Since this blog is dedicated to Crap ... Thought of adding one of my personal experiences here ... This one is already on my blog at the following link:
http://thelogofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-over-crap.html
Hope you enjoy reading it!!!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Gayatri shrinks her clothes
This one is from the trip we made along the konkan coast in December 2007, where Gayatri exhibited her skills of identifying Sharif guys by the means of exhibiting herself.
We reached Shrivardhan beach, around the afternoon, to take our second halt during the trip and started looking for a decent cottage along the beach with affordable tarrifs. We checked out a couple of cottages but they were either too expensive or untidy. Everyone was already exhausted after a long tiring journey from Malvan to Shrivardhan, esp. Manish, the only driver in our group who does it with passion and devotion, so we decided to check into the next cottage we stop at, be it expensive or untidy (the only thing that's always important to the whole group is we need clean toilets ... Coz we loooove to CRAP, as this blog suggests).
We entered into the premises of a nice cottage with a scenic view of the beach. Al
pana, Manish, Ajinkya and I had already made up our minds that this place is the one. Just then Gayatri woke up from her sleep and gave a look around. There were around four guys next door, some skinny, some fleshy but all in their swimwear and looking at us. The first thought that came to her mind was "Oh no guys, we can't stay here. These guys look so cheap". We gave it a thought but then reconsidered that we were three guys and two girls and that there should not be any issues. So we checked in. Gayatri came out of the car throwing a don't-mess-with-me look and entered into our room. Point to note here is that this time Gayatri was wearing a T-shirt and cargos.
Later in the evening, after we all had freshened up and had a quick nap, we all came out for a tea in the veranda. Gayatri had changed to a tight tee and three-fourths (Doesn't matter what everyone else was wearing ... Concentrate on the woman!). As we were sipping our tea, one of the guys from the group of guys next door started playing flute. This guy was playing very soothing tunes and everyone just loved it, the perfect treat to your ears at the time off sunset with a cup of tea and a cigarette. Gayatri, too, loved the music and just to see who was playing it, turned around. The guys was tall with long hair and a decent physique (contact Gayatri for other attributes). Gayatri turned her face to us with an astonished look, just as if she found a mirage in the middle of a desert, and said "Hmmm ... that guy isn't bad". "In what sense?" one of us teasingly asked and she said "In any sense." and we all laughed. The day ended with some beers and football on the beach.
The nex
t morning, the guy was again playing the flute. Gayatri had just finished her bath and got into shorts (ending just above the knees) and a sleeveless top. She came out of the room into the veranda, where I was having a tea and a smoke and pointing out the uncleaned parts of our car to Ajinkya, who was enjoying his self-assigned job of cleaning the car. Gayatri walked passed the guy playing the flute towards Ajinkya to help him out. I am sure she did this with the intent of catching attention of the guy, because she returned back in just a couple of minutes without doing anything. But the guy was so ignorant towards her, I don't think he even gave a quick glance. All hard work gone in vane. Poor Gayatri! Well, I was smirking all this while and coudn't stop my self from asking Gayatri, "Didn't work eh?". She let out a big sigh and said "No!".
Gayatri was so pumped up after this last incident and had made up her mind that this time she we do everything to lure the guy towards her. And her determination was pretty much visible in her attire for the evening, a singlet and tiny shorts. Gayatri came out walked passed the guy a couple of times, and then a couple of times again. The guy, as rock-solid as he could be, was behaving as if Gayatri is completely invisible to him. Gayatri was about to take another walk passed him, when the guy got into the car where the other guys were waiting for him to leave for home after enjoying their weekend at the beach. I can imagine how Gayatri must have felt at that moment, just like the employee who works his ass off for the whole year and gets a zero increment.
As the car was leaving I turned to Gayatri and said, "Gayatri, the guys are leaving?". She ran her hand through her hair and said "Yes. Sharif the woh log!" I was laughing so hard I almost farted. I replied to her saying, "Yes. Bahot sharif the. You tried so hard. You even shrunk your bottoms from a cargo to tiny little shorts. But Alas!". She too started laughing and said "Seriously yaar! I put too much effort".
Good show Gayatri! Not sure about the guy with the flute, but I definitely enjoyed it. LOL.
We reached Shrivardhan beach, around the afternoon, to take our second halt during the trip and started looking for a decent cottage along the beach with affordable tarrifs. We checked out a couple of cottages but they were either too expensive or untidy. Everyone was already exhausted after a long tiring journey from Malvan to Shrivardhan, esp. Manish, the only driver in our group who does it with passion and devotion, so we decided to check into the next cottage we stop at, be it expensive or untidy (the only thing that's always important to the whole group is we need clean toilets ... Coz we loooove to CRAP, as this blog suggests).
