Quotable Quotes

I'm gonna make love even when I'm dead
Your body might get cold, but it's always hot in my bed
Make love, don't you be afraid
Just because my heart ain't beating, it don't mean you won't
get laid.
-Chef [sings to Thriller beat as a zombie]

Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Love Hexagonal

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Disclaimer: The Author/Director is fighting for the Gay Rights Commission Act to be brought to review. Hence, his use of gayness and his method of portraying the Gay in this post/movie is extreme and and can be considered unfit to be watched by .... anyone ?!

The 'hip' city of Las Anjale was witnessing shock for the first time, 'hip'pie style. A group of hippies had just moved into town, but one of its members, mancarhip, as they called him was feared. Word spread like wild fire that the half-human, half-car,half-hippie was roaming the streets of L.A in search of female flesh. The girls were all alarmed and showered their boy friends with abuses if he had a car and was thinking about driving her places. They would rather prefer walking. It become a trend in itself that any outsider who came to L.A was astonished by the 'fitness frenzy' in the city.

And our hero, M.S. aka Mancarhip was the source of all this. He wasn't welcome at any public event or place. Everyone hated him. Women would just run away shreiking in anxiety, as if they had just seen a cockroach !! M.S. became a sad panda...oh sorry...sad car. His engine was on the verge of irreversible collapse and his rpm had reduced to barely a few per min. He was so dejected, he often would fuel himself with high octane petrol and get high !! M.S. was a broken man/car. He was unable to meet anyone, lest a girl to fall in love with, to hold doors open for, to travel to places with. He badly needed someone to play on his gear shaft, to hold his steering wheel, to pat his seats or atleast to bitch-slap his bumper. But no, he wouldn't be able to find one. Or so it seemed until that fateful day. The day they call in history classes now as, DoomsDay.......

It was a bright morning and one of the days when M.S. had to rush to make it before anyone at the Kaapi place or else he wouldn't even be allowed inside. After having inhaled some high octane petrol, he was off to the kaapi shop. He always felt good on kaapi. And there he waited for his Kaapuchino to arrive when Carlos entered the place. M.S. knew Carlos was gay and hence became alarmed. High as he was, he looked more alarmed that he was. And Carlos could see it. He could see M.S.'s entire engine through his head-lights. It was clearly visible.

He made his way to where M.S. was parked and sat next to him.
He said,"Wassup, Musty."

"My name is Mustang Shelby and Iam proud of it !!".
"Iam proud of you too."
"What do you mean ?". He grew even more alarmed and his eyes had become blood-shot by now.
"You have been through the most roughest of times, and still you stand straight, just like a gay man." He barely whispered the last part, and boy!, did he say it with such audacity regardless of the highly repelling smell that emanated from the half-hippie. He had driven the nail home.
M.S. felt he was shaken out of his stoned self and beaten to a pulp. He stood there looking amused, confused, worried. You could never say what he was feeling. He just stared on. It hit him then. Was he supposed to be gay? Is that why he hated blonds. Or was it because they were simply too dumb. Could that explain why he felt half relieved, half mad at why girls ran away when they saw him coming.

"You should have seen the look on his face", Carlos was heard saying to Macho at the Le Johnny Depp Club. It was where they had their weekly Tight(Pants)Club meetings.
No, not because they thought Depp was gay. Well, maybe it was.
The members started coming in for their weekly meeting. One by one, men started assembling in the Hall after uttering something that sounded like, "Hello I am queer and now I am here", which happened to be the week's password. The password however was useless since everyone knew everyone else. This could be due to the close contact. That particular week however, there were a lot of new comers.
The babbling, which had been on for quite some time now, in the Hall, was silenced by Carlos' movement towards the center. The crowd arranged itself around Carlos to listen to what he had to say. After all, he was the brain and the hind, be'hind' this.
Every week Carlos gave the rules that he and Macho had decided.
"Gentlemen, welcome to Tight club." Carlos had the attention of every man in the crowd.
"The first rule of Tight Club is, you talk about the Tight Club." Even the arrival of Champagne could be heard distinctly, as if it were talking for itself to the dumbfounded crowd in front of it.
"The second rule of Tight Club is, you talk about the Tight Club, so that more people can join and we all have more fun."
"The third rule of tight club, someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the tightness is over. So no more tighty tighty for you." The crowd laughs at this. One would wonder why any sane man would laugh at such a gay joke, probably also thinking at the same time if the guy who laughed at it was gay himself. Quite true, one would be, quite true.
"Fourth rule, only two guys to a Tight." And then came the retort, "Hey, what if I want a threesome ?" Carlos was becoming furious. "I don't want your sorry ass in here." "Are you sure you don't want it in there ?".They broke into a giggle. A disturbingly girly one at that.
"Fifth rule, one Tight at a time fellas." he continued as if nothing happened. The crowd laughed once more. They were indeed being gay (the happy type, I mean.).
"Sixth rule, no shirts, no shoes." "Well, what did you think, that we were fourth grade kids ?" And they laughed for this too.
"Seventh rule, Tights will go on as long as they have to."
"And the eight and final rule, if this is your first night at Tight Club, you have to Tighten."

