Girls Day In... Part 2
Finally twas time to go to bed... it had dawned already I guess!!!
Homey suggested to Womanizer's favor that we all sleep on the floor in the living room so Womanizer can take her turns with everyone to..... (wink) WHATEVER!!!
Plans changed and Superstar and Seductress took a bedroom, while Lovestruck took the couch and Homey, Pervert and Womaniser took the other bed. sometime less than an hour of going to bed, Womanizer sneaks out of the bed and...... very decently (unlike what everyone thinks her to be) goes and takes the other 2 seater to sleep on. Pervert though did not believe her and questioned her in the morning if she went to share the bed with Seductress.... HELL NO!! I mean NOT YET!!!
Lovestruck wakes first and calls her man, while Womanizer wakes Superstar with a bear bear bear hug.... Seductress orders that Womanizer makes her her morning coffee... am not your man yet.. hello!!! Womanizer being the gentle one she always is, makes Seductress her morning coffee and the two step out of the house with their coffee for a quality time together.
superstar is meanwhile ready to go to Dunkin Donuts for her munchkins.... oooooooohhhhhh!! those chocolate munchkins baby!!! Womanizer drives Superstar to Dunkin Donuts and gets offered ONE Cinnamon covered Munchkin..... (that's as good as shooting Womanizer on her butt).... she managed to exchange the fuckin cinnamon with a Chocolate and ended up regretting that for the rest of the day as Superstar mentions to every one that she shared her munchkins with Womanizer just cos she dint want to share them with anyone else... ONE CHOCOLATE MUNCHKIN.... just ONE!!
Well.... forget that cos Superstar then made Turkish Coffee for the rest and read their fortune for them.... very diligently. I know how tiring reading the cup can be.... And I do belive in it sweetie!!!
There were some good things and some really hot things.... Seductress almost had a triple X rated fortune in her cup... God!! and you dare name others......
Homey had some promises, Lovestruck had some huge ....., Pervert had a big move to make, Womanizer had some hope, and Seductress had a great future... it was the most solemn hours of bonding, love and care that was shared by the group.
Finally, it was time to have an early dinner..... THE MAN was invited as well and Superstar's favorite eat out was visited. Lovestruck bid an early goodbye to get to work.... and the rest spent the next few hours eating in silence. Never has the world seen 5 women together so quiet.... it was time to say goodbye. Hugs, kisses and tears just ended the day, but not our lives together!!
FOREVER AND ALWAYS - WE WILL NEVER BE NORMAL!!!!
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
ONE IN A MILLION KINDA FUN....
(Girls Day IN) Part 1
My dear superstar was arriving that saturday and we planned (honestly WENT WITH THE FLOW) to have this homecomin party for her.
The evening started with this lovely, very close to 'her' heart - male stripper at the parking lot showing some bare chest for us... and ever since that moment, it was a one way ticket to eternal bliss....
I did get a nasty name by a long lost one... tho my superstar calls me Bastard, the new name was very touching. And am glad my Jr. was named as well so here we go and I named the rest - and you know who you are:
Superstar
Homey
Lovestruck
Seductress
Pervert
Womanizer
And ALL of the above under ONE roof... for 24 unfuckinbelievable hours!!!
Superstar as usual was the center of attention and that will always be the case.... Homey and Pervert, being the hostesses quickly fixed the Martinis and opened the beer and brought out the chicken wings and ordered the food in no time. THE PARTY HAD BEGUN!!!!
Lovestruck was clicking pictures and setting the table all this time, as womanizer sat wondering if all this was really for REAL....
Seductress had gone off on a 'catch up and get current' agenda with Superstar and dint want to be distracted.... we shud all give her the time to get into the groove, afterall it's her homecoming as well!!!
After dinner began the dance.... womanizer sat watching the girls sway to the music and just enjoyed seein her little girls let it go wild. The moves slowly seemed to get a little sexy and had nothin to do with the damn music. Was it the alcohol or was Womanizer living up to her name??? No can't be... better to get on the floor and not be able to witness this scene.... bloody hell with you women - she joins....
