Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Sometimes I wish I were in a band.

Not because of the music or the touring or the money or the groupies or because I can say Woohoo while people say WOW.
Yeah, all of those would be nice too.

But I wanna be in a band because I’d get to name it.
When I hear a suitably odd combination of words I think to myself… hey that would make a perfect rock band name!

Just imagine it would be SO cool to see your name on an incredibly cool album cover in a nearby store or let’s say every time you turn around, you see a bumper sticker with your band’s name and a mob of crazy fanatics wearing your T-shirt! Oh man, it would be awesome!

Sane Sadists

I would buy their album with blind eyes.

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Blogger phatichar said...

makes sense..

5:09 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

i have a t-shirt that reads:

No Job, No Money, No Car, but I am in a band

When I wear it, i get smiles and once I had a desi restuarent manager offer me a job of cleaning tables and serving food at his joint. My friends have refused to come to the joint after that. As for me, I don't care. The food's good :D

But its high time I retired the t-shirt. Just waiting for some money and that car!

8:16 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about a band called


WARPED MIND ?

4:20 pm  
Blogger A Chrysanthemum by any other name... said...

Sometimes other people wish I were banned. From making meaningless comments like this on other people's blogs.

5:03 pm  
Blogger Jax said...

Hey J! You can name MY band! :) You can write articles that make me look good. You know say things like I have drinking problems and I smoke crack and stuff like that. Howzzat?

5:23 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey dear,
i'll buy that album..but only on the promise that there's money inside the covers..
and u can put naked pictures of u there in too..might be a selling point.. if u dont have any, i can provide some.. but then u have to be prepared to go global!
G.W
(i havent signed in and so its anony thing for now..)
but u know gw when u see 1 right?

7:49 pm  
Blogger Golden Words said...

ok now i've signed in..

7:50 pm  
Blogger diana christine said...

naming bands is such a creative thing to do! my days and nights are often filled with thinking of names of books and poems that don't exist and never get written. Perfect Imperfection. Born Innocent: Baptized in Guilt.

4:13 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The band would any other name would suck as bad.

2:51 pm  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

And what if the mob is from "Protecting innocent ears from torture society"?? :D

Jusk kidding!! We all do get these good thoughts sometimes

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Monday, August 29, 2005

I sat down and counted the things I haven’t done.

I wonder if they can be bought with yesterday’s time.

There are things that can never be done.
There are things that can never be undone.

I will never again be twenty one again.
I pass year by year running after my questionable goals.
I live the day. I do stray. But it’s okay.
I counted one. I counted ten. And then I stopped.

Let it be.

I measure more in keeping score the treasured memories of yore.
If only life were a remote control. Sigh!
Well actually, it does!!!

7 Comments:

Blogger Ram said...

turning philosophical of late.. some kinda realization happened, or what..??!

7:38 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Of course, the obvious question this beckons is what are these goals?

You know, so the teeming masses can judge for themselves the degree of questionability.

8:14 am  
Blogger chaos said...

LOL.... "i'll be never 21 again" !!! ... too much...

same thoughts :D
PS: sit again... and think what you want to do in years to come ;)

9:20 am  
Blogger Jax said...

reminds me of floyd's 'time' song!

10:21 am  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Hmmm... time for introspection, J? I liked the poignant thought behind your post, though... keep them coming.

3:42 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

u keep pondering

u keep blogging

we'll keep commenting

4:33 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Count the things that you can still do?

7:53 pm  

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Fire burns


Bees sting


Cats don't bark


Everyone must die at least once

14 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Babe, at least you are back!

6:19 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

J

Everyone dies every minute, every second
But who cares
Death is unfolding every day
Lets enjoy the movie
We wont be there to enjoy the credit rolls
We would be busy buying tickets for the next show…

8:04 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

every thing that has a beginning has an end...

live the in between life :D

11:15 pm  
Blogger nothing said...

we are never alone but we are alone with death.
ha, completely tan. generally antlamo korar icche holo.

1:07 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

long time huh?
mayb we shud rather think.. one lives atmost once..
b obsessed with life rather than death!!!

btw u r losing time! before too long it will b december!! :-P

4:49 am  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

"Fire burns

Bees sting

Cats don't bark"

And J does not write anything

10:58 am  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

what is this? I mean... what? Just write whatever comes to mind... or does it actually have a deeper meaning...
I just don't get some posts on some blogs. They're just so random.
But that's fair I guess. I mean, It's really the owner's space.

