Ahhh Women...

I am sick and tired of writing absolute crap on my blog to the extent that i have stopped forcing people to go read it now... I value other's time a bit too much and asking people to stop by something I myself don't like reading afterwards - well, its better to not make them read it than have to listen to all sorts of statements like "Why the eff do you even write?", and "You must think I'm too vella to read what you just made me read - well surprise!! I have a life.. You get one too"... Ok, no, no one really said that (THEY BETTER NOT) but I'm sure these are the sentiments of some of them. Anyways, point is, I'm trying my level best to get over the Writer's Block I have had to face for quite sometime now.

Women. Women. Women.

What was God thinking before creating one? I mean I like the whole physical package and all; I'm talking otherwise.

OMG!!!!!!!! Before I continue, I would like to share with you all this very vital piece of information. I just googled 'Women' and you know what the wiki snippet says?? LMFAO... Behold gentlemen coz this is funny. Woman - Wikipedia encyclopedia - "in mature women, the breast is generally more prominent than in most mammals; this prominence, not necessary for milk production, is probably at least partially the result of sexual selection". :D :D I wonder what they'll say for men. Probably - "In mature men, the breast is generally NOT prominent than in most mammals". NOTE : The stress is being laid here on 'generally'. :D

It also gives an image of a naked woman on top right corner with the label as "A woman in her 20s". And I thought wiki and google were nudity-free.

Turning away from the physical characteristics, lets make an attempt to throw some light on the way women are (I was planning to go for "why women are the way they are, but soon realized that not only is it outside the scope of this blog, it's also way outside the scope of what my dear brain can ever process). Although, its not safe for me to write this one publicly. Going by the number of female friends I have, I'll probably be dead before the next sunrise.

Now, its a well known fact that the narcissist factor of a female sexuality is a very dominant one. "Mirror mirror on the wall, who in the land is fairest of them all". Isn't that what the queen asked the mirror? Never before has a guy come even close to understanding the obsession that women have with the mirror. And i seriously doubt it'll ever happen in the centuries to come. But just WHY do you women have to spend so much time looking at yourself? WHY do you have to deck up so much before going out just ANYwhere? I think a girl looks much more beautiful without putting any make-up. And I'm sure most guys would agree. No I'm not saying don't get your manicures and pedicures and your eyebrows done and waxing et al. (eww it'll be gross if you don't get that done) but other than that, just put on a nice dress and that's it.

An advice for all committed ladies out there - you don't necessarily have to don the shortest skirt you own while going out with your boyfriends. They love you for who you are and NOT for how well you dress up while going out. And if he does, well, he's naught but a loser, a douche-bag and a worthless piece of shit and you should seriously start considering other much better options rather than wasting your precious time (I'm single btw ;)). You see, life's too short to be spent being with someone who doesn't deserve you. NO MATTER how much you "love" him (or think you do).

Moving on.

Ever had to wait for your girlfriend when you were to go for movies or lunch or dinner or whatever? OF COURSE you have. I fail to understand just why why why why why can they never be on time, like EVER??? I used to think that maybe its some IST funda. Maybe the IST invariably runs 45 minutes behind schedule for you guys, but I have just come to realize its a worldwide phenomenon. The day a female is less than 20 minutes late, you just thank your stars Mister. I remember once I had to meet this friend of mine for the first time. First date. I reached CP at 12 and called her up when I was told she'll be there in 5 minutes. She turned up at 1.15. The reason? When she told me she was in the metro, she was actually arguing with her hostel warden to let her go. Then she went back, changed, took a metro from civil lines and finally met me at 1.15!!!!!!! Does the time actually run slow for you guys or your moms didn't teach you right to read time off a watch? Or is it the chemical processes going on inside your brains that prevent you from realizing what time is it? Huh?

Enough said.

Shopping is something I would not touch since I have devoted one whole post to it earlier which can be found here. Trust me. NOT a very good experience.

I'm going to watch Blue movie today - wait that came out totally wrong. Let me rephrase. I'm going to watch the movie 'Blue'. Sounds better. Although I've heard its like watching Discovery Channel with FTV in between :D

But I digress.

Okay, since I have to pick up Miss Sunshine in 45 minutes and I have to take a shower as well before that (see, THAT's what I'm talking about. Take a shower, get ready, pick her up from a place 15 minutes way from here - all in 45 minutes - That's how we do it), I'll end this post here although there are many more things I would like to discuss.

But the crux of the matter is that women are women. They always were like this. They always will be like this. And no matter how hard we try, we can never really understand why they are the way they are. And after all, who really wants them to be different right? Coz we love 'em for what they are, we hate 'em for what they are. We get irritated by the smallest of things they do, we also love those things at the same time. We might crib about how different they are, we adore them for that very thing. And lets face it - we can't live without 'em.

Mussourie or Mussoorie?

