Disposable blahs

The last post was number 490 according to Blogger. 4+9+0=13! The bloody number strikes again for me! My dislike for 13 (rather the vice versa) is well documented and I refuse to elaborate!

The sentimental post I did couple of days back on going to Goa. Read it? Well...the trip didn't happen! It would be fair to say it almost happened! Nearly a 100 KM away from Goa, mother nature decided to intervene and shut us down for good!

We were stuck in some god forsaken place. Lucky for us, the halt was made near a drive-in restaurant and food was plenty! But being stuck in a bus for a whole day ain't fun, especially if its pelting dogs, cats, and a few other animals! To cut a sorry story short, we reached back in Bangalore on Satuday morning instead of Goa on Friday morning, after starting from Bangalore on Thursday night!

We drowned our sorrows in Friday night. I have this allergic reaction which has forced me to abandon my hell-bent-for-leather attitude to drowning sorrows, so I am still pretty morose. Bah!

Going to make some green tea to drown my sorrows! Ciao!

P.S: To the three idiots who made it to Goa without us: Goa ain't same without us! You better come when we go the next time!

At first, we were like...

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Sigh!

Why is the beer bottle so slender? I think its a deconstruction of the fact that you get a pot belly after a few beers over a period of time. Ah well, I should be taking a few sit ups! Ciao. P.S: I should be remembering the following cartoon before I start a fight with someone. Ciao again. (toon courtesy: xkcd )

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His new film, Rithu (Seasons), is a buddy tale that blooms in the changing social and emotional landscape of a small south Indian town. Three childhood friends, who grew up in the same neighborhood and went to same school and college, weave up their dreams about life together. Sarat, Varsha, and Sunny were inseparable in their love, bonding, and innocence. Sarat and Varsha grew fond of each other, in a more internal and less physical manner. Sunny is more like a brother to Sarat. To raise money to achieve their dreams, Sarat leaves for California to live and work. The other two take up jobs in Bangalore. Three years later, they return to the throes of their changing hometown. After an emotional reunion and a sweet build-up of hopes, each finds that beneath their camaraderie, they had actually outgrown their old selves. via movies.rediff.com My cousin is working on the post production of this movie and he is raving about it. His ravings and my tastes sometimes co...

Amused

Just went through the movie Shatranj Ke Khiladi ( Satyajit Ray ) came upon the following dialogue. Very Amusing and Educational to say the least! :-P Some British Officer: Also dresses up like a Hindu God, I'm told. His Junior: Yes, sir. He also composes his own operas. SBO: Doesn't leave him much time for his concubines......not to speak of the affairs of state. Does he really have 400 concubines? HJ: I believe that's the count, sir. SBO: And 29 muta wives. What the hell are muta wives? HJ: Muta wives, sir. SBO: That's temporary wives. HJ: Temporary wives. - Yes, sir. A muta marriage can last for 3 days, 3 months or 3 years. Muta is an Arabic word. SBO: -And it means temporary. HJ: No, sir. SBO: - No? HJ: It means, enjoyment, sir. SBO: Oh! Oh, yes. I see. Most instructive. Powered by ScribeFire .

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