Next best thing to the Human Torch.

What do you get when you cross a young man and a Chinese lady?

It was a dark night, and not the type that goes around fighting the joker. The ‘Torcher’ was in town, pretending to help people. He had a good thing going for him. He would turn off the street lights and pose as a do-gooder. Looking at his name, and popular comic clichés, you would think he probably ignites himself, or even flies. But not him. This Torcher did things far worse than setting things or people on fire. He was far more devious. He would pretend to help people across the dark streets and half way through would ‘flash’ them and beat them up with the torch. The screams of his victims could be heard miles away, but no one knew exactly where they were coming from, until the next morning, when the sun would rise and illuminate the place of the crime.

The Torcher!

Being a superhero (not a well renowned one though) I was ‘Eveready’ for some superhero action. I pursued the villain for most of my superhero life, but he somehow always escaped. Some may say he outsmarted me all this time, but today, right here; I will let the truth be known. No, I am not tied up with him in anyway. It’s just that I would usually be sleeping during the time he would attack his unsuspecting victims. I decided enough was enough!! I have got to stop this guy, even if it requires me to stay up all night.

His weapon of choice.

So that day, I slept in the afternoon, had bought a couple of ‘energizers’ like Red Bulls to keep me awake in the night. I stood at the corner of his favourite streets. It was my bed time, 11 pm! And the Red Bulls were not helping even a tiny bit. They had fallen asleep by now. So I was just a guy standing at the corner with two sleeping Red Bulls.

Scary, isin't it? Now imagine someone coming to beat you with a torch!

Then at about 11:30 pm, just as I had expected, the street lights went off. Now I was just a guy screaming at the corner. No, I was not scared; I had to let the Torcher know that I was there. Two minutes later, as expected the Torcher made his appearance. He said that he was the shopkeeper from down the road, trying to be a good citizen. This was exactly the modus operandi of the Torcher. I decided to go with the flow. “You are so kind. If you take me across the road, I will give you one of my Red Bulls,” I told him. “What Red Bulls?” he asked. As he swept the torch behind me, there was no sign of the Red Bulls. No sign except for their droppings that is. He said he didn’t expect anything in return. I could see right through his lies. While walking across the road, he asked me if I was from around that area. Small talk before he clubbed me on the back of my head with the torch. Without wasting any more time, I pulled out the handcuffs and cuffed him—torch in hand. There were screams alright, but this time it was not of a victim, it was of the culprit. “I am not the Torcher, you have to believe me!” he kept yelling. But I was not going to fall for that. That’s the first thing anyone shouts when they are guilty. People could now roam the streets freely at night, without the fear of becoming a victim of the Torcher.

Ok, just imagine them red. I didn't have a camera at that time.

A few days later, I was reading the paper (comic strips and the TV schedule first, of course), and when I turned to the first page, I was shocked at the headline. It read “The Torcher removes the batteries of another victim”. “Oh no!! It’s a ‘copy-cat’ Torcher. Some one is trying to copy the Torcher!!” I will have to go out and stop this guy as well.

So I went back to the same corner, with the same plan in mind, but this time, without the Red Bulls. It was a waste of time and money the first time. So I decided not to bother with them. The same thing happened; the lights went off at 11:30. A guy came with the torch, offering to ‘help’ me get to safety. But I wasn’t going to fall for it.

I arrested this guy the same way. He too kept screaming, “You have the wrong guy! I am not the Torcher.” I thought to myself, this guy is a real good copycat. Even his arrest speech was copied.

Another criminal behind bars I thought, as I opened the next day’s newspapers. But to my surprise again, the headline read “The Torcher lives to flash his victims again”. “Oh no! It’s a ‘copy-cat of the copy-cat’ Torcher.

I decided to capture this sorry ‘copy-cat of the copy-cat’ Torcher as well. The same story. Street corner. Lights off at 11:30. Man comes out with torch to ‘help’. I capture the ‘copy-cat of the copy-cat’ Torcher. He yells “I am not the Torcher. I was just trying to help you.” “Save the speech for the judge,” I told him.

