Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Shit Factor

Well, as the title suggests...I was shit on..umm..shat on...whatever it is... on the head. Culprit?Mr.Crow. There started hundreds of propagations of it being very lucky, auspicious, Something good was about to happen blah blah blah... it seems to have worked this time.I think i should go point wise. Not too many points though,So you won't get bored.

Point No. One.

I lost a hundred bucks. Yes i know I'm careless n all but still!HAD to be todayy!(You go lengths to make me feel lucky,I go the same if not more to make You sure it aint true...bleheh)

Point No. Two.

The platform at Kurla station was spilling over with commuters waiting for a train to appear. No such luck. HAD to happen today(;lol..thats only cuz i'd decided to start saving money and walk home from the station instead of the usual rick)

What we did?...Walked all the way to Chembur,Got an overcrowded bus,got off at a stop from where my house is quite a distance yet not enough for a rick to comply to come to...but obviously making me have to walk all the way.hehe...fate.
I've had enough walking to last me a month!

Point No. Three.
One small friend was eager enough to explain to me how i was going to find the "love of my life" just cuz a crow shat on my poor hair. A few reasons why i was so damn sure i wouldn't-

Sub point No. one.
I ain't looking for him.

Sub Point No. two.
We were walking from kurla to Chembur.ANyone who's walked that walk knows what to expect for the "men" there. Love???pbbbbft!!

Sub Point No. three.
THe word "love">>>>HIghly highly over rated..bleheh!

Sub Point No. four and the most obvious reason why i wouldn't find him.

The only lucky thing that happened to me was that as soon as i came home, Dad proudly announced we were eating out and eating at an eatery right where i had come walking from AND we leave in 5 mins for it. That's lucky?Yes...cuz its good food:P

The yummilicious paneer there made my day worth it and the walk back home wasn't that bad either.

So here's to crows and their shit and all the luck they bring with it..Cheerz!

Monday, November 5, 2007

The Fundy Duckling!

The Tail of Fundy Duckling

Once upon a time there lived a duckling,she was a girl and her name was Fundy. She waddled around all day very proud of know why?..cuz she had a secret, she was owner to possibly the wonderfullest pair of duck feet one had everrr seeen! She made all of Duckville greeeeen with envy..(psst psst...her duckfeet were greeen too)

Fundy duckling was a DEMANDING duck...She was never happy with just one of something...lets take a look...

"Fundy!!kabhi to line maarna chod!!n a piece of advice ducky...just one"

"Look maa!!no feet!!">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Her feet got her manyy mannyyy suitors...good,bad and the downright ugly.Fundy-though had much choice,didn't have the taste or class.Look at what she chose!


Fundy loved sissyduck...but only because of one reason.Sissyduck had the biggest feet in town and there was no way he could steal fundy's feet cuz he could never use them!!fundy felt safe with pratty sissyduck was the love of her life.N then..he could never really see much cuz of his Hair falling over his wasn't much of an effort for fundy to hide her kinky feet.

Ohhh darn!!we've actually strayed away from the real story!!!but there isn't much time for it i'll have to make do with a fastly rendered version of a long long fairytail.

Fundy one day went for a dip in the jungle where she met a scary fairy...the fairy threatened her to give her her feet or her fate!...Vain fundy chose fate over feet and got stuck with a tail!!

Her tail looked so funny that her feet lost all importance...

but she still had Pratty who couldn't see her tail either(Oh Hair!!;))

So Pratty and Fundy and the feet and the tail...lived happily ever after and drank lots of ale!!

The EnD!

PS:please please please refer to for a story on me!...the above mentioned story is on the just mentioned blog...heeheeh.....Cheers!

Sunday, November 4, 2007


One of my favorite poems...never really thought too much about it when i had to by heart it for orals in school...but come to think about it..we never really thought much about things in school anyways..hehe...but its definitely one poem that's going to be known by-heart by me for life...

It isn't just about the poet dreaming about thousands of daffodils....
It's my state of mind for me...
More's what I'd like to be...


A wanderer isn't just someone who's seen the world...
Or backpacks his way around villages and states...
You can sit still and still see...
A lot more than someone who's bhatkofying till eternity...:P

bad attempt at a rhyme i know...but it wasn't supposed to be rhyming there...:D

Well,Its just that i dont need to let go of all my worldly possessions to explore and gain true experience and the secret to survival(bleh!)...i can sit on the pot and still travel beyond what a conventional traveller would...learn much more than him...and definitely lose a lot less-time,energy and cash!

PS:this post is regarding the previously posted poem ok??hehehehe