So this is the first time I have been tagged. Rockus has tagged me. I am a little in the dark about the way it goes. So this is what I understand about it.
Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.
Sex of the target : Female ofcourse
My lover
1) Me being Hans Solo in my outlook first the physical part. She should be under 5' 3'', dark, slim and slightly athletic (if you are particular 34 26 36 would be perfect!). She should have clear, clean cut features and clear skin. Her fingers should be slender and perfect (I love girls with beautiful hands). I must be able to look into her lovely eyes for hours and be eternally happy.
2) Intelligence ofcourse is a pre-requiste for being even considered seriously as a lover. Logic is one of my favorite words and should be her's too. Atleast she should be logical enough to fight about it with me some. I wanna be able to have long discussions with her, hours and hours talking, holding hands (wow).
3) She should be cool about things, and not be fussy at all about things. She should not be after me to be cleaner, neater etc about my room/clothes/plates etc. Maybe a little. Not too much.She should be efficient and calm about the house and share my peculiar tastes in food.
4) She should read me before I put the words down onto my mind. She should understand things, understand when I need her, understand when to give in, when to take a stand.
5) She should support me in what ever I do. Constructive criticism. Intelligent Discussions. Wise advice. Thats my girl. Muahz.
6) She should have a strong spirit. A spirit to keep going. A spirit to live. A spirit to stay happy. A spirit to make everyone around her and especially me happy. What would I do without her?
7) She should be basically good. Must have a good heart if you may. Actually that is infact a personal definition I do not wish to discuss now. Anyway she must fit in perfectly. I know she would, why else would I ever fall ever so madly in love with my baby.
8) Well, I know everyone is waiting for the punch which is missing. What would my baby think if I were to disappoint my readers? So ofcourse, she would be one hell of a tigeress in bed!!!
That ends my first tag. So now to pass on my tag..
1) Magneta
2) Shruti George
3) Rahi
4) Duttan
5) Meenu
6) Frantic
7) eMJay
8) Roshan
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Life 2 Waters Of Kerala, part : Deux
Well, I have been talking about it for a while now. Now finally I can say "We did it. We got the samples. And we've got pics to prove it!".
We traversed about 60 kms of coastal roads of kerala on our quest (quest as in collection of muddy water) for a cause, cause that is the revival of a forgotten yet glorious inland waterway connecting Trivandrum to hte central and northern parts of kerala. At certain locations we were sure why kerala is called God's Own Country. At certain parts we had to run from the locals who were teasing the girls with a variety comments of varying degrees of bad taste. We even helped a 70 year old grandpa guy get his moped over moulds of rocks at a bridge construction site ( Grandpa's gratitude - "aniyanmaare vaa.. oru single tea okke adichittu pokam aa kadennu.." ; sadly we had to refuse due to time constraints).
Luckily for us we never took a wrong turn even though it was unchartered territory as far as we were concerned. The locals were helpful in giving directions, but getting to the site with the girls was a constant attack on my nerves. At one place (Thaazhu Vettoor) we had a bunch of kids tease the hell out of us in original Raayamaanikyam style. But they did show us the way to get down to the very very stagnant water (they mistaked Maneesh for a teacher, though I cant blam them, as he was slight misfit in the group). And the last station and last of Maneesh's photographs on site were taken at Anjengo (Anju Thengu, and we could not figure out where the five coconut trees were) by 2:30 and we had ample time to get back to Varkala have our chikin biryanis and move onto Varkala beach. There we had our fun before our trip back to Trivandrum.
Next stop > Socio-Economic survey + Probably naatukarude thallu .. (Weekend job from now) on.
We traversed about 60 kms of coastal roads of kerala on our quest (quest as in collection of muddy water) for a cause, cause that is the revival of a forgotten yet glorious inland waterway connecting Trivandrum to hte central and northern parts of kerala. At certain locations we were sure why kerala is called God's Own Country. At certain parts we had to run from the locals who were teasing the girls with a variety comments of varying degrees of bad taste. We even helped a 70 year old grandpa guy get his moped over moulds of rocks at a bridge construction site ( Grandpa's gratitude - "aniyanmaare vaa.. oru single tea okke adichittu pokam aa kadennu.." ; sadly we had to refuse due to time constraints).
Luckily for us we never took a wrong turn even though it was unchartered territory as far as we were concerned. The locals were helpful in giving directions, but getting to the site with the girls was a constant attack on my nerves. At one place (Thaazhu Vettoor) we had a bunch of kids tease the hell out of us in original Raayamaanikyam style. But they did show us the way to get down to the very very stagnant water (they mistaked Maneesh for a teacher, though I cant blam them, as he was slight misfit in the group). And the last station and last of Maneesh's photographs on site were taken at Anjengo (Anju Thengu, and we could not figure out where the five coconut trees were) by 2:30 and we had ample time to get back to Varkala have our chikin biryanis and move onto Varkala beach. There we had our fun before our trip back to Trivandrum.
Next stop > Socio-Economic survey + Probably naatukarude thallu .. (Weekend job from now) on.
Maneesh getting the sample
Maneesh was our official bucket thrower. He took his pride at his flawless technique of throwing the bucket into the muddy waters over all the african or whatever paayal and dragging the sometimes sinking waters in. The only problem with Maneesh though was that he wanted his photo taken every 15 minutes, which annoyed the hell out of the girls. I personally found Chala's irritation with him and Santhi's incessant sniggering funny as hell.