But just then, I heard some one scream “NOT AGAIN!” I looked around. There was a man on the other side of the street. He was in tears. I went up to him and asked him, “Did you lose a loved one to the Torcher, or the ‘copy-cat Torcher’ or to this guy, the ‘copy of the copy-cat Torcher’?” He replied with a firm no. What could be the reason of his “NOT AGAIN!” yell? Then it hit me as I caught a glimpse of the torch in his hand. I thought back to the first, second and third guy I arrested. They were telling the truth! They were really just good Samaritans trying to help me to safety. Not that I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself. I was face to face with the original Torcher.

I played it as cool as I could. I reached for the source of his power. He sensed that I was on to him and pulled his torch away from my reach. But I was thinking a step ahead. I grabbed his battery pack. He now had nothing to power his torch. Knowing he was now powerless, he confessed, “I am the real Torcher.” That’s what I needed to hear from him. I arrested him with charges of ‘Assault with a battery’

The town was safe again. People could now roam the streets at night, although I don’t know why they wouldn’t rather sleep.

Ohh...as for the question in the beginning, you get both of them very angry.

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you to switch off the lights and fans when you don’t need them. It’s your world too you know.

Miss-understanding!

It was a day like no other. Didn’t venture out to work, slept till late hours of the morning (if it was still morning that is) and did everything that a self respecting superhero should not do. Well, that does not mean I am not a superhero— if I am self respecting, that’s for you to decide.

A visit to the old superhero lab was in store. I had been there the previous day to help conduct a few experiments. These experiments went on to late hours of the night. The main experiment that day was to find out the optimum combat techniques that could be used in the field. Obviously, knowing the type of superhero I am, I would never use these. It was fun nevertheless knowing what it was to be real danger.
Anyway, getting back to the day in question. I had visited the lab in the afternoon to collect the final reports of the experiment conducted the previous day. My superhero colleagues (Long-hair-then-short-now-growing-long-again-dude, Black man and the latest addition, The Laughing Buddha) decided to conduct these experiments in an external, uncontrolled environment. The perfect place was decided and off I went to check it out. However, having prior appointments I could not stay long. So finding out the minute details of the location I started moving towards my secret lair. Then, I was contacted telepathically by one of my colleagues. “Where the heck are you?” “I am on my way back. I am not available for any experiments today.”
The three of them suspected that there was a superheroine involved here. Who in their right mind would fall for SuperCraig I thought. I was on my way to a top secret mission, the details of which I could not give anyone. All I will say, it involved a huge ‘M’ a long queue some chilli sauce and a burp in the end.

For the sake of the people concerned dignity, I will not mention who cried that day.
This is SuperCraig bidding farewell, but not for long, reminding you to always flush after you are done!

Glossary:
Experiments: Counter Strike: Condition Zero
Superhero lab: Infomedia18 (old office)

Read at your own risk!

I woke up early that day my friend. The sun had still not risen; even the early bird who gets the early worm was fast asleep. While brushing my teeth I had sensed something was not right. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was way too early for anyone to be awake, too early for a superhero like me as well. So I unbrushed my teeth by gorging on leftovers from dinner and decided to go back to sleep. But not before brushing my teeth again!! I can’t afford to treat any cavities during this recession.

So anyway, waking up at my usual time I found myself in a dire situation. My hands and legs were tied up to the bed and I ….. umm… sorry wrong narration. Anyhoooo…. I woke up and went about my daily routine. Things seems quiet, a little to quiet for my liking. Usually during the Bandra Feast there is a lot of noise and commotion on the streets of Bandra, what was wrong this year? So I asked myself, if I was quiet, why would I be quiet? After hours of pondering and constant reminders to myself what I was thinking about in the first place, I decided to check it out for myself. So I made a trip to the Bandra Fair.

