Hot people in the Shades of Hades

for quite some time i was wanting to update & post a list of the people i know and care about or know personally in the chatrooms & blogs.

Lobby = Hell
30s = Ashram

this is the need of the day seeing the vagaries and vagabonds in the lobby day in and day out . but moreover , at times i have found that even the regulars and good people misunderstand each others' chats and land up sluggin' it out in the chatrooms.

well !!! here it is...

A group = are the people i have spoken to and seen / met

B group = are the people i have spoken to but not seen or met

C group = are the people i have not known personally , but i think are cool by observing their chats .

the order of appearance has no significance, because i am not ranking them or going to comment on them individually . i shall do that when i hire an editor to review the volumes i could write on every individual .

the mangement of Hades takes no responsiblity for their personal actions

the idea is to tell all that these are real people .

i shall also be modifying / adding to the list as time progresses.

this has been created in a hurry , so in case i have missed anyone please do not beat me up , but do point out that i have commited a grave error , and the necessary changes will be effected within 24 hours.

lists last updated : 25.09.2009

A - females

108anju***
a_psara2006***
akruti73 ***
anamika76 ***
AnnisCancer / CBC_Back ***
Armina_FL / Armina1964 / Armina3
bingobook ***
brown_eyez
cherithgirl
chitchat35 ***
coral2007
coychristie ***
serenafromsac / cutiefromnorcal ***
desishah / _Desi_Shah_ / _DS_ / desi_shah ***
devilish3072 ***
ehsaas_
ergliz ***
eversmilingme ***
FeLiCiTyGuRL ***
happyhunt
hurricanedarla ***
ichchhuka ***
indiangirl_hyd80
JaiKaaliMa ***
janya_74 ***
jaysilverheels
khatti_meethi ***
koimaslanahi
Leather72
littlefeathers / littlefeather2
Maxi65 ***
MelodicLotus / Miss_World
miskinora
missnow2 ***
Natasha42 ***
neeru2006
nella659 ***
nishisence
nivaa
Pikpik / cutegulab ***
pranam2006/ pruthvI3 ***
pretty44 ***
rachelle / rchick / iflirt / Begum ...
...QueenOfDammed / trinty ...
...Merrick / kissy_kissy***
rainstorm ***
rbarbie
romitaNY
rosl
Saheli2you ***
sexynurse02
Shivers
shy4163 ***
_smile_ / liveandlove
spritelynymph32 ***
sude30 ***
sunbeam1977
supanovagirlhey ***
sweetchillie
Tammy_2 ***
unique1970 ***
volcano62 ***
whisky_returns / whisky14...
... pagliii_diwaniii ***
yereece / poisonivy79
Yourdream4ever / Yourdream2006 ***

A - males

_S_J_ / sirjohn2005***
4luv2hvfun
achillies719 / Don_Juan007A
bad1waiting
bjcilu ***
duecebigellow ***
frednil***
gentlevinoo2
jamesbond2004
john_maclen
longthickforu4 ***
madhushaala / laserdoc ***
MATRIX2000 ***
move_in_out / move_in
paymetosayhi / propain88
rasbehari2004 ***
rememberme4u / harpal4u ***
Rogers1946 / vijayn / trust57 ***
royschindler
soulitude ***
sudy007 ***
Trip_ / oraldude ***
wolf0 / huggs99

B - females

___Whisper___ / texasbreezy / socialbutterfly
_Chipkali_ / _Malika_ / namkeen
angel_love ***
Anonymous1961 ***
cudds / cuddles_1 ***
funkybaby75
gabbi2 / Gabbiarian
indu3
Jules22
kanya_chanakya / rsahjy
Khattimeethi28 ***
khushboo73 ***
kismet2005 ***
shenali
stolenkisses
sweet_thang000 / looking4love ***
sydgirl ***

