book. I already won you. I thought. (Leaving the yawning part). Lee then took me to a huge book store. She showed me the books she liked. She showed me some cartoon books and read me some cartoons. We laughed. (This time it was real). Then she said it was time to say good bye.
On our way back I bought couple of mints. (Who knows? May be it was time for that hug and kiss). I dropped her at her station, shook her hands, thanked for everything and left in my cab. Oh, by the way, I gave a spike of a hedgehog as a gift to her. (Two Penny told me that girls would love stuff like that).
If my killer smile (barring the gap between the front teeth) doesnt impress her, my gift would.
I am sure. I am a winner. I am from HBM.
Smiley, the Bindaas dude
I did twenty pushups, twenty abs, bleached my face (used a face scrub) and called Lee.
Me: Sweety Lee. I am still in Mumbai.
Lee: Mo maa?
Me: Jeez. Are you back on that meditation thing again?
Lee: (Thoo). I was brushing my teeth. Stupid.
Me: Ok, send me an SMS.
SMS: So what?
I some how convinced her that I was worthy enough to meet atleast during her lunch hour.
Lee: Ok, I can meet you for two minutes. I eat lunch at 1 PM at a restaurant that is right across the street. I cross the road to reach there. You can cross the road with me.
Me: Holy Grandma. Holy cow. Holy cow dung.
I met Lee at her office door.
Lee looked so cute. She wore a jeans and an orange top. I was afraid that I would eat her mistaking for an orange candy.
Lee: You look good. Ok, I will spend the whole afternoon with you.
Me: Holy Grandpa. Holy other Grandma. Spooking. Somebody stop me.
Lee took me to a huge corporate office and introduced me to a lot of her friends. Lee introduced me to her mom. (Or, was that her sister?). Lee treated me with a corporate lunch. Lee then took me to a beach. We walked for a long time. Lee then took me to Barista. Lee treated me with a Guava shake. Lee then took me to Dalal Street. Lee took me to BSE. Lee took me to a book store. Lee took me to a snack joint. We had American Chow Chow Paw. Then Lee took me to the Marine Drive.
I told her about myself, my ambitions and about my friend baboon. She laughed. Pretty soon, I found out that she wasn’t laughing but yawing. Lee then gave me a book. As a gift.
Idiots guide to winning a girl in thirty days.
But why would I need this book. I already won you. I thought. (Leaving the yawning part). Lee then took me to a huge book store. She showed me the books she liked. She showed me some cartoon books and read me some cartoons. We laughed. (This time it was real). Then she said it was time to say good bye.
On our way back I bought couple of mints. (Who knows? May be it was time for that hug and kiss). I dropped her at her station, shook her hands, thanked for everything and left in my cab. Oh, by the way, I gave a spike of a hedgehog as a gift to her. (Two Penny told me that girls would love stuff like that).
If my killer smile (barring the gap between the front teeth) doesnt impress her, my gift would.
I am sure. I am a winner. I am from HBM.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Smiley Meets Lee - Ek
Lee, the Jinchak chik
Ok, I admit. I made up that Mumbai trip. I went there to just meet Lee. (I am that desperate to get out of that winners club of HBM). Unfortunately for me, my timing sucked. (It always sucks.) The day I landed in Mumbai, Lee was just back from a ten days meditation camp.
Me: Sweetie Lee. I am in Mumbai.
Lee: mo maa? (She wasnt supposed to speak that day).
Me: Ok, send me an SMS.
SMS: So what?
Well, that was an unexpected branch of the flow chart I drew in my end. (My flow chart was supposed to take me and Lee to Lonavala).
I convinced her somehow that I was worthy enough to meet atleast that evening.
Lee: Ok. I can spare you two minutes. My office is right across GT station. I get out of my office at 6:00 and will cross the street to catch the train. You can cross the street with me.
Me: Holy mama. Sounds fantastic. (Ha! Finally. I am going to be a real winner. I am going to be a winner. Laa la lallaa laa laa. I am going to be a winner.)
I met Lee at her office door.
Lee: You look good. Ok, I will spend two hours with you. But you have to pay the bills.
Me: Holy Papa. Spooking. Somebody stop me.
Lee took me to a beach. (Or was that India kings? Sorry India Gate? Sorry Gateway of India?) She showed me the old Taj and the new Taj. She showed me a shady Arabic joint.
She treated me with a masala corn. She took me for a walk on the beach side road. One wave broke on us we almost got wet. (TP dude, stop imagining things. Remember? She is Sis Lee).