It was crowded as usual but still to my surprise, not a sound. So I decided to do some further investigation. After some candy floss and two giant wheel rides later I got back to my investigation. It took me far into the depths of the fair where usually you would hear the annoying ‘paaaw paaaw’s of the horns being blown, but this time there was nothing. I sensed something was terribly wrong. What’s the Bandra Fair without the noise? I wandered around the fair in desperation to find out what could be the cause of this terrible silence which was now starting to grow on me. I decided to get on the giant wheel again, but this time with the intention of getting a bird’s eye view of the events. (I never asked for the investigation to be so enjoyable)

While on top of the wheel, I thought I saw something in the distance. Something so simple and so primitive it never crossed my mind. It was a giant megaphone. Was it possible that this megaphone was sucking out all the sound that was being produced in the area? What kind of sick mind would do that? Actually a sick mind who didn’t want to be disturbed would do that. Actually, if I had the resources and the money, I would do it myself. It was brilliant! I decided to take a closer look, after stopping for some more candy floss and a bottle of coke. (WOW! That’s a lot of sugar!)

I reached the spot where the megaphones power seemed to be concentrated. As I stood there, looking at this magnificent structure, the clouds gathered. It was as if it was perfectly planned. Sudden lightening appeared in the sky and everyone was running helter-skelter once the rain started pouring down. But I still stood there, marvelling at the idea of having this at all the railway stations. Then all of a sudden, some weird noise emerged from the megaphone. It was as if it was opening up. I stood there, not knowing what to do. And suddenly, water started gushing out of the cone and flowed into a collection tank hidden underground. I had mistaken a rainwater collector for a megaphone. Knowing that I would never know the true cause of this silence I started walking home, drenched to the core.

Just then, as I saw the bolt of lightening in the sky I got an idea. I thought back to when I last heard sounds coming from the fair. It was when I had woken up early. I had trouble going back to sleep again because of all the noise; I decided to stuff my ears with ear plugs. I reached for my ears, and rightly enough the ear plugs were lodged in there, as if stuck with superglue. I yanked them out of my ears and there it was. The magnificent sounds of people ‘paaw paawing’, hawkers selling channa, people puking on the giant wheel and the hustle and bustle around. Ahh.. the sounds of the Bandra Fair. It was like music to my ears, only less appealing and with no rhythm at all.

You may think that this was a useless adventure to narrate but I think it was a huge disaster which was averted. I could have forgotten to put on my pants!!!

Well anyway, it was a great enjoyable day! Only hope that someone really makes a machine to suck out noise and install them at the Dandia events!

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you not to kiss the pigs. You may get swine flu!

Dude... wheres my eye?

It was his second surgery in a few months. The first was on his lip, swollen after a girl scout punched him and ran away with his money. Yes friends! The person i am talking about is none other than "long hair now short dude".So, coming back to his second surgery. This was surgery on his eye. Because of his super height, and the extreme proximity to the sun, his eye had gone bad. So filling his leave card and being promised reimbursement for the operation from the SuperHero Association, he went to the hospital. Little did he know what was in store for him. He was not going to be reimbursed. Anyway, that comes later in the story. Trying to save a few bucks, and probably with the motive of making a fake bill and asking for extra reimbursement, he admitted himself into a cheap hospital instead of the SuperHero Association recomended one. This would later come back to bite his butt. The hospital he was lying in, was the Villian Hospital. He thought Villian was the name of the place!

So they were prepping him for surgery. They asked him what he does for a living. He proudly stated, "I am a pansy by day, but by night, I am Super Pansy!" That was his undoing. The evil doctors now knew that he was not a villian, even though he looked like one. So they drugged him. When asked about his experience, he says, "All I remember are brilliant colors moving like i was so totally stoned man... it was awesome dude!"

While in surgery, the evil doctors took out his eye and kept it in the petri dish. Now this petri dish was not ordinary dish. It was the feeding bowl for the evil mastermind Dr. Know It All's pet eagle named 'Hairy Eagle'. Out of nowhere, Hairy Eagle swooped down and grabbed the eye in his talons and flew away.

Being evil, the doctors then left for their lunch break, laughing and joking as they walked out. The effect of the drugs were now starting to wear out, because Super Pansy is soooo coooooool! He suddenely realised that something was amiss. His one eye was missing! He didnt know what was happening or what to do. He paused to think, and as he closed his eyes, he could see nothing but objects that appeared like buildings. People on the roads appeared as small as ants. He could see what the other eye was seeing! So taking advantage of this 'birds eye' view so to speak, he contacted the only person who he knew would help, SuperCraig.

