Bundz...

The Incredible.
Sivaji.
Thevar Magan.
Hulk.
Bulk.
Thunder Thighs.
Hi-Fives.
Anbe Sivam.
Swades.
Charmee.
Navel.
Sada.
Rajnikanth.
Rajni sometimes Can (courtesy: Bundu).
Roja.
Roti Ghar.
Appu Ghar.
Shreya Ghoshal.
Black see-through Shades.
AR Rehman.
Illayaraja.
Odinain, Odinain.
Indiaglitz.com.
Idlebrain.com.
Nobrain.com.
Sometimesbrain.com.
Srinagar Colony.
Stuntmen.
Revlon (ask him about the connection).
Big Wigs.
Over-sized Wigs.
Chellam’s.
Pillam’s.
White Shirts.
Red Chillies.
Black Jeans.
Blue Shoes.
Beltings.
Tie-ups.
Aha aahaha Aaaanh.
Item Numbers.
More Items.
Five Stars.

Bundu, described in One Word.

Name.

What’s in a Name?

There’s a lot actually.
There’s the First Name. The Middle name. The Last Name. The Family Name. Dad’s Name. Mom’s Name. The Granddad’s Name. His Dad’s Name. And His His Dad’s Name (in some cases).

And then there’s more.
There’s Influence. There’s the Discount. There are Freebies. There are ‘Buy One Get Five Free’ deals. There’s Quantity. There’s Quality. There’s More. There’s Some More. There are ‘Reserved Tables’. There are ‘now available’ Theatre Tickets. There’s Extra Security. There’s the Red Carpet. There are Exclusive Enclosures. There are Instant Home Deliveries. There are apartments that come at Rs.20 less per sft. There are Complimentary Takeaways. There are Supplementary Vouchers. There are more Gifts. There are invites to Premier Shows. There are invites to VIP weddings.

And then there’s nothing.
There’s Defame. There’s Notoriety. There’s Bankruptcy. There’s a Sob Story. There’s actually a lot in a name.

So what’s in a Name
There are precisely 145 words. 3 paragraphs. And plenty of intelligent gibberish.

Addiction... Add... Add... Addic.

Slot it as an unsung cousin and an offshoot of ESP (Extra Sensory Perception), addiction happens in different forms, to objects and probably in different intensities.

It’s time to get the brasstacks of it now, with a few examples .

Addiction to Fragrance: Here’s for some talcum talk. It probably begins with the talc. For starters, let’s make it Gokul. (Sincere apologies to those who’ve never ever heard of it. I actually happened to spot one at a kirana store). You run down to the kirana store next door. And again, you ask for another Gokul. If that’s not addiction, then what is.

Addiction to Coke: Pour it in a translucent glass. It’s black. Blacker than a black crow’s cover. But you still want to run it down your esophagus. You don’t find it yuck. That’s addiction. Pure addiction.

Addiction to Nothing: This is addiction again. You’re not addicted to anything. Not food. Nor smell. Not driving. Nor gutkas. Not home. Not burgers. Nothing. Even this, is another kind of addiction.

That’s addiction. Just addiction.

And its addiction to boredom. If you’re actually reading this.

One night under the sun…

One night under the sun.
There wasn’t really anything.
When it was all meteors and stars.
Limelight was then hogged by Ferrari cars.

One night under the sun.
The poet and poetess got verse and verse.
No commas, no pauses, no apostrophes.
Trust me, it was a night of only catastrophes.

One night under the sun.
The grass just kept getting greener.
Thought the dude, he would do the dope.
Shit, it was just only a futile high hope.

One night under the sun.
She stepped out in her dungarees.
Then people cared no two hoots.
And she got so many boots!

One night under the sun.
It was so mundane, and Monday.
When it started pouring.
Just then, a tiger came roaring.

One night under the sun.
There was this footballer.
And next to him was a big bucket.
Got up, and he quickly kicked the bucket.

One night under the sun.
I was looking for the moon.
It was dark, darker and darkest.
Suddenly I realized,
it was actually One night under the sun.

Sniff sniff.

The Quick Fragrance Guide.
A Perfumer’s Parlance and More.

Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff.

The Hierarchy
Top Notes.
Middle Notes.
Base Notes.

The Highs.
Seduction.
Conduction.
Induction.

The Big Names.
Issey Miyake.
Yves Saint Laurent.
Ralph Lauren.

The Sub-names.
Romance.
Envy.
Pleasures.

The Pulse Points.
The Nape (for men).
The Cleavage (for women).
The Wrists (For both.)

NB: For extra sniffness, recollect your fetishes.

The Lows.
Alcohol.
Exorbitance.
Allergies.

And now, choosing a good fragrance.

1) Spray the fragrance on a blotter strip, or ideally on your wrist (if it’s not already adulterated).
2) Wait for a few minutes (about 3 to 4) for the top notes to fade away.
3) Bring your wrist / strip closer to your nose.
4) Sniff. Sniff. Urrgh. / Sniff. Sniff. Aaah.
5) Now decide.

Inference: If it provokes you, then that’s the one for you. If doesn’t, try taming your sweat glands.

Sniff. Sniff.