Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label girls. Show all posts

Sunday, May 24, 2015

sunday blues

Stupid things men do
Well, I did it too


Feel like getting stoned (stoning in the 'courtyard stoning' sense) because of that one slip. Damn me for tripping out on game theory, porn ideas, pulp fiction (plus a sprinkle of human falling) to bring it there. Weirdly i had gone through it before it played in real, and saw a safe stop point.
That might sound very ugly in a libidinous sense, but, safe distances I know better off, since sex hasn't been the consequence of 7 of the 12 bare days Tammy and I have spent in each other's company.

Yes, 12 times that I distinctly remember physically seeing her, 4 of them being through-nighters where on two nothing happened. This was the phase of our "relationship" days - 12 days of facetime, totalling about 6+5+1+12+2+2+6+12+12 = 58 hrs or barely 3 days. Clocked 58 hours with K, I believe in the first week since I told her I had a crazy fondness about her, and amidst as much natural beauty about us as that craziness - Gulmarg, Srinagar, Delhi. Well, we did our 58 hours together in Gulmarg itself if you consider that post-admission there were still 4 days still followed in Gulmarg where we picked up Skiing together, 4 days stealing glances there in the snows, creatively conversating through eyes and smiles, and topping it off with a celebratory night in a cottage. Very infantile, but totally deserving.
After such calculation I wonder what insecurities are on a comparable level here.

Well, we're in the mood for love, finally. Me and my blog.

Monday, October 08, 2012

Virgin ideas

One archaic concept still dominant in our present (Indian subcontinent) society is that of keeping one's virginity intact. Humour me here - so a girl could talk dirty, watch porn, flirt, go out, exchange saliva (and a variety of other fluids), let you annihilate their breasts, give and get blowjobs, let you finger her, even let you take her anally, and still call herself that - virgin? I know a lot through shared experience to register this rant - thanks, friends (and smaller subsets). It's just too hard for us guys to comprehend what a girl means when she claims being that. I guess is equally hard (or harder) the other way round, when a guy makes such claims.

It's quite like asking for vegetarian food, then being served a plate piled with dog meat, bull testicles, roast cockroach, and snake viscera, and then foolishly asking "you sure there's no chicken in it?" How can someone imagine us to believe in the concept of "virgin" anymore, and why are these people keen on passing this futile notion to their offspring?

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

Restoring Feminity


This was so offensive that I had to paste it on my blog wall.

What I wasn't prepared for, however, was where the click on the ad led me to - a website marketing something called a "natural vaginal tightening gel", which provedly "Improves grip and strength of the vagina".
Agreed, that I don't know girls and what they desire. But I fucken never came across a guy who'd call this restoring femininity. I can see the contrast in those that inhabit this planet, in that I was listening to Nicki Minaj's edgy vocals in (KW's) Monster, and at the same time, of reading about a product, for which a market clearly exists. Where are my feminist brethren? Girls, are you buying such stuff?

The rotating banners say it loud:
* "After all these years in love, we have fallen in love again"
* "Now, every time feels like it's for the first time"
* "Just when we thought our wild days are over, we started all over again"

This is just an overload. I should just stick to slashdot and hackernews - at least the drivel is met with sharp, devastating critique and downvotes.

Monday, July 02, 2012

The Hindu : Committed patriot of the Indian jungle

"The identity of a country depended not so much on its mutable human culture as on its geomorphology, flora and fauna, its natural basis." - M. Krishnan

The Hindu : Opinion / Op-Ed : Committed patriot of the Indian jungle

Said M.K. Gandhi: "A nation's greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members."
Even though the above quote seems inspired from it, let us not forget guys like M. Krishnan, who were one step closer towards my personal idol.

Speaking of personal, having Krishnan's 100th anniversary coincide with the dream I woke up to is quite shaking -

... I start to set the steam, starting with venerating kisses on her thighs and leg, taking her stocking off in the process. To my amusement, her face suddenly turns pale, and her mouth open, as if she's trying to scream. I assume she's a bit mental and try consoling her. Her eyes are fixed on something, her face contorted in a look of terror that I find so alien for this moment. She limply raises a hand to point to the doorway.
I turn around, to find a black panther sitting, wide-eyed. The door he must've come in from, is now blocked, and even the animal seems confused in planning its escape. It settles to the right edge of the bed, a mere few feet from us, crouched, snarling.