......to be continued

Sunday, June 22, 2008

What is this Euro coming to ?!!

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Seriously, what is this Euro coming to ? If you want to make a competition of such panache, such fervor, such passion into a hit you have got to play the favourites in the semi-finals. Not so so teams like Russia or Turkey. Mr. Blatter, next time fix the matches so that only the favourites reach the top four !! Oh, o.k. fine. I was hoping Holland would go on to win this edition after seeing the way they thrashed France(my fav, btw) and Italy.

It was like Holland was destined to win. They were crowned winners even before the match started. The players were jumping in joy as they entered the field. You could see it in their eyes, the pride of having reached the semi-finals. Just that they didn't. So, where did they screw up. After topping the group of death so convincingly, where did they go wrong ? The team didn't make any mistakes, just one traitor did. Guus Hiddink. You can't possibly think that it was all Holland's fault. Russia played amazingly well. After having rendered important Oranje players like Sneijder virtually useless from the very beggining, it was quite surprising that they actually scored quite late in the game. Not to forget the beautiful reply by Holland. The game however went into extra time and then two goals in quick succession left Oranje go blue. And what's with the cascade of goals. Every second match seems to have an unwritten rule that goals have to be scored in cascades, one after the other after the other, in quick succession or else they won't be counted. And mind it, only towards the end of the match, so as to build a suspense for the world-wide viewers. Eventually, the 'winners' were weeping on the field like a bunch of school children and the 'losers' were ecstatic !!

After all this, we wonder did Holland play all that well before. They won against two heavy-weights by huge margins of 3 goals. But can the French and Italian team be considered heavy-weights. Both the teams have had their fair share in the spotlight for playing the oldies. On one hand, the French team was filled with romantic fools who just couldn't bring themselves to kick the ball, because they were so in love with it. This I suppose would be reason enough as to why they scored just one goal in the entire tournament. So where do the goals come from?
French arbit player's reply : Oh !! Passing ze ball to ze other team players is zo romantic !!!
French supporter : Kick ze ball. Whaz are you zoin fatso !!
Italian supporter : It is Fattuso !!

And the Italians on the other hand were like a bunch of mafia lords with their grim serious faces.
So much so that this is how I imagine a situation would have been in the last match of Group-C
Gattuso : I don't think I like this man.
Some arbit French player: Oh, you looks zo romantic in zat shorts gattuso !!
Gattuso : I don't like this man.
Pirlo : (with his fingers folded as if it were a gun) BAM BAM BAM !!!
Gattuso : Where is your gun, you moron !! Look what you've done. Now, I've got to make him an offer he can't resist. Hmmm. What shall I offer ??
The arbit French player : How about your shorts. Zey look very beauuutifuuull.
Gattuso : Hey. You keep away from my shorts. I'll keep away from your family !!(suddenly becoming alert)Hey, you bring the ball any closer, I'll blow your head away.
After all, you can't blame the French for being a peace-loving country.

*Sigh*. May the best team win.

Friday, June 20, 2008

The Love Hexagonal (Trailer)

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(On green screen)The following PREVIEW has been approved for "All audiences who have not yet lost their funny bones entirely to the fake comedian called Adam Sandler", by the Motion Picture Association of Andhapurathu Maharaaja.

The 21st Century Ho(a)x logo appears on the screen with the theme heard, followed by the Amazon KaattuVaasi Sangam Films Ltd. logo with their native war cry heard. The main "The Love Geometrical Figure No.X" theme is heard.

A handsome M.S. and a not-so-beautiful whore are sitting in a restaurant.
M.S: I have always thought you were too weak-hearted for love, Paris.
Paris:(angrily) Too flirty is what I would call it !! Bye bye M.S. (Pours wine all over his arse/rear bumper.) That should make you rusty for a while !!

An evil echoing laughter is heard as the scene fades out and into a brightly lit room, covered with pictures of M.S. in various situations and a few of Will Smith and Michael Jackson. Lots of men are seated around a table.
Carlos: Are you sure, he isn't gay ?
Black Man1: (looks at camera) Are you being a racist ?
Mr. Garrison: What do we do now, Macho.
M.M: (from behind a screen) I don't care. But I'll get my REVENGEEEEEEEEAAAAA.......aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!

