Graphology, Whimsology and Love!!

Hey Buddy!! Heyy buddy bud bud!! *** I don't call my friends like that, I feel real odd, all this "dude" and "Man" ,they make me ditch my calmness. Aaaand that "Boss", oh that "Boss", the "Boss" is superlative!!, in today's world of corporate structures, in the "you owe me as we pay you" culture, people call 'boss' to those, whom they pay the least of respect.  The term is a pseudo-slang, when people call you by that name, be sure that he does not mean any respect to you, the thinking is, you may feel yourself to be a 'Honu' (An August) , When I feel you to be a 'Nunu' (A kids Phallus in Bengali, small and not up to the mark for its job).  Courtesy: Google Image But Buddy is different, its gooey, you can give a peck to your buddy without being called a pervert. Still I can't say it face to face, like I can't pee with somebody standing behind me!! However h ere it i...

gofurthertogetcloser This one begins with my intentions to post it in a contest at the "Indiblogger" and to win return tickets to London. The best will get to fly that extra miles with his/her love. But aaaaaaaah!!, I could not launch the post in the competition area due to my inadequacy in technical know how. Nevertheless, I will post what I wanted to post even if it does not fetch me a competition participant.  This is about going those miles with your love, the travelling moments, to find out more about your chromosome of dependency on each other, and to explore that the chromosome is made of trust-DNA. Being brought up watching Bollywood movies, we know that great things happen when you travel, especially at the airports, when the aircraft is on the verge of take-off. Such was the impact of those non-orgasmic climax scenes, that similar situation occurred to me involving the air travel.  Why do people go on Honey Moon? , Why do they wa...