Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Where I cater to the common denominator... meaning YOU.


Hurricane Sandy has taken Gizmodo and most of the Gawker network down. Bereft of my daily post lunch ritual of scrolling through Lifehacker (if ever there was a life that needed hacking it is mine) and Giz, I decided to pay a little attention to my own small neglected corner of the web.

I often imagine what would happen if prospective employers read my blog before the interview. Would it garner a favorable response (you’re on your way to the top of this insane asylum, my son), or would my racism and perversion turn them off? ‘Let’s just try it once and see how you like it’, I’ll plead. 'I’ve got a lot of love to give this organization; I've done it before and people have enjoyed it. let me just squeeze the tip in…'

What were we talking about?

Well, it’s not really a problem, as no one reads my blog anyway. I've therefore decided to make this blog a lot more adult oriented, and eliminate that veneer of social acceptability that I've hitherto tried to incorporate in my posts to cater to a discerning audience. The lack of an audience, discerning or otherwise has made this now redundant. Family, friends and other prudes, please avert your eyes; I shall now sell my soul for the seamy popularity that sex brings to any publication and cater to the prurient interests of the base masses.

…lonely crickets chirp…

Hm, the problem with above bravado is that the intent is clear, but the method is lacking. How DOES one emulate the sexy formula that sells copies of Playboy, X Men comics or every single popular British daily newspaper?  ‘It’s Obvious’, you might yell, dear reader. ‘Just increase the boobage ratio of your blog and people will come flocking, just like they do to that guy who built a better mouse trap. Pocket mice or real mice, the principle is the same; the cheese is the boob.’

Well, dear reader, we all know about cheeseboob, but how do I smear it on my blog? I keep trying to cull pictures from the interwebs, but get… distracted… every time.  I was then inspired by the Kate Middleton photographs, and slotted in my telephoto lens, attached my tripod, and started peering into the neighbouring apartments from behind my curtains. The problem is, the quality of the average Ghaziabad high rise dwelling lady falls more into the ‘BURN IT WITH FIRE’ rather than the ‘So hot I assploded all over my tripod’ category.

Assploding is going to be a regular theme in this blog now.

So you see, it’s not that easy catering to the common denominator. Just like in real life, where rather than causing girls to fall over in a frenzy and start spontaneously humping the sidewalk, wearing skinny jeans just forces me to walk with my leas at 60 degree angles to each other and end the day in hospital, trying to get sexy up in this blog may just have a counter-intuitive effect.

And also forces me to write long convoluted sentences.

So, I’m just gonna throw my door open to suggestions and volunteers. Especially volunteers. If you’re a girl and want to support this blog, just email me those tittay pics. Or ass. Armpit? Chin? Whatever; just send them to mdtl@outlook.com. Once I’m done with them (and it may take a while so be patient), you’ll get prime position on my sidebar. And the satisfaction of having done a good deed. And the knowledge that I’m gonna have to drink a LOT of Gatorade to replenish my fluids. 

Remember, the more pictures you send, the more likely I’ll perish of dehydration. It’ll be a win-win, for at least I’ll die happy.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Car Pool

Oh, I just crack myself up.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Baby got Back

I know, right? WTH was he doing for a year? Sleeping? A coma? Perhaps he decided to unplug himself from the interwebs.

Well, conjecture no more. It's time to share a deep darke secret about myself; a secret which will explaim the tragic story of my year long hiatus; a sordid secret which will shake the foundations of your reality. No, it's not that I dress as a obsessive compulsive superhero every full moon and solve crimes involving geriatric penguins. It's just this - I'm Lazy. Note the capital L.

This is not simple lethargy folks. I have elevated ennui to an art form. Much like the Mona Lisa, my lazyness looks out at the world with an enigmatic smile.

And now that's cleard up, lets move on. I have resolved to start posting again, though, of course, my words are not worth the the htm that renders them. I got a few queries about when I'm going to start posting again. . . got a few ideas percolating. Lets see how long I can keep it up.

I've been getting quite a few views on some posts; unfortunately these are on those post which are most derivative (containing plaigarised content, in other words). Depression Dog's V day and Baww seem to be up there. Also, MDTL seems to have been discovered by spammers. If I were to take them up on their offers, I'd be sitting in a casino, wearing jewellery, sporting a massive errection with my herpes all cleared up.

By far the most hilarious of these are, and I quote,

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I can just imagine the poor bloke, battered, bruised and chained to the table, forced to spam a neverending procession of no-account blogs. That just moves me to tears that does.

I've also been making a few tweaks to the layout and colours of the page; hope you like them. Colours tend to look much more vivid on my glossy RGBLED than others, so I apologise in advance if everything looks washed out on your screens.

Wow! So that's like two posts in as many days. Maybe I AM turning over a new leaf. Eh. . . or maybe not. See you in a year folks!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Greetings with a Smile

MDTL is proud to present our very first guest blogger, DarkeRose. Here is her first post -
Say not the struggle nought availeth,
  the labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faint not, nor faileth,
  And as things have been, things remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
  It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
  And, but for you possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
  Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making
  Came, silent flooding in the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
  When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly
  But westward look, the land is bright.
                                   ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.


