tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58683702356111761572012-02-16T04:46:03.405-08:00Anirudh Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09576773258986094621noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868370235611176157.post-64332554333129824892009-09-10T12:03:00.000-07:002009-09-10T13:32:25.789-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">The skies darkened and the earth trembled. An explosion of light revealed the slow straight ascent in front of them and then it was all dimness again as the sphere of light imploded upon itself almost as fast as it had appeared. The flash also exposed the two people who were strolling up the slope under an umbrella, shielding them from the incessantly bursting clouds. One form was that of a graceful young woman in a brisk walk who held the umbrella and the other was of a form which was struggling to catch up with her pace, and ergo the protection of the canopy. He seemed to be in great pain as clearly, one of his legs seemed to lag the other giving any onlookers an impression of them being made of similar magnetic poles. Nevertheless, he did manage to catch up with the lady who didn't seem to bother too much about the bloke and continued her walk. When he continued to walk astride her and finally wore her patience thin...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: Who are you man? Quit bugging me!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Hey, I'm not a man... I'm the ma-an!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: What's wrong with you?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Wait a sec...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our protagonist(?) quickly flicks out a black <i>Nokia 7210 Supernova</i> and hurriedly texts an 'arbit' guy back in his neighbourhood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Hey, guess what? I found a cute gal! And she's totally into me... I'm too awesome!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady:What the bloody hell are you doing? Gimme that!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saying so, she snatches the phone and she turns redder than a fire-engine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: 'I'm into you?? Really?!' Are you mad?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: C'mon... I'm too awesome. By the way, I belong to the elite crew of 'lol'ers!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: What?!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Forget that... What's your name?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: I'm English.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: I can see that! But what's your name?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: 'English' is my name, jackass!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Hey thanks! I love being called that!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: So you're a jackass who loves being called that?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: I like making people laugh... at me. HUMOUR spells my character.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: I don't want to talk to you. You descecrate my character!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Cummon now! I'm too awesome for that!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: See! There you go again! Words as nice as 'awesome' lose their flair. Stop destroying me... <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> and leave me now!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: 'Awesome' is my word! I love doing 'arbit jackassery'... It's too legendary!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: I hope lightning strikes you... You killed me thrice with that stupid line! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The lady, enraged, picks up pace and walks away from the badgering guy giving his hind leg a great problem in catching up from the first. A dance so 'beautiful' as our protagonist running was never, and never again will be witnessed by this world! As he catches up yet again, the lady stops and turns back spluttering with rage.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: How come you are talking to me? I thought the only talking you do is on Omegle!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: I can talk to anyone! I'm the ma-an.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: I seriously doubt your vocabulary now!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Look here, babe... I'm a carefree person. Above all, I believe in enjua-aying life to the <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> fullest...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: STOP!!! I shall not tolerate your diabolical plans of perverting my words! What do you <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> want???</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: I just want to njuaaay !!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady: What sacrilegious word is that?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u?)y: Njuaaying is the way of life! It's the aue-summ thing to do! It requires extre-eme <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> thinking!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady English is fuming now and dropping the umbrella, she brandishes a gun. Seeing no point in threatening someone as brave and obtuse as our protagonist, she empties the magazine on him! Undaunted, undisturbed, our hero displays some lightning fast skills and catches every bullet and fusing them together forms a grenade and chucks it away!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">G(u)y: I'm the BOSS!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady English gets mad and flees up the slope! As fast as her legs will take her, and far as her legs can take her... No one knows what happened to her hence, though rumour has it that she was spotted floating in the Ganga canal.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now that English has left, our Hero starts talking in Hindi, "Ab to yeh batao..."</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5868370235611176157-6433255433312982489?l=jettyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anirudh Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09576773258986094621noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868370235611176157.post-68417147664163077432009-04-01T04:56:00.000-07:002009-04-01T05:19:16.891-07:00The wait is over... An I'm here to stay. I've had enough of 'Jetty can't blog' and here's the proof. Let me assure everyone here, that us <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jettys</span> can do everything anyone else can. Being <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jetty </span>involves being awesome, super-brainy, sporty (as FB has put it) and more awesome, all at the same time! So, all <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jettys </span>and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">wannabe Jettys </span>(Desi, do read this) are awesome or will be awesome soon.<div><br /></div><div>Of-late, I've been quite addicted to facebook and the facebook quizzes. A lot has been said about how the new FB doesn't live up to its original standards, but I adore it! Its the most brilli-aunt thing that has happened to mankind. I am, in fact, one of the leading quiz-takers I'm sure... contrary to what Kondy claims (I'd like to believe he is ghissing away to glory). In fact, all I do these days, apart from ghissing, is Facebook! Now, to all those people who think the pink in my template is weird, let me tell you that pink is a beautiful colour. And Pink doesn't mean you are not straight (Pinky, you can thank me later) - in fact another FB quiz, I took a while back, says I'm the un-gayest dude you'll ever meet! So %* Yours!</div><div><br /></div><div>I started this post with retaliation in mind; to avenge all those worgs against Jetty... to fight back against those 'Its just Jetty' statements and above all, to prove that I'm as much a blogger as anyone else. But then, I never have realized the necessity of the same - Blogging, now, has become more of a fad - a statement of sorts... I never have believed in that and I still don't.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I'm concluding the beginning right here, right now. My next post will illustrate the greatness of Lit and its great shortcomings (What? Are there any? - You betcha!). But for now, its goodbye, as I desperately need to ghiss... And remember, "All Jettys rock!"</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. @ Moode,</div><div><br /></div><div>I promised to be here. Now, I am.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.P.S. To all those who say things about Jetty, "Think again! Coz Jetty may just prove you wrong."</div><div><br /></div><div>P.P.P.S. In the wise words of Sheldon Cooper, "First warning". All's well for now :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5868370235611176157-6841714766416307743?l=jettyman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anirudh Arunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09576773258986094621noreply@blogger.com30