aki: heres a thought, whatsay we go to mahindra chowk n have a browny sunday...
so it all began, given the 47 degree centigrade average temperature and of course the heavenly taste of dark chocolate cake covered by three huge scoops of vanilla with chocolate chips n a thick gluttony layer of hot chocolate whose beauty can only be rivalled by the himalayan peaks covered with snow, only the colour has to be turned inside out, mmmmm, oh... where was i... han... so it seemed a very "just thing" to do...
aki: chal na, kal se jogging... pakka... i'll wake u up... cmon bro... its only when you come here that i go there, only with you...
i knew he was lying... reasons... for one he weighs more than me... but i gave him the credit... not that i was very confident of keeping the commitment of jogging... maybe at that point i was... well watever...
so we went there, never mind 40 degrees at 8:30 in the evening n the resolution to cut calories n have "healthy food" while at home at least, n ordered it... at 60 bucks a piece, its an unhealthy and a hoodwinked bargain, but i don't weigh 85 kilos because i give a damn about it, if you know what i mean...
then a bugger came just as i was about to enter... asked me for some money, said he hadnt had any food n crap like that... before i could do anything, the shopkeeper shooed him away... "bloody bastards, never mind them... they're stupid shit pots... u wont even like shittin on them"... well i like shitting, for reasons mentioned before (read "this blog is dedicated to shit")... so i said "dont mention, u can do something about ur language though" n carried on...
after i had indulged in the sunday n gratified myself n when i was through with all the scraping of hot chocolate off the bottom of the plastic plate, i finally decided to part with it... yes i threw it in the dust bin... with all the trash in there, the milk shake glasses n other plastic plates, there it lied... one amongst many like it...
over... time to move on, n just as i turn back to get a tissue paper, i took this image above... the guy was the same bugger for sure... he took out the "empty" plastic plate, licked it, fought over it with his other counterparts n threw it on the grass and moved to the next shop... he couldnt be more than 8yrs old.
i think i felt nauseous, but thats about it... i really couldnt do anything, atleast i 'd like to believe that... jai jawan, jai hindustan...
ps: i tried to continue with the humor i wanted in this blog, but the only type pertinent enough was sullen, if i hurt anyones sentiments, please understand it was supposed to be sarcastic, a joke on the human mentallity and the world of boneheads, of which i am an outlawed member...
aki: chal na, kal se jogging... pakka... i'll wake u up... cmon bro... its only when you come here that i go there, only with you...
i knew he was lying... reasons... for one he weighs more than me... but i gave him the credit... not that i was very confident of keeping the commitment of jogging... maybe at that point i was... well watever...
so we went there, never mind 40 degrees at 8:30 in the evening n the resolution to cut calories n have "healthy food" while at home at least, n ordered it... at 60 bucks a piece, its an unhealthy and a hoodwinked bargain, but i don't weigh 85 kilos because i give a damn about it, if you know what i mean...
then a bugger came just as i was about to enter... asked me for some money, said he hadnt had any food n crap like that... before i could do anything, the shopkeeper shooed him away... "bloody bastards, never mind them... they're stupid shit pots... u wont even like shittin on them"... well i like shitting, for reasons mentioned before (read "this blog is dedicated to shit")... so i said "dont mention, u can do something about ur language though" n carried on...
after i had indulged in the sunday n gratified myself n when i was through with all the scraping of hot chocolate off the bottom of the plastic plate, i finally decided to part with it... yes i threw it in the dust bin... with all the trash in there, the milk shake glasses n other plastic plates, there it lied... one amongst many like it...
over... time to move on, n just as i turn back to get a tissue paper, i took this image above... the guy was the same bugger for sure... he took out the "empty" plastic plate, licked it, fought over it with his other counterparts n threw it on the grass and moved to the next shop... he couldnt be more than 8yrs old.
i think i felt nauseous, but thats about it... i really couldnt do anything, atleast i 'd like to believe that... jai jawan, jai hindustan...
ps: i tried to continue with the humor i wanted in this blog, but the only type pertinent enough was sullen, if i hurt anyones sentiments, please understand it was supposed to be sarcastic, a joke on the human mentallity and the world of boneheads, of which i am an outlawed member...
