During the fag end of my training, I was asked to makea presentation. Well !! All were asked to do that, in fact. A presentation on any topic....and we were to be graded on that.

None of those dreary boring ones for me. I decided to make mine humourous and interesting. Now, what could I talk on. I had to be careful to select a topic which would not be too prude, but at the same time, would be prudent enough.

What could it be?? What could it be??

And then, all of a sudden, I decided what I would make a presentation on. But first, I had to make sure, I had sufficient information about it. So I browsed thenet, and to my surprise, I found hundreds of sites onthe topic. It took me an eternity to gather all that info and restrict it into a time duration of 10 minutes.

At last, the D-day arrived. Some spoke on fatitude,ondreams,on life, on Cocaine, on Smile..and so on...Some were really interesting...

And at last, it was time for me to give mine.I went up on stage, and opened my file.

"Folks, I have chosen a topic which I hope woulddefinitely help you. If not now, surely in the long run. I am going to talk about - THE ART OF KISSING..."

And thus it went on for the next 10 mins, with alllistening with rapt attention. Needless to say, it was a major success. A success story which must be written in golden words in the annals of time.

If there is one quality that draws your attention, it would be the other's elegance. Elegance in stride, in speech, or just about anything.

And it was this elegance of Christine that first drew my attention.

No. It was not her gait, nor the way she carried herself. But rather, it was for a reason few women would associate themselves with. Seldom have I seen even men as elegant as her, while smoking. She would give any stud a run for his money.

The way she holds the cigarette at the tip of her lips, and the way she lights it, taking a deep puff, the way she lets the smoke out, and the way she clicks the lighter shut, with a snap....
man.... I tell u... She oozes style. From head to toe. Her husky voice, and her daring seductive eyes, all add on to it. One helluva girl !!

One helluva girl !! believe me. !!

I had a friend in school. Not a person 1 would want to be acquainted with. And even I shared this same notion, until I met his sister.

We had to prepare for an inter school competition, and I had been to his house. That was the first time I saw her. I dont know about love, but u can certainly start liking a person at first sight. She was so bubbly and chirpy like a fountain, speaking to everyone, and she had these beautiful black eyes in which you could drown yourself.

As days passed, I found myself frequenting her house more often, and my feeling for her had developed into a more stronger feeling, which I think, most people term as LOVE.

The days seemed to be more of a torture, and dreams without her seemed like nightmares. I decided that I should not torture myself more, and that I should PROPOSE.

I started thinking of all the ways I could propose my love. Should I hold her face and kiss her first? Or should I only just hold her hands and say, "Come let's run away...."

Finally the D day arrived, and I somehow managed to catch her alone, far far away fgrom her probing brother. I looked straight into her eyes, and all that I had thought of saying, all that I ahd cooked up, all vanished into thin air, and I could only ask, "WILL YOU MARRY ME????"
She looked at me hard, trying 2 figure out whether I was kidding or not. When she realised that Iwas damn serious, she uttered just one word."NO."

Since then, I have made it a point not to fall for any sisters of my friends.

Its feb 14th......yet another valentine's day gone.. I dread these days....
Normally I have no such inhibitions or reservations about such days... but this particular one goes a longway in so cruelly reminding me of my still firmly intact virginity... ;o) Add to it the ignominy of having to see others pataoing girls left , right and centre.....and u have one very disheartened person...
Oh yes... I have had my share of women....but the catch is tht they have always been confined to my dreams..
;o)
Being the optimist that I am....my endeavour has always been to bring my reveries to reality...... for as the venerable Khushwant Singh more aptly puts it...."a woman in bed , is better than 10 in one's fantasies"
:D
What do u say?
HAPPY HUNTING !!!!!

Come sankranti...And Bangalore turns into sugarcane country..
You see more canes here than lamp posts...
( vok...vok... I admit.. that was a pj.. and a bit too farfetched )
;D

Anyways.... Its been more than a year that I have come to Bangalore and felt that I have to show that I truly belong here.. Ok.... So what do I do to show that am a Bangalorean?

What else...? Buy and eat bamboos like everyone else..

My teeth had already been put into arduous tasks opening beer bottles for my roomies (u guys should be grateful..) So this wasn't anything great..

Haathi ke daanth khaane ke alag.. dikhane ke alag..I dont know how that fits the scenario...
Mayb 'cos 'teeth' figures in it..

;D

yup ... You guessed right..My mouth is smarting and have a sore jaw...

But... In the end.. I did show that I belong to Bangalore.. Didn't I?

Indianism anyone?

:D

Bharat mata ki jai...

Now... Why did i say that?