B - males

Hungryfopu000
konanthekiller
luke_sh
Princeofhearts

C - females

alisa28
Anina197
delicious21
foxfirehottie69
isabella_ / serendipity / catsmeoww
lovelygurl ***
Mysti_Gal
nandini823
princess1974
Ritu8182
shyness_usa
supranee73
sweety2002
sweety59
tandoorikelly2
timeout4
venus68
WickedFeline

C - males

_Casper_ / meteor
mitha_zehre / ChatsMVP
indiman1000
langley
sensual_2_raj
singhforlove
suppasupp
TheArtGod
TotalGadha
twinklesethi
yanee

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my earlier list did not have the negative side to it ... however recent malicious rumours spread about me make it imperative for me to add a list of people who either have an axe to grind against me & my friends or are vicious human beans by nature ...

a small write-up about each has been incorporated at the end of this blog ... describing their history with me or my friends ...

remember anything originating from the following people have absolutely no basis or truth to it ... they are just cowardly fabrications instigated by them to wreak havoc among us ...

detractors
HIGHLY UNTRUSTWORTHY & LIABLE TO SPREAD LIES

01. bilingual / IM_bilingual / IM_spencer ...
... trilingual
02. bobmenon
03. diamond2004
04. govind23456 / govind133 / indrasinner05
05. hot_perfume
06. merytauba / cannibal_mermaid ...
... chotisiaasha / massimusebatey
07. millionsmile / mayade / bubblymamtani ...
... chandra1972 / jasminescent
08. pooja32 / kiyahai
09. raaani1970 / rani_1970 / raani1970
10. singlemomlookin / MrMomfromHell
11. TheOnlyLisa / Lisaisback / lisaishere
12. yourmannu / kissexpert / Abhinav_saini...
... possesivepicean / ___SJ___
13. _Mahee_ / nanu72
14. Parth112 / bhaai

scammers / tricksters / predators
DEEMED DANGEROUS & BAD FOR HEALTH

14. __Prince___ / prince609
15. satans_angel / payal36 / bluejay
16. iamchi / kaine / phoenix_rising
17. direstraits09 / dark_asteroid ...
... da_invincible
18. fota_007
19. jadugar35 / mukri
20. mitch49 ( gold member ) / rakesh0770 ...
... korki / shamina786 / kajol### / garve ...
... smurffy / lalooram / ronan3 ( goldmember )
21. realscorpion / sapera / sapera_ / ebixa...
...sooooryapatel
22. Sparshy / NaTaShA1993
23. strumm / usikandar / ricky2502 ...
... slappyguy / happy3242 / baloney ...
... sheddon

serial abusers

24. ajit36175160 / Great_cutter / Ruby855 ...
... molly2 / munmun5
25. anika4u / miss_whatever / melicious_lotus ...
... sweet_thongy
26. Dreaamguy2007 / dreamguy2005 ...
... sharatam / flamengo etc
27. harshy3 / shilpabhabhi / harshy1 / h_is_h ...
... harsh_is_handsome / harsh_is_handsom ...
... kai_zala /
28. mr_romeo786
29. Sizzling_Kareena / Sizzling_K ...
... kareena68 / Bebo_30

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01. bilingual >>> oh well !!! my perception is he was goaded and befooled by four frazzled men on IFF into butting heads with me . the two wars would not have mattered much had he not insulted virtually every who's who on IFF and not adopted cowardly tactics of running to mommy ( IFF chat abuse deptt. ) everytime things got a bit hot for him ...

02. diamond2004 >>>

03. govind133 >>>

04. isabella_ >>> i have no idea why she lashed out against me in supanova's blog ... as far as i am concerned all my lobby & private chats with her have been normal banter and cordial ...

the last chat we had on YM we exchanged notes about the scammers and she even went to ask when she gets to make it to the "Devil's A list" ...her ending the convo with "bye gorgeous ... was a pleasure - as it always is with you."

well it beats me why a couple of weeks later all this changed ...

