I Am Le-Zee

few things must always be done atleast once in our lives. try out everything rite from skydiving to baigan ka bharta , even wearing pink shirt with purple leather pants. and hence i decided to check this one thing of my list, watching a movie alone.

these sorta things are spur of the moment. the minute my friend joy decided to ditch me and rather spend 2 hours with his bed, i picked up my keys, took my brothers i pod (my own has a different story behind it) and was off. the phrase coined by Barney of HIMYM "Its gonna be LE-GEN-DAAIRYY" kept running through my mind.

considering my helmet is just a shell of metal with the "windshield" completely missing (courtsey,dad and his lonavala trip), i reached the theatre looking like a tranvestite with hair plastered to my head, a rounded rectangle of muddy make up on my face and kajal lined eyes. be- e-a- utifull. i take my single ticket, ignore the raised eyebrow the ticket lady gives me and proceed to the frisking formality.

i decide to buy water but the guy in front of me had just decided to break his 3 month old fast in front of me. so after waiting helplessly behind the hungry guy who by the way made a nice concoction of cheese flavoured popcorn and over priced spilled pepsi, i bought my bottle of mineral water and settle down, quite suprisingly next to a girl.movie was pretty good, the whole of it being carried by 'big willie', his lab and occasional glimpses of some shadow creatures.

my only complaint about the movie was that the only other human in this movie was pretty ordinary looking and seemed more like the nanny of the child she was carrying arnd.
and yes, i was waiting for the interval to easy my bladder when i realised the bike keys were still hanging on the ignition key in the parking where i had payed 20, yes 20 bucks fr parking. that wasnt the stroke of brilliance i am telling you about. after realisation, i actually waited fr 10 minutes for the interval to start and then ran at breakneck speed (ok, maybe not) and was as relieved or even more as i would be in the latrine 2 minutes later to find the cheap key chain still hanging where it was and yes, my lovely bike still there.

finally, it did turn out to be LE-GEN-DAAIRYY.

breaking ice

how would you rate yourself on the socio-meter, that being how social are you? and what makes you a perfect 10? personally i have extremely good days and supremely bad ones. I, after one and a half years of college am still at the 'breaking the ice' stage with more than half of my classmates.
The very recent goa trip was believed to be the ultimate ice 'prick' , shattering all forms of condensed water. I know what you are thinking, booze, with a puff of smoke around your head like a halo makes a stranger from Kwango from the Hwang-Ho basin your langotiya yaar. Not so. Efforts in process.