Womanizer then convinces Pervert (with no great difficulty) to play an adult game.... 'lets be a couple'.... and both of them said a silent prayer that Seductress should NOT pick the other!!! AND both their prayers were answered.... Seductress picked Lovestruck.
There was some spanking (and 'SHE' that wanted to be spanked actually named me and my Jr).... some sexy dancing and some decent dancing (of course by the Womanizer)... and why did Homey say that womanizer was the most dangerous one when she picked her name???
Girls have their hearthole inside their farthole and sit on their brains... or WHAT? Cant u identify family material??????
Just when the group went into another frenzy of dance moves.... Lovestruck goes off online trying to reach her man. I am sure she is aware that the I am Not Normal group is for Single women and she seems to have bought the ticket for the way out... well, buhbye!!!
Homey is all this time, playing music and taking pictures and videos and capturing every moment of the reunion. Such a doll!!!!
Superstar and Seductress are swaying away to glory while Pervert seems to be falling slowly in luv.... huh huh huh!! and Womanizer is planning to break that 'chemistry'.... This is sooooo not happening... the one she proposed to and the one she intends to propose to are both going off on a spree!!! oh well... we shall see!!!!
It's time for some cultural sensitivity (whatever that means to ppl like us??)... so we play some ugandan music and ONE - I seriously mean ONE tamil song. Seductress decides to join womanizer and I hear others say it was so fast and energetic while all Seductress has to say was the 'South' Indian dance hurt her tummy.... I THEE FORGIVE!!!
Womanizer and Superstar zonk out for an hour or so... the rest (esp. Pervert and Seductress) must have had some real quality time making the most of the moment - but not for too long!! Superstar and Womanizer woke and took the floor again. Homey was still such a hostess making sure she was into dancing AND capturing memorable moments for the group. Lovestruck was getting a little spaced out missing her man... and was kinda acting like a DJ but actually trying to email or text him online and wake him up from his sleep..... she finally called him and succeeded in having him get horny as well by makin the girls howl into the phone.... is this how you girls give a clue.... howl to raise the 'junior' - I mean Not my Jr... I dont have one, YES I do have one but not THAT kinda one I meant to say... Dont make me repeat or explain this.
So went the night with many great long hugs, many smooches, many moves, many laughters and many many memorable memories as well....
To be Continued... Part II
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
(Girls Day IN) Part 1
My dear superstar was arriving that saturday and we planned (honestly WENT WITH THE FLOW) to have this homecomin party for her.
The evening started with this lovely, very close to 'her' heart - male stripper at the parking lot showing some bare chest for us... and ever since that moment, it was a one way ticket to eternal bliss....
I did get a nasty name by a long lost one... tho my superstar calls me Bastard, the new name was very touching. And am glad my Jr. was named as well so here we go and I named the rest - and you know who you are:
Superstar
Homey
Lovestruck
Seductress
Pervert
Womanizer
And ALL of the above under ONE roof... for 24 unfuckinbelievable hours!!!
Superstar as usual was the center of attention and that will always be the case.... Homey and Pervert, being the hostesses quickly fixed the Martinis and opened the beer and brought out the chicken wings and ordered the food in no time. THE PARTY HAD BEGUN!!!!
Lovestruck was clicking pictures and setting the table all this time, as womanizer sat wondering if all this was really for REAL....
Seductress had gone off on a 'catch up and get current' agenda with Superstar and dint want to be distracted.... we shud all give her the time to get into the groove, afterall it's her homecoming as well!!!
After dinner began the dance.... womanizer sat watching the girls sway to the music and just enjoyed seein her little girls let it go wild. The moves slowly seemed to get a little sexy and had nothin to do with the damn music. Was it the alcohol or was Womanizer living up to her name??? No can't be... better to get on the floor and not be able to witness this scene.... bloody hell with you women - she joins....
Womanizer then convinces Pervert (with no great difficulty) to play an adult game.... 'lets be a couple'.... and both of them said a silent prayer that Seductress should NOT pick the other!!! AND both their prayers were answered.... Seductress picked Lovestruck.