23-12-07 >>> this matter is now rectified & the air cleared, isabella is back on my friends list...

05. merytauba >>>

06. millionsmile >>> by far the most vicious abuser and liar i have ever encountered in my life ....... ((( to be continued )))

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Insignificant Birthdays ...

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close friends know the reason for my aversion to being wished for my birthdays or even our major festivals like Holi, Diwali and our traditional New Year. Though two of them wrote blogs wishing me…

my dottie was not even allowed to call her father and wish her on his birthday … since the onset of my moving for custody … subsequently her sobbing and narrating the incident to me the next day when i called her, something in me died…

four years of this unending nightmare and the baby was not allowed to call and wish her dad and her grandparents for either their birthdays or the above mentioned festivals …

the first year the tenacious girl, sneaked out her handmade paintings made as a birthday gift for me a month later when i met her during my numerous visits to delhi for the case … they say a woman is susceptible to tears and sentimentality, admittedly being a tough natured man, I had to wait till i reach my hotel to shed my tears at the state she was in …

i remember the third year, summer of 2004, … the mother confiscated a glass painting dottie made for my forthcoming birthday … later while at the Ansal Plaza Mall, while i was browsing through the fancy lighters at a gift shop, she ran up behind me, pulled out my wallet from the back pocket of my trousers, telling me to give her money. Not knowing what she wanted it for, nor was she willing to divulge, i humoured her and gave her Rs.50/= for she knew not the value of money yet, and i would fill up the shortfall, if any, once she bought what she was angling for ...

to my utmost surprise she got a tiny box with a ribbon on top and told the cashier to bill it. It cost within the money i gave her, returning the balance, she pocketed the gift wrapped box. When we boarded an auto-rickshaw to head for my hotel, she fished it out, handing it to me hugged me harrrrrrd ((( as she always did ))) saying this was for my birthday. i feigned impatience, and she giggled and told me to open it then and there, close to two months before my birthday. it was a miniature porcelain mug saying '' Love U Dad ''

till date it adorns the pride of place beside her smuggled paintings and her framed picture in a colourful traditional kashmiri costume. :( on my work table.

few months later in November of 2004, i was at delhi for a long series of hearings i managed to force out of the courts. It overlapped 30th November, her birthday, which i requested the judge to make special allowance for me to be with her. To my utmost horror, her mother refused to answer her cell phone the entire day, effectively curbing both mine and my child’s desire to be with each other on her birthday. Well, as expected they claimed something for which they faced flak from the judge who simply turned around to me and said, '' what did you expect from them? Give me her gifts i will arrange them to be delivered to your child ''

having done my best to keep my dottie out of the purview of the custody battle, because of the peculiarity of our situation … knowing fully well the absolute attachment of my dottie to her Mr. Mom, that is me, and my wife’s need to eradicate this phenomenon to suit her selfish needs … it shocked and disgusted me when my child was subject to the actions of a malicious mother. Among many sordid actions on her part, the first one was to drag the kid outta town so as she would not spend Holi with me in the spring of 2001…

((( what i've narrated is not a gender specific event. The larger question here is how selfish and unfeeling we adult humans tend to become when our own needs cloud our judgment. )))


when a 7 to 10 year old was deprived … i was deprived from the wishes of the person dearest to me … my dottie … all others’ wishes have lost significance hence… :(


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Sick Face of the Human Race

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profile after profile asks for honesty in the other person. What is the definition? What are the parameters? Where does one draw a line?

today the human race is emotionally fragile to the extent that shrinks and religious leaders run their lives rather than their personal instincts. It’s somewhat like … rather than develop immunity , which a human body is resilient enough , to fight minor illness, the reliance on antibiotics is rampant … a stage where humans pop a pill for a quick-fix solution.

my rant here may not make sense because my own thoughts are frayed, many a question creeping back into my mind as to where this life is heading. Why people want to discard their loved ones at the drop of the hat, why whims get the better of us, why we are quick to judge others instantly destroying in one stroke a house of cards painstakingly built over a long period of time.

