If you have to ask then it is whatever you choose :) Or if you prefer the carollian way

`When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, `it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’

`The question is,’ said Alice, `whether you can make words mean so many different things.’

`The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, `which is to be master — that’s all.’

Very much so! Cooked Chicken Chettinad, Chepala Pulusu and Avial for my guests to give them a flaaver of south india and watched jodhaa askbar with a bunch of friends and partied hard.What more one can ask for on a long weekend.

As for the mature “you”, so sorry to hear that. Though it’s good to hear all is well in Meghaland ;)

BTW, did you know Govinda’s Superman dance made its debut on Colbert Report last week?

Pfft! You are not the wonly one, btw. Who said doing that tag was against my conscience? It’s perfect for my ego and my ego is the purpose of my blog. As for your assumptions, I get invited to write for fancy type blogs practically everyday. And impressing girls? Frankly, I don’t even have to try these days. My inherent grace, charm and style are enough.

As the saying goes, when you assume, you only make an ASS out of U & Me. Now I am already an ass. But are you one? More than that, are you comfortable being one? That’s the pertinent question.

[JB] C’mon. If you know men (plural) then you will obviously know useless men. (plural again) It is the first law of probability, they say. Well, I say. As for why you are Salem steel, that is a very good question. While I have some theories about that (most of which revolve around men who cannot understand your true worth and other such depressing lines of thought) I think the likes of Lou Boy and Ravages Boy are better equipped to tell you why you shouldn’t be single, and THAT is a much better thing to focus on. What say?

And yes, gorgeous long weekends with 60F temperatures aren’t meant to be spent planning new blog posts or writing comments on old ones. For that we have the entire work week anyway, na? Thus, first thing Tuesday morning, we write replies :)

[anantha] Precisely my point. You do lame-ass tags that involve making people re-read your posts. (A tag that I will still do, no matter how many times I diss it.) I on the other hand, put my blog in hibernation, forget all about traffic and then come back with an original post. I am true to my art and not selling my soul or conscience. Hah. Now who’s the cop out? Huh huh? Total ‘Hello kettle, you are black’ moment, this is. And you had a clever purpose for doing the tag aa? Knowing you, that has to be about one of three things only - a) Thalaivaar b) a chance to become a guest writer at some fancypants blog c) a chance to impress some girl. Since a paploo recycle post isn’t gonna get you a) or b), I’m assuming this has to be c). Now why would any girl be impressed by your recycled posts tag, you ask? She won’t. But that doesn’t stop you from trying. So there.

[ArSENik] Objection milord. I am only responsible for the PJ part. The intellectual poetry is not my own. Please to not credit us with things we are incapable of doing. Our feelings will be hurt. Sniff.

[Paddy] Ammo. Waito waito. Are you complimenting me or giving gaalis? With you, one needs a dictionary for both, so it is best to ask. We thoroughly approve of the shiraz though. Long weekend was most awesome! Hope yours was good too?

[gvenum]

As India needs Bangladesh to bring out their best in cricket, we need the puddle (devoid of any lou these days) from time to time to get these gems out of you.

You see, it is very simple. One just needs a punching bag. Sometimes it is Cushion Kumar. Sometimes it is Altaf Raja. And yet sometimes it is Lou Puddle. We are not picky. We work with whatever we get. Adjusting, we are.

The only difference between your pakka and a blatant lie is the italicization.

Hmpfh. You just wait and see. I’ll do that tag next and prove all my detractors wrong. Mwahahaha!

[Lalita] Sigh. You, milady, come in that special category of women who shall be romanced and serenaded to, even when they are getting their dentures made. You cannot assume that the rest of the world works in the same glorious way. But tell us? Why don’t we get to see any of these brilliant, poignant and snarky valentines on your blog? Isn’t that the first rule of interesting valentines? That you share them with the world?

[Nightwatchmen] Ahoy! Long time, no ocean! To answer your question - pliss to notice that, according to Chutku, only the men *I* know are completely useless, not men in general. So as long as you don’t know me, you (and the other members of your sex) have some usefulness left in you. Such a gladdening thought that is, innit?

And nah, writing a classy, wine + flowers + poetry post on Valentine’s day would have been a bit much, even for the Paris-returned, fancypants us. You were there recently, you say? Yay for being there, with or without company. But eating sandwiches and drinking iced teas you say? Whyever so? Why not eclairs and croissants? Why not crepes in a rum sauce? You need a good talking to, methinks. (We are not big on LI-iced teas though, so we won’t hold that one against you.)

ps .. If your wingmate is anything like some of the folks I know, the title should have been Bhine, Bhalentine and Pho-tree, no? Oh and since you mention wingmates - would this be a certain well-known institute of technology in Forgotten Land, Eastern India, by any chance? Just curiously wondering.

[Fleiger] Yes yes. One of us became a responsible adult and the other sixteen have punched her senseless, so all is good in our world once again. Pliss to share this theory now?

[witnwisdumb] Paah. When did I say I no get flowers at all? Even with an eight-year-old, I chose my words carefully. But thankoo! ASCII roses warm the cockles of my geek heart. Now I can say I have seen everything :)

[Aghast in Anakapalle] Oye, lie-speak-crow-bite ki aulaad. I said not yet. At this rate I will go to my python (my-kaa, that is) and you will be left watching. Hee haw!

[Hammy] Thankoo :) At least someone has acknowledged that it exists. My WTF-goodness, that is. Wholesome Tutti-Fruity goodness, I mean, of course.

I thought you would be here, dripping and puddle forming.

I guess he is doing the same at his blog, hopefully reflecting on what he writes/posts these days and the monster he has become.