Showing posts with label stepMAN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stepMAN. Show all posts

May 18, 2009

Adventures of StepMAN.....will be soon

After 3 months in Brazil.
After 3 months of pleasure.
After 3 months in heaven
After 3 months of gain.
The Hero is back.
He will fight the thug,
kick the fiend.
break the rogue.
All for you people.
Let me reveal my mystery soon
Be sure you do read all my adventures.
For I am back with a bang.

WL definitions 1

Assumption:
The Superhero is not responsible for the insanity in this post.All definitions are based on StepMAN's creative brain and its copyright protected under US act.The hero has treated each member of this lounge as an entity , Co ordinator or a process.Its because he is inspired from Distributed Computing in Network Systems.StepMAN urges all the software Engineers from Writers Lounge to forgive the superhero for breaking the SWE Protocol and violating code of ethics for the same .This is for fun and purely done for masti.Blame Sandeep Balan for the masti Mondays.Here we define :)

1.Sandeep: It is the art in which one cordinator pulls and makes mockery of another co ordinator through means of humour coupled with emotions ,feelings and philosophy.The humour quotient of this entity is too high.The process here tries to attract other co ordinates attention

2.Asbah: The process of staying away from the Lounge irrespective of holding an important position.The Variant of Asbah is called Rashism.

3.Ste: The art of making fun of the cordinator at its own expense. Here the process is uniquely identified with the jokes made by other co ordinators.

4.Hashan:When a bit of masti is coupled with Sandeep then we get a new entity called Hashan.Its a variant of Sandeep.

5.Leo:The art of writing poetries. The other variants of the same are Pink Orchid,Prats etc.

6.Tan:The unique tendency of a process to derive inspiration from others work to such an extent that the process itself may try to come up with new ideas and concepts.

7.Chirag:Its the threshold limit of a process in execution where the process gets over operated and erroneous effects.This is the highlight of this process.

8.Sonshu:The process tries to work out for a unique indentification by certain claims with certain nicknames. Eg. the entity may try to call it as a prince of a non existing land.

9.Lover:Its is love, betrayal and emotions coupled with poetries.

10:Maverick : When sadness and darkness cross the threshold limit,Maverick is formed who di splays a gamut of emotions through dark poems.

11.Anurag:The art of hiding or staying away from the lounge for a certain period of time. The variants are Dish,Priyanka,Akansha etc.

12.Aarthi: Its the process at the excited level .


hope the definations were funny:) More defintions coming:p

May 16, 2009

ELECTIONS RESULT!!!! AND MANY MORE

My party lost. NDA lost.BJP lost and moreover Advani lost. Guys ,I'm shattered,I'm tarnished.How could the results go against BJP.We were allset to establish a democratic front and a decisive goverment.A total spoilsport of everything.The superhero has spent several sleepless night for this day to get the biggest shock of his life.I remember dancing on street as a 7 year old kid on Mumbai streets when 1998 Loksabha poll results were announced.I was seeing Vachpayee as our spinal cord of our system all though he couldnt do much.God!Is this the end of BJP.Will we ever form a goverment atleast after next 20 years which would be the era of Rahul Gandhi and Priyanka Gandhi as the backbone of our nation.A stupendous display and a great result by the congress.I had 10 kg of Barfi's with me and desperately I was standing outside the BJP headquarters outside Delhi with crackers and everything.So that once the results would be announced I would directly go to temple and pray for our next goverment.It has not been a single day where I didn't go to Siddhivinayak Temple and pray for Advani ji and BJP. Was there any flaw in our election campaign or did congress outplayed us.We are shattered.Don't worry guys BJP would probably come into power for sure and StepMAN will be your leader.

Any way congrats Mrs Sonia ji,Dr.Manmohan and Mr.Rahul ji

Signing off for today,
StepMAN..
Jai Astonpark,Jai Jupiter


Comes from a very upset BJP supporter ......JAI BHARAT...BHAY HO!!!!!

Aila!! StepMAN is back with a bang.Also wishes for Anurag

Woaa,I'm back to my mothers womb after a long time.Guys ,I know this doesn't makes sense.
Any way I would like to thank Asbah,the great founder of Writers Lounge.I have lots to say .To make this more special ,I would like to start off with a dedication.This is for Anurag.Being a superhero I don't know much about him. I'd just seen it from the birthday list.Anurag, you are blessed dude,coz the superhero himself is dedicating a poem to you.Guess,this will develop a mutual friendship between you and me.



With 92 angels,
and 1 devil,
all sitting in the Lounge,
I write a poem for the dude,
Its the dude 's birthday today,

Hurray,Yippie!!
Lets Celebrate.
Aila!!birthday aaya.
Together we rock,
the hero writes.
God to bless you,
his angels to wish you
Stepman rocks,yes even you rock.
Happy brithday Anurag
- Greetings from StepMAN.

Another thing,today I'm going to talk about someone whom I miss the most. She is a sweetheart and I bet she is one.She is a concealed indentity, who doesn't wishes to reveal her identity.I promise today on anurags birthday,you will accept my friendship . I would be soon revealing my identity on WL very soon.May be by next week.Today I guess I told one of my biggest secret to Sonu.Hope she doesnt creates a covert channel. Now ,I take this opportunity to create this opportunity to thank Asbah,Ste and Sandeep for creating this heaven on earth.
Kajal,you are a sweet heart.Where is your friend aka enemy Ste.Guess ,Pratsie told me that you and Ste had a fight over some issue and he left the Lounge.Is it true,pinks?.
Mridy , I know you are in some island .I promised you I will introduce you to Ishika ,on of the popular bimbo in that place.9987333333,its her number.Do call her,she would offer her services to you at a reasonable price.I want you to see with Mridy.
Pratsie,my godmom ...I know that the guest has troubled you.Trust me we both will have a girl child and name her prats and your guest ...oops sorry my guest will love baby prats.I'm still missing Arjun and Nan,also Balan.Is Balan still flirting with the pink orchid. I tried decoding her interview and got to know mushy mushy from the pink orchid.Hope she gets well soon.
Sonu,finally I followed your blog sweetheart.Rose and Roshni,ahh!!gosh ..I'm happy that I can tickle your funny bone.I want to know more about Ms.R.Don't know why?.I happened to write a poem for her on my blog where I declared my feelings for her.You are the centre of attraction for me in WL. I just came here to tackle and the guest and I sighted the angel in disguise.I don't know if I will get beaten up if I reveal my identity.This flirting is actually done by the hero and not the face behind StepMAN.Trust me even if you feel bad after I reveal my identity,I hope we would make good friends.

