stupid people and stupid emotions

prashant says i write about girls and sex and sex and girls.

very sad review indeed

but i don't have anything else to write about and the popularity shows in the number of comments i get on my post. virtually none :D

so keeping up the tempo of zero visitorship i shall write about, umm... umm... girls or problems caused by their presence.

the latest problem being love or something like that. i am no more of a college going kid anymore to snicker at the mention of this word. i shall not trivial the stupid issue of falling in love which rahul brought up tonight when he called me after more than half year. such huge gaps are nothing new and they don't really make a difference. we are at the earliest able to understand if any of us are lacking in availability of girls to lay :P

it was astoundingly surprisingly huge jolt to my happiness which emanates from rahul's call as he is the one who is popular with girls, thus his adventures when he told me about this girl whom he is planning to get married to.

he started by telling me he was in love. i smirked again. he has told me that around a three dozen times since college times ;) the intervals of love ranging from 40 minutes to around 40 days. when i accosted him with the data he told me that this one is going to last 40 years. i really didn't believe him till he said something. he said he felt the love for her even when she was fat and married and very fond of her 3 year old kid.

yes, i was flabbergasted too. and don't ask me any questions. he is a dear friend. and i ain't giving out any of his secrets :p ;)

bitter

sometimes i think i work hard to establish i am superior and then make an ass out of myself just like that after taking an insult.

i guess i forgive myself easily. i understand a person and his act and i still let the next person do it again.

a pathetic love story

dinesh called me yesterday very late. he generally does so. old habits of drunkards die hard :p i have since college times listened to his rants of not getting enough scores after he was 11 pegs down. but this time it was different. i at first thought that he was enjoying himself on my expense when he mentioned this girl, neetika. he always had this motto of "fuck and forward". i remember that he even wasn't able to remember name of the female he laid the last night. this has to be something else, i desperately tried to convince myself as i heard the hoarse sound which was different from the wanton sound which escaped his lips when was high. this time he seemingly was not able to control. he met this female in this pub around a month back. i was now well in control and already made myself ready for the series of surprises that i could foresee. but this couldn't be happening. she wasn't an angel. she wasn't a bimbo. she wasn't a slut. she was a (plain) misfit there. but dinesh! looking apart, he used to scare away from such breed. he couldn't stand talking to a female for more than 15 minutes (ofcourse, if it wasn't the debate over best flavored brand of condoms). she came to the pub with blue jeans, white shirt and glasses on. "bloddy hell!" i said, "you even remember that?". she laughed like crazy when dinesh started hitting upon her friend. she slapped him when she was taking her friend back after he laid her in a tipsy state back to her car and he offered them a lift. he went back to their place to deliver the purse which she forgot the next morning. but actually he wanted to give that plain crap his piece of mind. he still was in a daze when he got out of their flat. she was neetika. she was some stupid HR deputy manager in some stupid MNC. he was surprised when he reached his home. her laugh was still ringing in his head. he took the receptionist in his office to dinner and later to bed just to make sure if he hasn't gone crazy. she was a great lay as always. but neetika was still laughing in his head as if she was scorning his attempt to defeat her by laying some apparently more beautiful, hotter girl than she was. she called him the next day. he was surprised. he was doing everything to shut her out of his head. but shutting her physical presence would be a defeat that he couldn't bear. he accepted to meet her had dinner and dropped her home. he couldn't remember anything other than the scorn that she seem to have on her face for him and something exactly opposite in her eyes. he met her thrice for the same reason in next 7 days. he asked the receptionist to move into his flat. she did and he tried to hid from neetika's face and laugh in her arms. this hasn't ever happened to him. he wasn't able to cope. it was today morning, he told me when he met neetika for brunch. she as usually, giggling, ordered for chicken tikka sandwich. dinesh's eyes were swollen with the lack of sleep for last 2 days. he was thinking about her through out the nights. he came there to accept his defeat today.

"oh oh, my johnny bravo" she interrupted when he tried to cough up the words "eat this sandwich. And why are your eyes swollen. I told you to cut down on your smirnoff and then bimbo". Another trademark giggle. "And take a leave from office today and go to sleep cuz i don't want you to sleep in my engagement party tonight."

quoted

it was she who was paralyzing each nerve cell in my body methodically and i thought it was me who was seducing her.

