Seamus pulled out of a government designed curriculum in the field of technology to pursue copywriting. The Gaelic equivalent of the name James, Seamus is the most unpunctual life form on Earth often getting into trouble at work for arriving late. But that ain’t no bother, “If they kick me out, I’ll sit at home and write children’s books! I know.. I know I’ll be happier that way!”
Balls, Seamus! You suffer from Grandeur!

Seamus updates:
Oct’09 Seamus is a theater actor and copywriter. He’s got a daytime job. He is doing alright.

Ronald had once reached the crossroads, the option of engaging in a career in telecommunications, the corporate world, stable income, growth and holy matrimony to the girl of his father’s choice. Today, Ronald stands unemployed choosing to spend all of his time among anti-social elements who forge government documents for a living. A pornography addict, Ronald must confide in the village shrink sooner or later. He ain’t no computer programmer. But ask him and he’ll tell you, “Bugger, I made this program and I wrote that code!”
Balls, Ronald! You suffer from Grandeur too!
On 20 February 2009, Ronald’s kleptomaniacal tendencies came to the fore.  He stole. He still refuses therapy.

Ronald Updates:
Oct 09 Ronald ain’t into therapy yet. He sells network infrastructure and spends all of his spare time coding.

Geoffery scraped through government prescribed modules in the stream of Physics. He hated school. And college too. Geoffery is a photographer/documentary filmmaker these days. Nothing else about Geoffery is known.

Duncan chooses to live in isolation far far away, in Persia. There are no intelligence reports about his whereabouts or activities in the Islamic Republic of Iran. His communications with the rest of the world are strictly through the Internet only. Every now and again, Facebook updates the rest of the world about his accomplished acquaintanceships that were aided by the ‘people you may know’ application. He is striving hard to cut a record of his musical compositions by year end, 2010. We wish him good luck in his endeavors.

Benjaman always sought the path to stability. The career choice, technology. Early morning rides to work, in peak traffic. Late evenings at work. Return journeys, in peak traffic. Benjaman continues to give his career all he has got, like he gave it all to government prescribed curriculum whilst young. He is blessed with a house, car, playstation2 and chics.

Gus continues to beslave government prescribed modules in management.

Christopher is among the top ten bodybuilders in his state of residence. Several trophies, medals and certificates are testimony to this fact. He buggered the institution and earns a living out of physical training, aiding hot women acquire tight boobs and bum. There are nationwide debates as to whether it is Christopher or indeed Seamus who is the most unpunctual life form on Earth. Christopher is a man of few words.

Kenneth, a teenager hasn’t completely opened up to the people mentioned on this page as yet. He meddles with art and music. Nothing else about him is known.

Heena is the village shrink.

Aniyan Kutty thinks no end of himself. Aniyan Kutty graduated through a course in civil engineering at the age of nineteen and migrated to Bombay from his native Kerala, all by himself, in 1961, by train. Six years hence, he’d relocated two of his younger brothers, both engineers, from their native Kerala, both finding suitable employment in less than a week since their arrival on the 19th of August, 1967. A year later, he’d got his sister married, in Bombay, to a mechanical engineer, originally from a neighboring village back in native Kerala.
Aniyan Kutty is not computer literate. In fact, not once, till date, has he worked on a PC. He did not need to. Back in the day, accounts, balance sheets were processed manually. Aniyan Kutty believes that, change, is not good. Aniyan Kutty’s old school of thoughts, one can argue, have suppressed the lives of his immediate family, especially the life of his son, and grandson.
His brothers and sisters have long since broken all ties with him.

Rohit, for the longest time, before marriage, had the biggest collection of pornography, all of which he’d downloaded off the Internet. Around wedding day, he’d given most of’em away. Now, a year later, the collection is widening, again. A mutual fund manager by profession, Rohit gets aggressive and abusive after consuming alcohol, even in small amounts. Under the influence, or not, Rohit must pay close attention towards his behavior in social situations. If not, trouble can be ‘round the next chicane, big trouble.

Ashwin is a fun loving lad. A fine hockey player whilst in school, he was always an integral part of the school team that won every state championship between 1989 and 1995. Ashwin is today, fat. Ashwin, recently, suffered a mild heart attack, this because of excessive alcohol consumption and chain smoking. Demanding work hours at the firm that handles back office processes for a leading American company leaves Ashwin physically and mentally drained at the end of each working day, family commitments take up all of his weekends, leaving Ashwin with little or no time for play.

A dozen other names are mentioned along the depths of this blog. They need no formal introductions at this point in time. Whilst the characters mentioned here are inspired by real life people, none of this jargon is true. In fact, it is not much more than gibberish, chalked out whilst in the loo, passing stool.

12 Responses to “Who?”


  1. 1 Prick December 30, 2008 at 8:37 AM

    Shaaaks. Psyco. You forgot to mention that Geoffery and Duncan too suffer from grandeur.

  2. 2 Riddler December 30, 2008 at 8:42 AM

    ho ho ho!
    Riddle me this riddle me that but who are these people; i don’t know, i’m zapped.

  3. 4 anniewilson January 16, 2009 at 10:58 AM

    What I’d like to know is, what is that white butt looking thing in your avatar?

    : )

  4. 5 shaaakspsyco January 21, 2009 at 6:54 AM

    @ anniewilson

    It is the anus of a mannequin.

  5. 6 Riddler January 27, 2009 at 4:53 AM

    ya ya ya ya ya Anus of a mannequin.
    An anus without a hole.
    An anus for show.
    An anus made of plastic.

  6. 7 Riddler January 27, 2009 at 9:40 AM

    bugger, bugger why are you so depressed, bugger what happened.

    “nothing maan, my girl left me for another guy”

    when bugger, when, shaaaks don’t worry maan she’ll be back.

    “bugger, i am very depressed, these women are made of plastic, they are not real, all bloody fakes they are, they say something, and the next day they mean something else”

    don’t worry bugger, come i’ll show you something, well she’s made of plastic but she won’t ditch you, she will never leave you, she will be there for you.

    “where bugger show me, show me”

    here, look here she is i call her maan-e-queen.

    “shaaaks bugger, psycho, you’r a psycho, how much bugger?, how much?”

    free maan, my friend owns a mannequin factory

    “shaaaks bugger we should go there, bugger let’s go now, sure they are made of plastic but they are so much more real than these shape shifting girls”

    shaaaks bugger bugger shaaaks

    “imagine hundreds of these naked”

    chaal chaal let’s go.

  7. 10 Chirag Chamoli March 2, 2009 at 3:58 AM

    Well you have really great friend :)

  8. 12 Riddler April 18, 2009 at 8:20 PM

    @ chirag

    did chirag mean me?


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