Figuratively speaking!!

I have been an avid reader throughout my life. Be it reading champaks and doga during the long train journeys as a child or maturing into reading the plethora of books that is today’s literary world (Yes even the book: “Why men don’t listen and Women can’t read maps!” counts), I have hardly had better feelings than the one I have when I stare out in the night out of the window, after reading. Its legen(obviously, you have to wait for it!)dary and awessssome at the same time!!

So much for the senti talk, now I’ll tell you the inspiration behind this blog. Once again its none other than Mr.Mohit. This time his remark was that he thought the name of the most revered entity of the insti (some call “it” the holy grail) was the name of a porn movie!!
So you see, you can see high octane philosophy and low octane perverted fun on my blog at the same time….

How are these two diametrically opposite scenes connected? Well, the correct answer is that they aren’t but as Douglas Adams would have me believe, a true man is one who can locate his towel anytime. If people fall for THAT, then my case CAN take the shape of a conspiracy. But me being a true litta, I’ll connect them through my brains which have now become expert in locating and measuring perverted behaviour among people.

I recently went to my aunt’s home. Uncle is in the army, so I witnessed first hand for the first time in my “mature” life, the living inside a cantonment. Always being the first to reach anywhere sports come into the picture, I was there when there was “Game Parade” to be held. They call the playing hours in the evening that. Uncle acquainted me with some of the officers and I ended up playing a full game of basketball with the jawans and the officers. After having been mesmerised by their air to air dunks and alley oops that would make Bryant proud, I had some light hearted chit chat with them.
Never being the ones to say three words when one will do, the officers generally are an affable lot. The conversation shifted on and on from one topic to another (trust me, the officers are every bit as classy and kick ass, as they show them in Top Gun or A Few Good Men), when I decided to delve a little into the “old school” thinking about the army, I asked one of the lady officers there: Is it tough for YOU folks out there?
Thankfully for me, she didn’t take me to be a chauvinistic pig….for the second I heard it come out of my mouth, I immediately regretted the question and duly apologised. The officers all smiled understandingly and reminded me they hear this question as many times as I might hear: Bhaisaab! Time kya ho raha hai?
I wont elaborate further on their answer, because I generally like the “moral stuff” said rather than written down…that too on MY blog!!

Have you figured out the connection?....get a grip folks, first find your TOWEL!!