Why do WOMEN not make sense!

I have given up know, given up on the fact that I will ever be able to understand what they want from us. They tend to complicate things that are not and uncomplicate things that are. Men always prefer to speak what's there in their mind where as women want the men to somehow magically guess what is going on in their minds. Common now, its even difficult to figure out what we want how in the heavens name of god can we even begin to imagine what you want. Why is it that only men are asked to figure out what women want. I tell you this, women always what we think what we want what we are not thinking and wht we are supposed to think. Common why are we so predictable.

They are more or less always close to guessing what we think and how we think. I want to ask everyone this, "why is it so ?" What is it that they know and we do not. We are blessed with singularity, well not the exact word to describe the feeling but yes we think about one single thing at any point in time. We as men do not understand the unsaid, we do not understand the going to be , nor do not understand the hidden messages. When a man says "no" it means no but when a women says no it actually means that we have to figure out whats wrong and that they actually want that. For us a no is no where as for them no means "you figure out what you did wrong".

How funny the design is, it makes so much of sense yet it is so senseless. From the little understanding of the world I have, I always look for the simplest explanation because that is how it is. The solution to the most toughest problems is always the simplest. However women do not think like that, they complicate things and make us wonder what to think. Well things aren't as complicated as they make it seem, a man does a task to just do it, where as a female does it to somehow satisfy an underlying meaning which we are to magically guess. Why I ask why, why are we so different ? Is it that we make more sense or do they, are things they way they are or are they what they are trying to tell you. I tell you fuck all this, it always boils down to blah blah whatever.

You want to make sure you don't hurt them but you end up doing so anyways just because of the fact that we think straight like a guy is supposed to. Apart from a few physical differences the physiology of both the sexes is same, but it makes you wonder why is there then such a big difference. Estrogen against Testosterone can it make such a big difference in the way the thinking process is supposed to operate.

To summarize: only if they made sense we would not have anything to decipher, whats the fun in that.

-Peace

The 80-20 theory

From the little time that I have spent on this planet I have to come to realize a hard known fact. The world is a pretty messed up place, it fucked beyong our imagination. The world, the universe wants you to be mean, even if u play nice they want you to play an asshole.

It like they want you to be mean, just because they are so. So the 80-20 theory goes like this : "Removing variables like geographical location, status, kind the 80% want the 20% to be like them". The saying "Grass is always greener on the other side is actually not correct, the real saying goes like this "grass is greener on my side and you all should come here".

Even if a though is pure, the world will rip it apart and analyze it a zillion different ways as to what the motive behind. Bloddy fuckers why does there have to be a wicked crucked calculative meaning behind everything u do, and a why does it have to be like a trick. I mean can't I say a nice thing, do a nice without having some ulterior motive behind it.

People expect you to be mean, they expect you to be bitch, expect you to be an asshole, expect you to me mean. Basically they want to you to be like them. The other day when I told someone that I was waiting for the person helping you, I was scouled at becuase it meant he will get late cuz the car will come back late. I mean I am here waiting for you to finish and you coming back strong on me. Give me a break, just becuase I don't say and instead do means I am doing something ulterior. Can't I just be the person I am, can't I just be nice to you and let you finish.

People want others to be calculative just because they are so. You know what would do the world good, the 80% of the bitches become the 20% . Uh OH I am doing the same again, I want someone to be like me think like me cuz I think so naah...

The world is pretty wicked place, and too bad we are a part of it.

My Subramanian Trip

It all began with my mothers commitment to get my "sarp dosha" removed. For the unknown this is when someone has killed a snake or was an accessory to the killing of a snake, it makes the gods angry. So my mother wanted me to visit Kukke Subramanya and do a pooja so that luck and fortunes falls into place.

The tour began with me getting up at 6.00 in the morning, we left in our gleaming black swift towards Dharwad. The first coffee break came after the tantalizing khambatki ghat in Satara. The cofee break consisted of Idli Wada Sambhar and cofee, next stop was Dharwad. Reached Dharwad by 13.00 and the relatives there were waiting for us to arrive. Our mami there is famous for her sambhar so it was rice and sambar for lunch which was delicious. After having rested for a couple of hours the night consisted of us guys drinking on the terrace before dinner. By us I mean a couple of cousins and me. The seniors had their party which we are supposed to sit and enjoy them drinking. Offcourse we could not just let them drink and us be sober after all the young guys also have the need to enjoy themselves but we had to do it alone as having booze with the seniors means we in the "list" which is not a very good idea.

