I have seen it earlier and I see it played competitively these days. Usually men at work play this game, but women join in too. And the serious players play it with as much vengeance as noticed on any playground.
The difference here is that the game is played solo and most often in front of computer screens.
The name of the game is ‘dig your nose’!
The players look very attentively at their screens and their fingers suddenly spring to a life of their own. They go up and round, and round and up, drilling for boogers. Once the catch is found, it is rolled into balls with equal relish, presented for inspection and then thrown away. After a few minutes of recovery from the orgasm, the search begins again.
The occupational hazard of the game is that the player may get caught while fingering himself (yes, pun intended). And then depending upon the levels of the maturity, he or she may turn a scarlet red (a rarity) or may just let the hand stop for a while (happens all the time). But connoisseurs of the sport definitely go back to it with unabated fervor.
Yes. I stopped shaking hands a long time ago.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sorry Bhai
This movie has zero of Sanjay Suri, a little bit of Sharman Joshi and too much of Chitrangada Singh (like her long name). Sharman has grown as an actor.
But the movie belongs to Shabana Azmi and Boman Irani. They are fun. Shabana’s character as the controlling mother is well etched out and played very well. Made me think of my mother on so many occasions.
And the movie made me miss my family. I became painfully aware of what I have lost.
But the movie belongs to Shabana Azmi and Boman Irani. They are fun. Shabana’s character as the controlling mother is well etched out and played very well. Made me think of my mother on so many occasions.
And the movie made me miss my family. I became painfully aware of what I have lost.
Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye
The one thing this movie captured very well was the street smartness of the typical North Indian thug. And juxtaposed it equally well with the streets of western UP and the life that thrives there.
A bit confusing at times for the usual Bollywood junkie bred on deathly detailing, it isn’t great cinema but is a fun one-time watch. Abhay Deol lives the part easily and Paresh Rawal dons different characters deftly.
A bit confusing at times for the usual Bollywood junkie bred on deathly detailing, it isn’t great cinema but is a fun one-time watch. Abhay Deol lives the part easily and Paresh Rawal dons different characters deftly.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A Gross Post
As the title hints, this one is gross and may not go down well with the readers. So, please stop reading here if you are not into scat.
If you are still reading this, I will try and use language that is in-offensive. For starters, let me clarify that I am not into scat – or into excrement of any sort. But the German commodes have brought me to this level. I am not sure if there is something necessarily German about these commodes – but I have not seen this design anywhere else.
The middle part of these commodes is reversed from the usual ones The normal means the only ones I had seen so far. So, right below your bum is the temporary resting place for your turds. And the usual hole-of-water is in the front. So you can clearly see your dirty deeds wash down the drain. (Gosh, I feel pathetic writing this. But I have to get this off my chest as I have been living with this post since September).
Now, before you actually flush your stuff away you will have to sit a few inches above it, while bowel smells waft around and warm your exposed bum. You have to be so alert that as soon as it drops, you must turn around and flush it away. Clearly it needs some nimble handiwork too, to be able to turn around and hit the button while you are still in the middle of the act. But if you don’t show that dexterity, you have to sit on your shit.
Trouble happens when you have been eating healthy and trouble happens when the tummy is upset. If you are healthy the shit is healthy too (holy mother of cow!) and takes several flushes to even budge from its throne. The aerodynamics come on practical display here so well – there is this oblong thing lying and not moving at all because the water flow is in the same direction. And you flush and you flush. The small flush and the big flush. Then you wait it to refill and you flush some more. But the diva or the big bully (that depends on the size) refuses to budge. Then you just sit helplessly curling up your nose and cursing the designer of the commode. What on earth were he/she thinking when they designed it - that people will happily sit and smell their shit?
And when you do only the small number, you have to aim really well else the collected puddle in the middle raises hell and gets everything else wet.
As I traveled around here a bit more and went to some more bathrooms, I realized that this was an old design and the new ones that they use are the regular ones. But sadly I live in a building that is older than me and I sit on a commode that is from another era.
There, I have said it. Now if you are disgusted, picture me each morning!
And get disgusted some more.
If you are still reading this, I will try and use language that is in-offensive. For starters, let me clarify that I am not into scat – or into excrement of any sort. But the German commodes have brought me to this level. I am not sure if there is something necessarily German about these commodes – but I have not seen this design anywhere else.
