note-first things first. three deadlines over.juju you bastard.. where is the blogpost? blog you bitch.blog you bitch (to the tune of fuck you bitch from soad). two days no blogpost you are dead..i will ambalavanar-padhuthfy your love life
one two three... well theres seventeen things i can rant about right now.. wait.. 18 19.. ok 23 to be exact. to borrow words from that richmond guy "say who gives a fuck?"..life seems a sine graph. its either extreme pressure situation or pointless nothing to look forward to state like i am in. i seem to sleep through the transition period. ir maybe its a step graph. its getting too technical. also i went to this high class party yesterday thanks to ro. it was sema comedy.
apparently there is some annual private performance festival at some five star hotel in chennai. and one organisation whose events i have attended twice , is responsible for it. in one minute it went from ah what a nice guardian of local arts to oh fuck another richppl playtoy. there are old age home escaped thatha pati all dressed in the we-stole-mani rathnam movie-costume style... then there were these middle aged people who were writers, poets and actors . basically all were rich. and figure. drool worth girls. all in chick dress. one girl was like wearing a single piece that just covered her boobs and her upper thighs. she got sexy vazhathandu legs. there were a total of five girls who looked my age and would have passed any guy's level.waatha.. and oc saraku.. it was supposed to be at 7. we went tonty mins late. they told us the main person was yet to come and it was about 8 before they even went in. all grandma and grandpa were drinking off. it seems the whole crowd just came for the oc saraku. and there were so many photographers. bindhu paper.. times.. all were there..and each of these five figures came over said hi to ro and got introed. including the single piece dhevadhai. and she sat next to me. saraku control panradha illati indha feelings control panradha.. oh radha..bledy. the max figure i have seen is renganadhan stores t nagar farud tambram who is white and studying in crescent engg college.
anyways sema fun. so many girls. so little time. and this single piece girl got drunk slitcha. just when i was thinking oh no another peter.. the performance started.. ghatam fusion. main reason i was there. no the jingli or the oc high class saraku dint hold me. and when they started this girl was putting a misrachappu thalam perfectly. seven sir. waatha. also there was this real good piece and i was asking ro if she had any idea about it. this girl butt in and proudly proclaims its rathipathi ragam and recited a kalidasa piece. and frm there on she went 20 on scale of ten on overall package rating. hot. knows carnatic so well. and speaks local level tamil too. our conversation ended in kalyani heating part and old anamali wines. plays the violin it seems. and she showed her foto in iyengar style saree. aiyo rama. these rich people confuse me. and then one aunty came over and sat near us. was also wearing peter dress. after party over i get to know that she is this one peice jingli mother. anyways the main event is in two weeks. i got the pass. yay! and facebook events i saw. she is coming. and ro was was rj giving running commentary on every one there in hushed voices. lol rich people are comedy people. idiots. and tyrants. the amount of amit-ness in high level brahmins amazes me. indian terrain kurtas. dei naiye. and the things they speak of. comparing daughter mother butt sizes. and 60 year old grandmas who cant hold a pen puttin saraku. one thing that the single piece jingli disaapointed me-vodka. its ok girls drinking vodka. but to call it wadkha and not voduka.. cha.. wadkha.. woaka.. waatha..
and i should get my hopes high. like aishwarya rai who now repents every second why she accepted the movies jeans she might repent speaking with me. i think mrs.rai would avoid prashanth if they met in any parties by mistake.. thu.. naiye .. i dont know you.. its one of the worst casting case.. the other being abbas in kk..also i think the 21 year old aishwarya rai was the most beautiful women i have ever seen. her hair in a bun. yellow blazer, white shirt, hardly any make up.. advertising the eye donation campaign.. she stole my 2nd standard heart.. and then iruvar.. gorgeous. after that it was downhill. but that women who looked like an angel in that ad..
also you people are very bad. when i have loads of stuff to occupy me you all do one blog post every two days. and now i have nothing to do or look forward to you people dont blog. fuckers. i am going to block you all. i will do voodoo pooja that the single piece jingli speak to me at the concert and dispels my hate for rich and fair people and strengthens my belief that am the next dhanush. thala your movies only i see. i believe all your movies are real. i know it will happen to me. one rich girl will correct me and i will be rich over night. anyways screw riff. there is no guarantee of chicks there. i will save and go for this thing. one day i got pass. other three days gota pay. riff next year pathukulam.
so basically i have nothing to do. wake up daily. sleep and hope that i wake up the next day. yes i have been roaming here and there. i just like eating a sack of dry fine sand and keep on walking rajhasthan. i wonder if my body would get intelligent and drink the water in my blood since i was never going to drink water. the stomach will never fell hungry coz of all the sand in it. and my blood will become solid. my body will be numb and wont feel any pain. it can rot away who cares. and i can die a real peaceful death. getting used to peace is easy. switching between peace and life is tough. or so they say.
have seen many classic movies and all. even saw two woody allen movies. loads of new music. i somehow altered my policy and have started reading ebook. half you people hate catcher in rye .why? to both the half. anyways i have started with war and peace and lolita. i want to write sort of modern spoofish version. how much space does a man need. i wrote that as a blog post . have to finish it. and war and piece as a synopsis i might try. kills time. also since may 16th i havent touched a drop of alcohol. even when college people came over and we went pondicherry. even when we had oc saraku yesterday. i need it.
pps- i take back few stuff about younger girls. they are proving to be highly amusing and wild. still irritating