So I did have my first Mango for the season..and trust me going by the usual season standards, Ive started early..

As a Kid, (I seriously think I was retarded as a kid and something went right in course of time and may be I became alright) I hated mangoes and couldnt get myself to eat them, or so my Dad keeps telling me. 

There could be 2 ways to conclude this. Its either one of those things among a hundred that my dad has been telling me about my childhood, and is not right, u know, just to cover up for the retarded part of my life.. Like the times when I thought Santa came to meet me on Christmas eve..and for some years Dad actually kept presents on the window sill. I guess he must have convinced me later about the retirement plans or death of Santa, and heaved a sigh of relief..

The other possible reason for him trying to tell me I hated mangoes, is for him to make me try and do some irreversible to my damage by trying to remember a retarded life I dont have a clue about..and in the process forget about the primary exhibit at this point in time.. The Effinn Mango..

Daaaaiiimmmm.... that was a lot of conspiracy theory for 2 lines

So cutting back to the present day.. In the last couple of years, I have somehow developed or  re-developed this non-liking towards mangoes ( that was two hyphenated words in a sentence.. is that right)..No specific reason as such.. 

Actually there is..apart from the fact that eating a mango is the messiest job in the world..but I personally cant claim to have the best table experiences with mess.... 

It is something we call the Gulti...Aam ki Gutli..(Gutli..the seed)..As you can see in the image in this post ( specifically put up for visual aid)..the Gutli has like a 100 million tentacle like fibers coming off its head. These fibers are sucked on and juiced  out by us humans orally in a quest to suck out all the mango pulp from the top of the seed...

Trust me its not a pleasant sight to see educated men and women suck on mango seeds and go for the kill as if it had some potion to give them immortality..in the process coating their hands with mango juice and pulp, and also ending up with a mango mustache...only to lick it all off..

If you can live through this process, coz this is not my problem...mine starts now...Exactly when you are too lost in being the first person to attain mango bliss sucking the life out of the seed...the seed deposits its fibers in the small gap between my incisors...you know ..the 2 bunny teeth you have right in the front..( i dont have bunny teeth..its just to help u relate to what im saying)

So these effing fibers like stay there..irrespective of how many tooth picks I use.. teenage days I remember waking up in the night and using pins.. geometry compasses to relieve myself of the pain..pain.. because this fiber shit get solidified and then it goes to cut your tongue everytime u talk or eat or do shit which has to do with your tongue moving...

I know life sucks.. and its worse for some..So now every season I barely eat a couple of mangoes.. and am generally on Pulp..Aam Ras..if thats what it is..

Ohh and dont suggest brushing ..coz i Do that.. that would be the gayest comment of all times...

My Dad is looking for a phone and guess what .. hes going the Android way..goign by the usual standards... I am generally a step orr 2 ahead of him when we talk technology..which means I will have to buy a satellite phone to beat him at what he is doing now.. ur  thinking why I cant buy an android myself..no thats not the point.. we cant have the same thing happening.. 

Lotta shit happening...hoping to keep it simple and sane..

Till then

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So I was at Hard Rock Cafe (HRC) for some.. (I still dont know why people cant simply call it hard rock cafe.. its such a good name..funny part is ..everyone called it Hard Rock Cafe..till it came to India.. now its just another cheap place in the alley..so give it a name u want..I feel sorry for abbrs)

Screw that Im not here to discuss peoples mannerisms. Whilst the bands scheduled for performances we doing their stuff, I decided I wanna give myself some smoke time, and I did. This was already half way through the night, and I moved out of the building premises to get me a bottle of water too. Walking around I saw a flurry of cars that were making a bee line to get into the building, mostly for Shiro's and then some more for Hard Rock Cafe. What surprised me most is the way these beauties and beasts were being man- handled by the valet drivers. They have no grace and absolutely no respect for what those cars are and what they mean to the owners.

I almost lost my balls for a second when I saw this S class almost sniff a Q7's ass with its nose tip. The S Class Valet Driver then backed up and tried to maneuver around the Q7 and barge first into the parking lot, almost at a time when the Q7 started moving, and they are now stuck at a turn. Id love to be a valet driver at a place where you can drive these beasts, and alleast give them the respect they need. All my life I have hated Valet drivers, coz they are your typical non-drivers who have learnt to drive and perfect the art of parallel parking driving Your Car. Thats messed up..

By now you would have also concluded another thing.. If not then your analytical skills are not as strong as they should be to read this blog..Nonetheless Ill break it to you..I am not one who can be found frequenting night spots, bars, lounges, and whatever else thee is to the night.. Its an odd day that I move out, and I try and just stand around and see people and trends that people follow and what is it that makes them do what they do...

