You are my angel

Heard some-god-knows-who say, “A gush of fresh air is good for your mind, body, and soul”, but we wonder what would you say about a tornado of fresh air? I hope tornado can be used to personify a girl or else please read hurricane (whatever fits folks, help urself, I mean I am no Webster!!). Damn! This is the problem of having an unusually smart brain, you just think about too many things at a time.

So coming back to the tornado or hurricane or whatever-works-for-everybody; over this last weekend, we have been in the middle of a tornado which literally swept me and Motu (you know motu right? If you don’t, then pray that god shall continue being kind to you) off our feet. And I think especially me (not that it is difficult anyway), I have been running away all my life from two things, and both of them are staring at me right on my face now. Neither I know how it happened nor do I know how I let it happen. But the bloody point is that yes it has happened, yeah the lightening has struck folks, and I never realized what I was getting into. Now it is pain and pleasure at the same time, I never realized love came with a price. Now I just can’t think of anything else but just my huge credit card bill. God, how would I ever pay it? Why you guys are swearing at me, ah! Alas, nobody likes good humor these days.

Anyways so let me really tell you guys about the tornado (I know, I have been entertaining you all, but I can’t continue bullshitting guys. C’mon I am writing this blog for HER, yes, it is HER!). Romans and country men!! One of the legendary “Three Nuts in Delhi” is on the verge of cracking and, damned-if-he-knows-why, but he likes it. I mean for me it is like the age-old missionary position, with me lying down and funnily enjoying it.

So guys, here is the truth, I have tested positive for a disease and I am in my last stages. Our god-knows-of-what expert DR. Troy tells me that my condition is bad and may only get worse.
So let me end it ok, most of us at some point in our lives have been infected by a madness called feeling-of-being-in-love (I know the madness has continued from the first blog). And this time cupid has turned his eyes on my ass, damn him. Guys, i am eating, sleeping, working, drinking only one thing Love. You are my angel my darline angel!!!!

Jai, why the hell you snatching the lap from me!!!

Bloody hell, Tingu, would you ever learn to finish what you have started? I don’t think its gonna be an all Tingu post this time. Well, we all wanted him to write, we have realized that we might have to wait for the next blue moon. Well, frankly, he’s been swept by a lady tornado, and that’s not his fault (If I had a chance I would be swept too, but I guess I’m too heavy to budge. Imagine a tornado struggling to budge a Japanese Sumo Fighter, yeah you guys are right, it is me Tingu again.). We would like to call her an Angel. Tingu is so mesmerized by her that he wouldn’t mind me even calling her Mother Teresa. He is a total sucker for her. Hey, don’t get me wrong, both I and DR troy are also dead suckers for her too, but Tingu beats us hands down (Well we put our hands down and he beats us up.).

Friday night, 11:00 clock: I’m waiting in the middle of the road for Tingu and Angel. The police van comes by and asks me as to what I was doing? They were looking at me as if I were a Gigolo waiting to hook someone up. Encouraged, I looked at the mirror in my car. Disheveled hair, unshaven, a “little” paunch (I am not going to accept anything more than a “little”, so Tingu, don’t try to edit this. Tingu says - Motu, who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?), any girl’s (Tingu says - haha, did you say girl's, I would say even guys draw inspiration from your little belly) nightmare. Yeah, I looked myself.

Well, half an hour and a couple of cigarettes later, both Tingu and Angel arrived and we headed home. Tingu has been eyeing my Dad’s prized bottle of Russian Vodka for some time now. So, we thanked my dad and both of them (angel and tingu) prayed for me. I know it won’t help; I’ve started practicing walking with crutches already.

Some vodka and a couple of dances with Angel, I promise to go boating with them the next day. Well, I guess a couple of shots of vodka and a sweet girl just makes me go weak in the knees, but then, which guy doesn’t?

All of a sudden, I hear, “Hey Motu, gimme a darn ciggi!”

“But u don’t smoke, hell, u don’t even know how to hold a bloody cigarette.” I said. But Tingu was in no mood to listen. Well, I was in no mood to argue either, so I let one cigarrette go waste for tingu's cause. (Tingu - For god's sake Motu, you have to show your face to God one day, so stop lying man!!)

The next day, we went for the boating and believe me it was more than just that. I mean what would you say to two lakes without water (Tingu - the place looked as if boating was a prehistoric activity), place full of monkeys (Tingu - with and without clothes and believe me the ones with the cloths on were a lil too irritating). We realized at the end of the day that evolution has not been complete and not all of us have moved on.

Yaaaawwwwnnnn!! I think I should go off to sleep. The lunch was too heavy. It just feels so awsome dozing off at work. The feeling is similar to earning a million dollars (Tingu - Not that he has earned it, but is there a tax in saying it. I guess not, so guys I can only pity you all for all the crap he is dishing out. What did you ask, are we friends? Yes, very much and what a stupid question?).