Scene switched to the same room but not at same time. This time the men are all standing as if a ceremony is in place. As the camera swirls around the crowd we can see a lot of pants having large blotches of what seems like blood.
Carlos: The first rule of Tight(pants)Club is, you do not talk about the Tight(Pants)Club.
The camera swirls all over the place and clips of men walking hand in hand are seen.
Carlos: The second rule of Tight(Pants)Club is, you do not talk about the Tight(Pants)Club.

S.S wakes up violently from her sleep.
S.S: I need to find out where he is. I didn't go to Harvard for nothing !!

Music picks up pace.
A God-like, booming voice. Wait, its not God, its Cher. : From the makers of "My Girlfriend must be Crazy" and "Rate Me a 6 on 5, Please".

A lonely beach where M.S. seems to be enjoying peace finally.

Cher: And from the Mokkademy Award Winning director of 'The Love Triangle' comes the second installation.

The same beach but M.S. turns left and sees hundreds and hundreds of babes in bikinis running towards him.

Cher: Mokkademy Award nominee Super-Star M.S. in his best.

M.S. turns right and sees Carlos and the Tight(Pants)Club members running towards him. (M.M. is seen far away doing something which is not clearly visible.)

The Love Hexagonal
-Cause, three two's are six.

The Director appears sitting on a chair while his unit is seen to be working behind him.
Director : When every goddamn Hollywood production can have a sequel, why not mine ??

Cher: With special scenes introduced by the Director showing how to make love...ah... hmmm...sorry...showing how to love.

Releasing this summer (in French too as 'The GangBang') in theatres near you.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Musings of a stoned mind

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DISCLAIMER : This article(as far as women are concerned) is extremely S.T.A.L.E - STay Away for the Love of Earth, R.A.W - Read, Away Women and C.H.E.A.P - Chase Her highnEss Away. Period. (no pun intended). Its content can be considered highly inappropriate for women in general, and especially women with weak hearts or S.T.A.L.Er mouths. I take no responsibility for any emotional harm or broken hearts caused by this article, though I don't understand the difference between the two. Any law suits as a consequence of this article shall be held null and void if under the "Court of Sparkles" and any trial held therein shall be considered a waste of time.

We are here, my dear men (hoping that all women are/will be warded off by the disclaimer), to see if today's Indian Women, are really all that socially evolved. In a country that has a taboo on all actions/words even remotely related to sex, be it pre-marital sex, teenage pregnancies(don't they mean the same ??), strip tease clubs(What ? come awn, just because you are in India doesn't mean you cannot know what that is ?), whore house, sex education(hey it didn't exist until 10 yrs back !), I guess this is how a 19 yr old, stoned mind will think.

Do you think women are all that evolved with their odd talks about opening your minds to your soul-mate,relishing one another, all the iggy-wiggy stuff that goes on up there ? (I take it that you didn't even get what I was talking about.) And I'll tell you what, do women have to consider themselves socially advanced because of this in-built defect(as I would like to call it). I would say no.

Not forgetting that we are actually taking the case of Indian women here, let me quote an example from the Indian scriptures where it is stated that there was a time in India when Indian women were free to make to love to whomever they wished. Take the example of Mahabharath. How do you think Ved Vyas was born. And his sons Pandu, Dhritarashtra or Karna for that matter. It is in fact said that men returning from work could know if their wives were free to recieve them only if they didn't spot another man's slippers at his door-step. It was because of the Muslim invasion and the "missionary style" of Christianity that changed it all, that one man married one woman, that India changed, that all Indian women started talking bull-crap.

Its true that we men think from our genitals, but people, we are here to reproduce and fill up Earth. Let's do what we are here for !! Yes, we consider flirting, soul-searching, blah blah as nonsense. And just so you know the same with cuddling. We talk too. But through out eyes. When we give women that sleazy look, we mean to ask, "Will you go to bed with me ?". But no, women can't understand such highly complicated rocket science can they. And even if they do, just to show off their in-born capability, they have to talk you out of it, saying not all women appreciate our eye-signs and that since she was sex-deprived she came, or else no one would have. Making you feel like a sore looser.

Imagine, if Venus was packed with women ready to be shipped of to Earth, how would Mars be. NO, you gay bastards. Not that way. I meant the no-nonsense, free, meaningful world full of small pleasures. Enjoying the early morning walks, the beautiful gardens, the pestering insects, not with a woman, going hay wire about how her friend wanted to take her extra pass to an Oprah show, but a silent man who will enjoy these with you. Happy now? You've made me sound gay !!

