Hairy Situation

lent has started. usually i don't shave the whole 40 days. don't ask me why. i just don't do it.
maybe i wanna look like santa claus and confuse the kids just to prove a point.
but this time around, i forgot to do the customary clean shave before embarking on the path of anti-shave-it-ism.
its just been two days of lent and the last time i shaved was, pata nahi kab, so i look like a bearded bear and now i have landed myself in a hairy situation. i have some pretty important meetings lined up this weekend and now i am in a quandary.
this quandary is a place between where i'm sitting now and the nearest barber shop.
an important decision, no? do i sacrifice my ideals & my beliefs and go shave, will god forgive me, will i burn in hell? do i say a prayer - forgive me lord, for i have sinned, i have shaved, my face is naked, i am shamed. i don't know.
but i know one thing for sure and all the guys will agree with me on this. as a kid, i have always been excited to grow hair. I still remember when i was 13, and hair had just started sprouting in various places. Boy, was that fun. ! I would mark its growth, and fertilize and water it, hoping it would come just a little fuller.
Well CONGRATS to myself , because my wish has been fulfilled… about 6 times over in fact. At first i thought maybe it was just god's way of reminding you to do the sign of the cross. Face, crotch, armpit, armpit.
Awww, thank you Lord and Savior! But then what do u do when he goes a little overboard and draws the cross out all the way, and then extends it to your back like some kind of cross vest. Right now I've got a full robe made entirely of hair.

Wohkay I'm joking, it's not that bad… yet, but you may need to take precautionary action. When you wanna give me a hug, and my hair clings back, that's a little too much for me n maybe for you too..
But people, don't ask me to shave OH NO NO!! i'll just trim it a little if i feel so obliged. Personally I'm not ashamed of my hair. i am told chicks dig it.
dig on baybysu :)

except a webcam chat with her first thing in the morning.

the first one i've had with somebody in like forever.
just awesome.

nothing and i mean nothing beats reading a mail from her first thing in the morning :)

shit happens...







usually in the mornings.

sometimes during the day too.

god i hate getting up early. just received a pseudo-order from australia demanding that i wake up early so conversations may happen, early morning for me, nice sunny afternoon for her.
i am enn oh tee not a morning person ra.
unblink.

i used to blink when i was not in love

I believe, in my heart, that despite all the crap we go through in life, if you get up in the morning and work a little bit harder and a little bit better than the other guy, you will succeed.

invention has its own algorithm:
genius, obsession, serendipity, and epiphany in some unknowable combination.
how can you put that in a bottle?

lipstick... dipshtick... dickshit!

i met a woman today who was either
a) a vampire who just had blood for lunch
b) a human who just had blood for lunch.
c) an insecure woman with a boring face who decided to cosmetize her natural lips with an unnatural 'bright crimson hue', as described on her lipstick stick [?] or the color red, as non-discerning men like me would call it.

my discerning readers have already realized what i'm talking about - today's topic: what is with Red lipstick and women who wear them?
there are very few people who look good in red lipstick, and those clowns usually juggle for a living. of course, there are a few women who are able to pull it off - dimple kapadia and madhuri dixit. but the fact remains, red lipstick looks horrible on most women, and all men.
there have been literally thousands of names for the same color of lipstick over the years. yet there are only about three shades of red - dark red, red and light red. Period. And i mean that grammatically, not menstrually. although the context of it makes sense now that i think about it.

i dread the day a new lipstick brand launches into the market and they hire me to come up with names for their same-yet-different-shades of red lipsticks. how does menstrual red sound?

over n out

siamese twins... what happens if one dies before the other? does the other one have to lug the corpse around?

naturalism vs evolution

Apparently you can remove three-quarters of your liver and it can regenerate into a full liver again.
Either God created men like this so we can drink or men evolved into this so we can drink.

once upon a time, a drunk dude stood on a mound at durgam cheruvu to pee. as the urine gushed out, he savored the simple joy of a Pee Brr - that wonderful one-second shiver that comes and goes without warning. Long after he was done saying hello to nature, he stood there... marvelling at the Pee Sprinkle pattern that formed on his shoes.. till, like all things wonderful, the pattern disappeared... and he returned.. his bladder empty, his soul in bliss, his body invigorated, his mind hazy, and his drunk ass still drunk!!! :D

"Sorry i haven't written anything in a while"
wait... why am i wasting your time with apologies?
the best apology's probably 'new and improved' content. But does that mean what i used to blog back then was shit? i dont think so.
What i probably need this time around is just a wee bit more consistency. Okay. Lots of consistency. Shit loads of it!
Alright boy! Pick a schedule you can live with. and Stick to it!
but wait again... no more substandard crap posts. no more 'what to write', 'nothing to write' , 'i can write', 'i cannot write' posts !!!!!!!!!!
promise? promise! mdp? mosquito dead promise macha!
wohkay... cya around then

I was once captivated by the things you'd say.
Just thinking about you, would brighten up my day.
Now it seems as if all that has changed.
The only thing you do, is cause me more pain.
I wish I had known who you really were.
It wouldn't have been so hard.
The agony inside me, makes it hard to breathe.
The impact you had, was so hard to believe.
Now the walls are there, forever guarding my heart.
If only they'd been there, to protect it from the start.

20 hours and counting...

its around 5.30 am now and i've been working since 9 am yester-fuckin-day. you do the math now... enta.. 20 hours and a half ah???

the next asshole who says advertising is a glamorous job gets to eat my shit.

"When you see me staring out the window, that's when i'm working "
- a creative who blogs


for a copywriter, im not very adept at thinking up headlines for my posts..

3 moves...

and checkmate biatch!!!
myuuhahaaa...

Screw RC, Foster's Rules! :D

Okay, you win

I'm so vain. Sooooooooooo freakin' vain!

I was going to pack this blog in. Really I was.

Mainly due to sheer laziness.

Alright, totally and utterly due to sheer laziness.

And just when I'm about to turn off the lights, set the alarm to dead and leave the building, I receive lovely comments. Okay, not lovely comments but comments nevertheless. oh yeah and the phone call from deepu too. that helped.

And so, like the man of steel that I am, I change my mind.

Anyway, enough of this self-indulgent waffle. On with the 'show'.

okay i'll grant myself koncham senti! thanks all those who comment on my blog. not only my friends but other bloggers too, even those who used to comment a loong time back.. vishy, goda, mydh, sita and the likes... awesome blogs all of them. unfortunately haven't the time to comment on your blogs but hang on in there, one of these days is gonna be your lucky day :)

over n out

PS: its freakin amazing how fast i can type after two beers [ in office] myyuuhaahaaa ...

burp

The End?

well, maybe.

Let's face it. My recent productivity levels on this blog have been similar to those of a 14-year-old boy trying to do his homework in a bedroom equipped with a pc, a playstation and a stack of porn under the bed.

anyways, if i think slash do slash see something really brilliant, then i'll blog it. Maybe.

Just don't hold your breath waiting.
Not that you would, obviously.

and the shits keep on coming...

No this isn't about my ass. Although i wish it were. Instead it's about richa's mom's cancer. it didn't respond to the chemo as well as the doctors thought it would. so they switched her to radiation. Evidently that didn't work either, as i just found that the cancer has spread to her brain. So soon they're going to start radiating that.

Yippee ki ay, motherfuckers. and okay i'm genuinely sorry now for thinking this, but i actually wanted her dead once cos she's kinda the reason i had to break up with richa.

Anyway, for those who bother with such things, i would appreciate it if you'd keep richie & her family in your prayers. and while you have god on the line, i'd appreciate it if maybe you could mention my ass.