99 Things bout Guys...

1.The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.

2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.

3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.

4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.

5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile when there attracted to them

6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.

7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.

8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.

9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.

10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.

11. Guys get jealous easily.

12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.

13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.

14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.

15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.

16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.

17. Guys are very open about themselves.

18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.

19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.

20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.

21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.

22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

23. Guys will brag about anything.

24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.

25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.

26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.

27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.

28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.

29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's
too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.

30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.

31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.

32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.

33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.

34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.

35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.

36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."

37. Guys don't really have final decisions.

38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.

39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your
boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.

40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.

41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.

43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.

44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.

45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.

46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.

47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.

48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.

49. A guy would give everything he owns to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.

50. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.

51. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of
us.

52. We don't like girls who are too skinny.

53. Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unnoticeable tell them about yours...

54. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..

55. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts...

56. Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.

57. When a guy sacerfices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.

58. We're not as perverted as you think we all are.

59. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER.

60. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.

61. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.

62. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going out with you.

63. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us.

64. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month and nothing more.

65. We never shave our legs. So get over it.

66. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just wrong............

67. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.

68. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.

69. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong."

70. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like to know that you love us.

71. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.

72. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you.

73. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway.

74. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship.

75. Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on.

76. And always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his stomach.

77. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.

78. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.

79. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is

80. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.

81. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.

82. Guys love their moms.

83. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.

84. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.

85. Guys think too much.

86. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.

87. when a guy loves you bring out the best in him.

88. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.

89. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong.

90. Guys like femininity not feebleness.

91. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him.

92. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!

93. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.

94. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them
more.

95. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.

96. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.

97. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!

98. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.

99. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway

Anniversary

Been meaning to write this for quite some time now. The following is the narrative of my anniversary (12th Oct 2009) .

I guess it started off about a month in advance. People call it "The Honeymoon Period". But I simply had to make this day as awesome as possible. After all you just have one "1st Anniversary".
Hence it began.

The Planning :
Well to begin with I needed a gift. But therein lied the biggest problem. I suck at gifts (sigh). So I tried figuring out what could be the best possible choice. And somehow every idea I had seemed worse than the last. From soft toys to jewelery to accessories, I thought about all of them. But darn nothing good enough (or in budget). Hence taking the easier way out I decided that my gift would be 1 whole day being spent with her and making it as much fun as possible.Yup. Sound about right. But as the days slowly crept by even this idea seemed shitty. Dammit what do I do now? I could feel panic gripping me. 29 days to go and i had no idea of my super special gift. The idea struck me in my ADBMS class (thanks Mangalore for being so darn boring). A calender. Simple yet nice. She would like it, yes. I mean what better way to show the passage of a year. And then I sat down to chalk it out.
With my imagination going seriously wild I planned on and on. Within minutes I had it prepared in my head. It looked wonderful (indeed). But then came problem #2. Raw materials (:O). In my imagination I hadn't considered this. Now what do I do? I needed pictures and relevant ones. I mean I couldn't go pasting up any crap in any random order. Ohk this keeps getting tougher and tougher. And once again the solution presented herself in the form of her dear friend. Voila! Why didn't I think of this earlier?
Sept 15: (almost a moth to go) I start getting the first batch of pics. Ok ok keep them coming. Pulled a couple more from here and there and within 10 more days I had quite a few of them.
Oct 2: (10 days to D day) We happened to hit a trip to Lonavala. Ah! What better excuse did I have than this to get me some pictures. Of course couldn't let her know then. Had loads of fun and even managed to get a few clicks here and there without attracting much attention. Anyways now armed with a good arsenal of pictures I sat down to make my calender. Now this was the tricky part. Selecting appropriate pictures and placing them with appropriate months. Luckily since I had sort of planned this out, I mostly knew what went were but once again I wasn't satisfied. But still I kept at it and finally I was ready with my 1st rough draft. This is when I called in my chic mentor and showed the damn thing. Criticism. More work. Draft 2 through 5. More criticism. Draft 6 ---> Hmmm, nice.
Oct 6: (6 days) Done. Finally I'm done. Now I just needed to figure out how to spend the day with her when Problem #3. There was a company coming the next day and I had to sit for it. So anniversary had to take a backseat. Anyways keeping the long story short, I cleared the company interview and got placed. Yay! Divi was positively jumping with joy. Best anniversary gift ever she said. Wow things finally looking up huh?
Oct 10: (2 days to go) Due to some reason I had just found out that Lavasa was an awesome place to go and I had unconditionally included it in my trip. But i didn't know the way. Again angelic surprise, a wild trip and problem solved. Looked like everything was falling slowly into place.
Oct 11: Plans go haywire. Apparently she had her mock pracs on the 12th. Mahn what a bummer. But not to be let down i rescheduled my plan, now accomodating her pracs. At the same time I needed a place for a nice dinner. Someone suggested Riverview. Ckecked it out, liked it, booked it. I had already informed my parents that I wud be coming back late. Then by a brilliant stroke of luck, I convinced Mom to let me make some cake and chops that I could take on the next day. This was still going on course.
7pm: I happen to come across a video of Pon n Zi. Some guy had made this for his girl. If he can why not me? I started on the video. By immense luck, I finished it within 10. Whoa! This is so great.
10pm: A friend of mine called up asking my plans. I laid them out. Funnily enough he asked me why I didn't write any poem this time also (had written one for V day). Great idea dude. But no time. Hence did the best thing possible. Wrote down a brief description of the year past with lines from a song. Now with my mouse on the send button I waited for 12 o'clock.

