Mmmmm.... this basically consists of a lot of alphabets, which I've painstakingly arranged in particular patterns to make sense, called words. And, hardworking that I am, I've taken those words and placed them in different horizontal orientations to make nonsense, called P's Mentalpiece.
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I'm Prathap. I'm 20 now. And if you have time left over after running around trying to make the world a better place, feel free to make my life miserable by sending me more mail
My bloggie pals (You've seen these names elsewhere too? In the members list of the Bandra Gangsta-raper association? Mummy!!!)
Aditi
Anand
Anya
Khushee
Krishna
Sonal
Swami
Jay Menon
Richa
Nids
"A nice bunch of names for my next novel."
-Stephen King
"Ooooh... scary!"
-The New York Times
"The list sure is spooky, but they should have included an 8" by 6" image of this blog's owner for spine-chilling effect"
-Vogue
Ahem.... enough of the reviews.
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P's Mentalpiece
The life and times of... er...d-uh...ah! someone bound to be very, very famous...
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Friday, July 23, 2004
Just a quick one (not that any of my recent posts would remind one of Leo Tolstoy's "War and Peace" in terms of length, but this a time honoured cliche to use when you don't have too much to say on a topic...) And I write this especially for all the 8-14 year olds who trot into dentist's clinics all over the world hearing momma say you'll end up with the perfect smile, one that would have a Cameron Diaz / Brad Pitt begging at your doorstep (depending on whether the 8-14 year old in question is a boy or a girl, and also on their choice of lifestyle...pah!!! what am i saying?? 8-14 year olds, dammit!)... And then Momma plays her trump card, which goes,"...and you can have all the ice-cream you want after that!!!" Not true!! Ice-cream, I agree, is one of the seven wonders of the world, but it's definitely not worth having some fellow pluck out your teeth as if they were ripe mangoes in springtime. And the worst part is, once the fellow has completed his excavation of the oral cavity, ice-cream is the last thing you'll want to ask your Tooth Fairy. A nice, sturdy baseball bat to push down the Dentist's throat would seem more like it.
I couldn't think of anything to write about, that's all.
-P.
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