Greeting the morning with a smile.
We used to have a cheap blue alarm clock which we acquired early in our marriage after we realised that our body clocks were just not doing their job after a late night of partying. It served us well through the years. Only now and then would we fail to wake up to its dulcet tones. On those days I and my better half (worse half on those days) would miraculously find ourselves on our feet with staring eyes and hair on end screaming at each other for not hearing the alarm. Then there would be a mad rush for the loo, sometimes in the wrong direction. While doing the job and going through Femina's tips on how to greet the morning with a smile, I would be interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door and a voice asking frantically where the sugar was for the tea he was making. Grumblingly I'd crack the door sarcastically asking if this was a hotel or what that he didn’t know where things were kept. Then I would give directions that the sugar was in the cupboard whose keys were in the other cupboard whose keys were in the--------. This exercise was a painfully failing attempt on my behalf to curb the pilfering activities of my maid servant, who invariably when I lost them would hand them to me with a smirk. Hence the continuous change of hiding places. Finally after the keys were found, he would make his way to the kitchen, but not before passing snide remarks on senility and Alzheimers. I would go back to what I was doing hastily. No time to peruse through that article now!

Nowadays we wake up to the ring of a brand new alarm clock, which has come all the way from Disney land, Paris and was presented to us by our son. Its ring in the morning is enough to wake up the dead. Its ring is also a cue for me to cower under the bedclothes as I see my sleeping partner flail his arms searching for the clock and bringing crashing down all the doodahs with the vase of flowers I had placed on the headboard following another mags advice on how to spice up your bedroom life. In the ensuing silence I'm asked, ’Where did you say the old blue clock was?' I mumble something about senility and Alzheimer’s and turn over.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Freaky..

Check this out... funny stuff.

The 27 Most Hilarious Album Covers Of All Time

Sunday, August 03, 2008

My life is a Comic - pt 1

When I was really young, I remember reading a lot of Archies. The were more accessible than superhero comics and much more entertaining than the Chacha Chaudharys and suchlike. On occasion, as I would be zipping through a double digest, my dad would take it and start reading aloud. 'Oh Veronica, you look lovely. SMOOCH! SMOOCH!'. My dad would quite enjoy himself, and exert himself to the maximum to get the full range of sound effects involved whenever Archie went near some girl. He would then look at me in mock surprise and say - This comic is FULL of kissing. Is that why you like it?, and grin.    
 

Blushing furiously, I would snatch the offending digest out of his hand and tell him that I was just reading it for Jughead (the inveterate girl hater). And it was true because I was at the age when the opposite sex was the enemy, and all contact was to be avoided. Even though I was strangely attracted, externally I presented a strong front, exhorting my friends to resist their lubricious feminine wiles. Of course, with age comes wisdom, and I soon realised that I was no match for them. But that's another story...

I still read Archies, but only when I go home and can get them from the library. They're light enough that I can eat, surf the net, watch TV and read them at the same time. Of course, there were a few superhero comics available then, with Phantom, Tarzan, Mandrake and Flash Gordon leading the front. Many were the happy hours I spent pretending to study, with a Flash comic hidden in my Social Studies textbook. Unfortunately though, I tended to get lost in that world of fantasy, at which point soft 'PEW PEW PEW' sounds would emanate from my throat, as I battled the hordes of Ming the Merciless. At this point my mom would storm in, confiscate my comic and leave me with  sore ear, which, let me tell you, was worse than any torture Ming could inflict.        
 
 Another comic, or should I say graphic novel, that I was very fond of was the Asterisk and Obelisk series. Goscinny and Uderzo crafted masterpiece after masterpiece with their wry french humour and witty stereotypes. I could read their comics time and time again and still do. Of course Uderzo continued the series after Goscinny died, with mixed success.

And of course, in the same format was Herge's Tintin with it's high adventure and the comedic timing of Haddock and Thomson and Thompson. To be precise. These can often have me laughing out loud, which is my criteria for a good book.       
Over the years, I've encountered many different comics, and being in a place where easy access to good comics was never easy, the ones I have run across are a motley and varied selection. Ranging from the indigenous Tinkle to Bone and The Blue Devil and Swamp Thing, all comics were grist to my mill.

The earliest comics I remember were the Walt Disney ones starring Mickey, Donald, The Beagle Boys and so on. Most of them involved Hewie, Dewie and Louie thwarting some inventive plan of the Beagle Boys to get their hands on Scrooge McDuck's cash.

In Delhi in the fourth grade He-Man mini booklets were the latest craze. They used to come in plastic pouches, four to the sheet, and I collected them avidly. It was an expression of my interest in science fiction and fantasy, and besides, Teela and The Sorceress  interested me strangely. 
  
 To be continued....

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

XKCD.COM

Witty and poignant. Check out xkcd. A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language.

 
  
  

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

The Real World.

Whoever told you that a long vacation refreshes, relaxes and get's you ready for work is a dirty stinking liar. After being pampered, fed and generally coddled for two and a half weeks at home, returning to work is like emerging for a warm, cushioned womb into a dismal dystopian reality. Not that its not warm here.. oh no! Delhi's burning heat of June may be over, but the weather here has unleashed a new weapon in it's arsenal - humidity. The air is so sodden, so damp, that goldfish would probably find it salubrious. Any small exertion and you're pouring out streams of sweat and gasping with your mouth; much like afore-mentioned goldfish. Contrast that with my home in Coimbatore where an air conditioner is never required.