The Execution:
12 o'clock: The phone rings and "Happy Anniversary". The send button is clicked. The youtube address is mailed. Only a matter of time. "Wow, this is so nice...luv u".Cool! That must be the mail. "Omg, u made this for me?" Ohk that was the video. I could actually hear her voice getting heavy. The day had just begun.
Getting up at 5 was never so easy. I was up and out of the house by 6, racing down the road. Now the simple way I had planned to giv her the calender was : A treasure hunt. The clues were basically places that meant a lot to us and strategically placed around the city. I made them as such that we could start from the college and end up there at last. Hence clue #1 and it began. At a later clue by a nearby lake, I got out the cake and chops. Hugs :D. But unfortunately I had to get back to college by 9ish, leaving the hunt incomplete. While she was at her pracs, I took a quick nap and was back to continue the rest of the hunt.
Now I forbade her to open the envelopes till i asked her to and I had ordered them randomly, the last one being a pic of me and her. Now once the hunt was complete, I waited on her to change and come for dinner, picked her up and reached Riverview to a candlelight dinner. That was where I gave her the last and final envelope and shimmering eyes let me kno that she had loved the day. My plan was actually successful.
Getting back, we just hung out for sometime when her friends called her. Not knowing what the reason was, we hurried back in quite a downpour just to find the two of them with a pretty card and a rose. Wow. I wasn't the only one planning this out then.
Driving back to my home, getting drenched in the cold rain, I was happy. She hadn't said anything, but then again she needn't, her eyes had said it all and more. 1st Anniversary indeed.

Wow. Its been like two months since that day and now. 14 months have passed since I stood, soaking wet in the rain, asking her out. And still I'm up right now waiting for her to call me and wish me once again, just the same way she has been doing for the past 14 times.

Janitor's Night

The alarm started ringing again. It didn't matter to him. Not because he was used to it.It was Monday. And Monday was the end to a nice weekend. Pity that he did not do much this time. Just the bar and a couple of guys he played poker with. By Sunday night he had a bad hangover which he tried to compensate with some sleep. It didn't work. So here he was. Monday morning.

After the ablutions and the itchy shave, he picked up a suit and tried it on. It had been a few weeks and he was afraid that he had put on some weight. The suit was fine. The shave , not so much. Having creamed the cuts and adding the bandage he decided he wasn't up for this look. So, he removed the bandages. Now he looked more like a daredevil. He contemplated the dullness and thought about putting the bandage back on , but then decided to sport the look instead.

The phone call had come an hour earlier. The man on the other end was calm. He just wanted the service. Trash taken care of. And that's what he was good at now. Between the divorce and alimony and not being able to stick to a good job , this was the only thing Frank knew how to do well. He did not want to tell his 8 year old daughter what he did for a living , and he hoped he would never have to.No one wanted to realize that the father was a garbage disposal guy.