We entered into the premises of a nice cottage with a scenic view of the beach. Al
pana, Manish, Ajinkya and I had already made up our minds that this place is the one. Just then Gayatri woke up from her sleep and gave a look around. There were around four guys next door, some skinny, some fleshy but all in their swimwear and looking at us. The first thought that came to her mind was "Oh no guys, we can't stay here. These guys look so cheap". We gave it a thought but then reconsidered that we were three guys and two girls and that there should not be any issues. So we checked in. Gayatri came out of the car throwing a don't-mess-with-me look and entered into our room. Point to note here is that this time Gayatri was wearing a T-shirt and cargos.Later in the evening, after we all had freshened up and had a quick nap, we all came out for a tea in the veranda. Gayatri had changed to a tight tee and three-fourths (Doesn't matter what everyone else was wearing ... Concentrate on the woman!). As we were sipping our tea, one of the guys from the group of guys next door started playing flute. This guy was playing very soothing tunes and everyone just loved it, the perfect treat to your ears at the time off sunset with a cup of tea and a cigarette. Gayatri, too, loved the music and just to see who was playing it, turned around. The guys was tall with long hair and a decent physique (contact Gayatri for other attributes). Gayatri turned her face to us with an astonished look, just as if she found a mirage in the middle of a desert, and said "Hmmm ... that guy isn't bad". "In what sense?" one of us teasingly asked and she said "In any sense." and we all laughed. The day ended with some beers and football on the beach.
The nex
t morning, the guy was again playing the flute. Gayatri had just finished her bath and got into shorts (ending just above the knees) and a sleeveless top. She came out of the room into the veranda, where I was having a tea and a smoke and pointing out the uncleaned parts of our car to Ajinkya, who was enjoying his self-assigned job of cleaning the car. Gayatri walked passed the guy playing the flute towards Ajinkya to help him out. I am sure she did this with the intent of catching attention of the guy, because she returned back in just a couple of minutes without doing anything. But the guy was so ignorant towards her, I don't think he even gave a quick glance. All hard work gone in vane. Poor Gayatri! Well, I was smirking all this while and coudn't stop my self from asking Gayatri, "Didn't work eh?". She let out a big sigh and said "No!".Gayatri was so pumped up after this last incident and had made up her mind that this time she we do everything to lure the guy towards her. And her determination was pretty much visible in her attire for the evening, a singlet and tiny shorts. Gayatri came out walked passed the guy a couple of times, and then a couple of times again. The guy, as rock-solid as he could be, was behaving as if Gayatri is completely invisible to him. Gayatri was about to take another walk passed him, when the guy got into the car where the other guys were waiting for him to leave for home after enjoying their weekend at the beach. I can imagine how Gayatri must have felt at that moment, just like the employee who works his ass off for the whole year and gets a zero increment.
As the car was leaving I turned to Gayatri and said, "Gayatri, the guys are leaving?". She ran her hand through her hair and said "Yes. Sharif the woh log!" I was laughing so hard I almost farted. I replied to her saying, "Yes. Bahot sharif the. You tried so hard. You even shrunk your bottoms from a cargo to tiny little shorts. But Alas!". She too started laughing and said "Seriously yaar! I put too much effort".
Good show Gayatri! Not sure about the guy with the flute, but I definitely enjoyed it. LOL.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Kud Kud Kundi
Yes, there's a reason why this blog is called kud kud kundi! You see, once upon a time, in a land far far away, were some very hyper 19 year olds who loved getting violent and bashing up their own friends for no apparant reason. On one such glorious night, Manish was getting it on by kicking the life out of Rajesh at my apartment, in my bedroom. In a dextrous move, Rajesh quickly changed his position and Manish ended up kicking my bed real hard. And that's when it happened! Man down!
Manish fell on the floor, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started getting convulsions. While all of us (those participating in the fight or otherwise) hovered around him to make sense out of what was happening, Rajesh famously quipped, "Abbe...isko kud kud kundi ho gaya!".
And with that was born the phrase that would last in our vocabulary for a lifetime. There was almost immediate laughter in the room, with more attention being given to "kud kud kundi" than Manish. And yeah, Manish survived to listen to the story.
Five years later, we pay homage to the famed phrase - with a blog dedicated to all the crap we said and did. And the crap we continue to say and do!
Manish fell on the floor, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started getting convulsions. While all of us (those participating in the fight or otherwise) hovered around him to make sense out of what was happening, Rajesh famously quipped, "Abbe...isko kud kud kundi ho gaya!".
And with that was born the phrase that would last in our vocabulary for a lifetime. There was almost immediate laughter in the room, with more attention being given to "kud kud kundi" than Manish. And yeah, Manish survived to listen to the story.
Five years later, we pay homage to the famed phrase - with a blog dedicated to all the crap we said and did. And the crap we continue to say and do!
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