Not a big fan...

Here comes one more annoying post and i always welcome rants and abuse with open arms.It starts like this,I HATE RAINS!. Yeah..yeah i know i am nuts as i dont go completely emo and lost when those first rain drops touch my forehead.Hmmm..but i would love to see raveena tandon go crazy and dance like a gibbon in these slimy rains.For those imbeciles who dont understand what i am talking about, concentrate on this photograph with only one eye open for 73 seconds.











Still haven't got it!! Hmm,try drowning in the overflowing gutters in these rains.Just go to this link and get it over with.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=It3TxQ0EEsE
So yes enough of cheapogiri (as one of my friends says), i list down a few reasons for this hate:
1,Your hair gets all sticky and dirty.I am not the ones with ghane kaale leherate baal.But this is what happens to those who have.











2.Although the tyres in our vehicles are built for "INDIAN" roads but a look at our roads in the rains call for a technological revolution in tyre-making.
3.Too much filth is on display.Have you ever walked through those large accumulations of water while walking on the road and wondered who all were having a perfect swim along with their H2O friends.Well i dont want to ruin your sleep but it normally consists of those belongings of ours which we render public everyday in enclosed spaces we call "The Toilet".
4.People start talking and writing a lot of rubbish in these detestful downpours and it assumes lunatic proportions as the season progresses.I wouldnt elaborate much here as too many people are touchy about this.
5,It really puts our day-to-day activities on hold.A cool saying on this goes like this:
I will love you as if the world is going to end tomorrow unless it is postponed by rains.

Difference between a train and an aeroplane

Beware!Yes,I would like you to be warned before you go on to read this next piece of nonsense(refer previous comments) because i will come of as weird(i don't call myself cheap) in subsequent lines.Indians now have money in their hands…and thus can try out what has for long been the privilege of the rich – traveling by aeroplanes.Given below are my first thoughts when I saw an aeroplane – a typical guide for the first time flyer.
You can’t buy unreserved tickets in aeroplanes because there are no unreserved compartments. In fact, there are no compartments at all. This also means, you can’t take those long walks of discovery (of pretty girls) under the pretext of going to the pantry. In fact, most aeroplanes are one hollow tube (something like a 200 ml toothpaste tube) with chairs arranged inside.

There are no Traveling Ticket Examiners in aeroplanes. So, if you can enter an aeroplane without a ticket…the travel is free. Call it coincidence, or hard luck ….but in spite of no TTEs, most ticket-less travelers in aeroplanes have been found dead inside huge suitcases.

You can’t see the gravel thro’ the toilet hole

If like me, you enjoy watching the gravel thro’ the train’s toilet hole…you would be disappointed to know that it is not possible in an aeroplane. Aeroplanes travel in the air and at a considerable height…besides their toilet hole is closed till you press the flush button…which when done sucks the ingredients and destines them to hell.

here is no side upper berth

Unfortunately, there is no side upper berth in an aeroplane. So, silent watching (read ogling) is impossible. Pity because the density of good looking girls is definitely higher in an aeroplane. The closest you can get to a side upper berth…is the Emergency Exit Doors of the aeroplane (there are anywhere between 2-6 such doors in an aeroplane). Travellers who are made to sit in such critical seats are generally well built, able bodied men…in short men who have caught the fancy of the pretty girl who hands the boarding pass at the counter. If you are like me forget it…you will never be considered able-bodied.

The urge to express...

I have been reading anything and everything the the world of blogs has to offer and recently got active as hell on facebook.One thing has struck me again and again that we indeed have a very furious urge to express ourselves,to the point it can be called a disorder.I guess it comes from a renewed sense of individuality that has come up lately in concurrence with the economic boom.All of us have this feeling of possessing something unique which needs to be go up for public display(it can be as insignificant as being being able to devour 100 pani-puris in no time).This pressing desire also signifies a sort of doom for the existing ways of socially connecting (i resist from the ubiquitous word social networking) mainly because we go for in-person meetings when circumstances force us to do so,like i have to meet that person at work or i have to attend that wedding. Well, i don't know how to end this post but i guess something might have been conveyed to the reader.I seriously dont know what that might be!