the answers may be multifold, but my conclusion is that the very fabric of human decency lies in tatters, where so many people simply want to screw over each other for no plausible reason… effectively making it an uphill task for the few who live by their honest principles extinct or irrelevant. Self-preservation making many a decent human to cloud their own judgment discarding even things we once considered precious, leaving behind a wake of pain and discontent.

just when one comes to a plateau, thinking life cannot possibly give more shocks or that we think we have become either immune or smart enough to cope with emotional disasters … the next episode leaves another gaping hole in the already cratered psyche.

strange thing is, we humans would rather live a lonely existence, looking over our shoulders, pretending to be tough and '‘getting on with life’'. No one stops to think, we may have built mansions and overflowing bank balances in the quest for having '‘achieved’' something in life. But the emptiness within, that we have a bare cupboard from our past … effectively rendering us emotionally bankrupt … where we have nobody we call our own, nobody who is a devoted mate, friend or sibling. As we strut about life with a spring in our walk,,, only to drag our feet once we reach home to our grand achievements devoid of the basic necessities of primitive life. We see the pillars of life tottering and the walls crumbling down due to the suspicion and intolerance we embrace … questioning where does this all end???

my original philosophy always was … 5 trustworthy friends are equivalent to 500 hypocritical acquaintances….. ( one devoted lover is worth ten short-term stands )
Then life turns it upside down and forces you to tune in to 500 selfish acquaintances after those five disappear …
shaitaanism : love can be pursued but cannot be forced … be it in a relationship, friendship or family… food, however well prepared, if served without love would never taste good.

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Where have all those Good Old Days Gone ???

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just the other day my aunt came to town and i squirmed, like Ross Geller of the ‘Friends’ sitcom, at the thought of her getting mushy with me. I braced myself but luckily for me she just pinched and pulled at my 45 year old cheeks…lol

well, this triggered off memories of my schooldays … when my chocolate face was subject to inhuman torture by the senior girls in my school and the neighbourhood. In their enthusiasm to show how much they adored me and found me … ewwww!!! … ''cute'' … they would constantly tackle me, hug me, maul me, tug at my cheeks and horrors :O kiss them.

Bleah!!! And Yucks!!!

it was a constant scource of tension for me to walk the hallowed hallways of my school, each day felt like dodging a bloody minefield … from age 5 till …errr… i dunno … emmm … the age i reached puberty :D

now don’t get me wrong … on second thoughts, DO get me wrong :)) why the Hell did it all have to stop just when i would have enjoyed it immensely :D

i sigh and think about those good old days … wish i had a fraction of that action now … where you lovely ladies caress my face, plant those red rose-bud lips on me and not to mention a good feel of them endowed torsos against me while being hugged :D:D

ahem !!! … i mean … amen!!!

an unrelated quote from me : i always say puppies, kittens and children should never grow up ...
and to all the ladies who have done so : STOP calling me ''cute'' }:( ... puppies and kittens are cute ((( the appropriate suggested words are hunk, macho, sexy, hottt, droolmaal, etc... :#:# )))

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Eclipse of the HoneyMOON

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the beaches were more or less deserted because Phuket Island in 1990 was still undergoing various constructions to develop it into the tourist destination it has now become.

i dive into the inviting sea before it turned dark, enjoying every minute of the salt water encasing my body. To remind you people, honeymooning is more strenuous than routine life ... primarily due to non-stop motion on the hotel bed :D & sightseeing outside ... to top it all the love for the water ... i kind of decided to cut short my swim so as to conserve my energies for more important tasks ahead :D :D ... i meant long walks through raw natural surroundings to discover exotic eating joints for dinner ... & alright, alright :D:D the adult pleasures too ;)

i turned in the water and headed for the shore ... couple of minutes later realised, the more i tried to steam towards it, the further it seemed ... Damn!!! :O the retreating tide was hauling me out to deeper waters. Looking towards the beach i could only see, on the entire stretch of miles of sand, were two matronly Thai women massaging two white men asleep on their backs on reclining deck chairs. I knew i was tiring & may not make it back. I panicked.