P.S : I am not gay !

P.P.S : If you are a woman and have still reached this line, then, it was Sudhanshu's fault. He induced me to write this. Besides I do not have the bollocks to write this. I may not be free to take your comments, whereas, he is.

P.P.P.S : Hey ! Seriously. I am NOT gay !

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Chat over Kaapi

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S: Hey K !! How you doin ?
K: Hi da venna (in Eng: Hi butter !!)(in Hindi: oi makhann !!)(for the general Tamil challenged public: just a way of greeting)
S: What ?
K: That's what my girlfriend calls me.
S: Whoa. But why ?
K: Because I taste well with bread and jam!!..I don't know.
S: So, did you see yesterday's match ?
K: Hmmm.Yeah. But a cheesy finish.
S: What's with the dairy products ?
K: What's with all these questions ? Wanna milk some answers out of me !!!
S: Forget it. So do you watch a lot of cricket.
K: Not much. Why ?
S: I wanted to know what reverse swing was ?
K: But I don't know.
S: Hey, come on. You must be knowing.
K: hmmmm, let's see. Its like, when the bowlers is running real slow.
S: Slow ?!
K: Yeah, mind it. Real slow. That's basically to conserve energy so as to throw the ball real fast.
S: Fast ?!
K: Yeah. And then, the ball gets in a time warp,
S: Time warp ?!
K: And then before you know it, if you get hit in places you consider "too sacred to be hit", your head spins a little. Its like you are on a swing, but gravity seems to be acting from the top. Hence, reverse swing. And when I came to know about this, I was like "No Way. This is a really good way of getting high".
S: Oh! So, what kind of a high do you exactly feel out of weed ?
K: Oh man. You a hippie? Weed doesn't get you high. It makes you feel sleepy.
S: Oh crap !
K: No....... Just sleepy.
S: Forget it.
K: So, did you watch Indiana Jones ?
S: Yeah, unfortunately.
K: Why ?
S: Bollywood produces better movies. The stunt director must have been the one they use for Govinda.
K: Does he even have a stunt director ?
S: Must have one. Was thinking 300 made a better watch. I atleast slept through that !!
K: O.K man. I've got to go. So, ciao.
S: Hey, listen. I had this dream in which I went to class without any clothes on. So...
K: I can tell if your naked.
S: Anyone can. I want you to tell me.
K: That's what I meant.
S: Oh.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Love Triangle

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We all know women have their hearts filled with love for their men (provided they have one(I meant the heart) and provided they are straight.). It's different in the case of men though. We have to divide our love amongst various things.

An Average Male's Love Chart

And as you can see, maintaining the balance is tough work.
Jokes apart, what would happen if one of man's longest surviving lover (apart from women), cars had a humanness in them ?

Perhaps there is a Macho Man(M.M) in the most hip night club of Las Anjale (read as L.A.,California) and his girl, the blonde Sexy Slut(S.S), who just loves Macho for 'what he is'. Perhaps Macho has a hip, gas-guzzling, 375 bhp, V-8, 2200 cc Mustang Shelby Eleanor(M.S). Fear not ladies, its just a car !!. Perhaps Shelby's got a heart too, and perhaps he likes The Blonde too. Here's what could happen at the entrance of the 'hip' (i just love using that word !) night club trying to woo the chick.

