Overcome Boredom - Build a Story...

Bored of the same routine work at office… wanna have fun while @ work… You can try this out, but you will need a team of like minded ppl.

Here's what we did - someone sent this forward… the link below, and we dicided to play a game 'Build a story' (thru email) on it (instead of the usual coffee break), and I tell you its real fun….
Check the link and read the story we have built (I expected worse than this tho' :-D)

http://www.axefeather.com/ (could try on anything)

Team members are (which includes both guys and gals):
Member 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 & 7
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Part 1:
1) Once there was girl named Catherine mumu, who was sleeping peacefully in her sleep. 2) Then came a horny Indian to disturb her 3) He had a feather in his hand and din know wot to do. 4) He applied the invisible gel so that Catherine mumu cannot see him. 5) And he started doin all ( that we might have tried until now) and decided let the whole world enjoy this pleasure and hence did some intelligent coding to come up with this flash file. 6) Meanwhile catherine mumu was very turned on by all the tickling in the right places ;)). 7) and put on loud music (to add more fun) and let the moaning continues...

Part2:
1) But since the guy had applied the invisible balm, Cathy thought it was actually her boy friend Marish Korsario, who was doing all that Kich Kich. 2) But Marish Korsario was a buggar and apart from having fun he also strated some trading…. 3) once while he was trading he found a very good customer for catehrine who wanted to FEATHER Her. 4) Meanwhile, the hunter came in to Catherine mumu’s room searching for his wife. In the dark, he mistook Catherine Mumu to be his wife and the horny Indian as Mayur. 5) Mayur started trading catherine mumu to the hunter much to his annoyance (as hunter thought mayur was trading his own wife to him) 6) The hunter wanted Mayur (the horny Indian coz tht is wht he actually is) intstead (much to Catherine mumus grief - she was having ooo so much fun with him) .. While roaming around in the jungle the hunter had come to the realization of his true inclinations and hence the preference 7) While far away, Rocky was busy watching all of these actions with his binocular….

Interval:

Since the story is pretty complicated now, lets reintroduce the characters

Cathy: the heroine of the story, who is lying in the bed half naked. ( with a feather lying near her)
Hunter: a man who is generally hunting. ( searching for his wife since the movie "The lonely wood pecker and the horny hunter" )
Marish Korzario: the person, whom cathy thinks is tickling her. ( also cathy old boy friend)
The horny Indian: the person who is really tickling cathy
Mayur: the guy who actually slept with the hunters wife and currently being chased by the hunter
Rocky: a peeping tom, who roams around the jungle with his binoculars looking into other ppl bedroom through his binoculars.

3rd part:
1) The hunter kills the horny indian, thinking its mayur ( who was sleeping with his wife). 2) Seeing this as the right chance ROrcky runs to the room with his binaculars to sleep with cathy, who is now lonely 3) But actullay Rocky forgot to see from the bino who it was. So he thinks it is cathy but the stories suspense turns now…"Who is in the BED"……... 4) Meanwhile Michael was very upset at Rocky for not turning up at his office as promised. He calls it a day and decides to go home…as he opens his bed room door, he is shocked to find Rocky in the bed with a mysterious figure…He calls out ….CATHYYYYY….??? 5) Cathyyyy comes to her senses and realises that it was not michael who was fidling her. She decides that there is no point in having esx with michael as she has never enjoyed it as she did for the last few hours. She decides to stick with Rocky and kills michael. 6) The dead bodies of the horny Indian and erstwhile michael are buried hurriedly by Cathy and Rocky in the backyard underneath an oak tree. Cathy (even though she did not enjoy having esx with him while he was alive) planted white lillies on michael's grave. She and rocky then go back to the bed and the feather. 7) All these while, the hunter was watching and hiding inside the bed room. When Rocky enter inside, he hit him with the Carabina and Rocky felt to the floor, then he grabbed cathy by her hand and tied both of them on top of each other with the climbing rope, took his two barrel gun blow a hole from cathy's behind and the loud noise scares all the monkeys around. Then put his hat on and pull out his last grenade, and pull off the pin and from a distance he throw it…boooommmmmmmm…. Now get back to work (I have an OI and VLM to b completed)…

To be continued….

Now get back to work and curse me if you like…..hahahaha

Idea...
I felt this sudden rush that i got to finish this pending thing (post), which i have started long time back (i mean put some content to the heading above).

Talking about Ideas, I heard a lot of them - good idea, stupid idea, great idea, wacky idea, weird idea, original idea and so on... of these I would chose 'Original'. But what really differentiates is how to get across these ideas, that is how to get them executed, otherwise idea will always be just a thought which everybody has.

I used to wonder why so many ideas come when lying in bed, but they get erased the moment I wake up (maybe my brain doesn't like being idle for the whole night while I sleep). The best part about ideas is the sense of accomplishments you get after the successful execution of an original idea. I just can't forget and smile at those stuffs we used to do when we were younger - Ideas just flow when you are young and small, and the best part is you will execute them immediately. The difference between then and now is (I believe) that we hardly care about consequences then (not that I really do even now), but I guess as we grow older, we tend to think more than act, cos we want to show that our brain is growing too.

