Y'know, it's a guy thing to brag. Especially when you haven't scored in that long. Which is why I'm guessing this piece of news made the front-page headline story in todays Times of India. From what I understand the boys of the Indian Navy haven't had any real action since 1971. That's 37 long years - too long for those guns to remain in their holsters (self testing does not count). And so they can be pardoned for going all out at even the slightest opportunity.
But I wouldn't go bragging about it if I were them. I mean when you're a hundred and twenty five metres long* it really is not a matter of pride to say you went all guns blazing after something that looks like this.
* which is the length of the INS Nabar
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Fats gets wedded this Saturday. Tomorrow evening there is what we Goans call the Ros - traditionally done with coconut milk and haldi, but now modernised to include everything from beer to masala-dosa mix to even rotten eggs in extreme cases. The idea is to get the groom as messed up as possible, the reasoning behind which I've never quite understood. Not that it matters - I'm just going there to get sloshed and devour the sorpotel.
The bachelor party happened the day before with all the usual male masti. And Fats I have to say didn't look too presentable in a black fishnet bra and thong panties**, even though the bra fitted him quite well, what with the man-boobs and all. Certainly not the sight I'd like to present to my virgin bride on her wedding night!
But I'm curious to know (more because it's something you can't ask) -- What generally goes through a girls mind on that first night (assuming she's a first timer of course)? Is it a mix of excitement and nervousness, or is it more on the lines of- Oh God, here he comes!
** supposedly to symbolize the fact that she will be wearing the pants from now on!
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The Mirror today reveals that the man who at the height of his power had nearly the whole of Europe by the balls was missing one himself. Wonder how he'd have reacted if some flight attendant had made the mistake of saying, "Excuse me Herr Führer, would you like some nuts?"
Edie & the New Bohemians ... What I am.
But I wouldn't go bragging about it if I were them. I mean when you're a hundred and twenty five metres long* it really is not a matter of pride to say you went all guns blazing after something that looks like this.
* which is the length of the INS Nabar
***
Fats gets wedded this Saturday. Tomorrow evening there is what we Goans call the Ros - traditionally done with coconut milk and haldi, but now modernised to include everything from beer to masala-dosa mix to even rotten eggs in extreme cases. The idea is to get the groom as messed up as possible, the reasoning behind which I've never quite understood. Not that it matters - I'm just going there to get sloshed and devour the sorpotel.
The bachelor party happened the day before with all the usual male masti. And Fats I have to say didn't look too presentable in a black fishnet bra and thong panties**, even though the bra fitted him quite well, what with the man-boobs and all. Certainly not the sight I'd like to present to my virgin bride on her wedding night!
But I'm curious to know (more because it's something you can't ask) -- What generally goes through a girls mind on that first night (assuming she's a first timer of course)? Is it a mix of excitement and nervousness, or is it more on the lines of- Oh God, here he comes!
** supposedly to symbolize the fact that she will be wearing the pants from now on!
***
The Mirror today reveals that the man who at the height of his power had nearly the whole of Europe by the balls was missing one himself. Wonder how he'd have reacted if some flight attendant had made the mistake of saying, "Excuse me Herr Führer, would you like some nuts?"
Edie & the New Bohemians ... What I am.
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Goes to show the power of one, doesn't it?
--Hyde.
LOL...this was funny at every step. Yennjaaai the wedding!
I thought Ros was traditionally done with Coconut Milk (Ros). At least that's how they do it in Mangy land.
Have fun at the wedding! :)
Hyde: Hahahaha ... good one mate! Y'know, a friend gave me the book (The Power of One) a year back and I still haven't read it.
Purely Narcotic: Yes it is a combination of coconut milk and turmeric paste that's supposed to be used. Forgot to add that.
To answer your question, this is probably how Herr Fuhrer would have reacted if the airhostess asked him about nuts.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukAhlxl4hmM
--Hyde.
I read most of your blog last night and fell in love with you :)
I haven't felt so connected with anyone...ever.
Some action is better than no action :)
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