Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Okay! As I had PPSed in the last post, we have started jogging! 'We' means me and three other roomies. Another is being a bourgeois and mocking us. Man, see you after we develop 6 packs out of the one big sack! Cry your hear out then! We started on a Sunday morning. 7:30. Late? Not by the standards of folkses who wakes up at 11 on a Sunday! Moreover, I felt an urgent need to educate my friend regarding the nature of a typical Indian and intolerance that exists among our people the night before that. After my rhetoric was over it was nearly 3. Anywho, we started towards the park. Walking. Some nasty dogs around our place. Didn't want to disturb their romantic antics. More on the dogs later. When we reached the park we found some construction going on there. Bad omen? We jogged towards another park. Pretty girl alert. We stopped. Panting like dogs. Not good. Started jogging away as fast as possible. "How many rounds are we going to run?", asked JC. "Me thinking...

Title alludes to a brilliant song by The Smiths. You can find it at the bottom of this post. A brilliant song about a loser, single guy. I hope it makes sense at the end of the post as well. I never thought seriously about getting married. Thought, yes. Thought like what would I be doing if a bunch of cannibals caught me and put in a big cauldron to make a stew. Nothing concrete. But me in a distant land (any place 10 KM from home is distant!) seems to ring alarm bells in my parents' head. Fortunately, I am blessed to have a nice cousin, who is a self-proclaimed romeo and working in the film industry, dilly-dallying with the babes. Furthermore, he is a certified flirt machine by the family. So the attention is on him and everyone's scared he would land a babe unacceptable to the family. Right now, I have successfully thwarted all the advances my parents made regarding a couple of proposals by the following rebuttals: 1. I am too young! 2. I won't do anything stupid! 3. I ca...

Last weekend was yet another house boat trip. We went to Ernakulam for our ex-roomies wedding and arranged a house boat in Alappuzha. This trip did not offer the kind of pleasure that the previous trips did. We ran late and were pretty tired almost all the time due to the constant travel. Also, the gang itself was not the cohesive unit one would desire. Still it offered a lot of insights into the head of ordinary, average guys. A small excerpt (a bit exagerrated!) from a drunk conversation at the middle of the night. Docked boat. Not so well behaved mosquitos. Vennilla Chandankinnam in Punnamada kayal (seriously!). All names numbered to keep anonymity. G3 is exceptionally well mannered and nice boy though!;-) Guy 1: I was really hoping to score a chick in this trip. Guy 2: Hmmm. Guy 3: Huh? G1: I have no hopes on others. Only you two. G2 and G3: (thinking) O rly? G1: We should have called some one. G3: Santhamma? G1: Yeah...an 18 year old Santhamma... G3: We would have probably ended u...

Long and devious rant ahead. Before further ado let me say that the title of this post has been shamelessly ripped from a cool movie Run Lola Run . Hmm...may be I will watch it tonight...expose Dinkan (my roomie) to yet another torturous past time of mine. I have already started the slow poison method by putting on some "acceptable" music at midnight (ala Rock On, Avial, Rabbi), which will gradually graduate to Metallica, Iron Maiden etc. Another change I have induced in almost all my roomies is reading. One guy refused to change. So we kicked him out of the house. He decided to go one up on us and get married next week. Poor dude. (P.S: All the best!) The reading material ranges from "Men are mars, Women are from venus" to "The White Tiger" with "Alchemist" and "Colour of Magic" thrown in. (P.S:Note to self. Should read the three unread books. Its a matter of shame now!) Another important change is that a couple of them have changed to...

Wow! Never thought that old boy Kafka was a fun guy! I read Kafka's Metamorphosis and became a fan of his morbid visions of humanity. For me, he came out as this depressed guy. I guessed the reason was his tuberculosis. Apparently not! The man had a stash of all sorts of hardcore porn! Some of which beyond the acceptable "norms"! Check it out! Got this from Boing Boing. Check it out for the cool book cover!

Disclaimer: The following is post a compilation of some mad ideas that cropped up in my head after a very heavy dinner from Park Rajadhani. Any resemblance to any women living or dead is entirely coincidental and a fabric of the reader's imagination, even if it somehow became true! What was God thinking when he made women? May be he thought, men needed to have an ultimate question for which when the answer is found, the question simply changed! Some snippets I have observed over a long period of time. Nothing personal, some general observations. The 'She' does not in anyway encompass the entire female race! She: He is too cute. I don't like cute guys. She: If only he was cute... She: He is so serious. I like guys who are playful. She: Will he ever grow up? Always playful and childish. She: He does not talk much. I like talkative guys. She: God! Please! Will he ever shut up??? She: I don't like guys who constantly attend to me. Don't they have a life? She: I like...