9:58 pm  
Blogger @$#!$# said...

you dont have a choice with death, but u do have one with life...

As James Bond says, "I live to die another day"

10:27 am  
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11:32 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Blogging and work don't mix
Sharon Stiteler set up a personal blog, BirdChick.com, almost a year ago. A birding enthusiast, she manages the Wayzata shop for All Seasons Wild Bird stores in Minneapolis.
Hey, rockin' blog! I'm definitely going to bookmark you!

I have a pherlure review site. I review pherlure that are proven to work to attract women.

Come and check it out if you get time :-)

11:35 am  
Blogger In a split second said...

True Dat!

1:16 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

True.

:-)

7:53 pm  
Blogger N. said...

This one was beautiful.
And you have a very nice page here.
Can I add you to my blogroll?

7:33 pm  
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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Sometimes, you just can’t find the right word to describe stuff.
You think you know the ‘right’ word, but it just doesn’t strike your damned head, at the right time.
You try flipping a dictionary.
But the most obscure dictionary-approved word doesn’t always fit in.
That’s when ‘invented words’ come into the picture.

It’s not difficult to make up these words/expressions that say just what they mean and mean just what they say. All it needs is a little act of tossing ‘n’ playing with your words. Linguistic double standards.

Close your eyes.
Imagine the most wonderful thing you can think of.
Let’s say it’s a rare spotted deer, dashing through the grasslands or a beautiful wild flower or whatever.
Focus.
Now, imagine a giant foot descending from the heavens and stomping it flat.


That’s how I feel today.
Not like the animal, but the foot.

I don’t know what to call it… what to call the way I feel right now. It’s not just destructive. It’s worse. It’s got a little bit of sadistic pleasure in it too. There are no easy answers, no antibiotics or rationalisation to this one. But it’s not one bit disturbing either.




I think I need some sleep.

19 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Linguistic Double Standards huh? Interesting.

7:11 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

how abt smashadeer....has a nice ring to it! does it manage to describe how you feel?

12:10 am  
Blogger nothing said...

errr..it's all those vodka laced breakfasts, I tell you.

1:36 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

howz smash-anything-thats-in-front-of-me ?

5:01 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Yes I make up new words all the time.

Get some sleep. Then more sleep. Feel better?

6:18 pm  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Who-haha-hah-hah-ha!!

That was really superb. Your best post in some days, I must say!! BTW, the word for such kind-o feelings (where you almost have a word but you don't have it) is super-calli-flagi-listi-espialli-do-cious
or something like that :)

6:55 pm  
Blogger Ram said...

feeling like the foot which squashed the flower.. hmm..messy stuff indeed..!

sleep tight..

7:56 pm  
Blogger Sinfully Pinstripe said...

Hey thanks for visiting my blog. I am more Sinful than an attraction though.

10:37 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

you know what... there's nothing like a good sleep... have a great one :)

9:26 am  
Blogger Jax said...

how about "triplheched" after Triple H from WWE wrestling? This guy is mean, sadistic, and comes down crushing on everything! Even his beautiful girlfriend :D

4:30 pm  
Blogger m.fletcher said...

Thinking about destroying something beautiful is not the same as doing it. Luckily, you are in the thinking only stage, where you have nothing to regret later!

10:44 pm  
Blogger Manu said...

oh great....we cud always have more destruction around. bring it on.

3:35 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Are you back?

Check for the images again. Must have been down for sometime.

7:51 am  
Blogger An Ideal Boy said...

Hah!! People are telling you ways to feel better. So many " :) " and pj's.
They don't get it.

Here comes my foot on all of them. Stomp, sqash.

10:21 am  
Blogger @$#!$# said...

hmmm...you seem to be needing a lot of sleep.

good night..& happy stomping!!

10:46 am  
Blogger Sindhuja Parthasarathy said...

i exactly know wot u r talking abt :)

4:07 pm  
Blogger Rob said...

I think this was made into a short film, if I remember correctly it was titled Bambi vs. Godzilla...

LOL I found it... Bambi meets Godzilla

8:03 pm  
Blogger Rob said...

Oh you can download it here... site has popups :(

8:08 pm  
Blogger Jax said...

J, where have you disappeared?

2:04 pm  

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

Anybody seen him around?

He goes…


“Oh hey there, I'm here to pick up your daughter for our date tonight.

Oh this?
These old rags?

Yeah, I made this outfit myself at home. Wanted something that no one else will have, you know?