flying across the sky,
my eyes glanced her.
Looking at her,
I fell down upon my knees.
O! dear,O! dear
what has happened to me?
is something wrong?
Or it was her magic!
I'm shocked, I 'm mesmerized.
She made me smile,
With those innocent eyes.
I knew her not,
Nor does she,
Just wish if she was with me.
Upon the clouds,
with birds flying high,
My love for her started ,
I promise I'm will be back,
With a bang just for you,
I don't know you,
But you will know me soon.
Let me remain disguise,
a hidden knight,
Starving to sight my princess,
Show me your face,
That seraphic smile,
and those cherabic look,
Come to me,Sweets!
for your superhero is here,
searching for his supergirl,

Ms.R THIS WAS FOR YOU :P



Signing off StepMAN.
Aapka Apna Superhero,Writers Lounge ka hero.

Jai Astonpark,Jai Jupiter

February 20, 2009

Get closer to StepMAN....My first post on the Lounge...

Hey,Lounge valo
Mujhe pehchaano,
Mein hun aaya ,
Mein hun man
Mein hun man
Mein hun kaun
Mein hun,Mein hun
Mein hun StepMAN.



Yays, I can't believe this guys. I am really very happy that I am considered as a superhero in the Lounge. Yes, I am a superhero no doubts ,but this Lounge has given me love. I really feel proud after reading those series written by Sandeep ,Asbah,Priyanka,Kajal and Arjun. I some times feel that they have exaggerated at certain parts. I was not the same as described by these people. I was adored by chicks wherever I go.

" Wherever StepMAN goes, chicks follow him "

I should be thankful to one of my best friend Sandeep Balan. He has put in so much efforts to bring this adventure series of mine. Secondly I would like to thank "The Solitary Writer" who is my mirror image. It was because of him that my series is still alive. Every week I will write a post to get a feedback from all my fans out here.I want to know how people acknowledge my work. Last week I'd been too busy as I had travelled to Brazil. The BIM i.e Brazil Institute of Management had asked me to give a lecture to its management student.They also asked me to advice brazilian girls not to wear bikini's in beaches. StepMAN is always surrounded by chicks and this point pissed me off . After giving my speech , I flew over the green amazon forest and the beaches of Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro. I am sorry ,my dear fans. Due to my hectic schedule , I am not able to process my fans request and because of which the request database is flooded with messages. I assure you that I will see through your requests and come up with a sure shot solution to all your problems.Recently ,a very famous telecom company had selected me to endorse their products and they have given me the status of being their brand ambassador.It is in the first time in history that a superhero is made brand ambassador of any organisation.I also got a chance to act in Ram Gopal Verma's next movie ,but I refused to accept it after seeing "AAG". I will be shortly seen in a commercial ad where I will be seen with Katrina Kaif endorsing Jepsi, a coldrink.
Dushmano ka dost,
Dosto ka dushman.
mein hun StepMAN.

I would like to utilize this post to answer my fans letter.This is the first letter that I got from my Loyal fan who loves me.

1. StepMAN, you promised me that you will send me gifts for my birthday which was on 15th February. Everytime I used to wait at the door so that the postman would come to bring StepMANs gift.You have disappointed me. When I asked you again,you told me that you had send me loads and lots of Cadbury chocolates. When you said this,my mouth started watering.And when I wait at the door on my birthday,the postman says that you don't have any letters. You know I was crying and my mummy didn't knew about this.Even my bhaiyya who works in a famous company in Mumbai didn't told anything about you.StepMANs gift was precious to me. I am very sad StepMAN.I hate you.You lied and you are not a Superhero.I will not talk to you.If you want me to talk to you,then send me 7 big bags of chocolates. Love you Superhero ...StepMAN..Superheroes ka baap.
-Sandhya Balan ,Kerala


Reply
Dear Sandhya,
I am extremely happy to know that I have got great fans like you.As I had already told you,StepMANs main strengh lies in his fans and peoples happiness.I had send you a big box of cadbury chocolates on 14th February,2009.Just check it out with the postal department.Some one one the way must have gorged over the chocolates. If not I will again send you 7 big bags of chocolates along with cashewnuts and almonds for you and your family.But in return ,I will need 10 Jackfruits and two big sacks containing fresh coconuts for free.Thank you for this letter Sandhya.StepMAN loves you all.

I will be replying to my fans query and letters every week .You can contact me
http://step-man.blogspot.com/
or add me on my gtalk
stepcock@gmail.com

or send me an sms to FRIEND SMAN < your details > to 3533.

StepMAN loves everyone in the Lounge
Kisses !!!

StepMAN Fans Message Box

Plz leave your comments for the StepMAN image (courtesy: John Kingsley) and the theme music launch here.

Hail StepMAN!

February 19, 2009

Bill Gates Learns to Download!! (The Adventures of StepMAN - 6)

To read the earlier parts Click here

# Co-written by Arjun n Sandeep. (Thanks a ton Arjun for taking time out despite your busy schedule and penning such a hilarious part.)