Then I saw, Mc Donalds.
Me: Can we have fries there?
Lee: Sure. But you will have to pay.
Me: Spooking.
She took wedges. I took fries. While eating.
Lee: Who is your favourite author?
Me: (Let me look like I know stuff). Ayn Rand. I like him a lot. I like the way he runs the suspense throughout the book.
Lee nodded in agreement.
Me: (Am I getting good at this or what?) Who is your favourite?
Lee: Stephen king. I like spooky stuff.
Then Lee took me to a pub with Mario Miranda cartoons on the wall. I had couple of beers and she had couple of zeers. I had chicken and she had lollipops. She laughed for all the jokes I cracked and all the adventures I told. Finally when I was telling her how my friends dog always liked sniffing my ass I realized that she hadnt been laughing but yawning. I thanked her for her time and said good night.
Day 2.
I woke up and scrubbed my face with a rabbits tail. (Adi gave me this, before I left to Mumbai. He said it worked for him everytime.) I looked at the man in the mirror and said
Dude, dont you worry. You are gonna win Lee today.
will Smiley win Lee?
Read next
Smiley Meets Lee - Do
Smiley, the Bindaas dude
Lee, the Jinchak chik
Ok, I admit. I made up that Mumbai trip. I went there to just meet Lee. (I am that desperate to get out of that winners club of HBM). Unfortunately for me, my timing sucked. (It always sucks.) The day I landed in Mumbai, Lee was just back from a ten days meditation camp.
Me: Sweetie Lee. I am in Mumbai.
Lee: mo maa? (She wasnt supposed to speak that day).
Me: Ok, send me an SMS.
SMS: So what?
Well, that was an unexpected branch of the flow chart I drew in my end. (My flow chart was supposed to take me and Lee to Lonavala).
I convinced her somehow that I was worthy enough to meet atleast that evening.
Lee: Ok. I can spare you two minutes. My office is right across GT station. I get out of my office at 6:00 and will cross the street to catch the train. You can cross the street with me.
Me: Holy mama. Sounds fantastic. (Ha! Finally. I am going to be a real winner. I am going to be a winner. Laa la lallaa laa laa. I am going to be a winner.)
I met Lee at her office door.
Lee: You look good. Ok, I will spend two hours with you. But you have to pay the bills.
Me: Holy Papa. Spooking. Somebody stop me.
Lee took me to a beach. (Or was that India kings? Sorry India Gate? Sorry Gateway of India?) She showed me the old Taj and the new Taj. She showed me a shady Arabic joint.
She treated me with a masala corn. She took me for a walk on the beach side road. One wave broke on us we almost got wet. (TP dude, stop imagining things. Remember? She is Sis Lee).
Then I saw, Mc Donalds.
Me: Can we have fries there?
Lee: Sure. But you will have to pay.
Me: Spooking.
She took wedges. I took fries. While eating.
Lee: Who is your favourite author?
Me: (Let me look like I know stuff). Ayn Rand. I like him a lot. I like the way he runs the suspense throughout the book.
Lee nodded in agreement.
Me: (Am I getting good at this or what?) Who is your favourite?
Lee: Stephen king. I like spooky stuff.
Then Lee took me to a pub with Mario Miranda cartoons on the wall. I had couple of beers and she had couple of zeers. I had chicken and she had lollipops. She laughed for all the jokes I cracked and all the adventures I told. Finally when I was telling her how my friends dog always liked sniffing my ass I realized that she hadnt been laughing but yawning. I thanked her for her time and said good night.
Day 2.
I woke up and scrubbed my face with a rabbits tail. (Adi gave me this, before I left to Mumbai. He said it worked for him everytime.) I looked at the man in the mirror and said
Dude, dont you worry. You are gonna win Lee today.
will Smiley win Lee?
Read next
Smiley Meets Lee - Do
Smiley, the Bindaas dude
Pre Scriptum
It was such a nice experience. Lee was way too patient in
honoring my whimsical wish list (of seeing around) and taking
a day off to spend time with me. I bored her for sure. But she
covered it well. Lee is anything but the person I have depicted
in the post. My intentions were anything but the ones I have
mentioned in the post. Wild Comments are welcome and having fun
is welcome. But lets also honor the lady’s dignity.
