“Look at that colour man !”

“hmm….faded brinjal”

“What ?”

“faded brinjal colour”

“thats lavender man”

“c’mon ! only girls remember these colour-words”

“aha….so whats this colour?”

“hmm…jeans washed thousand times colour”

“this is crazy man…so what are your other colours…decayed rat and dried shit colour huh”

“fuck you”

“mind your language…’wise I’ll do homosex with you”

“there is no word called homosex”

“Its there”

“Its not there”

“Fuck you”

“I said that first”


“so you do first”

“fine then ….cuttiff”



Your ancient friend is in town, but you are, from all sides GBCF (gangbanged clusterfucked) *NY lingua* at WORK and at the very verge of a nervous breakdown that all the time you have for him is six frickin hours. He is graceful enough to say that is fine and maybe its fine because, as Sander Kleinenberg said,

” This is not Jakarta
This is not LA
This is not Monaco
This is not Bombay

This is not Vienna
This is not Shanghai
This is not Las Vegas
This is not Dubai

This is not Athena
This is not Jombo
This is not Geneva
This is not Tokyo

This is not Kinshasa
This is not Paris
This is not Beirut
This is Miami”

such a lousy song, my two line song is better than this


Five of them in the garage, Duck

Shit strewn all over, Yuck !


This is the deciding week and its chilly outside, you know how bad it is when you don’t have a fricking thing to cling on to and its chilly outside. I was shivering yesterday night, the blanket was not as cosy as I assumed and I’m lazy enough to get out of bed. Its just that I am fed up of it all and there is nothing to cling on to, then I will not crib. As one fellow blogger gracefully reminded in the morning I wish I could think like Oppenheimer, because if I remember correctly,

The Supreme Light said: I am time, the mighty destroyer of the world, out to destroy. Even without your participation all the warriors standing arrayed in the opposing armies shall cease to exist. Therefore, get up and attain glory. Conquer your enemies and enjoy a prosperous kingdom. All these warriors have already been destroyed by Me. You are only an instrument.

Maybe its time to brush up my basics. Enough of gibberish blogging.