The middle part of these commodes is reversed from the usual ones The normal means the only ones I had seen so far. So, right below your bum is the temporary resting place for your turds. And the usual hole-of-water is in the front. So you can clearly see your dirty deeds wash down the drain. (Gosh, I feel pathetic writing this. But I have to get this off my chest as I have been living with this post since September).
Now, before you actually flush your stuff away you will have to sit a few inches above it, while bowel smells waft around and warm your exposed bum. You have to be so alert that as soon as it drops, you must turn around and flush it away. Clearly it needs some nimble handiwork too, to be able to turn around and hit the button while you are still in the middle of the act. But if you don’t show that dexterity, you have to sit on your shit.
Trouble happens when you have been eating healthy and trouble happens when the tummy is upset. If you are healthy the shit is healthy too (holy mother of cow!) and takes several flushes to even budge from its throne. The aerodynamics come on practical display here so well – there is this oblong thing lying and not moving at all because the water flow is in the same direction. And you flush and you flush. The small flush and the big flush. Then you wait it to refill and you flush some more. But the diva or the big bully (that depends on the size) refuses to budge. Then you just sit helplessly curling up your nose and cursing the designer of the commode. What on earth were he/she thinking when they designed it - that people will happily sit and smell their shit?
And when you do only the small number, you have to aim really well else the collected puddle in the middle raises hell and gets everything else wet.
As I traveled around here a bit more and went to some more bathrooms, I realized that this was an old design and the new ones that they use are the regular ones. But sadly I live in a building that is older than me and I sit on a commode that is from another era.
There, I have said it. Now if you are disgusted, picture me each morning!
And get disgusted some more.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Dasvidaniya
For me, the most poignant scene of the movie was when Amar tells Neha that he loves him. He had loved her from when she was a little girl, till now. The expression on Neha’s face as she runs towards Amar was so lively – I am not sure what it depicted. Was there pain, or was there pity, helplessness or sadness, or just plain empathy?
I don’t know what it was. But I cried.
Overall, I think the movie dealt with the subject of death quite well. A definite watch!
I don’t know what it was. But I cried.
Overall, I think the movie dealt with the subject of death quite well. A definite watch!
Bitch!
However much you learn and however much you strengthen yourself, it gets to you. All the dams breach and all the armors become traps. It catches you when you least expect it, when all your guards are down.
You may immerse yourself in work and in fun, in philosophy and in frivolity, but it knows when you will turn a corner and it will strike then, almost paralyzing you by the suddenness.
It will be ruthless and it will leave you panting. You will gasp for breath, trying to catch on to any of those myriad things that you told yourself while you were getting over it the last time. None of it will work and no one will come to your rescue.
It mocks at you and sniggers while you try to cover yourself.
Then you get up and try to brush away the dirt knowing fully well that the stain may lighten but will never leave. You tell yourself you have learnt a new lesson and try to see the brighter side. You know where to mend your armor. You collect yourself and move on. It watches you and sniggers again, for it knows another thousand and more places where it will strike again.
Life. Bitch!
You may immerse yourself in work and in fun, in philosophy and in frivolity, but it knows when you will turn a corner and it will strike then, almost paralyzing you by the suddenness.
It will be ruthless and it will leave you panting. You will gasp for breath, trying to catch on to any of those myriad things that you told yourself while you were getting over it the last time. None of it will work and no one will come to your rescue.
It mocks at you and sniggers while you try to cover yourself.
Then you get up and try to brush away the dirt knowing fully well that the stain may lighten but will never leave. You tell yourself you have learnt a new lesson and try to see the brighter side. You know where to mend your armor. You collect yourself and move on. It watches you and sniggers again, for it knows another thousand and more places where it will strike again.
Life. Bitch!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Its Nationalism
It happened again. At the gym, the instructor refused to answer my questions asked in English. I tried my best to make him understand what I wanted with the little Deutsche that I have picked, and by sign language. The drama went on for a while tillhe began in English. He cited the reason was that he wants all the “English speaking Indians” to learn Deutsche.
I don’t like this shoving down my throat.
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I don’t like this shoving down my throat.
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