appendix to long neglected post-
it is understood there was drinking and it remains an ongoing evil that spreads unchecked among the bloggers.the reasons for such dissolute behaviour are of course at a variance with the weather in the monsoons as it has been observed that kids drink even on the days it doesnt rain becoming in this manner reflections of the irascible sardar who wrote of his time in the company of women famously remarking obviously not original that he drinks on two days...the other gifts of nature are women and roadside peeing.the first will turn into monstrous sexbombs sooner or later and the latter phenomenon will keep hostile aliens at bay. i have so far resisted all temptation to write about office and i still persevere in my resolve.i dont mind saying however that tears are gods way of telling us to wash our face.and so gandhi saves the day with passive resistance again as i refrain from violence.the violence that guevara says brings into being something new and that violence that is khali's neck twisting rapture.this ranting is a conscious mechanism not to touch a sore feeling that too violently wrenches at the pit patting something in my chest that flaps its wings about and shakes itself dry everytime it is swept away by a pretty duckie. obviously those who know about it will not be surprised that sarju bhai chews khaini,those who know bambi are generally never surprised,binoo just elicits a guffaw to just think that he wears sport shirts all the time although in all fairness it has to be said that his attacking stance at his left handed wicket is awe inspiring, and bittu looks to be doing all the nations and races numerous populous and unscrupulous till his children look like their mothers and he spanks them mercilessly.or maybe he will go to the bay and either swim or sink since either ways he's getting high unless he is wading in and out with a bubbly sea that rises and writhes about like a feminine catharsis in low gravity