Funny got ANOTHER new name.

Oh.My.God.
Another (hilarious) attempt at a love poem: http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator_1.htm


This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Magenta hair and Okapi-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous Gluteus Maximus-music,
I long to sip from your Tigermelonful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged Bitter gourd of Purpleness -- skimming vast continents of pubic hairs and Orangutans.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our Water melons.
Brilliant as screaming Guns, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated Baboons and tender Rosehearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our schreeching love chimes from our calfs.
I press the goonda that you wear around your neck against my pubic hair-muffin so that our Tigermelons melt into one.
You will always be my little Dhudheri lal-cakes face, the Okapi of my own screaming eye of love.

I are a dog.

You expect me to write 99 sums a day,

Not a moments break do you let me lay,

I'm sitting over here, with a silent pray,

I are just a dog, ain't I?

 

Its not like I have anything else to do, right?

 Just study Botany, Chemistry, or the Theories of Light,

I try to cope up, with all my might,

I are just a dog, ain't I?

 

"I'm worried about your future" to me you tell,

But that doesn't mean you can make this year hell,

 I have to study and lock myself in a shell,

I are just a dog, ain't I?

 

Who Am I kiddin', Im not a dog,

Dogs, don't sit for hours like logs,

Dog's aren't engines with over-worked cogs,

I aren't a dog, I are a machine with a clog.

An Eventful Sunday!

9^{th May, 2010 was an eventful Sunday.}


It was the 26th anniversary of my parents' wedding. We planned on leaving Coimbatore for Athirapally at Kerala, where the so-called "Niagara Falls of India", Athirapally Falls, are situated. My dad had received an Email forward claiming them to be so:

Unfortunately, May isn't September, and it was the latter when this picture was taken.


Are you getting the hint?


We had planned on leaving early, so that we may have more time, but since I had a 9 am math test, we were off quite late, at about 11 pm.


On the way, we stopped at a "Nungi" stall, where we had some of those watery fruit-like thing(y) s , I had my first taste of toddy, and  sparked off what was going to be an (relatively) Eventful Sunday.


I keep telling this, but I AM an over-dramatic and cheesy person. Sometimes, at least.


I wanted to act all heroic and stuff and so I starting gulping the toddy down. It was sweet and kinda nice, but just for five seconds.


The thirty seconds after my gulp were, to say at least, pure agony.
The toddy had THE most bitter after-taste I had ever felt in my mouth, and my chest felt really heavy after that half-minute. An eventful Sunday it was.  


After a few minutes of laughter at my (failed) heroic-ness, we continued our journey to athirapally.




It was nearly three when we reached Athirapally and by then, it had started to pour hard.
We had also recieved news, that His Holiness Acharya Shri Mahapragyaji, the equivalent of a pope for our sect of Jainism, had attained Nirvana. An eventful Sunday it was.  


We waited for a half-hour before the rain had reduced and after that we went for a view of the falls.


It was a perilously stony and long and steep walk of about 800 mts. to a spot near the base of the falls.


The falls were, to say the least, pretty ordinary:

 

They were not worth the 800 metre walk and the daunting prospect of climbing back up was looming upon us.


The rain had stopped, and it had become humid. Really Humid. Why? Because it was an eventful Sunday!


My T-shirt was drenched:

Phew!

 

15 minutes of pants, chokes, and sweaty pleas for water later, we were up again, drenched from head to toe with sweat.

 

Outside, we were greeted with the screams and shouts of perverted College Drop-outs, looking for a "good time".

 

We then went back to our cars, only to realize that there was no fuel in one of them, and the nearest petrol-bunk was 80 kilometres away. Why did this happen? Because it was an eventful Sunday!

 

We thought of siphoning fuel from one car to another, but there were no pipes around. We went to a shop asking for a pipe to transfer fuel from, and the shopkeeper's innocent "I Don't have a pipe, but I do have fuel. Do you want some?" was greeted rather warmly. How did this miraculous feat happen? Because it was an eventful Sunday!

 

10 litres of Rs.65 per litre fuel later, we were off to Coimbatore. It was nearly nine-thirty when we reached the restaurant we had planned to dine at. After some "Rabbit Food", "Squirrel Food" and "Smooshies", as the restaurant classified its food into, we went back home, tired and sleepy.

 

All in all, this day would be etched in forever in my brain. Why? Because it was an eventful Sunday!

Quick update, and my review of "Housefull".

 Yes, I'm a movie buff now!


Ah, it's been a while since I posted stuff, I've been so busy.
What? Don't look at me like that, I was!
Well, all right, I was actually too lazy to sit and write a nice full-length post here, I was writing a couple of posts for this other activist site: 
The Rebelexicon.

Check it out, and comment on my awesome writing prowess.


Yeah, so I have been busy with that and a whole lotta other stuff. (Read "Facebook"). Plus, I watched this movie "Housefull", and the first words that came out of my mouth were the words, "Oh.My.God.CHEESY!"


Seriously, these movies should get the "Cheesiest movie of the year" award. Decade, actually. I mean, the director stopped at nothing, stooped to the lowest standards possible, just to get a laugh on our faces. The homo/gay scenes were the corniest and most cheeky ones in the movie, and they were the only ones able to vibrate my stomach for some laughs, however much I resisted.


And talk of objectification of women! Ritesh Deskmukh prancing at home, singing "Lingerie, lingerie!", gave me an idea of the disaster I was about to watch.


Add in some typical run-of-the-mill Mr.Bean gags, "Night At The Museum" slapping monkeys, and some seriously irritating songs jumping down our throats every five minutes or so, and you've got yourself a typical Akshay Kumar comedy. In movies like these, there's absolutely no use trying to grasp the EXTREMELY loose plot.


And the trailer is a rip-off.  It said that there would be three wives in one house at the same time, but there were only two; Jiah Khan had an almost-guest role in the movie.


If you watch this movie and like it, you are either a hare-brained gorilla, or an idiot looking for some broads and a laugh. You'll be satisfied if you're looking for the former. 


Just don't watch this.