First phone post

Here is a thought - monogomous bisexuals.

I just realized

1. Kids need to ask permission to pee in school
2. Ya that's pretty much it..

Am booked

I have been away from this blog for a good seven months. in the time, I have moved continents, got two jobs, taken one and i suppose you could say on the whole grown older. What is weirder is now i have at my disposal all those things i need to do what it is i have always wanted to do and that is, to write. So as promised my book which i asked for on the blog is going to get back on the assenmbly line of my mind and hopefully i will have something for you guys in a bit. In the mean while i also have plans for the mojorama blog that i had written with my friend adil (available through the link on the right). It looks like it willl go through some major edits in the process but i am hoping it sticks to the larger story line and doesn't become an entirely different one.


I apologise to my regulars for such an entry I haven't been thinking many crazy thoughts lately. I promise whe they come by, which they surely will. I will post them duely.

Back with a pain

So i haven't blogged for so long, that my blogging calluses are gone and the tips of my fingers revolt against me with each word.
Bravo Drama you say. What wordsmithery! That too four months after the half hearted attempt at oral health jokes? To which of course i say..Thank you, you are much too kind and please leave the flowers on the table.
Also i promise that i shall be back with the book i promised and also back to regular blogging once i have my base confirmed i am the middle of moving from one apartment to another and since they are in different cities and i still don't know which the city i am moving to is, i find my self in a rather interesting predicament.
Rest assured i shall get back to my annoying self and relate mundane happenings of my life with me as ever enthusiastic 'victim' of life and its cruel ways.

I shall of course leave you with some of my recent magic.Unfortunately accessible only to people who understand Hindi..

Q:Kele ko aise hi kyun kha sakte hain?

A:Kyunki use banana nahi padta.


Q:What happened to Hulk when he lost weight?

A:He became halka

Sad joke i just made up

Why is it that in old Ramanand Sagar serials, the villain always laughs out loud and God only smiles?

The gods endorse lip balm while the villains toothpaste!

The gods must be crazy

I finally saw this movie after a couple of decades(yes i last saw it when i was five i think). Got me thinking.
If there is only one god and he has a name. There must be millions of names we call him, and presuming at least one of us is right . the others are just people who are calling god names... imagine calling bob ramone and expecting him to turn around...
My roomie pointed out this is why he says the vishnu sahastra namam. one thousand names of Vishnu.Assuming of course .... that is his name...

For Neha... Yet Again Strangely because of Cousin Meera

An old picture Neha Sharma and Me before the Great battle of Dhaula kuan 2003

One of my closest friends got married a couple of weeks back. It was a good battle and the groom fell with honor. Many bards promised to sing of his bravery for many year to come as my friend ( Neha Sharma who miraculously became Neha Verma after she gorged on his heart , soul and surname) finally left the marriage with a smile on her face, which could only be described as gluttonously content. While Deep (A person i don't know personally but admire for having married Neha) watched on as if his his life had just ended. He of course had this entire situation mixed up as, his life had ended the day he had met Neha.

Back in the day when Neha's mother fed, clothed and generally kept me and my room-mate chauhan alive we were regular visitors to her place. On one such occasion, the occasion of interest here, we decided to play a game of chess. Now it should be noted here and i explicitly state here, If you know something , and i mean really know something and you use it against someone who is just trying to impress a girl, man give the guy a break, don't be mean dude. You are probably wondering what i am talking about and the point will get clearer.
So we are sitting in the living room and the game starts incidentally her dad is reading the paper on the table. Fifteen minutes into the game and she has practically lost every piece except a horse and her king. I have a slight smirk and am trying very hard to make my skinny Southie torso look like I am Adonis. All this while on the fringes of my little victory lurking was her dad who looks at the board and slowly nodded his head and started playing for her.

There are wars then battles, skirmishes, duels and then there was what happened that evening. The guy, with one horse beat the living crap out of me in front of his daughter. It was surgical and clean. Though i hold no grudge against the guy now (Nakul and Shashank(my other friends) avenged me by replacing his helmet with a smaller sized one That poor gentleman has ridden many rides with a tight helmet because of our misdeed) but Dude! i mean you just don't do that. You don't Australia(verb) Bangladesh just cos Bangladesh came over and started winning against Australia B , do you?

Anyhow the moral of the story is this. If you have a chance of going into a chess game and loosing. Avoid it by playing a simpler game like ludo.


P.S No bard has agreed to sing anything involving me apparently it is against there law to sing about bespectacled skinny mallus. Hey, its a sub clause in the who not to sing for in the Bard Code and they take there subclauses seriously.