Tower Burger Patty, Femme Fatale and What the Fuck!

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Fillion Montson:

And there he was. Like always. It just seemed that this time he had it. The Restaurant seemed to be a distant dream now. he didn’t know what to choose now. But above all that, he dint know what he really wanted. He couldn’t digest what he saw. It was huge. And taller than what he could ever have imagined anything bearing such a name to be. Anyway, that time was long back, and looking back to it seemed to ease some of his inborn urges. And then he concluded. It was the patty. It has always been the patty. He was always specific with what he wanted. A Tower Hamburger, with Cheese and Bacon, with a pinch of Pepper. Whatever the mushy yet grainy bread made for sheer awesomeness, it all came down to the patty, and it was the Patty that decided the Burger. Not the crust, not the topping, not the sauces, but the Patty, and the Patty alone.



Lisa Himax Rayce:

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Will the real Best Buddy please Stand Up? On the Great Wall of China maybe.

They always say its a woman who stands between two men who are best friends. But viewing it from a different perspective, I am with the lady really. Maybe she just made the guys understand that their so-called Best-Buddy-hood was, after all, weak, too weak that her mere presence has broken in. So, in that way, she just helped the two guys in realizing the fact that true friendship is way beyond what they thought it to be. Lets get this story going already! 😛


Enter Protagonist. The chap had an awesome group of people around him called friends. Soon he gets a girl, and thats that. Here’s where the second girl enters. Now you all might be thinking, will she be threat to the relationship? Does he have an affair with this new chick, bla bla.. usual TV series stuff. But then this aint that. This happens to be my blogpost, so that never chances(trust me. it never will as well). 🙂

So second girl enters, quickly becomes one of the best buddies. (now thats skill!) All’s well. But it is here that something goes wrong. She gets ridiculed. The guy doesnt have a clue why. But apparently he does(you can almost sense the confusion there). Somehow, he finds a wall. Something like a Great Wall of China, with his “old” buddies on top.


Now here’s the thing.

He has a girl. She loves him, He loves her.

He has a best friend. She makes him happy, he makes her happy.

He can climb that wall, “can” NOT “will” or “should” or “has to”.

He wants to climb that wall. But he needs two people on board with him. The two girls.

Finally he makes it up with both of them. There he finds his buddies.

The Great Wall of China is long, and huge, and there is place for everyone.

He needs Everyone on the great wall.


Please try to find your point in this post.I would really appreciate if you posted what you have gathered in my comments section. Just want to know if this write up had a point. 😛


Ciao Buggers. Cheers. \m/



At times you think you know a lot of things. But then those are times… just times… at the end of it, you blandly realize the fact that You are more wrong than How wrong you expected yourself to be. Human relationships are like human beings. They are never certain, Hollow at times, and at times, totally reason-void. Now with my rep-sheet, you might be wondering if this is one of those posts, but no, This is a totally different one. I assure you that part at the least. But then to come to think of it from the surface itself, you can see crystal clear to where I’m going. Okay, lets cut the intro part on this one to only this much.

In my 19 years of life, I’ve met a lot of people. But then to come to think of it, only few remain as constants, both in the case of friendship and in the case of acquaintances. o which point I’ve realized that, there are some people who we meet, and when we come in contact with them, we somehow know where we are with them. It’s not like a normal relationship building thing, where the first impression, or the lasting impression decides everything. To those people, There is no need of the “impressing them” part. All they are interested is in your true self, and vice avers.

It’ll be so damn clear about where they stand in our lives. There’ll be no confusion, there’ll be no “That’s Complicated” terminology and there will be No answer for the question… “What is your relation with him/her?” Of-course, we come up with satisfactory answers for ourselves n unsatisfactory ones for the general people, who seem so hollow in their WYSIWYG attitude. But then at the end of the day, Impressing the crowd doesn’t matter, until unless you are some celebrity with a decent fan following.

Here is where I confess. I’m smart enough to know what people think of me, and even smarter enough to know how to ignore them. But then, the only thing that pains me is the fact that the people I ignore think I’m totally clueless about the shit they are throwing at me. Yeah, I know the whole idea of my ignorance is ironic, but then That lil fact, I just cant ignore.

Now to the practical part. To be honest, I’m just 19 and I don’t want to think about my future love-life. Of-course, I’m a lil concerned about my education n all, but then I don’t mix n drive… Its only when someone asks you in the face about the former, will you realize you are at a total baseless point. That time, I choose to ignore reality altogether and warp to my dreamworld. And that’s how I’m still together, in one piece.

