Mwaaaaah. - Wrigglypoo

Prateek lets me write a guest entry for his blog, which he dearly calls Rants, and he does live up to the name, keeps ranting, every passing day.

Yes, i am the 'adorable' Wrigglypoo' and my equation with his highness the One is not something that the blog- republic would be particularly interested in, but it needs to be said that i really like the guy, efficiently rhetorical, yet quite the good- hearted.

For reasons, that again, might not interest you, i choose to call him 69.

What can i put forward a as guest entry that might just save me from Prateek's caustic yet understated roll of judgement, and yet leave him mildly impressed?

Or i am doing the absolute wrong by thinking too much on those lines, and not writing, writing? In any case it fills up words and the words effervesce from my mind like all my thoughts do, and i have often put myself in a fix by not 'filtering' them enough.

Its one of those Scenes directly picked up from somewhere near the lazy hypothalamus, brush up your etiquette, clean your smile, look glossy for the first few days, make a birthday wish at two in the night and BECOME AN OWL. When you were quite the opposite and life was a breeze. But you like the guy and you want the guy to know that a healthy friendship with you would do his health best and also keep him happy because you were always a passionate person.

You also long to spend time, and act normal, but circumstances test you best, and you are confused. You dont know where it went, leaves traces, everything special, this did too, and you become soft in that one moment.

But you spend time with the company of the company, and life is like Wimbledon wine and healthy laughs. Honestly i owe my accentuated digestion to this batch of lively little minsters who have made everything and every hurdle seem like smooth cheese. It just melts. 

My darling Sinatra and Bobby Winton would screw me big time with the lovey doveys and i would cry and lament and start counting, instead of living the seconds. Now i am indifferent, and ecstatic, i enjoy it, but dont go mad for it, screen it, love it, do everything for it, but still be in my place when it strikes 6 and the sun is not shared between the two of me and anything else.

I dont come with advice, and i have this innate inability to rant, but its all a good spirit, and to the rare few who read Prateek's blog,  you are being exposed to a world of layers, layers of thinking, layers of writing, he will correct your grammar and dance with you because you love Honey Singh.

He rants, because he loves.

I write, because i am passionate, about such a spirited friendship, and this wondrous, saucy blog. 

In other news, 69 is infatuated. i just dont tire of mentioning it. :P

Cheers.