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Name: Aarti
Country: India
Metro: Mumbai
Birthday: 11/10/1982


Interests: I love reading and I love watching movies. I love hanging around home on weekend afternoons watching TV or old movies or episodes of South Park. I used to be able to play the guitar and actually read (yes!) music at one point of time. (Not so sure about that anymore).
Expertise: I wish I had one.
Occupation: Research
Industry: Finance


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Member Since: 4/13/2004

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

Of conjoined twins' sex lives and toilet habits

I cannot believe I have been away from my blog for so long. I was here at Xanga to visit a friend's blog and wanted to comment. So I try signing in with my xanga id and password but I couldn't even remember the password! It's been that long! Ah well, the drudgery of life and the monotony of the rat-race. It can make meek pussies of the best perv blasters.

But while I am here, we may as well whine a bit, eh?

So this thought came to me some days back. And since I am prone to gross, toilet-humour, many of you may want to go back to that Mary Poop-ins (oops!) video you were watching. So as I was saying, I happened to be surfing the tele, and a thought came to me as I watched the advert for this lame-ass show which goes by the name of "Ambar Dhara". It's about a pair of twins, joint literally, and I mean literally, at the hip. Now, my utmost respect to the conjoint fraterity (confrat, corn fart), but this whole idea of two women who are joint at the hip (literally and they definitely do mean literally) is so preposterous. Why don't they just sever them apart? It's not like they are attached to each other at the head or something and share a brain, right? (The way they behave in the adverts, it's very very likely that they are rather brainless).

 

 

 

 

(A and D - Just plain annoying)

I have this whole host of questions:

How do Ambar Dhara turn in their sleep at night? If one turns, the other one's hoisted up in the air right?

How do they take a dump? I mean, I'm sure they must have worked out a side-by-side loo thing at home, so that if one wants to answer nature's call, the other one can sit too. (It would be awkward for joint at the hip twins to crap won't it? Like if one sits, the other has to sit down too). But what do they do when they're visiting friends? What do they do when they go to a public loo? Public loos in any part of the world, typically can accomodate a grand total of ONE entity. Handicapped loos are bigger but again, seating arrangments for one only. In this situation, does one of them (the one who doesn't have to go so urgently) just sit on her haunches?

What would have happened if either Ambar or Dhara had been a guy? Would they have gone to the one marked "Gentlemen" or to the one marked "Gentleladies"?

What if A and D are both desperate to go? How do they decide who gets to go first (assuming they're not using their luxurious 2x commode(s) at home, which like them are joint at the hip)?

What if A wants to go and D doesn't? What if A and D have fought? Can D actually not go along just to spite A?

What do A and D do on flights? Trains trips?

Hehe, A and D on road trips in bushes. Hehe.

How do A and D decide reading material for the loo? What if they both want to read the same paper?

Enough of the shit. Now some serious questions of a more sexual nature.

If a guy has the hots for both A and D, how can he cheat on them with each other?

How do A and D ever do naughty things? Privacy seems to be an issue here apparently.

How do A and D have a healthy sex life? Ever?

What if A and D decide to get married to two different men? Hindu style. Do they do the pheras 7 times or 14 times? And is everyone married to everyone? Amber to Amber's husband and Dhara to Dhara's? And also is Amber married to Dhara? And Amber's husband to Dhara's husband? And Amber to Dhara's husband? And Dhara to Amber's? Shocking

Will they have to take turns at having sex? Or is it always going to take on an orgy-flavour?

Filth aside (only for a bit)

How do A and D go up narrow staircases?

Filth back.

If A and D are in a room full of people and there's fart in the air, the probability is twice as high that the fart has originated from them.

I'm disappointed with the quality of television content. It sucks ass.


Sunday, May 28, 2006

Retail therapy - my ass.

Shopping on a weekend is a bitch.

Emergency shopping on a weekend is a bigger bitch.

Unplanned emergency shopping on a weekend in a crowded mall is a big, fat bitch.

The bitch is bigger and fatter and also ugly when you deceive and convince yourself that you can actually find something that will look remotely decent on you if you just casually happen to browse. *Slap* You actually thought you won't run into truckloads of people....people who just happen to be browsing, not even seriously considering buying? *Slap slap* People who clog the dressing rooms and refuse to get out while their sisters/ friends/ fathers/ mothers/ husbands/ brothers run back and forth and smuggle an unending supply of fabric into their dressing rooms (Pimps). While you stand helplessly with the two scraps that you thought might, just might, *pray pray pray* make you look slightly presentable. God knows you searched long and hard for those two bits that you are now holding up in your hands while you wait for an empty room. God knows there were lots of uncompromising aunties who got in your way (what were salwar clad sixty-something aunties doing in the ladies' formal section anyway?) God knows you didn't find a sales assistant when you needed one. God knows that less pain is involved in child birth. God knows that there weren't any decent clothes and what you have in your hands is actually a compromise. God knows about the rise in consumerism in India. And yet he and fate send you to the mall on an evening on a weekend and conspire against you such that you are an employee during the week and hence can't shop when the rest of the world is mildly farting in the comfort of their homes far from the hustle and the bustle of malls. No. You can't shop then. You can only shop on a weekend. And yes, when you finally get the dressing room, the lights are such that they highlight every blemish on your skin. The mirrors reflect every imperfection of your body. (Do they really expect people to buy stuff when they feel depressed like that?) Oh and by the way, the clothes aren't all that great. Another weekend down the drain. Retail therapy only made you feel worse. You leave disheartened, discouraged and without a single purchase.