There was some spanking (and 'SHE' that wanted to be spanked actually named me and my Jr).... some sexy dancing and some decent dancing (of course by the Womanizer)... and why did Homey say that womanizer was the most dangerous one when she picked her name???
Girls have their hearthole inside their farthole and sit on their brains... or WHAT? Cant u identify family material??????
Just when the group went into another frenzy of dance moves.... Lovestruck goes off online trying to reach her man. I am sure she is aware that the I am Not Normal group is for Single women and she seems to have bought the ticket for the way out... well, buhbye!!!
Homey is all this time, playing music and taking pictures and videos and capturing every moment of the reunion. Such a doll!!!!
Superstar and Seductress are swaying away to glory while Pervert seems to be falling slowly in luv.... huh huh huh!! and Womanizer is planning to break that 'chemistry'.... This is sooooo not happening... the one she proposed to and the one she intends to propose to are both going off on a spree!!! oh well... we shall see!!!!
It's time for some cultural sensitivity (whatever that means to ppl like us??)... so we play some ugandan music and ONE - I seriously mean ONE tamil song. Seductress decides to join womanizer and I hear others say it was so fast and energetic while all Seductress has to say was the 'South' Indian dance hurt her tummy.... I THEE FORGIVE!!!
Womanizer and Superstar zonk out for an hour or so... the rest (esp. Pervert and Seductress) must have had some real quality time making the most of the moment - but not for too long!! Superstar and Womanizer woke and took the floor again. Homey was still such a hostess making sure she was into dancing AND capturing memorable moments for the group. Lovestruck was getting a little spaced out missing her man... and was kinda acting like a DJ but actually trying to email or text him online and wake him up from his sleep..... she finally called him and succeeded in having him get horny as well by makin the girls howl into the phone.... is this how you girls give a clue.... howl to raise the 'junior' - I mean Not my Jr... I dont have one, YES I do have one but not THAT kinda one I meant to say... Dont make me repeat or explain this.
So went the night with many great long hugs, many smooches, many moves, many laughters and many many memorable memories as well....
To be Continued... Part II
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
Sunday, March 9, 2008
On Courtesy
Of late, I hear people complain that we have lost the ability to be kind or courteous. I don't think so. I think the world is too Kind and courteous to an extent that it is annoying. You'll know exactly what I mean when someone asked you in the break room "how you doing?" when you have this serious preoccupied look on your face and you really want to say "Fucked Up - do you really care, and can you really help?" but have to say... "Am fine, thanks. And you?". Just get your coffee and leave. Don't bother me, right?
I also hate it when people open the door and wait for you when you are like 5 feet away and actually have to double up your speed FOR them. Just keep moving man... I am not in a hurry and whenever I get to the door I can open it myself. What the hell is wrong with you people?
Above all I hate the courtesy we need to maintain at theatres. Do people actually wait till at least 10 people laugh so they can all join the crowd? I sometimes find things amusing that unfortunately the rest don't - and I have to hide the amusement inside a chuckle just to be 'courteous'. Why can't I laugh aloud and not worry about being rude?
All this is beyond me. But I agree, am just an odd ball. And rightly to Judie's gift to me - I AM diagonally parked in a Parallel Universe - and it is my problem not yours!
So be Kind and love the world!!!
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
I also hate it when people open the door and wait for you when you are like 5 feet away and actually have to double up your speed FOR them. Just keep moving man... I am not in a hurry and whenever I get to the door I can open it myself. What the hell is wrong with you people?
Above all I hate the courtesy we need to maintain at theatres. Do people actually wait till at least 10 people laugh so they can all join the crowd? I sometimes find things amusing that unfortunately the rest don't - and I have to hide the amusement inside a chuckle just to be 'courteous'. Why can't I laugh aloud and not worry about being rude?
All this is beyond me. But I agree, am just an odd ball. And rightly to Judie's gift to me - I AM diagonally parked in a Parallel Universe - and it is my problem not yours!
