25-23-22....
Sounds like what i call, an inverted-pyramid figure of an opposite-sexy who 'whistled' past? (if you are so thin, you can't help but whistle past)
It just isn't. It's how my fan base in orkut dwindled over the last week. Though I don't care much, it hurts to know that someone just wished to be off your fan club. Dam-silent-n !! I am becoming less popular..The what-is-the-root-cause guy I am, I have figured who chose to back off and I am planning to hold discussions with them to see if they can tell me why they did what they did.
Or.. should I? In doubt......
Mr.Alpacino puts it in 'scent of a woman', "when in doubt.........ffukkk'
fuk it is...
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
High. Really.
It's amajing what a bit of vodka can do to you. When vodka's in you are whatever you think you are. It's like an awards' night. First 40-60 ml launches a stage. 70 to 80, you think. The audience never else looks as inviting and as attentive. 90 and more, you give speeches, you sing, you dance.( you pee, on average, three times,in between).
"And the award goes to............................."
You. It's you. The thinker and the performer.
The command I feel, over English, when mls are in, is beyond words. I use all the gooji booji words that I recently had seen, heard and dreamt of. With brilliant control, of course. I think inhibition takes the backseat when you drink and drive the conversation.
March 07, 2006. Good day. My friend. She had been newly-hired by an old firm. She had achieved. She thought, Enough. Enough reasons to treat her well wishers( well my friend, I always wish you good). That's eaxctly how I found myself in this dazzling place. Menu was thick. Left half the page was new and the right one was heavy. (Man..that was xxxpensive. Hardcore expensive for my pockit.I had never been and will, on my own to such places).
Starters, breezers, talkers,milddlers,more talkers and enders. Over. I had fun.( Why wouldn't I?) Loved speaking to my friend's hubby who claims his firm is small. For the wannabe MBA I am, I tried my questions on him. Why ? Strength? What? Where? Bottomline? Products? When? How much? Man. I am good. In the three hours that I spent I learnt it's tough to run if you are small. I won. Back to bed. Passing introspection. Good day. Next morning. Now, just waiting to get through the day. Hang over is killing me. Already fought with Her.( You will see Her in every blog of mine. I love Her).
Tata.
Friday, March 03, 2006
licence .
Yesterday was bad. I failed a learning license test. My score 9/15. Fell short by just one fuckin mark. It takes more than just commonsense to pass a LL test.
Take a bite.
How many licences can one have at any point of time?
1)Maximum 3, one for each class of vehicles.
2)Any number of licences, one for each class of vehicles.
3) one more shitty option
Quite obviously I had not heard this from anyone. It's very simple. Nobody had told me about this. Lack of knowledge brings hope of logic. Third option with a shitty descprition obviously was out of contention. One down, two more to go. If I was the rider how many would I like to carry? If my riding past of last six years was anything to go by, the answer would be NONE. This was more of a personal opinion than logic. Back to logical thinking. We are men. We are suppose to think logically. How many? How many? After a lot of thinking it's obvious that logic just didn't work here. Or did it? I mark one and move on to the next question.
Next one.
Next one.
One more.
More.
In the name of commonsense and logic, I marked here and there and returned the 'RTO puzzle gallery'
Things went from bad to worse when the officer, an uncanny picker, pulled a sheet from a bundle of corrected papers and shouted something like 'Sudeep Kumar. You have failed! Come tomorrow'
Hell. I just could not show my face to my fellow LL aspirants, a few among who were pretty-faced young things. It was not the best idea to hang in there and wonder what went wrong. So I vanished from the RTO zone in record time. A plea to the RTO for keeping results confidential is in the pipeline.
Seeking solace in my near and dear one turned out to be a bad idea. I told her . Effort was on, to cushion the insult though. She laughed, like I inhaled oxygen and farted nitrous oxide. Bad day.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
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