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"DPhat, DPhat, where art thou?"inquired many wise souls.
"Oh DPhat pray where doth thou hide thyself?" asked many a fair damsel.
The heavens part, lightning strikes and thunder roars!
Canon to the left of them..
Canon to the right of them..
Volleyed and Thundered!
Lo! and behold..I have returned.
(crowd goes wild, ladies start throwing their delicates on stage)
My absence was not one of choice, but of consequence. Studies, work and a woman kept DPhat so busy that Blogville seemed but a distant memory.
No promises this time round, but hey! a post still is a post!
To bring you distinguished readers up to speed:
DPhat has completed one year of his MBA. One more year of toil and he will be yet-another-unemployed bum loitering due to the GFC.
(Psst..This is where you applaud..)
To honour al ye faithful..i recall this tale from my college days.
College Annual Cultural Festival
The event is called Pot Pourri. For all those who've seen "Whose line is it Anyway?", our event is a spin-off of the very same.
What is unique is the selection process for the final teams who will then participate on stage.
DPhat and Oombhai are given the responsibility of weeding out the 'local' teams and putting only 'YO' teams on stage.
DPhat:"Dude, WTF we gonna do?"
Oombs:"Dunno man! So many teams have registered. What sorta questions must we set on the preliminary paper?!!"
DPhat:"Dude! We need some inspiration man!!"
(Many many hours and joints later...after what seemed like kilometres and kilometres of writing...)
Ooombhai:"Dude its ready!"
Dphat:"Give it for printing maaan!"
The Preliminary Written Test for Pot Pourri went without incident. All teams had no clue what was required of them.
After all, what sort of answer could a sober person write for
"Assume you are an Electrical Engineer. Describe in engineering jargon, the feelings and chemical reactions on seeing a beautiful girl in our girl-starved campus.(Tip: Profanity preferred!)"
Correcting the papers was another arduous task!
Oombs:"Dude! I'm getting frustrated correcting these papers!!!"
DPhat:"Dude! We need some inspiration maan!!"
(Many many hours and joints later...after what seemed like kilometres and kilometres of correcting...)
Results were published the following day. Six out the 20 colleges were selected for the final Stage rounds.
However, the 14 that did not clear elimination were demanding answers.
"Who the F*** set this paper?!!"
"Who thinks we are not 'YO' enough?!!!"
Word leaked out that Oombs and yours truly set the paper and corrected it.
"Grass never grew on the path we ran that day.."(Ancient Malayali wisecrack)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Time & Tide
The three bears as usual went out for tea/carnival/toddy whatever it was. But when they came back....
Papa bear: Nope, (no luck!) the porridge is intact.
Mama bear: Nope, chairs all set (goodbye new set of furniture!)
Sonny bear: Screw that! Look who crashed into the Dphat’s blog!!!
BLOG ATTACK!!!!
(DPhat is subdued with chloroform and securely bound up and gagged..)
Ahem. Ahem. I have no idea how to do this, but hey, that’s me. You, you you and you...helooo there, we have met at my own sweet blog...I know you are glad to find me here...ofcourse, you my precious, you are following me (hi-five!!)
And the rest of you- meh!
People- consider yourself lucky you all lived to see this day.
Why? You may wonder.
6+5+3+4+7+6+11+8.
That says it all my friends. Can you comprehend that??(Hey, you there, you have only ten toes and ten fingers, stop counting!) These magic numbers add up to...
(...anticipation...)
(...silence...)
(...breathtaking silence...)
(...stillness...)
.....50!
Ok. I was expecting a cheer there. Meh.
It so happens dear friends, that this post, this which I am writing is the 50th post in the blog. This blog. Commendable, while I am still struggling with my 23rd...or was it the 22nd? I get to write the 50th post...in some blog. Yay???
A shot was heard all around the world.
We have seen and loved the ‘phlip’side...
We became acquainted with his wanderlust, and got a glimpse of his first night.
He took us on rides, to places we will NEVER set our feet in (ok some of us)...
We enjoyed the “public” “display” of “affections” ESPECIALLY the comment space. (Check that out if you have missed it. Forget the rest of the links!)
We witnessed the holy (s)crap!!
I was promised the first bottle of the perfume...
("What? So was I!!!!"
"He told me he would give ME that!"
"No!! he said the first bottle of perfume was for me!!!!"
"Where have I heard that before??")
Ahem, ladies, don’t fight. (Damn! you DO have this effect on women don’t you?)
