wuzzup

WUZZUP .... WUZZZZZZUP
oh hell, this aint no ad for Budweiser, true, it sounds like one, but its just that i am in a good mood. quite a surprise, considering the fact that i am attending a couple of boring 'intercourses'. yeah right, thats what we are calling it. i've never bin inclined towards studying, it amazes me, how i managed through school and an engineering degree afterward. ha ha.
well, most of the time, i sail on ships that carry crude oil (why does everyone's eyes light up at the mere mention of the word 'oil' ) i dunno how the oil lobby works, but fuel prices seem to have a one way ticket, skywards. anyway, this specialisation course aims at providing a better understanding of oil tanker operations and hazards. all we can remember are the numerous ways we could get killed working on such ships.
dint i say i was in a good mood. yes i am. cant explain why. am just feeling good, humming my favourite tracks, trying to smell flowers, smiling at everyone passing by, realising life is beautiful ...
life has always bin beautiful, funny how we feel it only when we are happy too ...

all in the name

i kinda like this game. i guess it is turning out to be quite popular.
u can find out how ur name can be defined. u wont believe what happened. i typed in my name and look what i got ...


Balls --
[noun]
A master of Storytelling !


wow. aint it cool !
u too can try it. How will you be defined in the dictionary at www.quizgalaxy.com

one more time ?

... and then she sat up and cuddled against me. i gave her a little squeeze. was she feeling cold. or was is just the urge to cuddle. either way, it felt so good. i'll just hug her tight. on second thought, maybe i should give her my jacket.
"why dont you offer me your jacket and maybe i shall think you are a gentleman"
she always knew what i was thinking. wish i could too. right then. i took off my jacket and helped her pull it on. she had this little wicked smile on her, which turned into a giggle as she got up and walked a few steps from the park bench. she turned around. looked straight at me. it was one helluva freeze frame. what do i do. what do i do now.
with a graceful toss of her hair, she turned and started running across the park. i quickly picked our shoes and started after her. i caught up with her somewhere down the middle, grabbed her arm and swung her into an tight embrace.
"you are crushing me"
she said it slowly, but i knew she liked it. i wasnt going to let go of her. not just now.
"take me home, please"
_______

... i put her into bed, adjusted her sheets. she handed me a book. it had become a ritual these days. i would read to her every night, till she slept. The Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. i wasnt such a fan of Hemingway, but she liked this book, it spoke of spring and how there would always be one. i sat next to her and started reading. she locked her arm into mine tightly. i would read and she would turn the pages.
after a while, i felt her grip break loose. she was falling asleep. careful not to wake her, i tucked her into the sheets softly. i got up, fixed myself a drink and sat on the chair by the bed.
"honey, i will always be there when u wake up", blew her a kiss.
oh, how lovely she looked. a chill ran down my spine. there was a rush of blood inside. heart beating faster. i was falling in love.
can you fall in love again with someone you already love ...

its a phony !

enough with the mushy stuff - my friends are screamin
how much mush is too much, i ask u ? my roommates cant tolerate the dreamy look on my face and hate to hear someone, who worships rock 'n roll, singing mushy tracks, yet again. Again ??? u ask. well, they know me to fall in love easily and am always in love with someone or the other. they are but a juicy kick away from bringing me back into reality. well, what do they know, they are just a bunch of frustrated blokes, who would ogle at anything that moves and has breasts. i beg to differ.
i am the sort of guy who would just like to covet from a distance. actually, i am shit scared. god, u have no idea, how difficult it is to approach a girl and actually say something intelligent before she thinks you are some blithering idiot or some serial-rapist and quickly reach for the pepper spray within her bag to blind you in an instant. did try it though, while i was in Bangalore. we were at a traffic signal. i kinda liked the girl alongside us on a scooter. i mustered up all the courage i could, leaned out of the car and told her i found her very pretty. that did it. she just took off. ran a red light. can u believe that. my friend who was driving, just freaked out. luckily she made it across without getting hit. obviously, traffic signals are a strict no-no for handing out compliments, especially if the recipient would take off instead of saying thank you.
(phew)
(sigh)
on to more interesting and critical-to-the-world issues. phone sex. yes. and why not. check out Sandi here. she wants to know people that have done it. go on, now leave a comment. she hasnt yet found one guy who would claim, he'd done it. now, c'mon guys. save man-kind from the shame of discovering that women are having more fun than us.
and yes ramblings, Narnia was quite entertaining. it was a bit of a drag somewhere in between, but then was good in terms of stunning visuals. kids would enjoy it.
off i go now, singing "romeo and juliet", hey, atleast its a Dire Straits number. cheers.