the legs

although i have still not stopping cribbing about it but it seems to get a little better. it is a little colder and girls are looking nicer, not that they don't do otherwise, but i am still waiting for it to plunge to around 10-15. it shouldn't go above 15 anyways. even the bloody minimum is higher than normal still.

anyways, last evening, while the guys at vodafone were dillydallying my patience away, i felt like looking for a restroom, which i did after my unsatisfactory rendezvous with them. the closest formal loo was in the centerstage mall. so there i went. and though i wasn't surprised to see a couple of females in teeny weeny skirts, i sure felt a little colder. that mall has one of the most popular clubs in ncr - elevate. the moment i went inside the mall - i saw the biggest number of girls wearing skirts at one single place. and it didn't took me a moment to determine that they were all school kids [who probably came for a christmas party thrown by school/someone] - but all those legs on the show didn't warm me up a bit. disappointing, would you say? not at all. i would prefer a single pair of 30 year old legs to all those 20 year olds any day.

of desire

i am from a school of thought that says if you do not have six packs yourself you can't expect your girl to have a flat tummy either.

but i have to say i would love if i have a girl who has boobs as luscious as those of scarlett johansson. somehow johansson knows how should she hold her beautiful breasts under a sheet that would make heads, of those looking at her cleavage, spin.




and now let's not get into complete package theory.

the artistic attempt

no matter how many people appreciate it or how many people go crazy singing songs in its praise but i neither am able to comprehend nor appreciate poetry which can't discipline itself technically. i find no fun reading it if the meters are not correct, the syllables aren't symmetric, and the rhythm do not follow. to sum it, abstracts do not make sense to me.

even while my under-graduate course, i was not a big fan of eliot, not that i scored any better in case of keats, my favorite. but i have always kind of wondered, sometimes with bitter criticality, what is it that one is inspired by when writing lines such as:-


my love
sexy white dove
your hair when wet
cling to my chest
like the sarong
do to your legs long


i absolutely hate attempts like above. not that i might not have attempted crap such as this when young.

i always like the verse written which the clarity of language such as that by kabir, not to mention greats works such as ramayan, mahabharata and paradise lost, all those follow the depth of language within the circumference of discipline.

Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye
Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye

~ kabir


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ps. please don't go searching for writer of the lines above i called crap. they are mine :P

if you

if you regularly follow my blog then it would be great if you could acknowledge your visit sometimes...

i am not fond of music

i don't know why i want to write about them but i hate the songs that haunt you as much as you like them. i don't even know what exactly haunting means, here, but i might be able to pull the explanation off if that mean holding a pair of beautiful eyes intent on listening some sensible statements.

i might not even ever want to save them in my [expensive] storage space and probably would change the channel if i catch them but i would still like them to figure in my "appreciate these" list.

for those wondering brains, an example would be [a plagiarized effort] "tu mile" from criminal. while talking about it, manisha koirala never looked hot except for probably those nanoseconds while she showed off her that wow cleavage and the cameraman would cut off anything that starts from the area of the anatomy called tummy onwards.

i wonder why am i giving some genuine stuff here. fuck. i guess what i was really going to talk about was another song. o meri chandani from chandani. the way jolly mukherji utters the closing lines - "chandani, o meri chandani". the whole last line [choice of words, fading music and sound] bit makes it ultra luxe.

suggestions derived from a study

a news link on rediff caught my eye. it reported that a study has determined that the girls think about shopping as much times as guys do sex in a day which is an average of every 52 seconds [if the guys get that much time, that it, i presume. there are other similar exceptions {like when driving along with other girl drivers on the road - they surely won't be thinking of laying them but wishing they are invisible} to these findings but that could be the subject of another post]

so you please read up the rediff article and then read some suggestions that might be of some social help in that case:-

- government should subsidies the real estate rates for those opening specific-for-women malls. that ways they would be keeping girls away from the guys and hence contribute in decreased population growth rate.