So the yappings do seem eternal. The infernal mind is churning out posts. Before we know it, he will hit the 100's...1000's...
or you all will stop reading this blog after this Post-of-All-Posts!
Ehehe....ahem.
Like my dear friend Jackie Chan queries...”Who am I?”
I may not be an infernal mind, but I am proud to be what I am.
Huh?!
I am the Damsel, er..well, in distress.
Damsel Who?!
She is the first person(with a decent profile pic!) to join the now yard-long list of followers.
She taught him to bloghop.(Bah!)
She ordered him to reply to comments.(Meh!)
She was the first to read all his posts and yet survive.(the torture...)
Trust me, when I came here, this (waves around) was just...NOTHING.
NO shoutmix,NO widgets,and thankfully NO music too.
I am..(sniff!) quite proud that he came all this way (read-shocked that my advice actually,actually helped someone!)
So..
You I rock...bla bla bla...
you are the man I am the Woman...bla blaa..
..some more bla bla...keep writing bla la bla.
There.
My job here is done.
That perfume is MINE!
Whew!
Er..see ya? Just follow the link. The link! Aargh!
Caution. This is a guest post. I repeat,this is a guest post. The author may blame the cold/flu/birds/alcohol/perfume/attacks/jogs/bars/stars or may plead insanity. But he himself clicked the 'publish' button.
Papa bear: Nope, (no luck!) the porridge is intact.
Mama bear: Nope, chairs all set (goodbye new set of furniture!)
Sonny bear: Screw that! Look who crashed into the Dphat’s blog!!!
BLOG ATTACK!!!!
(DPhat is subdued with chloroform and securely bound up and gagged..)
Ahem. Ahem. I have no idea how to do this, but hey, that’s me. You, you you and you...helooo there, we have met at my own sweet blog...I know you are glad to find me here...ofcourse, you my precious, you are following me (hi-five!!)
And the rest of you- meh!
People- consider yourself lucky you all lived to see this day.
Why? You may wonder.
6+5+3+4+7+6+11+8.
That says it all my friends. Can you comprehend that??(Hey, you there, you have only ten toes and ten fingers, stop counting!) These magic numbers add up to...
(...anticipation...)
(...silence...)
(...breathtaking silence...)
(...stillness...)
.....50!
Ok. I was expecting a cheer there. Meh.
It so happens dear friends, that this post, this which I am writing is the 50th post in the blog. This blog. Commendable, while I am still struggling with my 23rd...or was it the 22nd? I get to write the 50th post...in some blog. Yay???
A shot was heard all around the world.
We have seen and loved the ‘phlip’side...
We became acquainted with his wanderlust, and got a glimpse of his first night.
He took us on rides, to places we will NEVER set our feet in (ok some of us)...
We enjoyed the “public” “display” of “affections” ESPECIALLY the comment space. (Check that out if you have missed it. Forget the rest of the links!)
We witnessed the holy (s)crap!!
I was promised the first bottle of the perfume...
("What? So was I!!!!"
"He told me he would give ME that!"
"No!! he said the first bottle of perfume was for me!!!!"
"Where have I heard that before??")
Ahem, ladies, don’t fight. (Damn! you DO have this effect on women don’t you?)
So the yappings do seem eternal. The infernal mind is churning out posts. Before we know it, he will hit the 100's...1000's...
or you all will stop reading this blog after this Post-of-All-Posts!
Ehehe....ahem.
Like my dear friend Jackie Chan queries...”Who am I?”
I may not be an infernal mind, but I am proud to be what I am.
Huh?!
I am the Damsel, er..well, in distress.
Damsel Who?!
She is the first person(with a decent profile pic!) to join the now yard-long list of followers.
She taught him to bloghop.(Bah!)
She ordered him to reply to comments.(Meh!)
She was the first to read all his posts and yet survive.(the torture...)
Trust me, when I came here, this (waves around) was just...NOTHING.
NO shoutmix,NO widgets,and thankfully NO music too.
I am..(sniff!) quite proud that he came all this way (read-shocked that my advice actually,actually helped someone!)
So..
..some more bla bla...keep writing bla la bla.
There.
My job here is done.
That perfume is MINE!
Whew!
Er..see ya? Just follow the link. The link! Aargh!
Caution. This is a guest post. I repeat,this is a guest post. The author may blame the cold/flu/birds/alcohol/perfume/attacks/jogs/bars/stars or may plead insanity. But he himself clicked the 'publish' button.
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