why do you always call when you are drunk?

 I am drunk and I make phone calls. Fact!

Why?

I am not a phone call person at all. This is true only when I am sober. When I'm drunk, I call my people. I become this phone call person all of a sudden. Why is that? Why is it that, it is then I feel like calling someone. I have always had enough talking for the night, for the day even, but it is then that I miss people.  Is it missing? Random people I have forgotten in my regular routine day have now sprung into memory. What is alcohol doing to me in this regard? Alcohol I know is an inhibition releaser. Does that mean I have been having inhibitions about calling people? This is indeed strange, coz I am not famous for inhibitions especially in the scope of talking. I am a blabber mouth.

I am not alone in this regard. How strange!

writing..

Isn't a book all about it's characters? I mean, is it not the characters that set the theme, the place, the script and even the direction it takes? The basic foundation of any book is it characters. Unless of course if it is a book without characters...but wait!, a book without characters? That doesn't seem possible. If you think about it, any temporal object, be it living or non-living is a prospective character in a book. And once mentioned it assumes the role of the character. Unless there is no development to this object and there are many such objects that just gets mentioned haphazardly, but then the narrator itself embody the character. There is probably no way out of it.

So a character to a book is ineluctable and hence it would seem that a good book is about good characters. 

Now what is a "good" character? The "good" here doesn't necessarily have to be a maxim of morality. Good only means 'interesting', 'captivating' or 'fascinating'. All the same. 

We now conclude that writing a book is all about finding character/s which one find interesting, in a world that is mysterious.

Now there is mystery?

... 

chicken and egg

..the classic causality dilemma.. which came first, the chicken or the egg?

The point of the question is not really to find a solution but to rather point to a situation. Even though we know this, we still seek an answer in our mind, as though we feel an answer may reveal a hidden secret or a deeper truth to the situation.

Science gives us the answer as egg. Look it up if you will. This is "science" of the 21st century that I am referring to, and I have to mention this, since science is of a nature that changes with time, and there lies its limitation. Well, one of its limitations. Limitations of science will be another post.

So which came first? Chicken or egg?

I say neither. They came together. Problem solved.

One cannot be without the other. So they were and are together. Always. And they will both perish together as well, along with the question and its answer. May be another question will take its place, the same question but only with a change in its form.

May be a different animal, a different object, any other two entities with circular dependency. Nail and hammer? No it has to be a natural entity, something not made by man, otherwise the dilemma would clear. Natural it has to be.

Night and day. Clouds and rivers. Male and female. Life and death.

Just like the circle never had a start or an end point.

They all came together.

free to go in?

A thousand years is but an instant. There’s nothing new, nothing different; same pattern over and over. The same clouds, same music, the same things I felt an hour or an eternity ago. There’s nothing here for me now, nothing at all. Now I remember, this happened to me before. This is why I left. You have begun to find your answers. Although it will seem difficult the rewards will be great. Exercise your human mind as fully as possible knowing that it is only an exercise. Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems, explore the secrets of the physical universe, savor the input from all the senses, filled with joy and sorrow and laughter, empathy, compassion, and tuck these emotional memories in your travel bag. I remember where I came from, and how I became human, why I hung around, and now my final departure’s scheduled: This way out, escaping velocity.  Not just eternity, but  Infinity.

..my gShock gls 100

This is my 3rd G-Shock and I think this watch is so awesome that I feel like wearing it all the time.. :P

..be...

...its only after we have lost everything
that we are free to do anything...

..we are who we are..

..we are who we are..I'm not just repeating myself, I'm also swanning in a fact..let me break it down a little..a happy person stays always happy..a miserable person always miserable..repressed stays repressed..suppressed stays suppressed..hopeful stays hopeful..naive stays naive..I could go on..but you get the idea..

..I'm not saying there aren't any life changing incidents..there are..I'm just saying that people doesn't change just because they might have started seeing things in a new different light..probably after this "life-changing-incident"..but a person changing, is a completely different thing, it's on an entirely desparate level altogether..they might have just realized something..discovered something..which makes more sense at that particular point of time..maybe until the next 'life-changing-incident'..all it does is to change their outlook..that's all..but does this really change them, fundamentally?..or is it just that, that we call change.. the happy would find another reason to be happy..the miserable would find another thing to be miserable about..

..the reason why we are like this is irrelevant..and the reason why you are a particular type of person right now is also irrelevant because this is 2011 and we still haven't invented the advent "Time-Machine"..we still haven't discovered the x-ray glasses that let's you see people naked for crying out loud..forget a Time-Machine..so we will continue to go with the "bury-the-past" construct..