~ tzi jie

traffic on the piece of paper

around 86% of we indians are assholes, atleast if you consider road behaviours. first the police isn't able to manage the dynamic accelerating growth of traffic after years of training in ineffeciency. then people are hell bent on proving themselves no different from those bunch of monkeys, who if coming from opposite sides on a parapet which is just one monkey size in width, will first fight and then the the winner bunch would move over by walking on the monkey in opposite direction. i hope this condition doesn't inflict us. otherwise you never know, planet of apes might be a real story too [it kind of still is].

last night i was trying to a make a face [infact copy a cartoon sketch] which i am not good at when something struck me and i went on to write the name for the face. and the end result did not not impress me. then i went on to write another 3 names. i liked them too. and then i thought about it. it is like i shouldn't be trying to do in which i don't have the foundations. i have to improve the thing i have been trained in. after doing engg. drawing for 2 years and then not touching it for 3 quarters of a decade, i still feel i can use my hand lightly, differentiate between line widths and such. so i think i might do some not bad work if i work on the characters instead of facial lines. and yes i had once made an anagram of my name. i will now work on it too. nice. :D

it wouldn't be ethically nice if i add some text to my older post later on. but than everything is fair in love and war and business. if life can do the same to us why can't we do it to it. and anyways i have to add some links in here and what better way to do it. i have got just one comment till now on this post. and that too seems to be a
advertisement. it certainly isn't good. but it pays someone. it soon might be regulated. but what the heck, till then i don't mind making some money. so the topic of this post was somehow related to traffic. as we intend to talk about traffic as well, but this time it is internet traffic. some people make blogs for money, some don't. i do. and although i ain't proactively looking to totally commercialise it for sale, i do it in some degree. so how do you make money out of your blog. first, create interesting posts and second, respond to incoming janta. and then the clicks to the blog would increase and thus you would be able go to advertisers who would pay you for displaying their ads on your blog.

can't think of the title

some females are plain hotness

~ the above piece of information is brought to you by courtesy the road that i take these days which goes through amity university :D


om, prashant as he is popularly know [in the blog world] is having apparently amazing time. last night i got a text from him that he is passing time on a house-boat in srinagar enroute delhi. life can't get better than this [it can just come to a brakes-less halt by help of some lashkar operative(s) :p]


now a story:-

domestic discords take their toll even on the biggest healer of all potions - sex. you wait for the 6 pm siren when you run back home. then you impatiently wait for the dinner to get over. even bloddy chinku & pinku are busy watching some stupid paralytic dog doing some not funny tricks on some insane mammal channel. you scream on them if they don't have to go to school tomorrow morning. thankfully tomorrow is not sunday. your dad sense your frustration, give himself a wry smile and herd both c & p to their bedroom on pretext of telling them some story by vatsyana to sleep. what??? no, i heard it wrongly. it wasn't vatsyana, it was ramayana. you overlook the burnt roti [of heat] & dal [of excessive salt] and look forward to a jolly romp session. :D with all your imagination brewing, you try to search for the porn which you hid somewhere in some folder on your new 120 gb harddisk from c & p. you wonder who is smart. you or they? search failure is a minor setback to the raging testosterone levels. you put your fatigued mind to practice again. she comes in. you already have another nude half of yours inside the sheets which your huge pot-belly staring and quivering with excitement from outside the sheets. you smile as she comes closer and immediately repels away.
"go brush your teeth, you smell of burnt cigarettes" she growls.
"it isn't cigarettes, you know i don't smoke. it is your new path-breaking experimental burnt roti". i reply, coyly.
"you are such an undeserving asshole" she retorts.
'undeserving', the word sounds innuendo and sends sad chills down the spine. the tool somehow resists the attack and struggles to be in the former flagstaff position.
"now go brush" she growls again.


~ that is all. i don't feel like completing it. you may if you wish...

normal & boring

i ate excess of chocolate via chocolate excess today. thoroughly enjoyed the treat but at this moment after eating dal chawal in dinner i am so full that i feel like throwing up. it is happening to me such that i cant eat chocolate in excess. and the threshold is decreasing.

after completing near 40% of the novel, i haven't got much text to quote. atleast not as much as i was expecting i would. couple of them are below. please tell me if you like any.

