Ameet dai losses bachelorhood, finally
Posted on March 16th, 2007 at 2:39 am by tt
There was a kind of storm that afternoon. And then there was rain. It still hasn’t completely stopped raining. And I did not think this was the season. The days are hot and the evening and the nights are iceycold.. it meant that ‘another’ prediction of mine had come true… It also meant a big bad loss
Well we have, I HAVE, lost one of our favourite running jokes at the office. Ameet dai’s marriage. I’ll update on those jokes after some time, after a long long long time… when it’s safe….
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Hell frezth over!It’s snowing! It’s Bloody snowing in Kathmandu
Posted on February 14th, 2007 at 4:46 am by tt
Cold day in hell or when hell freezes over stands means never. But if there is a Bramhanda cycle when things all go recycle then after the armagedon n maha pralaya, hell will freeze over, eventualy. But when it snows in kathmandu has an even deeper significance. Cuz it’s been thought to be more of a non possible thing. They say it did not snow here even during the ice age. But there was a rumor that it did some time way way long back. No one actually believed it. Well that is until TODAY.
CUZ IT BLOODY SNOWED IN KATHMANDU TODAY….woooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo. Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
Another Bhantangbhuntung day
Posted on February 14th, 2007 at 2:29 am by tt
-.-. — -. -. . -. -.-. . -. –.
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(Dah-dit-dah-dit dah-dah-dah dah-dit dah-dit dit dah-dit-dah-dit dah dit-dit dah-dit dah-dah-dit/dit-dah-dah-dit dit dah-dah-dah dit-dah-dah-dit dit-dah-dit-dit dit) jolts me away from a much disturbed ’sleep’ at 0935hrs February 14, 2007. (THAT was Nokia’s ascending tone which stands for C-O-N-N-E-C-T-I-N-G/P-E-O-P-L-E) I reach my hand to pick up the phone to hoping wow SMS on Valentine’s Day morning. But in the last three days the phone just falls to the ground but unlike yesterday it doesn’t disintegrate and is intact. And it IS a Valentine’s Day message. BUT, it’s from Ramesh Singak. Called him up to complain about being woken up on Valentine’s Day by a guy and said “Ah I was hoping one from a girl you blah blah,” or something to that effect. Then one sms reply and then it’s tneetneetneetitititititititnitnitnitnitni! Ahhhh… It’s the phone this time. I don’t know the number. Some CDMA line I think. Pick it up and oh no not the voice I wanted to listen to. Some person I’d rather avoid. So I cut it. Then it rings again. I cut it. And again. Hellloooo! Can’t they take a hint? I think it rang one more time. Then I just picked it up and held it and they hung up after a few hellos and then it rings again. One more of the silent treatment and it’s over. Ah now I can sleep. Then it’s Mahendra dai. Talk to him about his story. Ah Perfect Valentine’s Day morning. Talks with two guys. Oh Great Powerful Forces of the Universe. Is this a hint? After a few minutes Avash sends a greeting. Oh Lord! Oh everything else!
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What a bloody day
Posted on December 2nd, 2006 at 3:36 am by tt
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
-Goodbye Blue Sky
Waters, Pink Floyd
What a day! First in the morning I did wake up at six to go for the ad classes but I had not had enough sleep and I did not feel all right to go ride my bike to Putali Sadak in what would have been the my first class in four days… I mean I had paid Rs 5,000 of the little that goes into my bank account as salary for this 15 day advertising course and I three days had already gone since the classes started and i hadn’t managed to attend any. This time I was really sure I would. Well I was pretty sure I would in all those days. But having just three/four hours of sleep under my eye, my limbs did not feel right. So predictably, I did not go, again. You know that feeling when you dark circle feels dusty and extremely dark, you really feel your joints… every joint in your joint, your mind is very numby and every muscle feels stiff. A very not so advisable form to go out in. Worst case scenario would be nodding during the class and worster would be nodding off while driving.
It was that and the very simple reason that I am a bloody sloth, a bloody lazy lazy lazy sloth. So I did not go. I got a phone call later on asking whether I intended to come at all. The guy’s voice was really angry and surprised. He couldn’t comprehend that there would be any one like me. I gave the “Had to work in the office till 2 last night so couldn’t make it. Will it be on on Saturday? No? Then Sunday will I be there,” routine. Same same. Been using that so many places. Works none of the time. One of my worst excuses but got no other for a particular situation like this.
After that it was the Ashes match that was not going my way. The Aussies had got three by that time. The third pommie had gone up at 158. But that was all. Plus Warne was getting a pasting. Bad bad bad. Very bad indeed. Very extremely bad. Not good for me at all.
Next up was mom’s mobile. Was waiting for a pommie wicket to go and what went was mom’s MotoRazor V3. It literally went down. It popped up up from her bag and went down down down and hit the wet bathroom tile. Not really a good place was this chinese-inta-on-the-outsideko ghar at Shanti Basti, Madhyapur Thimi-16, Bhaktapur District, Kathmandu Valley, Bagmati Zone, Central Development Region, Nepal, South…………………………..
What happened next was even worse. I had a fight with Rubi. It was a day after her date birthday. I wanted to make the day before to be really special and then this one too as it was still December 30 in America. But because it was me on whom that responsibility lay, neither was special. It WAS special but in the most negative way that it could be. Damn. Why am I such a sucker, such a loser? I do this to everything.
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Bye Bye 6600! Bye Bye Memories! Bye Bye Past!
Posted on September 28th, 2006 at 3:57 am by tt
Let’s observe a moment’s silence in memory of my latest piece of misfortune. The demise of my Cell/Mobile phone. I ‘lost’ it. I didn’t exactly lose it like it was in my pocket where is it. I knew where it was but not where it is now. I distinctly remember reminding myself to pick it up off the sports desk table. I distinctly remember making a note of its location under two press releases which I had shuffled to see if the one from Prime College was there. But as it is with me I forgot to do what I told myself to do. As is always the case with me I managed to let something that I HAD to do slip. And the result no more cell phone. Click to Overdose on senseless RANTING »
