Return of the Native

Happy New Year

2009-12-31T10:28:00.000-08:00

Wanna begin the year with this one Enjoy!

Ab ke sawan

2009-10-28T00:52:00.000-07:00

watch this for the most unsexy expressions that our Jumping Jack could ever muster:

And She Said This....

2009-02-08T04:32:00.000-08:00

This afternoon-perhaps on account of music-I perceived that I must slack off occasionally, or what is the good in being alive?

This led to a conversation with her, and this was how it went:

“I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?”

“Why, I think of nothing else!”

“I almost think you forget you’re a girl.”

“I’m 21. That is not so wildly girlish.”

*shit, I love her!

Current music: I surrender (Celine Dion)
Current mood: tranquil.

Salvation

2008-12-29T06:33:00.000-08:00

Her picture keeps recurring in my mind, and our first meeting in the ambience of a twilight evening redolent with the odor of books. The thought of salvation at this hour brings masturbation to mind with a simple-minded desire, and to rid my mind of this irrepressible urge, I return to a corner of the room, as was my wont, but after a while I realize I couldn’t jack off…….proof well enough that I’ve fallen in love after three years.

Current music. Broken wings (Creed)
Current mood. In love

SRK loves his dogs!!

2008-11-26T04:14:00.000-08:00

‘Still Reading khan’, one increasingly catches hold of the attitude that flows like an undercurrent. The attitude that Mr.Khan so brilliantly camouflages towards his audience or his self proclaimed fans. And it is this. No offence meant, but it hardly comes across that this guy has any respect for the audience; he seldom seems to pay an importance to these creatures. His treatment of the audience made up of individuals whom he considers as his inferiors is highly crystal, and doesn’t every actor feel the same way, after all we pay to watch them. It would not be an understatement if I say that every actor who says that he loves his audience is actually telling the truth coz certainly he loves them as he loves his dogs, and one Mr.Khan loves his dogs a tad too much!

Current music: Flying steps....in d arena

Current mood: great

A Random Wish

2008-11-07T07:47:00.000-08:00

For three days I had been considering what I should do, and still more what I should say? I had invented a dozen imaginary conversations, in all of which logic and eloquence had procured me a certain kind of victory. How I wish the past still existed here and I could simply come and visit it and have a cup of coffee with it when I was tired of the present.

Current music: Numb ( Linkin park )
Current mood: good

That thing you do!!!

2008-10-22T03:31:00.000-07:00

“ And she was doing this to me. What pain it gave me to think that she was showing favor to a contemptible, clumsy and sulky booby like him. He was always in pursuit of her and I had to cross him everyday. I would have felt miserable whomsoever she had favored but a worthier object would have caused me a different kind and degree of distress. And how she held him……now with encouragement, now with discouragement, now almost flattering him, now openly despising him, now knowing him very well, now scarcely remembering who he was……and all this when I was watching her……..”

Dus ka Dum

2008-09-26T01:29:00.000-07:00

I barely sleep more than four hours a day. It has become a part of my living ever since puberty I think. I usually end up hitting on something much better and productive than sleeping, but things have changed in the old city. I manage to sleep at best six hours and that’s coz of mom.
Being a single child of my parents, I never understood the meaning of sharing but I’ve craved for a sibling all my life, especially a little sister. Its too sad that I cant ask mom and dad for that gift moreover mom has crossed her child bearing years.
Once I was caught watching a porn flick and not to mention the series of lectures which followed that incident. Almost every fortnight dad would take out time to make me understand the complexities of the sexual act. It was too embarrassing to here it straight from the horse’s mouth!!
I’ve always loved women and will continue to do till my last.
I was voted the best looking guy of my batch in college, however I hardly had a relationship then. I was too busy flirting and studying. Yes, you heard it right I managed to score good grades.
I go crazy for women who put in additional effort to hide their sensualities. These are the women who are sexy in all aspects.
I don’t believe in true love anymore.
I don’t have any regrets today for the kind of life that I had once lived. I wanted one person to be happy. She is happy but with somebody else and I still want her to be mine.
I know there’s still time but I don’t wanna sons but just one daughter. Girls are the best creatures on this earth.
Some day I would like to write a book.

This isn’t much of a tag but I would like Amit and Deepika to share their secrets with the rest of the world.

Current music. Black night ( Deep purple )
Current mood. Much better

The Pecker Tales

2008-09-17T00:20:00.000-07:00

The weather looks threatening and I feel cold and numb. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have a warm body besides me, cosseting me from the cold, holding me tight, and lulling me into paradise. My desires are anything but carnal; its just that “touch” which makes all the difference. With every minute as the night goes more darker and colder the more I crave, long, and pine for that warm presence.

Pretty faces have ceased to hold my pecker up, I’ve almost forgotten its existence, and it remains dormant on better occasions. No regrets though. There’s nothing extraordinary about owning a pecker and its more likely to shame you with a public erection. Those episodes are now passé for me, and when people discuss it, my eyes have a lot of rolling to do.

But the old city seems to have refined my life to a large extent. No cigarettes, no alcohol, and no random sex, its life in a brand new package and I’m still unwrapping its multicolored gifts. I’m astonished at my savings, and how a simple act of not indulging in sex has brought down my worry quotient.

One of my work mates actually said, “ dude you need a Viagra.” He thinks I’m yet to be a ‘deflowered guy’, and keeps saying things like, before age comes calling, and the spirit starts drooping, I need to throw my seed on as much soil as possible. Poor fella even tried to arrange a date for me and I acted so cold that the chick thought I was a psycho or something, and I allowed her to toy with that idea for sometime before taking leave. And off late I’ve grown allergic to girls in jeans. You may call me an MCP but I cant help it.