Yup. It's made of cans of Coca-Cola, but it's not that hard to walk around in. It's a little awkward at times -- I can't clap my hands or anything -- but it does look cool, don't you think?


What do you mean your daughter isn't home?”


I kinda liked him :)

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Blogger chaos said...

funny...
LOL while imagining myself out there ;) :D

but... not soo sure if anyone would do that .... for a DATE!!!

6:25 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Will someone tell me where one could find a whole lot of empty cola cans?

6:58 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

LOL. Got a pic?

:-)

7:50 pm  
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12:26 am  
Blogger nothing said...

Laughing my head off: O evil j, you've finally got your comeuppance (see anonymous comment above mine)
muahahahahahahaha

12:54 am  
Blogger Ram said...

:))

1:54 pm  
Blogger maxo said...

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1:48 pm  
Blogger maxo said...

Typical J in action !!!

1:48 pm  
Blogger gvenum said...

I kinda of liked you for liking him:)

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Orange
Yellow
Red
Pink

Bright at the sun’s rays. Beautiful and blinding.

Cool green and deep blue
Calm as the ocean waves...white as the foam when the waves crash against the rocks near the shore.

The tide comes in then goes out again and I wonder if any of it matters. If I matter.

What the heck am I doing in this world?

At the end of the day, my hopes, my dreams – my everything will be swallowed up by the ever-changing waters of this planet.

I am less significant than a grain of sand on shore.

Nothing makes a difference anymore.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

it still does..

7:25 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

highly entertaining blog. kinda seems to contradict my picture of a south indian woman, but yeah, thats my stooopid perception.

~abyjain
abyjain.com

1:12 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

hey J,
u r in this world to live and enjoy the beautiful nature ...

do something that matters you and for someone whom you matter... and when in doubt... listen to your heart :)

1:29 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you like colors dont you?

6:09 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did someone say entertaining?

I think he meant disturbing!

6:10 pm  
Blogger Vc said...

Damn .. I'm color blind..

2:42 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

just like one of those days, huh?

7:05 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Oh, but it does make a difference. Look around and you will see it in the little things.

:-)

10:49 am  
Blogger Bloggard said...

That sounded awfully depressing. Snap out of it. How does it matter if life has meaning or not...just go out there and do your best to have fun.

6:03 pm  
Blogger J said...

Anon 1: yeah it does now!!! :D

Abyjain: is that supposed to mean good, bad or ugly?

Chaos: Ahem…I don’t really have a heart :-p

Déjà vu: sure thing!

Anon 2: Dunno!

Vc: good for u! :)

A: I know. Its jus that at times like these, you just cant see!

Bloggard: Yo! :D

5:06 pm  

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

It’s been like a revolving door, one moment I’m in, one moment I’m out.

I’m not sure what I’m in anymore, and not sure what I just got myself out of.

It’s ecstasy, both of them a world apart from each other, yet very much the same ecstasy that thrills me.

I can’t take both, and I can’t seem to live without either.

I very much would like to give one up, but it’s oh so hard now that it’s been so long.

I’m not sure I’ll stay in. I’ll give it a day.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

looks like you are almost out of it (whatever it was in your previous two posts)

6:02 pm  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

It's hard to choose eh?
You know what J... I know absolutely nothing. But there is one thing, just one thing I know for sure. I mean, I am like dead sure about it.
That whatever the confusion or the problem, it always gets over, sooner or later. Even if you don't do anything about it.

6:35 pm  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

I got a suggestion: Change the title of your blog. Rename it to "Heads and Tails", or better still, "Matter and Antimatter" :P

Glad to see that you are (hopefully) on the correct side of the revolving door. Better step away from it before you go back again!

7:52 pm  
Blogger Jax said...

A long overdue comment. I like your use of metaphors J! I am going to fudge some of them :D

11:15 am  
Blogger chaos said...

That's life J... you know there's a fear as well as adventure when you are surfing in the midst of high tidal wave... (that follows in life too!)

i don't know what you've been thru ... but i am sure you'll be up again! :)
cheers

2:36 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can make a decision, hesitate, or remain where I am. In any case, one thing is only provisionally better than another; ultimately there is no better or worse.
- Silo

:) Buy me BEER n all shall be fine...

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Feels like...

Feels like a spoon that gets caught in the blades of the blender.
One that’s tossed around and clanging as the acidic fruit-juice splatters all over.
And the handle jerks away from a good grip.

