The shoot going on, with philiposes tied up solo scene. 

Rage drummer Midhun. He was a cool dude. 

The Actress putting on her makeup. 

Thats the so called band in the water. Jonathan is on the left, Philipose in the middle and Rage bass guitarist Pramod on the right. 

Perfect Shoot

We were on my bike, me and podiyan, he with a Manvetti in one hand and a laptop in the other. We were on the way to one of the darnest days of my life.

Philipose had set up the shoot of "Thalarathe" video (Thallae Vid for short), which he had set out to do on his own without any help from professional production handlers. So we (that is about 30 pro film unit guys and some guys like directors, camera man etc, and ofcourse then us 6 guys, a beautiful chick and Philipose's grandma) went to our first location in nagercoil. So Philipose being himself was late, and the outdoor unit guys started to set up all the filmy stuff out in the jungle, while it was already getting dark (remember in the jungle no lights).

So this is when it started going crazy, and the mammoth flaws in the producer's aka Philipose's planning started to dribble out. It turned out the permissions that he claimed he had already taken did not exist and now there was no way to shoot in the forest. I had fun walking around in circles three times trying to find Jonathan and the guys in the pitch dark forest.

So a local pandi annan (kumarettan) came to the rescue and finally got us a new location. By the time philipose and jojy (new entry) showed up with the actress, bringing Sankar and more importantly the food with him in his omni. The new location turned out to be about 8 kms into the wilderness, by the side of a pond with a, made for shooting 'single tree in the middle of the water' look and a lot of good sceneries nearby. The time was 10:30 pm when the shoot began, and philipose was running about with his chest painted with red scars by the makeup man. The so called band was made to stand in the water and philipose was tied to the tree with chains and mud sprayed all over him.

The shoot would have been pretty boring if it were not for the actress and her gimmicks, which Indian Board Of Certification would not allow me to publish online. Anyway Sankar and Jojy made away with the girl in the morning when the shoot was over and they apparently got married (atleast exchanged rings, and dont look at me like that). I had a fun time with Jojy's nikon D50, his laptop and his mini dv cam, so I was not complaining. Anyway after a few more very interesting events the day came to an end with me storming out in an auto saving myself a lot of unbearable scenes (unlucky for him vishnu got away too late) and I got back to college in time for lunch. And finally yesterday I got my lost sleep. I'll post the pics as soon as I get them.

8 things about my perfect lover

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

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.

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.

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.

Bottling the sample..

We had a hard time at first getting the water into the bottle which we solved by buying a small funnel. We had to keep out water bubbles, which we tried to do, but could not pull off completely. This particular site had a few fishes in the water as well. No time for a barbeque.

The Team

The team consisted of 5 members, the ones in the pic are: Santhi, Neethu (aka Chala), Arathi (Magneta), Maneesh.

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

All Of My Love

Love is something most of us yearn for, and we think that we have never obtained in the amounts that we deserve. We have many people to love us and for us to love, yet we hope to find that special someone, someone we could love so much that we could give up our lives for them, someone we could count on to be there, to support us and be there when we need them. Most of us spend our days dreaming about that perfect person who could understand us, take us for who we are. And we accumulate a wealth of experience enroute the path of 'The Search' for so called eternal bliss. This is a chronicle of a 'not so good at his trade' cassanova about his pursuits of the dame who would complete his life.

I being an above average scorer in shyness and meekness departments during my preteens and early teens, found it almost impossible to look at a girl's face, let alone talk to her and bring up matters of the heart if at all I did feel something towards one of them. Anyway nothing in life remains quite the same for very long, and this came true for me too. Tenth standard was the time when the metamorphosis began to take place, initiated by a Ponmudi family car trip, on the return trip of which I practiced 'eyeballing' the chicks on the road. The exhilarating feeling that this small feat evinced in me urged me onto the pursuit of higher goals and higher motives. But unluckily I was stuck at Arya Central School which offered very few avenues to use my new found courage and practice the newly developed tactical abilities to deal with members of the opposite sex. Nevertheless, that period did give me my first real crush(es), in the form of N M and later S (after reading her slam entry, spiced with flirty comments). But 10th was over before anything worthwhile could start and suddenly I found myself in 11th standard at Arya. This was a time for tutions, tutions and more tutions, and a sudden increase in the number of prospective females that fit my different yet specific criteria for acceptance into my heart (Arya had almost 2:1 ratio of girls to boys).