After much contemplation, going through over 200 different templates for my blog, uploading and re-uploading and changing and re-changing them, I finally decided to go with this one. Also, I finally changed the blog title.

Anyhoo, it was minor time again. It was the daily "Where to go for dinner tonight" meeting in my room, and like the countless times before, the same issue was raised - "Shame on us for not being able to go on an out-station trip in 2 years." But it was different this time because 2 hours post this conversation, we were in the car driving to Mussourie. Now I'm not very sure if its Mussourie or Mussoorie. Google gives both, but I'll go with Mussourie coz I like it better.

So, after giving it much thought (or NOT), the 4 of us decided to miss all the exams in the 2 days to come and packed our bags for a 29 hour trip to Mussourie. Yes, 29 only. I could not have missed the last exam. Degree at stake people. I pity poor Stud_Launda. Had to drive for around 10 hrs out of the 15 hrs effectively that we drove. Rest was done by me. Kallu was the navigator and well, Keeda was the useless tag-along that we carried around with us in the car. All the asshole did was sleep and eat and drink and smoke while lying on the back seat. Buhloody unproductive dickhead. So the next road trip that we have, he's going to contribute something. If not anything else, he'll at least be my bitch for the whole trip.

Delhi-Dehradoon-Mussourie-Kempty(Campty) Falls-Dehradoon-Delhi all covered in 29 hours. A car, smoke, scotch, beer, music, 4 people, awesome weather - Bliss!! What was the point of going out for just over a day? So much travel, tiredness? Well, in one word - FUN. Though 2 of us ended up missing out on 2 exams each, and I ended up fucking up mine big time (Imagine yourself hanging upside down from the ceiling. Then imagine the most brutal, most merciless rape that you can. That is what I went through in that one hour of the exam. One-buhloody-hour) and also fucking up my already-screwed-up-back but it will remain probably one of the best trips I went out on.

Just Like That

I would be branded as an idiot if people in IIT found out that I'm sitting at home since 2 days and 45 hours before the CV deadline watching TV, sitting online all day long and well, blogging. My Gchat is filled with people's statuses ranging from "21 years into 2 pages - well done seniors" to "only if u knew it all in the beginning, it wouldn't have ended, the way it will now...maybe or maybe not" and "Why don't you realize it can't get shorter than this" and I want to scream something like "Why the eff don't you compile a thesis of 21*365 pages - one for each pathetic day of your life huh??"

No, this post is not meant for venting out any thing. I come to you tonight because I'm bored and I don't want to look at that CV of mine. I'm bored of trying to sell myself off to the best buyer; bored of trying to make myself look like a ruby studded bracelet - orrrr... whatever, I'm just blabbing. I'm sure you get the point.

3 reminders in 48 hours that its my birthday in 15 days. Don't know what is the big deal about bdays anyways. Why be so happy when you know you are stepping into another fucked up year of your life, just having gotten out of one. Last year, I din't remember it was my bday in less than 5 hours until someone asked me about the plans. No, that's not boring. Just mature I think. When you know that birthdays are a cause for celebration not because you were brought to this worldly, mortal, pathetic existence on that particular day but because you are left with one less year of it. For me, just another day. Life ain't that pathetic after all. You see, I'm getting a new i20 on that day.

Saw a few scenes of P.S. I Love you today - AGAIN!! And before I knew it, I was tasting salty drops of water - AGAIN!! They should ban that movie. I don't even have to put in any effort to cry. They just flow, like they have a friggin' mind of their own. The only movie that makes me cry by the way.

I desperately need a haircut. My hair stylist at Madonna, the one I've been going to for the last one year, quit. And now I don't know what to do. I love my hair too much to be mutilated by some jackass. But I better get one before my mom comes back and sees the horrid state they are in. She's in Malaysia with my dad. A 4 day vacation. Good for them. I just hope they get me a Nikon D60. I highly doubt it though.

Shraaad and Navratras got over last sunday. And I was being a nice boy, not eating chicken for the whole 30 day period. And trust me, I felt like a chaste whore, abstaining myself from all worldly sexual pleasure, and there was no better feeling when I tore apart those 4 pieces of chicken at KFC on monday. Life without chicken can be a bitch, I tell you.

A friend of mine had her status as "My mom knows more hot guys my age than I do. Such is life". I bet her mom knows more hot females my age too, more than I do. And I guess I need to pay her a visit. Well, I guess anyone would know more hot females than I do, anyone who is not stuck in a world where the closest you'll come to a hot female would be at a distance of 10 inches from your face and a 14" laptop screen separating you from her, and your hand you-know-where and you'll wonder, what did I do wrong in my previous life to have to go through this, to have to suffer the curse of chastity for the four most what-could-have-been glorious years of my life. But like my dear friend said - "Such is life!!!"

Enough said.