Stephy, who’d had an early morning holy dip into the college drainage chamber couldn’t bear with his own stench anymore. The stench was nauseating. The drainage chamber was the home of a colony of cockroaches and incidentally one had tagged along with Stephy, which was presently busy in sight seeing. Prof. Rag stood like a cowboy contemplating Stephy top to bottom, wondering if Stephy could fit in into horror movies. The cockroach reached Stephy’s left thigh, which made him raise his right leg. Prof. Rag zoomed in avidly with his imaginary camera on to Stephy’s thighs. The cockroach seemed to be enjoying this exploration of it’s almost ‘second home’ and further strolled to Stephy’s right thigh, which made him lift his left leg shaking his upper torso feverishly. Prof. Rag thought he had found his perfect disciple as he observed and admired Stephy’s Dev Anand dance steps. Stephy then did a sudden pelvic thrust when the cockroach bit him, which reminded Prof. Rag of Mithun. “A solo performance from him on the freshers’ night, surely” he made a mental note.

Stephy, who couldn’t handle all this anymore, dashed back in full speed into the hostel corridors, almost beating P.T Usha’s record by a whisker, breezed through his room doors and jumped into the bathroom. Arjun, who had just sprayed almost a gallon of perfume on his neatly pressed shirt, hurried out of the room to head to the classroom. Meanwhile, Stephy showered briskly singing along a fast-forwarded version of the Tarzan song. He then, slued to his cupboard, found the keys of the locker and drew out a concealed blue flowery boxer from it, put it on and safely locked up the locker. He then dug out a pair comprising of a fluorescent green shirt along with a red trouser, which he had specifically bought for the first day of college to impress girls. His funda in life was simple. Pass the message to the girls that you are a colorful personality and they will fill your life with colors. Clothes were the best way to create that impression. Stephy knew deep within that he was unique. He took great pride when people admired him for his stylish dressing sense. All throughout school and Graduation College, all his classmates had admired this dressing sense. Seldom did he know that they all laughed behind his back. They always asked him for the secret behind his unique combinations, but he never gave anything out. Today was no different. He wanted to stand out from the crowd. He did not want to get lost in the swarm of college students in starched blue shirts and black pants. He combed his hair, flipped away the comb, blew a kiss to his image on the mirror and announced to himself- “All you girls, look out, here I come…” and fled to reach his classroom.

As and when he entered the corridors like a vagrant, he realized that he was already running late by 15 minutes to the class. As he approached his classroom, he noticed a bald headed professor addressing the class. The professor announced- “Now that I’ve told you about this college and it’s history, I’ll tell you something about myself. I’m Prof. T.H Narayan.” Arjun, who was sitting surrounded by girls, commented- “T.H Narayan is nothing but Three Hairs Narayan.” Few girls laughed while a few nerds made faces of disgust. Stephy, from the door interrupted and asked in express speed- “Excuse me Saaar, Can I please get in Saaar?” and smiled like a joker. “Why are you late, my boy? This is the first class of your course and you are late?” Prof. T.H Narayan looked worried more so with his zany outfit. Stephy held both his hands shyly like a bride and let out another smile. Prof. Narayan, who was a BP patient, counted 1 to 10 in his mind, exhaled deeply and said out of helplessness- “Get in, but don’t repeat it.”

Most girls in the class recognized him and made strange faces at his very sight. Stephy stood there and scanned the whole class. Every seat besides a girl had been occupied. This was just a makeshift classroom for the orientations. He was told that they would be having their class in amphitheatre shaped classrooms where they would sit according to their roll numbers. Stephy was desperately praying to god to be sandwiched between two girls in that roll call list. Stephy found a seat on the third bench. Arjun, who contemplated Stephy top to bottom, let out another comment such that all the girls could hear- “Look at that dumbo roomie of mine, he looks like a door-to-door salesman with his green-red combo today. Hey Stephy, do you sell socks or frocks?”

Stephy sat lost, dreaming about the whole drama that went on since yesterday till this moment. All of a sudden, his stomach started to churn. It was making strange grunting noises. The jamalgota inside him had started its effect once again. He felt a desperate need to have a tête-à-tête with nature. The Professor continued- “Last year, when Mr. Bill Gates was here, I invited him to my house to show my…”

“Toilet” Ste stood up. “Saaar, urgent toilet. Please let me go.”

Prof. Narayan counted 1 to 10 in his mind, exhaled deeply and calmly said- “Go. Get lost.” Stephy ran to the loo, while the professor explained to the students as to how the whole chain of his thoughts break if any one student interrupts the whole class. Anyway, after the small lecture, he began again with- “Last year, when Mr. Bill Gates was here, I invited him to my toilet…that stupid boy…I am extremely sorry students…Last year, when Mr. Bill Gates was here, I invited him to my house”

“Can I come Sir?” Stephy asked sheepishly from the door. “I mean, can I come into the class, Sir?” he repeated. Once again, Prof. Narayan did his counting and cynically allowed him into the class. Arjun laughing at Stephy, this time commented- “Fully downloaded uh? What was the download speed?” and giggled away. Stephy did settle down in his seat but was feeling really uncomfortable. The jamalgota in his system was still playing tricks. He was doomed to visit the loo all over again now. Prof. Narayan for the third time, again continued- “Last year, when Mr. Bill Gates was here, I invited him to my house to see my house. He knows my wife well because of her involvement in charity work and asked if he could take her along with him to my...”

“Toilet” Stephy stood again and said- “Saar, need to go to the toilet again.Urgent toilet Saar”

Prof. T.H Narayan who was a BP patient did no longer control himself, he almost pulled off those three hairs that was left in him, grabbed his ink pen, aimed and flung it towards Stephy and ran towards him.


