Indiana Jones' Crystal Skull- Spielberg's redundancy

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull- The latest Spielberg's over rated adventure flick, highly anticipated because of its secrecy before release, unfortunately turns out to be a huge flop! Many Movie goers, having a thing for Indy, apparently were found dozing off sitting on their seats!

Although Cate Blanchett looks and speaks English with a heavy accent which keeps one awake for a while, no scenes that can prevent Morpheus from taking over follow. Harrison Ford, with a fatherly image looks a bit out of place in the movie.

The theme of the movie could not be more silly and redundant. If not for viewing Indy's apparent charms, many people had gone to see the great directors skills divulged. But only disappointment awaited them. Apart from the initial chase and catch, the adventure movie is practically 'adventure' free. The movie goes on the lines of Indy being made to help search a powerful crystal skull for the Russian chief, Cate, left by extraterrestrials, which is to be restored back into a temple where other skulls await the leader skull's return. Finally when the skull is restored back to a temple, poor Cate Blanchett is burnt because she wanted knowledge as a gift from the ETs, and when she got it, it overwhelmed her!

The most boring and silly part is when the whole temple flies off as a saucer into alien world. The world expects a better ending and a bit more life from a great director. The movie leaves an unsatisfied bitter taste in the back of the tongue, if not for the heavy eyelids!

Sex'y' Patrolling in Bangalore

My little nephew n I went for a stroll in Cubbon park, Bangalore, India. It was 2 weeks since I had come to India and my little nephew wanted to make the best outa my visit. he never allowed me to stay at home in the evenings, so i was bound to take him somewhere.

Now, with Forum, Garuda, MGs etc, the problem was that it was mainly meant for the teens, and taking a 5 year old kid was not an enjoyable experience. So I narrowed my choices to a stroll in the park so that he gets to drain a bit of his hyper potential energy as well. Being away from the city for such a long time had made me forget all the other parks that I cold have taken him to. So all set, the little one with his baseball cap and a football that I got him (I know, he is very talented and accommodating :)), and myself in a blue jeans n white T shirt rode a Kinetic Activa to the park.

The park had changed a lot since my last visit. Satisfying him with a cotton candy and convincing him to settle for 3 balloons, we started strolling. After around half n hour, he got bored and wanted to sit down. We found a nice bench, away from crows and crow-shit. Right next to us was a couple, very nice looking girl and a cute boy, around 25-30 years of age. I got a bit tensed at first coz I did not want to explain to little Anurudh if the 'uncle' decided to grab 'aunty' or if 'aunty' stroked 'uncle's' ass. Anu was keenly watching what 'uncle' and 'aunty' were doing. When he found nothing 'interesting' he decided to go n play with ants. The girl next bench decided to rest her head on the 'uncle's' lap. They were there, sitting calmly n talking...looking at that would ve make people happy about life.

Suddenly like unfortunate thunder, bounced a policeman from behind. He stood in front of the girl, but she did not react at all. The policeman comes closer and asks in Kannada (translated) "what is the girl doing in your lap?" "Dont you know that this is a public place and many revered people come here?" "Now gimme your dad's fone number, lemme tell him what fun you are having with the girl"

I felt terrible for them. The girl (who apparently didn't understand kannada), started saying "Speak in English, whats the problem?" that made the cop even more irritated and he started to garb the guy by his sleeve. And to think of it, they were not even hugging or kissing! All the girl was doing was to rest her head on his lap, which I definitely don't consider to be offensive to even the most conservative of 'revered ones'.

The guy started apologizing profusely to the cop and begging him to let them go and that he wouldn't do this again. Finally the cop let them go. The girl n guy got on their bikes, all the calm n peace n love n happiness wiped off clean from their young faces. My little nephew's blood was boiling at this and he his sleeve up and I was desperately trying to control him from pouncing the cop.

Apparently, the new rule in Bangalore is that, a cop will arrest you if he finds that you are entering into any sort of physical intimacy in public. What sort of intimacy ?, thats the cop's prerogative.

As the young 'aunty' n 'uncle' fled, the cop looks at them and rubs his dick through his pants facing them until it becomes pleasurable, sadistically!

School CRUSH- Crushed!

My first crush was a 8th grade boy called Rishad. You know, these Muslim guys look so cute and f***able.

We went to the same school and the same class. I was a kid back then and I had a friend called Shiny and the name so so apt becoz her nose used to be very shiny! So, all my confessions were made to her regularly. Like all gals, she found it a bit difficult to hold it back. She went and just 'gave a hint' to Cathy about it and Cathy goes to Sheela and so on and on.

Here I was sitting in my seat staring at Rishad with love eyes. Although I knew that Rishad had sometimes noticed me staring at him, I felt a strange thrill when he used to blush at this. I was not bold, but I knew that Rishad was a bit timid, which gave an extra pound of boldness to my love lightning gazes. So one day, when I was happily filled with my usual treats on him, the school principal turns up take attendance. Suddenly to my utter horrific mortification, Rishad stands up and says in a loud voice- "Look here, I have no interests in having any sort of dilly dally with anyone. If anyone troubles me, I am talking to the Principal straight!" As he finished the statement, he looked at my face for a few seconds before sitting in his newly won throne! I felt my face grow hot with shame. It was as if I was stalking the bastard or something. I was just so innocently looking at him. It didn't end with that though. The whole of the class girls, immediately turn back and look straight at me, as if to empathize.

My love for Rishad ended (rather had to end) when he broke my heart that he never wanted, out straight in public. Looking back I wondered whether he was just doing it to make himself look good in front of his friends, until recently when I went to a party hosted by an old friend. I found Rishad dancing with someone, eyes locked in a deep gaze (which I d never imagined Rishad to be capable of), arms twined, hips touching and swaying.

