Perfunctory Hug...

You know I try to maintain an active social life and try to take out as much as time as I can out of my schedule to keep up with my friends... now one gets introduced to new people every now and then.. and this is a time of extreme dilemma for me. I never do know when to shake hands or to hug a person or go in for that extremely irritating kiss that's given on the cheek wherein somehow the lips end up smacking only the air...

You see, I am a person who would rather shake hands with someone whom I just got introduced to, the hugs are left for people whom I like and am close to. And that hug, like in the case of a beer having full body lather, is a big hug that has the grip of a boa constrictor, albeit with a lot of love and no intent of killing and / or swallowing the prey. So here's the trouble, when an acquaintance happens to come across and makes a faint attempt at hugging, my instincts kick in and the vice - like grip kicks in... and most of the times I can actually feel the victim of my affection shirk away (read mostly women!!) which makes me end up feeling like a pervert who was just caught cupping a feel. In my defense, I like to give a hearty hug, if I ever do give one.

This is not all that there is to it, just what in the name of God do you call that feeble attempt when you press cheeks with a perfect stranger, at these so called social dos and peck the air?? Why would anyone do that, if the person means so much so, I would rather kiss the cheeks and if not then just a "Hey.. wassup?" or a handshake or a just a wave of my hand with a "Howdy.." would do. But apparently not.. the complexities of interacting with fellow human beings just tends to make me feeling uneasy quite a few times...

Santa with a new perspective..

Sometimes I wonder if Santa is related to Santa (Bunta’s friend). But what if he is related…the old man in white would anyways visit only once a year.

I somehow like Santa’s idea of visiting all only once a year – keeps them yearning for more. The good thing is, Santa leaves before the presents are opened.

What I don’t understand is his entry through the chimney. Why not the front gate? What about all those houses that don’t have a chimney? Perhaps this is why, as a child I never got presents from the Santa…we used to live in an apartment in the 3rd floor.

Did you know that Santa gifts us so much…but in his life has only had two pair of clothes? His first one was a brown overall…and now it is red. No connection with Coke, though there are some business stories that Coke was instrumental in give Santa the new red-and-white outfit.

New clothes or old…he is quite happy and gay. Perhaps that is why he has special interest in South Africa – the country where same-sex marriages were legalized ten years back. No, just kidding!

Maybe, he is a straight guy who has the addresses of all the bad girls in town …in his address book. With no wife to censure him…he would be having a roll. I have a feeling he keeps thinking of these bad girls….'coz whenever I see him anywhere he goes: Ho! Ho! Ho!

A cousin of mine got a pet as a gift from Santa. Unfortunately…the Santa left it in one of my cousin’s dirty socks…and the pet died before it could be discovered. Now, my 10-year old cousin wants a pet lizard…just like the one Santa brought.

Santa didn’t come to my house. Wonder if I had been a bad boy the whole of last year….or there was some problem back home for Santa. But then…why would a bunch of elfs create problem…when they have to work only one day in a year? Elfs with low (s)elf-esteem!

Caffeine Addiction..

It owns you like smack owns a junkie. You want it. You need it. You suffer thru all the symptoms of withdrawal without it. It's invigorating and eye-opening effect has you hooked. "It's not the coffee, it's the caffeine fool." Well, a Pepsi might be refreshing, but it doesn't cast the same spell as our percolated friend. Plus, it has a multi-functionality as it provides an energy boost, antioxidants (coffee represents one of the largest sources of antioxidants), and, most importantly, an all-business type of regularity to your day.


It is its' routine-forming side effect that gives it a direct correlation between giving a completeness thru subtraction and a satisfying conclusion of what can be a daily process. Truly making it the driver of the mother ship called Necessary Process.

Medium with cream, no sugar please..