..what's relevant is the question..what will happen, when that person realizes this?..will he change, when he realizes that the way he feel right now is completely his prerogative..that it was just a drawn-out but simple (only complicated looking) choice he made in his life somewhere in the past..and that he still and always had complete control over it..will he be able to let go of all the episodes and his interpretations of it?..this would probably change him..wait, i said probably..did I just realize that I am not just the happy but also the hopeful?..so is this one of those "life-changing-incidents"?..so anyways..I don't know about you, but what I have realized now is that, yes, people never change..we just discover new shades for ourselves..like attributes to the class..life is always about discoveries right..see, even life doesn't change :)

..now reading the crap i have just written made me realize that I am also the self-righteous narcissistic-ally zen-full types..hmm..too many discoveries for a write-up i say..and the most funny and also the most relevant thing is - even after we realize all this, we just don't wanna change..we are who we are..

..oh ma weed...

..If there is a God, then weed is the gift from him..and he's telling..its OK, just go and have some fun..

..bitch trauma..

..i finally know what trauma is..and its BAAADD..
..this is day 2 after the incident and I am still not able to get over it..we got beaten up by a pack of cops and that is NOT the worst of it..
..this is killing ma sleep..and i am a guy who slumbers the 3rd second i lie on ma bed and now it takes forever..i keep replaying the incident over and over again in ma mind and improvise what i could have said to her.."how come u r acting as if you had nothing 2 do with this? u r equally responsible for what happened yesterday..u were equally drunk as we were..we all decided to go out..when we were getting beaten up by cops,u were sitting peacefully inside the car..and if that DCP wasn't considerate enough to drop u safely back home,even u would have spend that entire night in the police station like us..he(my best friend) din close his eye even for a second the entire night as he was looking for a chance to get his phone back so that he can call u and tell u that he is OK, so that you can sleep peacefully..and what did u do?? very next day u call up everyone and made a huge mess out of this..u drag my mom 2 the police station..u embarrass your husband in front of his entire family and your family,so that you can save your face..and you want him(my friend) to call up everyone and EXPLAIN???..NO!! YOU explain.."
   "my car gets confiscated, my mom pays up for everyone..why did u even come to the police station the next day?..u came empty handed without even carrying your purse..what? u thought u could show ur fat ass and get ur husband out?..u kept on telling his(my friend) sister and my mom 2 scold us while acting as if u were not even there in the scene..u even told his(my friend) sister that u tried to stop us from going out that night..dude(my friend), u r a very nice guy man,but today u get 2 see your wife's true colors..and I don't understand why u still keep supporting this selfish manipulating backstabbing liar.. "

..well,this is exactly what i wanted to tell her,but I could just say the half of it..the lift stopped and she left immediately and I couldn't let out the entire thing..fukkkk.. and now all this rage and the pain is boiling in the inside of me and has thrown me at the mercy of this bitch trauma..i will hate her for the rest of my life...she is a very bad selfish person who wouldn't even mind backstabbing her own husband and friends just to make her look pretty in front of everyone..and i can never forget this incident which showed me who she really is..and this betrayal is affecting me so bad that I am sitting and writing this stupid blog in the middle of the night..people say that you can forgive someone and release your anger, but i can never forgive her and this is my 'bitch trauma'..and its mine FOREVER!!!..

....my mind holds the key..

The night screams my name and when I open the door there is no one in the doorway..mmm..

..Newton was probably a vegetarian..

..i say Newton is a fool..may be a much more apt word is ignorant..and well..ignorance is foolish..so I go back on my statement..Issac Newton is a fool..i mean seriously, he had to sit under an Apple tree and let an apple fall on his head to make him think of gravity??..c'mon i would have discovered it the moment i cracked the egg and the yolk fell right into the pan..or was Newton a vegan?

...my body is a cage..