I couldn't see her face since her back was towards me. She was as tall as him, heavily built, with silky black hair. I thought, maybe he never liked the lanky types!! I was about to leave the place when my old shiny nosed Shiny pops straight from the blue laughing out tears! I felt so horrible assuming that she was laughing at me! Then she dragged me to the other side of the hall. I tried to search for the tall heavy built girl-n-Rishad dancing as one body, but all I could see was a Elvis Persley-like MAN with soft velvety black hair dancing with Rishad. I felt a strange pleasure creeping below my skin.

I went around the party talking to everyone-happily-since he was never meant to be! And thank God!

I lived in a HORROR movie..thankfully just for a night!

Once I was all alone in my room. I am by nature a bit scared to stay alone, but this night was very different. I was feeling strangely sweaty and very tensed. I turned on my bathroom lights and left the door ajar before going to bed. Somewhere between my sleep I woke up with this feeling that I had been talking to someone all through the time! Shit, it was so real-like! I don't kn ow if you guys have ever felt like this, but sometimes when you are asleep, if someone comes and stands next to you, you wake up somehow knowing it-right?

So, here I was awaken with this strange feeling. I began sweating more heavily and thought that maybe I should read something for a while. As soon as I picked up a novel, to my HORROR, my bathroom light bulb gave a crack n broke. I stood up, not knowing what to do. It was already 3:00 am by then. There was an attached balcony with my room and it had only a perforated door, which was even more scary! I turned on my room lights and started meditating.. and guess what happened.. my room lights start to flicker-Holy cow! Dono if you guys know how I felt-it was almost like a horror movie for me!

I immediately took out my cell fone and irrespective of the time, gave a call to my boyfriend. To my surprise, he picked it up almost immediately, since he ususally slept very well and is not easily woken. Hearing his voice was a relief and he spoke to me for a while and calmed me down. After that although I couldnt sleep for almost 2 hours, there were no more unnerving incidents. Next day when I met up with him he tells me "I didnt want to scare you last night, but when you called I had a eerie feeling and I was awake." And trust me, he wouldnt tell this to scare me or even over exaggerate!

Phew.. am glad that night is long past now, but I will remember it always..... wondering why the lights flickered, why the bulb cracked, and what woke him at the same time??!

Falling cupboard saves the day

Two years ago, when I was in London, I used to stay in an apartment alone. I had a fairly large house, well furnished. I used to keep all my clothes in my grandmother's wooden cupboard. It was old and slightly imbalanced. The problem with it was that when its stuffed fully, if even by mistake I open the upper rack of it, the whole cupboard falls on me. I never got the time to rectify it and since it was in my bedroom, no one used to open it except myself.
It was mid April and I was away at work. I had a late night dinner at my workplace and got home only by 12. The whole driveway was buzzing with sirens which blew my head off. The thoughts that came to my mind were horrible " what will mom say if my granny's silver set is stolen?", "How horrible will I feel if the diamond chain that Harry gave me is lost!" etc... I was stopped and my ID checked. "There has been a burglary in your apartment ma'am, please come with my and check for the missing items." I felt so horrible.. all my savings had be drawn outa the bank since I wanted to start a new account in NY to where I was moving. I ran into the secret place where the money was kept... phew! it was still there, oops, Silver set.... it was intact in the dining room...OMG, the diamond necklace.... i ran to the bed room to find that the whole cupboard has fallen down becoz of the upper imbalance. With the help of cops, I got it to stand straight and checked for the chain... n voila.. its still there. "So then whats missing..ma'am?" I said .."seems like nothings gone".... There was a beep sound coming from between my clothes and the cop gave me the cell fone and said " ma'am ur cell fone is ringing.."; "but officer, this is not my cell fone!!"....Suddenly they looked at each other and left the place in a hurry... 24 hours later I get a call from the Police Department telling me that they have caught the thief and apparently he was trying to rob the place when by mistake he opened the upper rack of my cupboard first and the whole thing fell on his knee with a LOUD thud. He was alone and injured and just wanted to leave the place..and in a hurry forgot to check for his cell fone that fell off his pocket as he hit the ground. The cops not only caught him but all his accomplice as well by calling them up! --- "You r a very lucky young lady ma'am, these people are notorious gangsters. Your cupboard saved the day" I expected a bravery award for myself, well for my cupboard... but I haven't received it yet.....

Ever heard of a 'boobophilic' painter?

I took a train yesterday for about 3 hours. It was crowded and I struggled to find a seat. Finally I sit down sandwiched between two of the XX chromosome variety.

From the other end of the seat, a I caught the eye of a young guy looking at me. At first I thought that maybe hes looking for someone else and has me confused with that person. I looked at him boldly without any hesitation and lifted my eyebrows as if asking "Excuse me, do I know u? I dont think so. So why dont you stop staring" He doesnt take the message apparently. He keeps staring at me. Then as I look at him, his eyes travel straight to my boobs! I turned totally red at this. To my horror, none of this affected his insatiable apatite for looking at my boob! He looked at it as if hes contemplating my size and re-estimating the same. Since the train was crowded I didnt want to go and give him a slap. And even if I did want to, it would mean, first unfastening myself from the sandwiched position between the two men flanking myself and secondly, getting mauled on the way through so many people! I turned towards the window and decided to call it a day.

I reached my destination and was about to get down and to my horror saw the 'boobophilic' guy walk straight towards me. To be honest I got scared and was almost going to scream. He walks straight towards me and tells me "Hello there, I like your T shirt." He points straight at my boob and says "Thats my painting you have there. Thank you for the wonderful view." Hozzat?

I ve added the foto of the famous T shirt also that got me all sweating n swearing...I know, it was the position of the faces was all that got me pissed!