Boogy all the way
Ten reasons why you need to know what a booger is
(Caution: Grossness involved. You are warned)

One of the comments recieved asked what a 'booger' means, so here's a lowdown on what actually is a booger and why it plays such an important role in our everyday life and in sustaining the human species.

The defn in the dictonary: BOOGERS- Dried nasal mucus.

Physical characteristics- It is a partly dried up paste of water, dirt and other oily excretions with a yellowish or brownish colour. It could be light or dark depending on the pollution level of the city you live in.
For example, people living in Delhi have dark yellow to blackish ones but the introduction of CNG has greatly decolourised it. Who would have ever thought Shiela Deepshit would be responsible for the colour of our mucus...har har

Now here's the latest info about this under-hyped and un-sung component of the human body.
The National Centre for studies of unconventional foodstuff and semi-edible stuffs have conducted an extensive research to determine the usefulness of the human booger and have come up with some startling findings. Extracts from the report filed by the research team (10 points about Boogers)-

1. Studies have shown that (meaning spying on people) boogers are an integral part of the human diet, especially for children, who fish them out of their nose with nimble, dexterous fingers and pop them into their mouth.
Theorists have propounded that it must be a survival instinct handed down from our ancestors, for whome food was scarce and nothing was wasted and almost everything excreted by the body was ingested back, including ear wax.

2. Boogers provide the nasal cavity with some much needed recreation or club house. It traps dust and millions of microscopic organisms, meaning it creates a happening spot where bacteria and virusus with spiky hair styles congregate and party all day and night (24 hrs of happy hours) in a warm and moist ambience with nasal hairs poviding the decoration.

3. Interviewed workers in the adhesive industry have revealed that boogers are a very good replacement when you run out of conventional glue.

4. Many respondents have admitted that they make good playmates when you get bored listening to lectures. People usually pry them out of their nose and roll them into a little ball and play with it with ther fingers while blankly staring into space.

5. The rounded boogy balls make good pellets to throw people with, especially if you aim for the mouth.

Points 6 to 10 have been left out because they were considered too gross and might cause public outrage.

Q. If there was a burger or a sandwitch with nasal mucus as an ingredient, what would it be called?
A. Sticky Joe.

Billions of blue buck-tooth blistering barnacles, banned Bombay bar girls, eunuchs and sea urchins!

In short, Goddammit !!

I’ve been going in the reverse gear for far too long now. It’s about bloody time I hit the brakes and change gears- full speed ahead.
I gotta re-introspect the introspections, ruminate on the remnants of my sanity and kick the ‘poetic lamentations’ full in its bottom so that Dr Hyde kicks the bucket. It’s time for Dr Jekyll to grin and bare all his 37 teeth (or is it 39?).
I was so wrapped up in my emotions, I guess I lost my friggin way. I viewed my blog and realized that my posts were getting more and more moodier (or murkier…….scarier???). So let’s try to get a little bit of bad humour back into these spaces; though, I think the ‘serious’ stuffs I posted were wacky enough for more ‘normal’ people.

But the good thing about manic depression is that your body is so closed and wrapped up that your muscles are always clenched so that you’re physiologically tuned to refrain from inadvertently farting, which means you don’t embarrass yourself in public, although it means the elated feeling one encounters when secretly releasing a volume of silent gas is absent.

And oh! Thanks to all da peepul for some really thought provoking comments.
It’s a really good way of filling up all the empty spaces inside my head. And I also want to replace all the cow dung that’s stacked up there.

To end it, here’s a trivia-
First prize for guessing—A big wet smooch from Cindy, the local Zoo Gorilla.
What’s the meaning of - PODA PATTI ?
(Hint- ask any mallu guy. U’ll find them in every nook and corner of the world, probably even inside your closet).

Hold a tick! Chew on this…

If rock's got no reason, and rock got no rhyme
Does life drift in the same line?
Are we dancing to the rhythm of a pointless beat?

Are we, fleeting creatures of chance and opportunities that we are made to be,
just a speck of an insignificant race of beings that have no bearings on the way the vast expanse of the universe is heading?
Are we a part of this doomed brigade, destined to be wiped off, evolved to eventually die off, programmed to fail and to eventually fade into oblivion as time wears on and stars burn out their light……..

