tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36894442011-04-21T20:17:22.366-07:00P's MentalpieceMmmmm.... 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.Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1161539939281525992006-10-22T10:57:00.000-07:002006-10-22T11:00:11.283-07:00The last three days, I've bin goin to see don... not that i liked it so much, but coz all i've bin seeing is the 'house full' board.don ko pakadna mushkil nahi hain... naamumkin hain.Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1161336293202869012006-10-20T02:22:00.000-07:002006-10-20T02:24:53.216-07:00the following has been taken from a seemingly harmless telephone conversationlipin- aliya koladichu....ninakke joli kittiyenne kettoonaan(kevin)-Enthu cheyyan...joli kitti poyeeelipin-nee puliyaanu kettooonaan-nee pulikutty :)lipin-aattee...satyathil ninakkee joli kittiyooo????naan-naan enthinaa kallam parayaneee....sathyathil enikku joli kitttiiilipin-oh kool man.....So enthayalum treat Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1090603305408017692004-07-23T10:19:00.000-07:002004-07-23T10:21:45.406-07:00Just 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 Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1089693005450699872004-07-12T21:26:00.000-07:002004-07-12T21:30:05.450-07:00"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages..."Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1089619723605182592004-07-12T01:06:00.000-07:002004-07-12T01:08:43.606-07:00"I drink. Therefore, I am." - Descartes. Wise man.Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1089187536607871752004-07-07T00:52:00.000-07:002004-07-07T01:05:36.606-07:00WARNING: Blogging is just too addictive! I just couldn't help it... i just had to be back. Now that I am, I dunno what to write about, but i feel so relieved, just having my ol' blog back... I'll probably write down something later, unfortunately right now I get the impression i've misplaced my brain, i just can't seem to find it. But I have to write, i mean, they made such a lot of fuss over Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-1089102001425242182004-07-06T01:18:00.000-07:002004-07-06T01:20:01.430-07:00wow.... this still exists!Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-864824982002-12-24T08:13:00.000-08:002002-12-24T08:13:47.403-08:00Every attempt I’ve made to launch this blog afresh has hit the dirt (to be absolutely precise, that’s how launching stuff is supposed to be – you hit the dirt, the dirt hits you back, and before you can say, “Okay wise guy, that hurt!”, you’ll be in orbit – at least, that’s what Newton says). Whenever I feel I’d like to write something, there’s no computer around, and whenever there is a computerPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-859854552002-12-14T01:05:00.000-08:002002-12-14T01:05:56.483-08:00October 14?????? Damn, I must have overslept! *&^%$$$$@$&* the alarm!!!!Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-829644952002-10-14T07:18:00.000-07:002002-10-14T07:53:57.000-07:00I keep seeing you - a haze of gold,
In warm memories of days gone cold.
Miss you.Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-825112422002-10-04T04:40:00.000-07:002002-10-12T22:20:13.000-07:00Every morning I walk out convinced I'm looking my best. Not that I find girls stopping in a crowded street to take a good long look at me. In fact, if I remember right, the last time that happened was about 17 years ago, when I had a face that could make any sumptous female go weak in the knees. But, not being the one to get disheartened easily, I still launch fresh operations on my hair, clothesPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-823551282002-10-01T00:51:00.000-07:002002-10-02T07:58:39.000-07:00Some bloke once said “Reading maketh the man”. Now, I am not certain who the fellow was, but the reader will find it self evident that he didn’t have the faintest idea about human anatomy. Next, the reader, though he / she is no Andreas Vesalius, may proceed to explain that it is actually “Bones, muscles, blood and the lot that maketh the man”, and I whole heartedly congratulate him / her for Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-816672702002-09-16T04:32:00.000-07:002002-09-16T05:44:46.000-07:00The Cootchie-Cootchie-Coo Episode (a.k.a Romeo, Juliet and Dr. Omkar Sachidananda Sharma)
Take 1.