Now SuperCraig was out on a date with this super hot girl and he was about to.... ahem ahem.. this is a family blog. So jumping forward a few hours, (:P) SuperCraig called back SuperPansy to ask him what happened. He explained everything and SuperCraig was struck with a brilliant idea. (When have his ideas been anything short of brilliant?)

SuperCraig suggested that SuperPansy close his eyes and tell him what he saw. This way they could see exactly where the eagle was going and finally find out the secret hideout of Dr. Know It All. The eagle finally landed after 20 minutes of flight. To a place so obvious, that it would take a genius a hundred years to figure it out! Dr. Know It All was hiding out in Villian Hospital!!

SuperCraig was on his way to the hospital. SupeCraig also summoned a few doctors to meet him at the hospital. Meanwhile, Pansy.. i mean SuperPansy was still in the hospital, pretending to be drugged. At this time he could see exactly where the eagle was moving, and the eagle was on the shoulder of Dr. Know It All. The place seemed very familiar. A long corridor, an operation theatre at the end. Room 101 it read. Wait a minute! SuperPansy was in that very room. Dr. Know It All was nearing the room. He could now hear the footsteps outside. Dr. Know It All, being the person he is, knew exactly what SuperPansy could see. He purposely held a knife in front of the eye. SuperPansy was terrified. If his ear was besides Dr. Know It All, he would have heard "Fattuuuuuuuuuuuu". The door was opened with a bang. But SuperPansy stayed still. He later said he was pretending to be unconcious, but we all know he really fainted with fright. Dr. Know It All was about to cut open SuperPansy's eye when a stone broke the window and "Thud" his eagle fell down. Looking down at the dead eagle, he thought "How did i not know that was going to happen?" "I can not be Dr. Know It All anymore." as he continued to cry over the bird.

But wait.. who threw the stone? What happened to SuperPansy? Ok ok if you insist on knowing.. i will tell you.

The stone came from the road. SuperCraig threw it. It was just a coincidence that there was a mango tree outside. Dr. Know It All was no more evil, and he started dedicating his time and expertise to good. SuperCraig thought, why not go visit SuperPansy at the hospital while he was there.

As they say, Kill two birds with one stone... in more ways than one.

So another disaster was averted thanks to SuperCraig.

*SuperCraig does not recomend staring into the sun for too long. It is not good for your eyes, and besides... get a life!

The blue blog... umm... BLOB

So there i was, on top of the tallest building, looking over the city i had saved again. Ohh... let me tell you how i landed up there.

It was a cold morning, and waking up at 10 for me was too early. Anyway, I managed to pull myself out of bed after saving the city from the spoilt karela's (they weren't really spoilt, but where I was going for dinner that night, karela was on the menu). Being laundry day, i took my badly made costume out to the cleaners. I could hear voices that were planning on taking down the city. I looked around, but seeing no one there I thought I was just being paranoid. I mean, who would want to destroy the city on such a beautiful day? I had seen a huge line of ants on the road outside the sweetshop, but that seemed only natural. On my way home, i glanced at the local television shop which was currently displaying the local news channel. Some news about a giant monsterterrorising the city high rises (if you can not imagine this, watch Godzilla, but replace the giant dinosaur with a toothpaste blue blob with an iPod and no shoes). I bought my weeks needs from the neighborhood grocery shop, but weirdly he was out of sugar. Oh wait! the city is being destroyed my the blue blob thingy!

So i dropped the bags on the floor and ran out, only to realize that my costume was at the cleaners. Grabbing some newspaper and glue, I ran to the corner and made myself a mask, a make shift cape and a paper plane out of the last page.