So be Kind and love the world!!!
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
What's in a Name?
I was told (by my parents of course) that I was named after a very wise & intelligent Queen (from Biblical times).
That is a LIE.
'Sheba' was not the name of the Queen but the name of the place she ruled - she was not Queen Sheba but Queen OF Sheba. I could forgive that... but for the fact that a real character named Sheba in the Bible is a Man AND a Servant - not even a bloody King. There goes the glamor of my name down the drain.
My middle name is Emily. It was given to me after my Great Aunt. Now, Aunt Emily was educated in Britain and had a 'real' English accent. I, on the other hand, am struggling to live with an English name speaking in Anglo-Indian accent.... man!!!
I actually catch people wiping the smirk off their face when I introduce myself to them as 'Emily' - Yeah Right!!! So what is your real name??? My brown ass and my English name don't gel so well - after all.
I also have another second middle name. My parents must have got tired or bored by now at the christening ceremony I guess... and they decided to name me after my Father's great grandmother.... and called me 'Rathnabai'.... swear I have no gujju ties here (at least not with my name). Note it ends with a bai, NOT bhai. And oh, JUST heard from my friend that this is again a common name for servant maids in Maharastra!! WTF??????
Dressing the way I dress, and talking the way I talk, I would have preferred a good anglo indian stud name for a second middle.... something like - hmmm.... Sheba Emily Dominic?!?!?! Daniel....
And of course, my family name is 'Daniel'. If you've been really close to me you must have listened to all the horror stories of the Daniel clan. C'mon now, all families have a dark side to it.... ours would have probably shocked the living hell out of your guts a little. I agree, Alfred Hitchcock could never run out of a plot with the Daniel clan - but I AM one and will remain proud to be one (p.s. I have no choice...).
So, what's in a Name then? Shakespeare could have been smoking pot when he said "That which we call a Rose by any other name would smell as sweet"!!!! cos anything else by the name of Rose may NOT be just as beautiful.... - BUT I agree...... I would be just as weird no matter what I was called.
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
That is a LIE.
'Sheba' was not the name of the Queen but the name of the place she ruled - she was not Queen Sheba but Queen OF Sheba. I could forgive that... but for the fact that a real character named Sheba in the Bible is a Man AND a Servant - not even a bloody King. There goes the glamor of my name down the drain.
My middle name is Emily. It was given to me after my Great Aunt. Now, Aunt Emily was educated in Britain and had a 'real' English accent. I, on the other hand, am struggling to live with an English name speaking in Anglo-Indian accent.... man!!!
I actually catch people wiping the smirk off their face when I introduce myself to them as 'Emily' - Yeah Right!!! So what is your real name??? My brown ass and my English name don't gel so well - after all.
I also have another second middle name. My parents must have got tired or bored by now at the christening ceremony I guess... and they decided to name me after my Father's great grandmother.... and called me 'Rathnabai'.... swear I have no gujju ties here (at least not with my name). Note it ends with a bai, NOT bhai. And oh, JUST heard from my friend that this is again a common name for servant maids in Maharastra!! WTF??????
Dressing the way I dress, and talking the way I talk, I would have preferred a good anglo indian stud name for a second middle.... something like - hmmm.... Sheba Emily Dominic?!?!?! Daniel....
And of course, my family name is 'Daniel'. If you've been really close to me you must have listened to all the horror stories of the Daniel clan. C'mon now, all families have a dark side to it.... ours would have probably shocked the living hell out of your guts a little. I agree, Alfred Hitchcock could never run out of a plot with the Daniel clan - but I AM one and will remain proud to be one (p.s. I have no choice...).
So, what's in a Name then? Shakespeare could have been smoking pot when he said "That which we call a Rose by any other name would smell as sweet"!!!! cos anything else by the name of Rose may NOT be just as beautiful.... - BUT I agree...... I would be just as weird no matter what I was called.
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... Just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Superstitions
Whoever came up with the name for this school of thought???? What is so 'super' about this stition? It just messes my head up (like that's very difficult, huh? - that's besides the point)....