*Starts the drum roll*
Darandaradaradaradaradara
Ladies and Gentlemen, I hereby present
Smiley meets Lee Ek, Do
Read next
Smiley meets Lee - Ek
Lee, the Jinchak chik
It was such a nice experience. Lee was way too patient in
honoring my whimsical wish list (of seeing around) and taking
a day off to spend time with me. I bored her for sure. But she
covered it well. Lee is anything but the person I have depicted
in the post. My intentions were anything but the ones I have
mentioned in the post. Wild Comments are welcome and having fun
is welcome. But lets also honor the lady’s dignity.
*Starts the drum roll*
Darandaradaradaradaradara
Ladies and Gentlemen, I hereby present
Smiley meets Lee Ek, Do
Read next
Smiley meets Lee - Ek
Lee, the Jinchak chik
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Monday, June 07, 2004
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Blognews
Our good old (not that old) alpha is back. Alpha, we missed you like hell.
Lee is gone on some weird trip. Nobody heard anything from her lately.
Nonick is not smiley.
Babita's application for loan at her local bank to buy two tons of anti aging cream was declined.
Neil, Lazy, Dawg and Non sensai are still virgins. Two penny is not.
Patrix recently tried/visited Viagra/Niagara.
Twilight Fairy is a 33 years old male.
Our good old (not that old) alpha is back. Alpha, we missed you like hell.
Lee is gone on some weird trip. Nobody heard anything from her lately.
Nonick is not smiley.
Babita's application for loan at her local bank to buy two tons of anti aging cream was declined.
Neil, Lazy, Dawg and Non sensai are still virgins. Two penny is not.
Patrix recently tried/visited Viagra/Niagara.
Twilight Fairy is a 33 years old male.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Delirium Three Ex.
The edge of her sari felt like a smooth breeze.
It stayed on my face for a while, before it flew.
Where am I going?
Nowhere.
She expected me to follow I guess. She gingerly walked back and held my
hand.
Why?
The imbalance.
Why?
It will always be there. Things are always out of balance. It is the
direction in which you are trying to balance is what matters.
She plucked one of those beautiful flowers from the ground and smelled it.
A profound silence.
You are trying to balance. You are trying to balance everything. You cant.
What do I balance then?
All I can say is, what you get out of your journey is your Joie De Vivre.
I know.
Dont try to shape the journey. Shape yourself for the journey.
Karma?
No. Let me finish. Reach! But not at the expense of a beautiful journey.
A series of thoughtSpheres broke in my mind. With each pop of sphereShell I
raced towards the simplicity of the truth.
I looked at her. Nothing else mattered.
She looked at me with the flower held to chest.
I reached forward to place a hand behind her neck.
To grab her towards me. To kiss her. To tell her that I love her.
But,
Can you wait for a while?
Sure.
We kissed for a long time.
He watched.
We went for a stroll.
He followed.
We made passionate love under a big banyan tree.
He waited.
We talked our hearts out.
He listened.
Finally she fell asleep with a smile on her face and hand in my hand.
You were saying something?
Yeah! Dont try to shape the journey. Shape yourself for the journey and
know your destination.
Thanks.
I watched her for a long time. She was content. Her hand firmly holding
mine even in her sleep.
The edge of her sari felt like a smooth breeze.
It stayed on my face for a while, before it flew.
Where am I going?
Nowhere.
She expected me to follow I guess. She gingerly walked back and held my
hand.
Why?
The imbalance.
Why?
It will always be there. Things are always out of balance. It is the
direction in which you are trying to balance is what matters.
She plucked one of those beautiful flowers from the ground and smelled it.
A profound silence.
You are trying to balance. You are trying to balance everything. You cant.
What do I balance then?
All I can say is, what you get out of your journey is your Joie De Vivre.
I know.
Dont try to shape the journey. Shape yourself for the journey.
Karma?
No. Let me finish. Reach! But not at the expense of a beautiful journey.
A series of thoughtSpheres broke in my mind. With each pop of sphereShell I
raced towards the simplicity of the truth.
I looked at her. Nothing else mattered.
She looked at me with the flower held to chest.
I reached forward to place a hand behind her neck.
To grab her towards me. To kiss her. To tell her that I love her.
But,
Can you wait for a while?
Sure.
We kissed for a long time.
He watched.
We went for a stroll.
He followed.
We made passionate love under a big banyan tree.
He waited.
We talked our hearts out.
He listened.
Finally she fell asleep with a smile on her face and hand in my hand.
You were saying something?
Yeah! Dont try to shape the journey. Shape yourself for the journey and
know your destination.
Thanks.
