Currylingus

Impressivley enough, this blog has not been filled with gratuitous nudity, as was originally planned. My once-upon-a-time/partner-in-crime,Pawan Setpal, has changed this completely and thankfully. Pictures first, story later, or wait, how about a story with pictures?

There once was a very talented boy who was wicked at everything. The stupid people of his high school (which will remain unnamed but not unguessed) never gave the boy any credit even though he won the school many accolades. This is because the boy refused to play the popularity game and kiss smelly ass. Instead, he became brutally honest and fought off snarky sour-grape comments, not by making such comments back but by spitting out the truth, "I'm the BEST". And t'was true so the comeback was always obvious (and LAME), "Oh, look at him, he thinks he's so great, how obnoxious"...



Needless to say, these uninspired comments did little to damage our man's self-respect. After having lived his entire life in the small bubble that is Dubai, the boy left to seek his fortune in Mumbai. Minus any personal contacts or millionaire trust-fund, our hero managed to get through engineering school only to become fascinated with the bright lights of the Indian fashion and film industry. He quickly realized that for him the job was not going to be as easy as "Daddy-ji, I want to be in philims, can't you call Chopra-sahab and ask for one role for me?". But he did not falter...



He worked incredibly hard and had to face many challanges. Last month, his efforts paid off in a big way as he won the prize title at the Gladrags Manhunt and in the process became the first ever Dubaiyan to ever hold the title. I had no doubt this would be the case, apparently neither did he...

"I didn't let the thought of losing enter my head even once. Once you let that happen, you might as well give up and go home. I came prepared to win - probably more than the others - and that is why I gave more than my best. Although I agree... that we are all winners, I can't help but think of myself as a little extra special!"

Atta boy, Cooks!
The moral of this story is...erm, I can't remember, I've been blinded by the nudity below...



...mama needs a cold shower...I mean, congratulations Mr. Setpal for kicking everyone's ass like a pro.

[Oh, and Cooks, if you're reading this and you soon happen to notice a bigass jump in your site hits, you can just thank me and my humble blog with its "one reader".]