Now with my true identity hidden from the public, and a nice paper plane to play with I caught a rickshaw. "To the blue blob" i yelled. Two

minutes and nine bucks later, i was face to face with the ugly thing. This thing really disgusted me! It left a slimy blue trail behind it and was listening to Akon! I could not let a creature like this roam free in my city. If it was listening to some better music, i would have given it a chance. However, I could still hear those voices while i was fighting the blue blob. The Akon song was now over, and then I could hear Iron Maiden coming from his earphones! At that moment, I knew that he couldn't be a bad guy and i decided to follow the voices i thought i was imagining.

Funnily enough, it led me back to the sweet shop. As i looked down, the ants appeared to be doing the evil dance. How could this be possible? Evil dancing ants? I followed the line of ants which led me to the "Ant brainwashing machine". I knew i had to destroy this...this thing. I lifted it and placed it on the paper plane and threw the plane into the garbage bin (dry waste obviously). Sparks flew from the machine and it was destroyed. As soon as the machine was destroyed, the ants stopped dancing and they all had a confused look on their faces. The machine had been brainwashing these ants to multiply and bring down the city. "Thanks SuperCraig", the ants yelled as they broke into a happy dance.

Which brings me to the opening line of the post. So there i was, on top of the tallest building, looking over the city i had saved again.

What happened to the blue blob you ask? He was always a part of the city. Why wasn't he seen

before? Because he used to live in the sewers and was content living there. Why did he come out now? Coz one of the brainwashed ant had added an Akon song on his iPod. This made him go wild and come out. How did the ant manage such a task? Well... i guess we will never know that.

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you to always stay hydrated. :)

Weekend pleasures, Khandala.

No no! This is not about SuperCraig saving the world or kicking Giarc's evil ass. This is about my Sunday trip to Khandala. Sorry to disappoint the fans, but theres light at the end of the tunnel. A SuperCraig adventure will be up very soon! :)

Thanks to Mark for this idea of a trek. 

It all started one evening, when a call from Mark woke me up. "Let's go somewhere for lunch.. i am hungry". Having no better work, i said sure... why not.

The conversation at Bembos suddenly made us realize how long it had been since we had last been on a trek.  Lets make it a trip every week end we thought (like that's gonna happen!).

Anyway.. we decided to ask people who were interested, but we were still going.. no matter what!

We managed to get a person each, and three of us were off on Sunday morning. Miraculously, we got seats in the Deccan Express from Dadar. Dozing most of the journey, we finally made it to Khandala, with people jumping from all corners of the compartment for our seats.

Getting off at Khandala, we knew this would be a good trip. We met my friend Angelo at Khandala station. He decided to come there by bike.A quick breakfast at a small "Hotel" and armed with bread and cheese, which would serve as lunch later, we headed to our trekking spot. 

A few quick pictures from the top, and we began our decent. We started off with eagerness in each step, but that quickly faded away as our legs began to tire. Feeling the pinch of sitting down on a chair for most of the day, the two of us working guys started lagging behind. While the college guys were seen jumping down like a couple of monkeys! Angelo had strapped his helmet on his bag, which was starting to be a hindrance to him. We decided to keep it disguised as a rock, and pick it up on the way back up. But after spotting insects and numerous rat holes, we hung it off a tree, and continued gravityward. There were three really steep part, which were as fun as they were difficult. As we neared the bottom, the sound of flowing water got louder which added as a morale boost. After about an hour and a half we reached to bottom.

Exhausted, we dropped our bags and headed straight for the water. The water was ice cold. We soaked our feet in it for some time, which left our feet numb after just a minute. Just then, we saw a whole group of trekkers in the distance. The "Pune Mountaineers" had come down another route, where they had to use ropes to descend. It sounded like fun, but we couldnt imagine ourselves doing that, especially after what we had been through on the "Easy path".

We started walking down stream searching for a place to sit and rest our weary bones. We came across a beautiful small waterfall and decided to sit there. Soaking our feet again in the numbing water we had a quick lunch and a small rest. 

