why do i blog?

i don't blog because i have any social responsibility or any responsibility. i don't want people to act a certain way or think about things i want them to think. i blog because sometimes i have things on my mind and i don't have people to speak to about them. so i blog about them. the last statement can somehow be funnily derived to mean that i have females on my mind lots of time.

but talking about social topics, i don't write about them because there is no point just speaking about things. you have to back the thoughts in actions. i don't do anything for society. i don't even do anything for myself. i crib about lack of girls and / or lays but then you have to move your ass about to handle a situation or at least become eligible to crib about it by trying and failing [maybe not even then]. i am sorry about it, but then i would be just sorry, i still won't do anything; why? i don't know... do you?



and yes, i wish kohli and pandher be dead. they aren't doing any good. you please wish the same too.
are you happy now, sweetheart?

nagging confirmed news from an unreliable source

got a confirmed news from an unreliable source that the babe in the adjoining building that we use to stare pretty appreciatively at is being screwed by a dude [an adjective which can be a spot of debate] in our company. now i have this worm wriggling all around in the basement which wants me to get the confirmed news from a reliable source. but i don't understand why do i want the news when:-

1. it won't help the female if there would be three more people in the world who would know about it
2. i anyways won't be able to lay her anyways
3. it won't even help me psychologically as the confirmed news as well would confirm who's the loser in this equation [btw, losers are those who don't try, not those who are beaten]
4. better looking twin doesn't want me to act girly [a subjective reference made just for fun] and go around spreading the word

the problem with them kids

the problem with small town guys and girls is that they think they are the more scrupulous than the same age group people that exist in the big cities. I mean they go get fucked by 3 guys in a single week and think that it is all very justified and characteristic as their compatriots in cities do as many number of guys in a single night. so either to help their inferiority complex or simply to explain their being horny to themselves or to help the frustration of not able to find a chemist shop that sells condoms and don't identify them. plus then they go around saying that the kids in cities are spoilt just because media coverage of city kids wingding and covering themselves with less clothes more so that the parents are concentrating more on the city kids and letting them alone [with someone nice new fuck].

extention to a story told by an ordinary t

you would want to read this ahead of the part below...

two of them, quite harried and on the verge of blubbering in rhythmic unison and expectedly so for it was past 10 pm in the till-now-safe delhi metro station. had been the trait of the girls of the town. they have rock solid exteriors but internally the two sweet little things were melting, shaking soft as the chocolate shake. they didn't have tickets they didn't have change, wonder if they had addresses with them because the address the shorter and cuter one told me was 3 houses next to mine.

a 75 word story that does not sound as interesting to me

honey laced mocktail in one hand, the cowboy hat, the smallest of bikini tops and khaki shortest shorts, she was looking at me such seductively that i wondered if she was looking through me. i could sense the tension emanating directly from her swaying hips and the intermittent suggestive pelvic thrusts. she was blowing kisses at me and i was ready, the only problem was that i was the roof-top cameraman in the cricket stadium.

first in the series of cricket related ones

there have been world cups and there have been major upsets but this seems to be a particularly unhappy one. i was shocked when pakistan crashed out but was not sad; i am sad because woolmer died. he was a huge talent. the other day i was having a chat with johny about cricket being at the losing end. cricket lost something invaluable today. and the worst part being the way it did.

no matter which team wins now, no matter how much money people make or loose, no matter how many half-nude firangans dance on those sixes, the joy has been marred for this one. i won't want to trivialise this post about bob and cricket thus i would stop now





and would write about the firangans and the boobs in cricket field in maybe the post later than this one.

try to get back into the groove

problem with some fucking people is that they will fuck you when you are most susceptible to be fucked not more so because you deserve to be fucked but because they have been fucked very recently and they can't do a fuck about it.

seems like my stars are changing in a way that more females [who you can somehow stand] have starting blinking on the visibility radar. and not being an over expecting sucker that i anyways am not is pretty hopeful about it leading to something which it anyways won't because for something to happen, you have to do something and not just plan or expect something to happen.

