Hippy Bogus - ness

 

 

Love the rains. Especially when I'm home, dry, and the electricity is working fine (It's Pune. "Information Technology" city of the future, but electricity, water and roads are still an issue).

Been reading "Maximum City" with the rain gods playing a rock concert of their own. And my throat and nose singing in seconds.

It's amazing how just when you think that more mucus cannot be produced from where ever it really lives, more of the sticky crap gets produced automatically . I went through 2 decent sized tissue rolls in one day. Then I got smart and used the old xeroxed prescription that the good pune doctor had given me the last time I was a sick cow. I had uncharacteristically xeroxed that prescription, and meticulously put it by in a corner of my wallet. I pay attention to only the most important details.

And I went out and bought medicines (with xeroxed precription) like they were fruits. No questions asked. And I even got a receipt.

Coming back to the book, another facinating one in a long line of books to come, which immoralize the city I've lived in for 22 years (and the beatuy of books like Shantaram and Maximum city is that they paint the city in the dark brown shitty shades and smells that so characterize the city, while unearthing the spirit of the people who live with those smells!)

Enough of the talk. Try and enjoy the pictures.

Pictured in the shaggy black and white coat above, is Mr Dudley Green. I met him before the Arsenal - Barcelona game last night.

I woke up this morning with the harsh reminder that we were 14 minutes away from becoming European champions till a certain Mr Hauge decided that Barcelona has more stars, and so should win the game.

It was then that Dudley Green decided to wisely speak up. He said " So what if the referee last night, Terje Hauge is a foul mouthed, firecrotched, numb-twitted, kidney stoned dick. It was only a game last night. And life goes on"

And I heeded that intelligent advice, and hurried along to 8.30 a.m. coffee, table tennis, and unlimited music :).

(Disclaimer : Dudley Green does not otherwise do capitalization while writing.)

Did chimp and human ancestors interbreed?

My Answer to the above question, supported by a repository of graphical evidence, would be Yes.

 

Pictures like these always make me laugh. This 3-walled structure apparently functions as an egg shop. Clicked this picture while going to my favourite restaurant (Malacca Spice - yes again!) this afternoon for lunch.

Quality is their aim, but it does not prevent them from not having a roof, which helps the birds poop on the eggs, which they sell to their customers, obviously upholding their original aim.

May 17th, here we come. I did not post after our semi-final victory against Villareal. Honestly, this was because after we knocked Juventus out of the UCL, making it to the final was very much expected.

But the wait for May 17th is going to be an especially tenuous one. I'm an extremely peaceful sleeper, but the night of May 16th might be a rough night. I'm confident of us doing well, and in footballing terms , the thought of seeing Barcelona up against Arsenal thrills the daylights out of my otherwise nocturnal system.

Forza Arsenal!

My japanese name is 吉国 Yoshikuni (good fortune country) 雄大 Masahiro (big hero).
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Let's just for a moment say that I posed topless for Cosmopolitian?

Would I be fired from my day job ?

However, the folks at Harvey Grammar school think otherwise. Why, oh why this distinction between boobs and man breasts?

Putting the Desi in "Design"

Shawn and Parth from Ehsaas teaching Dhananjay, Deepak, Hemant, Vishal, and Sunil from the Patil Estate slum, near the Government College of Engineering campus, Pune.










My second day with the kids. I love the radiant smile on Dhananjay's face(in the first picture and fourth picture, in the Blue and White shirt). He works as a Mechanic everyday from 9 a.m. - 6.30 p.m.

Deepak (in the second picture, wearing spectacles), has given his 10th standard board exams, and wants to become an engineer.

In the third picture from the top, Parth from Ehsaas (in the White shirt with Orange sleeves) taught Sunil, Vishal, and Hemant (from left to right) the basics of English grammar. Sunil and Vishal work as office boys at a local agricultural college in Pune. Hemant (the brightest of the boys from Patil Estate) is unemployed. Sunil is the youngest of the kids from Patil estate (11 years old).

It was a fun class.

Parth took on the responsibility of teaching the fundamentals of english grammar to Hemant, Vishal and Sunil (in picture 3).

The kids were given varying levels of homework (from bringing 25 new english words to the next class, to completing english sentences in the Present, Past, and Future tense).

Dhananjay wanted a solo picture clicked, which explains the "bollywood
star type" picture. His hero is Salman Khan.

I also promised the boys a picture of the houses of Salman Khan and Shahrukh Khan, when I go back to Bombay. (I wanted to explain to the kids that Salman Khan is basically this overgrown, brawny, numbfuckingtwitted 40 year old man, who emotionally is 9 and a half, but did not want to break the bubble. Some heroes must live on)

They promised to do their homework for next Saturday's class.