Which is exactly where my second thought comes in from.. Do you go Commando in Summers.. Coz last night I saw it was quite a trending topic..

Now before you take your obviously missing analytical skills to the next level, let me tell you.... NO.. I dont always look out for underwear trends.. nor do I spot people with or without them..Its just that it was pretty daaiiimmm obvious last night..There are days when It is a good feeling to go commando.. but do you do it for summers alone.. I dont mind any season.. a few days every season is pretty good fun.. 

Also, had plans to check out some Butter Chicken at Janta in Bandra, as recommended by Cyrill Briggs.. Turns out that the people riding with me were not hungry and I was the only guy who wanted to grab some buttered chicken..some other time then..

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As a kid I remember myself not liking the smell of a lit cigarette, feeling suffocated moreso. This comes from the fact that my Dad used to smoke, and i never liked it. Come College and I practically surrounded by smokers, compulsive and some just keeping up with the fad. I always though to myself, What the Heck is up with Smoking!! whats the big deal.

And to finally figure this out, I went out one day bought a cigarette and decided I wanted to try it. Still remember that first smoke, I was scared Ill burn my nose while I light it up (hahahaahahaha).... A couple of drags and I wasnt coughing at all, made me think I am a natural at this. Half way through the cigarette i was feeling heavy as shit and before I knew it I had decided to stand and walk to enjoy the high, and I was lying on the floor. I dont know how this happened, but it was fun. An hour later, I was finishing off the cigarette and heading to college to tell the gang of boys that I knew what they felt when they smoked. Only to realize in due course of time the high is only a first timers and is not a daily affair.

Screw that.. am still smoking.. and i dont know till when...

The Stairwell of my apartment is getting painted and they just forget to put up a wet paint sign.. have already messed up 2 teeshirts and my hand once with the paint...

Screw that I got a picture of theirs and also of something that belongs to them

Yeah I know u see that underwear hung op on the clothes line there.. Beat that for a brand.. 

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So I saw Hurt Lokcer last night..I also saw The Blind Side last week..(psstt.. I totally promote piracy)..

I still dont get it though.. whats the whole deal about this Hurt Locker thing..whats so great about it.. its just another war movie from I-Rack (thats how the Americans say it right)..It didnt even play the Elridge character well. Wasnt he the guy who was most disturbed by the war, but instead they play with James who is a hardened war junkie and put him in another camp for 365 days. 

Allright I might not have taken Movie appreciation classes, or I might not have the sensitivity to qualify to be not called a prick, But I know one thing for sure, I have seen way better war movies. Now all ya smart asses out there dont come telling me this is a different kinda war movie where they try to work on the sensibilities of the people at war, and the trauma they have borne. 

BULL-SHIT I say.. I didnt see no extraordinary feat that beat Avatar at the Oscars. James would be sulkin that his wifey(ex) took something away from him in 1/8th the budget. I dont relate to that shit and I dont want to. And none of you posers out there can relate either so stop pretending that you can. You dont know what a war is, coz u havent seen one ( No kargil doesnt count as a war)..

All in All just another ordinary movie. 

Ohh  And Yeah, I didnt have a midnight snack ( the chicken u see in the pictures was in the evening)

The Blind Side doesnt have too much magic either, nor does it boast of a subject thats too hard hitting (or apparently so).. Sandra Bullock for once was good and thats all thats there to the movie..

Im not a movie critic, but neither is anyone else.. I wanted to barrff some shit out here.. and so I did.. 

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have had a lot of free time at hand these last few months, and am moving around a lot with my camera. Like I mentioned earlier too travelling in public transport makes me think better. 

This odd day I was thinking.. There are some good photography days when u and ur camera just connect and it does just what u want it to.. and then there are some when u just dont know what its up to..

I think this was the other kinda day..Nonetheless it was a day in my life and here is it.. 

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Its gonna take some time to clean up those cob webs off this blog. But i think I can do a little bit here and there every now and then, just to keep it alive. Its been a long time for sure, and I feel rusty just being here.

There is a whole lotta shit i see, think, talk of everyday. I just hope there will be a day when I can live feed all of that junk in here, but till that happens lets make do with what we can get our hands on.

So this morning I walked down my lane to for a smoke or 2 and carried my camera with me, just to pick up some things to write about. Turns out I dont need to. There are whole lot of things that I saw in just one place to make up a blog post..a photo blog post.

I think u can already see it, Im rusty.

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