So things aren't as peachy or creamy as I thought they could be once I had the license. To take a knife to people with curative intent. Which would explain the lack of anything concrete to write about. Spent a few days in good old Pondicherry, essentially taking full advantage of the fact that the State has negligible taxes. At one point of time I wanted to fill a Jerry can with petrol and whisk it across the border. Which reminds me the car's off for the usual overhaul. Will be broke (me, not the car) for the next month so those of you who're planning on asking me to fund food, alcohol and other illicit habits, talk to the hand.
Discovered that Jamaican Passion Bacardi Breezer if spiked with anything above 60mL of Bacardi White Rum is an awesome drink. And also that the Lime Breezer is nothing but Limca. Yuck.
And the Beef Biryani joint in the vicinity of Muruga Theater is still active as ever and they remember old customers. As does the tea shop opposite the main gate of JIPMER.
Learnt a few filthy jokes in Telugu which due to a self-imposed prohibition on sleaze on the blog I can only relate in person. In any case there isn't anything worse than transliterated vernacular humor.
Discovered this.
And this story related by a friend on the etymology of a commonly used phrase.
Long years ago, during the Crusades, knights who due to insanity, peer pressure or sheer boredom decided to head to the holy land would usually lock their houses and their women. The famed chastity belt which now mostly features in strange BDSM pornography and perhaps museums of natural and unnatural history played a rather important social role in the locking up of the aforementioned ladies. These errant knights would leave the key with a trusted friend for safe keeping. And if and when they returned would be welcomed by a presumably fidel (what's the word derived from fidelity that should come here?) close friend and wife. So one such knight in armour decided to save Jerusalem and as custom determined, did the whole locking and stocking and maybe some barrelling before the locking and stocking and gave the key to his friend and rode off. He hadn't gone ten miles when a breathless friend on a breathless horse galloped up and informed him that the key was the wrong one. The knight replied, "Yeah? Tell me about it..."
Cheers.
Discovered that Jamaican Passion Bacardi Breezer if spiked with anything above 60mL of Bacardi White Rum is an awesome drink. And also that the Lime Breezer is nothing but Limca. Yuck.
And the Beef Biryani joint in the vicinity of Muruga Theater is still active as ever and they remember old customers. As does the tea shop opposite the main gate of JIPMER.
Learnt a few filthy jokes in Telugu which due to a self-imposed prohibition on sleaze on the blog I can only relate in person. In any case there isn't anything worse than transliterated vernacular humor.
Discovered this.
And this story related by a friend on the etymology of a commonly used phrase.
Long years ago, during the Crusades, knights who due to insanity, peer pressure or sheer boredom decided to head to the holy land would usually lock their houses and their women. The famed chastity belt which now mostly features in strange BDSM pornography and perhaps museums of natural and unnatural history played a rather important social role in the locking up of the aforementioned ladies. These errant knights would leave the key with a trusted friend for safe keeping. And if and when they returned would be welcomed by a presumably fidel (what's the word derived from fidelity that should come here?) close friend and wife. So one such knight in armour decided to save Jerusalem and as custom determined, did the whole locking and stocking and maybe some barrelling before the locking and stocking and gave the key to his friend and rode off. He hadn't gone ten miles when a breathless friend on a breathless horse galloped up and informed him that the key was the wrong one. The knight replied, "Yeah? Tell me about it..."
Cheers.