Add to this the tedium of office. My cubicle, which was chosen carefully for its solitude and distance from everyone, has been filled to the brim by sincere hard working drones. The person next to me, so awed by his manager, reads out lines of code to himself in a semi-panicked mutter which does much to drive away all my peace of mind.

And of course, in Delhi I am at the whims and fancies of outdoor food. Whereas at home, I am secure in the knowledge that all I have to do is turn up at the dining table at prescribed intervals and be fed; in Delhi every meal takes at least 15 minutes of keen descisions. Do I eat or skip? Do I subject my stomach to the tortures of the cafeteria, or do I venture out in the broiling sun to eat at a resteraunt? Will a bowl of musceli stave the ravening pangs of hunger or should I go whole hog on that cheese burst pizza and pay for my indulgence with guilt ridden sleepless nights? Decisions, decisions...

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Thursday, April 03, 2008

The Cliffs of Insanity

Well here is just a little sample of what goes on on a typical day in IRCLand. Warning - the conversation below may contain excessive vulgarity, obscene perversions and even references to George Bush. In fact, dont read it. especially if you work with me or are related. Or if you know me even.

I'm CENSORING the rest of this! ..
[r34en]little britain.. what's that all about
[evil-inc]Something about being the only gay in the village
[evil-inc]I figured you'd be able to relate to it.
* Evil-Inc chuckles
[r34en]no I cant :/
[r34en]there are lots of gays in norwich
[evil-inc]lol
[evil-inc]I'll tell you what I don't get
[evil-inc]The Kumars At Number 42.
[evil-inc]What the hell is that all about?
[r34en]eh dont ask me
[evil-inc]I thought you'd know. Being Indian and all.
[r34en]second gen desis are all a bit crazy imo
[r34en]at least it's not big brother
[evil-inc]lol
[evil-inc]I've never seen that crap.
[evil-inc]Although I did watch the clips with Shilpa Shetty.
[evil-inc]That was funny.
[r34en]I watched it about 4 years back
* spyoct77 has joined #brighton
* ChanServ sets mode: +o spyoct77
[r34en]when I had come here for the first time
[r34en]fascinated what people would watch
[r34en]and what rat crazy people got in that house
[evil-inc]lol
[r34en]Shetty even
[r34en]'I am the Angelina Jolie of Bollywood'
[evil-inc]haha
[rachel]shit, i just knocked the speaker off the desk and now it sounds like its inside a plastic bag
[rachel]and it hit the lamp transformer and now that wont turn on
[evil-inc]What were you doing?
[rachel]THIS PLACE IS A MESS
* Evil-Inc looks at Rachel suspiciously.
[r34en]though I have to say she is hot.. as long as she puts a bag over her head and a ball gag in her mouth
[evil-inc]Seems as though you saw a penis.
[evil-inc]lol Viren.
[r34en]pls to keep a safe distance from electronics while wanking
[evil-inc]heh
[r34en]Rachel.. stop it!
[r34en]enough damage for one day
[evil-inc]lol
[r34en]I once broke a chair wanking
[r34en]once = yesterday :/
[r34en]nearly took out the table too
[evil-inc]wow. Now thats one story I don't want to hear.
* Rachel changes topic to 'welcome to #Brighton http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2EThpC-I4M&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kv8fLUuwo3M 2(120202:124602:124202) [01@Rachel] i am always curious to see penises. [@r34en] I once broke a chair wanking'
[r34en]wtf
[spyoct77]really rachel?:)
[r34en]TANKS
[evil-inc]Tanks!? WHERE?
[r34en]eh thanks even
[r34en]you think shes away wanking... and she's just waiting to topic you :/
[evil-inc]She's sneaky like that
[r34en]FALSE PRETENCES -_-
[spyoct77]i never knew rachel was so curious:)
[r34en]not in your's spyoct77
[r34en]er
[spyoct77]in whos?:)
[spyoct77]you broke a chair?
[r34en]er
[r34en]no
[spyoct77]hehehe
[r34en]what gave you that idea
[spyoct77]its written in the topic
* r34en edges towards the door
[r34en]oh rachel lies
[evil-inc]He nearly took the table down as well
[spyoct77]must be in the guinness book of records
[r34en]i'm not in the mood for this shit.. esp after sitting on this fucking hard chair off the dining table
[evil-inc]Your moms in the guinnes book of records.
[evil-inc](Sorry, I couldn't resist)
[r34en]hah
[spyoct77]i never mentioned family members
[evil-inc]I know. I did.
[spyoct77]not nice
[r34en]yes Evil-Inc.. why you mention the family members?
[evil-inc]I'll make sure I punish myself
[spyoct77]:(
[r34en]you a bad lil boy
[r34en]spyoct77.. where are you from?
[r34en]WHO are you?
[spyoct77]island of malta -europe
[evil-inc]or..what are you?
[evil-inc]Oh I know Malta.
[r34en]oh I'll stop fishing... are you female, hot, and willing to shag me?
[r34en]or any two of those?
[evil-inc]lol
[evil-inc]Hot and willing to shag him will do
[evil-inc]You don't have to be female.
[r34en]yeah Awais knows ALL about that
[spyoct77]oh im not saying what i am:)
[r34en]what species even?
[evil-inc]I know nothing.
[evil-inc]I'm only going by what you're saying.
[r34en]I'm coming there soon... get lubed up and ready
[evil-inc]lol
[spyoct77]where r u lot from?:)
[evil-inc]Pakistan.
[r34en]India
[spyoct77]thought u were american
[r34en]He is
[r34en]I'm more Russian
[evil-inc]On the Inside.
[evil-inc]lol Viren
[spyoct77]what languages do u speak?
[r34en]um.. not english obviously
[spyoct77]hehe
[r34en]I speak Indian
[evil-inc]I speak Pakistani
[spyoct77]i can speak english italian french maltese
[r34en]ah a linguist
[spyoct77]cant speak ur languages:)
[r34en]for shame
[r34en]soon the whole world will be speaking Indian or Pakistani
[r34en]we guys are breeding like crazy tryong to make it happen soon
