I gave her a sticker with the number 2 on it
and told her to stick it on the potty.
Category 1: No. 2
Category 2: How pleased we are with ourselves
:)
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Back. Quack.
Anil Kapoor swivelled around in his chair to face the contestants and glared at both of them. The tension hung heavy in the air like the coming monsoon. The two finalists of "Kaun Banega Lounge Piranha Bass-pati" shifted uneasily in their chairs. Both had taken a tireless tirade of questions on music theory (designed by Kamal) and rock history (designed by George), and they were tied on 115 points - it was turning into a photo finish. "Alrightttttty then!", yelled Anil Kapoor, "This is the golden goal round! I ask a question and if you hit the buzzer first and answer correctly, you win the contest!"... excited whispers went around the studio audience.. "If you hit the buzzer and answer incorrectly...", Anil Kapoor paused for effect and suddenly looked very serious, a hush went throught the audience... "You loooooose!", the studio audience went bananas, somebody screamed and had a heart attack and was rushed away by paramedics.
"So letttttt's do it!". "First question - everybody loves Miles, can one of you tell me what key his trumpet was in?", chatterchatterchatter went the audience... Runtun looked stunned and wondered who Miles was, "Must have made some music before I was born...", he thought to himself. Shalini had two fingers on her foreheard and had gone into a trance. Flashback. She was 7 years old and in guitar class. Her guitar teacher was trying to make her understand the difference between a major and minor seventh when suddenly an earthquake rocked the house, everything caved in and within no time she was lost in the rubble and the house was on fire. As she crawled towards the window, tears streaming from her eyes she saw a poster, it had a trumpet on it and a scale chart, what key was it in? Her photographic memory was straining to the point of breaking, she'd only glanced at the poster for a moment and it was years ago but now her life depended on it, she strained further sending electromagnetic shockwaves from her skull, far away near Iceland, a ship's compass suddenly started spinning violently, somewhere in Bihar a Bodhi tree sprouted flowers, back in Bombay she came out of a trance and hit the buzzer with a smile on her face. She had the answer.
What: Return of Lounge Piranha
When: Thursday, 28th May, 8pm
Where: B Flat - a gorgeous new bar on 100 Feet Road Indiranagar!
# 776, 100 feet road, Indiranagar, (opp. Little Italy restaurant), ph: 42414000
Why: Mins Because
As always, please come :)
and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise
"So letttttt's do it!". "First question - everybody loves Miles, can one of you tell me what key his trumpet was in?", chatterchatterchatter went the audience... Runtun looked stunned and wondered who Miles was, "Must have made some music before I was born...", he thought to himself. Shalini had two fingers on her foreheard and had gone into a trance. Flashback. She was 7 years old and in guitar class. Her guitar teacher was trying to make her understand the difference between a major and minor seventh when suddenly an earthquake rocked the house, everything caved in and within no time she was lost in the rubble and the house was on fire. As she crawled towards the window, tears streaming from her eyes she saw a poster, it had a trumpet on it and a scale chart, what key was it in? Her photographic memory was straining to the point of breaking, she'd only glanced at the poster for a moment and it was years ago but now her life depended on it, she strained further sending electromagnetic shockwaves from her skull, far away near Iceland, a ship's compass suddenly started spinning violently, somewhere in Bihar a Bodhi tree sprouted flowers, back in Bombay she came out of a trance and hit the buzzer with a smile on her face. She had the answer.
What: Return of Lounge Piranha
When: Thursday, 28th May, 8pm
Where: B Flat - a gorgeous new bar on 100 Feet Road Indiranagar!
# 776, 100 feet road, Indiranagar, (opp. Little Italy restaurant), ph: 42414000
Why: Mins Because
As always, please come :)
and please not forget...
www.loungepiranha.com for one cup sykosis
www.myspace.com/loungepiranhamusic for one spoon noise
Self pity
Self-pity is the psychological state of mind of an individual in perceived adverse situations who has not accepted the situation and does not have the confidence nor ability to cope with it. It is characterized by a person's belief that he or she is the victim of events and is therefore deserving of condolence. Self-pity is generally regarded as a negative emotion in that it does not generally help deal with adverse situations. However, in a social context it may result in either the offering of sympathy or advice. Self-pity may be considered normal, and in certain circumstances healthy, so long as it is transitory and leads to either acceptance or a determination to change the situation.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-pity
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-pity
Saturday, May 23, 2009
'You are lucky... For me'
Her mother, to her.
Category1: Sticky words
Category2: ♥
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Her mother, to her.
Category1: Sticky words
Category2: ♥
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Letter
You won't be stolen away from me will you?
I'm not careless with you.
More,
Comfortable.
It's easy to mistake the two, one for the other.
ox
I'm not careless with you.
More,
Comfortable.
It's easy to mistake the two, one for the other.
ox
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Episode 15
Based on a true story, in case you wanted to know
[Click on image to enlarge]
Courtesy:www.pispeak.blogspot.com
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Love
'Oh shatter!' exclaims Sir Rohington.
Looks like we've got a war on our hands.
(passes the pipe)
Lord K takes a drag.
(passes it back)
'What's the matter?' inquires Lord K.
'I broke the love platter.' Sir Rohington looks disparingly at the pieces and also the crowd gathering around, intent on war.
'No worries.' Says Lord K, putting on a fake Scottish accent for the amassing crowds. 'All we have to do is HYPNOTISE them.'
'Stare intently at them and say it with me Rohington, my boy.'
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
The crowd one slightly confused moment later takes up the chant.
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
More and more people join in and pretty soon the whole world is thinking this way. All thoughts of war set aside for the time being.
The day is saved.
Lord Kamal is declared hero and saver of the day.
Autograph signing session to be held.
Where?-TBA
When?- after the show
Why?- Chumma. Be there.
:)
Make love not war. On the bed, not on the floor.
Category1: Sample invite for Lounge Piranha Show
About me : Aspiring invitation maker
Looks like we've got a war on our hands.
(passes the pipe)
Lord K takes a drag.
(passes it back)
'What's the matter?' inquires Lord K.
'I broke the love platter.' Sir Rohington looks disparingly at the pieces and also the crowd gathering around, intent on war.
'No worries.' Says Lord K, putting on a fake Scottish accent for the amassing crowds. 'All we have to do is HYPNOTISE them.'
'Stare intently at them and say it with me Rohington, my boy.'
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
The crowd one slightly confused moment later takes up the chant.
"Make love, not war." "Make love, not war."
More and more people join in and pretty soon the whole world is thinking this way. All thoughts of war set aside for the time being.
The day is saved.
Lord Kamal is declared hero and saver of the day.
Autograph signing session to be held.
Where?-TBA
When?- after the show
Why?- Chumma. Be there.
:)
Make love not war. On the bed, not on the floor.
Category1: Sample invite for Lounge Piranha Show
About me : Aspiring invitation maker
Friday, May 01, 2009
Someone claimed to have experienced a future life, and in that future, she explained that human being were evolved mentally and considered emotional reactions base. Something vulgar even.
I've been trying lately not to rationalize my emotions as much.
I think this, more than anything, is what makes us human.
Category: Emotion sickness
I've been trying lately not to rationalize my emotions as much.
I think this, more than anything, is what makes us human.
Category: Emotion sickness
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