..what will u do when nothing in life excites u anymore??..well, this is completely based on the idea that you live for all the exciting things life has to offer and for you to take..so this obviously doesn't apply to the one's who fail to see this..who adjusts to whatever comes their way..makes compromises and believes in fate and destiny and all that crap..yeah some one exactly like you..yeah, now I'm just being condescending..
..anyways, back to the question..what will you do when nothing in your life excites you anymore??..how soon do you think that will happen?..how soon do you think life fails to deliver..is life made out of such a small world to run out of anything new..yeah new is exciting (if you didn't know that already)..is it like you fail to see them or is it that life really runs out of options and choices..is this when you feel claustrophobic??..hmm..a lot of questions...
..i have always believed that failure is always a result of your actions..or very rarely a repercussion..so when you fail to see things..new things..it should be your fault..it should be that you are just not open to things anymore..you are just old for that shit..its not age but what you decide to keep in your memory what makes you old..its experience and eventually fear that makes you old..and everyone gets old..its a human thing..so where are am i going with all this?..beats me..
..OK, now lets look at the possibility that we would really come to a juncture when life doesnt really have anything to offer you anymore..life has really run out of options..now that is scary..this is exactly when you become completely helpless..you don't have a choice..OMG..now THAT really is scary..and i thought paranormal activity 2 was scary..but i think we can safely assume that you will never reach that state and that you will be way dead when life really runs out of options..c'mon i can think of a 1000 new and exciting things i can still do..(oh shit that just reminded me of the human physical limitations..guess we can deal with that later)..hmm so life is not the one who is gonna fuck you over..it has to be you..yeah, you will be the one who would fail to see the new (read exciting) things life has to offer you..you will be the one who would have succumbed to the responsibility bullshit that society has tricked you into believing..what a scam that is..what a scam..the scam which has deluded your minds brilliantly...well no wonder, it took 1000s of years to reach its perfection..isn't so perfect..even you fell for it..yeah you who thought you are the smartest thing to walk on this planet after Stan Lee..so anyways..i rest ma case now..its clear to me now..it's only to your fears you can succumb into..it's not the way life takes you it's the way you take life..awesome..I'm glad :)

..leaves out all the rest..

..i mean, what the fuck guys?..people have a tendentious preconceived opinion about almost anything and everything..sooo so much that they are just not ready to believe or accept what others have to say and simply leaves everything out when they get to see what they have already wanted to see..and you being at the receiving end..just kills it..
..for example lets take an accident, a road accident..say one guy met with a bike accident and has given into some minor injuries good enough to get him admitted in hospital for 2 days and bad enough to keep him grounded for 2 weeks..he is now back from hospital and all his friends, "so-called" friends, kins and colleagues are now so eager to know what really happened to him..of-course out of pure concern and curiosity..now, the moment these people comes to know that this guy was drunk when he met with the accident, it's over..it's completely over..everything is so clear to them now..like broad day light..now they know exactly what happened and why he met with the accident..the curiosity is over..concern has gone right out of the window..they have totally made up their mind..there is simply no point narrating the whole story now, telling them that the high beam lights from the vehicles in the opposite lanes blinded him and that he missed the deep pothole on the road on to which his bike went in and went out of control face planting him on the road mercilessly...they are so over this..they will listen to your real story..but simply out of courtesy, these stories are like bouncers which goes over their head which is already convinced that he had this accident only because he was drunk..insensitive fucks!!!..
..i can't believe why people are so stereotypical...i guess its the same with everyone, everyone who can't think out of their beliefs..everyone who is cast into these social/religious skeletons with gestated delusions..yeah, delusions of grandeur, that's what this is..well..now i don't plan to give more examples to prove my point, coz I think I have already made it and moreover made you realize it..and if i haven't, well, you can go fuck yourself..
..i think its high time a revolutionary doctrine that advocates destruction of the social system for its own sake rise up..oh c'mon damn it..even you want it..its just that, i said it..

Is there a Santa?

(from an engineering standpoint)

As a result of an overwhelming lack of requests, and with research help from that renown scientific journal SPY magazine (January, 1990) - I am pleased to present the annual scientific inquiry into Santa Claus.

1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about. .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.

This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.

5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecrafts re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion -
If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.

HOW TO TICK PEOPLE OFF

1. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.
2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors."
3. Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."
4. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.
5. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.
6. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."
7. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."
8. Practice making fax and modem noises.
9. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.
10. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.
11. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."
12. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.
13. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.
14. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
15. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."
16. Staple pages in the middle of the page.
17. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.
18. Honk and wave to strangers.
19. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.
20. TYPE IN UPPERCASE.
21. type only in lowercase.
22. dont use any punctuation either
23. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.
24. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.
    "DO YOU HEAR THAT?"
    "What?"
    "Never mind, it's gone now."
25. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.
26. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.
27. Ask people what gender they are.
28. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.
29. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
30. Sing along at the opera.
31. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.
32. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."

..y not articles..rather than bullshit..

..have you ever had that feeling when you are reading or watching something, that you have just struck on a great idea for a book or at least an article?..then you weave a small story around that single small thought..a scene comes in, an image of the thought..it gets clearer and clearer..you then bring in the protagonist..now you have started pouring in more and more people or may be not..you have a bigger story now..you think it's great..you want to now move out of your chair, from your comfort zone, grab a pen, open your notepad and write it down before you forget this brilliant idea for the starting of a book..but you can't move..you can't get up from your chair..you can't just move out of your comfort zone..then starts the legendary battle of choices..should i? or should i not??..but you have already made the choice even before the argument has ever started..u just cant move out of your comfort zone!!! thats an absolute blissful universal fact and hence you choose to sacrifice the thought, that idea of a story, which was a much convenient choice..ideas like this come everyday but not the time i can spend in this cozy armchair with its fluffy cushions around it..mmm..

..but dude..my friend..do you have any idea like what you have lost right there??..no, of course its not the bull shit story you were gonna end up writing..well, on second thoughts you might have well ended up writing a Booker piece..but thats not the whole point..its the chance that you have lost..a chance to feel what's it like to do things the heart's way..a chance to break all that you thought was unbreakable..a chance to realize what you really care about..a chance to solve a great mystery..may be the greatest in one's life..the chance to know who you really are and what you really want in this life or any other..

..well..i am not saying that writers great or not have found that meaning..but at least this is a chance and they have tried knowing this fact or not..and may be in the course of time they might have realized it..

..now tell me..can you feel it??..do u have that feeling now??..well what are you waiting for??..


..send me abuses..hehehe..

..oh dear! the end was just the begining..

..finaLLy my blog turns out to be so like my every other passions..
..it has lost its heat..
..like i have told you before, i get heated up passioned up all of a sudden into all sorts of weird crazy and normal things and one fine day they simply kick the bucket..the flames of passion for one are put out by the other..
..so the abscense of blogs from me all these time was simply an indication or result of the inevitable..but readers I have good news for you, this blog is here to stay..i have realized that this is one passion i wanna kindle all my life (fcoz until blogspot allows me dat is)..so i have proved myself wrong and have disappointed my ego and here i am back with a new blog reciting about my return..buhu hahaha..

..all in one day..

..some days r great n some r not..heylooo???..what did u expect dumb ass?like every day is gonna be a bundh or a hartal or a Sunday?
..but 2 b very frank i consider myself to be a very lucky person, more like a happy-go-lucky person..i have almost everything i ever wanted(except for Yamaha R1, Benz SLR/Veilside '02 Nissan 350Z , lotz n lotza money, X-Box/PS3, iPod touch, more money, u know, u get the picture)..n i was always grateful for all that i had...so most of the days are like very good 4 me only, like I'm always in a good n relaxed mood...ask ma friends n they'll agree that I'm kinda kewl n that they have never seen me lose it, ma kewl that is..n i have seen lotza ppl, u know getting pissed off everyday n then I'm like "c'mon yaar, take a chill pill, he meant like that not like this, you do this n you do that" n all..n suddenly i become the kewl GOD infront f him, n he is like "Gosh!!Vishnu u r THE man..i wish i was more like u"..hehe..OK..i admit it, he never says that..but u got the point..
..but something unprecedented happened today...THE KEWL GOD got pissed..that's me FYI (moron)..there are only a very few ppl alive in this world who can really piss me off(i'm not considering the bicycler who rides right through the center of the road in a zig-zag motion as if the road is owned by his Dad, the auto drivers who take 90 degree turns while at the center of the road just to avoid a plastic bag on his way, the road crossing pedestrian who is blind to any vehicle on the road but to the other end of it and the critically dumb walker crossing the road who will stop right infront of my vehicle and wont even budge even if i have stopped my vehicle completely..these bad ass fuckers always piss me off..(mom, I'm really sorry for using this slang word))..n these ppl who have the power to piss Mr KEWL GOD me off, happens 2 b the only ppl i really care about in this world
.. n they 4 some very silly stupid reason fights with me n I end up pissed..n towards d end f this u-r-about-2-piss-me-off conversation I'll b d bad boy who have hurt their feelings..I'll be d culprit 4 their sorrow..n whatever i say 2 defend just back fires..n they r all like "u know how much i care 4 u n this is what u do??" "i have considered u like this n this is what u have given me, so i shouldn't have considered u like that, I'm sorry"..n all senti drama starts rollin..SHIYAATTTT..HOLLLYYYYY SHIYYAAAATTT..gimme a break ppl..i can understand that once the emotional outbreak occurs its kinda hard 2 put a cork on it, its more like the effect u get by taking an anti-constipant when u were already having a loose-motion..(see, i really understand n can relate it too)...but think for a minute from my side too..I'm not the kind of person who can baby sit you, tell you every day twice in each hour that i love you very much and that i care 4 u, i cant be any ones' , i cant be any one's best friend or any just one's lover..it suffocates me..ONE is a big problem 4 me..(n thats one reason y i never was no:1 in college)..now this doesn't all go 4 d same person ok, pls don't get me wrong again..this is something I'm saying in general..n I'm not a person who shows ma affection by saying "i love you" or "i care 4 u", i say "i hate u" n i fight with them, make fun f them, them whom i really care about..that's d way I am..n like Reebok say's I am what I am..there's no changing it..(hehe, n i jus love d way i am too)..

