Kurbaan

I dont know why everyone's sending me the Rajnikanth forward. You want ridiculously funny? Why the south? There's bollywood.
So mum's watching some movie. Kareena Kapoor. Feels suspicious at night, the scary hour, and she walks around this house. Basement door is open so she walks in. So far fine. The basement happens to be a terrorist hub. Yeah they keep their doors lying open like that as far as i know. We can all see a terrorist polishing his pistol. She overhears a conspiracy to blow up a plane. She starts backing up step by step. Not turn and walk with surreptitious glances backwards, no she prefers walking backwards with no idea where she's going. So she bumps loudly into a table, from which a dead body pops out so she lets out a squeak. The terrorists hear her and come walking into that side of the basement. The one polishing his gun has put it down before he goes to investigate the squeak from unknown person. They stare at her. She runs away.
They follow. They run slower than she does in heels. She manages to get inside her house and lock front door. After that though she just stands there and stares at the door while they bang on it from outside and threaten to kill her. Then they break the pane of glass and she starts and regains her senses. She runs out the back door and what is with this woman and walking backwards in slow-mo?
Skipping over some parts. The terrorists capture her and decide to not kill her but that she must be kept silent. But they keep her in a room with a cellphone and no guard.
After this my good sense prevailed and i fell asleep. for more fun, watch the movie.

All bad habits are genetic. No matter what your maths teacher or anyone else may say about it. Or your mother for that matter. It's not your own new thing and I dont think its the planets in divine motion out there either.
Your bad habit, that is to say MY bad habit, of bringing home a suitcase full of unwashed laundry is not something you developed out of thin air. Nope. I bet your dad does the same. DAD, the other contributor to my gene pool remember?
I'm sitting here waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle of washing his clothes. He is sleeping off the jetlag.

Happy birthday to me
I'm turning twen-ty
I'm sick, I have fever
Friends have exam, no party.

self-composed birthday wish poem.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utl-uOdX12w

Ooooooh Wooooooh, Ooooooh Wooooooh

Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets our heads are lifting, as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration, it surround us, every nations, all around us

Singing forever young, singing songs underneath that sun
Lets rejoice in the beautiful game,
And together at the end of the day.
We all say

When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag

Oooohhh, Oooooooooh wooooohh, Oooooooooh wooooohh

Give you freedom, give you fire, give you reason, take you higher
See the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proud
In the streets our heads are lifting, as we lose our inhibition,
Celebration, its around us, every nations, all around us

Singing forever young, singing songs underneath that sun
Lets rejoice in the beautiful game,
And together at the end of the day.
We all say

When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag
Now wave your flag (4x)

Oohhoooohh Woooh Ohohooooh Wooohoooh

We all say
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
When I get older I will be stronger
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag
So wave your flag, now wave your flag, now wave your flag
Now wave your flag (4x)

Oooooh woowoo ooh Wooo ooohh ooohoh
And everybody will be singing it
Oooooh woowoo ooh Wooo ooohh ooohoh
And we all will be singing it

The World Cup is almost here. :D

The census people came.
First question from my parents. "If our daughter lives in a hostel, does she count? Or do you count her separately?"
"No, no. This is her permanent residence so we do count her."
Ma of course has a follow-up question two. "What if instead of in hostel our daughter was in jail? Would this still be her permanent address? Or do you guys go to the jails and count separately?"
Man gave the blank look and got out of my house as fast as he could.

My brother is firmly convinced that I cannot, just cannot, be related to him.
I mean hello! Hasn't he noticed that everyone in school thinks he isn't a bengali, a problem I always complained about too. And he looks a lot like me except for that 1 foot extra length. And I'm one of the three people who get all his jokes. One of the other two happens to be our father.
So he happens to be gifted musically. Well I am a musical retard. I do find the guitar too big to hold comfortably. And I've always had stubby fingers and I just can't stretch them enough to hold the 'C chord' (I think that's the chord..hmm). And so yeah I hit upon the solution of keeping the guitar on a stool and trying to learn the chords holding it like a cello.
Guess what? It works.