And if anyone thinks they can actually shop productively on a weekend evening, I'll pay them to go buy something for me.

 


Monday, May 08, 2006

Currently Listening
(What's The Story) Morning Glory?
By Oasis
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*Sob*

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Fucking Mondays


Saturday, April 29, 2006

Currently Listening
Savin Me
By Nickelback
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Waking up groggily at 6 a.m. to crawl out of bed and somehow getting ready for work. Managing to make it in time, half asleep, bitching and moaning the whole way. Getting back at the resident office bitch at her own game albeit in a small way. Getting flowers from a friend at your desk. Having a terrific bitching and gossiping section mid-way through the day with bitchy, gossipy colleagues. Getting through the entire day on only one cup of coffee inspite of poor sleep and pounding head. Finishing everything that needed to be finished much ahead of schedule and actually and unexpectedly leaving on time. Not getting caught up in frikkin friday traffic. Falling asleep in the bus wedged between a fat gujju ("Ketan") and the window with the gujju not taking away too much space but ensuring that I don't slide off the seat. Waking up just in time to get off at the right stop. Getting a cabbie who doesn't need too much directing and whose cab has a comfy suspension. Reaching home to find two new flavours of juice in the fridge. Discovering that something special has been cooked for dinner. Arguing about stocks with mumma. Checking your bank account online to find that the month's salary has already been credited. Taking a nice, warm bath with all the frills. Giving yourself a quasi-pedicure. Planning a lazy Saturday, Sunday and! whaddayaknow! Monday too! Labour day rocks! Having an extra long pleasant conversation with someone special (and that too free coz it was an inter-service call). Knowing that you don't have to wake up early the next morning.

Fridays. I love you so much.

EDIT:
Check out the flowers I got.

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Friday, April 21, 2006

Currently Reading
The Argumentative Indian : Writings on Indian History, Culture and Identity
By Amartya Sen
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Tag Heuer - literally Tag Time.

Hmm. So this is going to be one of those double trouble posts. Coz I have been tagged for two different posts The first one is going to be about the 10 things I want to do before I die (cheers at the prospect of death) and the second is about the 10 things my ideal man should have. According to sOid the andrOid, xanga posts expire (cheers again at the prospect of death) within a month. But since he's been leaving death (three cheers!!!) threats all over the place (you see he had tagged me so he feels violated and semi-raped that I didn't fulfill my obligation) I JUST HAVE TO WRITE THE MAN THINGS WALLA POST ALSO OK? Please bear with me.

Ok 10 things before I die:

1) I want to sky dive. I always liked the prospect of jumping out into the air (I know I will be peeing in my pants. There will be a new rush knowing that my piss is landing on someone )
2) I want to see a big fat original great white shark in it's natural habitat. Like swimming and opening it's jaws and everything. I want to be in one of those tiny cages at the bottom of a clean ocean. I hope the shark goes mad and comes bangs against the cage. I want to be able to live through that. I like sharks. They're kick ass fish. Look at this baby! Dont' you just wanna take him home???

Great White 2

3) I want a hot air balloon ride. I always did. And I want to be at that annual hot air balloon convention. All those balloons up in the air. So pretty. I'm going to pretend that I'm Phileas Fogg. I'm going to get me a butler and all also! I think me wanting a hot air balloon ride is psychologically related to my trips (since childhood may I add) to the eye-doc (ortho-something-gist)....they have some machine where you look and they make a hot air balloon go in and out of focus. Everyone with bad eyesight please comment for showing solidarity.

hot_balloons
(teehee...like coloured sperm)


4) I want to learn to kick box. There are so many pervs out there who seriously need to be boxed in their nads.
5) I want to own and be able to operate successfully a real camera. Like an SLR. And I want to have that knack of taking awesome pictures. Do you have to be born with it or does it come with practice?
6) I want to be have travelled extensively - like almost everywhere...like even to very, very offbeat places. I want to be a filthy backpacker
7) I want beat sense yaar and I want to be able to sing in tune and everything. And I want my voice to not crack and all when I am trying my measely attempts at singing.
8) I want to find that one thing that is perfect for me and make it my career. I want to be able to enjoy working everyday. I hate having monday blues man.
9) I want my own cat. Like the kind that stays in my house and all. Not the ones that go away once you feed them. Or the ones whom your neighbours shoo away coz they are fat cows and frigid geese.
10) This one is my personal favourite. I want to be able to travel in space. Hope that's possible and affordable (a few million bucks is cheap compared to what the rates are nowadays) in some time. Also, hope that it's non-polluting.

Ok....that was my list. I tag:
Exam-taking dame, Cat woman, Guy who was supposed to put up lewd pics of naked bachelors but hasn't done so yet and Cat-feeder.

Note: Man post will happen later..................sorry freaks who wanted me to write about that. Hold on to your panties just a lil longer ok? Muaaaah!!!

EDIT: Someday, I am going to come out with a drug that produces coloured semen. I'm inspired!



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