Tiger! Tiger!




Raindrops on roses n tigers on beaches

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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of…

..someone else’s favourite things. Not mine. So who cares?

Blah.

These are a few of my favourites–

1. a majestic n fierce royal bengal tiger (or tigress)
2. a quiet calm and beautiful beach
3. a rainbow
4. chilled beer
5. princess leia, preferably in her gold bikini
6. an open air theatre
7. usage of u after o in words like ‘favourite’, neighbourhood’, ‘colour’ etc.
8. that sweet norwegian movie ‘odd little man’

The day I watch ‘odd little man’ – with proper English (UK) subtitles, in an open air theatre located by a quiet n calm beach, in overcast conditions with a rainbow in the sky, with only two other spectators –
a) one fully grown royal bengal tiger (or tigress)
b) one princess, answers to the name Leia, in her gold bikini, having pints n pints of chilled beer with me

- I’ll be more than happy to renounce my earthly existence (once the movie and beer is over of course)

Nobody would’ve died happier.

I’ll attain salvation.

Budham Saranam Gachami


This girl n me

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This girl, she comes to me, tells me, she loves me.
She tells me she’s been watching me, she’s never met anyone quite like me, she sees all the world in me.
She tells me she will do anything for me, swim the seas for me, climb the peaks for me;
Jump across, walk through, run down any barrier for me.
She hugs me, she kisses me and she looks at me,
Oh, she is so sweet to me.

This girl, she comes to me, she tells me she wants to be with me.
She tells me she cares about me, she dreams about me, she thinks of nothing but me.
She tells me she values my honesty, modesty and sincerity.
Man, she clearly understands me!
She clears all the doubt in me, yes, she is in love with me.

This girl, she comes to me, virtually worships me, she fascinates me.
I do not see any trickery, she overwhelms me with flattery.
She tells me she will do my laundry, buy my grocery, keep me in luxury.
She will watch over me like my mother god fairy.
It is elementary, she is under some sorcery.

This girl, I look at her. She is oh-so-beautiful.

Really, do look at her. Arrrrrrrr...my thoughts turn sinful

I look at her, she looks at me.

One moment passes.

A second moment follows.

At the third moment, I smile at her, and she smiles back at me

I borrow her cell, call up my home and tell them -


- not to expect me

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Looking good

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I’m handsome. In all my modesty, I modestly declare I’m the single most handsome guy on the planet. I’m the craze of lovely maidens. My 10th grade teacher had the hotties for me (that’s the reason I flunked two years. Even though I was brilliant, she failed me on purpose so she could keep me in her year). Apart from this, I’ve had a smooth ride so far.
Attention when I need it, attention when I don’t need it. A boastable list of telephone numbers. Hell, I can even make a big catalog outta my current and ex-girl friends. No sweat! Girls of all kind – rich, famous, influential, gorgeous-to-the-most-superlative-degree – they run around me, fulfilling each and every one of my wishes, however trivial, just to keep me happy. And it’s all because I’m extraordinarily good looking.

Now...

Suppose for an instant that I am not handsome

{Shudder}

Perish the thought, I can’t imagine what an ordinary life it would mean.
It’s difficult ti suppose, but just imagine that I was never really good-looking (NOTE: at this point if you feel a slight tremor, it could possibly be because of a collective shudder of all those girls at different parts of the world who, god forbid, imagined this at the same time).

Life would’ve been plain, MY life of course. I wouldn’t have got all the attention I’ve gotten used to now. I would’ve had to work hard for everything. No rich super-model girl friends any more. A five and a half feet tall, slightly plump, bespectacled girl at the most. An average girl for an average boy who’ll have an average life, beset with the average problems of the world.

Aw it’s depressing. I confess. I’m not handsome. I’m an average boy of the world (boo hoo hoo). I lied.

Then again, if you look at the big picture, none of this really dun matter. To look at the big picture, and appreciate its splendid treat of visual magnificence and out-o’-this-world experience, you’ll have to step back a tiny winy bit. So step back a tiny winy bit.

A bit more. Don’t hesitate now, move on, move on.
Let’s say, step back 250,000 kilometers. You are in outer space. Nay, you are in heaven.

Now look down (Are you afraid of heights? or dark? or being in strange places?). Look down from heaven’s eyes.

Can you see the earth? Isn’t it good looking? From way out there, my problems practically do not exist, right? I bet you can’t even see me if I wave my hand at you. You can’t see that I am still clinging on to something that I should’ve let go when she said it can’t work out exactly four years and four months back. You can’t see that I let another potential relationship, which was too good to be true for an average guy, go to ruins. And you can’t see that I’d give anything to get my speech back (Sob, it’s touching).

All you see is Earth going round-n-round the Sun. If it is there in one piece, and it goes on its way, you are happy. May be the Heaven-dweller is happy too (psst..ask Him)

I guess the Earth will go on its way no matter I get what I want or not. Agreed? In that case, why don’t I get what I want? Now that you're already in Heaven, I'm sure you can arrange it - just to make my day (read : pretty please...? [eye lashes batter-batter])

Take it down -

I’d rather be extraordinarily handsome.

And smart too.

And yeah... I’d rather Carmen Electra has the hotties for me

:-D (EEEEEEEE)


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