Hi, this is Mr. White .He is a hefty fella the fattest of all my friends and wants to say a big "hi " to you. Ummmm that was all for the animated part of it. The thing that you see in the photo is my index finger dressed in white only cos he was found crooked by the Levi jeans manufacturers and as their new obsession with making things “straight” goes, they dressed him in white with plates on the either sides. You would understand the above lines only if you've seen the new Levi jeans add and would understand more only if u knew English. In short I have fractured my finger ...aab dubaara math puchana.
Now, all those coochie ku girls, please refrain from making any "How cute!!! " and "How sad!!" remarks about Mr. white. I am fed up with these words after a 5 hour long movie cum shopping session with a few ladies that I know in this sweet country of mine where adverse sex ratio is considered a problem once in a year when the census is produced in the parliament.
The guilt feeling that I am falling under to has resulted in reduction of my height and I find myself lot shorter than most of the charming ladies in Bangalore or should I say I have started noticing tall ladies. It has always been a habit of mine to sway away from the topic and you can expect a heavy dose of it if the post of mine is about random thoughts. Now let me tell you why I feel guilty. I feel guilty cause I saw 2 movies, back to back spending a total of 700 bucks in total. If you were a son of crorepathi that amount would not have struck you and you would have saved your self from fainting, now that is one of the advantages of being rich and being a son of crorepathi(height of stupidity) but then the peanut butter type of salary that I earn can only suit a frugal breakfast in the morning, a south Indian meal in lunch and a simple sabgi in the evening without extra paratha. I must have had the courage of Arjuna to go against the laws of savings and investing to spend so much in less than two days and the whole month of June is still left comprising of 4 more weekends and few trips to Chennai and of course a few underwear to be bought to replace the already torn stock of mine.
The first one being Pirates Of Caribbean .I am in no mood to write a review about nor am I in a mood to write a review about "Metro". I can only say that both the movies are good and both are put up in PVR where you can spend 200 bucks on each movie and reduce my guilt feeling. Now that my finger is fractured I cant even point fingers at others. However I wont let the PVR fellas go without blaming them for the price of tickets. I mean I cant get this into my head .Why are the tickets priced so heavily for renting out a 10,000 sq feet place for 3 hours to some 100 or 200 misguided souls who have a past time of watching movies. Like every kid who prays for the tooth fairy I read Bible and pray everyday and the first thing I ask in truly Hindi filmy style is "bhagwan aaj tak maine kuch nahi manga hain ... aaj main ek favour mangatha hoon. Pvr ke owner ko thodi aakal or tickets ke price me reduction de bhagwan ... ding!!!! " the imaginary bell rings. The best of all the movies is seen cheap. I saw “Cheeni kum” in Chennai for 10rs and the whole affair of watching a GREAT film cost me only 25 rupees. Ajjeb hai .....
Now I don’t know why people are so insensitive. I mean mocking at a guy with a broken finger is far more insensitive than puncturing the neighbors scoter tyres, the culprit being me in the latter incident. I mean they find it amusing. There is a crazy female in my work area who says she is crazy about the plaster and wants to hold my fingers tight. Such love showering incidents are not love showering in real they are incidents of vulgarity, violence and insanity of the highest degree. I tried changing her, I told her hug me tightly and give me the best “jadu ki ghappi”, I am in urgent need of some love, care and warmth but then she wants to squeeze my finger and wants to see me shouting in voice that might put Himesh Reshamaiya's painful songs to shame. Spoilt kids of today.
Anyways I have a conference call in another 10 mins with my onsite co-coordinator who herself is so sarcastic that when she is anxious and mad at something she can act as the most bitter medicine you would have ever tasted. So I am gonna taste her now and you people chill if I come out alive I shall write another blog .Till then .... keep burping !!!!! BURP !!!! .....
Now, all those coochie ku girls, please refrain from making any "How cute!!! " and "How sad!!" remarks about Mr. white. I am fed up with these words after a 5 hour long movie cum shopping session with a few ladies that I know in this sweet country of mine where adverse sex ratio is considered a problem once in a year when the census is produced in the parliament.
The guilt feeling that I am falling under to has resulted in reduction of my height and I find myself lot shorter than most of the charming ladies in Bangalore or should I say I have started noticing tall ladies. It has always been a habit of mine to sway away from the topic and you can expect a heavy dose of it if the post of mine is about random thoughts. Now let me tell you why I feel guilty. I feel guilty cause I saw 2 movies, back to back spending a total of 700 bucks in total. If you were a son of crorepathi that amount would not have struck you and you would have saved your self from fainting, now that is one of the advantages of being rich and being a son of crorepathi(height of stupidity) but then the peanut butter type of salary that I earn can only suit a frugal breakfast in the morning, a south Indian meal in lunch and a simple sabgi in the evening without extra paratha. I must have had the courage of Arjuna to go against the laws of savings and investing to spend so much in less than two days and the whole month of June is still left comprising of 4 more weekends and few trips to Chennai and of course a few underwear to be bought to replace the already torn stock of mine.
The first one being Pirates Of Caribbean .I am in no mood to write a review about nor am I in a mood to write a review about "Metro". I can only say that both the movies are good and both are put up in PVR where you can spend 200 bucks on each movie and reduce my guilt feeling. Now that my finger is fractured I cant even point fingers at others. However I wont let the PVR fellas go without blaming them for the price of tickets. I mean I cant get this into my head .Why are the tickets priced so heavily for renting out a 10,000 sq feet place for 3 hours to some 100 or 200 misguided souls who have a past time of watching movies. Like every kid who prays for the tooth fairy I read Bible and pray everyday and the first thing I ask in truly Hindi filmy style is "bhagwan aaj tak maine kuch nahi manga hain ... aaj main ek favour mangatha hoon. Pvr ke owner ko thodi aakal or tickets ke price me reduction de bhagwan ... ding!!!! " the imaginary bell rings. The best of all the movies is seen cheap. I saw “Cheeni kum” in Chennai for 10rs and the whole affair of watching a GREAT film cost me only 25 rupees. Ajjeb hai .....
Now I don’t know why people are so insensitive. I mean mocking at a guy with a broken finger is far more insensitive than puncturing the neighbors scoter tyres, the culprit being me in the latter incident. I mean they find it amusing. There is a crazy female in my work area who says she is crazy about the plaster and wants to hold my fingers tight. Such love showering incidents are not love showering in real they are incidents of vulgarity, violence and insanity of the highest degree. I tried changing her, I told her hug me tightly and give me the best “jadu ki ghappi”, I am in urgent need of some love, care and warmth but then she wants to squeeze my finger and wants to see me shouting in voice that might put Himesh Reshamaiya's painful songs to shame. Spoilt kids of today.
Anyways I have a conference call in another 10 mins with my onsite co-coordinator who herself is so sarcastic that when she is anxious and mad at something she can act as the most bitter medicine you would have ever tasted. So I am gonna taste her now and you people chill if I come out alive I shall write another blog .Till then .... keep burping !!!!! BURP !!!! .....
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