Caught! [262/365]

Source: Chi

The internet is a wonderful thing.
How else would you get to see the royal bum twice in two months?

First it was Harry, and now it's the turn of  Kate and William. What's with the royals?
Should the rest of the world really make a huge fuss about some pasty white flesh?

When 'Chi' and 'Closer' published 'tasteful' pictures of the Duchess and her husband in their 38 page special, I sighed.

The Royals reacted and rightly so. The Duchess and her hubby were on a private vacation. And they deserved some privacy. The paparazzi obviously crossed the line here by taking these pictures in the first place. Publishing them was provocation.
But I would blame the couple too. Knowing as how the Family have always been hounded by paparazzi's, common sense must've prevailed when they are outside the four walls of their privileged homes, they shouldn't be indignant that they got snapped.

But in the defense of modesty supporters everywhere, No I don't think the pictures are tasteful. Only a sick demented mind with the IQ of a tadpole would think this is sexy and tasteful. The pictures do not reveal anything that most people wouldn't already know or have seen about the human body but the fact that they were comfortable in their skin. On the contrary, I think the only reason why magazines in the West tripped over themselves to buy was because the Royals reacted badly to the pictures when it came out the first time.

If the Royals would have accepted the pictures and not sued the magazine as they did, I am quite sure the controversy would have died a quiet death. But ofcourse, if anything the Royals dont know how to handle sticky situations like this. They never have.
I can understand how infidelity could affect the Family but this?

Get over this, Your Highness. Surely, you've got much bigger battles to fight.

Naked! [240/365]

Don't say you never saw this coming.
Prince Harry's naked butt.

That's right. Seeing how it has been a while since the Royal showed a bit of flesh in public, Prince Harry decided to break the 'dry spell' when pictures of him naked in a suite in Las Vegas surfaced on the internet.

Red-faced and visibly embarrassed, the future King and current Royal Airforce Apache pilot was 'letting off some steam' before he heads to Afghanistan. Gee, that explains it all.
See, it was only a little bit of innocent drinking, stripping and cupping, you know. Never mind that there was an unidentified lady too, but chances are she will be identified in the days to come and she will be offered millions of dollars to spill her two cents of juicy bits (no pun intended) of the crown jewels. Had this been in Mangalore, Harry and the lady would have been taught some lessons in modesty.

So what does this entail for the Prince?
While he is surely going to get a royal earful from the Queen and his father, I doubt if this will be the last time we see the pink bottoms. Harry is too wild to be tamed.
But then, knowing how allergic the Royals are about being caught naked, I think he will turn a corner here.
He might loose his job in the Airforce, but considering how Playboy and the Chippendale's are tripping over each-other to hire his pink tushie, I don't think he will have too much trouble earning.

God bless the internet.
And oh yes, the Queen too!

Happy New Year!

The 52nd week of a year is always the most anticipated week.

I particularly enjoy reading the 'lists'. Of the new rich, of famous deaths, of milestones and unfortunate natural calamities and man-made disasters. The top 10 and the bottom 20. 
The creme de la creme of everything that matters and of everything that doesn't.

The time of the year when you retrospect on all that you did and didn't accomplish. 
A time when you look forward to a much better year ahead nevermind if you have been trailing behind with a crappy year already.
A time when everyone is euphoric and pessimistic at the same time. 

But what I really love are the frenzied commercials for new year's eve parties and the outrageous prices for couple tickets (with unlimited beverages and food, of course). Ranging from the modest (Rs1499/-) to the insane (Rs 24999/-), these parties promise you fire-breathers from the Orient, belly dancers from the Middle East, the hottest DJ's from the West and exotic themed parties.

I've been to two of these parties with a former girlfriend who'd hop parties and clubs like it was going out of style. On one of my visits to a new year's eve party, I recall the astronomical price of the tickets (at Rs 4999/-, it was a bomb 8 years ago). Being one of the most expensive parties does have it's advantages - it keeps the riff raff out. 
Off the 300 or so that came to the party, nearly all the women who came to the party were dressed in their finest, skimpiest party wear. A snip here or a tug there and the entire garment would have come off. Of course, you'd definitely want the attire to fall off when you are drunk and ready for some 'enchanting moments' with a person you'd normally not even get to second base. And second base they did. Over the course of the night, I saw nearly every couple in varying degrees of undressing and making merry in a way that you'd otherwise only see in a porn. Many of the women were carried off by their burly 'boyfriends' in the wee hours of the morning. 
Some were still naked and lying in a corner. Inebriated,  raped and oblivious.
What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!
And that was the last time I ever been to one of the eve parties.


What is about the New year and Christmas that makes people want to drink and make merry? I find it obnoxious that people associate Christmas and the New Year with partying and unfettered crapulence.

Surely, celebrate, drink to good health, prosperity and peace. 
But this time of the year should really be about reflecting on what we need to do to achieve our goals in the year to come. 

After all, goals are not self-fulfilling. 
Only prophesies are.