I watched her for a long time. She was content. Her hand firmly holding
mine even in her sleep.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
The Curious Kid and The Sex Starved Vinnies-Teen
A kid free bed and a huge mango
Me: “I am a dog man. (Thanks TP). Sometimes I turn into a dog.”
We stopped to eat Toddy fruit on the highway.
Me: Man, eating these fruits reminds me of oral sex.
Vinny sighed deeply again.
Later during the drive the kid asked me.
TCK: “Tell me a story.”
Me: “Once upon a time there was a princess…”
By the time, the young prince crossed the seven seas, killed the one eyed evil serpent and the dragon, and knocked on the princess’s door, we had reached home.
What happened next, TCK wanted to know. I kept stalling.
“Let me finish this mango.”
“Let me take a bath.”
Winny had made a bed for me in the guest room.
I suddenly said to the kid, “I will finish the story if you sleep in my room.”
She gladly agreed.
The Vinnies beamed at me. An electric charge filled the room. Winny took an extra long shower, wore a special white saree and put jasmines in her hair. Vinny almost hugged and kissed me. They decorated their bed with heart shaped pink pillows. Winny couldn’t stop blushing.
At dinner, Winny served me an extra helping of everything. Whenever she went into the kitchen to fetch salt, mangoes and papads, she playfully roughed my hair. She served me a huge mango. I offered it to Vinny. Will make you more potent, I said. Both blushed.
Good night.
I told TCK the rest of the story in my room.
“...and the prince and princess got married and lived happily ever after.”
I picked up my book ‘Interpreter of Maladies’ by Jhumpa Lahiri.
TCK: “Is that the end of the story?”
Me: “Yes.”
She wasn’t satisfied. She curiously looked at the hair on my chest and at my book. She pronounced Jhumpa Lahiri repeatedly. She wanted to know why Jhumpa couldn’t be Jampa. She wondered if Jhumpa had hair on her chest. She wondered if she would grow hair on her chest. She enquired why my pillow was in vertical position. Why I hadn’t covered myself with the blanket yet. Why I had a water bottle next to my bed. Why I wasn’t watching TV. When I was going to leave. Why I don’t have kids. Why I read books. Why I don’t like what I don’t like. Why I like what I like.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Booooooooow..woooooooooooow” I barked.
She turned pale. I bit a pillow and viciously shook my head, “Grrrrrrrrrrrrr...”
With one mighty jump she landed at the door. She ran to her parents’ room and banged on the door.
TCK: “Open the door. I want to come in. I want to sleep with you”
I heard the door being opened. And then I heard Vinny trying to convince TCK that she should sleep in my room. TCK vehemently refused. I could see the shadows of the kid, Vinny and the door. Finally after a long pause, the door widened reluctantly, letting the kid in.
A few minutes later I heard Vinny’s artificial snore.
That night, I laughed so much that I almost puked my dinner.
A kid free bed and a huge mango
Me: “I am a dog man. (Thanks TP). Sometimes I turn into a dog.”
We stopped to eat Toddy fruit on the highway.
Me: Man, eating these fruits reminds me of oral sex.
Vinny sighed deeply again.
Later during the drive the kid asked me.
TCK: “Tell me a story.”
Me: “Once upon a time there was a princess…”
By the time, the young prince crossed the seven seas, killed the one eyed evil serpent and the dragon, and knocked on the princess’s door, we had reached home.
What happened next, TCK wanted to know. I kept stalling.
“Let me finish this mango.”
“Let me take a bath.”
Winny had made a bed for me in the guest room.
I suddenly said to the kid, “I will finish the story if you sleep in my room.”
She gladly agreed.
The Vinnies beamed at me. An electric charge filled the room. Winny took an extra long shower, wore a special white saree and put jasmines in her hair. Vinny almost hugged and kissed me. They decorated their bed with heart shaped pink pillows. Winny couldn’t stop blushing.
At dinner, Winny served me an extra helping of everything. Whenever she went into the kitchen to fetch salt, mangoes and papads, she playfully roughed my hair. She served me a huge mango. I offered it to Vinny. Will make you more potent, I said. Both blushed.
Good night.
I told TCK the rest of the story in my room.
“...and the prince and princess got married and lived happily ever after.”
I picked up my book ‘Interpreter of Maladies’ by Jhumpa Lahiri.
TCK: “Is that the end of the story?”
Me: “Yes.”