The curtains have begun to flutter and the wind’s howling outside. It strangely reminds me of that dusky girl I saw at the bus stand today, trying to cross a puddle; careful not to smear her salwar, lifting it a little, as much as propriety allowed her and then crossing it with much elegance as a handful of peckers looked on.

You think I still need a Viagra?

Current music. Breaking the habit ( Linkin Park )
Current mood. Pining

The Tag-Maker!

2008-09-08T02:33:00.000-07:00

Sitting in the office these questions popped into my active brain compartment and I thought them to be worthy enough of creating a tag!! I really miss my ex-blog; ever blooming with tags and related stuff. So this is going to be a tag about blogs, yes the blogs that you own!! So lets get started!!

1. How many posts-old blogger are you? ( To be written in words )
Um a fresher so its just Three and I hope to add at least a single zero beside it.

2. What’s the title of your very first post? ( To be linked )
Well its, My Debut Post, and there’s no need of linking it. Just scroll a cm for the treasure. I’m defying my own rules ;)

3. Do you remember your first commentator? ( Profile to be linked )
I wish this should’ve been KBC!! Hurray! I do remember! I do take my memory pill. Being a fresher always helps. Thanx Deepika for commenting!

4. On a scale of 1-10 rate each of the bloggers on your respective blog-rolls. ( In alphabetical order )
This wudnt be a problem for me, coz I assume only one out of the four on my blog roll actually read this precocious stuff.
Abhinav – This guy makes me laugh and therefore there would not be any rating, just a hats off to his humor!!
Abhishek - Slapstick humor specialist. Certainly 8.
Bishwanath- Journalist paaji. 9 comes your way.
Deepika- The solitude seeker, writes bouncer posts with a wry sense of humor, here’s a 9 for you.

5. The number of times that your blog has undergone skin grafting? ( To be written in words )
Zero.

6. Link the fellow bloggers who feature on your g-talk list in green and the fellow bloggers whom you have met in person in blue.
N.A

7. A fellow blogger, who you think should become a politician?
Abhinav. Coz we are hungry for more laughs.

8. Any blogging quirks?
Yea only one, I cant blog on a desktop, I need my lappy for blogging. Hamesha.

9. Which of these comes to your aid when you go bankrupt about things to blog?
a. love
b. sex
c. friendship
d. random thoughts
e. past experiences
f. home truths
g. music
h. others

10. And you are tagging?
Deepika.

So readers those ten were my creation and this time i’ll be tracing the extent of this tag!!

Current music. Numb ( Linkin Park )
Current mood. Creative.

The Old City

2008-09-07T00:32:00.001-07:00

I look around. There are no high rises. The city is denuded of landmarks. There used to be an eerie silence, now its reduced to the dull drone of the air conditioner. There is noise but its so unlike the brain numbing acoustics of a metro-politan setting. These sounds of the old city don’t seem noise to me. It’s a blissful state of sound, swaying between the frequencies of noise and silence. A state of sound that ensures harmony within thyself. A harmony that I had left behind, but kept on searching for it, miles away from its origin. I’m back to where I belong, and it is this harmony which comes with the sense of belonging that shapes our personalities and it has shooted up my quotient of job satisfaction. Three months in the old city has given success, contentment, and above all, an assurance that there are people around me, who care for me, and are forever willing to shroud me from the gusts of ill wind.

For me Bagalore was nothing, but an incessant fumbling with clothes and breasts, and a constant effort on my part to first avert and then offer a pair of parched lips to make up for a character chosen according to others’ whims and fancies. Strangely I felt like that Keating fella of The Fountainhead. The only respite was that there was no Roark in the vicinity, and I continued to fuck life in the hole. Period.

However, things are so settled in the old city. Away from pretensions and the “ I, Me, Myself ” syndrome that bugs most of the inhabitants of the metros, and this life, where I can flaunt my actual character without faking is enough for a healthy sustenance. To be able to wake up every day with the sunlight streaming in through the windows and the bliss of leaving for office before fifteen minutes and not worrying about snarl ups can only happen in the old city.

Couldn’t have asked for a more welcome change. I’m in love with this new and slow pace of life.

Current music. Hotel California ( Eagles )
Current mood. Tranquil.

My Debut Post

2008-09-06T09:55:00.000-07:00

After two years of self-imposed isolation from the blogging world, I’m finally back. I couldn’t have found a better title than “ the return of the native ”. Having blogged at livejournal under a pseudonym of “ the hawk eye ” for a span of two years, returning to this much familiar space was inevitable. But, having said that it must be reiterated that nothing can match the charm of blogging during college days. Gang-blogging was what me and my mates indulged at and excelled at. Virtual existence was never the same again. Blogs became a kind of placebo in our screwed and fucked up lives.

Things are not the same now, the blogs of my mates remain abandoned, screaming for attention but the owners are fucking busy to mind an update. My ex-blog however didn’t meet a similar fate, coz I wiped its very existence. The deletion came under a moment of extreme frustration and that was an attempt at saving my *** coz the company I’m currently engaged to decided to check us out in the LAN. That was a silly rumor that was making rounds in our department, and I was foolish enough to bank on that one. But I really miss the incessant bitching about our profs. These guys never got tired from making our lives hell!!

And after spending six years away from my roots, I’m back to the place where I belong and this place absolutely defines me. I mean in terms of geography. Gawd this isn’t the Bhubaneswar that I had left behind, it seems to have fancied itself.

This seems to be enough for a debut post I guess, but I promise enough entertainment for the dayz ahead, so chao for now guys.

Current music. All she wrote ( Firehouse )
Current mood . Nostalgic