I began shouting at those two women, who luckily realised i was in trouble. Both of them sprang into action, despite their bulks sprinted across the sand to the outer wall of the hotel. I saw them grab a donut shaped lifebuoy each hanging on the wall and run in my direction.

I have no idea how much time had elapsed ... but before the two women turned and headed for me ... some freak movement of the treacherous tide, i found myself in a swirling pocket of the water, with a cluster of huge rocks few feet from where i was. I could make out that due to this rock formation protruding out in a semi-circle, the sea was behaving confusedly. I saw my chance, gave my strokes the last burst of power, swimming towards this clump of brown monsters jutting out menacingly, unmoved by the frothing water dashing against them. One last heave of energy & i managed to clutch a round pock-marked rock, holding for dear life.

the first thing i did was to look up, wave & smile, trying to rescue my dignity in time, at the two panting ladies still running midway, indicating that i was safe. Looking around to see if anyone had witnessed my predicament ... whew!!! no one was around, my pride intact...

i stood up on the rock, still breathing heavily, feeling a burning sensation on my thighs and legs. I looked down to see the sharp jagged skin of the rocks had shredded much of mine at numerous places, leaving me bleeding ... the salt water making the cuts sting.

oh!!! all this commotion and where was the love of my life :O:O ... i looked to my right & i saw her at a distance, out of earshot, my wife standing on some mammoth boulders on the beachhead. She was taking some pictures of the hotel & the surroundings absolutely oblivious of the fact that she nearly got widowed midway of her honeymoon with me.
incidentally she did not know how to swim ... however on hearing my narration of my ordeal, my swimming forays were now restricted by her to the deserted swimming pool of the hotel }:(

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Four Moons on the Honeymoon !!!

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the next morning the sound to the sea beckoned me from the huge open glass doors. We wear our swimming costumes and walk down to the deserted beach. Strolling along the surf at the beachhead with her whispering sweet nothings and me looking longingly at the sea :D … i began turning my head towards her … as my line of vision came up-front, my heart skipped a beat or was it that i forgot to breathe? :O Coming towards us at some distance were two topless white women.

asdfghjkl … my face i’m sure resembled The Mask with his eyes popping out … my wife too got a load of those two pairs of bare MOONS heading our way. i was cursing my luck since i was not carrying the camera. i could not behave like a typical MAN and go back to the hotel to get it :( , being newly married and all … one thing i need to mention here … in those days she and i had a very good understanding … she read my mind & tells me to go get the camera :D

i pivot on the sand and make a run for it towards the hotel before she changed her mind, not wanting to wait and see whether she meant it or…you know, the woman thing ;) … ((( i may have said ''yes'', but my tone meant ''don't you dare'' X( )))

leaping over various hurdles on the way like a track star, i virtually flew back to the hotel. i didn’t bother to waste time waiting for the dumb elevator and took the stairs three at a time, lest i'm not back before the two subjects of my artistic abilities :D disappeared into the horizon or something. Besides, the bigger tragedy would be that my friends back home would NEVER believe me, hence the larger motive was to get photographic proof & NOTHING else :D

wasting precious minutes trying to shove in the key, i smashed open our room door a-la-hollywood style (((this is a bit too much exaggeration ;) ))), grabbed the camera by it’s strap, nearly decided to jump out of the second floor balcony into the pool below to save time. i refrained because the camera would become wet :D. i ran back down the stairwell, chest heaving, skidded to a momentary halt at the reception desk to FLASH … a smile, that is, to the pretty Thai receptionist handing over the room keys to her.

