hmm, this should ideally be a tribute to rojo mojo for all the nice beer photos that he has been posting all this while, but ofcourse, the credit for this photo goes to our dearest pomo and marxist aka confused mallu. 

i am tired

i am so tired that it hurts, and it hurts so much that it only serves to increase the tiredness. then you shall ask me, why are you sitting infront of the comp then? because, when i am tired i get this insatiable urge to talk to people, to tell them what exactly is wrong. but that is a rather ideal sort of a situation, in which you have the energy and the patince to drag the tired body out of the room and go look for willing listeners, and then hope that this particular day they havent had any such experience that will make them talk as well....so in short that is asking for quite a lot.
and today's motto is not to expect anything from anyone, so....
blogging rules.....

um..

hi, medusa... you invited me to join this blog but i didnt know what to post... um, there is no email address on your profile, but there is on mine, email me

i refuse to believe this

now there are people adversiting on my blog? without my knowledge and without paying me? and what kinda of a business sense do u have if u end up advertising on a blog which noone, including the author, reads?

why did i have to make this blog public?

hmm, if the true test of privacy is in anonymity, then what better place than the internet to be truly alone, and therefore safe in midts of these thronging millions?
hmm, nicely cliched phrase i must say.
anyway, not to worry blog dear, i shall come back soon, and that too with a bang.
ok, the bang promise is not insured ok?

where did my link tab go?

ok, first time in my life i wrote something for the link tab, and it disappeared? ah well, anyway, i want everyone or no one to check out dave's site, it is at www.dave-east.blogspot.com
and you know what, all the best site on blogger.com, happen to be by men named dave , in that case, check out www.mylastwaltz.blogspot.com also.
medusa's blog, obviously is an exception.

i am a research scholar now

ok, i know that the link tab and the heading have nothing to do with each other, but i want my non existent readers to check out dave's blog, coz i think it is very cool.
ok, i shall not speak like an immature 15 year old slut (that by the way is the type of girl that i am , according to this quiz i took online), but behave like the calm and composed research scholar that i am now.ya sure, considering i am going to do my research on Mills and Boon, i dunno how much calmness that will excite on my family when they hear of that.
ah well, anyway, have a happy happy happy happy happy happy day (this is the gummy bear song in rugrats....stop you fool, you give your mental age away with every sentence that you write.)

a tribute to mrs smith 

living in a thriller

yes yes yes yes, my hopes and dreams come true, my one and only me has been the victim and at the site of a unforeseen act of theft that could have brought about unthought of harms upon the victims person, but the perpitrator had to remain satisfied with the acquisition of a two year old, and severely damaged cellular phone, and some money.
and the dumbass is so dumb that he hasnt even thrown off the sim card, he continues to receive calls that are made to my cell and then lie to them.
i agree that i have been very dumb to sleep with my door open, but he is not appearing to be remarkably smart either.
but on second thought, he is the one who has the cell, and i dont.

the poster, speaks for itself, what more could i possibly add, apart from the fact that i whole heartedly support garfield.  

hmm i like this idea

i think that my idea of a fun day will be travelling all over a place in public trasport, taking a local train and going till the end of its route, then take a bus to the end of its route, then get on a tram or another bus or something.
it sounds so cool, but there are a few preconditions for such a day to be perfect: one and most importantly, the weather has to be greaaaaaaaaaaaaat, otherwise we will melt or get so sadly wet in the rain that no bus will be willing to accept us.
secondly, there needs to be a variety (after all it is supposed to be the spice of life) of public transports available to one, and they also have to be reasonably cheap, otherwise the whole point is lost na? now if you are in hyderabad, you have only the choice of the bus and the train, with the odd seven seater thrown in. but if you were to be in kolkata, then my dears, it wil be a regular feast of buses, trams, auto rickshaws and local trains. so, what say you?

ah well!!!