## NavChawla StepTAGGED for co-writing the next with me

February 17, 2009

The Adventures of StepMAN: Blogisode 5

To read the earlier parts Click here

# Co-written by Kajal(Pink Orchid) n Sandeep

** Starring: Stephy, Ms. Shabnam Lele, Ashrita, Nabila, Uzra, Nandhini, Anchita, Rags

Stephy was crawling up unaware of the dangers awaiting him a few feet above. Ms. Shabnam Lele was singing Tu mera jaanu hain, tu mera dilbar hain at the top of her voice. Stephy had reached the point where the pipe crossed the ladies bathroom. The song forced him to halt and peep within. “Meri prem kahaani ka, tu jaanu hain…Par premgranth ke panno par…apni takdeer toh zero hain”, Shabnam kept on singing unaware of the preying eyes. Stephy intervened, Madam, its Meri prem kahaani ka, tu HERO hain……n not Meri prem kahaani ka, tu JAANU hain…gaana toh correct gaaya karo! Atleast sing in tune yaar…anuradha paudwal will commit suicide if she sees such pathetic rendition of her song!! ” Ms. Shabnam Lele just stood there dumbfounded. She was too shocked to react. It was at that moment that Stephy realized where he was. Shabnam screamed at the top of her voice, “Bachaaoooooooooooo….Bachaaaaoooooo….Nirdayiiii…Nirlajjj insaaan, Ruk main teri complaint karti hoon...badtameez student....besharam….Cheapo……..Bachaaaaoooooooo”. She hurled her green coloured towel on Stephy in an act of self defence. Stephy managed to catch it, but in trying to do that, let go off the pipe. He slipped and came down in full speed with the pipe rubbing and scratching his body and face all over. Bluppp!! He fell directly into the open sewage which he had so carefully avoided on his way up. He was dripping with a black mucous type liquid when he came out of the stinking sewage and only his eyes were visible. Stephy actually resembled a walking statue carved out of lead. He had Shabnam’s towel still tightly clutched in his hands.

It was almost 8 in the morning and he could see people all around the campus. He could not afford to head back to his room through the pipe. He was scared to do that now. He draped the towel in a flash and tried to walk towards his hostel wing. At that very moment, two girls walked out of the wing 3(girls hostel) hand in hand. They were whispering and giggling, completely unaware of Stephy’s presence. They were heading straight towards where he stood now. Stephen prayed they would be unaware of what had happened the last night at wing 1 of the girls’ hostel. An idea struck him all of a sudden and he decided to stay still like a statue. So he just froze in his position with his hands over his head. As the girls came closer, the girl towards the right budged her partner, “Hey Ashrita, look there. See they have the statue of the humpty dumpty in our campus here. Look look. My teacher never told me that Humpty Dumpty was actually this fat!! But he almost looks like he will spring back to life any moment”. Ashrita herself was amused as they approached the spot where Stephy stood, “Strange Nabila! Really strange!! How could I miss this yesterday? Pretty lifelike yaar. Cutie cutie this statue is. Shweeet. Obese-ness personified, that’s what Humpty Dumpty really was. Call Nandhini, Uzra and Anchita quickly. We will do our group studies beneath this statue from today yaar. We can use this to dry our clothes as well. See there is lot of space here. Humpty Dumpty is really huge. Wow…these 2 years are going to be so fun. Look at that belly of Humpty Dumpty…he he he he….lets hang our handbags on him. Here I go”.

Stephy did not know how to react. The jamalgota inside Stephy’s system had started showing its effect. The pressure was becoming unbearable for Stephy. He could see Nabila running to her wing from the corner of his eyes. Within a minute she was rushing back with three girls in tow. He just stood there praying to God that the girls walk away. The girl whom the others were addressing as Uzra seemed really excited at the sight of this statue. She scanned the statue from top to bottom. She turned to others and said, “Our Humpty Dumpty just has a towel on him yaar. It is so cold here in Delhi yaar. It’s freezing right now and here is our Humpty Dumpty standing only in a towle!! Agar yeh zinda hotey, toh bol rahe hote ki kaisi ladkiyaan hain jo itna bhi khayaal nahi rakhti. Lets make Humpty Dumpty a girl naa. What say? I will try to tear my old pajamas and stitch it around his waist. And this towel is so dirty. This needs a wash. Let me pull it off him and give it to the laundry". Stephy was shaking in his boots. He did not want any more embarrassment and land up the laughing stock of the college for the next two years. Uzra came forward to pull of the towel when Nandhini stopped her. “We will do it post our classes yaar. We are getting late. I chose MBA over an MS in Intelligent Systems Design and I want to do full justice to my decision yaar. Lets head for the class”, Nandhini commanded. Stephy heaved a sigh of relief. Within a few minutes there were around 15 girls standing all around him gaping in amazement. They garlanded him with their handbags and college bags. Stephy’s face was covered with bags now. He could not see a thing due to the obstruction. He didn’t budge a muscle. Stephy had his hands over his head when he had decided to play a statue. Now with all the bags on his hands and head, his hands were stuck. His stomach was paining really bad now, courtesy the jamalgota in his system. In his effort to contrast his stomach muscles to avoid embarrassment, Stephy could feel the towel slip down a little. The knot had started untying itself. He tried freeing his hands out of the tangle it had got into. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwww….Humpty Dumpty is alive……..Aaaaaawwwwwwww…”, screamed the girls in unison with Uzra’s scream overpowering the rest. The towel had started sliding off and Stephy could not get the bags off his head. Scared at the sight of their cutie statue springing back to life, the girls started running here and there. Somehow managing to free himself of the tangle and saving further embarrassment by managing to hold the towel from sliding off, Stephy made a dash towards his hostel wing. He still had all those handbags dangling on him. Ashrita, Nabila and Uzra followed him crying out aloud, “Chor….chor…chor….Pakdo…Chor Chor…chor…”. Rest of the girls joined them in the chase. Anchita and Nandhini, who had represented their State at the national level in sprint got ahead of the pack and started hurling stones at Stephy. All stones hit their target, Stephy letting out a wail each time but he dared not stop. He ran for his life with the towel tightly clutched to prevent it from sliding off. He had no clue where he was running towards. When he stopped for breath, he noticed that he was at the parking lot. The girls were nowhere in sight. Probably they had rushed back to their classes.

