i know this is late. Unfortuntately or not, depending how you look at it and who you are, i’ve been busy with real life. Yes it apparently exists. April’s up next. Soon i hope.
Anyway enough about me rambling about now. Read me ramble about before…

1. Went to Ambience twice in two nights. Tons of fun. Even more when you’ve friends who find salvation in mixing everyone’s drink to be a potent combination of whiskey, soda and Thums Up.

2. So a certain game was launched. And for once i was happy i didn’t have anything to do with it.

3. My sister’s exams started. Thankfully they only lasted close to a month. She hijacked my room like a schizophrenic terrorist demanding that the voices in her head to shut up. Epic madness and the other reason for the blog post delay.

4. Rohit got into MICA! Prolly the most awesome-sauce piece of news all month. Congrats bro, you deserve it. And thus comes to an end, an era of stumbling, drunken walks home. You will be missed.

5. Aashruti’s farewell was hilarious what with the Junkmeister taking centre stage rambling about music that makes him puke, weird band names and of course the legendary blazowned.

Junk: Dude this holi I got blazowned.

Rishi: Really? What’s that.

Junk: That’s all you gotta know. Blazowned.

Rishi: …

6. 20th March 2009:

Oh and lemon ice tea for breakfast, cold coffee and eye-candy at a meeting, lemon juice for lunch, ice tea for dinner, hazel nut frappe with ice cream for dessert and a pepper mint ice tea for afters.
So why am i awake again?

7. My aunt aka Sunshine finally left for Spain, ’twas too short a time. Even more so since it was without the cousins (3 of them) and the uncle. Guess the cousins are still shattered over their last trip in 2004 where one of them, at least, was sobbing because of the abject poverty she was made privy to (“I saw slums.” , said she drowning amidst her own tears). Sensitive first world country kids i tell you.

8. Chetan, if you message me about creepy people on planes at 6 in the AM i’m fine. It’s just everyone else might just want to kick your ass, from here to Antartica because they don’t switch off their phones at all.

9.  Overheard at a hotel:

“So i was on Facebook. And XYZ’s albums had pictures of me in a compromising position with someone else.”

“Oh. That sucks. What happened next?”

“I got ABC to speak to XYZ and ask her to remove those pics. But she got rude, removed ABC and me from her friends list and said that those pics were there for almost 6 months already.”

“Okay. Then what?”

“Nothing at all. ABC and i are planning to cancel XYZ’s residence card.”

People. Scarier, sensitive and more evil than you think. Even more so when it concerns FaceBook drama. Believe.

10. Finally changed my job status on Facebook. From nothing i’m now the frontman for Varun and the Plectrums. Which is pretty sweet considering we played three songs (3 Doors Down’s Kryptonite, Staind’s So Far Away and Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters) all of which got brutally massacred  as i tried to fit in the epic saga of Varun trying to find his holy plectrums in a land strewn with eunuchs, traffic jams and more eunuchs. Fun times.

11. The Watchmen was awesome. Sure it was a complete copy-paste job of the comic but it was worth it. Kudos to the censor board for minimum blurrage.
Yeah that should more or less sum up the month that was. Two months back.

Now Listening To:  Papa Roach – Lifeline

1. Weddings are funny.Even more so when its between a woman and a coffee pot. But they can be stiflingly formal as well. So much so that you’re left with not much of an option but to leave as soon as physically possible and ruminate about how other affairs are more relaxed-to-the-point-of-sedated.

2. Luck By Chance was made out of old rejected reels of Nescafe commercials, overtly bright and cheery. Redeemed only by an ending that said anything but “…and they lived happily ever after”.

3. Unexpected visits from forum trolls are awesome. Especially when it involves chugging down copious amounts of beer and the aforementioned troll pissing off a DJ so much so that he ends up playing a crassy Britney Spears tune.

4. Expected visits from certain old school friends are even more awesome because they include taking his case in FIFA 08 (FC Hamburger 3 – Barcelona 0) but are in equal amounts, sad because the aforementioned friend was as free as a suspected terrorist held at Guantanamo Bay.

5. Valentine’s Day.

6. The Superman Diaries which ended with this interesting bit:

Friend: Dude, something happened.
Rishi: Awesome! You scored?!
Friend: No man, something funny!
Rishi: Tell me bro! Tell me!
Friend: Later man. When we meet.
Rishi: Aight, luckily i know a certain person who you wouldn’t like reading my blog…
Friend: Fuck off.
Rishi: Seriously. Tell me or else….
Friend: No man. There are people around.
Rishi: Okay. Time to log in to Orkut. Hmmm…what’s that name of a friend i wanted to add…Oh yeah..
Friend: Fine. i’ll tell you. i’ll tell you. So she and i were joking around. i told her,”If you want to fly use Visa Power. Go get it.”and then she said, “No i can hold on to you.”
Rishi: Dude…
Friend: What?
Rishi: That was it? Lame. Anyway you’re boned. She’ll know of a few incriminating blog posts soon. i suggest running. Fast.
Friend: Bastard.

7. Bowling+ Old School Video Game Arcade+Cold Hazelnut Chocolate = Fun and Janak Shah making classic statements like, “I have been felt!”(yes said with an interjection) when stating his general opinion in a conversation that unfortunately doesn’t chronicle the crowded, messed up trains.

8. When an insistent friend suggests having more beer, you should kick him in the face and steal his money because the actual outcome is quite bad and almost retarded. So much so that his mom calls to complain about his drunkeness. After three mugs of beer. Only.

9. Finally, birthday parties are brilliant when they involve copious amounts of beer, long island ice teas, kamikaze shots and good friends. Add a couple of cameras, a beach and 2 semi-sober people and you have a recipe for disaster. Oh and a plastic bag for puking too.

Now Listening To: Blink 182 – The Party Song (purley coincidential)

There was a good conversation. The type where you can actually hear the person next to you rather than shout your lungs out over the cacophony that is the DJ playing some song that has weird lyrics such as, “This is what it feels to fuck on cocaine”, in a place where poseurs, head bang to crap like Bon Jovi.

It’s amazing how such surroundings can feel like bliss at first, maybe it has something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol consumed that warms people up to the prospect of the night of debauchery that ensues.

One could argue that it’s the best way to make friends and keep them, by seeing them devolve (or in some cases, evolve) with the help of a beer or ten, but are they really being themselves or grossly exaggerated caricatures of what they actually are? Is this what you want to take home with you after a night of “socializing”? A hangover of castrating proportions and a cloud of “what the fuck happened?” looming over your head?

Well it’s a case of two worlds. One where you can actually get to know a person, gauge how they are with all your faculties alive and present rather than being dulled. And another where all you might remember is the color of the vomit you excreted while doing a coyote ugly on the table. Both leading to equally memorable moments (depending on your level of sobriety).

The question is, what would you choose?

Now Listening To: Panic At The Disco – Nine In The Afternoon

*pulls the plug on the philosophical bull shit, enough rabble, drivel and nonsense, let this post finally BEGIN!*

Ahem, so where was i…

Ah, yes let’s begin with a song shall we?

Sung to the tune of Kashmir by Led Zeplin (should be better than Diddy’s bastardization of the song) or Dontcha by the Pussycat Dolls (if you have positively no idea of Led Zep or Kashmir, you fail at life, hence tune it to a shitty mainstream track.

The Convo Night by h3lios: