Cupid Reject – Part II: The Bahuguna Syndrome

Following very closely to the Mama’s boy we have the people suffering from Bahuguna Syndrome. Their deficiency gets them attracted more towards the four legged ones than the humans. This kind deficiency is more prevalent in females than males (At least I have never seen any porn with a man humping a dog or a horse). I personally know few females who suffer from this Syndrome. My friend Jubee (name changed) started with voicing her thoughts against animal cruelty, then it was more of a intellectual revolutionary way of attracting males. Something like saying “Hey I love dogs and I will surely love you” and before she knew her house was a kennel, now she got her mutts snap on her facebook profile. One more friend of mine Arpita (again named changed) is a class apart, her love with her mongrel is multi-facet. Her dog is her friend, lover, daughter, roommate, bitch everything. All possible relations which can be taken up by a human is filled up by her pet. Off late my wife has developed an uncanny affection towards facebook aquarium and its rubbing on to me as well. I understand a part of this syndrome the addiction part you start by exploring different traits of the animal and then suddenly you find you understand your pet more than you understand humans or humans understand you. One leads to another, confusion and drinks leads to sin and then you have a dark secret to keep.

Cupic Rejects – Part I: Mama’s Boy

Never in my thirty years of this mundane life had cupid gone beyond giving me a sarcastic smile. It remains a classic mystery of my youth why girls always chose to remain single than to mingle with me. From random to the ugliest lot they always maintained a 500 meters of emotional distance from me. No one gave me a good reason …till I got married. Very next day of my marriage my good wife decoded the ancient mystery by saying “You are a Mama’s boy”. Statement didn’t come as a reverse compliment which I expected it was more in lines with someone being told by his girl friend that he got a small tool.

About Monkey with Red buttocks

Haughtiness is an interesting concept... some might say it's a confusion of values others might include it’s to fill the void to fill the lack of depth a person has… something of that sort I just made that up… Anyway the question is there really a difference between two individual - one who drives my father’s 40 kicks and still won’t start, 20mph ancient scooter and the one who glides in black Lexus of his father. Yes, there is and thank God my father sold that metal pile before I was enlightened of that difference.

Curse of Langda Baba

Not so long time ago when I was about nine or ten, our house was on a dead end street in small town Rourkela. At the back of our house was a road that branched off to several smaller lanes and at the end of one of these lanes was a mud house with thatched roof where an old crippled tribal man lived. As you can imagine everyone in the neighborhood called him Langda Baba (lame guy). I don’t think that anyone knew his real name, it didn’t matter from where I come your disability becomes your identity.

Where do you get your ideas?

Every profession has its pitfalls. Doctors are always being asked for free medical advice, lawyers are asked for legal information, witches for puncturing someone’s life and writers are asked where we get our ideas from. (I proudly pronounce myself as a thinker and a writer.)

In the beginning, I used to tell people the not very funny answers, the flip ones: 'From some past incidence or from something where I was remotely connected or from a dusty old book full of ideas or I stole it.

Then I got tired of the not very funny answers, and these days I tell people the truth:

'I make them up,' I tell them. 'Out of my head.'

Folks don't like this answer. I don't know why not. They look unhappy, as if I'm trying to slip a fast one past them. As if there's a huge secret, and, for reasons of my own, I'm not telling them how it's done. Not letting them penetrate inside my mind or my sad looser life kind of.

New one - if you know dont bother to read

This one is new!!!

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Creativity!!!

Been long time didn't punch anything here... guess after marriage I lost my thinking cap... but good to see few people didn't... yesterday I received the following mail:


Dear friend,

I'm prince Abedi Opoku, a heir to the throne of the late ruler of the Ashanti Kingdom, the Asantehene Otumfuo Opoku Ware II who died in February 1999.

Life After My Wife Left

In my youth, I was a Business Analyst in the IT sector… before becoming a jailbird

This is how it all came about:

Disaster meets

Picture a scenario where the mighty you run into your old girlfriend while you are with your wife.
--Don’t feel so mighty right

A series of emotions will run through your system, predominantly… black outs. However, if you follow these simple rules my good man… you might very well be able to escape this unfortunate meeting unscathed.

Death of Thought Process

The daily practice of keeping an appointment with the mundane can lead to death of thought…

Lot of people get philosophical with me and say “Life does not come with a warning label”… but then again lot of people say lot of bullshit lot of time and that’s a lot alrite… I guess we all do what we want and mostly what we have to do to survive. It seems that between family, TV shows and office life can lead to mundane and ho-hum activity which leaves not much time for thinking outside the box of the status-quo. Obviously since I realize this as a fact in my life I would be on the other side of a non thinker. And it does appear that there are "sides", the thinkers and the one's that simply make a decision that is already laid out for them.
I know someone who would go about the house mindlessly picking up things… my things to be precise… and put it in a place where I am never going to find it again… atleast by myself… to double check on my observation I carefully kept my pajama, wet towel on the bed and underwear behind the door and before I can check on the activity of my specimen POOFFF it was gone!!! She mindlessly picked it and threw it in unknown region of our room.