Stephy saw a middle aged man coming out of his shocking pink coloured Maruti Alto. His car had pictures of stars all over. The middle aged man performed a small jig after getting out of his car. The step he had done right now reminded Stephy of Mithun’s steps of yesteryears. Mithun soon made way for Dharmendra and the man started running all over. He halted all of a sudden and swayed his hands in Dev Anand style. This was then followed by the famous Hrithik dance step from Kaho Naa Pyaar Hain. The next second, he stood there with a hand on his back brooding in Amitabh style, mimicking that angry young man look. Stephy couldn’t help but laugh at this blatant display of mimicry talent. The guy did not seem like a student to Stephy. He had to be a professor.
“Bada rangeen prof. hain yeh toh”, thought Stephy deep within. It was then that the guy happened to catch a glimpse of Stephy. The Amitabh Bachchan expression gave way to that of amazement. He clapped his hands like a director and looked at Stephy from bottom to top. He tried to focus his hands on Stephy, which were now functioning as an imaginary camera, and tried to zoom in. He was now going in circles around Stephy, his hands zooming in and out periodically. Then all of a sudden, he started off, “Wow. This movie promises a lot with some great performances being pitched in by its lead actors. The hero, an unknown entity, takes the audience by surprise with his heart warming rendition of a poor sewage cleaner. The fact that the director took pains to get renowned international make up artists clearly shows and is the plus point of the film. I give this stupendous film 9 star out of 10. One point cut because of the unbearable stench.” He then folded his hands into a greeting posture. Next moment, he arched his eyebrows and gave a lop sided smile, which reminded Stephy of Shahrukh Khan. He said, “Raj…..oops……Rag…..Prof. Raghav…Naam toh suna hi hoga!”

# Arjun StepTAGGED to co-write the next part with me. With two writers who churn out a lot of senti stuff to their readers joining hands, this episode is going to be one helluva "SERIOUS" emotional roller coaster....read with your tissues by ur side.....we will make you cry till you drop dead... ;-)

February 12, 2009

The Adventures of StepMAN: Blogisode 4

To read the earlier parts Click here

Co-Written by Priyanka n Sandeep

Starring: Stephy, Arjun, Kajal, Sanskriti, Ms. Shabnam Lele n The Monkey

It was then that he saw the ghostly face of Stephy. He recognised him at once despite his appearance but pretended not to. He cried, “Who is this?? Chor Chor Chor. Maarooooo!!” The girl gang had grown in confidence after getting the support of the crowd. They continued bashing Stephy. Arjun joined the girls in giving him a sound thrashing and also pulled the pink skirt he was wearing. He wore it on top of his head like a souvenir. Kajal was enraged seeing her pink skirt adorning Arjun’s head like a crown and pulled it off him. Arjun was completely engrossed in kicking Stephy. He showed no mercy whatsoever. When satisfied, he shouted all of sudden, “Heyy wait!! I think I have seen him before!” He then emptied a jug full of cold water over him removing the powder and making his clothes all wet and said, “Oyeee its Stephy!!! OMG..what are you doing here dude??”

“Stephyyyyy?? Who the holy shit is this Stephy??”, the girls cried in unison. Sanskriti, one of the juniors, who had been a former recipient of Black & Blue Bravery Awards stepped ahead, “What the hell is your roomie doing here in our wing? And that too in this state. He better have a proper explanation for all this. We will take up this matter with the management. There is something fishy about it for sure. Aur yeh toh shakal se bhi chor jaisa lag raha hain. Its almost 7 and we have our class from 8:30. We will let him go at your responsinbility Arjun..ehhh..sorry…RJ. But please present him whenever he is required RJ. You all may leave now. Give us some privacy for god’s sake. We haven’t caught on a wink of sleep since last night.”

Stephy was now almost dead with this torture which was both external and internal. As soon as he got up, he ran straight to the loo. His boxers were wet, so he kept it on the window for drying, unaware of something. The monkey was still roaming here and there in search of more fruits, and that’s when he saw Stephy’s fruity boxers on the window. Without wasting even a second, he quickly grabbed them, threw remains of the fruits he had been munching on Stephy’s head and ran away to the terrace. Stephy shouted cursing the monkey. It came back, threw more remains on Stephy’s face, squealed wickedly and ran back. Stephy was now in a state of shock.

“Shittt…how will I go out now?? Nooooooooo!! Saale bandar ke bachhe, ek din aisa ayega jab main teri vaat lagaunga!!” he said to himself. He covered himself with a towel and to avoid further embarrassment in front of the girls, escaped from there through the window. He climbed up the sewage pipe trying to somehow reach his room on the above floor. In the midway, the monkey came again. He climbed up the same pipe and pulled Stephy’s towel and ran away. Stephy shouted “Abeyyy saaalee bandar…ghar mein baap bhai nahin hai kya!! Teri to...dekh lunga tujhe to ek din kamine!!”

He continued crawling up the pipe to his wing. The pipe had been put up just besides the girls bathrooms. The management had ignored this thinking that who would take the pains to crawl up a pipe to get a view of the girls bathroom. Moreover, students joining the School of Management were expected to be mature and the best in the country. Meanwhile, Ms. Shabnam Lele, the girl’s hostel warden, was taking her bath in the bathroom which had the best view from the pipe. Stephy kept crawling up unaware of the same.