Feels like the high heel shoe strap that keeps slipping off the back of my ankle.
You know the kind of shoes you didn’t really want to walk in all the way across the wet grass.
Bending over after every other step to pull it back up and out from under your foot.

Feel all mixed up and a little more than irritated.

But I know I’ll come out of it in a while.

Like a baby out of a womb.
Like blood out of a wound.
Like a soul out of a tomb.


I have one choice to make...
Is it gonna be
(1)Comfortably numb
OR
(2)Come away with me

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Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Uh-oh, looks like your bad patch continues. Well, no more tips and tricks then... let me tell you that your analogies are very touching. Straight from the daily life, I must say, and therefore expressive. BTW, all your troubles seem to centre around this 'He'. Err... *no comments* :)

5:53 pm  
Blogger Woodooz said...

Oh.. But i thought you were the official dumper... ????

6:25 pm  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

Strange...

6:27 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

6:59 pm  
Blogger That Girl said...

Hello J :)

thanks for dropping by my blog.. welcome anytime!!...sigh mondays....

7:29 pm  
Blogger Bloggard said...

Well, you could meet up with the Monkeys Dancing for coffee :)

8:55 pm  
Blogger Ram said...

hey, things are so irritating.. are they ? anyway as you would know, everything is a passing phase.. so hope things turn out better for you..

1:23 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

:-(

1:44 pm  
Blogger -Poison- said...

'comfortably numb'... there is no argument about it.

4:38 pm  

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Friday, August 05, 2005

I often wonder whether life would have been different if I knew more.

I try telling myself that it would have turned out the same.
That certain circumstances leave me with few choices.
And what I do is making the best of a bad situation.

But the feeling lingers, all the same.

Maybe… events might have taken another course. Perhaps a better one. Had I been properly informed.

I play the sequence back in my head.
Over and over. Probing for an opportunity, a mistake, an opening.
And when I fail to find one, I just start again from the beginning.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Logic is futile
Try BEER...
If beer fails, try weed...
If weed fails, call me ;)

5:23 pm  
Blogger J said...

Heyyy, good to see u around :)
But not good enuf to cheer me up right now :(

Now i know wot words like deep shit and dead duck and chicken soup mean.

5:29 pm  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Hey J!

It is important that we learn from past mistakes, what we overlooked, etc... but it maekes no sense to brood over them. Live in the present... The more control you have over yourself, the less are your chances of missing the turn in the road. Cheer up, buddy! Go watch a movie, or just plain freak out and shout in the middle of the road. They will help, I promise :)

1:48 pm  
Blogger Ram said...

looks like are u stuck in a real bad traffic jam..!

dont worry, the signal will come soon to cheer you up !

:)

2:34 pm  
Blogger -Poison- said...

think abt the past when they invent a time travel device..not now!!! hakuna matata!

8:01 pm  
Blogger nothing said...

Ummmm...viv park? Calcutta? let me guess: Carmel?

9:06 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In hopes that u can still find the way back to the moment u took the turn and turned to begin a new beginning..?

10:56 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Inspired by a Foot in the Mouth situation Ms Jayaraman ???

---

To Anon on Monday's Post/Comment : Do i know you ???

2:34 pm  
Blogger chaos said...

ever heard ... "ignorance is bliss"...

it just boils that the more you know the more you get lost (or confused)... so get out of the loop... take a break... chill out and leave the rest to the god! (or the best sleep over it... that's what i do)... ;)

9:36 am  
Blogger @$#!$# said...

hmm..just relax..thats what usualy happens when questions remain unanswered, when situations are not created but are forced on you...

when u dont have a choice....

just wait till u get over it

3:16 pm  
Blogger J said...

Sudipta, none of that helped. But thanks anyway :)

Ram, hope it does. Ask the traffic cops to do something, fast!!!

Poison, :)

Kaashyapeya, Cal, yes. Not Viv park. Not Carmel. Keep thinking!

Anon, I’m not going to take that wrong turn again.

Devil, no such inspirations. That would never ever bother me in the first place.
And no, he doesn’t have a clue as to who you are. Oh, i meant the anon comment on Monday’s post.

Eddie, I swear, how I wish life had a rewind button. At least I know what that PJ is about :D

Alternate life, I know what you mean. Thanks!

Chaos, Ok here I go… GOD, help me!!!

@$#%$, yeah, I’m just waiting for that damned thing to stop ticking!