M.M: Come on bitch, let's go dance !
S.S: Wait .... I think your car's trying to tell me something.
M.M: What are you dumb ?
S.S: Duh!!! I mean, What did you call me ??
M.M: Yeah, I do say my Princess roars...but she can't talk !!
M.S: I am a he.
M.M: What's with your voice, you slutty goose (in case I had forgotten to mention before, M.M has been turning gay for quite some time now, due to unknown reasons and hence the expression)
S.S: It wasn't me, macho maniac (no she ain't gay, just blonde)
M.S: It was me.
M.M: Aaaaahhh...My cars talking. Oh crazy Lord. Whats happening to me.
M.S: Nothing. It's just that I can talk.
M.M: Well, what do you know. A talking car.(to himself) Maybe I would be able to make a fortune out of it. But who's gonna buy him. Maybe Carlos would buy him. Oh Carlos, you would buy him won't you, buddy. Oh man, I can see Carlos ass sitting on this very seat. His round, tight ass. Ooohhh. (Turns around and starts jerking off.)
M.S: Listen lady Slut. I love you to the core of my engine. You are the only fuel I will need to succeed in a race called life.
S.S: Oh, ain't that sweet Macho.
M.M: aaahhhh !!
M.S: I need a change in life. I want to get away from my machine self and be the human I always wanted to be. And I need you to help.
S.S: But we just gave you that change. We had your radio-thingy changed.
M.S: Why don't you understand me !! Huh? Radio-thingy? Oh you mean radiator.
S.S: Whatever. And we even had your pistols repaired.(alarmed) Macho, I think he's got that pistol with him now. I am scared Macho, help.
M.M: aaaaaahhhhhhh!!
M.S: What ? Pistol ? Oh, you mean a piston !! No. No. I don't have a pistol. I am clean.
S.S: Of course you'll be clean,honey. Remember that soap wash I gave you while Macho was talking photos of me.
M.S: He was taking photos of the painter working next door. Not you !!
M.M: aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
M.S: But don't you remember ? We've had our own fun too, when you went up and down my gear handle.
S.S: Why, you remember that, naughty boy ! But what's that supposed to mean to you.
M.S: Wellll. Lets say man:penis::car:gear handle !!
S.S: What's that supposed to mean, rocket scientist.
M.S: It means you have already had sex with me !!
S.S: Oh. So if I've been your slut once......I guess I can be your slut..... forever.
M.S: Alright !!!!!
S.S: (as she is getting into the car) You know what. Macho's been acting weird. He doesn't even get turned on by me anymore. Maybe he's getting old.
M.S:(frustrated) You know what. Phuck you, dumb bitch. I don't need this human crap. I was content being a car. And Iam goin back.

M.S. drives away without her. M.M zips up and takes S.S. to the night club only to later break up with her (by convincing her that she was gay) and spend the night at Carlos' home.

Disclaimer : All characters in this post, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Is Tarantino really a good film-maker ??

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Yes, we are talking about Quentin Tarantino. How many more Tarantino's do you expect to turn up on Wikipedia......7, would the precise answer, but nevertheless let's see if Tarantino is as good as he is rated.

Some of Tarantino's most famous works include : Pulp Fiction,Kill Bill vols. I and II., Death Proof, Reservoir Dogs (in the order in which I watched them.). The first time anyone watches his movie, its normal if(..no, no, no...)normal only if you think the man's gone crazy. Its not easy to go against trend and that's exactly what Tarantino has done, and that's exactly why you would feel he's a nutter. Precisely, the reason as to why I didn't like Pulp Fiction. It was filled with Tarantino's trademarks. Right from the non-linear story telling (we'll come to that later) to showing close-up's of female characters bare feet ?? (God !! editors on Wikipedia = butt(er) for brains !!(I guess Tarantino's fetish(but these users must have got fetish of his fetish(Iam back !!(:D)))))

The raw violence portrayed in his films are beyond just being raw. The oh-so-hip-80's trend of blood splashing across your screens in Kill Bill-I, or Mr.Blonde cutting of the ear of a policeman or the gruesome way in which the mad stunt-man kills the woman in Death Proof, all make you want to guarantee yourself a place in Heaven.

His most interesting trademark would be the non-linear way of showing his films. It includes flashbacks(Reservoir Dogs), chapters (Kill Bill), simply non-linear(Pulp Fiction) or just nothing but long, boring, made-to-put-you-on-your-death-bed dialogues (Death Proof). The worst and best being non-linear. Non-linear is a style where the time frame portrayed isn't the one as it happened i.e not in chronological order. Or in other words, the ending is shown first, then the intro, then something from the middle, then the post-climax and then if your still watching, pre-climax, or something like that. Watching Pulp Fiction for the first time is as maddening as this:

Cartman(hereby referred to as fat-ass) : Mom
Ms. Cartman's voice : Yes, Dear.
Fat-Ass: Can I make you some sandwiches ?
Ms. Cartman's voice : That's O.K dear....Why don't you go outside and play.
Fat-Ass:(pleads) But Mououououom.
Ms. Cartman's voice: Mommy is busy poopie-kins.
Fat-Ass: (shouts) But Mom. I wanna make some sandwiches for you and that Jewish plumber in your bedroom.
Ms.Cartman:(in her bedroom) :O

Now, that should make you go crazy..... It didn't ?? Then Pulp Fiction should do it !!

With Kill Bill however, you won't have life left in you when you're done with the movie. One thing that really needs appreciation is the O.S.T of this film. Just too good!! Maybe, the only thing that will make you watch the second part is your inquisitiveness to know what happens to the Bride (Uma Thurman). After watching the second part though, I started liking Tarantino's style. Its like, if you are a dog who's been fed only with dog biscuits through-out his life (poor doggie !!) and then you are introduced to salami slices, you might not like the change at first. But, at the end of the day, Salami rules !!