Pls dont think I'm above it either. I believe in it too. I have carried my raincoat with me when they announced 'prospective' showers on the weather forecast in India. Can't believe they have the guts to have that still going on TV to date. Even the cyclone takes an unexpected twist to Andhra when they announce it in Tamilnadu (maybe that's the intention.... you never know).
I love the omen about black cats crossing your path when you leave the house. All our politicians go out with their own black cats - day in and day out. This is serious stuff man and you gotta read between the lines when it comes to such philosophy. Go figure!!!
If you ever catch me coming back for a glass of water after I tripped on my way out - that's cos I realized that I'm dehydrated from drinking the previous night. All of you that believe in signs.... am very much with you despite these jokes. I believe in Superstitions too.... just as much as I believe in Love. You gotta be IN it to UNDERSTAND it.
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
Pls dont think I'm above it either. I believe in it too. I have carried my raincoat with me when they announced 'prospective' showers on the weather forecast in India. Can't believe they have the guts to have that still going on TV to date. Even the cyclone takes an unexpected twist to Andhra when they announce it in Tamilnadu (maybe that's the intention.... you never know).
I love the omen about black cats crossing your path when you leave the house. All our politicians go out with their own black cats - day in and day out. This is serious stuff man and you gotta read between the lines when it comes to such philosophy. Go figure!!!
If you ever catch me coming back for a glass of water after I tripped on my way out - that's cos I realized that I'm dehydrated from drinking the previous night. All of you that believe in signs.... am very much with you despite these jokes. I believe in Superstitions too.... just as much as I believe in Love. You gotta be IN it to UNDERSTAND it.
- NOT another 'simple southy'.... just call me a Madrasi...
Keep the Cheer!!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Hindi
I don't speak Hindi, but lemme confess - I would really love to. I have tried to learn it but it just won't happen. You know, like this ONE person you really wanna screw but then you end up screwing yourself the real way.... then the love turns into hate and later when the pain is over - stops at a love-hate situation. That exactly describes my attempts in learning this language.
However, let me tell you why I failed - lest you underestimate me. My major issue with Hindi is 'gender' - everything has a gender!!???!! Now, I am the kind of person that can't handle this gender difference between Man and Woman to begin with. So you can imagine my plight if I had to figure out the sexuality of my TV remote. It would be a little easier if I had the choice to give 'em all a sex change depending on my mood, except for my pen. A pen will always be female to me!!! Not happening, right?
The other problem is my hindi-speaking friends. Guys, can you try and be a little more tolerant to us folks? I tried speaking Hindi to my friend (from Gujarat - if you care to know) that I was visiting. She couldn't take more than a couple of broken hindi statements from me. She was quick to react - "Please STOP!!! I'll forget my grammar. Please speak in English only, okay? So tell me, when did you came?"
I was completely confounded. I couldn't afford to lose my grammar either. Anyways, I chose to give up on the language and just keep the friend.
- NOT another 'simple southy'...... just call me a Madrasi.....
Keep the cheer!!!
However, let me tell you why I failed - lest you underestimate me. My major issue with Hindi is 'gender' - everything has a gender!!???!! Now, I am the kind of person that can't handle this gender difference between Man and Woman to begin with. So you can imagine my plight if I had to figure out the sexuality of my TV remote. It would be a little easier if I had the choice to give 'em all a sex change depending on my mood, except for my pen. A pen will always be female to me!!! Not happening, right?
The other problem is my hindi-speaking friends. Guys, can you try and be a little more tolerant to us folks? I tried speaking Hindi to my friend (from Gujarat - if you care to know) that I was visiting. She couldn't take more than a couple of broken hindi statements from me. She was quick to react - "Please STOP!!! I'll forget my grammar. Please speak in English only, okay? So tell me, when did you came?"
I was completely confounded. I couldn't afford to lose my grammar either. Anyways, I chose to give up on the language and just keep the friend.
- NOT another 'simple southy'...... just call me a Madrasi.....
Keep the cheer!!!
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