5:11 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What do you want baby? Just ask and I shall say AMEN :-)

5:58 pm  
Blogger nothing said...

ermm..you said something about viv park on tread softly upon. hence the allusion. and I assumed (mental note no. 432: never, repeat NEVER assume things about a woman) that viv park= south calcutta, and therefore carmel.
what then? gdb? pratt? pleeej don't tell me it's south point

2:17 pm  
Blogger J said...

Lmao... it is south point. Now dont temme u have smthg against my school :D

2:50 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

J

If you knew life more..
If you knew that what u are doing is right or wrong
If u knew where life I leading to
If u had all the answers..
U wouldn’t be here at all.. Searching the answers
That is IF u had the answers ..So wait around till u find the answers
And if u find the answers..
Would life have any more If’s?

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

zzzzzz...

I was dreaming last night.
Dreaming about weird things.
Not the very weirdly weird stuff.
But the fact that I dreamt of all that is weird.
And what makes it more so weird is the that I remember the whole thing.

The sky has a shiny yin yang instead of the scorching sun.

I was wearing this nice summery flowery long dress.
And the dress flew up and down.
Like the curtains in a windstorm.

I was trying to breathe in the quaint fragrance of my lovely long wavy black tresses.
When a pair of scissors came flying in the air to chop it off and ended up cutting my nose instead.

I had a fresh ‘n’ smiling sunflower stuck in my hair.
And a horribly huge straw hat came out of nowhere, to knock the petals off my head.

I bent down to tighten up the strings of my roman sandals.
When I hear someone calling. Don’t quite know if I was imagining. There wasn’t anyone around.

So I went looking. Searching around. Picking flowers on the way. Walking across a hill.

I heard the voice again.
This time I thought it came from the tree above.

Oh my my!
What do I see?
There’s a pony sitting on the tree.
(Ooooh that’s rhyming, so I clap my hands in glee)

It was oinking like a pig
Why would a pony oink like a pig?
Maybe pigs raised it?
Hmm… that would make sense.
But it was in a tree.
So birds must have raised it.
Shouldn't it be chirping then?
I pondered over this for a while until…
I saw the birds that raised the pony.
They were oinking like pigs.
AAAH! The birds were raised by pigs!



Everything makes sense now. I wasn’t weird after all.

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Blogger Once the Conman said...

Hahahahahahahaahhahaha....
Man.. J.... you are friggin hillarious. Mad bloody woman... lol... rotfl....
ooooooooooo tummy hurts ... tummy hurts...
Ok...
On a more serious note, incidentally, I saw a dream this morning somewhere between 6 am and 8 am... it was weird...
and strangely I thought I had dreamt the exact same dream before... I mean in my dream, I knew what was gonna happen next. But whne I woke up, I coulnd't remember if I had really dreamt the dream before, or was it just in the dream that I knew what was gonna happen.. Strange...
if i start to repeat the dream... I'll probably die of a heart attack. It's gonna be the beginning of one of my scripts for Ram Gopal verma, for sure... it was eerrie...

6:38 pm  
Blogger Sinfully Pinstripe said...

Hey thanks for visiting my blog, and.... umm... were you really very drunk before going to sleep?

6:51 pm  
Blogger cappucinno said...

hey u dropped by my page-didnt get time to read ur piece-looks like i sure need to with these comments!;)

10:50 pm  
Blogger anantha said...

Dreams are weird. Like the time, I dreamt about batting against Kapil Dev in our second floor terrace and guided the ball to a corner and was made to run there to get the ball. I found the ball nestling inside the open mouth of one of the dozen crocs that inhabit my terrace! Needless to say i woke up with a sweat.

3:07 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

J, did a vampire raise you?

12:55 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i guess she was raised on venus..by martians

1:57 pm  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

Whew! I don't remember the last dream I had, but whenever they do happen, they are never this weird!! But anyway I guess you can be a bit weird to keep up spirits at times.

2:43 pm  
Blogger m.fletcher said...

J,
You're words are great, you really have it going on here! I discovered you through comments you left on english, august. Even then you were poetic and right on. I would like to link to you, I'm @ http://un-nerved.blogspot.com/
Thank you for the sharing your work with the world!
Gypsygirl

12:35 am  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Interesting dream.

