I’d once spent a night at a guesthouse deep in the interiors of Maharashtra. I had to follow certain instructions (click to enlarge):
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At this time last year, Ronald and I went to a popular restaurant at Sanpada, near Vashi in New Bombay, India to drink bottles of buttermilk. And opposite, is a downtrodden ‘movie hall’ that plays old and down market moves. A cheap ticket grants you access to the ‘sperm bank'; I suspect the audiences jerk off inside! The photo above shows the ‘ticket counter’ and the guy selling tickets. Some clients too.
Sania Mirza was spotted at a government hospital in Bhagalpur in Bihar last week.
Attention: this post is a Shaaaks commemorative.
Seamus stuck to his tasks. Of copywriting and theater. October would see Seamus act in a play, originally scripted in the 1950s. Oh, we’re in October. And the play is scheduled for this evening.
“16 hours it takes to make permanent dreadlocks. Now there is no time. So I’ll be getting temporary dreadlocks. With wax. I grew my hair long only because I wanted to get dreadlocks. Now though, there is no time.”
Sometime last week, I was walking down a popular residential colony when something smelt not right. Quickly, I realised that it was the smell of marijuana fumes. Some anti-social elements, American citizens of Indian origin were puffing away on lethal drugs. All of them were down on holiday.
Lisa Ray has always been in the news more because of her stunning looks and less for her acting talent. While she didn’t go far as an actress in the Hindi film industry, not many know that Lisa has done several nude scenes in a raunchy British thriller, Kill Kill Faster Faster.
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“The government is planning to not give truck drivers any more free condoms!”
“Because, they’re using their condoms to fix flat tyres!”
“YA they’re keeping their condoms, not using it during sex, and instead, they’re using it to fix punctured tires, they’re gluing it to the tubes of their ruptured tyres!”
Whilst the boys were, in school, in grade ten, the local cable television operator’d telecast pornographic films, at a half past midnight, on the Thursday, and the Saturday, of each week. The news spread like wild fire, through all classrooms, of grade ten.
Examinations were fast approaching, in about eight months time, and the boys’d be, for the first time, attempting, an examination, set, and marked, by the state government. Each Thursday, and Saturday, the boys’d stay up late, at night, studying, I mean, watching pornographic films, on cable television. Failure to do so, would mean, that, one couldn’t actively participate, in discussions, that’d follow before class, during the twenty minute recession, and after class, the following day, about the visual contents, of the film. No Internet, torrents, youtube etc. in those days, remember.
Well into the second term, but the boys’d only just started to attend lectures at college, since four days, and this, only because the Head of the Department’d given them a stern sounding whilst they were found creating a ruckus in the gym, over a game of table tennis, the boys’d been playing table tennis, as usual, instead of being in class. At the end of a lecture, just four days since the boys’d started attending, the professor announced: