A letter to the un-boring yet not-so-interesting.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I get the feeling that my relative silence and laconic replies, in get-togethers of recent times is being misconstrued as lack of friendliness, or possibly as hostility. The truth, of course, is far from it.
These occasions brought together husbands, wives, mothers and fathers, the roles of people I don't quite identify with, at least not yet. They sat together and dicussed, expectedly, family matters, childbirths, weddings, teething troubles and such like. I would be retarded not feel the odd one out. For obvious reasons, these are matters alien to me. And I am sure an inappropriate response - the kind I take sadistic pleasure in - wouldn't have been appreciated.
Such as it is, the least I can do and the maximum that you can ask of me, would be beatific smiles, intermittent understanding nods, and answers to direct questions. Smile, nod, smile, answer, nod, nod.. would be a nice routine.
What would be a cruel joke, is to ask me to participate. For verbose though I am, in certain like-minded circles, what should I do here? Make up stories about my girlfriend's first child and her divorce from the drug addict?
This is not a fault of yours, its just who you are now. Indeed it was a learning experience, observing as I was, in amused detachment.
Sincerely,
Bored.
The Bhabhi. 'Hot' News. Get the full story.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
An entertaining star that she is, she was bound to be called a threat to Indian Society one day. The moral police doesn't seem to have fallen for her charms... so far. As always, it would to do you good to see greatbong 'nail' the issue.
Personaly, I'd rather not curb the individual rights of Deshmukh, Dextar and Mad. Not to mention, of the Bhabhi herself. The unimpressed few who stand horrified, should probably just stay away. Or perhaps, they could be handed over to the bhabhi herself. Surely, after her convincing arguments, they won't be as 'rigid' as before.
But, lets just leave all that to them and talk about the really interesting part.
Pschologists say that the excitement over Savitabhabhi is partly fueled by the suspense and anticipation, since the story is told page by page. One would have to wait about a month for the whole story to be told. This improves the impact of the story, even if the content might lack substance.
If it were true, and I suspect it is, the hack that follows, would be sort of a spoiler. But I don't care, for I can no longer bear to see fellow fans writhe in agony, hyperventilating and waiting for their daily fix.
No more, my friend, no more. The moment the first page of a story is uploaded, you can grab the whole story, despite what the creators want.
1. Open one page -> Right click on the image -> Copy image location
2. Paste the URL into a download manager (I use Free Download Manager)
The URL would look like something like this this:
3. Keep changing the number in the circled part and downloading the images till the story ends.Opening the images using such edited URLs, in the browser is not possible. You can ONLY download them. For better reading experience you can use sequential image display readers like CDisplay, which you can download from here.
Happy reading. May the bhabhi live on..
Bainsla ka Fainsla
Saturday, June 14, 2008
"I thank the Railway Minister as we are sitting on these rail tracks for 15 days. We will repair the railway tracks in whatever ways we can once we leave this place."
We all are very happy to have KSB & Co. as state guests. We loved the opportunity to host you so, by stopping trains and creating losses - 'Athithi Devo Bhava,' after all.
The talks our government and they, have had on the rail tracks have yielded a lot of progress. And unlike other ungrateful state guests he even graciously thanks the Minister for the hospitality. Ah, the humility. He will also clean up the heaps of waste and reimburse the government crores of rupees to make up for the losses.
Thank you Mr.Bainsla.
A sniff of the teabag
Friday, June 13, 2008
Much has happened, much except blogging. A whole semester is over, the last one of my engineering. Videos have been made, quizzes have been won. Tears have rolled, byes have been said. Hostel life has kissed me goodbye. Slowly I resign to a dull world, a world of bathing daily.
Drunk on Indian love, the mother has been feeding copious amounts of random stuff. I hear it makes some people feel loved. I don't feel anything, except when some weird bitter gourd 'delicacy' is dropped on to my unsuspecting plate. I can only begin to understand the layers of meaning in the accompanying, 'Hmpf'. Maybe it is the satisfaction of filling me with nutrients, maybe it is not-so-sweet revenge of all the troubles I have caused. One wonders.
At home there pretty much isn't anything to do, except trying to rein in the hostel bred language. Which leads me to my new-found respect for the word "Mannamkatta". It has served me well in these testing times, standing in, time and again as a substitute for the more colourful and popular M-Word.
A lot remains to be said. They might sneak their way out to the blog. Then again, they might not. Either ways, the unwritten will continue adding taste to the written. Like the teabag which never found its way to my stomach.
