A sudden downpour of visiting friends meant I spent much time meeting them, and doing what friends do when they catch up after a long time. It led to relative sleep deprivation, which would be made up for on the weekends. Plus, of course, there is all the anime to catch up on and zombies to kill, all packed in to miserably short weekends.
There was also a weekend where some office colleagues were trying to get one of the brethren started down love lane, which is simply another way of saying, they were trying to set him up with someone. The fact that the chosen night was to celebrate someone else's birthday, and the fact that the girl in question had certain sentiments towards the birthday boy (wrote him an excellent poem in Hindi), made matters, well, complicated. Anyway, surprisingly, that story turned out better than anyone expected. Only now, the new stroller down the lane has been packed off to Delhi by the office and he can't complain enough.
I tired of my French beard and now sport a handle-bar that has evoked many varied reactions, ranging from "stupid" to "scary" to "Mexican drug lord". The last one, though still quite off the mark, led me to coin a new word: Druggler. The meaning should be self evident, and for those for who it is not, it's just a combination of a drug & smuggler. Now I am contemplating whether I should let the lower ends grow in to an Oriental style long droopy moustache, coming down to my Adam's apple, which I will then tie pink and blue rubber-bands on. Ah, but the wait...
Another solar eclipse came and went, this one the first AND the longest of this century, or was it the millennium? Don't know how many of you were in the viewing path, and more specifically, how many were in the path of totality. There was quite a mixed crowd here in my office, where I heard things about how pregnant women shouldn't watch it even on TV, how one can't eat anything for the entire duration it is in the region (read, about 7 hours) and other nonsense I don't care to remember. For my part, I had arranged for an x-ray plate that I used to both watch it and to initiate some first-timers. Good deed for the year done and over with. Of course, my office people need to get some life anyway. I heard a rumour doing the rounds claiming I have a "soft corner" for married women. I promptly put the record straight, saying if I had a soft corner for some woman, her marital status was most certainly her problem, not mine.
Oh, to my own surprise, rather pleasant at that, I won some money playing poker on new year's night. And I had the good sense to quit while I was ahead. And now, I am even more interested in what the next month will bring, seeing as it is the time the astrologer spoke of!
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Lagta hai tumhara good times aane waala hai..email me your phone number..we shall gossip soon! ;-)
hazarika aaj kal internet par bare active hain. humare gmail account ki le rakkhi hai.. full of hazarika has commented on or update this.. on FB.
goenka - good to know you have settled in your new life. hum bhi tumko very soon phone ghumaenge kuch nayi backchodi jama hui hai.
good times? after all, hamari company kingfisher ke saath tie-up hai!
shantanu, tumhare paas toh number hai na?
I have visited your blog often for my monthly dose of coolness, for until now i have always thought this page a portal to positively prilliant posts....but now i must think twice, because apparently you are a poster child for this:
In the majesty of waterfalls’ flow
The striking beauty of the sunset's glow
The moonlight's glory sparkling on the snow
I love you, I love you, I love you!
Every sight or sound, every sensation,
Every breath or move of Your Creation
Every glorious touch, or sweet emotion
It is You, Jesus, I love You!
mmm....I'm thinking.....soft (or rather hard?) spot for married women is so much un-kinky than this!
am tempted to put up a sign board (not that it is possible in the physical sense) saying "jesus lovers, or any other god lovers, why don't you leave us alone and go live with god instead?". but seeing as your comment was only a forced sort of repartee... i mean, come on! sounding like meera is the best form of wit you could pull?
cool post! here some additions to your druggler dictionary:
a professional dancer = prancer
a dead fish = dish (yum!)
a navy seal = neel! (he he get it ? get it? navy as in short for navy blue and neel as in hindi for blue)
more later ....peace!
i wasnt tryin to sound like meera whoeva tha fuck that mebbe....i copied this poem from a jesus ad that was dere on ur blog! i was tryin to say (in case u dint get it ).....that even tho you write cool stuff it still attracts ads from jesus lovers therefo mebbe u dont rite cool stuff
respect with dots and in caps, no offense, but you smell like a bong! (hehe, get it?)
anonymous who copied the jesus poem, meera was a devotee of krishna who sang of her love for him and devoted herself entirely to him, and i mean ENTIRELY. and your english depreciated significantly between those two comments. did you have some hymns for dinner? jesus lovers don't put their ads on this blog, its actually an automated software. in fact, if jesus lovers saw where all their ads get placed, they might actually be seriously pissed off.
been long dude. when is the next one coming?
been long indeed. coming soon, before the month is out certainly.
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