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Se7en

I don’t know what a tag means. But here I am, tagged by Marauder’s Map. I have to do what my tagger has asked me to. So, here goes:

Seven things I plan to do:
1) Grow hair on my scalp. SOS Dr Sarkar of the Arnica-trioffer fame.
2) Be more articulate.
3) Have a proper English breakfast on a sunny Saturday morning
4) Play cricket with gay abandon, like I used to do many, many years back, and bowl toe-crushing inswinging yorkers.
5) A road trip down the Malabar coast, preferably from the northern tip of Goa to Trivandrum.
6) Time travel to the sixties and tour with The Beatles.
7) Flush and pee, and finish before the flush whirl ends.

Seven things I can't do:
1) Grow hair on my scalp.. alas
2) Deal with things financial like investments and filing returns.
3) Put an end to the compulsive habit of zapping mercilessly, and then getting stuck at Fashion TV. (I really like the fine cut and the fall of the outfits)
4) Understand the Eric Segal phenomenon.
5) And the brouhaha over graphic novels. And why Kill Bill is seen to be such a cult movie.
6) Be suave and act sophisticated, like the guys they show in Raymond’s ads and all
7) Flush and pee and finish before the flush whirl ends.

Seven things I say quite often
1) Abe saala
2) Gajjjab beta
3) Anyways…
4) Maaaaan (In the Carribean/American black accent)
5) Ki be? Ki khobor? (Or, Kya be, kya haal hai?)
6) Cholche… Ei aar ki…
7) I’m on a story (Mostly as a deterrent against more work)

And I tag ghetufool, passing shots, raconteur and acidrocks.

Comments

Tridib said…
Pee and flush, HA! HA! HA! hilarious!
Hilarious as always, fool.

Dr Sarkar of Arnica Triofer may well give you a year's supply for free if he hears yours and Tridib's soul-stirring performance of their ad jingle. It gives me goosepimples every time.

Road trip v good idea. I want to come too.

Erich, not Eric, Segal. Though your unconscious error doesn't pain me as it once would have, for you would be glad to know I have completely grown out of him. Honest. Couldn't get beyond a few pages of Doctors sometime back, convincing me finally that I had grown up.

Flush and pee totally awesome. Makes me want to make a list of my own strange obsessions.
thorswheels said…
Tridib: Have u tried that ever. Sole ambition in my life.

MM: That jingle is our best-selling single (accompanied by a metal-like video).
And as far as the road trip is concerned, will surely consider your request.
And thank god, you've grown out of the "shrewdly-written mush".
Roshomon said…
Good one...2 points...
how much hair have you lost already?
You like the cuts and falls of the outfits on Fashion TV...(ya sure...i believe you.)
Anonymous said…
I don't like road trips as much as I used to. I must be getting old. But on #7 I think its the gender difference.
ghetufool said…
hi fool,
true successor to your previous post.
what should i say you for tagging me? thanks or @!!&&???!!.
i chose thanks
Chaila Bihari said…
Why do you lose hair on the hair-splitting discussion about how much hair you have already lost and how much you would. C'mon you r a true heir to those famed Bong scribes who have became legends or died drunk. Cheer up... to the spirit of Chool tar, Kobekar...
And yeah, KILL BILL IS GOOD. PERIOD.
Chaila Bihari said…
By the way, Chondrobindoo has just released a new version of the famed Amake Roga Bolona...

Jodi Amake Antel Bolo Ami bolbo Mathamota/ Jodi Amake Chokka Bolo/Tumi tobe kichu janona/ Ami pocha film banai/ Tumi tate mughdho theko/ Amake neka bolo na, Amake Neka bolo na/ Rituke Neka Bolo Na, Ritu Ke Neka Bolo Na
(Pichone chorus) Horibol Horrible Horibol Horrible Khate Tol Khate Tol ... Fade Out
thorswheels said…
Roshomon: I repeat - I do like the cuts and falls of the outfits on Fashion TV! (Apart from other things that is). And as far as hair is concerned, its for beholders to assess. I have given up. U can ask Tridib.

Ph: Do the Delhi-Dehradun-Chakrata road trip. Its absolutely fantastic.

Ghetuful: Thanks for chosing thanks!
thorswheels said…
Chaila: Great to see you here! So, those lengthy sessions over Mama Ji's watery tea failed to convince you on Kill Bill.
The Jibanananda allussion was great, so was the Chandrabindoo rip-off.
Rimi said…
erm...don't want to seem pushy or anything, but...NOTUN POST KOTHAI SHUNI???
Gypsy said…
the peeing-flushing thingi is damn funny man!!
thorswheels said…
Rimi: There it goes!

Gypsy: It's not funny. It's the driving force in my life!
Roshomon said…
I don't mind desolate corners...but the damp part is slightly depressing.
Anonymous said…
That thou art inarticulate is wonderment indeed.

Fie, fie, how can you be? For someone who makes brevity and pertinence the highgrounds of his imagination...
Anonymous said…
That thou art inarticulate is wonderment indeed.

Fie, fie, how can you be? For someone who makes brevity and pertinence the highgrounds of his imagination...

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