The most intriguing part of having alcohol with the cousins is the hiding and drinking it within a time frame of 30 minutes. I have had smaller parties before but this is really really exciting as you know the seniors are in the house, have to finish before somebody comes up and after finishing one has to be super sober trying hard to not let others know about our terrace party.

The morning of 10^th Good Friday marked the beginning of our journey towards Subramanya.

This is what our rid looked like, it was a 30 seater mini bus with blue and purple lights in the inside with blaring kanada songs. We left early in the morning at 5.00 to pick up the other relative from the city. In all we were 22 of us with only 4 youngsters and two of them including me were the only ones un-married. The oldies were all my grand mothers brothers, sisters and their families. The first break came is as a pee break on the highway to ankola which connects NH4 with the konkan highway, here is what the road looked like. The roads were good but the traffic mainly composed of stray busses overtaking their ways onto our side of the road.

Reached Yellapura at around 9.00 for breakfast, had good idli vada sambhar with some good coffee. Yup idli wada sambhar is like the defacto breakfast, everywhere in the south you get and its good. The hot breakfast resulted in all of us wanting to empty our stomachs as no was actually able to shit anything at 5.00 in the morning.

The first leg of the trip was from Dharwad to Subramanya directly. Idalunji temple was the first temple enroute, we reached there at around noon believe me when I say this it was really really hot, scorching is the right word. This temple is one of the two temples in India which has a standing Ganesh Idol. I am sorry I don’t have any pictures to support this but you may take my word for it. We were supposed to have our lunch their but we were asked to wait for an hour so it was decided against. The next temple en route to subramanya was the Ganesh temple at Kunddapura, a beautiful coastal town full of good looking tullu girls. We were the last ones who were served food their, which mainly, no no not mainly which only consisted of Rice Sambhar and Saar. The servings of Rice there is something one has to see to believe its like what me and mother eat for two days in a single serving. Crazy is the amount of rice us south Indians can consume, really amazing.

From there next we stopped at Hukadnoor at around 1600 for some tea and snacks. The snacks part was basically divided between all of us, some were asked to make ladoos. We were asked to bring bakery items, things like biscuits cakes and stuff. All those things were used as snacks during the journey in the bus. The interesting thing to mention here is that some of the nanis actually decided to get them selves Gobi manchurian. Now this small portion of manchurian looked like some really scary red shit, they had to have it anyways and so was it.

We reached Dharmasthal at around 1800, you will not belive me when I say this but I actually saw a shiny green Jaguar. No no I am not lying I have pictures to support this. One of the guys from our group knows the owner of this beautiful vehicle and told me that a amount of 78 lakhs was paid to get this car imported from Dubai.

Reached Subramanya at around 20:00 hrs on Friday night. The elders wanted us to have food with them at the temple again which us (by us I mean the youngsters) were not very keen on. So we decided to get our selves a little tipsy. By law they do not sell any sort of liquor or cigarettes or any form of tobacco in the town. But alcohol has its way of being found, has a way to seep up through the ground if the need be. So it was meant to be for us to have a little for the ordeal lying ahead of us the next day.

We were woken up at 5.30 and asked to be ready to move by 6.00. Walked bare foot to the temple got ourselves registered for the pooja, and waited for other to come which lasted for almost hour and a half. We were waiting inside the temple, now that there were thousands of devotees who come from all around the country, this was like one super hot and sweaty place to be in. Once everyone was there, we had to get ourselves a pujari who does the ashlesha pooja. The pujari started his thing taking care of us one at a time. I have the craziest wackiest of relatives possible, one of the mama actually started a conversation with the pujari and it was fun to watch them pull each others leg. Ashlesha pooja is the one which is supposed to take care of the "Sarp Dosha" in ones kundli. Majority of the devotees come here for this pooja and some nice good looking tullu chicks were also present.

All the religious things got over by around 11:00 and by that Sun shining all its glory on us. We the brave ones who had walked barefoot in the morning were not finding it really difficult to walk on the burning tarmac, by time we reached the rooms our feet were red and very close to blisters had started appearing on the foot. Slept for a good two hours after the strenuous ordeal, well prepared dahi rice was served to everyone in their rooms. An approximate of 4 people were put up in one room, accompanying me and mom were Vasu Mama and his wife. Vasudev Datar is the younger brother of my grand mother. He is the eldest male living in the family tree after my nani.

