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I added a clock and a hit counter. And felt very happy on editing the html. Would have felt happier if I had coffee and cheese toast along with it. I like looking at the clock, reminds me of the time ticking away, and then it reminds of the time I`m a wasting and that I need to buy a new one. And that hit counter is total tp...I wish I could have set to a million or so to begin with :D



A conversation with my dad.
Me - Mala tasa gadyal pahije (pointing to an ad of a watch displayed outside a shop).
Dad - To photo pan kimti disto...
I never got the watch :(

Phase in, phase out...

Phasing away....
Recently a friend of mine was telling me about how he's gonna be less interfering and less inquisitive regarding his friends. Almost all of whom are quite busy married or working or shagging or soon will be. I like the way he used the term "phasing away".
It entails him forcefully dumbing down his true nature, his way of showing he cared about others, the way he stood up for his chums, or fights with them to push them harder, to be better human beings (ahem). Through trial and error and R&D perhaps but trying all the same and not giving up. He's handled more than his fair share of problems at home, work, and elsewhere, but always comes out smelling of roses and a cheery smile even if he doesn't. This is why I felt bad about friends growing apart, people who you have grown up with, had fights and icecreams together, had secrets with and from, had crushes on...phasing out sucks. Big time. Even though I like the term.
Phasing Out Phasing Out Phasing Out Phasing Out Phasing Out till ad nauseam.
I cant call up my almost best friend because she's getting hitched(congratulations). This really gets my goat. No conversations as and when we please, no more,nada, nuhuh. Like this friend of mine put it- "I'm giving up clinging to those memories,cause thats what they are,memories. Just remembering them wont make the magic come back again." And move on and etc...
A toast to the gang, A B D G S V...and other minions in the small case,who joined later,some of whom stayed on- SN, AS, SM, and others,who faded away,blown away by the winds of time,like sand in the desert (cliche hurts).
But even so, each grain of sand will remember its days of glory (hopefully), and perhaps each will have a "happily ever after" and remember their friends every once in a while and smile...I'll be there for you...stupid rembrandts. Stupid.

It wasnt you!

Isnt it just lovely to write something which accuses people in general garnished with enough circumstantial evidence so that almost all think they are in the dock? Just like a PIL. For the record, it wasnt YOU, but you all the same. *snickers*

Tagged. First time evah!

Arka tagged me! Foist time evah! Stupid cartoon accent apart, I seriously did NOT notice it until I read his comment on the last post I posted. I actually asked him when and how and where he tagged me. He told me (without any snide comments about my noobie-ness or the fact that I glossed over that glaring tag like a a a a ....blind noob what else).

I`m supposed to write the first thing that comes to mind regarding the roman alphabet. Ok, its just 26 of them. I can do this. Deep breath. 5 vowels rest consonants. M is bang in the middle. Random thoughts and memories from my 4th standard schorlarship class flicker in and out of my mind. Which i didn`t get btw. So. Hmmm. Myes.

I`m gonna take the easy way out, some might find this really funny or really really stupid.

Q - qwerty keyboard. The `Queela. Alright I made that up. Qawqaw McQaw. A friend`s nick.





W - Wankel engine. The rotary one. RX-7,8 and possibly 9 too. W12 in the Bentley and more recently in the VW Golf.



E - E = mc². \m/ 200 IQ scientist. I`m not letting this degenerate into a nerdy thing. Wait. N for nerd!! Jaguar E type...


R - Racing. Any kind. Type "R" says it all. Russell Peters.

T - The. The word "the". Tyson. Mike. Holyfield`s chewed off ear. Also the person in the pic.



Y - Yiddish. Its a language I think. Yada yada yada does quite nicely too. Yawn? Lancia Y.

U - You? Um? Umbopa? The ill fated Fiat Uno? Dr Ulrich Bez.

I - Interesting. Involuntary. ∞....

O - Orange. The big O. Oldsmobile.

P - Porsche!!!!!!

A - Audi. Aura... no. Audi it is.

S - SV : sport veloce. The baby Lambo for example. Shhh...

D - Dakota Fanning. And Sarang, because he likes going dhenchu dhenchu. Dacia. Dodge? Yeah. Dodge.

F - Funny bones. Fatfati - my granpa`s name for my bike :D . The Lancer Evo "F"Q version. Some say its a joke the japanese are playing on the americans,
FQ stands for F*** you. Which the car does, in every sense.

G - Gee. Thats it.

H - Hell hath no fury like a blogger scorned (no comments on their posts haha)... Honda. Hoodibaba! Hulk. Humvee.

J - Jaguar. Jugular. Jenna ;)

K - Klonk klunk. Kryptonite. Kal-El. Kris!!