i was absolutely certain that there is no point in continuing qwith the blog, specially since no one is going to miss it anyway, least of all me. so i resolutely did not think about it for a couple of weeks, and surprisingly did not miss it at all. and then slowly did not think about it at all,forgot that there are such things as blogs, and that i have one of them.
but today after ages, when i did fing it in my window, absolutely by mistake, it felt kinda nice. imean this is a thing that i have made, given shape to, constructed...blah blah blah....and it continued to exist even after i forgot all about it.
the feeling is pretty exhilarating i must say.

this is the state of being that i reside in these days, we eatm drink, talk and sleep, and then tell each other, so much to do, so little time. we also crack jokes, such as, Did you hear about the sardar who asked his friends to give him all
their burnt out light bulbs?
He just bought a camera and wanted to set up a Darkroom.
after i posted this, i was reminded of a blunder that i had committed, yes, yes i myself, at the tender age of 14.in a bus full of people from all over the country, i was asked to say something, so i decided to crack a joke, a joke about a sardar.
 

can stuff that are not original also be termed narcissistic?

A Novel Approach to Saving MoneyThree engineers and threeaccountants are traveling by train to a conference.At the station, thethree accountants each buy tickets and watch as the threeengineers buyonly a single ticket."How are three people going to travel ononly one ticket?" asks anaccountant."Watch and you'll see,"answers an engineer.They all board the train. The accountantstake their respective seats but all
three engineers cram into a restroomand close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed,the conductor comes around collecting tickets.He knocks on the restroomdoor and says, "Ticket, please."The door opens just a crack anda single arm emerges with a ticket in hand.The conductor takes it andmoves on.The accountants saw this and agreed it was quite aclever idea. So after theconference, the accountants decide to copy theengineers on the return tripand save some money (being clever withmoney, and all that). When they get tothe station, they buy a singleticket for the return trip. To theirastonishment, the engineers don'tbuy a ticket at all."How are you going to travel without aticket?" says one perplexedaccountant."Watch and you'll see,"answers an engineer.When they board the train the threeaccountants cram into a restroom and thethree engineers cram intoanother one nearby. The train departs. Shortlyafterward, one of theengineers leaves his restroom and walks over to therestroom where theaccountants are hiding. He knocks on the door and says,Ticket,please."

Public narcissism?

this hopes to be the first in a long series (or maybe not so long) of entries that seek to look into why medusa chose to have a blog? is it because she is extremely fond of washing her dirty linens in public, or maybe coz she has effectively dismantled the difference between public and private, after all an important political move.
or is it plain and simply peer pressure? or the hopes of attaining greatness online as xiaxue or bgv have done?
or is it the sad drem of getting one's work publushed, and no matter how sad that might be, be saved for posterity in the dark depths of the world wide web.
read on....

i hate chatting

archhcka1977: wht ur name
me: sammy
ar....: wht it mean?
me: o it doesnt have any spl meaning or anything
ar...: wht meaning? u want sex so u nikname tht?
me: what? do you understand english?
ar...: we start, you in thong kissing me...
me: what the fuck?????????
ar...: dont worry swihrt...we will fuk, all in good time...

because it has been too long without her...you fill up my senses, like a noght in the forest...ahem ahem...inuendos always ruled the day for me, and right now the ones that are suggesting themselves to me are pretty graphic...so i shall leave now, and think about them... 

i want to run away

ah well, it is over

sometime, the feeling is right, you fall in love for the first time, heart beat and kisses so sweet...
don't worry this is not about the first time i fell in love, it was so long ago that i do not even remember. this stems from the post-dissertation blues, blues which induce one to indulge in mushy movie screenings in the middle of the night, even though last forty eight hours were spent sleeplessly. (or else make you publish the blog that no one ever reads anyway)
what did we learn today from those bollywood romantic hits?
1) the mustard field owners must own mustard fields for the sole benefit of actors and actresses so that they may meet in peace and away from parental supervision
2) pink and yellow DO NOT go together
3) the rest i forget
p.s. smiling waiter at ccd can make you go bankrupt.

hmmm so here are we now

wel, such an unimaginative title coz i cdnt think of anything to write, i can upload the firts cahpter of my dissert though...