i headed back out hoping my wife had the two women engaged in some mundane conversation to delay their departure … first in my line of vision came my lone wife then (((whew!!!))) the brunette was on her haunches touching a dead jellyfish washed up on the sand and the other strolling around without a care in the world.

now to trap their treasure CHESTS on film without making it too obvious … my wife went and stood in line with the short-haired TOPLESS woman behind her kicking the surf … i got a clear shot keeping my wife relegated to one corner of the frame. Like a relay athlete I sprinted to her and she handed me the baton (((camera))) as i went and posed … my hands covering my crotch for obvious reasons, (((the goris must have died laughing))) telling her to focus on the dead jellyfish ;) …another perfect shot as she managed to keep me to one corner and the woman in the centre, as she had got up realizing she could not revive the dead jellyfish :D had begun trudging aimlessly, her MOONS swinging ;) , towards where my wife was standing focusing the camera.

Well i had the story to tell my friends at the dinner table on our return home … & as expected they disbelieved, as even I probably would have too … i whipped out the two photograph, my chest swelling with pride at the proof of the two lovely chests captured on camera :D, silencing my critics. While my ‘prestige’ went up multifold with my male friends ( lol ) the ladies were in throes, cackling away in the crowded restaurant at my rendition of both this episode and the incident of my disastrous fall off the honeymoon bed.

Whether i’m a good lover or not, i don’t wish to comment :D … but i hope my story telling skills are better than my fumbling elsewhere :D

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Moon Landing !!!

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story about how i landed on my brown ass during my HONEYMOON...read this with a straight face...no rotfl...only sympathies welcome

on reaching the relatively new five-star hotel, bang on the Karon beach at Phuket island in Thailand, we discovered there was a ''slight'' mistake on their part...

groaning and fuming we went up to the second floor room over-looking the pool and the beach, we saw the two twin beds staring at us as i glared back at them...they had apologized in their classic humble thai way...promised to shift us to one having a double bed by the evening...

well, i locked the door and the first act on my part, before the actual act was to push one bed which was on coasters (wheels) across the thick lush carpet and join it with the other...

after settling down and some statutory foreplay later, we were deeply engrossed in some serious fornicating (((love-making as some call it )))...for the first 20 minutes it was on one bed...hers...since she always complained of getting the wet spot more often than not ...

at some point i was on my left side, my concentration on the task in hand was absolute...so much so that i must have moved back and at some point was lying on the seam where the two twins were joined...

the long list of hotel rules framed on the door certainly did not warn me of the danger of what i am about to describe...

the out of control thrusting, humping away to glory as if my life depended on it and absolutely no recollection of the surroundings...but the next thing i knew i heard my wife call out my name, ''where did you disappear? ''...while i found myself flat on my back on the beige carpet, body glistening with sweat, my hard-on twitching violently in mid air ...

the evil twin (((bed))) shifted away from the other due to my weight and the motions and i had fallen though the gap ...

luckily the carpet was thick, but not enough to prevent me from getting hurt...my pride that is ... as my wife could not stop giggling...

oh!!! just in case you'll are wondering the climax eventually took place on the floor...

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my clone - a grown-up practical joker

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"pappa giant, baby miniature"

this was the oft repeated sentence which my dottie had concocted and would greet me with this off and on, bringing on the urge to squash the little one in a bear hug and smother her with my love...

since many people wanted to see the earlier photographs of my grinning terrorist...i came across this one which was taken with a first generation digital camera i had procured from the then indian e-bay called baazee.c**...

now, as usual, a vivid memory is attached to this picture … i hope my dottie’s stories are not a drag for you talented bloggers...but i need to share this episode, among many many more...

the date: 28th Dec 2003...
the age: 8 years 28days...
stage: rajdhani express heading for new delhi...

