Originally posted here on November 24, 2008.
Hello and welcome to Bigggg Bousseeesss the reality show.
On the left we have Changu and Mangu (not of the Bajaj fame). Changu can eat with his left hand under his right thigh. Mangu cannot.
On the right we have Changu and Mangu (of the Bajaj fame). Changu was in fact Mangu in the Bajaj act. Mangu was Mangu in the Bajaj act.
Changu and Mangu will battle Changu and Mangu for the grand prize – the title of I-am-changu-or-mangu.
Day 1:
Changu is asleep. Mangu is watching Mangu, who is having breakfast. Mangu is watching Mangu in return, who is having breakfast. Changu is asleep. Mangu wins day 1. Mangu wins consolation prize. Changu is of course asleep. But Changu is awake.
Day 2:
Mangu and Changu (note the change) are having a fight with Mangu and Mangu (notice the similarity). Mangu is angry about a towel of hers which Mangu used while in fact it had a tag with her name. Notice that Mangu is not a female but the do-not-be-a-male-chauvinistic-pic-handbook has instructed me to write so.
Day 3: Voting round
Voting is preceded by a round of interviews:
Interviewer (I): Who do you think will leave us tonight?
Changu(C): I think everyone except me is a bitch (notice the careful avoidance of the word dog. Source: Do-not-be-a-testosterone-chauvinistic-human-workbook).
I: Who will you vote out?
C: C-kret
I: C has accused you of being a bitch
M: No entiendo Inglés (Translated as ‘I can use Google translator’)
And now for something comepletely different: A reality show.
Day 4: Voting results are out.
C,C and M are in danger zone and M is in not-so-safe-not-so-dangerous zone. Bigggg Bousseeesss takes a few commercial breaks. Horlick for women (this time it is real, you *^%%$#(&*)
Then Bigggg Bousseeesss lets eveyone cry. Then he announces the result.
Day 5: Kill your neighbour with fried eggs
C cannot make fried eggs. C ate them. M killed M with fried eggs and died in the process.
And now for something slightly different from something completely different: A reality show.
And for something completely different: My blog has reached 52 posts. Anil Kumble had raised the bat at 40. I being from the superios institutes of technology had already raised it at 15. 52 is more like a triple century. So let me rest my poor back and get on with your work.
–And now for something completely different research bureau
