The day my son came out clean-Thanks to Zohan

Today was a red lettered day for me and my son.Today I managed to snatch him out of the comfort and safety of his mom-mom’s perimeter and introduced him to the monthly grind of MAN-a haircut,much to his Mom-mom’s dismay ! Now….. this was special.To me it was inevitable.I had to prepare for months to make this introduction to manhood as much smooth and assuring as possible.I know I have to do it again-when I will have to introduce him formally to the world of poontang and explain to him how to keep his happy zone ‘happy’ but I now have the confidence that IF I ever have to do it I will make a good job out of it. This was just the begining of our mutual understanding which I want to transform into a rewarding dad-son relationship where we can tag team together to have fun with the national pride and passtime of REAL MEN- enjoy mom-mom turn into a fireball with our antics and make the idle hours of our days into a real life Pong arena-save our souls from relentless brickbatting of kitchen items 🙂 It can’t get more real than this !

Couple of Snaps taken yesterday with my new CENTRO – Verdict : The camera rockz …..

The camera rockz big time.even better than my HTC herald @ 2Megapixels.Took it for a  ride last afternoon and thought of testing out the color and the fixed focus.Simply superb! Took the snaps for the cocktails we ordered.

The Art of Self Contradiction,and an unlocked Palm Centro

I have an all together different view towards mobile phones.Weird sometimes and according to some of my friends-freakish.Don’t know how much that is true but yes I do know that my tastes are often off the track.People adore iphone,some people cry for not being able to afford one and some write posts about those crying men-but I hardly care for the iphone as much as I do about the sexually abused goats of east Baloch province of Pakistan.Naturally my entire blog was silent when some of my fellow bloggers were masturbating on the premature ejaculation of “iphone launch in India”. Now the question may predictably arise why do I have such a toxic attitude towards the global object of mass masturbation ? The answer is simple even if I ignore the maddening rants of reasoning from my inner soul.I dont think that a phone is a phone until it has some hardware keys.Archaic ? may be but to me its like a tranny who is a man wihtout balls.The tranny can have a hard on and fuck like a mink but cannot procreate.Thats why in the end when she(or he ) goes to bed with a man the entire affair becomes so very decisively and literally gay. Not that I have anything against gay people or trannies or the gay men customers of trannnies but I had to draw this possible homo erotic reference just to prove that iphone is gay.

iPhone is GAY !