- condom companies should open large stores, like those pen stores in malls these days that sell pens in all shapes, sizes, colours and textures. and these condom companies should give away incentives in the form of shoes and bags to the girls for doing excessive shopping. that ways they will do some social service by bringing girls near guys as well as improve revenues.

- no wonder villages and small towns have much better fertilisation rate. government should encourage malls in villages instead of spending millions on educational programs.

- companies publishing adult magazines for men should buy stakes in women fashion accessories companies and fund them so that men would find solace in their volumes when they won't find their girls at home

- instead of running 20 miles a day to shed their flab, guys should work for shoe stores. probability of a girl shrieking out of wonder on how beautiful the shoe looks on her feet and getting impressed by your shoe selection skills and hugging you would be much more than her hugging you after getting impressed by your hard earned results after you worked your ass off on that regime

some people just aren't made for it

there is nothing interesting about, soha ali khan's presumably glamourous, sexy maxim shoot.

there is nothing remotely complimentary sexuality about it. and it has nothing to do with my prejudiced opinion against her.

the good morning

it is amazing how kids can fix your mood, and make sure you feel good for sometime after talking to them. the new tenants has a little kid and folks are enjoying it too. her antics keep them entertained. this morning the little one met me on the main door:-

me: good morning mere bache
little one: goooood mning

me: kaise ho aap?
little one: acha huuun

me: aaj aap school nahi gaye?
little one: aaj chutti hai. bahut saari chutti hain

in the meanwhile the dairyman came and the kid screamed out loud... "papa dood waade uncle aa gade hain" :D. i couldn't help laughing a little and waved the kid goodbye.


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was trying to find out some good wallpapers of salma hayek. second best thing in the world after carey. probably better. i don't put wallpapers on, it delays the loading of desktop. although the number of files on my desktop make sure that i don't feel the pinch of not having the wallpaper ;)
anyways coming back to sexilicious salma - couldn't find anything that did justice to her absolutely stunning curves.

the post tagged boredom

the office is not fun these days. again and again nature rings the bell in my head. i wonder when would i finally chuck it all? but maybe it is just boredom. i am not enjoying reading or writing [translates as blogging]. i don't feel like watching porn. i won't say i feel averse to talk but i don't have much to talk about either. i don't feel like complimenting people.

complimenting brings beauty to my mind. probably i am missing beauty. i probably need to be in the himalayas. within some breathtaking views. probably around less crowd. or as an instant pill, i need to go sit at some swanky mall and check out the females there but the idea do not excite me at all. i just hope i am not into for some major disillusionment.

