Connected

I wonder how you would feel once you meet your soul mate. Would you hear an orchestra blaring like in Main hoon naa(n)? This is the closest I got to finding one. And, by some cruel twist of luck, it was taken away. We met at a restaurant I frequent. She wasn’t a usual in these parts. We clicked instantly. She was smart and I was funny. Close to midnight, she left me with dreamy eyes filled with vacant expression. Her number jotted down on the back of the cheque. It is four in the morning and I begin to miss her already. With a smile, I flip open my cell and begin dialing. With every ring, my pulse rises a little higher. Eager with anticipation. Would she be as excited as I am? Or would she be pissed?

“Hey! Its me?”
“Wha..t…who’s this?” yawns some idiot’s voice.
“Um..sorry. I think I got..”
Feels like being doused with cold water. At four in the morning.

Let me read your hand!

On a certain lazy sunday evening, after demolishing the whole day with a string of good and bad movies, we sat down exhausted. With ideas scarce of where to go next, bowling and pool also didnt extract much excitment from the drained out punks. Things drifted towards idle, mindless browsing and i sat staring at my hands (No, it is not a fav pastime of mine.Thanks for asking, though). Palmistry intrigues me. It always amazes me how people come up with these theories. Looks very fishy to me. Fate and destiny stuff.That evening, we just sat there and made judgements about each other.

"You see this line? It means you are very lazy"
"A weak heart line.You will have beautiful wife but sad relationship"
"You will have atleast 3 affairs outside marriage"
"i have seen such lines only in call girls"

It is said that you start out with your left hand lines and whatever you make out of it is shown in your right hand. Fate and Destiny. So, our hand lines would change as time passes.Your right hand probably changes a lot more than the left.So, we took a sample space of four pairs of hands. I will leave the images somewhere.On the group webpage or some random place.And leave it at that. After a few years, may be 5 to 10, if it strikes me and i remember this thing, i will go check on it and see.

Dark musings

Life certainly gains a perspective when i look at a barren land. The mere sight of me seemed to lift the little left spirit in the poor, dry eyes. The place looked haunted and a light,hollow wind seemed to whine around.All the time. A hissing sound brought my attention back from the dark musings that enveloped elbow-high over my head. A pale image issued forth, black fumes emanating from its mouth.It was mouthing some fast words to the servant, who seemed to bow down further.The weight of the words dragging him earthbound.The pale figure turned towards me and hissed, "They are here all the time!"
"Poor guys!", i gasped involuntarily.

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On a silent saturday evening, i sat forlornly in a dim corner of the tower.Out on the plain, were the dazzling damsel and the moron. How do girls always end up with idiots? i bemused.Smug looks on the idiots surpass tolerance levels in any sane being.Let alone me.May be those idiots don't know they are member of the elite idiotic community.Probably not elite.We are all over the place. Wish i didn't know i was an idiot.Sigh.

The Whole Lot

You all know me!

Now meet Thotti, totti and tooti

Have a nice weekend.

The Beast

It in unlike any beast i have ever seen or imagined. The tough exterior just is for sake of appearance.At the heart lies a core so intense. Probably the greatest camaflouge in the social jungle. Only few have had a chance to glimpse the creature at work.Even fewer have recovered to jot down a few lines, for evidence sake. It is a work of (f)art.Really.Eye witnesses have seen countless accounts of unsuspecting victims being snared in day light. In most cases, the victim is denied even the basic knowledge that it has been f'ed. Every waking moment is spent in kalachifying.Side effects include laughing in sleep, mumbling "total damage". Like its brother from the jungle, this one lies dormant, perched comfortably among the thick branches of IST.
Every now and then, one stumbles across things and cannot help but wonder.

The image is from kingkong movie.The movie has evoked strong emotions in the group as well. Too many similies to be drawn towards the simian, i guess. They would probably take it up as their mascot.Copyright violations aside, ofcourse :)

Bad Advisor

He shot up from the bed straight.It was the awful alarm again.Which stupid f*er put the fire alarm at such places.His eye wide open and searching into the night.It was pitch dark, the way he liked it.Darkness comforted him.A soft drizzle fell lightly on the ground around him.Off late, dreams have been recurrent.Scary dreams.And, he wondered how much more he could take it. It would be unfair to call him coward.Some of his dreams had indeed come true.Some came very close to be true. The ones that came close enough turned sour grapes.His servants from being strong, broad shouldered ones became skinny add-ons you see in mahabharata and ramayana.The ones with thick mustaches.He felt the drizzle smudge out the rest of the dream.Like rain drops on a painting.He heard some noises downstairs.The nazguls probably have returned from their daily outings.Those idiots were more like grad students.Pretending to work hard, making up fake results and stuff like that.Jeez!
"We think the ring is probably in shire!"
Shire! My ass! sounds like a made up name to me.

Happy New Year

What's really the worst thing that could happen to you on a New year's eve? No, spending time with unwanted cousins does'nt count.

"As I reflected on some of these invisible hands which kept up the merry spirit".It is a swell feeling,when thoughts like this flutter through the mind. It brings a smile on the face, a twinkle in the eye.The healty tip helps, ofcourse.But, nothing, NOTHING in this world can justify the aftermath.

"Did you listen to this PJ?"
"Excuse me?"
"Why did the drunk mexican push his wife from the hilltop?"

No! This could'nt be happening.Not on new year's eve.Drunken revellers asking me to take off my top*, i can tolerate.Inflicting such attrocities in the name of jokes has made me a cynic.To hell with the world, i would never again work on new year's eve.


*Lady at the gas station