L - Lamborghini. Lada. Lost (the tv series)

Z - Zonda. Zilch. 0. Zurich. Swiss banks.

X - X-men. Taboo? !Xobile. Xenon.
C - Catwoman. Selina. Champagne. 3rd alphabet from A.

V - V6,8,10,12. Vroom vroom.

B - B. Bollocks. BMC.

N - Nerd. Yay! Neha. Nissan. Preferably the 350 Z.

- The 13th alphabet. Also the last one in the qwerty keyboard.
The 13th warrior. Myes.
And as some noticeably bright people may have noticed,I stressed on the automotive quotient. Which is the way it is, in real time too. The End.

* Credits - images by google, writ material by me. Tadaaaaa!! *

Totally forgot to give this post a title :D

I cant see where the editing options are. I cant change the fonts, the color of the font or anything at all. Anything. Blogger hates me.

I was talking to Arka, and he was telling me about he getting tagged and having to post something on his blog in retaliation. That set me thinking (woohoo) about all the unspoken and unwritten rules about blogging. I think I shall go wtf now. In capital. WTF. Feel mucho better now, thanks.
It seems that :

1. I need to comment on each and every post of a fellow blogger to get her to link my blog. Even though I linked hers in mine without HER commenting on every post of mine. Hmmm. An eye for an eye. Bwahahahaha.
2. If you get tagged, you need to answer nature`s call. I mean, you need to write a answer to that...tag, or something on those lines anyway.
3. If anybody comments on your blog, you go visit that person`s blog, and then comment. Thats just courtesy i guess. But what if you don't like it enough to comment?

Ok, these three are only some of the ones from the top of my head. Another thing I`ve noticed is that some blogger friends are more concerned with the number of comments they get or the number of profile hits. They urge me to go out there, visit like a million blogs, comment like crazy on each, and then sit back and watch with unholy glee as the number of my profile hits rise meteorically and the comments need extra terabytes of space. ... (insert self righteous sputtering here). Too much of an insecure offline life I presume.

And I understand thats the point of blogging. Voicing your opinions or thoughts and so on and so forth, even if nobody gives a crap about them. But overkill doesn't look like the answer. Or does it?

Oh and i finally found the solution to my cant-edit-the-post-problem. It works only in some browsers, not all. Really didn`t think the browser`s sex quotient had anything to do with the javascript turning itself on or off. But it works. Finally.

Slap-shtick

A 4am friend - orkut de-stresses me. And she hates facebook, so I go - and facebook distresses you?
Pjs, some call them poor jokes. But jokes all the same. In my infinite wisdom, I cant understand why they are called pjs, if people do laugh over them? Are these jokes below the poverty line? Do they need to shop for a new brand of laugh-on cologne for people to accept them? Er... Annnnnd some of the reactions i get are amazing :

• A - :|, then =))

• Another A - huh? oh you and your pjs, i never understand them. (to this i`d replied - you never understand them because, they are pyjamas...get it? pjs = pajamas?...there was silence, followed by the dial tone )

• Another another A - :D (any joke, pj or not, gets the same treatment,which is lovely for a pj`s ego, boosts it up like you know what not)

• B- of course i GOT the joke, i just dint laugh...

• K- hehehe

• N and D - try hard not to laugh,end up spluttering and yell at me - it wasnt funny...

• Collective reaction of all my hostel friends - eye wateringly funny, or dead silence

• R - laughs desperately (her own words, not mine)
• S - brain freeze brain freeze aaaahh!!

Almost all these reactions are negative, which is the opposite of what I was aiming for. But the undercurrent of mirth is unmistakable, so its a happily ever after, after all. Heh.
Point is, pjs are here to stay. For what its worth, pjs do make a hell of an ice-breaker, and a defense platform to wiggle your way out of the highly inconvenient open-mouth-insert-foot-syndrome. p.s.- oh and I love parentheses

drunken capers...of a drunk.

some weeks back, at 4.30 a.m. in the morning. a guy was totally sozzled and was wandering in my corridor. for the lack of any things to do, he set fire to the bed in the balcony. the cotton burned badly, and the smoke woke me up. by i time i woke up properly and went to investigate, he had run to the loo and locked himself in. then i went and doused the fire, and he heard me cursing whoever made the mess. so he came out of hiding , saw me, and asked in the polite drunk manner if i knew the culprit. of course i did, so i said no. he then proceeded to knock on my door every 10 mins to see if i`d come up with any new suspects. the drama finally ended when i told him that no one would ever suspect him if he went and slept off the booze, and i would take all the blame on me. he was in his room for the whole morning, and wont dare look me in the face later most probably...