[r34en]o/i
[spyoct77]first world language is english , then french/spanish , italian
[r34en]chinese imo
[r34en]or rather mandarin
[spyoct77]chinese maybe
[evil-inc]Yeah, plus we're sending people all over the world. To cross breed.
[evil-inc]Soon, we'll take over the world.
[r34en]yeah.. any news from our embassy in Malta?
[spyoct77]no trouble over here :)
[r34en]oh.. there'll be trouble in a couple of months, trust me
[spyoct77]foreigners r all welcome
[evil-inc]You'll soon regret saying that.
[spyoct77]u mean cause of religions?
[r34en]foreigners? who's a foreigner?
[r34en]are YOU a foreigner Evil?
[evil-inc]Everyones a foreigner to someone.
[spyoct77]lol
[r34en]got that off a fortune cookie?
[r34en]ask for your money back
[evil-inc]It was free.
[spyoct77]so in ur country u had richard gere and that model on the news?
[r34en]which model?
[evil-inc]Not in my country.
[r34en]the hamster?
[evil-inc]Gere is scared to come here.
[spyoct77]i forgot her name
[spyoct77]he kissed her on stage
[evil-inc]Shilpa Shetty?
[spyoct77]yeah thats her
[r34en]no he means the gerbil
[r34en]it was an Indian gerbil
[spyoct77]she took part on big brother
[evil-inc]I'd kiss a gerbil on the stage.
[evil-inc]Oh.
[evil-inc]Not an Indian gerbil!
[r34en]heh
[r34en]i think his relationship with it went more than kissing
[spyoct77]indian girls r nice
[spyoct77]heheh
[r34en]no they're not
[r34en]they dont shave
[spyoct77]really?
[r34en][down]O_O
[evil-inc]The cute ones do.
[spyoct77]neither legs?
[r34en]er
[r34en]yes
[r34en]legs
[spyoct77]well at least they do that:)
[r34en]when I want to see how I'd look with a beard, I just get the nearest girl to stand upside down in front of the mirror, and put my chin between her legs
[evil-inc]LOL
[spyoct77]lol
[spyoct77]why dont they shave there?
[r34en]its a religious thing
[spyoct77]ic
[spyoct77]well who would know if they did
[r34en]when it grows long enough, they make it into pigtails and dye it orange to honour the great saint Rajnikant
[spyoct77]lol
[r34en]spyoct77.. why did you laugh?
[spyoct77]i never heard of such things
[r34en]are you making fun of my religion?
[spyoct77]no
[spyoct77]but they dye it orange
[evil-inc]rofl
[r34en]it seems you are
[r34en]yes
[spyoct77]pigtails?
[r34en]YES
[r34en]plus they make great handles
[evil-inc]haha
[spyoct77]r u serious?:)
[spyoct77]lol
[r34en]do you have an issue with that?
[r34en]again with the laughter
[spyoct77]never read about these things ur saying:)
[spyoct77]whats ur religion?
[r34en]well we dont write about pigtails OBVIOUSLY
[r34en]I'm Indian
[evil-inc]ROFL
[spyoct77]not nationality
[r34en]my religion is Indian.. I speak Indian.. thats what I am and that's what I do
[evil-inc]His religion is Sachin Tendulkarism
[spyoct77]ah ok
[spyoct77]im catholic
[r34en]oh
[evil-inc]I hear catholic chicks put out.
[evil-inc]Is that true?
[r34en]in my country we're scared of catholics
[spyoct77]nah not true
[evil-inc]lol r34en
[r34en]we are scared they'll steal our shadows
[spyoct77]we have all religions in my country
[spyoct77]we are friendly with all:)
[r34en]is it true you can kill people and suck their souls by throwing water at them?
[spyoct77]us?
[r34en]yes
[spyoct77]no
[r34en]atholics
[r34en]+c
[spyoct77]its false
[evil-inc]ROFLMAO
[r34en]no?
[r34en]are you sure
[spyoct77]positive
[r34en]or are you not allowed to tell these secrets to non catholics?
[luis]viren, im catholic, and my spatula still [3s]He's just learning about her religion
[luis]haha
[r34en]his
[r34en]his imo
[r34en]luis.. but you are different
[spyoct77]catholics dont harm other religions
[luis]:D
[rachel]the only women in this channel are me and bonnie (then erika, susan and katherine when she comes in)
[r34en]I yearn for your catholic ass
[evil-inc]lol
[rachel]oh gawd.
[luis]w00t!
[r34en]man we should bash.org that whole conv
[rachel]man love.
[spyoct77]what religion r u Rachel?
[r34en]shes a nympho
[evil-inc]She's a mormon
[rachel]i am a buddhist paul.
[rachel]when i am not also a nympho and a moron, apparently.
[r34en]same thing
[spyoct77]decide:)
[luis]lol
[spyoct77]mormons can marry more than one woman
[rachel]oh and i misread that too.
[rachel]anyway
[r34en]thats it I'm converting
[evil-inc]Oh
[spyoct77]mormoms started off after american civil war , many women were left without husbans so one man would have to satisfy a whole lot
[r34en]In India if a woman looks at a man who's not her husband, her pigtails are tied togetherr
[r34en]-r
[spyoct77]who ties them,?
[r34en]the village elders
[spyoct77]ic
[spyoct77]do they practice circumcision there too?
[r34en]and she can only be free if she can get the family goat to eat them off
[r34en]er
[r34en]sorry
[r34en]went off on a tangent there
[r34en]circumcision is Evil's thing
[evil-inc]LOL
[spyoct77]so many religions and many traditions
[spyoct77]in malta we r mostly catholic
[spyoct77]@__@
[r34en]oh okay
[r34en]so are you married?
[tingteg]yes
[r34en]you are kept, teg
[spyoct77]not married yet
[spyoct77]you?
[evil-inc]rofl viren
[r34en]I'm married to my religion
[tingteg]kept WELL
[tingteg]mind you
[evil-inc]O RLY?
[evil-inc]When was the last time you got some?
[r34en]we are not allwed to marry
[tingteg]RLY
[r34en]nor masturbate
[spyoct77]u cant drink alcohol?
[r34en]no we can drink lots of alcohol
[r34en]how do you think we keep from wanking like crazed mountain goats?
[spyoct77]God Bless u all
[r34en]oh
[spyoct77]:)
[r34en]you leaving :/
[tingteg]god would have to bless me a lot to make up for my heathenism
[r34en]I wanted to ask how you cast out deamons wiht your cross
[r34en]coz I wanted teg out of this channel
* tingteg has left #brighton

