December | 02 days to go

calling all bikgangers its a december, international congregation of many chapters of bikgang happens usually in chennai every december, so hear ye hear all come off raaaaaa to chennaimadras for we will pulasthicate ourselves and take out glorious december weather.

its a fear being here anyhow

This is what i have to say about saturday night

Hangover Rating

One Star Hangover (*)
No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak & fries.

Two Star Hangover (**)
No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the bird from the 3:00 AM revive the barbaque trip. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.

Three Star Hangover (***)
Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not
productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the "Ais kacang" your alcoholic friends dared you to eat / drink whatever. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching your ceiling turn in to a flashback sequence. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a Coke --- yet you haven't peed once.

Four Star Hangover (****)
Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. Theres an Iron Maiden concert in my head.....would you like some free tickets. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover, (*****)
You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying
the employee who sits in the next cube. Rum breath is seeping out of
every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good about right now....

so there it is my friends, twas a loulie death by all and repeated deaths by yours truly that summed up the barbaque based saturday.

"Bar-be-que" by the beach house

bikgang chennai chapter invites other bikgangers to


This saturday the chennai chapter is celebrating the return of inis to his homeland by throwing a "bar-be-que" by the beach house party, more details will follow shortly.

Conference Bike

http://www.conferencebike.com/ - this website offers this item called the "conference bike", its pretty cool check this out guys, for parties on the move this is an ideal solution, if the bangalore and chennai chapters invest in one such item then we can have picnic wherever, all travel problems sorted.

peace

psaignnn

Just look at it.........whatteloulie

The dreaded "Ais Kacang"

heres the dreaded "Ais Kacang"

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peace

PSJ

Ais Kacang Redux

To be precise, Ais Kacang has reduxed...er, reduced P. S. Jain to just P. ain, while veteran return engagements such as yours truly were able to negotiate said obstacle with alacrity and minimal discomfort. Shengar, while partaking wisely of red-based bird preparations chose to investigate the nature of a certain slimy ingredient in the Kacang creature, and postulated the possibility of it being litchis. Why, for the sake of everything healthy, would one put rajma, corn and litchis in ice covered with nasty rooh-afza?

B'lore Picnic - Turtles or Bikang?

A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. Turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place for their outing.

During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last! For about six months they cleaned up the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed.

After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell.

He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned.

The family consented and the little turtle left. Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years... six years... then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich.

At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting,
"SEE! I knew you wouldn't wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt."

Back to the future

just discovered a quirk with the time settings. if u didn't choose the right timezone, the order of the postings goes haywire. my blog created after the famous 'Ais Kachang' post appeared before it.
i realized that my setting was wrong - Indian/Mahe which is UTC+4:30

can everyone set the same timezone? and let it be UTC+5:30Asia/Calcutta .

V

"Mona darling, the password is legs...spread it"

trprs,

in the true egalitarian spirit of the internet, i thought all confirmed members will be made administrators but there are weird issues like everyone can edit everyone's post. so reverting back to single admin mode.

please pull in more bikangers to increase the blog traffic. if u want to get emails of the blogs, go to settings-email and enter your email id there.

V

Extreme Kachang

Hear ye! Hear One and all!,

Mr.P.Sagarmal Jain, resident of Beasant Nagar today first hand experienced the rare but rather curious phenomenon "mortifis ais kachhis" commonly known as "Death by Kachang". Having been in jolly good spirits all evening he decided to up the stakes by taking up "Finish your Kachang and its free challenge", a custom in these parts. So the psychedelic taste bud tester, Ais Kacang it was.
Ten minutes passed and then arrived the Ais kacang, resplendent in its syrupy pink glory, like a recently erupted volcano, complete with little suprises invisible to the naked eye.
Mr. Jain went about his business, after an acknowledgement of the visual impact that the aforementioned "delicacy in certain parts" had. Slowly the cracks began to show on the until now cheerful challenger. Soon he was done with the icecream and started to penetrate the ice, a little grimace here, an expression of surprise at the appearance of a bit of rajma and corn. When the slimy material showed up was about the time he was starting to lose it. Soon the consumption of kachang was puncuated by little spoonfuls of red gravy, which he probably was hoping, would act as some kind of tastebud preserver. Needless to say, at the end of the day the kachang was the winner. P.Sagarmal Jain was a broken man and this he demonstrated by undertaking several acts of mass destruction and violence. He was truly kachanged!!
Meanwhile in another part of the same table, Mr. Sumanth srivatsan of lite Nandanam side, cheerfully asked for and took out his second kachang! Overall an extreme kachang experience

come off raas!

hey trprs,

wanted to check out whether this group blog thingy will work out for bikang.
so, everyone's invited. (i.e. every bikanger).

if u r new to blogging check out: http://help.blogger.com/

if u r using mozilla/firefox: http://blog.warmbrain.com/justblogit/

go on, blog urself!

V