Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Have you ever been seduced by a Playboy bunny?

Have you ever been seduced by a sexy ass Playboy bunny? Have you ever dream of Michael Jackson after his death? Have you ever fantasized getting jiggy with Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt? Guys have you dreamed of becoming a porn star, where you get paid doing what you love the most and you get to explore manygina without the tension of dating? Well I have never dreamed any of the above (well I won’t mind the last one)…. This post has nothing to do with any of these and I am not going to blog about any of these.

Right now my life revolves around India, its history, culture, religion and so on. I have soaked up a lot of India and I really feel lucky to a part of this fascinating country. Compared to West, India is a completely different world in almost every way. Though most of my post is about India and I know some of you must have had enough reading about India, but I can’t help it. I have bitched about India a lot (which I don’t regret) but today for a change I’ll write the things that I love about India.

The best thing about India is its closely knitted family lifestyle. I mean the joint family. Unlike the West, where kids flies away from their folks once they reach 18, in India you will find kids sticking with their folks even after getting married. I really admire this. Kids in India stick with their folks, not because they cannot support themselves but because they want to repay what their parent have done for them, by supporting them in their old age. In the west once you moved out from your home, people hardly even call up their folks, leave alone visiting them. I really have learned a lot from this. I haven’t seen my folks in almost three years and I hardly call them up. But after coming to New Delhi and mingling with the locals I have started calling my folks at least twice and I have decided that no matter what I’ll be spending this Christmas with my folks.

Overall, India is not such a bad country. People still have respect for their elder (though I have seen 5 year old kids calling his grandpa a motherfucker and a sister fucker), but seriously overall, people still respect their elders. People here still believe in the holy relationship of a brother and a sister. They observe this by celebrating the festival of Rakhi (which happens in the first week of August), where the sister ties a holy tread in her brother’s arm. Speaking of Rakhi Festival, I hope the two hot chicks (Miss Annie and Miss Kapoor, both blessed with Irresistible body, who I believe are blessed with 36+ size boobs) who sits next to me are not planning to tie me that holy tread. Guys, Let me just stop here.. I have to go and apply for a day off that day because I seriously don’t want to be their brother… LOL……

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Sex Adventure of Two Indians and a Polish

Are you stressed out? Well I am. Am tried of my daily 9 hours working shift. Tired of watching the on going war in Iraq, the protest in Iran and Honduras. Tried of watching tributes to Michael Jackson, tired of Michael Jackson fans morning. In short am so stressed out that I don’t find anything in this life exciting.

Who isn’t stressed out? I should thank God that I still find pleasure doing small stuffs like spending my time with my new puppy (Oh yes.. I have a new puppy now), riding my horse, jamming with my band, drinking chilled beer, making plans on how to earn my first million online, watching big ass, big asses, free ass, round ass, Asian movies, women and Bollywood movie, (well the bold words were added just to increase some traffic. LOL. It seems these are the top keywords right now).

Recently I have been sneaking to jokes sites from my work place and believe me keeps me refreshed. During one of my trip to a site called Aha! Jokes I came across a really funny one. Here it goes. Hope you will enjoy this:

Two Indians and a Polish fellow were walking along together in the desert, when, all of a sudden, one of the Indians took off and ran up a hill to the mouth of a cave. He stopped and hollered into the cave... "Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!" and then listened very closely until he heard the answer..."Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!" He then tore off his clothes and ran in to the cave.

Confused the Polish fellow asked the other Indian what that was all about, was that Indian going nuts. "No", said the other Indian. "It is mating time for us Indians and when you see a cave and holler, "Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!", and get an answer back, that means that a female is in there waiting for you.

After walking for some distance, the other Indian saw another cave. He took off and ran up to the cave, then stopped and hollered, "Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!" When he heard the return, "Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!", off came the clothes and into the cave he goes.
Excited the Polack started running around the desert looking for a cave. All of a sudden, he looked up and saw this great big cave. As he looked in amazement, he was thinking, "Man! Look at the size of that cave! It's bigger then the ones that those Indians found. There must really be something really great in this cave!"

Well... he took-off up the hill at a super fast speed. He got in front of the cave and hollered, "Woooooo! Woooooo! Woooooo!" He was just tickled all over when he heard the answering call of, "WOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOO!! WOOOOOOOOO!!! Off came his clothes and, with a big smile on his face, he raced into the cave.

The next day in the newspaper the head lines read, Naked Polack Run Over By Freight Train!!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Halleluiah: New Delhi is Wet like a Girl in her Prime!

Today I just feel like saying Halleluiah.. Halleluiah.. You wanna know why! Well the skies have finally opened up. The temperature has drastically dropped from 45 to 34. IS this a miracle? A blessing from above? Or Mother Nature is in a good mood. It finally rained here in New Delhi. I never expected this. New Delhi is at its best today. The ride to work from home was so enjoyable that I had this feeling of going back to home and ride back again to work. Believe me not even a single drop of sweat was wasted today.

Since its payday I guess I’ll grab some beer on the way, hire a pool dancer or a stripper and have some fun. Wish I could do that. Unfortunately there are no pool dancer and stripper here in New Delhi, to my knowledge. For god sake, sex is a taboo here, even though it has the second most populated country in the world.