The second leg of the trip was at Dharmasthal. You know the most amazing thing about this place was the capitalism they had in place. The whole place is governed by a single ruler, he was involved in the establishing the temples and the city around it. People actually get into a line to meet him, and its like he is to be consented even if you want to open a tea stall. Our stay was arranged in this lodge which had around 500 rooms/floor and 4 floors. The specialty of the lodge was that if all rooms were occupied they would allow people to stay in the lobby for free and allowed them to use the common bathrooms. And guess what our very own tyrant owns similar 5-6 lodges in the place. The guy fucking owns a Jaguar man.. He is like the god father of the town.


Having slept in Dharmasthal we next headed to Udupi, the magical coastal place which is famous for its Lord Krishna temple and the awesomely hot Tullu chicks. The Krishna temple is actually built the inverse, better said the Idol is facing the back of the temple, so its his back facing the temple entrance. It was weird and like all other places it was full of people, millions of them.

It is sometimes astonishing how many people here in India can actually believe in this concept of religion. Does it make so much of sense that people are ready to go to any means just to get a glimpse of an idol. Everyone has their own options, choices just find it difficult to digest the fact that one would be willing to give oneself so much of pain just to get blessing. Isn't is supposed to be the other way round, if they put as much of an effort to do better will they not succeed in their endeavours.

Truest Poem Ever

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…

Thinking hard about life

How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life…...

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks

but then why it gives lesss happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe

but then why there are less people to use them

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger

But then why there is less hunger…..

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…

Thinking hard about life

How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on

but then why there are less places to go on……

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day

but then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package

but then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…

Thinking hard about life

How it changed…..

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey

But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop

but then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate

But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…

Thinking hard about life

How it changed….. How it changed……..

Girls in My life

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you all to the Santoshrao show.

As they say Easy come Easy go. Thats how life has been with me when it comes to females who came into my life.They come they turn your life upside down and then they vanish into thin air. As men have rightly said one will never know what women want...

How funny love is ? It tries o make you happy and sad, it makes you feel excited and depressed , its like a oxymoron in itself. How wonderful life would be if you end being with the person you love.

You ending up with her is a totally different matter. The thing is women always leave a big impression in your hearts, I guess that is how life is. Below I have compiled a small list of girls who left an impression in my life.

Enough of all that crap here is the list of girls in my life - select gName, date_time, type, period, result, remark from life_santosh order by date_time asc;

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Chapter 1: KK

I shall refer to this beautiful being as KK. Man o man was she beautiful, fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Now don't go all wandering into dream land, this was I think in my 4-5th standard. We were in the same school used to go in the same bus, call it amateur love or call it fascination or attraction. The fact of the matter is that she left an impact on my life. And believe when I say my sexual life is active is some way or the other since primary school. Now aint that something to look upto. Both of us had a certain amount of attraction towards each other. Not knowing where it will go where will it lead to, wht is it that we were doing we just let our emotions flow. It kinda fizzled out when she moved to a different school, all that playing and spending time together in the bus was gone. And we moved on like nothing happened never spoke of her again till today. Met her a couple of times after we matured tried to re-kindle the relationship but was shit scared to even bring up the topic of time we had spent together. Let me tell you something about her, she was this tom-boyish girl who liked to play cricket and things like that. Imagine a girl sitting on a compound wall with a leg on each side. She had this short, boyinsh kinda hair. You won' t believe me I am now 27 but still have an innate fascination for short hair.

Chapter 2: Priyanka

She was an item in the making, this is some where around 5-6th grade. Man o man was she awesome. No no nothing happened, i kinda think she knew I liked here that was about it.

She was a kashmiri chick. The reason I remeber her distinctly is because me and friend of mine were both hitting on her. And we used to hit on her big time and make statements like jisse pat gayi usski. Isn't that funny, I mean if you think about it now. She was like super beautiful, lost touch with her over time. She moved out of the school and that was it. Unlike now those days there was no concept of email address of mobile numbers. There were merely bsnl landlines.

Like any other happy memoirs of ones life, she came she conquered and then she went.