She wasn’t satisfied. She curiously looked at the hair on my chest and at my book. She pronounced Jhumpa Lahiri repeatedly. She wanted to know why Jhumpa couldn’t be Jampa. She wondered if Jhumpa had hair on her chest. She wondered if she would grow hair on her chest. She enquired why my pillow was in vertical position. Why I hadn’t covered myself with the blanket yet. Why I had a water bottle next to my bed. Why I wasn’t watching TV. When I was going to leave. Why I don’t have kids. Why I read books. Why I don’t like what I don’t like. Why I like what I like.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Booooooooow..woooooooooooow” I barked.
She turned pale. I bit a pillow and viciously shook my head, “Grrrrrrrrrrrrr...”
With one mighty jump she landed at the door. She ran to her parents’ room and banged on the door.
TCK: “Open the door. I want to come in. I want to sleep with you”
I heard the door being opened. And then I heard Vinny trying to convince TCK that she should sleep in my room. TCK vehemently refused. I could see the shadows of the kid, Vinny and the door. Finally after a long pause, the door widened reluctantly, letting the kid in.
A few minutes later I heard Vinny’s artificial snore.
That night, I laughed so much that I almost puked my dinner.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
The Curious Kid and The Sex Starved Vinnies-Do
Every action has a twice and opposite reaction
The Salesman rambled on about the latest cushion bed with an ultra soft, imported, 8-inch thick mattress which was good for your back, helped you sleep soundly, enhanced your sexuality, increased your life span and prevented hair fall.
Vinny bought it.
He excitedly called me and told me about his new purchase. “The bed recoils with twice the force that you use on it,” he said. “It’s like having sex in a train vestibule. All you have to do is hold the direction. The bed takes care of the rest.”
But the bed only made things worse. Vinny and Winny couldn’t indulge in their early morning indiscretions, when the kid wasn’t awake yet. With each of Vinny’s forward thrusts, the kid used to fly a couple of inches in the air and fall back onto the bed wide awake…
“I knew it. I knew it. You guys always play games when I am asleep. I knew it. I knew it.”
We all laughed and finished our beers.
The next day, I agreed to join the Vinny’s on their drive back home. We all got into the car.
TCK: Hey can you see through you black goggles?
Me: Yes I can. Why?
TCK: If I can’t see through a black car, how can you see through a black glass?
Good logic, I agreed. And then I explained the concept of transparency to her.
TCK tried on the glasses. She agreed that transparency exists. I feared that she might bend them, so I took them off her face and wore them. She tried to grab them back.
I suddenly barked.
“Grrr…….Bow wow wow.” (I am really good at that).
She jumped in her seat. “What did you do that for?”
Know what is going happen next in
The Curious Kid and The Sex Starved Vinnies-Teen
A Kid free bed and a huge mango.
Every action has a twice and opposite reaction
The Salesman rambled on about the latest cushion bed with an ultra soft, imported, 8-inch thick mattress which was good for your back, helped you sleep soundly, enhanced your sexuality, increased your life span and prevented hair fall.
Vinny bought it.
He excitedly called me and told me about his new purchase. “The bed recoils with twice the force that you use on it,” he said. “It’s like having sex in a train vestibule. All you have to do is hold the direction. The bed takes care of the rest.”
But the bed only made things worse. Vinny and Winny couldn’t indulge in their early morning indiscretions, when the kid wasn’t awake yet. With each of Vinny’s forward thrusts, the kid used to fly a couple of inches in the air and fall back onto the bed wide awake…
“I knew it. I knew it. You guys always play games when I am asleep. I knew it. I knew it.”
We all laughed and finished our beers.
The next day, I agreed to join the Vinny’s on their drive back home. We all got into the car.
TCK: Hey can you see through you black goggles?
Me: Yes I can. Why?
TCK: If I can’t see through a black car, how can you see through a black glass?
Good logic, I agreed. And then I explained the concept of transparency to her.
TCK tried on the glasses. She agreed that transparency exists. I feared that she might bend them, so I took them off her face and wore them. She tried to grab them back.
I suddenly barked.
“Grrr…….Bow wow wow.” (I am really good at that).
She jumped in her seat. “What did you do that for?”
Know what is going happen next in
The Curious Kid and The Sex Starved Vinnies-Teen
A Kid free bed and a huge mango.
Monday, May 17, 2004
The curious kid and The Sex Starved Vinnies –Ek
Co-Authored by Trick Baby
..and then,she was born.
