deluded rant: self made

a three course meal :

bread pizza
egg chowmein
sausages and scrambled eggs

with pineapple juice to go


a satisfied tummy.
a constant grin.
the smell of barbecue percolating in every wall of the room, all my clothes and even my pillow for at least a week more.

heaven.

whatever you're going through, its not worth dying.

swine flu, nibes and chowmein


so. yes. old news first.

swine flu came to manipal. yes.
people got infected.yes.
a student got infected. yes.
lots of post graduates got infected. yes.

did we get a holiday?



umm.



no.

the problem with medical colleges, is, that the dean is also a doctor.

and theyre not scared easily, be it swine flu or amy winehouse or even asia sarkar.


vibes 09

the poster for it shows joker(from the now famous batman movie) in a foggy background.
writing with lipstick :

vibes so serious...?
(seriously dudes. just because it rhymes doesnt mean it fits!)


as usual, with each year, the college fest t shirt gets worse and worse.

I just dont get it.
they put an inverted color MJ oh the back, show an umbrella a rain cloud and other crappy things and wrote something equating vibes with why(dude. just because it rhymes..... no wait. it doesnt even rhyme dammit!) that I dont remember(and I dont even wanna!)
that seems like a potential success from theory.
but they managed to make even that really really sucky.
and then tried to sell it for 225 rs.

anyway.
when a blank page was passed around with the following written on it : names for vibes T shirt

the batchmates came up with replies:

ugh!
argh!
awwwww.
not needed.
NAD
micheal jackson?!!
you aint got my size, I aint got your money
cant I just borrow yours?
no
it sucks!
T shirt- WHAT TSHIRT?!!!!
WTF??

and my personal favourite:

meanies!



a total of one person was actually willing to buy that t shirt.

you could have made the t shirt pink, drawn flowers on it, written gay revolution on it, and it would still sell more that what they tried.

I mean, come on.
even if you just wrote vibes 09 on the front, kmc manipal at the back people would buy it in dozens.

uh-oh. perhaps I said that too loudly.

they did that.

with one modification.

they put a huge line in front of vibes, now making it nibes (no, vibes?)

sigh.



ingenuity and good business sense:



not yours.definitely.


chowmein

have now made roommade chowmein.
which actually doesnt taste too bad.
so that, now increases the spectrum of my self sustenance cooking by a good huge margin.

thats one small step for man.
one giant leap for hostelfoodkind.






sigh.

your body is a wonderland

a friend and I were discussing.

why it would have been so easy if we had just taken commerce for our 10+2. because then...


1.we would have not had to study our asses off in school
2.or college
3.or later
4.by the age that we get our degrees in medicine, we would have been earning.
5.a shit load of money
6.which would be greater than a doctor's peak anyday.
7.all the 'cool' and non nerdy and hot girls are there.
8.we would have gotten laid.
9.we would have smoked pot by 17.
10.we would have gotten laid. multiple times.
11.we would be wearing low waist jeans and the same color of jockeys(we would own just one) everyday
12.we would have gotten laid.mutliple times.by multiple people.
13.medical students would be cursing our luck on how we manage to earn, have a girlfriend and enjoy life while they dont even have a degree.
14.we would have pubic hairstyles on top of our heads.
15.we wouldnt have been able to crib about anything and everything.
16.we would be in a drunken stupor right now.
17.and on muchloadsofweed.
18.we woulnt be cribbing about singleton.we would have said that it rocks.
19.and none of us would have a blog, unless it was ordered to us by our girlfriends.
20.oh!we would have girlfriends!
21.hot ones.



this guy took the right decision in 10+2





this guy took biology, it seems.





but you know. I still wouldnt trade my places with a commerce guy right now. thats because....
we may crib, but we have our pride(something only med students may understand)
huge self respect.
loads of money, someday, hopefully.
a future plan.
work enjoyment(not applicable to students)
emphysema and cirrhosis on a later stage of life.
straight hair.
mutiple pairs of underwear.

unless of course I get a hot girl in the exchange
then, toh..........


*this was a work of fiction and of multiple drunk medical students.
*not resembling anyone in reality and not made to make fun of others.
*unless you really DO have one pair of underwear and pubic hairstyles.
*dude. thats sick.
*eww.

