Bannnchooood and Ialso stand corrected

wokay then .... anyone wants to get their house designed !? banchooooood !!!

and

My dearest friend and dramaqueen in tow, brings to my notice, a person cannot "adorn" an object. It's incorrect english :)

Thus, I stand corrected. Banchooddddddd !!!!

ugh !!!!

will someone pleaseeeeeee, pleassee for the sake of humanity tellme, why .. just why would someone who has designers and stylists at such luxuriance for her disposal adorn such an ugly/fugly/loathsome pair of booots.

puke.

oh dear, why dear. no dear. yes dear

belave me dear
plis dear
come no dear
fun will come
come, let us rock
o baby, c'mon let us have pleasure
do you have place
I have vehicle dear
me top
u bottom
no dear
oh hello dear
so dear?
i am lookin for long term dear
one nite stand only
belaave me dear I'd only like some beer

p.s:- my lassi smells like egg.

of randomness and other such things.

Theres a bottle of mazaa thats there in a rack besides my desk. God alone knows why !? It keeps looking at me.

I bought two more books. What is with fucking books and me. I have bought books over 15k in the past month. All interior design related ofcourse. I havnt yet broswed through a single one in peace yet. Worst of all, I ddnt need them and *gulp* I dont really have the money.

That bottle of mazaa keeps looking at me.

I went to cheero's. Whats with the hype !? The place is really so-so.

I finally met a certain someone I had been speaking to for the longest time. Things werent as rosey as predicted.

Cee, is the new merry poppins and his prop being a bottle of water. Saturday night saw me go ummmmm a lil crazy at the geebee party. Since over 30 faggots went, O M G you have lost soo much weight, I allowed myself some alcohol in copious amounts Towards the end of the night, I was ofcourse drunk. If rumors are to be believed, I squeezed myself in between some two counters and sat there. I do know, I broke two glasses. And at some point, I fell down as I was dancing and laughing and laughing and dancing. Nishant my friend called that my snake dance.

So, cee-the-bottle-holding-nanny, kept following me around the geebee do. I would slyly escape and run into some unseen corner lookin out for known faces who'd let me sip some alcohol from their glasses and just as I would find a candidate kind enough to give me somemore alcohol, cee would appear out of nowhere thrusting the bottle of water in my mouth. He did that all night. Cho chweeeeet no !?

I am bored of my hair. Oh so bored that I think I am gonna do something nasty to entertain myself.

I cut short my four day weekend. My parents are on a sulk-a-thon. My mother she walked into my room, again in my absecnce as she took some frnd of hers on a guide-a-tour of our house. She found cigerrates in the balcony. Found clothes scattered over the room and a packet of condoms. Unused, prolly way past the expiry date condoms. That sorta explains the sulking, doesnt it !?

And the motherfucking mazaa bottle is still staring at me.

"come to meeeeeeeeeeeee babieeeeeee"

restrospection ...

Work has been busy. I havent taken an off, not even my fridays in the last three weeks. Not even yesterday. I started another project.

Since I am supposed to be co-ordinating the availability of nitco denko tapes and felt pads so that losers can drive cars on the roads, I shud go back to what I was doing. Meanwhile, I was browsing thru my older blog, a straight one :) and bumped into this. Written on the 12th day of September, 2005. My 12th day @ work here and just about three weeks back in India.

- sigh -

I miss em good ole days

I - MBA !

So my first official post from my desk @ work ! A new computer even !!! Yes my own desk with my own computer with a password even. Work and me - Unblueible - un-b-lue-ible !!!! What work do i do? I work with my dad. What does my dad do ? My dad is into textiles ! What textiles you ask? Warp Knitted textiles !!! Warp Knitted textiles are different from other textiles ! how ? because something was said to me some 10,000 times in this past week. So thats why warp knitted textiles are different than woven textiles, and the latter being of great interest to me. But we speak of my work ! So what work do I do ? I work for me Dad and what do i do there? Well, it is mandatory all questions must cease when said, I work for my dad. If u insist on knowing. I sit at a desk, staring my monitor and try my level best to look resourceful while i secretly obsess over the ostentatious use of blue in my factory, my own factory *sigh* !!! So that is what I do.

And also this is what I do. I have stimulating conversations

Event: Day two at work
Location: Works Manager Cabin
Ambience: Annonyingly blue interiors
Characters: Works Manager, Moi and T.P

Me: staring at blue soft board, blue chair, blue mats
W.M: warp knittin is somethin somethin somethin somethin somethin !
Me: now seriously getting tormented with the flamboyant use of blue in my own factory * sigh * how cud they !!!?!
Enter Third Party (t.p)
T.P: Helloji
Me - * after putting on the world is a great place, welcome to our lil celestial spehre smile * Hello
W.M: he is to be being the directors Son
T.P: giving me a very disconcerting look and then breaking into the this world is indeed a fabulous place and this blue is so groovy smile - Oh ho ho Hello Hello !

-okay then-

W.M: givin t.p approving look - he just gotted back from australia. he dided MBA. * yes i stopped correcting people exactly 30 seconds after I landed. MMM not MBA *
T.P: giving approving look, so he is the young prince !!
Me: uh huh ! ok then ! did he just say prince?!? tellme he ddnt say prince !!!
T.P: so the young prince * he said it again * is here to assist his dad. very nice, u guys make the fabric and he will now advance and design cars !!!!!

