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).