A cousin of mine visited me recently. Let’s call him Vinny. He has a wife. Let’s call her Winny. They have a five year old daughter. Let’s call her The Curious Kid (TCK)
I took them to the IMAX theatre, to a few restaurants, shopping malls etc. - the regular, boring stuff that a host is obliged to do. It was only on the second night that things got interesting. My cousin Vinny, a few friends and I had gone out for a couple of beers.
After the second beer, the conversation turned to sex (or rather, the lack of it). Friend1’s wife was out of town. For one whole month, he added sadly. Friend 2 was single and didn’t have a girl friend. We looked at Vinny.
Vinny: “Why are you‘ll looking at me?”
Me: “Man, you a have a beautiful wife. After this beer, you are gonna go home and have sex, aren’t you?”
He sighed. His face resembled that of a worn out soldier. He looked sadly into the distance and said, “I wish…”.
With another sigh, he finished his beer.
“Women!”, we nodded in sympathy.
“It’s the kid” he said, “It’s the kid”.
Before the arrival of TCK, Vinny and Winny were like any other happily married couple. They used to have sex four times a week. Sometimes even a quickie in the kitchen or in the bathroom. Then TCK was born.
TCK was an unusually curious kid. She always wanted to know everything about everything. So she never slept until everyone in the house was asleep. She also never slept alone, in case she missed out on the conversation and happenings in the other parts of the house.
Vinny and Winny gradually forgot about their once wild and vivid sex life. Whenever they did remember, they would try every trick in the book to make TCK go to bed early. Vinny practiced artificial snoring. Winny pretended to fall asleep. But the moment Vinny’s hand touched Winny, TCK woke up, shouting, “I knew it. You make me sleep and play more games. I knew it. I knew it.”
Days grew into weeks. Weeks grew into years. The Vinnies got gloomier. They even contemplated sending the kid to a boarding school. But The Curious Kid was just too curious to leave home.
Just when they thought they’d seen the worst, a sales man came along one day.
know whats gonna happen next in
The Curious Kid and the Sex Starved Vinnies- Do
Every action has a twice and opposite reaction
Co-Authored by Trick Baby
..and then,she was born.
A cousin of mine visited me recently. Let’s call him Vinny. He has a wife. Let’s call her Winny. They have a five year old daughter. Let’s call her The Curious Kid (TCK)
I took them to the IMAX theatre, to a few restaurants, shopping malls etc. - the regular, boring stuff that a host is obliged to do. It was only on the second night that things got interesting. My cousin Vinny, a few friends and I had gone out for a couple of beers.
After the second beer, the conversation turned to sex (or rather, the lack of it). Friend1’s wife was out of town. For one whole month, he added sadly. Friend 2 was single and didn’t have a girl friend. We looked at Vinny.
Vinny: “Why are you‘ll looking at me?”
Me: “Man, you a have a beautiful wife. After this beer, you are gonna go home and have sex, aren’t you?”
He sighed. His face resembled that of a worn out soldier. He looked sadly into the distance and said, “I wish…”.
With another sigh, he finished his beer.
“Women!”, we nodded in sympathy.
“It’s the kid” he said, “It’s the kid”.
Before the arrival of TCK, Vinny and Winny were like any other happily married couple. They used to have sex four times a week. Sometimes even a quickie in the kitchen or in the bathroom. Then TCK was born.
TCK was an unusually curious kid. She always wanted to know everything about everything. So she never slept until everyone in the house was asleep. She also never slept alone, in case she missed out on the conversation and happenings in the other parts of the house.
Vinny and Winny gradually forgot about their once wild and vivid sex life. Whenever they did remember, they would try every trick in the book to make TCK go to bed early. Vinny practiced artificial snoring. Winny pretended to fall asleep. But the moment Vinny’s hand touched Winny, TCK woke up, shouting, “I knew it. You make me sleep and play more games. I knew it. I knew it.”
Days grew into weeks. Weeks grew into years. The Vinnies got gloomier. They even contemplated sending the kid to a boarding school. But The Curious Kid was just too curious to leave home.
Just when they thought they’d seen the worst, a sales man came along one day.
know whats gonna happen next in
The Curious Kid and the Sex Starved Vinnies- Do
Every action has a twice and opposite reaction
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Asimov, Alfred and Austin
It is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be...This, in turn, means that our statesmen, our businessmen, our everyman must take on a science fictional way of thinking.
--Isaac Asimov
"It takes one to know one -- and vice versa!"
--Alfred E Neuman
“Yeah! Baby. Yeah!”
--Austin Powers
It is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be...This, in turn, means that our statesmen, our businessmen, our everyman must take on a science fictional way of thinking.