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Dinner and drinks - Scotland Day 2 part 2

7.30 pm: Where the weary travellers finally arrive.
We reached the Bayfield Backpackers at around a quarter to eight, and were shown to our rooms by the friendly owner. The hostel was quite decent, and was full of Chinese, surprisingly. He recommended a restaurant nearby for dinner, where we proceeded and made a booking for later.

Portree is a tiny little town, with nothing much going for it, except a gale force wind which nearly lifted us off our feet. The wind blew straight in from the sea bringing with it a smattering of rain with each gust. Since we had about an hour to kill, we made our way in to the nearest pub with a pool table, where Gupta proceeded to comprehensively wipe the floor first with Kumar, and then with the locals. Meanwhile I and George enjoyed a smooth drink of Tallisker whiskey (the only whiskey produced on the island itself – at the Tallisker distillery) on rocks.


9.00 pm : Dinner and drinks.
We then headed to the restaurant, which was rather posh with a steep menu. The ambiance however, quite made up for the prices, and the food was delightful. I had the beefsteak with pepper sauce accompanied with haggis on the side with mountains of steamed vegetables. A red wine was ordered which quite complimented the food, and amidst happy chatter, we dug into the food.

Full and sated, and mildly intoxicated with the whisky and wine, we made our way back to the hostel, and into the common room, which was quite deserted at that time of night. The Bacardi and Morgan’s Spiced we brought out, and we rummaged through a stack of board games to play.


10.30 pm : A Trivial Pursuit indeed.
We finally settled on Trivial Pursuit, a game that none of us had played before, and consequently had to interpret the rules as best as we could, which in our inebriated state, led to quite a surreal game. We shuffled the deck of cards meant for adults, and started off.

I mean started off figuratively, as 15 minutes later we were all still in the exact same starting questions, scratching our heads over questions like 'Who won the 1980 Women’s Ping Pong championships in Bournemouth', or 'What significance does the phrase 'want bitty' mean to Harvey from Little Britain?'. Apparently, British trivia was much too complicated for our feeble brains, so we switched to the children’s pack of cards.

At the Children’s level, the advantage of still being in my first childhood became quickly apparent, as I started fielding question left and right such as –

Q. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
A. He would chuck, he would, as much as he could, if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Also Acceptable - It might depend on how many female woodchucks were present. Or, it could depend on whether the woodchuck's mother-in-law was around or not. If she was, he'd be chucking all day. If not, he'd be watching the football game.

Q. What colour were the Little Mermaid's knickers
A. Trick question! She never wore any.

We all were soon moving our counters round the board, except George, who had the bad luck of being stuck with some real mind-bending stumpers; including 'Complete the name of this famous fashion house- Ralph ____?', 'Would you find an orang-u-tan in a) A Forest b)The Kitchen or c) Your girlfriends pants' (though even I had to admit that there was no SINGLE correct answer here), and 'Spell your name backwards'.