I still remember during school (hostel) days on how we had this (original) idea on how to 'Pee through the skylight' - It was decided (come what may) that we have to do it, (not sure for what), but we woke up in the middle of the night climbed through the window grill to the skylight opening and relieving ourselves one after the other. It was fun and what a sense of achievement we had for that whole week to accomplish something of that calibre (that too) at the age of 12. Another one was 'Applying toothpaste on somebody's buttock' - It was in one of those jungle camping, after heavy physical activities during the day, everyone was exhausted and stoned by the end of day - the only thing we wanna do was to hit the sack. It was then a couple of thinking friends decided to execute this (original) idea. What a sight it was in the morning specially when you have only a mug of water to wash your a$$. Soap bubbles all over - I wanted to know what must have gone through that person's head then (but we prefer to remain silent) - but it was fun, again a sense of accomplishment, something to take home from the camp...

Being Normal...
I'm trying to think what exactly being normal is like. I heard many a times when people around me keep saying, behave like a normal person. What the definition suggests is " lack of significant deviation from the average," that's normality, or is it abnormality? i have no clue, you gotta tell me... but who's to define or measure the normality/abnormality of some one else, is it a psychiatrist, a doctor, our frens? again I have no idea... but time and again I heard people keep saying that. From the little observations that i have made, i realized that you are normal if -

• You fart quietly in a crowded place and let the world sense your new fragrance (without knowing it was you), instead of lifting one side of your pairs and make the loudest noise you could have in your life time.
• You stare at the screen the entire 3hrs to some boring movie show, and not understand what's going on (cos you paid for it) without looking at the sexy damsel sitting next to you or at a viewable distance.
• Its considered normal if you say you are feeling good, infact very good to someone asking "How are you?" but the fact is that you are feeling real crappy and looking for the nearest loo.
• You are normal, if a girl ask about her new hairdo and you said she is gorgeous, instead of telling her that she looks terribly scary and even the wildest crow won't dare come to her balcony from now on.
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Hence, I started having this strange feeling that normality is all about pretending and not what we really are. If you don't know how to pretend then you really don't belong to the 'normal' society which has captured more than 51%+ (that's more than half) of this planet. I'll keep adding as and when I get more observations and new points are welcome which you think I should add and in the same flow to the normality lists above...

The right of freedom to sleep ( Zzzzz...)
Afternoon session, after a heavy lunch is always a pain - I always have this problem: pre lunch, I can't do anything cos I'm hungry and post lunch again I can't do a thing cos I'm sleepy. But post lunch has been a major problem, all I want to do is sleep... If anyone were to ask me my happiest moment, without any doubt it would be sleeping. But sleeping in the office is almost like a crime... like someone said, its not a good impression, but what the hell? Don't I have the freedom to do what I want to. But on a second thought, I really don't have, cos I'm paid not to come and doze off in here. But thanks to black coffee and cigarettes ( I mean thanks to those good guys who discovered/invented them) otherwise I wouldn't have last here this long.

Sometimes I keep thinking, why can I just do what I want? But I guess its this shitty thing call 'money', money is indeed the root of all (did I say all, not really but some) evils. At times I wish I'm living in those stone age - kill every edible creature that comes your way, then all u need to worry is fill your tummy and go back to sleep. But fortunately/unfortunately I'm born in this technology age (not that we can eat technology), but just for a feel good factor, I try to make myself believe that they don't eat stones in those era either. But even if I own an island (seen 'Cast Away'?) I think it wont be really that great... As such, I really don't think there's any virgin island anymore - its all becos of the human virus. What the hell, these news channels keep reporting that so many people died in the middle east or middle west or whatever... But I still feel that they don't die enough to empty the place. Sometimes I wonder why don't those guys use nuclear bombs, if not to clean the human virus, but at least to do a real time testing - for all you know that shit might not really work by now - cos we only read that nuclear is the 'thing' which can wipe the human race, but crap we never witnessed it. Who knows it might be rotten and never burst when you really want it to happen, after all barking dogs seldom bite.

Anyways, I'm feeling much better now, my eyelids are opening again, so are my grey cells... Time to get back to work, otherwise even my Right of getting paid might be denied.

Inspiration for a starter...
Minutes ago, i was reading (http://vixdom.blogspot.com/) Vix's blog (that's how he calls himself, but i prefer to spell it as Vik, as his name is Vikram) and i got this inspriration to try my hand on this blog thingy again. I still feel bad, cos two weeks ago i discovered that i have lost all my blogs written in rediffblog (two years back) as my id doesn't exist anymore - thanks to my laziness.

But i still hope (maybe hoping against hope) that someday i will find them, you know such things are precious to me (as it is, i'm too lazy to write anything) and usually ideas don't come again, they visit you once and they go, the other reason could be that i have a short memory... and forget things once i put down in black and white or the moment i say it out to someone.

Whole day i've been listening to music, but still can't remember a single one. All i could recall are 'The Art of Shredding - Pantera', 'Crash course in brain surgery - Metallica and 'The graveyard by moonlight - Cradle of filth'. when i look back now, i just... shit why am i writting so much? this is more than an inspiration, i guess its boredom that im fighting while waiting for the review call, not this either... i think am wasting time.