Before we knew it, it was time to leave for the top as we didnt want to risk missing the train back home. So there we were.. looking up at the path we just came down a few hours ago. Climbing up was obviously way more tiring than going down, but we took almost the same time as we did coming down, with a lot more breaks. Once again, the younger ones went zipping up, leaving us way behind. As we reached the top, we were greeted to a great idea of going to have gola! So giving our legs some rest, we got up and went for gola. The cold gola was  welcome relief from the scorching sun. After gola, a nice cold beer was icing on the cake. However, chilling out a little too long at the bar, we missed the first train option. Mark suggested we hitch a ride to Panvel in a truck, which I was totally into. So there, sitting at the back of a truck, on bare steel, not exactly the most comfortable experience, but an experience nevertheless. And it surely beat standing in a crowded train. Or so we thought. The train at Panvel, seemed comfortable, till about two stations further. Crowds gushing in from both sides, men rubbing against you, sweat being exchanged is not exactly what we bargained for. Anyway, we kept ourselves amused making fun of certain people within sight, without them knowing ofcourse. After several ads with Mark's "Movie announcer" voice for the Indian Railways, it was time to get off at Kurla. I know YUCK!! Being pushed out of the train wasnt particularly fun either. Then catching a rick to Bandra, we thought the trip was ending on the right note, till we hit Sunday evening Bandra trafic. A few minutes later, we found ourselves walking home. Reaching home and sipping water, was like finding water in the desert. ( Mark had a full bottle of water but i didnt feel the need of water till i was two minutes from home.)

So there it is.. the first weekend of trekking. Hope theres a trek every weekend now!

SuperCraig goes back to school

Wow! this daily thing seems to have turned into a monthly chore!
anyway...its time for another adventure of SuperCraig..and his trusty sidekick...ooops..sidekick still not found..
ok..so heres calling all sidekicks.. come join SuperCraig in his stupid, non-trivial pursuits as he aims to fight the most idiotic bad guys using extra effort than what is usually required and making a big deal out of it and claim fame and recognition (getting it is another matter). heres an insight to what you will be getting into if you are the one lucky one to be chosen(if you are actually stupid enough to apply).

As a superhero..i am required to make appearences at places and give inspirational speeches and the works...so one day..at NATA school (Never amount to anything).. while giving my trademark get off your ass and get the food yourself speech... i started to feel giddy. Wanting water, and not being able to ask anyone to get me some coz of the speech i had just given, i had to drag myself to the water cooler which was a good 4 meters away!! Quenching my thirst and feeling refreshed, i was off to fight the next bad guy i found. For the past few days, they all seemed to have been hiding..but i later figured out that there was a bad guys conference being held in a chateux in France ( hint to the superheros club..we too need to do something like this..and not in a dhabba on a national highway like our last conference).
So while getting out of the school..i heard a cry for help..it came from a classroom. Following my insticnt i ran up to the class..and thats where i saw.. 'Running with scissors in the hand boy'. "Put them down or stop running" i yelled on the top of my voice. But he didn't listen. I knew it was not going to be easy. Recalling all my superhero experience.. i knew exactly what to do.. I went into the schools administrative office...and rang the school bell. As any normal school going child would do after hearing the bell..he kept the scissors in his bag and was at the door of his class ready to go home.
Another disaster averted, thanks to supercraig.This is supercraig signing out and reminding you to say "excuse me" after sneezing.

Kar 'ZZzzzzzzzzzz'

WOW! a month since the last post!! so much for the phrase " A post a day, gives people a lot to read"...
As for SuperCraig... hes not been doing much as of late. Just the occasional saving the fridge from overload, and making sure my family members dont get too fat by finishing the chocolates and ice cream... theres not much to comment about.