Guest post : tumultuous suspension

so. yes. Im lazy.





and awesome.



hence, I got this awesome hot blogger woman to write for me.

a little background first-
she's hot.
lives in a metro.
has a huge house worth around a million bucks (frigging rich, in short)
has a swimming pool in that house.
also has a pool table.
and a tennis court.
and likes to hire beyonce for evening music.
also, she's hot.
and has promised to pay me 2000 rs for this.
and treat me to milkshakes.
yay.


so, here goes :


A heel scrape against the floor
A roll of tissue one just tore
A subdued cough behind the door
A silent phone on vibrate mode

Strange, but it does upset,
Innocent bathroom sounds
Are always suspect.




.........

short and sweet.


thats how a girl once described my............



little finger.

pervs.


I tried getting you all a picture, because she's so hot, but *privacy*

hence, the closest I got to was through google image search :




apparently she ended up with jackie chan, so, all's well and that ends well.



p.s. requesting guest posts from anyone and everyone who's interested !
including you, bongie/pongie

Independence never meant much : part 2

Chennai trip : the to be continued version



A. Sunday morning

there's something about brothers bonding thats just unexplainable. cant be written down. converted to shallow words.

and then again.

there's gloria gaynor.

I WILL SURVIVE.


best.song.for.singing.along.ever.


had breakfast. eggs and toast. brother dear has overtaken me on the art of cooking eggs. cheh.

aforementioned stud bhai, then bluetoothed sexy songs to aforementioned stud phone.


B. train trip to mangu


slept.

listened to songs.

slept.

helped an uncle wearing a red shirt with pinapples drawn on it(retro much?) carry his guitar off the train.

C. back to planet bad food

uncle then asked me where I was going.
then after a short conversation, offered me a lift to aforementioned college.

I expected a bike. or a cycle.

but then, it turned out, he had a huge big rich ass car with a huge rich big ass driver waiting.

*danger signs shooting around in brain*

when a rich uncle with a very avant garde dressing sense, offers you a lift in a car.

be scared.
very scared.

I was on guard for the whole journey.

but then.

I admit gladly.
I was wrong to.


no uncle touching. no inappropriate jokes from any uncle that day.

his name was kurien.
rich banker something who came to oversee some bank thing that only bank people have interest in.

he then proceeded to be extremely friendly in a non gay way.

told me things about things that I had no idea about.
about places to eat and drink in manipal I had never heard of.

and also.
this little gem : oh. youre from KMC? yeah. I guessed so. Ive seen a lot of MIT guys, and almost 2 out of 3 have pubic hair on their heads. I just dont get that.

D. afterthought


as I think about it now.
it would have been much more fun, talking to Kurien if I hadnt thought that there was something fishy.

he was like the chennai guys, people wtih good hearts.
and its now that I realise the problem I have with KMCites.
we just dont trust each other.
its been so long. Ive trusted rarely. and almost never been trusted back.

yes. non funny post my friends.

this indepence day, I didnt get up early.
I didnt do anything that made me feel any national spirit.

I stayed in.
and I thought.

I declare my freedom.

to trust.
and to trust without thinking about what may happen if anything goes wrong.
trust others with my hopes. my ideas. my secrets. my money. my pens. my life.

life is too short?
says who?
I think its too long.

but you know.

err.


ummm.



I forgot the point I was making.

jo bhi.


P.S. TS. much apologies for the much wait. it shall be on next? inafewdays. woo!

Saturday was the highlight of the month : part1

Chennai trip: what the heck happened version.


A. the bus trip to mangalore

nausea.
no male to male fondling. yay!

B. mangalore to chennai - west coast express

uneventful.
until........

3 of us sitting side by side, doing nothing in particular.
an uncle comes and sits in front of the middle person.
uncle has his 'lungi' folded up to form a mini skirt that would make katrina blush.


remember the scene from basic instinct?
the sharon stone uncrossing and crossing her legs, one?

of course you do.

decency fail.
youtube win.

exactly.
in front of three horrified males.






underwear:the greatest invention by man since mary sugar.

uncle:definitely not wearing one

C. the convocation

bhai graduated!
learned to play jeopardy.

sigh. thats one thing that I miss in college. nobody plays cards here. ever.

D. after convocation party

THE GREATEST PARTY ON EARTH EVER only.

the one thing I learn, every single time I go to IIT chennai.

most manipalites are selfish. dont trust each other. and dont have much conversation.
mostly.

in contrast.
the people there.

it wouldnt be an understatement to say that they were awesome.

also. I finally got that feeling





that feeling, that I havent experienced since a long time.



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see,you have a perverted mind.

it was.


being social.