dense fog had delayed the train interminently...expected to reach 6-7 hours late, if luck held out. Opening the door and peeking out i saw an opaque white wall few feet away from the train as it crawled at a painfully slow speed. One could have walked and overtaken it :D. Looking left i could see the engine, few bogies (coaches) ahead, cutting through the fog, dissipating it … looked like the titanic slicing through an iceberg, to let it sail through...

the attendants served some dry snacks, oranges, cold drinks and tea to the hungry passengers...mind you, this was an auxiliary meal, cobbled together due to the unprecedented delay...

i had hauled my dottie on the side upper berth, alongwith two other girls she had made friends with...none of them were complaining the extra time spent on the train, while the adults groaned and complained incessantly at the delay...

the three began peeling their oranges, chattering away to glory, reminiscent of a kitty party group indulging in serious gossip :D:D:D ... while i was engrossed in philosophical debates with the other two girl's parents...

now a little background to warn you all...my kid is extra intelligent...somewhat like me :D:D:D...and apart from being a carbon copy of what i looked like as a child her age...she also possesses ((( ufff how many s's here ))) a wicked sense of humour, a - la - shaitaan >;) ...

suddenly, she calls out to me and says: "pappa!!! come here one minute, see i think this orange is spoilt."

i look up and say "huh!" :O:O ... "what?"

i see that only the empty peel is lying by her crossed legs on the berth, all orange meat consumed...i get up go to them, grumbling "baby!!! you are saying it's spoilt after you ate the whole thing?"

she points her finger at the well-peeled peel, i see the whitish inside of the peel is sparkled with black dots all over :O:O ....ewww!!!...

since i never had to scold her ever till that date...i simply admonish her in a low tone that, when she saw the pock-marked inside of the orange peel she should have either called me before eating the orange or at least herself realised the orange was spoilt and not eaten it...

she pouts and preens, saying "sorry pappa." and "what to do, i didn't see..." and making other conciliatory noises...

i called the attendant over, while my child watches me straight-faced as i scolded the man for serving a spoilt fruit to us...

the 5 minutes which elapsed from the time she called me to review the orange peel, till the profusely apologetic attendant squirming at my irritation, this girl goes through the motions holding the right expressions and actions...

as the attendant apologised to her too saying "babba, i bring more for you, i am so so sorry..."

she burst out laffing and rolling on the berth with mirth, resembling the rolling on the floor emoticon on our Yahoo Messengers, as do her two friends...

i am wide-eyed, the attendant confused and the other co-passengers, now gathered around due to the commotion i created, are puzzled...

"i played the foooool...hi hi hi..." she goes...

i go "huh!!!" "what?" ... grrrrr :D:D

she picks up a torn tea bag, demonstrating how she sprinkled a little of it's contents on the inside of the peel...

OMD..OMD..OMD...i burst out laughing, as do all the other onlookers...the attendant, looking relieved, retreated quietly to bring a tray full of chocolate éclairs for the girls as a reward...

OMFD...i was in tears laughing as i mock spanked and rough & tumbled my giggling practical joker...one played so well, it could put an adult to shame at both conjouring such a spontaneous idea and executing it to perfection...


>:) ... >:) ... >:)

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Story of a shabby sweater...

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This was written by me on 29th December 2005 on IFF...

staring at the unbecoming muddy green (ewwww) sweater i had on while on cam, the story of it's entry into my life flashed back.

i usually detest and don't wear sweaters unless absolutely necessary, the reason why i only owned one, a smart double sided one.

i was travelling on Rajhdahani Express to drop my dottie (daughter) back after the winter vacations on 31st December 2003. As the train passed towns closer to New Delhi, people commented it was raining outside.

as it is, Delhi winters can chill the bones, and when we stepped out of the temperature controlled airconditioned compartment, we were hit by a chill which shook me the way even malaria chills don't.

we retreated back inside and i fished out her additional warm clothes to truss her up like an eskimo. then when i unzipped my duffel bag.....horrors

in the rush while packing, and the fact that i was returning the very next day, i had only packed 2 shirts and some underwear.

