Itching to write but someone's turned an off-switch in my brain. By the way, why is it called "itching"? I thought itching on your palms were supposed to be lucky. My grandma told me that if the palm of your right hand is itchy, then it foretells that money is coming to you. But you shouldn't scratch it as that stops the money from coming. If it’s your left palm that is itchy, then scratch away, as that means that you'll soon be paying out money.
So does that mean that if my nose itches and I scratch it, someone around me will fart?
Or maybe I will.
Better not try.

If your lips itch, press them together and make a wish. It shall come true.
I say if your lips itch, find a girl and kiss her.

An itchy foot means you shall travel. Or call pest control.

An itchy ear means someone's talking about you. So do hiccups. To stop hiccups, drink lots of water. So to stop an itchy ear, pour water down it.

Too many itches spoil the scratch. By the time you figure out what the itch means and whether you should or should not scratch it, it'd have gone anyway. Or you'd have gone mad trying to resist. Either way... :P

Italians say keep a wishbone and dry it in the sun. Touch it whenever you want to make a wish.
Here, a dry piece of chicken? Out in the open? Crow haven!

By the way, Wishbone was also the name of a storytelling dog on a TV show named after it that I used to watch when I was little. Now, where's the link.... it is:
World Wide Wishbone
Cutest dog in the world I tell you.


Relationships affect a guy's IQ in absolute inverse proportion to the number of months that they've been going out...It's a smooth transition:

Superman - 6 months
Gentleman - 12 months
Watchman - 18 months
Doberman - 24 months

(readers are advised to keep their perverted brains under strict supervision. The visual representation above may be misinterpreted. Let no one tell you otherwise)

Then talks of marriage creep in and the whole process starts over again with the Doberman stage donning the appearance of Superman with the introduction of another factor that widens the scope of scrutiny, namely, the IN-LAWS!! *insert favourite music of dread and suspense*

Couples! They stick to each other like a fevicol ad. PDAs are a bit uncool now...keep it private...each time I pass Marine Drive I see couples battling it out under the hot sun with a minuscule umbrella to shade them. And by battling it out I don't even mean the sun.
All I hear in my head at that point of time is:
(Being a radiohead has a few downfalls. You always have a voice in your head speaking to you. Or singing.)


My browser Firefox Rocks! It supports so many enhancements.

There have been some MASSIVE upgrades since the last time I downloaded it :P


My friend taught me to dance last week. I have two left feet. So what happens?

Age old story - Rama gets exiled into the forest, takes Sita with him, and Laxman accompanies him as a loyal brother. Ravana kidnaps Sita. Rama joins forces with vanars and Hanuman to cross over to Lanka and rescue Sita.



Ramayana, a six-book series written by Ashok Banker weaves a world untold by mythology. Every move, every moment is described in so intricate a detail as to border on the verge of being explicitly descriptive. Each word draws the reader into the world of Rama, and not just from his point of view, but also through the eyes of the numerous other characters that are involved in building up this epic tale.

From the complex yet artistic dance of swordsmanship as the brothers fight hordes of Asuras to the raw electric power of the Brahmashakti surging through Rama’s veins; from the immense power of Hanuman as he searches Ravana’s palace in search of Sita to the ten minds of Ravana as he leads the Asuras and the militaristic genius of Rama's army, this book has it all.

It’s a worthy set for your shelf and a must read for any lover of fantasy and mythology.

An Exerpt from the first chapter of Book 1 -

The Prince of Ayodhya


The blow-heat of rancid breath against his face, guttural whisper in his ear. He snapped awake. Sweat-drenched, fever-hot, bone-chilled, springing from his satin bed, barefoot on the cool redstone floor. Sword, now. A yard and a half of gleaming Kosala steel, never out of reach, a bolt of lightning in his fist. Soft rustle of the silken gold-embroidered loincloth around his tight abs. Naked feline grace. Taut young muscles, supple limbs, senses instantly attuned to the slightest hint of threat.

He scanned the moonlit expanse of his bedchamber with the sharpness of a panther with the scent of stag in its nostrils. Barely three seconds after rising from deep, dreamless sleep, he was ready to take on a dozen armed men. Or worse.