And they went -chuckle chuckle !!!

So i sit here and dream of designing cars, because that is what people do after their australian MBA ...

For all those who seem very concerned about my constant cribbing about being here and doing this and not being there and doing that, clearly if I had a choice, i wouldnt crib now ! Or would I ?!? who cares ?!? I have cars to design and blue walls to stare at.

I really wish that something which i should not be speaking of, only cause I will jinx it, happens.

I am now going to go back to staring at the monitor, dipping some buscuits in chai and yes obesessing over the blue. Maybe the next time I'll tell you about manoj. He's our very quite, softspoken, articulte account manager who just needs to learn how to SHUT THE FUCK UP nd also not switch the goddamn AC off every time he thinks we have reached antartica ! Man this blue just keeps getting groovier by the minute !!!!!

today

go smoke some
go blank out
cry
sulk and mope
you need to pass out
sleep
sleep the sleep reserved for an infant
cuz
when you do wake up
theres shit to deal with
yes, they've infested it upon you again
yet again
O'cmon
spare me the drama
you know you let em do it
so fuck off you wuss
smoke
and drink
and pass out
cuz
when you are you
theres not much you can do
but
run
and
run
and
run
cuz u always let em do this to you.

of s&m , gay porn and diwali bangs !!!!

I went on a date with Hot boi and then I sneaked him home at 1.00 am, walked past my parents bedroom half expecting my father to walk out. I realised, even if someday when I am sneaking some fellow in and they happen to chance upon my sneakery [yes, its my new word] I mean its no big deal right, he's just a friend, right !? He's coming home cuz he wants the cd for some latest game or something.

I mean what did u think dad, what could I do with a hot looking boi. * sheeesh *

So yes, Hot boi and I [blush] were at it again. But this time we followed the norm. We first went out on a date like normal people and then *blush blush blush* Ahem, we've met twice before and we just did the deed. We were supposed to do dinner and drinks and then go to the movies. But dinner and drinks ddnt happen, so we skipped away to the movies. And I swear, benchod, I wanna slap all those arseholes who told me Lageraho Munnabhai is a good movie. I was quite pleasantly suprised when Hot Boi, ddnt like the movie either. Yay, he has some taste and doesnt find stupid slapstick humor as the best thing that happened to the world. So to celebrate the joy and overcome the trauma of having to sit thru the movie, we decided to go hang out at my place. And thats how my Diwali came to an end.

With a bang, excuse the pun, it was truly co-incidental

Sunday night saw the bestest fraaands s&m come home for diwali dinner. Since I hadnt met "M" in the longest time, there was so much to catch up on, especially all the embarrassment that we had to put "S" through. So after eating like pigs and being tormented by my father, who btw now has only one mission in life, to get me and all my friends married. At the dining table, this is how the conversation flowed.

Dad to S:- So when are you getting married !?
S:- [giggling like a school girl] theres time uncle
Dad to M:- And you, beta?
M:- [giggling like a bride-to-be]:- Dont know yet uncle, next year maybe, once ajay comes down
Me:- Dad, can we talk about something else please.
Dad:- Sure.
Dad to M:- So next year, huh!?
Me:- never mind.

Somewhere along the evening, M decided she was gonna shred her humane image and turn into a ravaging, scary looking monster, so off went the hairclip and she let out the i-am-gonna-make-u-pee-in-ur-pants weapon, her mop like hair. "S" wanted to watch some stupid F1 race, because apparently it was like micheal shumakers last race and all, like really wow, my heart stopped beating. Like who cares dude. So, everytime he mentioned the race, we slapped him. So much fun I say. [jumps in joy]

Can I watch the race - slap -
phone beeps, sms about the race - slap -
but .. its micheals - slap -
last race - slap -
I wanna smoke - slap - Oh, sorry - yes lets go smoke

To gross the two of them out, I put in some gay porn into the dvd under the pretext of switching on Omkara, to entertain my guests. Aaaaah, the pleasure of seeing two people getting utterly disgusted I tell you. Divine.

This one had a theme. A latino goes into a hotel for an interview, the first scene shows two chef's cooking, then getting into an argument, then getting into a physical fight, which voilah turns erotic. ofcourse, they have the works, theres freshly whipped creame to smere on the bodies and lick. Enough, I hear you say !?

*rotlf*

While "M" kept going eeeeeh, eeeeeeh eeeeeeeh at an interval of 1.5 seconds, "S" had the look of horror and terror meets jaylalitha. I am not too sure, if it were M's hair that did the trick or the porno. A visibly shaken up "S" had his eyes closed and his face looked like he had been like constipated for the last 11,000 years. All this after I chose one of the sanest porn films. Oooooh, I tell you, its tres fun to be horrid sometimes.

*giggles*

Ofcourse, the final joke was one me, cuz my recently educated friends wanted to know which of the recently witnessed acts did I indulge in.

-cough-

sorry what !?
cant hear you, you're cracking up
helooooooo.
Ok, I think its time you go home :)