11.30 pm: Ruin and Destitution.
Well, my prodigious brainpower ensured I won the game, followed by Kuruvilla as a close second, leaving George at the end to mutter and curse gnaw at the board. He soon had his revenge however, as we moved on to monopoly next where my generous and giving nature soon left me bankrupt, and I was forced to steal money from Kumar by distracting him by pretending nude Scots girls were frolicking outside the window behind us.

12.15 am: Nightime Chills.
By that time we had pretty much demolished most of the alcohol we had brought in, and when I had to bring my face about 5 centimetres from the notes to read their denomination, I decided it was time to give up and turn in. The only problem was, when we reached our room it was freezing cold; colder than a witch's tits; to be colourful about it. Apparently, the lodge keeper had forgotten to turn up the heating in our room, as Kuruvilla, who was sleeping in a different dorm reported back that it was all toasty warm over there. After trying the 'panic' button on the counter several times with no luck, we resigned ourselves to dying from hypothermia that night.

12.45 am: A Romantic interlude thwarted.
Gupta and I immediately took the opportunity to announce that we would share the same bunk in the interest of 'sharing body heat', but that proposal was squashed immediately by the other homophobic prudes in our party. And that is INSPITE of the fact that we insisted we would be sharing ONLY body heat and nothing else. Apparently, getting frostbitten privates is infinitely preferable to doing anything vaguely 'gay'.

1.15 am: Dream Time.
Well, that was the end of the of a must enjoyable day 2, and I slowly dropped off into insensibility, with only my nose peeking out of the bedclothes.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Laughter Therapy

Omanomanoman. I'm hyperventilating here. This may be a bit of a cheat, but watch these. Totally worth it. And if you cannot watch them, INSTALL FIREFOX >:(










Thursday, February 14, 2008

My Bloody Valentine

To all you sad fucks in the same boat as I am -


Saturday, January 26, 2008

5 perspectives (or) 'Trippin in da land of Scots

Imagine, floating in space, nothing in front of you for miles but the stars making pinpoints of light in the vast blackness of space. You blink and then realise that a small crescent of the twinkling night is eaten away by a semicircle of pure blackness. Cue the crescendo of orchestral music, as you realise that the blackness is actually a ginormous disk resting on the back of a giant space turtle.

As the turtle does a lazy roll in space, the upper side of the disk suddenly becomes visible, and is completely different from the underside. For one thing it has its own miniature sun and moon, both revolving merrily around the disk. As the disk moves closer, your perspective zooms in, so what was a mass of greens, blues and browns resolve themselves into oceans and continents. Closer still and we see a small island, unique in that all around it the sun is shining brilliantly, while on it, there seems to be a blanket of dark clouds, looking so impenetrable that they give the appearance of being there for millennia, and having no intention of going away in a hurry.

As you pass through the clouds, a network of roads on the island becomes visible, and you happen to notice one particular car hurtling northwards in fits and swerves, as though the driver and the navigator are arguing on the correct way to hold the steering wheel, and are almost coming to blows about it. This car interests you strangely, and you allow yourself to fall towards it. It's quite serene floating through the atmosphere, till you realise you can't stop and hit the roof of the car with a 'Thump!''








Perspective 1 Kuruvilla :
Wha!' says I, as I awake to the weirdest scene. In the front, Kumar and Gupta have their hands at each other's throats, while the steering wheel drifts slowly to and fro. At the back on either side of me, Joky and George are covering near the door huddled with their heads tucked below their arms. 'Did I ever have the weirdest dream' said I. 'Was it about the national tai-kwon-do championships?' replied Joky as he turned towards me revealing a bloody nose, 'Coz you were flailing your arms around like Jackie Chan on hallucogenics!’ And thus Day 1 dawns, with us sitting in bitter silence as the rain pours down like a Labrador’s tears.


[Gorgeous Greens]



Day 1 – 22’nd Dec

Okay so I exaggerate. dere was no dream sequence, no bloody nose, and dere absolutely no giant Space turtles. Or at least dat's what da CIA want you to think. hehehehe. We stopped off at a pit stop near da lake district for a quick breakfast, after which Joky gave up the wheel to Manish while Dheeraj took on the navigator's role. As we entered into Scotland, miraculously da sky began to clear to become the most brilliant blue. We soon entered A701 which was a marvelously scenic strip of road. I cradled my baby; my D40x in my lap and crooned to it a lullaby of all the pix we would take together.








[The Road Ahead]



Perspective 2 Kumar :
’Dudeee!’ I exclaimed as I was on the road with the steering wheel gripped firmly, ‘this is cool.’ I could just about make out the road blurring past though the drug haze, but the car almost steered itself and the wheels lifted off the asphalt and we flew into the rainbow.


[Stone Wall]

[Sheepish Love]



We were just driving past this meadow, when I fell in love. The most beautiful creatures dotted the hills, white and fluffy, as though god had broken off pieces of clouds and scattered them on earth. Well I had to see these beautiful creatures up close, so we pulled up and walked to the meadow. As I raced to embrace the sheep, to my dismay they turned as one and trotted quickly away. What ever could the Scots have done to sheep to make them so wary of humans? I wonder….