Chapter 3: SR

Sonee was probably the sweetest thing that happened to me. Cannot even remember why we broke up essentially. She was in my class, i think this was in the 9th standard. I had asked her out through a mutual friend of mine, the message which was passed on through the intermediate was that "this guys likes you, do you like him?" Probably the funniest thing one could ask a female. But the relationship did last for an year almost and we used to do the most cutest things, we used to go the library and sit close to each other cuddling each others legs. There wasn't absolutely any sort of sexual expectations or any sort of intimacy of that kind. We used to exchange greeting cards and love letters and what not. It was sweet, I wonder what happened to her. It been quite some time now. It was sweet and I would like to keep it that way. :)

Chapter 4: Ab
Yes, name changed as I would not like to hurt any sentiments here. I absolutely adored this girl, was charming, good looking and was hell of a friend. The most enticing thing about her was that she was more of a guy than a girl, was almost a tom-boy and i loved that about her. The issue here was that their were many like me, who liked her. I was one amongst the many admirers that she had. And I believe she knew this, I think she too liked the attention. Things never materialized between the two of us, but yeah I would like to mention I will never forget about her.

Chapter 5:Bhobho
This was the only real serious relationship that I have even been into. She was in my college but in a different department. The first time we met was in an extra "Physics Practical", check out the co-incidence aaye. Both had missed a practical and for some heavenly reason missed the same freaking experiment. And hence we were asked to do the practical together, that is when I met her the first time and believe me when I say this the connection was instant. We knew instantly that we matched mentally, exchanged email address and then there was no looking back. Its been 8 yrs since we have last spoken but still I have a smile on my face remembering the first time I met her. We spoke day in and day out, hung out perenially whenever we were in college. Both of us knew we liked each other, its was like n unsaid treaty. Both knew it but neither of us said it out loud, it was as if "it was meant to be".

After the exams it was the results which triggered the downfall of our relationship. Both of us were hit hard with ATKTs, and the coming semester she went year down because of the number of terms remaining. She came to me one day and said , "My parents know we have been going around and I will not be able to speak with you anymore". I howled pleaded and begged her to give "us" a chance. She was just not ready to accept the fact that she will ever be able to speak to her parents about me and hence saw no point in pursuing this great thing that we had. Till now I am not sure what went wrong, and how but that was without a doubt the best year of my life. The breakup left me shattered, broken and no longer trusted women kind. Shattered and broken I ran into her once over Y!IM and vented my frustrations on her and this would have been easily 3-4 years after the relationship. That was the last time I saw of her, I now realize that maybe she had her reasons and that I shouldnt have vented out on her, but what would I have done. Its been 8 years and I still think about her sometimes. She is now married and settled in the U.S. If ever in the reamining of this excuse for a life I run into her, I would like to tell her how much I loved her then and that she was the best thing that happened to me in my life .

Chapter 6: PR
Having hurt myself inside out, I was looking for a rebound. Having lost all belief in emotional relationships I was desperate to have an affair desperate to have a female in my life again. Belive me when I say this the vacumm created by the departure of the person you love makes you do crazy thigns and leaves you desperate to find someone to fill that black hole.

With a fling in my mind I started going around with a classmate of mine. She was elder to me by a couple of years. I think she fell for me, and I mis used that opportunity for my benifit. I regret having done that but then I was not thinking straight. I ended up hurting this girl very very badly and if I could go back and change things - I would never never do it again.

If you are reading this "I am sorry"


Chapter 7: SD
After having realized how much I could hurt someone. I set on a cautious path to not hurt anybody I would get involved with. There was this girl at my work place, we would always fight an used to despise each other. I had never imagined in my wildest dream about getting involved with her. The whole thing was one big scam, both of us played correct parts, neither of us was serious and had not tied strings around each other. For the first time in my life I had experienced a casual affair.

I had many one date chicks in my life to name a few, my first date was with an super hotie in school. Then there was this school friend with me in college, went out with her a coulpe of times got desperate and proposed. Nothing happened it was just fun. Then there was a mutual friend, I really fancied her, but she was too much of a bitch for me to handle though.

But some one very rightly said you only fall in love once in your lives. Funny ain't it.

Am about to get married soon, wait till my fiance reads this, she is going to faint. Well she knows most of it, I guess she only knows most of it.