Kitty Fermont was the one woman in his world who was different. He had no desire to make love to her.
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"Good!" Kitty said, "I will put a sign on my door tonight in big red letters to read, 'I love Mark Parker madly'"

~ this was page 46

I think you are trying to be a woman and have the last word.

~ this was page 51


i am feeling crap because of this heat. i don't understand how can people have babies in feb - march. with temperatures like these and the humidity levels how can one [two i mean] even think about it let alone go about it. maybe it is like they have a craving to lie nude [like i do now] and then things might lead to something...

i am searching for a desktop blog editing tool. features i am mainly looking for are something like auto-backup, offline archive and single click blogging. if you have any suggestions, please send them in. and it should be free. i shall do a review of the most popular blogging tools soon.

aajkal

at this moment i am very disappointed with myself due to my absent-mindedness . i have always been silently proud of the business instinct and fast calculating aptitude that has come bundled with me, courtesy my being a bania clan. i have made 2 mistakes with calculations/transactions in a week. first one being, i paid 20 bucks extra because i did not do a mental calculation. and today i paid a rs. 20 bill for a rs. 10 parking ticket and forgot to take the change back. i am angry with myself.

i have started a novel soo gave me. exodus by leon uris. it is about the rebirth of israel. i feel a sad love story is brewing within the actual plot of the novel. anyways, my point is that i plan to quote from the novel here. i hope it to be a regular feature. so, one for today:-

Mark often wondered what made her so desirable. Maybe it was because she seemed so unreachable to him.

i have started researching about trekking options around manali. it is after there was a mention by om about doing such gig later sometimes. please send in suggestions, if any. i am thinking about pir panjal range.

sadness will find you

heaven is not up above anywhere, it is here on earth. hell too is not below anywhere, it is here too. and we experience both at some point of life. though it such happens that you have to run to find heaven here, the hell longs to find you. sadness has a way to linger about.

you watch the tv but you can not see the picture. your ears block the music and your mind do not let you to be able to convince yourself that you are not unhappy. i can still feel that sense of loss. problem with me is that i rush to a thing full throttle. i get use to and get fond of a thing in no time and then it turns out that the thing was not meant to be and then it hurts unhappily.

omkara - review

i saw omkara yesterday. the last show at spice. it got over at 1 AM.

reasons for:-

why would i want to see it again:-
1. some very authentic performances by some very fine actors
2. very true portrayal of western UP rustic characters, dialects [though there were somewhere mixups with haryanvi dialects], slang and phrases.
3. very few technical mistakes
4. boring for not more than 15% of the total duration

why would i not want to see it again:-
1. it is dark


2nd movie which i saw after i followed my instincts. and i am proud of mine :D

what is Blogsvertise?

Not just to some friends and you people but even to me it had started to seem that my blog is turning from my personal space where i used to speak about my failure with the females and relationships and people used to smile/laugh to a public advertisement wall. there are small textual and pictorial links and advertisements creeping into the space where i could have tried to push some smiles. there are these cold unemotional declarations that are really not helping me with my or you with your life.

but what the heck, if i am crying my heart out by telling how the girl number 325 kicked ass of my heart then why should i not cry my heart about how the girl number 420 kicked the ass of my heart and make some money too at the same time :D :D

so guys and girls here goes... this company called Blogsvertise is into advertising. means they are the middle men. now why am i talking about the men? why not the service [and the women ;)]. so the point is these guys give you a link and name of the company. you talk about the company and use the link in your blog postings [i will give you a beautiful example below] and voila you make money. :D so simple, isn't it. even the girl number 420's kick don't hurt that much now.

so now "the beautiful example":-

"there was this babe who was 9.5 pegs down and i was 3000 bucks down. as soon as she feels me over and ask me to follow her to her bedroom, i feel my own ass over to ensure the condoms are there in my jeans pocket and at that very moment my grin fells flat when i realise that i just lend them to suresh. bloddy bartender is asking 500 bucks for the used one :( ..."

now you have to just link the word "condoms" in the above text to the site these Blogsvertise people have provided. simple, eh and not non-ethical too? :D

www.burfe.com is on

:D :D :D

i can't stop grinning [my favorite emoticon on yahoo!]

www.burfe.com

although redirecting [at this moment], is ON