Pooping in the bus

What is the use of having a loo in the long distance bus if you don't use it? Been there, done that.

Journey to the last frontier

A friend of mine once asked me "What is the one place that man has built, but is never allowed to?". I was thinking of complex stuff like nuclear reactor core or deep sea rig or something like that, but his answer was deceptively simple. "Ladies toilet", he told me. I would never have thought of that. But it made sense. After all I have never been to one in my whole life. Till last weekend.

Me and a friend were driving to Boston, and I really needed to use the restroom. We pulled into a gas station, and as luck would have it, some jackass was inside the the toilet. I waited for about 10 minutes, but he won't come out. I was desperate by this time, and I didn't think twice about using the ladies restroom nearby. Truth be told, I really didn't know what to expect in there, but I certainly didn't think it would look like a gent's restroom. And that was exactly how it looked.

When I came out a woman was waiting outside. She gave me an odd look. But I didn't care. My friend had a good laugh though. As we were continuing on our way, I remembered that old conversation I had. "Not any more", I thought, "not any more."

I feel like a pioneer.

I live, again...

These are the legendary words uttered by Caleb at the beginning of Blood 2: The Chosen. For those of you who don't know, Blood 2 was a really gory shooting game that came out in 2000, and Caleb was the main protagonist in it. Now go back to live under your rock.. shoo...

After a hiatus of more than one and a half years, I've started to write in my blog again. But this time its not to prove anything or show anything to someone. This is just for me, this is personal. And what prompted me to start blogging again? A group of russians. More to follow...

Final Chapter

This blog is dead. Long live the blog.

Ciao

Its Curtains

I am stranding this blog. I started it for all the wrong reasons, and I guess I had better stop this now. This blog will stand forever as a mute testimony to man's folly. And if anyone ever snickers at me and ask me whether I have a blog, I can stand up, thump my manly chest, and give him the link to this blog. For better, for worse.

Stranger in the mirror

Have you ever got the feeling that you are looking at a stranger when you look at the mirror? Of lately, this is what I feel. The face staring back at me is not the one I am used to. It looks different, yet familiar in a strange way. I liked to look at my reflection a lot (who doesn't?), but not anymore. This is not the person whom I once identified with. This is not the boy with that glint in his eyes. The boy who is always thinking of a prank to pull on others. I guess I am changing. And change is something I never liked. I hate to get out of my comfort zone. But I have to, unless I want to stay in this same sorry state. As I struggle to come into terms with my new identity, I contemplate on my past successes and failures, and I think fondly of them. Every one of them was a lesson, a stepping stone, on my path which has led me here. There are so many more such experiences to savour as I move forward. I just hope some bad events in the past won't scare me or hold me back from enjoying a full life in the future.

Dream Career

I have often wondered what career I will choose next if I leave this blood sucking IT industry. There are quite a few interesting possibilities that come to my mind. But the one that shines out best is 'erotic story writer'. That too one specializing in sex at the workplace. This is because I already have lots of such fantasies going on through my mind, and it will be easier for me to put them into writing than thinking up new ideas. Not that it is difficult for me. I can spin out erotic stories on the fly. But I have always believed in the motto 'Less work, more pay'. So I will write about sex at work.

I don't know what my female colleagues will think if they chance upon this blog. Will they think of me as some kind of psycho? Or will they just shrug it off saying that all guys are like this? I really don't know. But I can assure them that I am not the only person with these things in my mind. Most guys are like me. But What I will truly like to know is whether the ladies also have these feelings. Do they dream about the guys? Some of them may dream about their boyfriends. But what I mean is, do they have raw sexual dreams? I sure would like to find out :)

PS: This was written when I was in a freaked out mood. Anyone who thinks this is for real is a real duffer.