Scene: Khushee's blog. Khushee is standing near her chatterbox, with her car nearby. She is gracefully moving her fingers over the windshield, with a loving look in her eyes, and a rosy blush on her cheeks. Prathap drives up in his car, and checks out Khushee from head to toe, then back to head Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-816164742002-09-14T20:09:00.000-07:002002-09-14T20:09:40.416-07:00WANTED
Prathap desperately wants new ideas for handsome postings on his blog. Any interesting stuff may apply. Like they say, age no bar. Religion no bar. Caste no bar. Sex baar-baar.Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-813459562002-09-08T23:32:00.000-07:002002-09-08T23:32:19.103-07:00She is Pooja Batra - na solah hai na satrah, woh hai ek MTV Bakra. Love the show!Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-813208702002-09-08T11:27:00.000-07:002002-09-08T11:27:24.540-07:00In his last 3 innings, Dravid's scores were 113, 148 and 217. Like Jebin says, it won't be long before an Englishman comes up with a movie "Drive it Like Dravid"...Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-812471222002-09-06T12:00:00.000-07:002002-09-06T12:00:37.046-07:00If I say “Humans breathe in Oxygen”, my esteemed readers are sure to put in a round of applause and chant “We agree! We agree!”, holding out a copy of Davidson’s textbook of Medicine, Volume 2, Page 232, where it has been beautifully described how Oxygen, on effecting an entrance into our bodies, forms a working alliance with the blood to cause a few vital changes in our systems. Now, if I were Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-809954722002-09-01T09:26:00.000-07:002002-09-01T09:26:52.196-07:00Some movies leave me without a clue. No, wait, I should rephrase that – some movies leave me with just a clue. The kind which aren’t just telling a story, the ones which are actually also selling ideas. Like Fight Club, or American Beauty. I see them the first time, and I see the story, but I realize the movie is not about only the story. And I have to see them again, and again, and every next Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-809168732002-08-30T07:10:00.000-07:002002-08-30T07:10:55.593-07:00From the film Liar Liar
A heart - to - heart talk between a father and his little son-
Son (sticking his tongue out) : "Dad, if I keep making faces, will my face eventually turn out like this?"
Dad (played by Jim Carrey) : "Nope. In fact, some people make quite a good living that way."Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-809167322002-08-30T07:07:00.000-07:002002-08-30T07:07:18.963-07:00A note of thanks to Madhu, for having pointed out a few problems in the blog.Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-808703302002-08-29T07:27:00.000-07:002002-08-30T21:27:25.000-07:00The story of gravity – for Aditi and all others who know zilch about the subject.
It was in the year 16…ummm… 16…. d-uh…16-something (I could tell you, but, broad-minded that I am, I can sense you wouldn’t be interested), when Sir Isaac Newton, a jovial, everyday 20-something youth came across a tree, like all jovial, everyday 20-something youths of the 17th century were bound to come across at Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-808154642002-08-28T00:55:00.000-07:002002-08-28T03:42:23.000-07:00Quips from Cartoon Network---
From Courage, the cowardly dog
A question in an online test which Courage is attempting-
"If Jamey has 3 apples, and Davey has 2 apples, why the hell don't they just shut up and eat?"
From The Addams Family
A conversation which ensues when Thing takes an overdose of grow-up tonic (For the uninitiated: "Thing" is a hand, only a hand, and nothing but a hand)
"ThingPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-807863242002-08-27T11:36:00.000-07:002002-08-27T12:05:15.000-07:00Yahoo! Chahe koi mujhe junglee kahe.... yup.
Ever since I was little, my mom's been telling me to ask God for whatever I wanted, and I used to giggle away, thinking how childish mothers could be ( i mean, I was only around 3, but I knew things didn't work that way. If they did, I'd have become a Superman long back ). Then there came the day when I got my first football, and I do admit I thoughtPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-807369602002-08-26T10:58:00.000-07:002002-08-26T10:58:40.316-07:00since I've started blogging, I've been a lot more observant about the things that've been happening around me, coz I have to write something down at the end of the day (no compulsion, but I'd like to anyways...). And to say that I still have nothing to write will sum it all up, as far as my day is concerned. btw, India wins (yay!). and, my commenting system has been "temporarily unavailable" Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-806961282002-08-25T11:53:00.000-07:002002-08-25T11:53:36.053-07:00Physically, I definitely do not resemble a wrestler. Indeed, you will have to possess more than a pinch of chronic myopia, a dash of equally serious nyctolopia, an assortment of various other seasoned -opias, and a piece (two would suit the purpose even more handsomely) of the finest crystal glass in your eye to ever so slightly mistake me for one. However, it is a funny fact of life that visiblyPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-806473342002-08-23T23:37:00.000-07:002002-08-23T23:37:32.163-07:00A piece of Geoffrey Boycott's commentary yesterday, when English bowlers started bowling bouncers in desperation-
"The Englishmen just want the Indians out- bowled out, knocked out or carried out."Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-806238582002-08-23T11:39:00.000-07:002002-08-27T00:28:55.000-07:00What does Spiderman say when he starts feeling naughty?
"Palat, Mary Jane..."Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-806238032002-08-23T11:37:00.000-07:002002-08-23T11:37:47.440-07:00My sister got married in June. My brother in law and his family are just too comfortable to be with, they are so friendly. My brother in law is doing his PhD. He has a sister just like I do. Her husband is one of the friendliest and funniest people I've met. He's a professor in mass communications in Illinois. However, there's news that he has a 100% block in one of his arteries, and major blocksPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-806234912002-08-23T11:30:00.000-07:002002-08-23T11:30:30.403-07:00Sidhuism at it's best -
"Omlettes are not made without breaking eggs."
"He's come down like a house on fire!!! He's flowing like a rampaging river!!!"
"He's like the Kohinoor."
"You got to be lynx-eyed to see in this light. The fielders are blind as bats."