i called Delhi and people told me even horny street dogs have their erections frozen midway due to the chilly rain and strong winds. i panicked, visualising a 25 km ride in an open autorickshaw at speeds only Delhi drivers can pile on.

a young doctor from Defence Colony offered me a jacket, since he had a woolen one and a thick synthetic one for wet weather. i declined because if i took his synthetic one the woolen one would get spoilt in the incessant rains, and similar arguement for me not accepting the woolen one too.

i put on one extra flimsy shirt over the one i was wearing and on stepping out on the platform of the New Delhi railway station, i felt like the destitute homeless people freezing in the driving winds.

my 8 year old dottie in her unimitable style, came up with her bright idea ... said she would sit on my lap and keep pappa warm by sheilding me from the cold winds. we boarded a pre-paid auto with me close to losing sensation in my exposed hands and face, and to top it all my head and my shirt getting drenched in the strong drizzle.

this amazingly intelligent and resilient girl of mine huffs and puffs while sitting on my lap, saying she's trying to enlarge her body so as my large frame would get covered. as it is she was a darn sight larger because of the countless number of winter wear i had made her wear.

she covers my ears with her tiny hands telling me to put my freezing palms inside her sweater, squealing with mock delight for a couple of minutes as my icy palms touched the bare skin of her belly.

i began singing incoherrently & at the top of my voice like a mad-man to ward off the chill (((try it, it works))). the din of the auro-rickshaw engine providing the background music - and more or less drowning my wailing ... she joined in, both of us covering the 40 minute stretch screaming at the top of our voices to forget the north winds.

i will never forget the hilarity of the entire situation where this miniature eskimo even drew out some snacks from the bag feeding me and herself as i kept my senses from passing out.

dropping the luggage at the hotel, borrowing a muffler from the manager, we commandeered another auto to the Sarojini Market. i remember both of us hopping out on reaching the market, running for the heaps of sweaters on tables outside various shops, plucking one, putting it on and heaving a sigh of relief and paying the shopkeeper without even checking what this horrid thing looked like.

well the story is not so much about the sweater as much as it is about my beautiful child and her funny antics during this episode, which i am unable to describe vivdly ... and as usual at one point during the ride i managed to take a couple of self-snapshots at close range of both of us as a memory.

i have to keep a collection box or install a coin-slot on my Yahoo Messenger now to be able to buy a scanner soon, so as i can share the visuals to my memories by putting up these memorable photographs...



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Caught in the Act...

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The little toddler and her curiosity that always got the better of her. I have a passion for photography (((to the point of being snap-happy))) and till one point my ex-wife was the subject of my candid phtotographs. Later on it was my daughter who became the target of pappa paparazzi.

Sifting through the thousands of pix i have, i came across today one photo of her as a two year old in pajamas on her toes reaching up to get hold of the steel glass on the earthen pot holding drinking water, which she was not supposed to touch lest she knock it over and break it.

Well the camera was at hand and unknown to the mischevious little imp, i got a perfect shot of her in that position. I don't know why, but i had hit the red button again, taking a second picture in sequence - the flash having made her jump, giving me a classic shot of her still standing reaching up, BUT now staring at her father with a silly grin at being CAUGHT IN THE ACT.

Her face so much reminds me of the toothy grin smiley (emitcon) ...

...that i use in the chatrooms and the yahoo messenger.

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SELL YOUR SOUL ! ... BE IN LEAGUE WITH THE DEVIL !

Whatever our faiths, whatever our philosophy, whatever our efforts...the pain never goes away and the anarchy in every human's life rules roost.

For some it eases, for some it becomes a part of life and for some it repeats with alarming alarcity.

In the end it is for us to live with it or cope up with it, the creator is a nobody who, if He / She exists, has no right to play with lives.

I could go on with this debate, without making much sense....but i would like every individuals own input here, however ambiguous.