anyways after a dormancy for around quarter of a year [maybe more - i don't want to feel crap about the time i wasted], i am trying to get in to blog hopping mode, which takes me to the last line of the last paragraph. i tidied my favorites list - did some inclusion, and some exclusions happened too.

and i don't understand the deal with the females signing up on networking sites as orkut. networking means responding to people who are trying to network with you and not sitting there as a extra large thorn in the non-networked-but-eternally-waiting arse. i guess these sods should be banned if they don't respond to more than three requests or some related policy be placed. but on the second thoughts they shouldn't be banned. orkut won't look good like any place devoid of female species.

do i still love you?

if you still read this blog, which you still do and i know you do, it is just that you do not comment lest i know that i do, i have to ask do you think that i still love you?

you don't come and meet me and you don't come out when i call you, you are busy and you pretend to ignore, but you still long more and more, and i have to ask do you think that i still love you?

you flirt with me and you play but you don't take your name, you laugh and you never say no, but you don't even say yes no more, wonder if you think that i still love you?

your voice was different but your words were not, did you say it or did i hear it, but it was big and it was loud, anyways it was your sound and i heard that you think that i still love you

the holi weekend - nice!

first of all

HAPPY HOLI!!!!

to everybody

the weekend started well, in anticipation of one of the liveliest festivals. in fact i shall call it a celebration for than a festival. HOLI - a license to total fun.

but let me do this chronologically.

friday night was dedicated to another sad movie, a third one in the row. the last kind of scotland and a scene so gross that i had to help myself with a glass of water. please were sick all around at that scene which was horrifying. a movie very different from what i expected how it would be. actually the name introduced the assumptions and therefore the confusion ensued. the movie told me some things, first one being the aversion to travel which is so inherent to orthodox hinduism still has some roots in us. u travel to some place you don't know and it is a joyride from the moment you step in. exactly what happens to the character of dr. ganiger [apologies if i didn't spell it right]. and then those quickies, they are so risky, that my soul shook after seeing what landed the doctor a quickie in to.

saturday morning passed napping and afternoon saw me going to north campus which was devoid of lovely faces. but CP made up for that loss [seems like the charm is coming back to CP]. bought shoes without any plan and TT rackets according to the plan. watched many lovely girls and had a patty and a pastry at wenger's. all in all great time passed. evening again was past without anything of note.

sunday the holi morning seem to be passing boringly until i reached the cousin's place where i was mobbed while saving my cousin from her neighbours. totally drenched, huge fun. came back to ankur's place and went to prashant's for he was to leave in some time. and then ankur had plans to go play TT little later. and i jumped to the idea. went to play TT. discovered can't play TT a bit but when a sweet looking kid [she wasn't more than 20; although she had oodles of talent {i was not able to take my eyes off}, i was happy to hear she wanted to play with me apparently because her bro wasn't willing to continue and i was the only one free] somehow my shots were looking like coming back to me. couldn't understand the uptight stacks were the inspiration or what :P [sorry if i sound gross - but i can't stop myself from appreciating something beautiful]. so nice half-hour session with the sweet little thing.

came back and wanted to write. now will go and eat the pulao :)

daily questions

what is the point?; they are going crazy over Qvattarochi's extradition when they haven't done anything about one extradition that is under their control - Kohli's extradition. The devil raped and killed a little girl in UK and ran away to India and even when the girl's parents have spent million of rupees, the arsehole is still living in peace in here. God knows, if he isn't extradited how many more little girls [whose parents might not have any money to even register a complaint in this corrupt administration] would become his victims.

japan wants to kill whales, apparently for "research purposes". and they are enraged when some activists tried to stop them. and after "apparent research" they sell them in markets for meat. i am enraged. why the do they have to kill whales when they have hundred other species to eat. i just wonder when would the human meat be in vogue for these pervert meat-lovers.

a PSU that till couple of years back did not have enough money to pay pension now have enough surplus to invest in r&d of high end technology. just because corruption was removed? and if the philosophy is true than we can have surplus in the financial budget too?