“Bugger, bugger, see what I saw on the walls of the train compartment…” (stretches forward showing his friend this photo on his mobile phone:
“Male Massager for Male/Female? Where does he think he is? America? Scope he’ll find female clients in Bombay!”
“Bugger, lets make a fake email address and tell him that we are females wanting a Male Massager! HAHAHAHAHA! Male *massager* it seems! male massager 1 @gmail.com HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH”
“And bugger, check out the photo he has used! That’s why I like traveling by train in Bombay, you get to see all this shit!”
December it might be. This blog has been reduced to mere tag and comment. I feel sorry for this blog, a blog that provided me, and my faithful followers then, some terrific entertainment. Nevertheless, I’m asocial now. I do not social network. And hence, I’m not abreast with the lives and times of Seamus, Ronald, Duncan and the others. I hear from them once in a while. All of them are stuck with the very same issues of chics, work and their mental health issues yet. I ain’t interested. I have not read the newspaper or caught the news on television since August. I have disconnected myself from mainstream information, be in on television, print or from the horse’s/ mule’s / donkey’s mouths on Facebook. I like twitter though. YA YA YA YA YA. I follow travel blogs etc. Only travel blogs. YA YA YA YA YA YA. Anyway, I want to draw your attention to my posts of Dec’08 and Dec’09. I’d blog enthusiastically in ’08. Posts of ’09 suggest a desire to revive the blog. In ’10, I’m disconnected and disinterested, totally.
I’d follow all the #worldcup action at http://soccernet.espn.go.com. I found it better than fifa.com. And that’s where I found the photo.
The FIFA #worldcup of 2010 has ended.
The first few days were awesome! #ESP lost. #GER lost. #GHA did well. #ENG and #POR sucked. #BRA weren’t at their best. #ARG too. Nevertheless. It panned out well. #ENG were denied a goal. A kick from Lampard had made it through but the referees thought otherwise. It would have made it 2-2, giving #ENG a chance rise from the dead. Not to be though.:
I discovered Mumbai Times Café in Bandra. We’d been there to watch #BRA draw with #POR and #NED trash #BRA. Good times gr8 beer! A lot of beer. Wesley Schneider did good. #NED made it to the finals. I’m glad they did but I’d think they were the weakest of the semi-finalists: #URU #GER and #ESP being the others.
#BRA, #POR and #ENG had a terrible #worldcup. #GER buggered off #ARG in the quarter finals. And people started their match-fixing talks, “Messi and Maradona are in this together! They’ve fixed games!” And the talks went deep into the tournament. I watched this game at Arvind’s house along with Chandan and Vinay. “Is Maradona a good coach? Or is he like Singh who just says, ‘CLEAR THE BALL…CHA’”, we wondered. We’d been frying sausages and drinking rum too. Bad hangover the next day. And the day after that.
Anyway. The biggest hero(s) of FIFA 2010 were Larissa Riquelme and Paul the octopus.:
She’d been paid, they’d said. The mobile phone manufacturer paid her to shuvv the damn thing there. I don’t know.
Paul.:
Larissa Riquelme said she’d run the streets of #PAR nude if they won the cup. In a matter of 12 hours, she got the whole world to cheer for #PAR. None can pronounce her name, but all wanted #PAR to win!
And Paul, at the end of FIFA 2010, each and every one of his predictions were correct. The Spanish love Paul. They refer to him as Pablo.
Twitter. I’d tweet a lot about the #worldcup and @Wimbledon. I’ll miss tweeting about the #worldcup until it dawns again in 2014. Also during this time, I’d RT a lot about the Oil Spill, #climategate etc. Good times. Twitter rocks.
I watched the closing ceremony at Chembur Gymkhana along with Sajit, Irfan and Sajit’s chic. It’d be the first time that we met Sajit’s chic. It’d go down in history. What also went down in history was Shakira’s WAKA WAKA performance. Everybody loves a good Shakira:
I thought #GER were the best team in #fifaworldcup 2010. It overlapped @Wimbledon, ODI between #ENG and Australia and #ENG and Bangladesh.
Mick Jagger did trend a lot on twitter- day in and day out. All for the wrong reasons- the teams that he’d support lost! And the Vuvuzela bugged him! A lot. The Vuvuzela made headlines all over the world.
I watched the rest of the game at home. Midnight to 2:30 AM. Here I shall mention Suraj. “Spain. Spain will win the #worldcup”, he said on 22 May 2010. Well done!
Indians love to be the first at everything. The first this and the first that. India’s first this and India’s first that. Bullshit! And today, the bloody maggots of Times of India suggest that the world’s first NUDIST COLONY was in Thane! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you can laugh all you want, but the illiterate dumbfucks even published it! Obviously they haven’t heard anything about Greek Mythology. Or prehistoric man, for that matter.
Almost everybody who drove a motor vehicle in Patna that day must be sentenced to death. Or at least honking must be banned. Clear road or not, these magots just went on pounding the damn horn. And pounding it.
“Don’t use the fucking horn you bloody piece of shit!”
Never have I missed the opportunity to cast my vote. General Education Academy plays host on election day, be it central or state. And dry days begin a couple of days prior. Oft, I’ve run into neighbors at the polls. I met Dr. Akshay in 1999, the first time ever that I’d voted. “Hello, Geoffery, have you come to vote?”
Yesterday, I met the Gautam mother and daughter, strong supporters of the RSS. And Mr. Jay; a Congressman.
I watch every game on television. Any game. Domestic, international. Whatever. I decided to do this post after watching this ad on television:
You see, I love the jingle. Listen to it! And most importantly, the idea holds the ad together, not a pretty face or famous personality. It’s an ad that comes oft announcing the inaugural Champions League T20 tournament to be held in India next month. I honestly believe that this is the best ad to be televised in India. Ever. It’ll be Diwali. And the ads say, “Diwali hogi cup wali” meaning there’ll be a cup or trophy to be handed out this Diwali. Now my mind wanders back to Diwali time, 1993.
The tempo of falling rain often tells us how long it’ll last. It rained steadily all night &continued to rain on the morning of the 3rd of September 2009. It was the final day of the Ganpati festival. Large idols of Ganesha would be trolled along the streets of Bombay amidst song &dance to be immersed into the western waterfront.
There are multiple facets to this photo. Let us dissect it:
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