ladies special

My colleague Abir (yes, he's brave enough to have his real name on this blog ) is disgusted with the ladies compartment in the Delhi metro. BECAUSE IT CONCENTRATES ALL THE GOOD SMELLS AT ONE END OF THE METRO!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE WHOLE OF THE REST OF THE TRAIN STINKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As if that wasn't bad enough, it is very hard for men to try and escape the bad smell of their own anatomy. Young Abir saw some men getting beaten on the train for trying to get close to the fabulous scent of womanhood by standing at the thin fine line between the ladies compartment and the rest of the train. This was a very scary sight, so he went home and watched some educational youtube videos of men getting beaten up for entering the ladies compartment. This was an intensive study of several youtube videos, undertaken to determine the safest distance at which one can stand from the ladies compartment and still smell the coffee... er.. lillys. It's Serious! DON'T BE SILLY.

Because this is not a fairy tale, it's a true story.

twitter realisations

Fans and Avid Readers!!!!!!!!
 

Fact: Twitter makes you realise just how damn often the human brain is capable of coming up with thoughts not exceeding 140 characters.

Ok,enough gyaan. Bye!

3 in 1 superpack edition

1. "It's so amazing how 50% of a species consistently disappoints. I don't know how they achieve this."
-- My Green Tea Friend, describing men

2. "Twitter? Who does that? As if facebook wasn't enough."
-- Anand, on being informed of my twitter account

3. "If everyone starts writing "ok" as "k" how will we understand each other?"
-- My mother, earnestly trying to learn to use sms

the crap test

To find out how much crap exists in other people's brains, go read Twitter.

To find out how much crap your own mind is capable of, get yourself a Twitter account.

To find out how much crap your body produces, stop reading this and go take a crap. 

moral ineptitude

The doctor told us to start shopping for kidneys. Obviously, we need not buy one if we can get one for free.

Is it alright to feel crazy fear and supreme reluctance at the thought of parting with mine?

"ewwww"

-- Anand, to me, looking at the pan while I was cooking

suspense thriller

I have a tendency to fly myself to secret locations without informing anyone at home. I have learnt that every mysterious disappearance can be explained away if you are prepared to become a master of your conscience rather than have your conscience master you. However, the world's craziest mindgame to play with yourself is thinking about the various possible explanations that may be given to your parents in case the plane crashes and you survive.