PEOPLE WITH DIRTY MINDS ARE VERY CREATIVE. PERIOD.

Yes, back after a gap of around a month and a half. Feels good to crack my knuckles, and start typing away. Yes, so today, i am going to talk about how having a dirty mind, is so very awesome. It requires real talent to think dirty, and talk dirty too, because, you are exercising your brain to think deeeeeep, and when you talk dirty, only a few skewed ratio of people will admire you, because the rest will smile at you, but think in their minds: "Che, she only looks so innocent, she isn't like that. Such a Kedi only.( a tamil slang, meaning looking innocent but doing,or thinking weird stuff)". I have got the "Ew, you are so perverse duuuuuuuuude!" comment and look so many times in life. The thing is, i look like one innocent kid, but only my close friends know, how very perverted i am. For example, the other day, my friend was eating a small samosa, which was made of something like elastic, i believe, for she had to keep pulling it with her teeth, and would have made the perfect idea for some toothpaste ad. Well, she said, "God it's so rubbery", and i looked at her and said, "Well, you have PROTECTION, dude.". She gave me a glare and said" Swallowing it is so hard", and i wink at her and tell her, "Swallowing it is hard, is it?", and she smacks her head and says, "you'll never change". Well, perverseness is creativeness, isn't it? I mean, trying to delve deeper into thoughts, and coming up with a double-meaning, and a wink for each sentence uttered isn't easy at all. 

The Random Shit I Do.

Ah yes. Another post,people. So,from my previous post,you must have deciphered how something random happened to me. And basically, i'am a random and perverted child(child at heart,almost-an-adult on the outside). And yes, i want to write about some random shitty stuff i do. I have a habit of nick-naming any animal. ANY ANIMAL. So the other day,i was going to guitar class with my brother. And there was a street doggy on the road. And i told my brother: "Hey,there's George!", all the while pointing at the dog. And then i named a cow "Malcolm" and a cat ,"Rufus". My brother who is younger than me by 7 years, looks at me with a quizzical expression and asks me if i was mentally ill or something. I said that i was perfectly alright. My mom gave me the "poor child,seems to talk like a retard all the time" look. Dad rather felt it was better to concentrate on the driving, rather than listen to my highly interesting talk. Another thing i love doing , is pressing my nose completely on the car windows, when i am travelling and looking at people with startled eyes. My face looks completely squashed, but that is what i like about it. People walking outside or going in some vehicle or the other, stare at me. I stare back,like it's perfectly normal to press your nose to the window and give a "I'am squished, and can't breathe" look. I also have the habit of doing the "chicken dance" in private in my room. And running around in the house, flailing my arms, and screaming "Aaaahhh!" for no reason. And i have the habit of saying "Oh giddy god's pyjamas". Err, there are so many more random things i do. I'am just not able to recollect any. Oh wait, there is a cat i spot. I better go, so i can think up of a new name to give it. And meow at it, and see if it meows back. I shall be back. Soon. 

Has a cat ever talked to you? And laughed at you?

So hello. I'am new to the blogging world. I am writing today about this situation i encountered in 2008, when i was studying in 10th standard. Well, it was just another day after school, when i was trudging back home, all exhausted because of all that cramming of math and science (read bullsh*t) into my poor, poor head. And i was coming back home with a friend. We were galloping along all innocent in a particular street, and laughing about some long-forgotten joke. When i reached the end of the street, i saw a white cat with black patches. It was meowing piteously. I went closer to it. And it looked at me. And i looked at it. It was a staring competition. There was total silence. And then, the cat meowed at me for a whole minute. I was nodding my head, trying to understand what it was trying to tell me. This went on for a full two minutes. And then, my friend came close to me, and said: "What the hell are you nodding there at the cat for?", and i told her that i was trying to connect with the cat and then, she dragged me away. The cat was staring at me forlornly (or maybe i assumed it so). And then, after i reached home, i refreshed myself, and decide to go cycling for a while, to soothe my jangled nerves. I went to the cycle shed and took my cycle out and just when i was about to sit on the cycle seat, the cycle just collapsed. When i bent to pick it up, i saw two cats laughing at me. LAUGHING. I fled from the scene, wondering why cats were choosing that particular day to somehow weird    me out. When i told my mom about this, she just laughed at me, and told me that i always have had a vivid imagination. Even till now, she doesn't believe me. I hope someone out there does.