dead man moonwalking...

cherubims & seraphims beware!

It's NOT mean if you make fun of a dead pedophile junkie!
enough with the rips already, whats the world coming to?! just because the man (?) was an obscenely talented musician doesnt mean you overlook his actions & mourn his death. he dangled babies outta balconies, for crying out loud! and thats, like the least of his crazy acts. anyway, may MJ the musician r.i.p, while the world is now minus one ultra deranged psychopath & a better place for you and for me.

softly...

Softly the dew dropped from the leaf
signaling arrival of the morn,
tis dawn already?, exclaimed our hero
“I love my new stack of porn.”

I suspect that there is a black hole in my room that sucks up all my handkerchiefs and socks.

friday evening...

Carnatic music. Payasam. Bliss.

Chronicles of Shareef miyan

He started out without any worldly advantages in life, and had come up the hard way. Born to a rickshaw puller in Chintalbasti, he worked his way up the ladder of the hospitality industry – selling palli-bataani, onto chaat bandis, tea stalls, Irani hotels to when finally, by what only seemed to be the Grace of the mighty Prophet (PBUH), he landed a plush job in the climate-controlled environs of Café Coffee day, dsnr. Till one day, all his dreams came crashing down…

SM: Saar, order?
Customer: yeah, one café Latte!
SM: hou Laatu saar, kaunsa bolo?

Shareef miyan – done in by a classic case of Hyderabadi Tourette’s

ps: only a true hyderabadi can comprehend this joke.

As she stood...

As she stood at the bus-stop in Koti watching him walk away with another girl, a single sparkling tear fell from her cheek onto the footpath, then slid onto the side of the road, and into the drainage pipe, there to join its course into the not-so-mighty-anymore waters of the river Musi, and eventually the Hussainsagar, where that solitary tear splattered into his eyes, as the other woman playfully splashed water on him, as they were boating on the Khairunnisa.
Within 10 days, the man was rendered blind.

Morals of the story
#1: Never scorn a woman’s love.
#2: Never go boating in Hussainsagar's dangerous dirty waters
#3: Don’t read my blog expecting sensible stuff

Voices in my head

- "One child dies every minute from AIDS."
"Isn't that sad?"
"Hey, children shouldn't be having sex."
"They get it from their parents!"
"Their parents shouldn't be having sex with them!"

yes, we deserve a bullet in the head!