From a point where there is no reason, why do we always have to drag ourselves to a place where you have to justify your past, present n future? And even worse, is it even worth it? Why can’t we just dream on, follow our own instincts, n get there when we get there. I’m siting an example: Why are we so worried about the prospective relative conflicts that may occur from some marriage that may happen some 6 years later(definitely not hoping for it), when we are totally in love with each other? Is it even a reason to move on, by stopping what is going on strong, and without any particular reason, just because there’ll be some shit happening if whatever happens the way we are postulated? “If” “What If”.. Are these words totally deciding where we are going? And the worst part is, due to all this shit, we try to make up reasons for which there are no reasons. “I don’t know. I love you so very much. But then at the end of it, We both know it wont work out. And at that point, we would have grown real close to each other like inseparable souls. And if we try to separate us then due to this reason, we may both be ending up in disaster n pain… So lets move on… But then I miss you.” Maybe its my shit attitude towards practicality and “If” at times, but can anyone explain to me why I should do whatever that’s supposed to be done, rather than do what I want? Can’t I ever do what my heart feels like? Why should I let my fcking brain override the shit outta it? Maybe we’ll hurt ourselves if at all it comes. But then Why can’t we love each other till it chances, if at all it comes to that point in the first place?

Ohkay… this is one way of seeing it. But it’s not always this relationship that’s in question. Various others too. Why should practicality ever ruin what is good now? And Why are we letting it ruin it and our happiness? When did all of us become so self-centered, to only think of ourselves in the future? Why can’t we make our dreams, both emotional and the rest as our goals, and try to achieve them, for which we have to be successful in the first place.

What I’m trying to say is… Why can’t we extend our dreams beyond the materialistic bit, ’cause suppose we reach all that we dream of like that and achieve all of that, wouldn’t there be something still missing? Why cant we prioritize those things, so that we’ll jump the hurdles n reach there, rather than making the second last hurdle the finish line? This was one message “Love Aaj Kal” gave, beyond the surface plot n message. And almost every soul missed it. Hope you got what I wanted to tell you from this panoply of rabidness.


Maybe it wont happen, maybe it can’t happen… Maybe you know that.

But then its still a “Maybe”…

The Shoe Age.

Yes. Shoes, Chappals, Sandals, Sneakers, Boots, all of em used to feature on our feet some time in the past. But ever since dear Muntazer al-Zaidi, the Iraqi journalist…yep, the guy who has a cult following now, threw his polished leather at Bush, we Indians have so interestingly followed it up with our share.

The general elections yet again saw two useless powers battling it out for a kursee. As the ads say, they are Baajaapaa and YuvaShatti. With Yuvashatti’s hot favourite youngster said he wasnt’ mature enough to become PM, we are forced to think if he is any good in bed either, with a girl that is. If he didnt admit anything of that sort. maybe there was chance of him winning… poor chap, lacks a political brain eh?  And poor Singh got the Shoe hurling this time. Apparently, the shoe did not reach him, and so he ‘pardoned’ the young dude who did it. Whoo! what a generosity!! Daath dene padenge!


And the scores are not levelled. Baajaapaa supremo, who will might well be defeated by a dancing queen in his constistency, i.e. only if the people in that consistency have some grey matter in their heads(Its North, so I doubt it really!), has a record of two shoes, no wait, or were they Chappals? Apparently the guys who threw were dropouts. There’s something you learn in Physics, called Projectile motion, as both chappals fell short of the old bloke by a kilometer!!

But the chappal race is not over as it seems. Gujarat seems to need much better scores in this game.

But I disagree on the treatment they give the shoeflingers. I thought our Constitution preamble read as India to be a

“…SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC and to secure to all its citizens:JUSTICE, social, economic and political;

LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship;

EQUALITY of status and of opportunity;

and to promote among them all

FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation…”

In that case, it is not fair to plead them guilty for shoe flinging. Lets be logical. You can’t blame them as they never disrespected any respected national leader like Mahatma Gandhi or Bhagat Singh… They just did that to yet another guy on the street who thinks he is a hotshot. So thats not a crime. And for the shoe hitting them..What the F are the security for? Since almost all of em are not worthy to be assassinated or anything, its better they start catching shoes… and its the shoes to be blamed and the one who had the shoe hurling up to them of whose activity had eventually started this dramarama, not the source of the shoe, or the chappal for that matter!!

Lord save the King and Queen(of Travancore that is). God bless Kerala. Mera Bharat Mahan!

Fly you!!

I’ve been a Random reader for quite some months now. It all started at the Kottayam Railway station, which is a bloody boring place… and then there was Random! Ever since there has been a copy of Random on almost every train journey I made… and with good reason!

And it also features this comic strip thats a lil too over the top… so here’s the latest of their strips…

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Fly You Fools – Indian Comics about Life.
Yeah right! :mrgreen:

Continual Timeshift

It’s looks like life has turned out pretty okay for me…well except for the fact that a normal day for me goes like this…



  • Why is my bed crying under my friekin’ feeble body?


  • Why is the time 1:15 am, and why the hell am I awake now?