So love really hit me in the belly, together(almost to the date), from four sides, literally. In case you are wondering, I AM talking about four gals hitting the crush bullseye of my sick for love heart at the same time. First of them was N C, whose eyes I found myself looking into deeply, a couple of days after school started. She was perfect to my eyes at that time ( and not to others) with clear, clean-cut features and a great figure. That avenue crashed a short while later, due to a 'still a mystery' misunderstanding. But it was fun throughout the two years with both of us turning away from each other everytime we met on the corridors. Next on the list is the longest running episode of my life yet: Ag. Meeting her evoked what could have been interpreted as liquid poetry in my heart. Unluckily for me she never knew of my existance even though everyone else in my school and even other schools knew of my big crush and my pencil sketches of the timid beauty. Then came Aish and Di each serving as a motivator for me to attend my tution classes (chemistry and physics respectively). Anyway the next valentines day came and I bought a card ('will you be my valentine' one), and got about to thinking who I would give it to. The dilemma was put to an end with Di winning out logically because physics tution came about closer in the week, and I was in no mood to wait two days more than that was necessary. The card was duly accepted by a blushing Di and returned back yet more promptly the next day with a lot of mumbled apologies. ( *at this point I did think of rerouting the card to Ash but Di had scribbled off her name from the card with an ink pen shabbily and the card was beyond repair!). The next week my dear friend VS informed Ash of her three admirers in the class. She picked the first one easily; me. After some thought the next one too was clear ( third one was self proclaimed by VS as himself) . Anyway Ash too disawowed me stating her reasons to me while weeping on Sushi's shoulders( and to this day I have never regained my trust of girls completely). That left Ag. Twelfth standard passed along nicely with some regained ground with Di and Ash which I did not want too much anymore.

It was the almost the end of school and I wanted to try my last hand with Ag and bought yet another Valentines card (other one was damaged remember). Quite surprisingly she was prompter than any of the others in refusing me, and that is about the only time I have ever seen the poor girl so confident ( glad that I brought out the best in her ). And I thought gloomily that that chapter was to be the shortest of my wannabe love life.

But fate would not let us alone ( let her alone that is) that easily. It is here that most of you are wrong. It is not in college that my wannabe love story with Ag continued, but surprisingly at Tandem where we crashed for two months for entrance coaching. Ag was blushing everyday with me following her around with my eyes and physically when possible. Even there she was made to suffer the consequences of my serialised efforts at making her mine. One of my cousin's friends tried to help me (without my knowledge) and ended up embarrassing her (one of many such embarassments to come). A good friend of mine did her part by teasing the girl out of her wits everyday, which according to my opinion was the period when I had the most chance at a postive response from her. But two months is a short time and it flew by fast.

This is where the story veers back into chartered territory of College Of Engineering Trivandrum, Department Of Civil Engineering (ISO 9001) where we again found ourselves confronted with each other. She missed her step the first time she saw me during the alotment process, which was amusing to watch, but totally understandable after about 15-20 requests with our names splashed across Rosebowl during that period, which her aunt promptly called up and informed her, because she did not have cable television back then. I am sure that even in college the incessant teasing and embarrassing situations (like when introduced to someone as anugeetha the other person suddenly springs "ohh Aswin's ag" on her) continued to haunt her for the first 3 years of college. I put an end to final story of my pre 20s loves in s5 when I told her that I was finally over her and letting her alone (Finally after 5 years). In s7 the tour helped dispell all my illusions and I am finally over the cute little girl. Now looking forward enthusiastically to my bright future in 20s love. Girls here I come.