a small story

the boobs
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sushmita - i love you hon :)
me - :D
sushmita - marry me :)
me - i will baby but you don't have boobs :D
sushmita - ok then i will have silicon implanted, then you can marry me :)
me - now don't be such a meanie dear, do you want me to be guilty-conscious all my life thinking i married you because of your boobs :D
~~~


ps. did you notice the smilies? :D

where are you?

a trip to pitampura shook my faith in the crowd of noida which i was considering to be getting better. noida isn't like gk or khan market where you would see [nearly] all females chic and sexy but then not all places are gk. so since a year or so i was coming to think [looking at crowds in some posh malls] that girls in noida are getting hotter. but a drive to pitampura on folks' insistence came as a slap on the face of my standards which clearly stated that i got to review my tastes in retrospection.

it has been 3 years

i just checked out my own profile on blogger and it told me that i am here since october 2004. and this being my 33rd post, it seems i am making just 10 posts a year. but averages apart, i wonder how long have the people been here?

and i wonder what is it with people not allowing anonymous comments on their blogs. i mean it is different from what it used to be earlier. cmon people, you are in public space now.

extra fluoridated

for me brushing the teeth is not about fingering your tooth's ass so much that the germs get sick of the pestering and probably ultimately decide to leave but it is feeling the burning tingle that that extra-fluoridated toothpaste leaves in the mouth later, probably at the cost of a bit of your heart.

what a coincidence

i think the goddess of coincidence is not really goddess [or female form]. it is actually male and it is not really fond of bloggers whose nick start with letter 'b'. so as it happened, for a lot of years i didn't have any girlfriends, or even girls for that matter, around. what a coincidence, i thought - virginity coupled with boys college [and thereafter workspace] mixed with elongated work hours. even hookers weren't obliging enough to offer any student discounts. and now when there are hot high-heeled hookers doubling up as models, females in virtually unbuttoned allen solly tight executive shirts with boobs oozing out vying for attention all around, i am married [with pledge for honesty for first 2 years]. i hope this coincidence doesn't last too long.

detached is

detached is you making love but not loving her; detached is you praying but lacking faith; detached is air but no oxygen; detached is driving but not going; detached is not missing you all the time

gyan and coincidence

i owe you somehow sounds similar to i love you and come to think of it, it is true too. it is not just what you can take or what you want. it is what you can give.

~ some gyan by someone. boring, eh?



coincidence is an anti-thesis to the brain, or maybe the catalyst.

someone visits your blog, writes a comment. some other commentator had a different view of the post and argues the previous comment. the previous commentator {surprisingly - for herself} gets ruffled and shoots back. after a couple of weeks and your intervention the two fighting commentators discover that they are husband and wife and leading a virtually altercation-free real life.

today's updates

time for updates

1. i am bored [repeat thrice per second]
2. i was trying to answer the question "where you belong?". i don't know the answer... [although my first reply was "to the city of babes, it's just that they are ignorant of the fact :D"]
3. there was one funny news and one shocking picture in TOI today. funny one being a tusker eloping with a babe of his kinds and shocking one being the pic of janet jackson's single boob show at super bowl [i mean yea, i admit i write all this crap in public domain where kids might come and read and try to check it out but for sakes look at the chances of kids looking at delhi times', a soft-porn supplement to a national daily, page versus my this blog].
4. i wonder when will the winters arrive. i need to check out all the historical spots around delhi.
5. it has been 3 quarters of an hour since i have come to office and all i have done is just blog-hopping. i better check out my mail box now before my boss sends me job searching...

food or energy?

i am no fan of UPA coalition, that too for no apparent reason but i anyways am in favour of the nuclear deal. i mean i don't want india to be part of the sissy foundation but till russia becomes the superpower again, we have to get into some kind of fraternity. and going by the looks of it, g w bush led self-destructible group is the most favorable one now.

so the other day i was listening to the statements of this half-dead leader of left who was saying people of india need food and not atom bomb (btw, bombs are not the only implementation of the nuclear energy - electricity is too). politically very correct statement, i would say. but would anyone like to ask that idiot that if all the bangladeshis who are infiltrating the country, under his party's aegis, are shitting the overground water unusable then you need to use the underground water for irrigation which needs some kind of electricity to be pumped out. and no irrigation means no grain and so on and so forth.

but (sadly for the country) i guess these are just political games. left leaders would run faster than saurav dada does for his hundredth run at the lords to sign it if they are promised (highly lucrative) cabinet seats (such as home ministry and infrastructure) in lieu of signing the deal.

what's with these females on orkut?

i don't understand those females on orkut who write in their about me sections or where ever on their profile that people should not be scrapping them or sometimes even view their profile. i mean can you be that dumb? although i totally understand their frustration against those despots who get their office net for their stalking activities but c'mon girls, it is like you flashing boobs in a mosh pit and expecting geeks to not crack their lenses the moment you do.

the introductory post

no matter how much time i would take or would have taken, those who know me or my last blog(s) would know about that anaconda that keeps writhing about in the basement and won't let me not write even after i close the blog - in honour of - which i funnily started for the reason i start this one.

so this is another such crapjoints where i would attempt to write something that i ain't thinking about. and better still you would read it if you have to. so better get on to reading some interesting post instead of this useless introductory post people.