Go Pink in October!

Pink is for women! Is it?

No more...get a pink badge to support the Breast cancer campaign for the month of October. And to make matters clear, breast cancer is as prominent among men as is among women. So feign no ignaorance, it can happen to any one of us. More over, flashing a badge isn't something out of our reach. Or is it? 

Visit the site http://pinkforoctober.org and you could find out lots of info on this. If you like to be part of the campaign - write it in your blog, out out a pink color, do anything you want to. If you didn't like it - so be it. Life moves on :)

Mad and his girls

Mad: (With his hand on his left cheek) I got slapped by a girl!

Sad: What happened?

Mad: You remember Meenakshi?

Sad: That good looking fair and short height girl? Yes, I do!

Mad: We met in the library. She collected some books and was leaving for her hostel.  I asked if I can drop her and she slapped me.

Sad: What exactly did you say?

Mad: I said, “Meenakshi… main tumhe hostel mein chod du?”

Sad: Hmm…she really must be allergic to her hostel.

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Mad: Sadddddd…. Guess what?

Sad: You got a new room?

Mad: No… I just got a date proposal from Milano

Sad: Is that a girl?

Mad: (Shouting) Yessss…the Italian girl with long and curly hair, who came on an exchange. She asked me out tonight. And I said yes…

Sad: How does she look like?

Mad: Tall, fair, quite muscular for a girl. She was quite serious about the date and said that she hates people who turn their backs after agreeing for a date.

Sad: Hmm…good for you

Mad: She apparently broke the nose of a guy who did this to her last week. But, why on earth would someone reject her proposal.

Sad: (Laughing uncontrollably) Best of luck mad…the data base says there’s only one person who’s come on an exchange from Italy and it’s a guy!

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Mad: Guess what? At last Meenakshi agreed.

Sad: Wow. That’s great. Where are you going?

Mad: To her hostel.

Sad: What?

Mad: She agreed to me accompanying her to the hostel from the library

Sad: Huh…at last!

 

Oh my friend, it hurts!

The day we chose to be friends and I spoke my heart out

You chose to fill in the spaces and speak your way out

Oh my friend, it hurts!

 

The day you asked me to speak nothing but fact

I chose to follow and you made it no more than an act

Oh my friend, it hurts!

 

The day you proclaimed friends for life

I didn’t know it was a well-disguised knife

Oh my friend, it hurts!

 

The day you told me it’s all fabrication

And you wished to use this confession as an act of salvation  

Oh my friend, it hurts!

 

The precious moments we spent is a thing of the past

Etched in my memory are the days of blast

Oh my friend, it hurts to forget things!

Sad and Mad

Sad and Mad are two friends busy planning their one-week holiday next week

Mad: Why don’t we go to Kashmir?

Sad: Are you Mad?

Mad: Yes, of course….

Sad: No, not that mad…I mean, the real mad, screwed up in the upper storey.

Mad: Oh c’mon…it’s a cool place and I’ve never been there

Sad: It is…but if you go there, you would never be to any other place.

Mad: Why not? If you are worried about that VISA thing, I have my uncle working in customs, he can smuggle us.

Sad: Are you mad? I mean, screwed up mad? We don’t need a VISA to visit Kashmir.

Mad: Oh is that…when did they change that?

Sad: Just before you turned Mad.

Mad: Forget it...That leaves us with Assam, Arunachal Pradesh

Sad: Dude…you really are psyching me out. You want me to be taken hostage by some Chinese or ULFAs? I don’t want to venture into that unknown North-East.

Mad: Then how about Gujarat?

Sad: You are a goner…don’t you want to live peacefully, at least trip peacefully.

Mad: If you are worried about the communal violence, my uncle is in the police. He would help us out.

Sad: Err…isn’t he in the customs a few minutes back.

Mad: This one’s that custom guy’s brother.

Sad: Whatever…would you call that a pleasure trip or a pressure trip? How about “Summer camp with the police force”

Mad: Wowww….sounds great

(Sad gives a totally weird look which gets Mad back on track)

Mad: Ok…I was just kidding. Then what are we left with?

Sad: Why not a trip to Tirupati? The most happening place in the whole of South India

Mad: (mocking) Oh yeah…and get your head tonsured and visit those lovely temples in and around that place

Sad: Stop it Mad…that’s Lord Balaji….ok fine… how about Kanchi?

Mad: Excuse me…

Sad: Ok…How about Poori, Mahabaleswar…

Mad: Oh my God!!! You were never sad!

Sad: What do you mean? I was always sad…by birth

Mad: Oh yeah…in a way you are true.

Sad: Whatever…so where are we heading to now?

Mad: We will go to Kerala. So many places to hang out; Munnar, Kozhikode, Wayanad, Allepey…and the Kerala babes…ooohhh…Rock on!

Sad: That’s great …and it’s a gay state…right?

Mad: Dude….I never knew that you were gay…Oh My God! And we were like….staying together.

Sad: Excuse me… am not mad, neither am I gay…. Okay, is Kerala on now?

Mad: I guess so….unless you bring up something better!

Sad: Thinking of it, what about a trip to Hyderabad? Charminar, old city, pearls….oooo..isn’t it wonderful?

Mad: You know what… you are sad

Sad: I know that; since birth!

Mad: Oh my God...you are freaking sad

(They ended up going nowhere!)