With all that said, I also think this is a bit just too much !!!!

Monday, June 9, 2008

Les Internationaux de France de Roland Garros

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In case you weren't even wondering what that could mean, you're a rotten, good for nothing, should-have-been-consumed-by-a-hungry-mongrel-long-ago carcass, that has been decaying for a minimum time span of a month now !! cause thats when French Open Fever started and that is the word of the day. No, I didn't choose it. ATP did. The title however, would be The French Open ...... in French. Literally it translates to 'French Internationals of Roland Garros'. (Huh?! Retards!!)

People, I learnt something from the French Open this year. "Barking dogs seldom bite". Of course, we were taught that in elementary school, but who would pay attention when the teacher goes on to scientifically explain the reason. I don't wanna know about dogs and their lack of social networking skills.
So, coming back to the point, what I meant was: Federer barked but didn't bite. :D. Everyone thought tennis is going to be as boring as F1 was, if only these two big guys meet on court. (When I refer to F1, I mean the 2000-2005 seasons where only M.Schumacher would win, and the rest would be racing for time-pass. This can also be attributed to the superior Ferrari technology at that time (thats because they spent a lot more than the other teams (I love using parenthesis' inside parenthesis' :D))). So when it came to a point where only Nadal and Federer were reaching the finals of every other open, you expect it to get boring. But WRONG !! It in fact gets even better with only these two fighting for the Title. (Though, I personally think Djokovic deserves to be there too(cause Serbia does spend a lot, atleast on its tennis players(money does matter people!!(somethings gotten into me (:D))))). I did expect equal chances for both of them, but then loosing by straight sets !! You've got to be kidding me !!...You aren't ?? Darn, that's a ..... Guess what ?! I am out of words. That did make Federer stop barking, anyway. He was out of barks, I guess :D .
The win made Nadal only the third player after Bjorn Borg and Ilie Nastase, to ever win the title without loosing a set(in the entire tournament...(without a set...(can you believe it???(yes, I agree. That was uncalled for.(:D))))). He literally left the Swiss in tears. Its like, when Federer is going around, barking to the media that HE feels its HIS year, that he's gonna win everything in sight, Nadal comes up, whacks him in his baals and tells him ......... "Bad Doggie".
Game Over, Feddie boy. (I like calling him that(do you? (:D)))

P.S: The Opens are called so because they were thrown open for professionals and amateurs to play(before that certain tournaments were meant only for amateurs and certain, only for pros(like Wimbledon was only for amateurs(I am loving it(Hope you are !! (:D)))))

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Its Japan-O, Weird-O....

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These are some of the simply amazing ads and products in the Japanese market.
Have fun.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Arbit cups of Kaapi - I

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1. Assamese are lazy people. And I mean lazy in every sense. One fact that can prove this is:

Area: 78,438 km²
Pop: 26,655,216

Bihar(a state not-so-far off)
Area: 94,164 km²
Pop: 82,878,796

Wait a minute. Maybe this is a result if all those unsold condoms in Bihar.

2. But generally, Indians are lazy. I pondered on this after coming to know that there is this particular tennis stadium called Indian Wells Tennis 'Gardens'. What do you freakin' relax there ? or play tennis?
But just in case you didnt know, Indian Wells is in California, U.S.A

Ha Ha....Gotcha !!!!

3. Hey stop thinking that. I knew Indian Wells was in the U.S.A before I wrote this even.

4. When I was young, mind it very young, I used to think portfolio was some kind of polio. I dont know why ?

5. Back in school, during one of our economics classes, we were being taught about something called 'Volatility Smile'. When one smart guy commented, "Thats when you start losing your money and your smile fades away." His smirk didn't last long either.

6. There is this video my friend came across when we were in 11th standard. Its quite famous and is about a Japanese game that was then translated by some Japanese nut jobs into English. Watch the video for what I would like to call Classic humor !!

7. As most of you might know, Purple Man is the arch-nemesis of Daredevil. But does anyone have an idea as to why he was named that. Was it because he was always beaten black and blue by Daredevil ?

8. What would the only song in 'Cinderella'-The musical starring 'Rihanna' be ??
Cinderella..ella....ella....ella..ella...(till the end ??!!)

9. Its true Sudhanshu. My blog might just have more visitors than yours. Not because my friend list is endless. But because most of your friends live in a place without internet - Jharkhand !!!