FoX HunT

My nerves are strung out, to their ends and I feel the tension up my fingers. I am not sure whether I'll be able to move them when needed. I can feel the sweat on my palms, which I quickly wipe on my trousers. I notice that my eyebrows are twitching uncontrollably. Must be the tension. I try my best to shake away my fears and concentrate on the job at hand. Crouching I thread slowly over the gravel, trying to make as little noise as possible, inspecting each dark corner, expecting an ambush. I find a spot between the rubble walls, hiding myself as much as possible. And then I set out for the wait. It is agonizing, with an attack possible from any direction. Where is he?? I have to get him this time. Atleast. I see movement, in the form of white camoflage specks in brown military plans. Fox came into vision, between those bogies, between the coned wheels. I feel the pressure of the trigger against my finger, and I carefully measuringly ease out two rounds into the enemy's body. Fox is quick to recover, with his AK47, he ducks out of the way of the remaining rounds of my M4A1 Carbine, a couple of them striking the armour. Then he moves quickly and pumps measured breaks of two bullets at me. I feel the slugs hitting me, my aim hard to maintain. Who would win out? Suddenly I feel the blood in my throat. He got me. The damn bastard got me. I'm gonna kill him, next time. And darkness falls upon me.

So this is what has been going on in my night life for the last one week or more. Fever, it is. Counter-Strike has struck me again, this time severe, more powerful, and ever so more exciting. Shifting to ADL has paid off. CSing has become part of my daily routine. 10:30 -12:30 is when we sit in front of our PC's and try to get the better off our opponents, out manouvere them, out witted them, or bloody well send their asses all to hell. The game takes it toll. Everyone is stricken with it. Fox more than others. We take each other on, terrorist versus anti-terrorists on the A-long of de_dust2 or among the bogies of the de_train and even on the well known corridors of de_dust. I see nothing, except for the nooks and crannies where they might be and when they come into view I see the crosshair and try my best to get it to their heads when i press the mouse button. Getting a head shot is something, with the opponent flying backwards, bloodspilling, all with a rag-doll effect. You feel the power of the M4, the AK and the Mp5. You feel the texture of the AK. The guns are never the same. You can feel the difference. You can feel the sexy surfaces of the M4. You can feel it exploding in your hands. You can feel it come back into control after a 3-burst. I hold the mouse with different pressure for each gun.


The practise we are getting now must count to something. Next time we go to a tournament we need tactics. We need practise as a team. Basically we need a clan.

I cant wait to try out my talents in another group. Maybe when i get to Kollam I'll try my luck at the arcades there. Can't wait..!!!

Poochaye Pidichu

So we went on a psuedo picnic. That was what CAT 2005 was. Calicut turned out to be a charming place, surprising mag. The people were extremely helpful and I personally found the place to be quite peaceful and did not have the depressing factor many towns have, like Kollam for instance. Me and Madhavan roamed the city streets, checking out the test centres and all the young gals who were all around. By the end of that day both of us knew most of the routes around the city by heart. Money was a problem. Atleast spending too much of it was. My idiotic reliance temporary stand-in phone was the major culprit. It ate up about 500 bucks and gave me as little talk time as the laws permit.

The next day was D-day. The CATs. Me and Divyasree ( cool gal ) went to our centre and saw 100s of other hopeful faces lining the streets. Some were burying their self respect and studying right on the road sides, sitting on the pavements. CETians for a change were a happy lot. No one seemed tense. Even SM was jovial. My hopes to meet a beautiful chick sitting next to me for the test were shattered with only 3 gals in the room. The tests went fine ( to most of the serious candidates ), with me just trying my hand at math and failing miserably, surpirising more in DI. Verbal was tough they said. But I am no judge because I never tried an AIMCAT. After the test lunch was with Shruti's gang ( hmmm....!!). I had a feeling she was holding back a big "yipeeeeeeeee", the whole time. Maybe I was wrong( was I shrutz? ). That wrapped up a CAT season.

The train trip back was no where as evenful as the one up there. Guys all around were gawking at Vidya who was looking too sexy in her tight low waists and tight black Ts ( guys stop imagining ). So overall it was a great trip. Had fun . Met atleast two new gals ( ;) ).
Overall rating : 8

P.s: i gotta find out the name of one of the girls i met !!!!!

Arms Swing Wide

Moto GP is something that me and my friends follow on a moderate scale. And Valentino Rossi is a name that has almost become synonymous with the sport. Some might even say he has grown more than the sport itself, which according to me is not true. Anyway, watching a race pumps up adrenaline and a urge to just burn rubber overtakes us all. Lately it has been affecting me pretty much completely and my riding has turned lethal. After a day of hard riding ( tvm to kollam in about 45 mins ) and back half the way in even shorter time, I caught up with my cousin and saw her off at the Trivandrum airport.

