Seesh!

Tsk, the environment

The world is our oyster, let’s take the pearl and ejaculate into the shell, just for fun, why not?!

I write absolute crap and whine about the world and the humans that infiltrated at the turn of the 19^th Century.

I get to say the F – word. Fists up in the air (actual movement)

So, there just a few things I would like to bring to your notice.

1. Your sitting on an ant
2. Wait, wait, wait for it. Now, one more specie just got extinct.

“It might be that ant you sat on”

3. Drought and floods
4. Rising sea levels, the whales must have just started a water polo club
5. Storms, god’s fault
6. Earth quakes, china needed a shaking up
7. War, America’s fault
8. Population, Adam’s fault
9. Changing yields, we all going to die because our ancestors made being a doctor, engineer and an architect the most sort after job.
10. Reduction in sea ice, damn penguins look weird in any case. Kill em all, huh?

The list as you can see goes on. What I am trying to say is that this is all due to population which is due to adulteration. In actuality the above points is due to Global Warming.

Why adulteration?

1. the reason you have kids is because you were guilty you were with some one else
2. the reason the 3^rd party has babies was because you were having so much fun
3. the reason your doing some one arbid, is because you were indulging yourself in porno earlier and you all rattled up
4. mans need to sow his seed all over the place, sounds like fun but its not 21^st century.

I am joking; surely there is no connection between adultery - population explosion and population with global warming. There is, there is…

I wonder if population increase and body warmth can have an impact. I am sure they can, we could blame Ronald for the same.

So take a few millions years and voila it will be us and the cockroaches. More like your sons, daughters and cockroaches.

Our sons will be chasing cockroaches when on heat? Fun!

I would like to give you a solution, but this would be me running around like Sanjay. I am not flying anytime soon hence I am not scared.

Remember, Fiction is the way to narrate

I will see on a more serious page later.

“The Ben and Jerry adventure”

Tense those eye lids, look beyond yonder and say “The Ben and Jerry adventure” and (wait for it..) lip curl.


A relentless pursuit it was to buy a bucket of Ben & Jerry ice cream; 5 malls and 4 “foreign maal” general stores. All these shops and two frowning faces. Yes, we were incapable of this task as two foreign people in an unforeign land, it was tedious.


“Man the traffic is too much, and its fucking wet” Ben said with a Whipack!, a hit to the thigh. I was there staring at the dark sky with droplets hitting my eyes and concealing the tears of pain, the pain of not having the Ben & Jerry’s when needed. Yes, this is what drives people, does it not? The power. The Money. The Ice cream. The need to be resourceful, I mean.

Jerry stepped out of the auto with a frown of clinical unsatisfactory twitches and Ben, stepped out with a This-is-going-to-be-funny look. It was humid with a tinge of damp pee, a narrow cement snake hole to a long poorly lit corridor. A few looks here and few looks there. “who called the geeks from biology class” Ben said in a twang that only hides the obvious insecurity of a south Indian boy born in America. Sheepishly, I laughed thinking that it was funny, considering it was a death metal concert. Just then a boy who was 16 ran in with checked shorts and a long sweater, curly long hair and one who would get honorary membership to the eunuch convention. The music being great and all, with a mosh pit that was within the four walls of a hall the size of a Balu the bear’s cave and with acoustics that Balu enjoyed too.


That eunuch was going mad, he was more boisterous than the fat pigmy with the Chinese beard who was standing next to me, shaking his head like it was solar powered. “What do fat people do with so much fat?”
Caucasians and Indian folk have one similarity, they are unassuming and difference being we can adapt and they change things, and we change with them which is also assumingly unassuming.


...... twisted. (Wait for it..) lip curl.

Sex and Exercise

There was a crisp cleansing breeze the sparrows leaped in front of me, stared, puffed, stared, flew, stalled, puffed and flew off again. The tiny bastards are quite edgy if you ask me. It was a beautiful evening, the shadows of 5 o' clock sun and all that. Every shadow sang its own tune with every brush of wind and every shift in sun. The pebbles shrieky grind made me bounce onto the turf where the vibrations of every other dirty human foot. "Ah fuck a beetle", skipped and stood still. This is tedious. The beetle crawled took a right from the left of my foot and snuggled. These VW's are so expensive to maintain.

Sparrow again.

The grass crunched, the wind blew below a sweet elderly man's bed sheet spreading it almost evenly on the green grass and pop came out his Asian girl friend from behind the bushes, a pop! yes, but i think she tripped on her heel. There was an uncomfortable stumble. She smiled sheepishly to show her teeth, all white - an elephant tusk washed with bleach, firm tits and a toned bodice. A prize, I say. I stood in awe, smitten by the fact that it was not a white old fool but an Indian bloke who wore a polo shirt and khaki pants, oh! white too.

Mrs. Khanna whizzed by me, with swift strides and wonky tonk walk.

Fat Mary(a guy) and Clarisse seemed to be walking towards me with conviction. There heads slanted to the right and quick brisk strides with Their straight hair deciding the fate of their hair styles. I smiled, they starred in awkwardness "the same guy with the same t-shirt" I wanted to stand infront of them and slap their south eastern heads straight. Fat Mary's head was surely remoulded to the right due to excessive fornicating with Fredrick fucking him from behind, on his fours, his right face cheek perched against a pink pillow. I wonder if Clarisse gets the same treatment or doomed due to his gayness. She did not stare.

But the fucking sparrow did a "freeze" on me again.

And there they were, the stereotypical old man Asian syndrome. His tits were just as alive, that 80 year old man had the swagger of a hip-hop artist on some serious pain killers. He swayed, she got bumped, sailed back, and slid her hand into his wrinkly experienced hands. this bump and slide continued for a while.

It's a wonder how conscious people are when looked at, some people seem to loose there balance when scrutinized. We inflict this and hate it at the same time.

And Mrs. Khanna sped past me again, with her sun glasses off, her hair tied back and a leap. “She is beating my hollow, i should follow her and chase her bum.”

Damn that sparrow.