"Thats a monster stroke!!! He has eyes of a hawk!!!"Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-806233612002-08-23T11:27:00.000-07:002002-08-23T11:27:00.256-07:00I'm trembling with excitement, thrill!!! It was just another test match, and things were going well for India, when suddenly, the umpires offered bad light to the batsmen. Ganguly preferred to bat on, and he and Tendulkar knocked up 88 runs in the next 6 overs... man, this is better than one day cricket! Explosive stuff! Turn off the A.C, its too cool!!!Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-805372962002-08-21T13:46:00.000-07:002002-08-21T13:46:42.170-07:00For the past few days, my “comments” link seems to have taken up an interest in the noble game of hide-and-seek. I don’t know how else I can explain it’s disappearance from my blog every other day. I tried subscribing to YAACS, but they sort of insist I keep up an appointment every 6 hours or so if I have to squeeze into the lucky list of members, and unfortunately, even though I have a wide Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-804859132002-08-20T11:46:00.000-07:002002-08-20T11:46:28.186-07:00God surely must be commended for all of his brilliant creations (of which I am also a part). However, if there was one thing He did wrong, it was at the time when He decided to conjure up the common cold. If it wasn't for this nuisance who makes it a point to put in a guest role in my life every 2-3 days, today would have been what I call perfect. Saw an exquisite pair of eyes in a restaurant Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-804399062002-08-19T12:03:00.000-07:002002-08-19T12:03:47.260-07:00Sometime, around a year back, I was hoping for May 31st, 2002. That’s the day my final entrance test was over, and I probably expected the world to take a hoola-hoop and spin it all around, do a couple of somersaults, shout “Aye Karamba!!!”, grab Saturn by the waist and plant a healthy kiss. Now, I don’t know if yours did, but my world did nothing of the sort. Yup, it was good riddance to Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-800721292002-08-10T11:27:00.000-07:002002-08-10T11:35:28.000-07:00Ever heard the song "Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven..." (featured in City of Angels)? Always felt its a beautiful song. And today, when I knew that Clapton actually composed it for his son when he died, I've come to respect the song. Such things always tend to lift songs from mere words and music. Have to admit, Clapton is one great artist. Also, don't miss "you look wonderful Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-800719962002-08-10T11:22:00.000-07:002002-08-10T11:44:17.000-07:00Was Jebin's B'day, so I spent most of the day there. Consequently, missed today's cricket. However, did play some actual cricket, and had a good time. Every experience I have in life makes me a better, wiser bloke. My 18 years of loafing about have taught me that its never too late to share a comforting word, that its never too late to lend a helping hand, that its never too late to spread a Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-800717972002-08-10T11:14:00.000-07:002002-08-10T11:14:31.376-07:00I am scared of cockroaches. I can't put it any clearer. In fact, I broke my finger a couple of weeks back, trying to jump out of the path of one. Ever since, my sister has been moving around in society calling me a comic. Now, I am speaking nothing but the plainest fact when I say Alexander the Great was born with a desire to conquer the world, Muhammad Ali was born with a hunger to win, Abraham Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-800364232002-08-09T11:32:00.000-07:002002-08-09T12:41:27.000-07:00was at the dentist's again... and with a show which would put poirot to shame, i unearthed the hidden identity of the umbrella i forgot there... finished tightening the brackets, with the result i took almost a lifetime to suck up dinner (one of the very few times i actually thought about how each thing i stuffed in tasted)... had a talk with the dentist on the best authors to read, a Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-799909202002-08-08T11:10:00.000-07:002002-08-08T11:10:03.716-07:00visit to dentist -> no snacks today. but it's fun chewing on the pain once you get used to it
-p-Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-799908122002-08-08T11:07:00.000-07:002002-08-08T11:11:31.000-07:00mathew hoggard knows how to bowl. boy! does he swing the ball well! reminds me of a certain alicia silverstone...maybe it's the curves!?!
-p-Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-799773302002-08-08T04:22:00.000-07:002002-08-08T04:22:43.393-07:00went to the dentist's today, left my umbrella there. this makes it my umpteenth umbrella i've lost there, in addition to five teeth. i've read somewhere that you've got to find your talents and use them to make money... i do have a subtle talent at losing things.... is anyone willing to pay me for losing stuff? and nope, by stuff, i don't mean fussy aunts or friends-who-bug.
-p-Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-799505872002-08-07T13:24:00.000-07:002002-08-07T23:52:52.000-07:00guess anything interesting you start on becomes addictive for a week or so... i've bin glued to the comp for the past so many hours trying to learn more about blogging... the time isn't far when my dad's gonna throw me out of the house with the phone bill pinned to my seat...Prathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3689444.post-799448702002-08-07T10:52:00.000-07:002002-08-07T23:52:28.000-07:00well, just came across a magazine story the other day where three guys were featured as the "New kids on the blog"... decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to find my way into a magazine myself, so here i am, another new kid on the blogPrathaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203460316089708775noreply@blogger.com0