He walked into the Hotel Bar and ordered his favorite drink. Scotch. Fine. On the rocks. It didn't bother much to Frank that it was already 10 am. The drinks were a way to keep him off the 'life' he thought he was leading.He glanced around and found him. The man was sitting next to a briefcase and was wearing an overcoat and a fedora. Very chic, Frank thought to himself.Very Sherlock Holmes.He walked up to him and offered " Hard day isn't it ? Too hot." The flicker of recognition came as quickly as it vanished. The man said nothing. He simply walked away after paying for his drinks.

Frank watched the stranger walk away and then saw the briefcase still lying there. He thought for a moment and then decided to check the briefcase.People generally don't realize how disturbing, trash can be.And they certainly don't realize where it all goes.Its very convenient for everyone to just sweep it under the rug. "Hmmm", Frank sighed as he checked the case and uttered a grunt of dissatisfaction.Frank hated his job. He turned to the only friend he had.Alcohol.

He looked at the photographs. A sense of family .Something he never had. Something he desired. A family, A loving and caring mother and a helluva father. He took another sip and rested his eyes on the beautiful thing across the bar. Gathering his old school charm , he walked up to her and asked, " Would you like a refill ?" Drunk women were the best. They didn't know what was happening and the mornings would never hear the blame of using and pregnancies. The 'walk of shame' was theirs to bear.

After an hour, Frank decided it was time to take the next step. He invited the woman, Yana to his room for a little nightcap.Yana looked uncomfortable. The untanned finger on the left hand told tales about a ring but never the scoop. Frank decided not to ask. He threw the offer on the table. There was a moment of hesitation, but before he knew it he had her in his arms and headed towards the room with a silly grin on his face.

The room was dimly lit as according to the mood. Frank blurted " Are you married ? Am I going to be in trouble later ?" Yana smiled her perfect lips out. " No , there isn't going to be any interference. Now come closer." How the next 4 hours went by , only Frank knew. Yana got up and suddenly turned around and asked.... " do you snort ? , or do anything else? " It had been some time since he had succumbed. He thought about the white powder which had been the bane of his life. But, now he was clean. He calmly shook his head and laid back into the bed.

Yana was rummaging through the outer pockets of his bag. She found the cylinder and raised an eyebrow as she showed it to Frank. " If you don't do coke , what the hell is this? I know it's for snorting. " She smiled slyly as she moved across to the room to where her handbag lay. Calmly she took out the packet and spread out the white powder on the table. Using the thin metallic cylinder she took a deep snort and for a moment it looked as pure ecstasy.

Frank was tempted.

No ! For his daughter's sake , No !

There were too many tears to remind him of the hell he had been through.He just calmly watched Yana dig in. Ten minutes later, she was swaying. " Ah! What the hell... " Frank thought, and took Yana in his arms. Switching off the lights he started kissing her on her neck and before he knew it, they were both naked ....


The alarm...

It was just loud enough for Frank. He took his watch and switched it off. He looked over the bed and saw her with her hair strewn all over the pillows. He watched her for another ten minutes.Then he got up. Washing his face and then drying himself, he sighed. Yana was looking beautiful in the shallow rays of first light. Shaking his head he went to the briefcase. Last night was last night, he told himself. Today I have to get back to work. He saw the photographs again. A family. That's all he needed. And yet he was never going to get it.Pity.

He stood up and looked around. Careful as not to wake Yana , he tiptoed across the room on to the sofa where she was snorting coke up her nostrils last night. He looked around and he found what he was looking for. The cylinder. He calmly went back to the liquor cabinet and removed his bag which was idly lying right beside it. Rummaging through it he found his tool. The Glock 17. His trusted companion over the past five years. He calmly screwed the cylinder on the muzzle. The silencer was necessary. Early morning even a pillow couldn't muffle the sound.He thought twice as he looked at Yana , calmly taking his pillow to reduce the splatter , pointed the gun at Yana's head with the pillow at the side.

He sighed.