Perspective 3 : George
As we passed sign after sign marked Edinburgh, I could only come to one conclusion - We were heading to Edinburgh! I knew we were supposed to head to Wales, but I much preffered Scotland, so decided to keep mum. I sniggered quietly to myself, and resolved not to look too smug when they finally discovered we were headed completely in the wrong direction!










Perspective 4: Joky

As the only sane member of the party, I tried to keep my wits about me. We soon entered Edinburgh, and thanks to my sterling and flawless backseat navigation, we were soon hopelessly and utterly lost. We had to stop and ask an assortment of people for directions, including this couple of lovely Scottish lassies with come-hither smiles.


[Heathered hills]




Unfortunately, my friends did not let me get very chummy with them and drove away just as I was use my infallible pick-up line (if you want me to share it, send me a cheque for £50). The next people we approached were this elderly couple; the lady tried her best, but her husband took one look at the map we had and exclaimed, ‘That’s made in England. It’s rubbish!’ Anyway after a scenic tour round the city and after being nearly rear ended by a bus, we finally reached our destination – the Harbour View self catering apartments.


[Pastoral Idyll]



Perspective 5 Gupta :

The apartments were quite nice, though at the person at the reception did ask us for extra cash due to an extra person. However, Kumar did persuade him to call his office, where after a series of humms and hawws, and a 'You'll have to explain it to Jackson', he turned to us and said, 'You're bloody lucky', as they had already put the amount through the system. We also confirmed our apartment, as we were planning to stay in the same place on our return. That amount was also put through, so I chimed in with ' Apparently we're bloody bloody lucky'. But after that he was quite helpful.


[Sunset at Edinburgh]


Kuruvilla: Oooh! I loved da apartments. Kumar did a lovely job booking them. da flat was beautiful with a wonderful view of the harbour, with a lighthouse flashing in the distance, and a cosy hall with a well equipped kitchen. We decided to dump everything and run for the castle as it was getting late. We piled in the cab, and with Joky and Gupta questioning the cabbie about Edinburgh, we hastened towards the famous Edinburgh Castle overlooking the beautiful city and harbour.



[The Entrance to the Castle]


Joky: And I saw a shop called the Greyfriars Bobby !



Kuruvilla : Er.. yes. Anywayyy, we were soon at da castle, and since Gupta had seen it twice before he absolutely refused to go in, and so he and Joky, who had also seen the castle before opted to stay out. The rest of us went into the castle and it was like a fairytale. We saw the dungeons, and the throne room all adorned with weapons on the walls. I pretended that I was the duchess of Scotland as we wandered 'round.




Kumar : The castle was a dump! I cannot believe that we paid good money to go in here. Okay, so the room with the swords was okay, but the rest was worthless! Anyways I humored Kuruvilla as she snapped loads of photos with her camera thingy.



George : Hmm. This seems to be a castle. I would comment more, but I've just gotta take this call.

Kumar : Well we exited out and rejoined the other two, and headed down to the princes avenue. We popped into a few souvenir shops on the way, where I and Gupta bought mufflers.



[Most Excellent View]

Gupta: I already had a muffler, but this one on the rack simply shouted out to me. It was the most vivid and masculine colour, and I could feel it adding to my already powerful aura as I wrapped it around my throat.


Joky : For Pete's sake; it was PINK! I mean it was a ladies muffler! An actual muffler meant for women. I gestured frantically at Gupta to take it off, but he was quite oblivious. We soon got into an argument about whether the muffler was appropriate for men or not. Did I mention it was pink?



We finally made a bet, and to prove his point, Gupta strode over to the girl at the cash counter, the muffler still around his neck.



The conversation went something like this


Gupta: Hi

Pretty girl at counter staring at his pink muffler: er..
hi.

Gupta: I would just like to confirm; this muffler is
meant for men, right?

Girl: Um no. That's actually for women.

Gupta: You mean it can be worn by women also. A unisex
kinda thing.

Girl: Nope. That's pretty much for women only.

Gupta, clutching at straws now: But it can be worn by men
too, after all its a good colour. Doesn't it look good on me?

Girl, who wants to make a sale, but not able to lie: Well
yes, but its for women.

Gupta: Well I dont understand. After all it's just like
the other mufflers in that shelf.

Girl: Thats because that's the ladies section, sir. The
men's section is over here...







Gupta: Bah! What do those peasants know about style. Anyways, after they finished laughing, Kumar felt it was time to eat. For once Joky agreed, so we went in hunt of a takeaway. Kumar and I were both rooting for Indian, so we finally found this little Indian place. As soon as we stepped in, we realised it was dead empty. Not a good sign. Anyway, we placed our order, and we were soon in a taxi on the way home.





Kuruvilla : We wuz freezin our asses off out dere, hanging round waiting for our taxi to show. This WAS Scotland in da winter after all. As soon as we reached our apartment, we rushed around putting all da heaters on. We changed, laid out all da food, and started the booze fest in honest.






Kumar: I was feeling a bit peckish by that time, so as Joky was pouring out the drinks I decided to nibble on a few snacks.


Joky: That bugger was eating everything in sight! I was pouring out the Morgans Spiced, while I saw him hiding behind the sofa inhaling the food. Mmm Morgans Spice. I love it. Well The toast was made, and we commenced to partayy!