;-)

6:31 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

:)) nice one that

ive been searching roman sandals myself...people have suggested that they would go very well with my very hairy legs!! by rman sandals i mean the ones with staps/strings way up beyond ankle

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Monday, August 01, 2005

The weather's just right. And you're probably dreaming about going home right about now, making yourself a giant-sized sandwich, a yummy cocktail drink, taking off your shoes and settling in for a nice lazy afternoon of DVD watching, with no one at home.
But since you're at fucking work on a Monday – which is incidentally way better than working on a Sunday – you can’t!!!

Now that’s my second good deed for the day.
Oh, and you're welcome cuz I’m going to hell anyway.

It's fine. I’m totally comfortable with that fact. I accept it.

But let's get the reasons straight. Not that you care, but I do, and this is my blog.

I'm going to hell for drinking vodka for breakfast, handing out cigarettes to small children, throwing food at people’s faces, mixing toxic stuff in water and for an unfortunate string of incidents back in 2003 that involved a… aah, no, I’m not telling you guys! I don’t want any more bloggers turned blackmailers.

What the hell, I’m going to hell anyway, and I’m not going to hell specifically for doing this.

It’s another maddening no-work-to-do kinda Monday and I’m pretending to work. Shhhhh

16 Comments:

Blogger @$#!$# said...

Hey enjoy your trip...

and while you are out there, just put in a word or two for me...

if i can live in the office daily, well, hell is nothing.

12:40 pm  
Blogger . : A : . said...

Vodka for breakfast ... very interesting!

:-)

2:36 pm  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahaahaahahahaha...

ROTFL...

Hillarious...

BTW, I used to have beer for/with breakfast.
Vodka? really?

6:13 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dont worry Ms Jayaraman,

The devil ensures a nice evening at Hell. Complimented with au-gratin and sula red

6:20 pm  
Blogger Golden Words said...

And you're probably dreaming about going home right about now, making yourself a giant-sized sandwich, a yummy cocktail drink, NO ...its not the weather.. i do that everytime...

and its not just mondays i pretend to work..its all the days..i figure by the time they figure i dont do work, i would clock enough experience to get a better job in another company...

10:23 pm  
Blogger Woodooz said...

Lol ! I liked the reduced fonts in the end that signified whispering :O)

Not that I intend to become a blackmailer, but it wud be nice to know. Mail me if u think u cannot mention that in ur blog.

11:01 pm  
Blogger mortal thoughts said...

Vodka aint bad at all. Just make sure you drink it with a straw though :)

11:50 pm  
Blogger gvenum said...

Hey lady!! You need to get in line for hell. I was there first:)..Can you pick up a martini mix on the way(I got the taquila)

3:41 am  
Blogger Sudipta Chatterjee said...

I had heard about Monday-Morning-Blues but this one seems straight out of the Red Chilli Sauce. Hee hee... get to Mumbai for a change.

4:47 pm  
Blogger Ram said...

;-).. some very interesting posts that you have in your blog..

thanks for dropping by my blog and hope to see you around..

9:26 pm  
Blogger Manu said...

:-)
speakin of beer...*ahem*.

11:30 pm  
Blogger Rob said...

Oh did you fill out the extra form to become a tour guide in hell? That's this line over here that I'm in LOL

1:45 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

looks like Hell is the more prefered destination these days.. thanks to cheap air-fares.
all credits to devil!

11:42 am  
Blogger J said...

@#$%* ~ Trip? Wot trip? I’m not moving anywhere for the next 5 years. Will look for a place there for u if u give a big fat rent advance :)

A ~ u must try it. Trust me ;)

Conman ~ Finally!!! Someone knows wot I’m talking abt! :D

The Devil ~ Oh, that’s so kind of you… thank u so much for the hospitality. *bows*

GGW ~ Shuddup Kiddo! Me will give u better lessons on procrastinating ok?

Somu ~ Ahem… wot if my mails r hacked :-?

Mortal thoughts ~ Straws??? Naaaaaaaaah. Too sissy :-p

Gvenum ~ I’m all packed up now. Pick me up at 8 will ya? :)

Sudipto ~ Eeeeiiisssh, mumbai aabaar ke jaabe. I took ur advice, didi got wild n she said – go to hell :-p

Ram ~ Sure thing!

Manu ~ hehe... yeah I know! Temme when? ;)

Rob ~ Well u c, I filled no forms… I got automatic admission. But u can show me around when I’m there :D

Anon ~ Does devil run an airline?

12:19 pm  
Blogger cappucinno said...

hahah-man ur funny-did u really sell ciggies to kids??

11:10 pm  
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