I made more friends that night, than Ive made here since 1st year.
no joke that.

jussu, dedh, aniket(mam**), bulla, hoola, moli, hancock(moli's stud cous), dilli, s9, bhondu, hulk and all the others who's names I cant remember, but were still so cool.
salut.

is there just a lack of good people around?
or is it something else?

request to all good manipalites reading this: please mix around a bit more.specially with me :)
see - Im even putting in a smiley.


^^
attempt at coolness and ungayness fail.

jo bhi.

the point being.
I had a great time. made loads of friends.

and and and.

drinking status has now been changed from
never ever ever
to
never ever unless under special circumstances.

special matlab, special
*winks

*looks pointedly at bongie and pongie and songie
*winks again

E. Saturday morning

only the greatest morning ever.
details are unprintable because of the scandalous content
*winks twice


F. saturday night

went to buy a new charger with jussu.

found out that motorola has stopped producing in India.

jussu then tells me to buy a new phone, and offers half of the price
(oh, the well hearted. how I much respect.)

brother then spent his first salary on moi.




so from now on.


I like to touch it a lot these days.

I touch it in class.

I touch it in clinics.

I even touched it once behind the professor's back.

I touched it when everyone was looking at me.

I even touched it when everyone was staring at my............















my new touchscreen.





*goes off to touch it some more.

tripartite.

thats an 'e' at the end. not 's'.
pervs.

part1 : sexual approaches

so. yes.

mangalore bus trip.

what do manipalites do for fun, you ask?
they go to the closest mall available.

which is a 2 hr bus drive away.

deluded fail.
nausea win.

case1: sitting at the last bench of the bus. out of six seats, 5 are taken. there's a space between me and a hot MIT chick.
rest of the bus=empty
a very kuntry uncle suddenly comes up and sits between us.
oh well, naive naive me thinks he just came to see the MIT chick and maybe grope.

aaah. india.

well. if only it was that simple.
uncle then decides its a good idea to start rubbing his thighs against mine.

mangalore bus trip: the EFFING FREAKING OUT version

case2: uncle finally gets up. deluded breath of security.

random MIT guy with pubes for hair comes up and sits in the space instead.
oh well. he cant be worse.

deluded: hoping in vain that something good might happen for 21 yrs.

said MIT guy the proceeds to sleep. on the shoulder of........wait for it........NOT the hot MIT chick.
stupid brainless git.
2 hours of shoulder pain.

oh well, the good thing was, it happened to be a conversation starter with the mit chick.
I said: I have attractive shoulders, it seems. everybody's heads just seem to.......
she: smiles

classic

deluded: not classy since 1988

so, events like these, coupled with the fact that whenever I eat out, I find some
random person staring at me always. have made me recount my luck.

to read my first such encounter, go here

damn you FSM.



yup. poor homme.

deluded: hit on by the wrong kind of people in the wrong kind of way.

life: not going good ever since section 377 was taken out.

part2: harish patel

thats what the indian harry potter is called.

what did I do in mangu, you ask?
movie of course.

right choice because:
hot girl sitting next to me, making orgasmic sounds at every scene
emma watson has grown, in the right places

wrong choice because:
it seemed like a chick flick. with 90% of the audience being girls(right choice because : good view)
mangalore bus trip.
had to hide face from a lot of batchmates, to avoid questions on manliness.

also, I noticed that harry potter has boobies.

during the last scene of the movie, while I was watching emma watson's chest face, I saw that the guy had a bigger chest face.
diagnosis: gynaecomastia

actual reason: wind


part3: hot girls

firstly, its a sad sad day for bloggerworld.

a hot bloggergirl is leaving us, it seems.

so, please.
go here and leave a comment asking her to come back.

much love.


secondly, a good friend of mine from college(hot girl, of course) tells me that there are 2 other hot girls who wouldnt mind going out for dinner with me.

although she tells me that they were actually high and said that sarcastically.
and afterwards downed a whole litre of booze at a go.
and then killed a snake.
and then read a forensic medicine book.
ate an elephant.
and kissed manmohan singh.


wild thing.
you make my heart sing.

sigh.

deluded: not getting hit upon since 1850


part4: bonus

going to chennai on thursday!
for a measly day and a half.


brother getting his degree.

official reason: me going to represent the family at the convocation

actual reason: me going to see the drinking party afterwards.

what'll I do there, you ask.

eat peanuts.



also.

the people who came to this blog by searching 'hot indian girl washing clothes' through google.

I hope you had a good lesson.





pervs.