Shitty Post.....

Excellent poems by not so famous poets... found on toilet doors and walls...

A budding poet trying his best...

Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.

Before he graduated to be a poet, he wrote this...

Here I sit
Broken hearted
Tried to shit
But only farted

Someone who had a different experience wrote

You're lucky
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And shit my pants!

Perhaps it's true that people find inspiration in toilets.

I came here
To shit and stink,
But all I do
Is sit and think.

There are also people who come in for a different purpose...

Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bullshit on the walls...

Toilets walls also double as job advertisement space...

(written high upon the wall)
If you can piss above this line, the Singapore Fire
Department wants you.

Ministry of Environment advertisement.

We aim to please!
You aim too! Please

On the inside of a toilet door:

Patrons are requested to remain seated throughout the
entire performance.

And finally, this should teach some a lesson...
Sign seen at a restaurant:

The hands that clean these toilets also make your
food...please aim properly.

12K and still counting.....

Congratulations: Take a bow Sir!!! A career spanning 2 decades, (bat)tling the expectations, the pressure and the criticism. And when you consider the rate at which children are born in India, the number of people expecting him to perform everytime, increases every second. For someone who has gone through all this pressure and more, numbers seem to be insignificant but nonetheless they just testify the class of Sachin Tendulkar, God to his fans, terror for the opponents, role-model of many a youngsters, motivator in the dressing room and yet a quintessential boy next door. Congratulations Sachin Tendulkar



Postcards from Mohali - 17th October 2008.

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I thought I should do what people say I am good at....No...I aint gonna play cricket here....i m gonna start putting some Deshpandisms (Arshat named them) out here....
So here goes....

The War (Deewar)
Vijay (Amitabh): Mere paas bangla hai, gaadi hai, bank balance hai, naukar hai chakar
hai...tumhare paas kya hai???

Ravi (Sashi Kapoor) : Mere paas bhi bangla hai, gaadi hai, bank balance hai, naukar hai chakar
hai.....

Vijay: Abe kameene....to fir Maa kiske paas hai?????


Fantastic 4:
4 mitra hotel madhe jataat..

waiter yeto ani sagle order detaat..
1st: 1 masala dosa

2nd: ajun 1 masala dosa

3rd: ajun 1 masala dosa



4th: CHALLENGE!!

201 : TOW The Puncture.....

201 : TOW The Puncture.....

There are many things happening around me that i could have written about in my blog regularly.... but being derived from the base class 'LAZY', there isn't a data member 'm_ExtraWork' in my class.....That kept me away from blogging for almost a year....
What then prompted me to override 'void Relax()' with 'void Blog()'???It was this exceptionally funny incident that took place yesterday, 23rd August, involving Vishal.
On Sat. 23rd Aug, me n Vishal started at 7.00 am towards Kothrud, to play cricket with office colleagues.... As we were passing the new stadium for the Commonwealth Youth Games (CYG) on the highway, Vishal's bike got punctured....I got off and Vishal decided to return and get Minal's Scooty. As I waited, Vishal called me and said he had found a tyre repair shop not far from where we were, and was getting the puncture removed. Since I was getting bored, I decided to go there myself....

Upon going there, Vishal told me about the most funniest misunderstandings and misinterpretations you could hear.... The following is the actual conversation between Vishal and the puncture-repair man, as narrated by Vishal....

Puncture Man: Sahab, khila hai tyre main, tube poora gaya..badli karna padega..
Vishal: OK. Theek hai... Naya daal do..lekin accha wala tube daalna..... MRF ka hai naa???
Puncture Man: Sahab, accha hai...lekin MRF ka nahi hai....
Vishal: To kya aisa hi koi local hai kya??
Puncture Man: Nahi sahab, global hai.....
Vishal: ??#$%#$:?>":>$$(Thinking....bloody, this road-side puncture-wala...where the hell did he get this vocabulary from.....Maybe the upcoming CYG and his shop's close proximity to the stadium has encouraged the tyre-shop man to learn english....No wonder he is familiar with terms like local, global....etc...hmmmm......)
Vishal: Theek hai..daal do....

Then, out came the tyre man with the replacement tube......The picture says it all...

When Vishal saw that...he almost fell on the ground with laughter.....And when he told me about it, I started laughing like crazy, and decided immediately that this incident is worth writing about....I clicked a few snaps and after everything was done with the tyre, we resumed on our way to play cricket....
We played for a long time and enjoyed ourselves a lot....but the highlight of the day remained the knowledgeable tyre-wala.....

Season 2 Begins!!!

I am back....after almost 11 months, I decided to restart the task of writing about petty things in life....things about which other people won't even give a tiny rats ass.....but hell...who cares???I like banging my fingers on the keyboard, and I am gonna do it fairly frequently now..... so...prepare for the second season of Funny Days.... I'll try to make them Funnier Days..... :D