## Kajal aka Pink Orchid StepTAGGED for co-writing Blogisode 5 with me ;-)

The Adventures of StepMAN: Blogisode 3

To read the earlier parts Click here

# Co-written by Priyanka n Sandeep

Starring: Kajal, Rashi, Stephy, Arjun, Chirag

Kajal was dead tired after the PDP experience. She just wanted to quickly change and go to bed. It was already 6 in the morning and her orientation course was scheduled to kick off from 8:30 am. If she had thought that cracking CAT and getting into the hallowed portals of the School of Management was her ultimate triumph, she was wrong. She was expecting a barrage of assignments to complete after today’s session. She had mentally geared up for that. All these thoughts were running in her mind. Kajal was very excited at having made it to this college nonetheless. She would be studying with some of the best brains in the country double distilled in the rigorous selection process. Tomorrow was to be her first day at the School of Management. Completely lost in her thoughts, Kajal headed towards her cupboard. Inside it, Stephy was now gaining consciousness. Getting up from his slumber, he opened his eyes and looked around, still lost. His head then touched the web of the spider family, and there fell upon his face the little baby spider along with his mom, landing precisely on his forehead and nose respectively. At that very moment, Kajal opened the cupboard.

Aaaaaaawww…Bhoooooooooot”, she shouted.Aaaaaaaawww”, Stephy shouted back. Kajal ran back towards Rashi, still shouting. Stephy came out of the cupboard and towards the two girls.Aaaaaaaaaaaboth of them shrieked and climbed up on the bed. Stephy was clueless as to what was happening. He was still in a state of delirium. Stephy mumbled, “Main kaun hoon. Main kahaan ho. Tum dono aunties mere ghar par kya kar rahi ho? Mummy ghar par nahi hain. Chai ki coffee lenge? Mummy ne mujhe dono banana sikhaya hain. Mujhe bathroom jaana hain aunty. Aunty main bathroom ka rasta bhool gaya hoon. Mujhe bathroom jaana hain. Main kaun hoon. Main kahaan hoon.Stephy headed towards the two girls. The shock of the entire episode was the cause of this hallucination that Stephy was going through.

Kajal tried to hide behind Rashi who was a black belt in karate. Rashi now immediately took charge and gave a solid kick on Stephy’s already damaged back. He shouted in pain. Seeing Rashi take charge, Kajal also grew in confidence. Kajal grabbed the flower vase kept atop her table and hit it on Stephy’s head with all her might. Stephy howled in pain. These blows ensured that he was back in his senses now. He was trying desperately to explain,
Girls…girls…aaawwwwwwwwww…hold on…stopppppp….awwwww…there is some misunderstanding….aawwwwwww…don’t you…..aaaaa…dare…ufffff…don’t you dare hit me like that. Aaaaghhhhh….I have….ouchhhhh…joined the school…of …management…eeehhhhhh…stephy from…mumbai…stop it…will you girls listen?? Aaaaaaaaahhhh….please call Arjun from room no. 420. He is….aaaaahhh…my roomie.”, Stephy was desperately trying to explain the things to Kajal and Rashi who were hitting Stephy with whatever they could lay their hands on. Rashi had caught hold of a broom which the house cleaning staff used for cleaning toilets. She was displaying her karate skills using it on poor Stephy. In the meantime, Kajal called all other girls in the adjoining rooms.

All girls now charged upon him. Both the spiders made a very smart escape leaving Stephy alone. He was brutally beaten with kicks, punches, sticks, and whatever they could lay their
hands on. Now, the jamalgota had also started to show its effect on Stephy. He was feeling miserable. He just wanted to escape the girls and rush to the loo, but could not! On hearing the commotion going on in the girl’s wing, many boys rushed in to enquire. The juniors were the more excited ones because this was a golden opportunity to impress the girls. Chirag had forgotten all about his fever and lead the pack. One of the seniors recognized him at the girl’s wing and made a mental note of it. Arjun did not want to miss this chance. He pushed others and tried to get into the room. He managed to get in and asked the gang,RJ here. You can also call me Arjun but I would prefer being called RJ. So please call me RJ. Because when you call me RJ, I feel like RJ. Because RJ is not Arjun, and Arjun is not RJ. We are different. It is a little complex. I could explain it to you over a coffee. Anyways, what’s happening girls?? What’s all this hue and cry about? Can I be of any help ladies? Your wish, RJ’s command.”

* Next blogisode (By Priyanka n me) at 11:30 pm today. Kajal aka Pink Orchid StepTAGGED for co-writing Blogisode 5 with me ;-)

February 9, 2009

The Adventures of StepMAN: Blogisode 2

# Co-written by Asbah n Sandeep

Stephy had dozed off again. There was nothing dearer to Stephy than sleep. Even if it would be at the expense of seniors wrath at not attending the PDP sessions (Personality Development Sessions). No sooner had he dozed off that he started snoring magically magnified to deafening volumes.

Krghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……krghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….krghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….snore followed by a whistle…Stephy sounded rhythmic even in his snores.

Meanwhile in the adjacent room, Chirag could not get himself to sleep. This rhythmic snoring was getting to his nerves. He had just moved in to the room adjacent to Stephy’s. He had heaved a sigh of relief when he had been allowed to skip the PDP session for today. He was bed ridden with high fever. Krghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…krghhhhhhhhhhhhhh…pheeeeeeeeeeee…the snores were getting all the more irritating.

Abhe yaar!! Yeh kaun apne naak aur mooh ki varjish itni raat ko kar raha hain. Kambhakth sone nahi dete chain se. Seniors se chutkaara paaya toh yeh mahaashay ki aawaaz makhi ki tarah binbina rahi hain kaano main”, Chirag cursed his luck.

He managed to get out of his bed with much difficulty and walked into the adjoining room. His jaw dropped when he saw Stephy sleeping with his legs raised and arms wide spread. He was snoring away to glory. The synchronized movements of his pot belly and lips amazed him. Every snore was acting like a lever which would help raise his legs with each intake of breath. They would fall with a thud when he would breathe out, resulting in a shrill whistle as well.

Yeh kyaa hain bhe. Kaunsi khet ki mooli hain re baap yeh!! Abhe oye mutton ki dukaan…Kumbhakaran ki chatti aulad….uth bhe mote. Abhe gubbare ki wholesale dukaan, yeh band kar yaar. Hadh ho gayi ab toh. Yeh toh hil bhi nahi raha yaar. Hmmmmm….Abhe oye miniature mount everest…hil…uth…jag…uffff!! Marr gaya hain kya?? Hmmm…let me open the windows at least. Thodi toh aawaz kam aayegi baaju ke room main”, Chirag said to himself.

