Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Summer Tunes

UPDATE: Please donot figure this write up to my once-disreputable-past-now-paling-into-anaemic-sickening-honour-pushing-my-completely-disgusting-present-profile! Not all parts of this post impose my deeds (rather dishonourable in thought and deed). Of late I´ve known that a lot of matured-nonmatured-people who dont know me-who know me-yet not know me-17 year to 45 year- read my blog. I wanted to delete this but i decided to keep it. If u think talking a little raunch, sleaze, sex is forbidden, then dont read any further- halt. This might be a taboo subject to you! Most importantly, I DONT CARRY MY LIBIDO ON MY SHOULDERS. I might be a twerp but not a sexist-ego-centric-bastard. Ive written what I and everybody who have their retinae intact have seen. And its not that I go in search of naked-minimal clothed women. I am yet to visit a table-dance-joint in the neighbourhood and amsterdam which is an hours drive, while every graceful sob on this earth fly-drive miles to visit these for the sake of concupiscence. I shall do it if and when i need to. I had to write these in red after a confrontation and debate on what ive written with a cousin, a friend and a person whom i dont know at all. And those who have already read it and sighed a disgust, thanks for coming over again. Most importantly, I dont blog for everybody!


Summer has been brutal this year. After fighting the Indian summer, I’m yet to survive another summer: The European summer. My sweat glands have been working over time. To learn that cool breeze is blowing over Chennai doesn’t make me any better. The Bangalore summer was much better by leaps. Which ever retard said Indian summer is the knife edge *sigh*. I’m sitting here, in front of the machine bare chest with only boxer shorts covering my skin. The sweat trickles past my sidelocks to the chin. My armpits drip. The diaphoresis continues. This gets worse over the day. The infra-red part of the ultra-band from the sun starts heating the ground as early as 4.30 AM. Yes, you have read it right; the sun rises at that time. This relentless phenomenon of radiation gracing our peripherals continues to hyperbole till 11 PM or 23.00 hrs!!!! Which means we are spared only five-n-half hours of no sunlight!! The assault takes the toll at around 7 in the evening (that’s roughly fourteen hours of sunlight burning things up), and my table clock promptly ticks past 7.15. If at all you want to drive back home from work, open all the doors of your car as soon as you get to it, start the engine, stretch your arms to the climate control and switch it on full throttling the blower and get out of the furnace. After 2 minutes, close the doors and meanwhile send an SMS or play a game or take a peek at the long legs that extend below the mini-shirts. Now you can get into the car and drive home without getting mashed by the superheated greenhouse gases.
Amidst all these, one thing that gives me immense pleasure is the chicks. They walk around with those snazzy minimal clothes, displaying the newly tanned thighs and bare skin as they pull men towards them like moths to a flame. I step into the bus everyday to see the chicks sit with artful carelessness that one can visually measure how deep their cleavage run. If you get a seat and sit down, within seconds you can pick a girl and say which color panty she is wearing effortlessly. And your eyes are on a feast if she had decided not to wear one.
I have to walk through a very popular park called west-park to visit a friend (I was living in the same building before), and I did that a couple of days back. I enter the park and tens of bare tits glare knocking my eyes, inviting them to take a peek. The clothes go off as the sun set in – welcome sun bath. It saves your pockets; tanning centers are pretty expensive. When I was new to this country, I used to get embarrassed walking past them, saving and enhancing the image believing it to be indecent to look at them. Later I realized I was the only dud who did that. Now I derive pleasure of walking past that mob. Okay, let me stop it here before I get more raunchy. I haven’t treated my readers with such kind of writing before. All the hidden summer slumber just came out and I didn’t refrain. Sorry people. All you guys enjoy the monsoon while I get barbecued under the sun. Thanks for surviving my hyperbole.

Music: Mozart- Rondo alla truca

PS: I procastinated this post over a week. So please map yourselves respectively.

Thank you!
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