--Isaac Asimov
"It takes one to know one -- and vice versa!"
--Alfred E Neuman
“Yeah! Baby. Yeah!”
--Austin Powers
Friday, May 07, 2004
The Millionth Monkey
He is got such a Geekish/Stylish/Peculiar/Funny style.
Its not an easy task by the way, to tell 'fried octopus suckers in India ink
sauce’ from ‘shaved monkey scrotum in a mild manta ray sting and blueberry
sauce’, particularly when both dishes have almost same taste and texture.
The nozzle of the gun tastes like a long train journey.
Love, peace and fake boobs… :-)
That day The Man Man was the man, man.
If atom bomb was tested at Bikini Atoll then she would have gone though the same
rigors at Bikini Notatoll.
-Two Penny
He is got such a Geekish/Stylish/Peculiar/Funny style.
Its not an easy task by the way, to tell 'fried octopus suckers in India ink
sauce’ from ‘shaved monkey scrotum in a mild manta ray sting and blueberry
sauce’, particularly when both dishes have almost same taste and texture.
The nozzle of the gun tastes like a long train journey.
Love, peace and fake boobs… :-)
That day The Man Man was the man, man.
If atom bomb was tested at Bikini Atoll then she would have gone though the same
rigors at Bikini Notatoll.
-Two Penny
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Ek Do Teen
On 02/05/04
1357 Number of emails I have in my Yahoo Bulk folder
7 Number of mangoes I had from the morning
63 Number of SMS I got from this desperate girl who is trying to get in touch with me
3 Number of times I checked my blog
237 Amount of cash left in my wallet
0 Number of minutes I have watched TV
On 02/05/04
1357 Number of emails I have in my Yahoo Bulk folder
7 Number of mangoes I had from the morning
63 Number of SMS I got from this desperate girl who is trying to get in touch with me
3 Number of times I checked my blog
237 Amount of cash left in my wallet
0 Number of minutes I have watched TV
YAGFLBP
Prelude
I had this fever right from the morning. For the whole day I slept in my bed.
Drank three full bottles of Electrol. By evening I felt a lot better. I dragged
myself to a book store and bought couple of books. (Thanks for the recommendation).
On my way back, the fact that I had been reading lot of girl stuff, bothered me.
As a matter of fact lately I have been reading lots of girl blog stuff too. I am
also enjoying their posts. Like Fairy's sister's feet post. They even dominate my
co bloggers list. The books I bought were also by female authors.
Lude
Adi, Two Penny, Lazy and I had planned for an YAGFLBP that night.
After I reached home, I opened the first book. Jhumpa Lahiri's 'Interpreter of
Maladies'. I saved Gita Mehta for a later day (The other book). I liked Lahiri's
first short story 'A temporary matter' a lot.
Then I got this call from this 'Good looking/talented/artistic/has great
sense of humour-----but already taken' girl . (Thanks for the call).
I finished the call and drove hurriedly to the party.
Lazy and TP were already there.
We had cocktail samosas.
Adi came in and joined and ordered A Kabab, B Kabab and C Kabab.
A new kid on the block named 'V*****' joined us. He is a biggie in a big software
company, we were told. (A big biggie). For such a big biggie he was
pretty down to earth. (Girls, you might want to jot down his number).
To winners. We cheered.
During the conversation, we found out that Two Penny and LL are still virgins.
We thoo ed them. (Thoo).
(Smiley: Lazy, are you still a virgin?
Lazy: *Looking here and there* No comments)
Then Adi ordered D Kabab, E Kabab and F Kabab.
Smiley: Adi, did you really like Fairy's poems?
Adi: *Thinks for couple of seconds* Yes, I did.
Two Penny: Who is this Lee?
Smiley: She is a myth. She is a spook.
Two Penny: Ha ha ha.
Smiley: Ha ha ha.
The Big Biggie: Oh! Lee. Is she the one who won an Abby? I know her.
We were really spooked.
Adi then ordered G Kabab, H Kabab and I Kabab.
We paid the bill and left to Whisper valley. (The biggie's home). The home
looked like it was straight out of a movie set. Rows and rows of DVDs neatly
arranged. Xbox. Literally hundreds of book on shelves. (James Gleicks Chaos to
Bridget Jones Diary).
In his kitchen (which also came out of a movie set) in one of the closets
were neatly arranged bottles of alcohol. Malibu to Bombay Sapphire.
