Saturday, December 22, 2007

wonderin...

aaah...m bak in pune...a place where i can safely say that i have time on me hands...n now that i do, i feel like wringin its bloody neck!!where was all this time when i needed it the most(referrin to the compres of course)..bak in colg i wud try to calm down by tellin myself--hey ive still got a day, the friggin wrld rotates once in that period so wats this stupid syllabus!!...

wid so much time waitin to be wasted one can just sit n wonder(fr those of u hu r new to wat i wonder....i sympathize wid u!)...

issue-1----why do sky divers wear helmets???!!!!!
i mean y??!!do they think that may be theres a chance of survivin after all!..

issue-2----how do these south indians speak so fast!!?
sumtime bak i was sittin next to this guy hu exhausted the entire kannad dictionary, in abt 5 mins, on the phone!!GOD HE WAS TALKIN!!!...neway...so after sumtime the guy started talkin to me n durin our conversation he happened to ask me----"was he training in blore??"(i had just come bak from ma trip to blore to ma bros place)...in confusion i responded sayin--no he wrks there!!...the guy asked me the same ques again, only that this time he was louder n more animated..i didnt know how to reply to his query so i asked him wat training he was talkin abt...well the guy continued to ask me the ques over n over again...after abt 3-4 mins i understood his ques...the guy wanted to know--if it was raining in blore!!!sheesh....

issue-3(ma fav)--what does cupid do during rainy season??!!
its not just the possible explicit sightings but also the painful thunderstorms which might be a cause fr concern!!

issue-4---was woman(m talkin abt the all girly girly kind) brain a mistake of god or does he not exist??!!!
i guess this one wud remain unanswered!

issue-5---how do ppl reach the end of ma post!!
human will power continues to amaze me!!;)

to end this post id say when u r bored makin limericks can be fun...its just a form of poetry wid an AABBA rime scheme...heres an illustration

There once was a cretin named Jack
Whose buttcrack ran right up his back.
Said he with a leer,
"Toilet paper, my dear?
I use a whole roll at one whack."

ok may be i shud give a proper one too...

He clasps the crags with his crooked bird hands
On echoing cliffs he motionless stands
The distant sea crawls
He folds his wings, falls,
And like a thundermug he lands.
~Alfred "The Lord" Tennyson

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