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"We perceive no reason," the Supreme Court ruled, "why both parents of a child cannot be women." I leave it to you to think and comment on this one. Mentally/visually challenged readers can also take part. (I mean no offense, please) Go to article in NY times.

THUD! It hit me like a missile. For a moment, darkness spread into my eyes, I lost footing, but finally managed stay firm on ground. He thinks its funny, throwing stuff at me like that. I wish one day I could stand up tall against him and spit it all out on his face. But I know I can’t. Never, ever. Let me introduce the other characters of this house. There are three of them. Let’s call them X1, X2 and X3, for the sake of obscurity. The three of them live in the house, with me. And I, am the waste bin, to say it straight without any pretensions. I sit, or stand, or whichever way you prefer to call it, in a dark corner of the room, in front of the wash basin and the mirror. I wish I could walk up and claim my rightful place in the house, which I would prefer to be, in the center of the room. But since I don’t have limbs, or those who have, won’t bother to do me that favor, I end up sulking in this dark corner. They do take me, occasionally out, into the sun. And I love it. Oh don’t get ...

Who gives a shit for primordial urges these days? Man has come a long way from cages, and such things as mating and reproducing are carried out with the same seasonal fervor, only by those dogs in the streets. That reminded me of last Friday, when the naughty little puppy who suddenly began to do the thing to his sweetheart, a white long-legged beauty with a sexy scar on her face, in public and in broad daylight, and in authentic doggie fashion! And not to mention the utter discomfort that caused to the waiting public, and as some kids were staring open-mouthed wondering what in the world is going on, their parents were scampering desperately to catch an auto or a bus and flee from the scene, not even bothering to look at the routes. Didn’t they betray a shade of jealousy for our little canine couple who seemed to care all about nothing but the job at hand, I wondered! The reason for such a contentious topic now, (I am sure half of my morally obligated readers have left by now) is that...

Well I guess u can't make much out of the picture. It's actually showing me as the 1001st visitor of my own blog. I had a big promo and all worked out in mind for the 1000th visitor and all that, but in the end, missed it by a whisker. (Actually the 1000th visitor was to be promised a big dinner and night together with John Abraham/Aishwarya Rai, depending upon his/her orientation) So until 10,000 next time, THANKS FOLKS , and be my guest always!!!!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Mutilation :(noun) [mu·ti·la·tion] An act, the process, or the result of inflicting serious injury on a person or animal or part of somebody or something’s body by removing or destroying parts of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hello everyone, I am a normal guy. Sorry, that’s incorrect, I used to be a normal guy. Till yesterday. I used to go to college, and I had ambitions, and dreams. I was madly in love with a girl in my college, and I was going to talk to her today. Now I wont, because I don't deserve her anymore. And I’m probably impotent now. I used to have exactly 206 bones in my body, not a single one more than that. I had a handsome face (Not my opinion alone). I used to be a normal guy. I peed in my pants during my freshman year, when my seniors had called me up for the ‘ritual’. This used to be a secret I wouldn’t tell anyone, not even my wife when I am married. But now, I wont pee in my pants, even if the Tyrannosaurus Rex himself incarnates in ...

I don’t like the proliferation of the hyperlink - culture . Reading something in the web has become such a nightmare because of this. Imagine yourself reading an article on Silicon Valley’s decadence with your breath held hostage somewhere between your nasal cavity and food-pipe, and the hyperlink taking you here! (Click on the " Silicon Valley " at your own risk, especially if you’re in office) Epilogue: To see the link dance , run your cursor over the paragraph above and look at your statusbar...

It was meant to be nothing more than an innocuous prank when I told R that I got the increment letter yesterday, and had a very decent 65% hike( Which was waaay above what one would expect in the normal circumstances). The way the color of his face changed from red to pale to blue, should have given me a warning for the sort of things in store. Ok, here’s the background, he’s leaving the co. and all I wanted was to give him a good shot of adrenalin before he settles down for the mundane. Oh, haven’t you checked lately, the Oxford dictionary has recently revised their definition of mundane. Now it stands like this – Mundane - mun·dane (m n-d n , m n d n ) adj. a young talented (while in college) B Tech graduate, now a software engineer, married and (un)settled in Bangalore. Ok, back to the story. Seeing him undergoing this unbearable pain and neurotic convulsions broke my heart and after a period of 30 minutes of having him in the doldrums, I told him the truth. But the color never real...