Lyrical Gangsta: So how’s the new SRK movie?
h3lios: Meh. i hear it’s good.
Lyrical Gangsta: Nice! When are you going for it?
h3lios: The moment you buy a Michael Jackson inflatable doll.
Lyrical Gangsta: …
Somethings never change.
Now Listening To: Reverend and the Makers – Open Your Window (FIFA 09 OST)
She needed a phone she said. After severely hammering the keypad of her K530i to the point where if it could have a voice, it would shout “RAPE!”. And in all her idiocy she turned to me.
With the lack of a shoot to go for we find our dark, brooding hero sitting in front of his computer checking the necessary things…
Games? Check.
Movies? Check.
No Work? Check.
He was all set for the perfect Sunday. And it would have been that way. Only if his maternal unit didn’t malfunction by trying to be a female Gordon Ramsey, who required a guinea pig to double as a kitchen underling. Resulting in a mutated version of Caramel Custard that glows in the dark and murmurs “Eat me! Eat me!”.
If that wasn’t enough an after movie trip to Zaffran ended up in a damp squib. Always would be the case if the place was decked up akin to an atheist living on a prayer, a total contradiction and then some.
At least the movie was awesome. Good enough to be on his shortlist for movie of the year, along with Little Miss Sunshine. Ocean’s 13′s intricate plot and emphasis on wit made it all worth the while. All more worth the while when the tickets are free.
Now Listening To: Beach Boys – Sail On, Sailor
The alarm rang, playing that irritating Toreador tune for the umpteenth time. As always , our dark, brooding klutz pressed the snooze button. Only to be awoken several seconds later by the thunderous war cry of his bowels, threatening to unleash hell on earth if he didn’t heed to their needs.
A little later, after shit hit the pot, this slumbering twit was struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was fully awake. Amidst this tumultuous struggle, his cell phone whined. Before he knew it, he was gallivanting around the outer regions of the South Bombay sector on a shoot. Details of this journey are too gory to retell, rather here are a few statistics that should tell the complete story:
1. Number of high speed capsule elevator trips to realize that cause giddiness: 1
2. Number of times nearly run over by passing cars: 2
3. Number of India’s Dumbest Moments on Camera:3
4. Number of curses sworn in silence: too many to count
As you can see, numbers don’t lie. They may just have consumed one Tropical Iceberg too many and exaggerate.
Nevertheless he reveled in the hope that tomorrow would be better while stuffing his face with some uber sister-made manchurian and rice. After all what could go wrong with 5 tickets to Ocean’s 13 in his possession?
Only time would tell.
Would he have to go on shoot tomorrow? Will the print of Ocean’s 13 be any good? And most importantly, would his treacherous bowels take over the role of his alarm clock?
All this and much more on the next thrilling episode of Weekend Warrior. Same time, same place, tomorrow!
Now Listening To : Sting – King of Pain
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