....(after 15 mins f listening 2 music)....

..after blabbing all this shit out..I'm feelin kinda relaxed..I'm back 2 being d ChiLL MasTeR..d KewL goD i mean..hehe..its all about gettin ur vermin out f ur system..n datz one funda 4 a kewl life ppl..so take a chill pill, sit back n realaxxxxxxx...isn't that right spartan's??

Ahoo ahoo ahoo...

..n No again..(trek trek)

..N no!!!..I'm not gonna write a big fat blog narrating the great trekking experience i had recently..well it would be kinda obvious isn't it..n moreover some one else is gonna write it down..so what I'm gonna do is create a new entry with the title "Trek to Kalwerbetta - The Other Perspective" n put links to all the entries written by others on it..simple..someone has once said "life is full of simple complexities and complex simplicities"..isn't it?..

PS: if i get time I'll post ma account on it too..burp!!..fuck simplicity..

..no im not..

..like any other passion 4 me, it only bubbles up to the top when I come into that subject field..like, ma passion for guitar intumesces when i see ma guitar, same with blogging..i jus opened ma page n I'm like all passioned up 4 blogging..n hence d post..as a matter f fact i have so many stuff already in draft here in ma page, but never couldn't complete any (obviously!!! otherwise they would have made it to the blog before this ri8?)..don't you think its kinda funny when you say something trivial n then have to explain everything to all these pea-brains and then feel dumb about doing so??well that's just one funny part of life among "all the many" other funny things ri8?n dude,when I put a question mark to the end of a sentence,I'm not asking a question to you here and neither I'm waiting for your answer, i really don't give a shit to what u think, about anything..(like you care too)..
..anywayz, haven't you noticed how people are so concerned about what others are thinking about them, i know you also get too, like when you are out having food in your college canteen or your office cafeteria you think of what others sitting next to you or some where, who have just happened to notice you is thinking about, at this point you have already come to a conclusion that they ARE talking about you, you of all the people..bloody don't you even have the sense to realize that they are also thinking just the same..like what YOU are talking or thinking about him/her..they are not concerned about your bad hair day and even less for the pimple on your nose..(but your trousers' open fly can be a matter of serious discussion)...
..now realizing this fact can give immense power..not the open zipper dumb!!!..realizing that they are thinking about themselves and what you think of them, THAT fact..it's like knowing someone else's mind, n that gives you the ultimate power..so knowing this small thing at that specific particular time makes u all omnipotent for that moment...n yeah it's true that ppl do bitch about others when they r in group and happens to notice their subject f discussion passing across them..but it'll last only a few minutes, but for "the-conscious-4-no-reason" us its eternity, they don't any other thing 2 talk other than the most interesting n important me, me f all d insignificant ppl...n from the day i realized this, cafeteria is ultimate fun man!!!..hey,u should really come one day to ma cafeteria with me (obviously) to see this n have hell lotza fun..hmm..now that's not something which is possible for all ma fans from the US n Europe Geos..so I'll give you a small trick that you can try at you place..go 2 your place as usual, sit at your comfort zone, now try to get attention of some one who looks like your target f very big interest..look at the subject until u get his/her attention..now that you have got his attention, whisper something to your friend sitting with you(yeah, it's more easy n effective when you are with company, the more the merrier), ask him/her 2 look at your subject, then turn back after we r sure d subject have noticed this and then pass a small comment(not always necessary) and all of you together at once, laugh like your subject is sitting there naked wearing only a red turban on his/her head..n u can very well add more accessories to your subject for extra pleasure..n now check your subject's reactions n I'm sure it's gonna give you only more reasons 2 roll on the floor laughing..The only warning which comes with this is that, it will b more safer f u know the subject better..hehe..u don't wanna play this on d company CEO or d HR manager do u??..n trust me this is real fun..n those f u who have already tried this(I'm sure many have) won't agree less...

..yeah yeah d blog ends here..u can leave..

..n please don't ask me what kinda title is this for this entry..coz even i haven't got a clue..the moral f the story is "Don't Judge a Book by it's cover & don't judge a Blog by it's Title" (man, I'm good)..