  • Why did I sleep on my phone? Oh God! Why are there a dozen of unread messages by the morning?
  • Why do I brush my teeth? Why does the water look like it was rerouted from the sewage?


  • Why do I take a bath? WTF! Is it necessary?
  • Hell no! Why is the time now 6:00am? Where did all that time go?
  • Why do I even bother to open a book? Shit.


  • Why am I bunking prayer and going to an ancient hotel to have a non-veggie breakfast?
  • Why am I on the bus to college by 7:30 am?
  • Why does the bus take ages to reach college?


  • Why am I opening the civil block all by my f^ckin self?
  • What the heck am I doing in college at this time of the morning?
  • Why isn’t my assignment complete?


  • Why didn’t anyone wish me Good Morning?
  • Why am I wishing everyone instead?
  • Why am I so involved in some work that I discover when others come? Why don’t I get enlightened beforehand?
  • Oh great! Where the hell is my Mechanics note?
  • So finally my BEE Note is complete, and so I’ll get the attendance for the last BEE hour. Yippee! But why is the BEE Miss on leave?
  • Why did I even come to college today?


  • Why in the dip-shit-hole am I showing off in class? What do I have to do that, in the first place?
  • Why am I mad at that girl over there for having a two idli breakfast, and bragging that she won’t have her lunch today?
  • Why is she mad at me now?
  • Why is the college canteen a 5 minute walk away from my block?
  • Why am I in the college canteen satisfying my appetite with a retarded lunch?
  • Why am I back in class? Why the F?
  • Why is she now complaining that she is hungry and swearing at me for having lunch?
  • Why did I even bother to have that lunch?
  • Why am I swearing at her, and now ignoring her completely, and in a way glorifying everyone around her, except, of course, her herself?
  • Why is everyone so paranoid today?


  • Why are there so many people out there who all want me to run their errands? Why is it all so retarding shit?
  • Why did I even become the Class Representative? What was I thinking then?
  • Holy Macaroni! How come I topped the Graphics test that 85% of the class flunked? What does that make me?
  • Why am I holding up my drawing sheet in front of that front-bencher girl, who has so many doubts in her life, and giving out that evil laugh momentarily?


  • Why am I in the College Bus?
  • Why am I now walking back to my Hostel?
  • Why am I supposed to get into my hostel by 6:30pm? Why am I getting in at 6:30pm?
  • Why is there no water for me to have a bath?


  • Finally! Sewage water! But why in the crowcunt am I not doing my laundry?
  • Hmm … Prayer time… Why did I pray for everyone I know?
  • Why am I opening my book in front, and thinking about something else, yet finishing my homework?


  • Why does the supper suck like dip shit?
  • Why am I so tired that I go to sleep at 10:00pm?
  • Why do I give a round of missed calls before I doze off.


  • Why the f^ck am I sleeping?


  • Why am I not content with how things turned out for me, and why do I have questions that search for logic for each and everything, yet at the end of the day, forget everything, get ready for the next day, and so generating a 5 day loop which involves nothing, nothing at all?


As you can see, Life is how we make it. But then trash the reality for some time. I’m desperately trying to ignore the questions that I have. But then I want answers. Please feel free to answer them. If you have any suggestions, be my guest.


I have always wondered how excruciating things get as it progresses through the time stream. But somehow we always fall behind. Just take this one thing into consideration. It’s raining outside, it’s heavily raining…and you are supposed to wear Jeans and some stupid Tshirt which has a “Levi’s” tag. Now I just don’t get this “supposing” thing. Who should suppose, you, me or the God of the Clouds, Indra? I don’t get the logic. You live in a place known for it. Sunshine that tans your skin till it becomes liked burned chocolate brownies. Rainfall and water in puddles to sink the Titanic. A complete setup. Still no one dares to venture out in their Bermuda shorts and RayBan glasses, because if you do that here, It’s better that you pierce your tits instead Or so is the situation as everyone thinks it is. Ya, everyone thinks the same, It’s just that, you think you are the only one to think so, and apparently feels a lil scared of embarrassment that you don’t just testify your stand. Come on, When was the last time you saw a local in our city go around in Monsoon wear. (It actually features a Bermuda shorts or a plaited waterproof trouser, topped with a cotton or linen shirt, and a RayBan or a Police shades for chaps, and for girls, there are way more options I can’t quite recall due to lack of real exposure perhaps, or has society come to such a level that people should start reading Maxim and Good HouseKeeping??) But then everyone seems to compromise with their style when its raining. I am not blaming the middle class or below, but the guys who have some bucks could do that na. There’s no harm in trying. The problem is basically, People prejudge situations here. That’s the main reason outdoor fashion here sucks like hell. People ain’t open to fashion, and no one dares either. Come on, I don’t think I’m wrong this time. Try to prove it. Justify.