At night even though it was raining we decided to go for our customary weekly shanghumugham trip. So JJ was riding his old CBZ in front of me with Suni behind him. It ofcourse had no headlights. So anyway to cut a long story short he crashed into a cyclist at, say 80 kmph ( on a max 30 kmph road ). Luckily no one was seriously hurt. We took them to the hospital to get the cuts and bruises dressed. Grim we should have been, but grim we were not. I've been riding slow today.

Too many beds without a coffee machine

Life is never simple. But you always end up wishing it were. How you would like to be rid of all the choices. Some people are guided by rules and boundaries,which may be good for them, or bad depending on your perspective. Others who are not may sometimes find things easy, with many choices and at times harder because of the same abundance of choices.

We for one stand at a time when these choices could make a big difference in our lives. The path we take, would decide where we end up after many years when we have lost track of where we had started from and why. We may end up satisfied, Unhappy or just plain bored. But we would never know the other side. Luckily for me the choices are limited, that is if i choose to be smart. But where will this life we have decided upon ( or almost decided upon ) take us? Did'nt we all crave for adventure, romance, happiness.. Are we getting what we had hoped for, yearned for?

But even if our lives were to bring everything that we has ever wanted I seriously doubt it whether most of us would appreciate it as much as it would deserve. Talking of adventure, romance , happiness, sorrow for that matter.. Did'nt we all dream of them when we enbarked onto our college lives? Did we find them. Maybe we never recognised the moments that counted. Maybe we never knew, or felt that our lives were passing through our fingers waiting to be felt and never felt again in the same way. How do we capture these moments for ever, without losing the flavour of the moment, savouring each second, knowing that the moments are lost in time, to be remembered fondly?

Think again. This is our last chance. Last chance at a life as you have ever imagined, better than you have imagined, yet different than you have imagined. Take control, steer clear, stear ahead......Straight into the future.

Introspection

So rahi and me were on a chorri spree, with us trying to match our wits against each other. So finally she decides to be honest and begins to tell me how i happen to be the perfect('est) example of a being with a pure sense of superiority complex. But the spree came to an end pretty soon with rahi throwing in the towel(or something like that), leaving me alone to think about that particular remark, during the never ending steel structures lecture. Well to start off she hit the mark precisely, and concurrent with my views for a change. I do believe I ( and almost all bloggers i know ) have a healthy serving of superiority complex. To be fair, most of the bloggers in my circle do deserve to have their share of it and in some cases a lot more. I think that it is very healthy, under the circumstances to search one's soul and find a bit of self assurance and drive to help one ( in our condition ) out on the road to a bright and Bill Gate'ish future. I for one am not a staunch supporter of the equality of all men ( and women ) principle. If one were to believe that or a much negative, all men are superior, he would find himself in the serious lack of confidence and drive. This certainly does not imply an instinct to disregard or underestimate ones peers or in general other men. It would infact be proper to credit this factor as being a major player in the rise of human kind to a certain extent. Some men ( not implying myself ) feel the need to establish, build, create something better, something new, novel. They feel mankind left to itself cannot establish much and hence take things into their own hands. Maybe they reason that something as important as people's lives should not be left to the people themselves. Some people see things clearly. Some people see some things some things clearly. Would they be a good judge on what they see clearly.

It seems my try at an intellectual discussion has met a miserable end. Why do I try to do it ? Do I believe that most people are stupid and I am not ? Well don't you too???

an awakening...

And then there was light. Light. I finally see the light. Freedom. Freedom from it all. Finally. Finally I am on an Asianet Dataline (ADL) 256 kbps broadband connection. So the days of messy dial up connections, waiting for two hours for a download/upload, the complete feeling of helplessness, may it be while listening to friends talk about gaming, or when they talk about how they have never seen a transfer bar, has come to a crashing end.

The wait for the double petti(the dialup connection icon on the startup bar) to light up,the frustration has come to an end. Now I have stepped into the next generation. New Life.