Rihanna and I

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Found the song Umbrella by Rihanna very irritating. So here's my commentary...
DISCLAIMER: I've got nothing against Rihanna or JayZ or their fans. Besides this post ain't all that funny or degrading.
Ahuh ahuh (yea Rihanna)
S: yeah come on girl....

Ahuh ahuh (good girl gone bad)
S: oh yeah, you got me there.

Ahuh ahuh (take three... action)
S: nooooo....Cut !!...once more

Ahuh ahuh
S: any problem macho?? because you've been saying only that all along

No clouds in my storms
S: we dont call it a storm in that case,duh !!

Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Rihanna: eh eh)
S: wat?? dude, do you even know what a hydroplane means ???

Come'n down with the dow jones
S: or that ??

When the clouds come we gone
S: Is that english at all ? Oh, damn it. Should have paid more attention to Nishaan's lesson

We rocafella (Rihanna: eh eh)
S: Didn't get that either.

She fly higher than weather
S: how high is your 'weather' exactly ??

And she rocks it better
S: hmmm, maybe i know ;)

You know me
S: hmmm, maybe i don't !! :(

An anticipation for precipitation, stacks chips for the rainy day (Rihanna: eh eh)
S: Huh! Using big words, fella ?!?!

Jay, rain man is back with lil ms.sunshine
S: CAUTION: Calling yourself rain man can be considered gay. Especially when with lil ms.sunshine

Rihanna where you at?
S: Seriously girl, where you at ? Come on and sing, this guys killing me !!

[Verse 1]
You had my heart, and we'll never be world apart
S: Two completely different line, merged into one ?!

Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star
S: whatever !!

Baby cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars
S: Heck! That was one 'eye-opener' !!

And that's when you need me there
S: Why, what you gonna do ?? Its already dark!!........Oh!! naughty, naughty !

With you I'll always share
S: Ok. Iam good.


When the sun shine
S: ahan....

We'll shine together
S: SHINE !!!

Told you I'll be here forever
S: No,No. I want you out of here by morning !!

Said I'll always be your friend
S: just a friend ?! :(

Took an oath imma stick it out 'till the end
S: Oh, I see.

Now that it's raining more than ever
S: Is it ?

Know that we still have each other
S: Naah. It isn't raining 'more than ever' !!

You can stand under my umbrella
S: We are under my roof goddamn it !! I don't need an 'umberella' .

You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
S: Hello ambulance. Rihanna here has got the fits.

Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
S: Hurry up goddamn it. She looks very serious.

Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
S: Oh God. She's gonna die !!!

Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
S: Noooooooooooo !!!

[Verse 2]
These fancy things, will never come in between
S: Oh! you're still alive !!

You're part of my entity, here for infinity
S: Yeah ?! I like your en'tity' though ! For infinity ?? Sweet !!

When the war has took it's part
S: What war ?

When the world has dealt it's cards
S: No, silly girl. Not everyone on earth knows how to play cards.

If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart
S: I don't know about the hand, but something else is hard. *grin*

You can run into my arms
S: Aaaahhh !! *alarmed*

It's okay don't be alarmed
S: O....kay.

So go on and let the rain pour
S: Hey, I didn't call myself rain man. Jay Z did !!

I'll be all you need and more
S: Hope so !!


When the sun shine
S: Yeah ! Yeah !

We'll shine together
S: Ok fine

Told you I'll be here forever
S: Oh come on, get done with it already will you ??

Said I'll always be your friend
S: Oh, God. Not again !!

Took an oath imma stick it out 'till the end
S: You wanna play tough ??

Now that it's raining more than ever
S: Is she dumb or something !!

Know that we still have each other
S: Fine. I give up.

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

It's raining (raining)
S: Finally.

Ooo baby it's raining
S: It still is ??

Baby come into me
S: What do you mean ?

Come into me
S: No, seriously. I didn't get it.

It's raining (raining)
Ooo baby it's raining
S: Yeah Yeah. Blah Blah. All that crap. But what did you say before.

You can always come into me
S: What ?

Come into me...
S: Oh no no, silly .... I am using condoms.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

G-Talk and the T.B

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We called him T.B. for obvious reasons that he looked like a T.B. patient. Correction : Looks
And this is what he does during a chat instance !!

Sudarsan: wat ??

: nothing

: wat ?
r u goin nutters ?
y would u send me my blog's link ?

T.B: wait


: wats that ?
who's no. is that ?

T.B: dhanashekaran

Sudarsan: who is that ? wat r u trying to convey?
is this a puzzle?
is this his number ?
wat am i supposed to find ?
answer me, u idiot

T.B: wait da
optical mouse
mouse pad

Sudarsan : what, do u want one ??
how the f*** do u think i can help u ?
iam in guw dude !!

