CARS- THEY ARE SO ANNOYING

My brother has started a blog about his random thoughts http://redefinedestiny.blogspot.com/ and its about cars. His random thoughts are about cars. I can't imagine why or how. I am not averse to cars but i have never seen a person so fond of car. Every time he talks about cars it is like a 16 yr old talking about his girlfriend. Some call it passion I call it obsession. They are two different things.

I have a car, an alto ( i know its not a muscle car or some but its ok for a family of two, as my brother would say ....Later on when i get rich i plan to buy a BMW). I do not feel the same way as my brother does towards cars...for that matter any car. Its just a car. you get in side start the engine shift the gear and stear it thats all there is about cars. Of course u can go fast that is provided your wife is not with you controlling the speed from behind and you are driving in autobahn. So where is the thrill in loving a car.

Its just a machine which u have bought by indebting yourselves to a bank for five year. I would have loved if it was bumblebee from the transformers. Or...Or if it was KITT from the Knight Rider...OR if it was the BATMOBILE( i can't imagine how annoyed bat man would be while driving with his wife talking to him with his kids crying from the back seat and on top of it all the car talking back at him and making its own judgments.....he would be shouting at the car like..." I told you , u stupid car to a left.....ohh but no u do all then thinking we wanted to go to the shopping all but you took a right turn and ended up in the city dump)".

Well may be that's the fun of having an interesting car. Or may be that why all the superheros are bachelors. Instead of their better halves they fight with their cars.

Anyway i hope my brother also gets his talking car in the near future.

BIRDS- THEY ARE SO ANNOYING

I hate all birds in the morning, well that’s because I think birds are very vocal in the mornings. Why else would they be chirping away happily non-stop at the break of the dawn. May be it is the ecstasy of the early bird with the worm showing off to his friends his catch …shouting…” In your face… lazy bones”.

But wifey likes’em. And imitates them lying in the bed and that aggravates my pain. The bird outside will go ‘tinchu, tinchu’ and the bird in the bed will shout back the same way. As I am already awake by the constant chirping of the inconsiderate bird I will be squirming under my blanket. I dare not poke my head up the blanket as I know she would also make me join the incessant chirping marathon. I do not like feeling like an idiot early morning talking like a dumb bird with worm. I do not have anything to show off. I do not get worms for waking up early I get dark circles and the wrath of my hormonally charged pregnant wife.

So I am saving up to buy a gun. Next time I will shoot that little trumpeter of a bird if it comes neat my window in the morning, if my wife would let me shoot’em that is.