The shots came in quick succession. He didn't miss a step. Putting the pillow on top of her bleeding head, he wiped his fingerprints from all over the room wherever he had been careless enough to leave any. He looked at the photographs once again. The same photographs that had been handed to him by the stranger at the bar. They showed him and Yana on a boat. A happy memory.Frank knew that questions had no place in his job. He was essentially a Janitor. Cleaning other people's mess. And that's what he was paid for. He looked at the bed for a long time before leaving and sighed.

What a waste !


Note: This is not my piece, it was written by my senior, I liked it and hence copied it...

happy bday

"Life is what happens to you wen ur busy makin other plans"

John Lennon said dis probably relating to the randomness of life which is so terribly lacking in logic dat v choose to name dem karma n destiny.
I wonder wen i think bout my dear friend wat life wud b widout him? wonder who wil b my sole guide in d matters of females, wonder wat il do wid d silence of his voice, wonder if il miss his humour or long 4 dat ever friendly tit bit of advice in d days 2 come. i wonder because i tried sayin gudbye bt cudnt at all.
Even now as i sit here pennin stuff down i can only remember him laffin at sum silly joke, or tryin 2 get d number o a random chic in a mall. i remember him throwin a gala party every tym v gt 2gether. i remember him turnin a particular female down because she dint support his football team(Man U). i remember his happiness in all d moments v wer 2gether.
Like a wierd joke book dat mks u laf, i can only remember him frm d happy memories v shared 2gether wen he ws alive. and js like v learn to live wid d randomness of life by givin it names of fate n destiny, i guess m learnin 2 accept his death by lettin go of d sadness n livin with the images of his happiness, his only memories, in my head.
Dey say life always teaches u sumthin. his death tot me sumthing 2. it tot me abt hw short and beautiful life really is. so hw can i say gudbye 2 sm1 who gave me so much? i guess i js cant cuz i feel he is alive as ever in dose precise images in my head n will liv wimme till i die. i guess i really cant say gudbye 2 him...
So i guess on d ocassion of his 22nd birthday i definitely cant wish him Happy Birthday bt i can n will say Rest in Peace dude...ROCK ON!!!

BloodStone

The night was silent n the cold light of the fullmoon washed over the silhouettes of 2 men standin in the graveyard by an old tombstone surrounded by wolves. There was no sound other than the constant chirping of the crickets who seemed desperately trying to whisper something into the ears of those listening n d gentle wind whistling away, quietly kissin d drops of sweat n blood clingin to his brow. All of a sudden the hollow night was pierced by the baying of the wolves, their raw animal instincts excited by d smell of the blood drippin quietly on d red soil of the grave. Even those gnawin away at the flesh of the dead looked up, their jaws drippin with blood, yellow eyes shining in the pale moon light, at the wounded man, savouring the meal to come.

"What's wrong, Brother dearest?", sneered the tall man, with a wicked glint in his eyes, his voice reduced 2 merely a whisper, "Can't beat ur own blood n bone can u now?".

With a savage growl, the wounded man made a weak attempt to pounce at the taller man but failed n landed face first in a pool of blood. He felt drops of rain start to hit his bleedin body, coldly numbing the pain, the sweet taste of blood mingled with water now slowly trickling down his scarred face to his mouth. Summoning his last ounce of strength he got up.

He coughed up blood into his open hands, the pain slowly numbin his brain, fogging his vision, n said, "Why don't you kill me already? Ease my pain will you..You have already killed all of my kin..Atleast those still loyal to me anyway..Why spare me? Is it because I m your brother?"
With an angry snarl, the taller man leapt at him, pinned him to the ground, his fangs inches away from his face n spoke in barely a whisper, "Don't be under that misconception brother. Family means nuthin to me now."

The man's face twisted in a satisfied smirk. "You are as naive as ever. You'll never have it brother. It was never meant to be yours. Father had seen the hatred in your eyes and made sure you never did...."

"ENOUGH!!!", screamed thre man n as quick as a flash ripped the still beating heart out of his body. "He's all yours.", the hatred in his eyes shining as he rose from the mangled body of his now dead brother. Licking his fingers, he watched his wolves pounce on him, tear him to shreds n devour him whole, his face still twisted in that satisfied smirk.

His mouth curved into a wry smile. He looked up to the moon, feeling the rain hit his face, opened his mouth n let out a cry so haunting dat it froze the marrows of those listening n suddenly with a gasp she woke up, panting.