>left 2 ImaGine

Tours are good in many ways. They provide a vision, a vision at the cross section of society we probably never again would be able to see. They remain in our memory for ever as the happiest days of our lives (if you are lucky). Friendships are made, strengthened, redefined and broken. If you are in the right frame of mind you could probably count on having a life changing experience on you hands.

As far as I am concerned tours have always changed my life, in one way or other, but changed quite drastically nonetheless. All the days people get to think about the millions and million of things, the lonely hours with no one to talk to, with no one to lean against is what could destroy a perfectly good tour for you. Well our little story is the manifestation of the above mentioned variables all coming together perfectly for about 50 my unluckily mentally quite stunted compatriots in civil. So the lack of intelligence coupled with lack of intellectual stimulation(which ofcourse has the prerequisite of an intellect) and abudance of negative energy(read pure evil) resulted in many technicolored dreams among the poor souls under discussion(fondest thoughts graze my mind at this point of time) . Well what resulted was an example of how a television soap( a bad one, say like manasi for godsake ) reenacted at a top technical institution could still provide as many oppurtunities for making fun of bad actors, bad direction and basically just for the heck of making fun, as much as the real thing( me reminded of sthree janmam, which is apt cos many of the actors here are sthrees too, and stupid too!!) . So now i've learned that a certain EX-civil topper(lemme see who all qualify for that...) resents the fact of having the EX affixed to her and would do anything to alievate the pain. An idea strikes her head; an accusal, but what? It has to be something serious; ahh got it. So what better than take the accusal straight to a really stupid faculty member. The task is made easy by the fact that the civil department has this as a basic character trait required for admission as a lecturer. So it does not take the unintelligent, dumb, ugly and unwitty character much time to find a suitable lecturer( refered to as P, say) . It helps that that P is here with M( that is a say too, and M qualifies well to be a civil lect.). M is ready to listen to everything P says as M apparently used to have an immense crush on P and is still now ready to kiss P's shoestrings. So the EX pours her dark heart onto the coffee table of P&M (well it was quite an observation on dasan's part to notice M took all his meals and drinks with P, how he managed to, elludes explanation), and the venom now passes from one stupid carrier to another rather slow witted carrier. The EX had help from her darker yet twin sister (whose name shall not be spoken out aloud, so CODENAME:Voldemort or V) who often makes the mistake of thinking that she actually has brain cells just because she can put some girls into a particular number of rooms. So the vortex spins on and in the mist we see all the poor hellbound civil non entities dicussing the hallucinations of many a period ridden girl.

So there are other interesting characters too. One of them, who has been pretending to be such a close friend of mine during the tour, so nice all the time, asking me to do everything for her, was infact acting out her dream of being a detective photographer. The misguided soul ( character description: the usual chorri image>fat,ugly complete with that stupid look, big reading glasses ) , who obviously is exptremely depressed about not having a guy in sometime, went running around trying to take a snap of any gal and guy sitting together. When a guy and two gals sit together, she sees a threesome through her understandably troubled eyes(someone could'nt use their toys for some days). Well, if somebody were to ask me, the ratios were wrong everywhere. Why did a big guy(lets call him hachoom) and girl who sat together all the time not figure in the P list. Well it was a honeymoon trip for them too(who knows, we did not see anything,we closed our eyes in the fear that we might see something). Then there was another one, unbelievably even stupider than the others from my personal experience, who was sleeping on anyone's shoulder. But luckily for them they are Voldemort's and EX's close buddies and hence the ratios are cut off and the stories are put back into the fridge(but we've got the keys too!!!).

So after a few days suddenly somebody spills the beans..everything is out. The scene ofcourse is pretty predictable. Counter round table and acacia conferences happen daily to counter the allegations that have arisen. The permutations handling the complexities of contact between the co-compatriots have taken a serious mathematical simplification. No one talks. But still everyone talks. So now, the characters, some who feel a lot of guilt about propogating life shattering gossips are afraid of getting beaten up by the player on the hot seat( Playa). Playa is taking it cool . He makes enquiries, jots down who are gonna get it when the time comes, makes his own hit list. The author is too busy on this front. As is evident

NEVER SAY DIE ...DIE BITCHES DIEEEEEE....