It was two am. We watched Matrix and admired the chick in leather outfit. We all
agreed that Matrix is Godsend. Two Penny and LL enquired if the biggie was carrying
any porn stuff. (These virgins!). He throwed one.
We watched a couple making love in a bathtub, in surround sound Bose audio.
It was just too sweet. We agreed on that and switched back to Matrix. Adi put
'Gone in 60 seconds'. We admired the sweet sound of Mustang. Its better
than sex. We agreed.
I dropped everyone and reached home at 3 am.
Prelude
I had this fever right from the morning. For the whole day I slept in my bed.
Drank three full bottles of Electrol. By evening I felt a lot better. I dragged
myself to a book store and bought couple of books. (Thanks for the recommendation).
On my way back, the fact that I had been reading lot of girl stuff, bothered me.
As a matter of fact lately I have been reading lots of girl blog stuff too. I am
also enjoying their posts. Like Fairy's sister's feet post. They even dominate my
co bloggers list. The books I bought were also by female authors.
Lude
Adi, Two Penny, Lazy and I had planned for an YAGFLBP that night.
After I reached home, I opened the first book. Jhumpa Lahiri's 'Interpreter of
Maladies'. I saved Gita Mehta for a later day (The other book). I liked Lahiri's
first short story 'A temporary matter' a lot.
Then I got this call from this 'Good looking/talented/artistic/has great
sense of humour-----but already taken' girl . (Thanks for the call).
I finished the call and drove hurriedly to the party.
Lazy and TP were already there.
We had cocktail samosas.
Adi came in and joined and ordered A Kabab, B Kabab and C Kabab.
A new kid on the block named 'V*****' joined us. He is a biggie in a big software
company, we were told. (A big biggie). For such a big biggie he was
pretty down to earth. (Girls, you might want to jot down his number).
To winners. We cheered.
During the conversation, we found out that Two Penny and LL are still virgins.
We thoo ed them. (Thoo).
(Smiley: Lazy, are you still a virgin?
Lazy: *Looking here and there* No comments)
Then Adi ordered D Kabab, E Kabab and F Kabab.
Smiley: Adi, did you really like Fairy's poems?
Adi: *Thinks for couple of seconds* Yes, I did.
Two Penny: Who is this Lee?
Smiley: She is a myth. She is a spook.
Two Penny: Ha ha ha.
Smiley: Ha ha ha.
The Big Biggie: Oh! Lee. Is she the one who won an Abby? I know her.
We were really spooked.
Adi then ordered G Kabab, H Kabab and I Kabab.
We paid the bill and left to Whisper valley. (The biggie's home). The home
looked like it was straight out of a movie set. Rows and rows of DVDs neatly
arranged. Xbox. Literally hundreds of book on shelves. (James Gleicks Chaos to
Bridget Jones Diary).
In his kitchen (which also came out of a movie set) in one of the closets
were neatly arranged bottles of alcohol. Malibu to Bombay Sapphire.
It was two am. We watched Matrix and admired the chick in leather outfit. We all
agreed that Matrix is Godsend. Two Penny and LL enquired if the biggie was carrying
any porn stuff. (These virgins!). He throwed one.
We watched a couple making love in a bathtub, in surround sound Bose audio.
It was just too sweet. We agreed on that and switched back to Matrix. Adi put
'Gone in 60 seconds'. We admired the sweet sound of Mustang. Its better
than sex. We agreed.
I dropped everyone and reached home at 3 am.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
The Poems of Sappho
Part I, Chapter 2, Stanza II, III & IV
II
Then in my bosom my heart wildly flutters,
And, when on thee I gaze never so little,
Bereft am I of all power of utterance,
My tongue is useless.
III
There rushes at once through my flesh tingling fire,
My eyes are deprived of all power of vision,
My ears hear nothing by sounds of winds roaring,
And all is blackness.
IV
Down courses in streams the sweat of emotion,
A dread trembling overwhelms me, paler than I
Than dried grass in autumn, and in my madness
Dead I seem almost.
Part I, Chapter 2, Stanza II, III & IV
II
Then in my bosom my heart wildly flutters,
And, when on thee I gaze never so little,
Bereft am I of all power of utterance,
My tongue is useless.
III
There rushes at once through my flesh tingling fire,
My eyes are deprived of all power of vision,
My ears hear nothing by sounds of winds roaring,
And all is blackness.
IV
Down courses in streams the sweat of emotion,
A dread trembling overwhelms me, paler than I
Than dried grass in autumn, and in my madness
Dead I seem almost.
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