The ideas are good..translation is problem.What to do we are lathat only.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Friday, July 30, 2004
Monday, July 26, 2004
Third Degree Part 2:
So Australopithecus :
Do you play an instrument?
err ..sir .I generally play the fool, blow my own trupet..but thats about it.
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Have you seen a shooting star?
well,I've seen Salman Khan does that count?
Huh?
well he went to a wildlife sanctuary and did some shooting and all . But if an actor turned cameraman he would be a shooting star?
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Have you ever lost a friend?
That would be damned careless no?
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So Australopithecus :
Do you play an instrument?
err ..sir .I generally play the fool, blow my own trupet..but thats about it.
.
.
.
Have you seen a shooting star?
well,I've seen Salman Khan does that count?
Huh?
well he went to a wildlife sanctuary and did some shooting and all . But if an actor turned cameraman he would be a shooting star?
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Have you ever lost a friend?
That would be damned careless no?
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Saturday, July 24, 2004
So,Australopithecus do you read?
Yes sir, I do.
What do you read son?
Well sir, you know the usual: subtitles in movies, emails from wealthy Nigerians dying to give me money,comics and ..Oh!yes some books as well.
Oh you watch foreign films?
Err...not ..um exactly, mostly Malayalam films sir.
Oh and who is your favourite performer there? Mamooty?Mohanlal?
Oh no sir..hehe..well...anyway..hehe try the buiscuits they are fabulous.
Yes sir, I do.
What do you read son?
Well sir, you know the usual: subtitles in movies, emails from wealthy Nigerians dying to give me money,comics and ..Oh!yes some books as well.
Oh you watch foreign films?
Err...not ..um exactly, mostly Malayalam films sir.
Oh and who is your favourite performer there? Mamooty?Mohanlal?
Oh no sir..hehe..well...anyway..hehe try the buiscuits they are fabulous.
Friday, July 23, 2004
When I was in my first year in college, the glasses the chaiwallah gave tea in were pretty decently sized .Of course we didnt think so at the time.Times changed and Afzal Chaiwallah went, only to be replaced by a canteen in college. Canteen guy sold chai at the same Rs 2/-(only) per cuppa. Has been doing so for the last 4 years. I guess in this mehangai ka zamana one must cut corners,or at least cut the size of the cup.Increasing the price of Chai was not an option. that would have set of a riot. So cups got smaller and smaller untill we reach the present day, where a thimblefull of chai cost the same Rs2/-(only) ..If we were talking about bras here this would be an A size.I mean cups can't get any smaller now. unless the canteen wallah is funding frontier research in nanotech.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
What it is???
Stumbled on this .From NDTV site.and to think they used to throw these away.
Bhaang ki Chutney :
INGREDIENTS
50 gm bhang ke dane. 2 green chillies .3 tbsp lemon juice .2 tbsp mint leaves-chopped .3 tbsp water.1/2 tsp salt .
METHOD
Roast the bhang seeds and then grind them in a mixie. Add the green chillies, lemon juice, mint leaves, water and salt and grind to a paste in a mixie.The chutney is ready.
Stumbled on this .From NDTV site.and to think they used to throw these away.
Bhaang ki Chutney :
INGREDIENTS
50 gm bhang ke dane. 2 green chillies .3 tbsp lemon juice .2 tbsp mint leaves-chopped .3 tbsp water.1/2 tsp salt .
METHOD
Roast the bhang seeds and then grind them in a mixie. Add the green chillies, lemon juice, mint leaves, water and salt and grind to a paste in a mixie.The chutney is ready.
The couple left the gynecologist's office with the wife in tears.They were just told that she could never become pregnant. Theywould never have the family they both desired so fervently.Suddenly, a masked man appeared before them."I think I can help you," he said, handing them a card."Why are you masked?" the husband asked."Because the government has declared our activities illegal. Goto the address on this card. The doctor will take a scraping fromyour mouth and culture it. In less than a year, we will have yourbaby for you."Turning to her husband, the wife exclaimed,"This is the answer to our prayers!"Then she turned back to thank the stranger but he was gone."Who was that masked man?" she asked her husband.He answered, "That was ... the Clone Arranger."
Monday, July 19, 2004
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
MICHAEL FINNEGAN
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chinnigan.
The wind came out and blew them inigan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Ran a race and thought he'd winnigin
Got so buffed that he had to go innigin
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He kicked up an awful dinnigan
'Cause they said he must not sinnigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with the pinnican (?)
Caught a fish but walked it innigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Climbed a tree and barked his shinnigan
Took off several yards of skinnigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He grew fat and then grew thinnigan
And thus he died and had to beginnigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chinnigan.
The wind came out and blew them inigan,
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Ran a race and thought he'd winnigin
Got so buffed that he had to go innigin
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He kicked up an awful dinnigan
'Cause they said he must not sinnigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with the pinnican (?)
Caught a fish but walked it innigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
Climbed a tree and barked his shinnigan
Took off several yards of skinnigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan... begin again.
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan,
He grew fat and then grew thinnigan
And thus he died and had to beginnigan
Poor old Michael Finnegan.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Friday, July 09, 2004
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Friday, July 02, 2004
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