T.B: Rs. 250 only

Sudarsan: i give up !!
wat is it ??

T.B: hey!
i din't have notepad open
so i just typed in this

Sudarsan: son of a b***h
mother fu**er
oh goddamn u

T.B: and i typed www and pasted the text on your status msg so i could click on it and it would open a window automatically!

i hate u

T.B: lol
why you tensioning so much??

: u hav wasted five of my minutes which i dont bother abt
but cutting my nose in the end
like THIS ??

T.B: :D

oh yes
u hav
u r now OFFICAILLY this (| |) close to getting KILLED
but yeah that was funny
but temme seriously...
how long would it have taken u to open a note pad ??

T.B: i have to press Window Key plus R
too far away
and i might've had to use two hands
plus you're a loser and i thought i'd make you feel important for a change

: sob
btw u DID make me feel imp

T.B: lol
kidding :)


T.B: gotta make a coupla calls

: sure
go ahead

Th'-th'-th'-th'-th'-th'-that's All, Folks!"

You can call it plaguarism ... I call it paying homage !!!

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Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up that morning. I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy birthday!", and possibly have a present for me.As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy birthday".I thought... well, that's marriage for you, but the kids will remember. My kids ate breakfast and didn't say a word.So when I left for the office, I was feeling pretty low and somewhat despondent.

As I walked into my office, my secretary, Jane said, "Good morning boss, happy birthday!"

It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.I worked until one o'clock and then Jane knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your birthday, let's go out to lunch, just you and me".

I said, "Thanks Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"

We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. We dined instead at a little place with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.On the way back to the office,

Jane said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day... We don't need to go back to the office, do we?"

I responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind?"

She said, "Let's go to my apartment".

After arriving at her apartment Jane turned to me and said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for a moment. I'll be right back".

"OK", I nervously replied.

She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake... followed by my wife, kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday".

And I just sat there...

On the couch...


--There. Finally I payed my homage to ... uh....to ...er !! ... goddamn it , i got 20200 hits showing the exact same story on Google. Like Shekhar would have said : ' Its the internet dude... you don't pay homages to the internet !!'

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Would you like to "Rumble" ??

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Rumble - the word for today...
How I arrived at 'rumble' for my word of today is a long story which would make up my very first blog entry. I did try my hand at blogging before, only to eventually get bored due to lack of enthusiasm (personally and from visitors). I guess that was because i used to write on the events that happened in my lobby which should have been censored, and so because of the absurd material, viewers just ignored my blog to express their concern. And hence came the idea of 'rumbling around'. But just in case you want to check out my old blog (though i advise you not to), check out my profile.
So, coming back to the point, why 'rumble' ?? The answer, unfortunately would again point towards the lobby's gaming efforts. But, thats where our story starts.
'A' and 'B', both being fans of Fifa 08 were discussing the lyrics of one of the songs that appears on the playlist of Fifa08, which 'B' liked a lot. The song was called 'Ali in the Jungle' by The Hours. One of the lines which is repeated quite a lot through out the song went like 'Everybody gets *********' and this was the topic of the conversation. Both of them had a doubt as to what the line was. 'A' being a nymphomaniac suggested it could be 'Everybody gets the girl'. But instead it turned out to be 'Everybody gets knocked down'.
The song, as is evident from the title and the line I mentioned, is about a boxing match which I later discovered was called the 'Rumble in the Jungle' which featured Mohd. Ali vs George Foreman. And the reason it was called that was because it was held in Zaire (a jungli country).
As a matter of fact, it was in this match that Ali went on to be crowned world champion for the second time. The reason I am mentioning all this crap is because at the end of the song, a radio commentary is played, and this moved me a lot. This commentary was the actual one that was recorded at the event and can be heard and the end of this video. (and the fights a worthwhile watch considering the ignorance of the average Indian.)

Anyways, speaking of rumble also made me remember this wonderful game I came across a few years back. Its helluva addictive and makes you wonder how b'lliant these coders ought to be !!!.
And its called 'Rumble' Box.


My high score : 10450
Beat that !!

Sunday, June 1, 2008


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Some of my favorite blogs. Worth a read and I have to admit, they do influence the way I write. So if you like my blog, or even otherwise, I am quite sure you'll like these.

  • Praveen Unplugged - Tamizh makkale... vaazhungal... vandhu magizunghal... Unplugged? Totally !!

And also to go with them are some of my friends' blogs.

And some blogs that provide really good help for blog designing.