Is there no larger plan-why we should strive to become ‘proper’individuals?
And our thinking process - consciousness …is it just a matter of nerve impulses and neural transmissions- hormones and chemicals deciding our moods, our decisions-presiding over our conscience --how we respond to the invitation of providence a matter of neural electrical transmissions; impulses as information flowing along the pathways of our system-polarization and depolarization of our nervous membrane by charged, soulless ions all having a consequence on the polarization of our ideas and beliefs……….

Or do we blank out all of these possibilities and give an alternative explanation with a single word; discard them as blasphemous ignorance and cite one word as our answer- Religion ?

Reconciled to the Past

Catholics confess, little girls write in their diaries, and friends confide in each other. I guess it's therapeutic to reveal your secrets or experiences.

So here's a poem about a brief period of my life a couple of years back. Its a longish one because it describes almost in detail about a phase of my life where i went through the most complicated relationship i've ever had. Friendship, love and heartbreak- i had them all.

Cramped up in Delhi, where noise, dust and concrete blocks out all the natural night environment, I've reconciled to the past. But nostalgia woun't leave me. My hometown, where you can still look up in the night sky and see a bright full moon and take a romantic walk along quiet roads illuminated by the night sky. It can play havoc with your emotions, especially if you're with the right companion. Here's my story-

Those nights with you under the velvet sky;
When the moon shined, or when clouds gathered.
No matter what the night bought with it,
We had so much to laugh about,
So much to say and so much to cherish.

The way we talked; the way you talked.
The way you smiled, the abandonment in your laugh
Always wakes my senses, and stirs me inside.

The times we shared, going to places;
Or just walking together along the road
Under the gazing eyes of the moonlight..

Remember those times? Many a night we sat down
And told each other stories.
Sharing laughs in all our follies.
Listening to each other as we told tales
of our deeds and our glories.

We were good friends, we were real friends
We were good together
And the amount of time we spent together shows.

No matter what the night bought with it-
Hot weather, cold winds,
Dark nights, or rain drenched weeks
We were together
And that was all that mattered.

But we didn’t take it to the next level
We couldn’t afford to
The whole world was against us
All the odds staked up like a wall between us.

They were not ready for us,
Maybe we were not ready ourselves.
Two souls so close yet which could not fuse
Too scared, too confused, too true to the world and the system

But underneath it all
The hearts charted their own paths
Pushing their way
Through mazes of awkward emotions


Coming close together. So close, that
There were moments when time stood still;
When everything else in the world blurred into oblivion.

Only two souls existed, two hearts beating
And at these times
The feeling was so clear
So clear that nothing else mattered
Not the criticism of other people,
Not places, nor the system we were living in.

And when the rest of the world surfaced again in me
I became lost in my confusion;
I was lost to the world.

But during those flashes of moments
When you were all that I could see
All that I could think about
And all that I could feel
I had found my place in You.

I wanna get my ass kicked by..................

Haven't posted anything for quite a few days now. Besides the usual work, i've been kinda moody lately.
It's one of those phases where u feel everything about life sucks and you're frustrated with whatever you do.
It feels like the whole world is out there but you're cooked up in this shell and you don't have the energy, the skills, the talent, the vivacity to get out and live the way you're supposed to.

I've been trying to get back to reading when i get the time. But i've just been too lazy to stimulate my mind. Whenever i am free, i just slouch on the bed and watch TV (it's the easiest way to escape from responsibilities and the rest of the world). I saw a couple of romantic movies yesterday and that got me all the more moody. What can i say, i'm a hopeless romantic (not a very macho thing to say, i know. I mean, i love watching Hugh Grant movies... auckhhh. It's a disease).

Maybe that's what's been missing in my life lately- someone who inspires me enough to enable me to face head-on whatever comes my way.
I need to be dragged out of this self-made hole i'm in. I wanna be shocked, shaken, amazed, excited, confounded, dumbfounded, dumbstrucked, mesmerised, fascinated, again. Yeah, yeah, I'm talking about falling in love (yet again, hehe).

That feeling you get when you're infatuated with someone, is just SOOOO amazing. It is so illogical. You get butterflies in your stomach, smiling at odd hours and places when you realise how silly it really is...it takes over your mind, makes you give up your pride. And sometimes, it's pure agony, but you don't want it to end. I think that's the kind of agonising stimulation i need right now.
I WANNA get the shit kicked out of me by LOVE. (O shit, i can't believe i'm really writing this!!!!!!!!)