But the bedchamber was empty. The moon was full tonight, and the room was caught in a silvery net, more than sufficient for his trained eyes to scan the princely apartment. Jeweled ornaments and regal furnishings gleamed richly in the silvered dimness. The far wall, some twenty yards from where he stood, showed him a pale imitation of his own reflection in an oval mirror framed in solid gold. He had heard enough descriptions of his appearance in kavyas composed by the royal bards to know what the mirror would have shown had the light been sufficient. A distinct dynastic resemblance, unmistakably related to one of those towering portraits of his illustrious ancestors adorning the walls of Suryavansha Hall. Classically handsome (the bards would sing), a fitting heir to the dynasty of the Sun: The reality was harder, leaner, and more austere. His piercing brown eyes, as sharp and all-seeing as a kite-hawk’s thousand-yojana gaze, scoured every square inch as he traversed the apartment with quick military precision, his movements graceful and flowing.

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Girly image, yes, know. Get over yourself already :|

Okay, so I have nothing to do and feeling too lazy to move my fat ass to get the TV remote. Also, this month seems to be Tag-o-mania month...people have been tagging me left right and centre. Now I know how the donkey's bum feels like when people run after it with a needle and a tail.

No's not a real donkey.
A paper....Oh forget it!

So, Insignia(intriguing name innit?) tagged me with this. Seems quite light, so here goes:

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4 - "It was Narak the Demon-hunter who went to Imokoi and made a daring rescue" (The Simoquin Prophecies by Samik Basu)
(Any bengali should hugely enjoy this book. Half the characters and places are named after the bengali names for objects...super fun and actually a really good book)

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can & catch what? – My modem got knocked down :P

What is the last thing you watched on TV? – Last night - Shashuri Zindabaad - A bengali comedy on Zee Bangla.

(Ultimate dialogue - Your lips are like a slice of an off-season orange)

4. Without looking, guess what time it is? – 6:05pm

Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? – 6:16 PM....Decent!

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?- Lots and lots of birds chirping, crows drowning out most of it...damn crows! They shit on my head one more time and I shoot on sight!

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? – At 4:00 pm, watching the telephone repair guys fiddle with our telephone connection.

8. Before you started this Q&As, what did you look at?- Other blogs, Facebook, Gmail and a Fullmetal Alchemist episode.

What are you wearing? - What's with the perverted questions huh? Who made this Tag?! X-(
Well, a white T-shirt and tracks. I'm off to the gym in 10 minutes.

10. When did you last laugh? – 5 minutes back when my friend called to tell me how he fell down in the bathroom and his.....erm...leave that for later :P

11. What is on the walls of the room you are in? – A HUGE poster, a switchboard, a mirror and shelves that hold my stuff.

12. Seen anything weird lately? – Yeah, two monkeys mated on my AC outside my window this afternoon while I tried to solve a problem on time and efficiency...Go figure...

What do you think of this quiz? Good way to spend fifteen minutes :D

14. What is the last film you saw? - Final Destination 3-D. It sucked BIG time. The story didn't even come close to the first ones. The 3-D effects were really good though.

15. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?- A Mercedes Benz SLR Mclaren, an Alienware PC pimped up to the max, HD Audio System with independent connections to each room in my house, including the bathroom, and a HUGE swimming pool in my backyard. Also, I'd buy over Pizza Hut :P (Dominoes needs you to be a multibillionaire)

Tell me something about you that I dunno!- I truly and deeply believe magic and the creatures of lore existed, and still do, just that they don't show themselves to us.

If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?- The One World theory. If everyone in this world got along with everyone else, problem solved.

18. Do you like to Dance?- I dance in my head, coz I got two left feet. I also sing in my head. My head loves multi-tasking.

19. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?- "Arya" or "Godhuli". Arya is right from the time I read Eragon. She fascinated my imagination and I loved the name. "Godhuli" means "bathed in the light of the setting sun". Had come across someone on Orkut with that name. Loved it at once.

20. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?- "Ashwin" or "Aryan"....anything with "A". I don't want him to go through the torture of being right at the end of the roll-call. (Although it wasn't that get loads of time to prepare before you are called in for practicals)

21. Would you ever consider living abroad? – Mera Bharat Mahaan! Nothing beats living in your own country. Ghar ka lagta hai.

22. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates? – Hey man! How did I fare?

Life's a game and how much you win depends on how you play it. Relax. Think. Feel. Live.

Now, this wasn't that bad...I tag:


and everyone who reads this and isn't too lazy to take the pains :P