ohh but there was this one time..when I indirectly saved the world. Acting on a hunch that super villain and my evil twin Giarc would be at the premier of the crappy hindi movie Karz ..(his favorite actor/singer being Himesh...and he being the exact opposite of me) i decided to keep an eye on that place. Not being able to confront him unless he did something wrong.. i was hiding out at the food stall... well disguised as a customer of the place. I thought to myself, "this is good biryani, this is good apple pie." while keeping an eye on Giarc. Then he did it...the moment i was waiting for... he finally slipped and did something wrong. He entered the theatre to watch the movie. With half the apple pie in my hand I ran to apprehend him. but the security at the gate stopped me, and said "No outside food in the theater!" i being a man of the law, couldn't possibly go against the rules, and letting a good piece of apple pie go to waste is a big a sin as kicking a dying dog in the nuts ( sorry for the bad comparision). So after finishing the pie, and a loud burp later, I tried to enter the theatre again, only this time, to be asked for a ticket. Ohh no i thought, i aint paying money to go into that place, and not for THAT movie! so i decided to wait outside till the movie was over. As luck would have it, "Blow up the world guy" was passing by in his "blow up the world mobile", shouting loudly into his phone, "I am going to blow up the world!". So i told the traffic cop, who happened to be standing there, that "Blow up the world guy" was talking on his phone while driving. The cop stopped him and gave him a ticket, but he could not pay for it, since he spent all of his money on his latest creation, that he calls " Blow up the world device". Having to spend the last bit of money he had on paying the fine, he was unable to buy the switch of the device, which I later learnt he was on the way to buy. Not being able to turn the "Blow up the world device" it was useless.
As for Giarc, my super evil twin, i think the movie took care of him. :P

Highway to Dadar

todays title takes inspiration comes from the ACDC song, Highway to Hell.
Now for "The Adventures Of SuperCraig ©"
it was early in the morning... the sun was just rising the moon..not so, so anyway as usual i was fast asleeep(with an extra 'e') when i got up with a start, and realised i needed to pee..so off i went.
anyhoooo...i dont think you really needed the last piece of information.
so there i was..at the bus stop, waiting for the bus when all of a sudden, a bird flies over me. no he doesnt crap on me but on the bald fat man besides me. "not in my city pooperbird" i said, and ran behind him, since there was no place to change into costume and fly. "you will never catch me SuperCraig ©" said pooperbird, who incidently attended superhero/villian school with me, and used to top the class until he realised he was a "bird brain". splat splat was all i could hear as he tried his best to poop on me, but i, an expert as i am at dodging bird poo did my best to ..well..dodge the poo as well as the morning rush hour traffic. luckily for me, pooperbird was flying towards dadar, so it made my traveling kinda less.
so still running behind pooperbird my legs started to get tired, and just then "fly killer boy" came along with his "fly killer mobile" and i hopped onto the bike. out of no where he kills a fly and uses it as bait for "pooperbird". with his poo obviously running out he needed to recharge his pooper, so swooping down to the fly he came flying, and just before he could reach it, i grabbed him and put him in a cage. filled with rage, he started pooping all over the cage, and soon realised that he was actually walking in his own poo!
and thus, SuperCraig© saved the day, while reaching work on time!
So until next time, this is SuperCraig©.. reminding you to brush your teeth two times a day! :D

Sunday morning, rain is falling

ohh! so we meet again, my dear blog reader!
todays blog title comes from the maroon 5 song, "Sunday Morning"- the song that came to mind as soon as i woke up today with the sounds of the heavy rains that graced us today.
so there i found my self, having a quick breakfast and getting ready for church, (which i actually reached early for!) mass was nice and i met a few friends after mass, after a long time. the rain had stopped by then. so after boasting of my new job (:P) and catching up with a few things... the rain had started again, only this time...a lot heavier..so there we were... with clearly less umbrellas than people.. ill conclude this by saying..sharing an umbrella - not a good idea.
so after reaching home, half drenched(vertically) had a change of clothes and a wash and caught up on some long missed TV (yes the cable walla has finally fixed it! and i get all the good channels now)
then came the heavy heavy lunch! well done mom! :)
watching FRIENDS for the millionth time was still fun. plans canceled completed the usual sunday tradition of canceling plans, doing a bit of writing and it was soon time for F1 :) ...but with Ferrari displaying a pretty dismal performance..it wasnt that enjoyable. but kudos to Vettel a great find by the Red Bull team.
a few hours later..time for dinner...with left overs from afternoon...dinner was as heavy and enjoyable as lunch.
which brings me to me writing the blog...
i know..that was pretty boring..an action packed blog is in progress..so you will just have to wait..
so until next time..this is humble Craig, signing out!