peadophile

no we're not talking about michael jackson kind of peadophilia....
we are talking about a different kind.... a different person, and a different situation.

umm...... there are these bunch of rascals (incase one of them is reading ...i did the mistake of passing on the link...and getting laughed on) who have become very good friends in the last few weeks..... it all started when i decided that instead of getting drunk every night of the puja(like the last year and the year before that) this time, i would get drunk only once..... with people i have met for the first time....and who are both atleast 3 years younger than me....

what followed was a cold night in the pandal, smoking and talking about random shit.... then the superfuzz show and a non drunk smoking bluff party...with two non bluffers sitting next to me....and meeting 3 more anonymous guys.... (younger again)....
so here it was.... on a table - with 6 packs of cigs, one pack of tobacco, 3 pipes, i guess two match boxes, one katori turned ashtray full of water, two packs of cards (or were there 4??)one bowl of dal and some bread....... was this chick and pokey, bonny, tintin, akash, andy, kshitij(or shitij), and adi...playing cards through the night..... cheating and laughing......doing stomach crunches in the morning. and wrestling till the bed decided that it would give up soon......almost getting adi caught coz the chick lost her earring and then accidentally left her skirt on the sofa.....and ofcourse we talked...... there was chai and paranthas that followed....
diwali night (meeting joy...the anti fem, pink floyd guy)....one crazy new years night and then well....rest is history..... i now have an official second home and a semi third home....


SO HERE IS THE BUNCH
Me a.k.a aparna.... the fatty ...who cannot play football but decided to learn it yesterday

FOLLOWED BY the assholes....in order of appearance...

TINTIN: a.k.a TITS...my dearest brother who every body calls "bhencho*" evrytime they wanna have a laugh at me....

PRASID: a.k.a POKEY... who i thought was the sweet obedient neighbourhood boy....till he started calling me bulldozer...umm i have been promoted to being called the roadroller.







1. BONNY: a.k.a. BONes a.k.a. Sharad.. who should be in the guiness book of records for the most broken bones in different bizarre accidents without the use of formula one....with two near death experiences and a crazy hairdo which looks non-gay only when its dirty.PERVERT OF THE FIRST ORDER







2. ANDY : a.k.a the tampon a.k.a whose face looks like a blow job. a.k.a "the pangla andie"(forgive me please...they made me do it i promise...they made me write this....i was about to write all good things about you)...who is the laziest ass i have seen after agomoni banerjee... who cheats the most in almost any game he plays... who has an annoying habit of saying "nuthin!!" and getting a grin on his face (grynch like...the most striking resemblance ever after jim carrey) smokes pipes...oh yeah....and he is photo/homo-phobic SECOND ORDER PERVERT....




3. JOY:... a.k.a tintin A.k.a ganje (namesakes!!) the most sane headed... sweet, guy i have ever met... well he is single and not gay (atleast pretends to be homophobic). plays amazing football and counterstrike. who shrinks (quite literally) at the slightest feminine
   
   touch....was a sight to see when someone flying kissed him (guess who!! no prizes)..who, believe me, actually told the hot models of auto expo to get off the bikes from their "sexy poses" coz they were spoiling the piks of the bikes..INNOCENT ...POOR GUY CANT HELP IT...
   

these guys are anime crazy...have got me.... looking forward to going back home early ..watching futurama...wanting to play football... having beer twice a week.... sneaking out of home or stayinng out till 11..or even staying over.. laughing at all the peversity... being myself.... aah love these "kids" ....i get along with them well.....i guess...or maybe i never grew up myself.... peadophile???

me bad....

i have been a really really lazy blogger off late....
i guess the charm is for some reason gone.....why would that be??

THEORY 1
i may have decided to not look too much into myself.... not that i write whatever i look into .....but atleast writing makes u begin that....too much intro/retro-spection. Its like this age old formula...(strictly speaking for myself) when i being writing, it always starts with.....ahem,(surprize!!!) the first line..... it may or may not mean anything...and believe you me.....it generally never means anything apart from some random shit of an idle mind.(come to think of it....i have really started typing fast). Thereon....the process continues....i start thinking then...."ohkay! now that i have written that shit....y did i??" complete random'dom'?? (i know its 'ness')...

ohkay so back to the topic of conversation (between??) there might be another reason of not writing.... as someone put it.....i may not be as "unhappy" as i should be in order to write... really?? or maybe truer than the first reason....atleast i like to think so. i am not "unhappy"..... I am definitely satisfied with whats going on. or am i? ok, considering that we are thorough believers of relativity...i am a lesser "unhappy" person.....so that makes me ......ummmm two negatives equals positive.....ummmm..... happy (considering that the words "lesser" and "unhappy" are negative in mathematical forms)!!!!!

-or i may have become a sadist when it comes to my life....

-OR maybe i am too much of an optimist...i refuse to look at the sadder sides of life....

NOTE: THE ABOVE TO POSTULATES WERE MERE SUB REFERENCES TO THE BIG PARA OF HAPPINESS AND UNHAPPINESS

THEORY 2
newer theory...
i may have lost the zest to write......poetry (some may not agree), random writings, thoughts ...maybe they dont take forms and shapes in my mind anymore....

THEORY 3
I may have got busy with so much work that i had to, had to quit writing. afterall im in nift...there is a career to catch up on... (naah!!! not likely)

THEORY 4
i have too many friends... i just chat chat chat, jabber jabber jabber......ummm makes sense....im a chatterbox .....'twas proven at the age of 1 and a half year old aparna

THEORY 5
THE MOST OBVIOUS....
i dont have an internet connection anymore, i cant write sitting in dad's office (i dont get an oppurtunity to find it completely empty like today) i do write and end up tearing my writings in anger.... and so, if and when i do get a connection at home....i will start writing again.....
:P
so much for now.....love