He opened the windows which were tightly shut. He noticed that there were no grills on this window, unlike his room. Chirag made a last attempt at waking him up. He did not move a single muscle. Neither was Chirag able to move him by an inch. He simply lay there like a rock. Resigning to his fate and cursing his luck, Chirag headed to his room.

No sooner had he left that a monkey surfaced on the window. The smell of bananas kept on Stephy’s desk had forced him to climb up the building to the top floor. He jumped in and started gorging on the bananas. One after the other, he finished all but he was still hungry. He looked around for more food. Precisely at that moment Stephy turned around in bed and his blanket fell off. He was wearing boxers with pictures of watermelon, bananas and other fruits on the back. Stephy’s love for boxers with pictures was well known among people who knew him. The monkey could not resist himself at the sight of the watermelon. He had not had one in a long time. He made a dash for it and dug his teeth deep into the watermelon.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh”, Stephy screamed at the top of his voice. He sprang out of his bed and made a dash towards the dormitory. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…aaawwww….mummyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! Shoo shoo…hat hat hat….aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh…aaawwww….mummyyyyyyyyyy!! Shoo shoo”, Stephy was trying hard to shake away the monkey while still on the run. The monkey did not let go off his hold. He dug his teeth deeper into the watermelon. He was hell bent on eating it. “Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”, came away the portion of the boxer with the watermelon on it, leaving a big hole on his back. The monkey let go and ran in the opposite direction with his catch clenched tightly between his teeth. He surely would have got an A grade if this would have been a crafts exam for the sheer perfection shown in tearing off only the picture of the watermelon from the midst of other fruits on the boxer. What a neat cut the monkey had made on Stephy’s boxer, leaving a perfect round hole on his back. Stephy was howling in pain. The monkey had really taken a dig on his back and it was stinging where he had just bit him. Tears had swelled up in Stephy’s eyes because of the intensity of the pain and he had lost all sense of direction. He was too scared to look behind.

A couple of rooms away Kajal and Rashi, the most organized of all, were preparing for their appearance in front of the seniors, loads of makeup, loads of extra bits of everything. Kohl. Mascare. Rouge. Gloss. Dressing up in the best way they could because they were asked to. Neha peeped into their rooms and shouted, “Room no. 215 in two minutes flat juniors. You better be there on time. Else you had it. And what is this you have done to yourself? We had asked you to dress up for a ragging session. Not for my wedding. Follow me. Enough of make up”. Kajal and Rashi left their room without bothering to lock it in a spate of hurry. Stephy had no idea that in his mad rush to nowhere, he had actually run into the girl’s hostel. The first floor of the girl’s hostel was allotted to the juniors and wore a deserted look because the juniors were entertaining the seniors in their respective rooms. The pain was getting intense and unbearable. Stephy desperately wanted to splash some water on his back. He still had a feeling that he was being followed by the monkey. His legs had started paining because of the marathon run that he had just been a part of. All the rooms were locked. He looked around desperately for an unlocked room. And there it was! A room which was inviting him within. Stephy did not stop and barged in. That was when he heard a monkey bark in anger in close vicinity. He got into an unlocked cupboard and hid himself. The fear mixed with the unbearable pain made him lose his consciousness. There he lay slumped in the cupboard with his mouth gaping.

Meanwhile in the same cupboard, a male spider was out on hunt for food, his two little babies and their mother was enjoying a comic series of spider-hero, ManSpider and waiting for daddly to come back home. Little did they know that daddy will have an adventurous journey back home. Out there daddy has just caught the heaviest of flies and was happy that he'll be able to feed the children for a week and he would enjoy the SWW (spider wide web) and would sip sappachino. But at that very moment, his 4th and 6th leg slipped, and before he could balance himself he stumbled, down down and way down. Nature has its way of deciding things and down he landed right on the tongue of Stephy’s open mouth. Stephy swallowed him. Down he went into his system and mixed with his blood. With great struggle, the male spider managed to hold on to one of his internal organs and claw his way back to his food pipe and from there to the outside world. Stephy coughed and turned around in the wardrobe.

Their wardrobe was the epitome of perfection. Neatly folded clothes, Handbags on one side, in the upper portion Rashi's colors and Kajal's cosmetic were decorously placed! And to add to it the beautiful smell of perfumes! What an ambiance! No wonder Stephy had gone into a deep slumber. Stephy twisted once again and as the consequence ended up wrapping upon his boxers the perfect knee length shocking pink skirt Kajal had decided to wear the upcoming morning. And that too, with luck, wrapped to perfection.

He stretched in sleep and his hand touched the shelf in the wardrobe and everything lightly displaced itself. Two things happened that very moment. Kajal's powder foundation was sprinkled on his face making him as white as a ghost. Rashi’s bottle of purging croton (jamalgota) emptied itself into Stephy’s open mouth.

That very moment the girls entered their room, completely drained after their ragging experience. Rashi headed straight to her bed without bothering to change. Kajal wanted to change to her night suit before dozing off. She headed towards her wardrobe to take out her blue pajamas.

The Adventures of StepMAN: Blogisode 1

“So Pretty Me!! Where will you run now?? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! Shack, Can, Deo…don’t let her run away! We have cornered you, Pretty me. Now there is no escaping us. How dare you write about that incident in your blog?? Now only God can save you…You would want to write about me as well and publish the post from up there…yaaa…up there….heaven…ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…. You could teach the angels up there how to blog as well. You would want to know my name for that explosive post, right?? I am the most dreaded goon of this locality…Parched Soul….go and write a detailed description of your death in God’s company….ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha”!!

