In pursuit of the horizon: 2010

Warning: This is a blog that lacks intellectuality. My levels of IQ stand as lofty as that of Paris Hilton's pet pomeranian and ~~my knowledge of current affairs is as deep as Mandira Bedi's of cricket.~~ I mostly ramble about the trivialities of my everyday life, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, friends n family, movies, cricket; basically thoughts that would enter the mind of any Sita, Gita or Rita.

Note: I was busy drooling over the pages of Playboy during my English classes in school. So please bare with any grammatical blunders or the obvious lack of classic literary writing. (I was a little confused between the selection of 'bear' and 'bare' in the sentence above so I resorted to my favorite inky-pinky-ponky routine)

If you happen to pass by, feel free to register your presence. coz yeh duniya bahot chhoti hai aur yeh zindagi bahot lambi. Kya pata, someday somewhere, you and I might end up discussing about it over a cup of garam garam masala tea.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Men are from Mars, Women are from Milan

*A casual conversation while strolling around in the mall*

Friend: You know I end up buying a lot of shoes.

Me: Thats cool. If you like something, just buy it. That's what I believe in.

Friend: But I have a lot of shoes and footwear.

Me: Hmm. How many?

Friend: ##

Me: 17!

Friend: 70

Me: 70! Oh. You mean in your entire lifetime

Friend: No. Currently.

Me: (Of course I could not respond immediately. That is too much data even for a guy.)

Friend: But I don't think 70 can be called the correct number. There are a few that I no longer wear - about 5 of them. (pause) So how many pairs do you have?

Me: 5