Maneesh was our official bucket thrower. He took his pride at his flawless technique of throwing the bucket into the muddy waters over all the african or whatever paayal and dragging the sometimes sinking waters in. The only problem with Maneesh though was that he wanted his photo taken every 15 minutes, which annoyed the hell out of the girls. I personally found Chala's irritation with him and Santhi's incessant sniggering funny as hell.
A little fun later..
This is after the sample collection actually. We went to the beach, and could not resist a quick dip in the waters. Since we did not have any change of clothes we were forced to dry ourselves out on the beach in the sun. Everyone came out tanned as hell. We tried our best with two umbrellas.
This is after the sample collection actually. We went to the beach, and could not resist a quick dip in the waters. Since we did not have any change of clothes we were forced to dry ourselves out on the beach in the sun. Everyone came out tanned as hell. We tried our best with two umbrellas.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Life 2 Waters Of Kerala part : unos
So this is one of those 'epidose' stories. It starts with a look at an s7 civil Btech sylabus which states that inorder for us to be awarded a degree we are to complete a project work related to some topic that comes under our branch of engineering. Civil engineering being a comparitively stagnant field which moves with a speed of a turtle trying to race along with mud bikes in a pro-biker mud circuit, while other Computer science and electronics compatriots set up websites, chat rooms, instant messengers and Mexx work on rockets or reverse gears for handicapped Kinetic honda users, and we are stuck with either some 'menaketta' design or utterly devastatigly boring road surveys/parking studies/volume studies. So the search for redemption from this boring mediocrity led us to Natpac, who sent us packing to Varkala, to the once operational TS Canal.
Now this is where the first episode takes place, which rests firmly on the shoulders of thorough running around which all the faculty members unfailingly entrust us with before we can actually start any project/seminar. So with a pretty looking and impressive persmission letter from the HOD in our pockets we went behind a Tata indica along dirt roads bumping along in our M800. The first sight of the work area came as a shock even though we had expected the same sight ;huts made from tin sheets and even worse shanties, with half naked kids running along on rough cuts made on cliffhangar kind of shear falls into the dirtiest waters I have seen in a while.
We stepped into the realm of a professional field civil engineer over a cocunut palm stump bridge laid over the stinking stagnant water. On paper the process is simple. Go to study area. Get water in an empty coke bottle. Come back. But this is where our branch of engineering studies kicks the other branches in the butt. We got to climb down slippery, crumbling, narrow ridges, down to the water level, see a dog attacking a cow which was thretening to retreat to a clearing where Mag was standing and pushing her over into the water which the natpac scientist swore had medicinal properties (he even urged me to take a dip in the waters). Santhi was finding it hardest among us, with the exception of the bujji scientist dude from CESS, who was slipping everywhere and dripping with sweat even after the slightest climb. The locals were encouraging us on with vulgar jokes and by staring intently at the three girls in my project group (I think santhi took most of the attention). Chala was her own self all the time, giving very little problems, fitting right into the LACAL settings.
By 4 the sample collection was over and we thought it was absolutely necessary from the point of view of our project that we go and reconnoitre the Varkala beach and survey the abuntant resources of bikini clad foreign women lying prostrate on the beach soaking up the sun( the water was great too, but I was too busy with the many crucial things that would affect my project to notice that). After about 45 minutes walking about the beach we decided we've had enough and set out back to the car (again the bikini women). We were already looking forward to the next visit to site when we would be all alone to take the samples with a local MUNGAL expert ( Rs 175/- per day) professional, who would help us get the water from the top, middle and bottom of the channel.
I will be back with the next epidose as soon as it happens.
how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen
Now this is where the first episode takes place, which rests firmly on the shoulders of thorough running around which all the faculty members unfailingly entrust us with before we can actually start any project/seminar. So with a pretty looking and impressive persmission letter from the HOD in our pockets we went behind a Tata indica along dirt roads bumping along in our M800. The first sight of the work area came as a shock even though we had expected the same sight ;huts made from tin sheets and even worse shanties, with half naked kids running along on rough cuts made on cliffhangar kind of shear falls into the dirtiest waters I have seen in a while.
We stepped into the realm of a professional field civil engineer over a cocunut palm stump bridge laid over the stinking stagnant water. On paper the process is simple. Go to study area. Get water in an empty coke bottle. Come back. But this is where our branch of engineering studies kicks the other branches in the butt. We got to climb down slippery, crumbling, narrow ridges, down to the water level, see a dog attacking a cow which was thretening to retreat to a clearing where Mag was standing and pushing her over into the water which the natpac scientist swore had medicinal properties (he even urged me to take a dip in the waters). Santhi was finding it hardest among us, with the exception of the bujji scientist dude from CESS, who was slipping everywhere and dripping with sweat even after the slightest climb. The locals were encouraging us on with vulgar jokes and by staring intently at the three girls in my project group (I think santhi took most of the attention). Chala was her own self all the time, giving very little problems, fitting right into the LACAL settings.
By 4 the sample collection was over and we thought it was absolutely necessary from the point of view of our project that we go and reconnoitre the Varkala beach and survey the abuntant resources of bikini clad foreign women lying prostrate on the beach soaking up the sun( the water was great too, but I was too busy with the many crucial things that would affect my project to notice that). After about 45 minutes walking about the beach we decided we've had enough and set out back to the car (again the bikini women). We were already looking forward to the next visit to site when we would be all alone to take the samples with a local MUNGAL expert ( Rs 175/- per day) professional, who would help us get the water from the top, middle and bottom of the channel.
I will be back with the next epidose as soon as it happens.
how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen
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