Pretty Me looked around desperately for help. The street wore a deserted look. Not a single soul could be seen around. The rogues had cornered her. She closed her eyes and prayed. Parched Soul took out his gun. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. She searched for a sharp object which she could use for self defense against these devils. She had run out of luck. She was sweating profusely now. She wanted to scream at the top of her voice. Fear had choked up her vocal chords. She mustered up all her courage and screamed for help. She could only manage a hardly audible cry. There was no escape. Parched Soul tightened his vice like grip on the gun. He was laughing hysterically at her helplessness. He brought his fingers on the trigger. A slight pressure on the trigger and it would all be over for Pretty Me. He pressed the trigger. Well….Almost. Slapppppppppppppppppppppp!!!!

The gun flew out of Parched Soul’s hands. He was in a state of shock. He shook his head. What was that?? Slappppppppppppppppp!!! Another tight slap. This one was so hard that Parched Soul was in a state of dizziness for almost two minutes. When he got back to his senses, he saw Shack, Can and Deo all tied up and crying for mercy. He had no clue what was happening. Slapppppppppppp!! Parched Soul saw stars this time. He fell down. This was a different creature altogether. His eyes could not match up to the speed that this creature was moving at. He finally managed to get up with huge efforts and looked around for the cause of his misery. It was then that he appeared before him. His mask looked almost like the head of a cock, complete with a crown on top. He wore a purple skin tight suit and a polka dotted boxers with the words “Stephany innerwears” written in blazing read atop his pants. His long boots had scales like the skin of a snake. This intruder was short in height but well built. He had his gaze fixated on Parched Soul.

Parched Soul was shaking with fear. He pointed his finger on the gang and said, “Late ta vandalu…Latest ta varuven (I come late but I come latest). Meet the real man….StepMAN….Superheroes ka Baap! My finger against your gun you goon. How dare you corner an innocent girl like that?? Haven’t you heard of my name? StepMAN… Chumma Perai Kettavudane Adhiruthilla? (Doesn’t my name send a shiver down your spine?) Me…the real man….StepMAN…now suffer my wrath! You had the guts to spread crime in my raaj! Ponnum, pennum un pinnadi varanum….athu pinnadi nee pogakoodadhu. (Money and girls should always follow you, never go behind them). I have to teach you all a lesson. That will serve as a warning to all other crooks. There will be no crime in StepMAN’s raaj….I will eradicate crime from this planet….StepMAN…Superheroes ka Baap. I am very very dangerous…Do you get that? Adhe kozhandhai kitta Stepmannu sonna, innoru kaiyale avanga amma vaayayum moodum”! (Well, if you say the name ‘StepMAN’ to that particular unborn child, it will close its mother’s mouth with the other hand”!) . He was landing blows on Parched Soul and his gang. They were pleading, crying and whining in pain. StepMAN showed no mercy. After seeing to it that they all turned unconscious, StepMAN turned towards the lady who was yet to come to terms with the unexpected turn of events this evening. She managed to mutter thanks to the superhero. He was about to tell her that it was his duty when all of a sudden the girl started laughing. In that split second her expression had changed. That transition from her panicky state to this strange one was totally uncalled for. She came close and kicked him hard. He almost fell off. One more blow and now it had started paining. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Arjun had a tense expression on his face. “Good morning Idiot. Get up….you moron. I sure have landed a complete crack as my roomie. Shit man! You are not at your home to enjoy a sound sleep. You haven’t even unpacked and have gone straight to sleep. Our hostel life has just started brother. Come back to your senses. We are fresher, do you get that? Freshers are not expected to sleep at 3 am in the night. We are wanted in room no. 301. Seniors are waiting for us! Get on your feet Stephy!”

Stephy was still in an extended state of sleep. He managed to get up but instead of following Arjun, slumped back into his bed.

StepMAN: Blogisode 2 (Prologue)

*Posting on Asbah's Behalf

Stephy...an ordinary street boy, dreams of becoming a superhero! Is it just a dream? Or an omen about the future luck? Will future change for him? will he walk in the footsteps of Musadi man! or will he be cursed - fused ?

Will the seniors rip him apart with their usual ragging? or will there be a Drastic change that our own super hero will bring! To save the day?

for that - wait for the second blogisode of StepMan - superheros ka baap!

What do you think changed life of an street boy and made him a super hero?

1) Destiny - it was written
2) luck - he cheated and changed what was written for him
3) the perfections in his stupidity
4) something else.

February 4, 2009

24x7 Helpline: Lounge ka Superhero "StepMAN"

Areee Deewaanooooooo...
Mujhe pehchaaaaaanooooooooo....
Kahaaaaaaaan se aayaaaaaaa....
Main Hoon MAN.....
Main Hoon MAN...Main Hoon MAN.....
Main Hoon....Main Hoon...Main Hoon....StepMAN!!

Aa gaya hoon main....Aapke lounge ka Superhero....StepMAN....

StepMAN is a superhero(with a difference) of the WL, by the WL, for the WL!!

I am your protector, your saviour, your own superhero. Yahaaan ki saari ladkiyon ka bhai, ladkon ka sevak. For my foreigner friends, I am a brother for all the sisters here and a humble servant for all my brothers.....I will ensure that no lounge member suffers...

This is a helpline available to all the Writers Lounge members, where they can drop in a comment detailing the injustice done or corruption act they came across in their locality. And whooooooooooshhh...StepMAN will be there in your locality to mend things in a jiffy.....

Kaisi bhi pareshaani....Koi bhi pareshaaani....Aa chuka hain StepMAN...Superheroes ka Baap...

Need help?? Want me to save someone's life??? Want me to teach some rogue a lesson?? Want me to join you for dinner?? Want to take me out on a date??? Reasons galore.....StepMAN will be there for sure.....Just drop into the comments section and let me know how I can be of help to you...and whooooshhhh....StepMAN will be there!!

All my fans at Writers Lounge can also chat with me whenever i am online through the widget put up at the top......Cock-a-doodle-dooooo!!

Hail StepMAN!!