Kuruvilla : We hit da alcohol hard! The conversation sparkled, erudite and urbane, as we devised solutions of how to eliminate world hunger, and whether Brad Pitt was the reason why Friends finally cancelled. The alcohol and wit flowed like water and I was quite impressed at the intelligence of the people around me.


Joky : ... And I was like - Dude.. and then she.. she wash like - Duuudee !!


Kumar : Gupta, Ish lovesh you. You play teh pool. you are teh cool. Pool is cool.


Joky : Can I stand on my head.. I can stand on my head. but not now. not now. maybe later. or may be now. No, not now. Wooah look at my hand when it come up real close to my face. Its coming, its coming.. wooah no its going back.. wait its coming again.. closer closer.. OW

George : Yes, so we're in Edinburgh today, so tomorrow we'll travel to the Isle of Skye, stay at Portree, then we head on to Inverness, and then back to Edinburgh via Aviemore.

Kuruvilla : Oh George.. you're so drunkkk.. hehehehhehehe ... hehehehehehe



(note from ed. - Did I mention Gupta is a teetotaler?)

Gupta : Look at these &*@##% asses. Drunk off their heads. What do people get out of alcohol, and then behaving like jackasses?

Kumar: G.. George, time to go out for a smoke.

Joky: What about it, Kuruvilla?

Kuruvilla : No no no.. I don’t shmoke..

Joky : O_O

Kuruvilla : Unlessh I’m really really drunk. Lets go! Heheheheehe

A few ciggies later…

Kumar : Duuuuuddee

Joky : Do you guy see these owls? huh huh? Get out of here owls. No, I do not want your encyclopedias. I can’t read your language, I can just speak it. Whoo hoo.. hoo hoo!

Kuruvilla : heheheheheh.. oh I have to puke…

George : Are you all right back there ?

Kuruvilla : No no I’m fine, lemme hav anudder drink. Er lemme puke again first.

George : ok I need to take a leak

Gupta : You all right man?

George : yeah I’m fine man perfectly fine absolutely fine.. BLLEAGGH!


Dear reader, I interrupt here to take you away from this sordid tale. Needless to say, I sobered up in a hurry after that. Fed some food to Kuruvilla and Kumar, ‘n then cleaned up the kitchen after that. All the food we had ordered from the takeaway was still on the table untouched. I just managed to stuff it in the fridge before falling dead on the bed. My last waking thoughts were – This was fun.


[Sunrise o'er the Harbour]

Ed's note: Okay, so this was a hell of long post, and only connected to reality by the thinnest of threads. But hey, thats what happens when you write while under the 'fluence. Again, I apologise to the people paraphrased here (and that too not well). The intent is to be humorous, and not be constrained by reality!And once again, apologies to Mr. Pratchett.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Death and Secks

I believe in sex and death; two things that come but once in my lifetime. But at least after death, you're not nauseous

- Woody Allen

I love that quote from Sleepers, this off the wall Woody Allen scifi comedy (and NOT because I identify with the sex part). Give it a dekko; it's full of Allen's trademark quips and zingers.


Next, for your perusal, I have this hilarious link:


A selection of some of my favourites -


That One's Boring -- Tell the Donkey-Punch Story Again!
Small child, trying a Sprite: I don't like it.

Dad: If you don't like the taste, just spit it out.

Mom: I've heard that one before.

--33rd & 7th Overheard by: Brian Flanagan

... Mom
Lady: You're making me wet... I SAID you're making me wet.

Man: Yes, I tend to have that effect on the ladies.

Lady: With your umbrella.

Man: I'm flattered, but it's not that big.

--1 train Overheard by: Sloane


You're Welcome, Grasshopper
Yuppie woman, bumping into a man: Sorry.

Man: Don't say sorry. This is New York. Nobody says sorry.

Woman: What do you want me to say? Fuck you??

Man: That's better. This is New York. Who says sorry?

Woman: Fuck you.

--Bryant Park Overheard by: Young professional's friend

Next is a bitter-sweet link. . This is an online community where people mail in their secrets on homemade cards. Some are funny, some sad; all interesting.

A selection -




Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Lights.. Camera.. Action!

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.




Closer they came, their breath quickening, hearts pounding like a couple of bongo drums beaten by belligerent natives.



'Wait!' said he, 'You're a guy!'



They beat a hasty retreat, both resolving to invest in glasses.




On second thought, no girl will have us anyway.




Enter villian. 'Take that $%@%*&@ hat off !'


The hero counterattacked. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.




The blow connected squarely, but did not wipe off his smile.




Lets take a closer look at that.



Oh man, I'm running out of inspiration... lets see.... The force of the bunch drove him five steps back, arms pinwheeling wildly, like a dutch windmilll in a hurricane.



Our hero recovers quickly.




All those years of self-gratification finally pay off as he lands a devastating right!


To add insult to injury, a quick ass fondle is thrown in.


Tired of these games, vital points are targeted, to bring the game to a quick close.


Slo-mo replay!


And to finish off, we deploy the 'Randy Goat Attack'!



But, I guess, in the end, you just cant keep a good man down. Huh.. huh.. am I right? Ladies.. ladiess?? :P



BAH!

BTW, I had forgotten to credit the photographer - Most of the pics were taken by Shazzer on her D40x. The rest are by me.