I don't panic, and stand up on the bed. I'm instructing P to be calm and move to far end of the bed, but she's too scared to do anything.
I repeat myself loudly. The panther replies with a threatening growl. It then jumps onto a table at the far end in its own panic. I try shifting to a position where I could have access to the door, but the panther has some ideas of its own - trying to reach for the door, it skirts the edge of our bed, where it gets tangled in the same blanket that P is under.

Drama ensues. Shrieks and growls fill the room. I give blanket a tight shrug which not only makes the panicked feline spring itself free, and back onto the table, growling, but also gives me a chance to access the door. I carefully open the door. After anxious few seconds, the panther is driven out.
I follow the feline to the hallway, where I find a full-grown deer (बारासिंघा) startled by the sight of a predator scurrying past, and darts off opposite to the direction the panther went in ...

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Cindy, KFC and Obama

Note: with this post, you have downloaded a 124kb sprite (follows), and a used-without-permission copyrighted image (below).
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Taste the whip, in love not given lightly.
Cindy will not leave my head. Her torment is historic. (this is a recondite topic, so people outside the net culture don't need be curious here) Her story is the longest sadist trajectory I've ever seen human imagination take in modern times. I am reminded of the waitress at Lah last evening, a sober-yet-unsettling female with tattoos on her arm and a band-aid on her right shoulder; wonder what all she could go through, in my head where chapters intersect.
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I didn't know that KFC has been shitting us with their paper ethics. Average chicken for consumption at the cost of rain-forests, and more importantly, Sumatran tigers and Orangutans, is no deal for me. Greenpeace has come up with an engaging website against this ethically base decision by KFC, and I already have my signature added ("Congratulations you’ve started a revolt to stop KFC turning rainforests into products like packaging"). Sumatran tigers, btw, are totally rad cousins of our Bengal Tigers (and might I even contend, more hardy).
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In the meantime, also stumbled into something on Facebook rooting for "Impeach Barry Saotoro aka Barack Obama NOW". And it turns out that Obama's roots are still a conspiracy theory. (There's even a Wikipedia page) Evidence denies that Hawaii was his birthplace, and instead suggest that he might've been born in Kenya or in Indonesia, which are grounds enough for termination of his Presidentship (natural-born citizenship is a must).
Somehow, there are the most moronic cretins behind such campaigns - one of whom was Candice Schwager. This whole trail of mine, in fact, started with an article on some unanticipated buffoonery a photographer encountered while protecting copyright to one of his images, and thereon I was led to the aforementioned idiot's Marketing Firm's page that "like"-d this conspiracy.
In a moment of personal whim, I'm breaking the copyright myself and using the image for this blogpost. I could try passing this image off as Delhi to con foreign clients.
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In another circle, celebrations on attracting attention. "Mine ordbilder er en applikasjon som hjelper deg med å øke lesehastigheten. Du vil lære deg å kjenne igjen hele ord, fremfor å måtte avkode ordene bokstav for bokstav."

Monday, September 12, 2011

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Hot Sultry Indian girl names

विचार मंडली: Pande, Rao

Names ending with A/AA:
  • Devika sounds very hot. The promiscuous city girl in Dev D was also named Devika.
  • Deepika also reminds of somebody you'd want to meet. And no, Deepika Padukone doesn't count in this subconscious deduction.
  • Shilpa reminds of wide proportions.
  • Shilpi, on the other hand, sounds artsy and exotic. 'Shilp Kala' is the art of stone carving.
  • Maneka sounds bitchy - probably for its background of Maneka being the seductress to sage Vishwamitra.
  • Neha sounds good, desirable. But it's so common that it can be a turnoff - like Abhishek for guys.
  • Ankita doesn't ring any bells. It's like staring into a blank paper curtain - there can be anything on the other side.
  • Yuvika sounds cultured.
Going random
  • Ritu is something cheerful, not sultry.
  • Rituparno sounds hot. But then its a guy's name. There's Rituparno Ghosh.
  • Rituparna is a bit less-hot. But its a girl's name. There's Rituparna Sengupta.
  • Monica, though sounds exciting, is too unpredictable. Almost always disappointing.

Girl names that are Guy names + the 'matra':
  • Vibha (Vibhu) is confusing.
  • Manisha (Manish) sounds sultry.
  • Kritika (Karthik?) is interesting. Too long to pronounce and traditional.
    Kriti is smashing. There's a hot and upcoming model by that name
    Kirti isn't. Just okay.

And then, in a flash of genius
Lipika. omfg, LIPIKA.
what does that remind you of? This name is now labeled NSFW.
We have found the ULTIMATE HOT GIRL NAME!

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