Answer this...

Just one question:

If an NGO asks permission from the Director of our institute to set up a free condom vending stall inside the campus, knowing him as someone highly protective of tradition and at the same time always politically correct, would he say yes or would he say no?

Tagged!

Tagged again! Double whammy this time fundoome and souvik.

This reminds me of school, when I was this plump kid with super short legs and would get tagged in every game of chase or hide and seek. It almost made me believe that these games were invented so that everyone else could have fun at the expense of short fat kids. Out here too I guess I'm vulnerable to being tagged, but well, even back then I would huff and puff and desperately attempt to catch my classmates, all of whom seemed to be direct descendents of Carl Lewis. Here too I shall huff and puff and try to fulfill the desires of people who have tagged me.

The rules of the game

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.

Well here goes:

First I'll list the only two points for a perfect partner I had decided long back in school:

1. Should be cool enough to share a joke and a high 5 with me.
2. Should have no problems in touching my parents feet.

I still stick by these two points. But after school, life turned into a bitch, I decided to follow suit and got more picky and choosy about what I liked and what I didn't. Women are high on my priority list so I was pickiest and choosiest about them. Hence, continuing...

3. Should be a WYSIWYG kind of stuff.

No hidden agenda, no hidden layers of personality jumping out at the least expected moment to surprise and shock you. No Ogres are like Onions type funda.

4. Should be an optimist.

I'm almost a paranoid optimist (if such a thing exists). My favorite movie dialogue happens to be in 'Shakespeare in Love' :

Tom Wilkinson: "So what do we do? "
Geoffrey Rush : "Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well."
Tom Wilkinson: "How? "
Geoffrey Rush: "I don't know. It's a mystery."

So, I'm a firm believer in the fact that things mysteriously turn out well if you don't worry about them too much. Pessimism and pessimists spontaneously combust in my vicinity and I definitely can't have one as my partner.

5. Yes, if I haven't already made it very obvious, should love watching movies. Not someone who acts like an out-of-job film critic, going around telling everyone what was wrong with what movie. Someone who has fun watching a movie, period.

6. Someone who has a million watt smile. The kind that short-circuits away all your gloom.

7. Someone who is smart enough to appreciate the fact that I am hell smart.

8. Someone who is patient enough to live with a smart and narcissitic pig for a lifetime.

Hey, you stopped it just as I was having fun! Got lots and lots more to write.

And ya, my partner should most definitely be a female.

I tag arnav, guta, sunny, sudarshan, iyer, swati, dash and last but definitely not the least chhaavi.

I'm sorry you guys, but rules you see, and probably one of the rare opportunities I get to tag someone, be it in a school playground or blog sphere.

Sirf aur sirf ... ek chocolate ke liye!!!!

THE BACKGROUND:

Guta Singh, my wingie, ate a chocolate that I had been preserving for many many days. On discovering that my prized possession was now all gone, I guess I was a little harsh on him.

When I came back I saw this on his blog. Check out my reply and especially check out my hindi :D.

sirf aur sirf ..ek chocolate ke liye!!!!!!!!

@uddu..
do read sandeep rath's comment after this..

kaise kaise dost hote hain jo hote hain sirf aur sirf ......
ek chocolate ke liye
dhikkar hai unki jindagi pe jo hote hain sirf .......
ek chocolate ke liye
dost ne dost ko kuch bhi bak diya sirf aur sirf...........
ek chocolate ke liye
4 saal ki dosti pal me bhula di sirf aur sirf.....
ek chocolate ke liye
saala chutiya types roya sirf aur sirf .............
ek chocolate ke liye
bolta hai tune khaye..ab paise do, sirf aur sirf..
ek chocolate ke liye
saale ne sharm haya sab bech khaayi sirf aur sirf
ek chocolate ke liye


Maine bhi soch liya,rone do saale ko sirf aur sirf
usi chocolate ke liye.....
Nahin dunga ek bhi paisa....
us chocolate ke liye!!!!!! :D

MY REPLY:

aisa hua ki 3 din se tha aankh sek rahaa,
khaane ki chah ko daba ke baitha rahaa

lekin ek din, jab wapas ayaa karke apna kaam,
toh poore 100gm mein bache sirf 2gm,

sutte peene waalon, aisa laga ki aakhri sutte ko koi pee gayaa,
mere cadbury orange chocolate ko koi behrami se kha gayaa,

lekin dost, agar gusse mein maine ho aisa kuch keh diya,
dubara aisa na karoonga yeh maine pran liya,

to yeh dost tumhara hai maangta maafi,
ab hans bhi do gussa ho gayaa kaafi :D

A Day Ends

"Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do..."

I enter my hall of residence, back from facing the cruel world. Sometimes upbeat, sometimes low, sometimes hopeful, sometimes dejected. Squinting from the sun, I park my cycle.

"I came along, I wrote a song for you..."

I wave noncommittally at someone and walk in, thinking about all that needs to be done and all that I couldn't. I wonder if there would ever be an end to all this.

"..all things I have done."

I'm now in the bowels of my hall. My favorite C block, memories of an innocence long lost come rushing in.

"...drew a line for you."

I climb the stairs, the same stairs, so many years, 8 steps to the first landing 8 to the next. I open my room. My tasks for tomorrow stare at me. One more day ends.

"...all Yellow."

Thank you Iyer for providing me a soundtrack to my life in your innumerable practice sessions. Not always appropriate but always beautiful.

Keep rocking!