Why is Atacama the driest desert having Rainforests spread out on one side and The Pacific on the other???? I asked this question to my ever the ear friend Mr.Mooondu.. and what would he do but propose a vacation there.. So thats what we did.. zoom off to Atacama... whoooopeeeeee......!!!!!!!! Oh man... it is really beautiful a place to be if you can forget the dryness and the heat hitting you... We ran around a bit.. played some 'sand muffin' but it was more like sand soup.. there was no binding agent.. Pulled out some shrubs and scratched at some moss. The restless twins we were, we got bored sitting around in the middle of the desert so we started walking towards the forest..We had The Andes blocking our way.. but who can stop us??? We got there and OH MY...!!!! was it a forest??? I mean can you even call it a mere forest???? It was like walking into the black hole.... the darkness was totally engulfing.. from everywhere.. and all the creepy sounds.. chirps and hoots and buzzzzzzzzz...... that swam throughout the forest from all the sides.. it was so lovely in a scary sort of way... Tall tall trees.. green green everywhere.. insects whooshing around... wow....
It got us in spirits and we just couldnt wait to see the other end of the desert.. we ran all the way across.. and there it lay.. wide and open.. vast and in vain... blue blue blue......never ending.... The Pacific... We ran straight into the waters.. oh so cool.... we splashed and wade and scrambled about.... The perfect vacation...
We were content with our choice.. we spent the rest of the day running through the desert.. to the rainforests and back to the ocean... and we even got company.. A desert Chilla... cute little thing.. and it accompanied us on our rounds to and fro.. a lively untiring sweetheart... Well we had to leave him there.. But Mr.Mooondu is adamant bout goingback there again.. Hell-bent upon making the desert wet.. even if it means he will have to pee all around to accomplish the grand feat....
All the Best with that...

Well.. the reason for the dryness is given so..
"The Atacama Desert in Chile is the driest desert on Earth because it is blocked from moisture on both sides (by the Andes Mountains to the east and high pressure over the Pacific at a latitude which keeps moisture from coming in from the west)."

There was nothing to do, so me and Legget were playing cards. And who should pay us a visit but Shakespear.. He had travelled all the way just to see me. Know why??? He wanted to meet me personally after he had read my poetries. He said they were so tragic and sad and pathetic that he had to meet me.
I think he was hurt. I mean he is after all the Master of Tragedy. Well he praised my works and we discussed as to how the emotions for such poetries came and Legg was so bored that he fell asleep, and we went on talking for about an hour. He was so awed by my Maxriter Pen that he decided to take it back with him. He also read out one of his works... well I wasnt listening.. I was paying more attention to his clothes.. Awesome.. Wonder if I can infuse that style in my designs.
And then it was time for him to leave. Poor man.. he has to travel so much to get to his era... But I dont mind.. He chose to come.. i never asked him to.. did I???
While leaving he held my hand and said to me.. "Roopee, my dear, my child... Thou art such a superrrrb writer, but I beseech of thou, this one favour... By grace donot write too much.. or thou shalt put me out of business...!!!!!!!" I was so flattered and honoured... But the smirk I caught on his face struck me right on my forehead.. Stupid me to fall for all this.. He was just being Sarcastic in all his praises and good words... How could he?? And he took away my pen too... He left me Shaken and Speared awrite..!!

Germs Germs Germs...

And that way Germany killed Argentina. Plucked em right off the roots. Flash back

The match is about to begin. Its me and dad... Supporting Germany. Just coz we want Argee down. Bro is for Argee. Hes out watching the match with his friends.
We settle down. 3 minutes passed.. and Meuller scores a GOAAAAALLLLLLL...... Ooooooooohhhhh... Joy erupts outta us.. I cant stand it. I have ta get there.. oh yes oh yes... So I climb through the TV and get to the grounds. Wow... this games crazzzzzzyyyyy...... I was there.. in the sidelines.. running with the players.... I cheered up Klose, encouraged Neuer... Ran down the sidelines following each pass, killing Tevez a 1000 times in my head and bumped into the referee twice. He said something in some language I didnt understand.. but who cares. All I wanted to do was cheer Germany. Go Germs... I was all around... screaming at Lahm and Ozil methods to pass... shouting abuses at Maradonna ... hoping Messi would trip.. following Boatengs huge figure up and down the ground...and then Falling over my head at Podolskis pass and screaming my head out of pure joy when Klose ran the ball into the net.. yeahhhh........ Germs score again.... WOOOOOOHHOOOOOOOOooo...... Heaven...!!!!!!!!!!!
And the I continued my runs... Shrieking at fouls.. sighing with relief when Argee's sent the balls flying out beyond the net.. kicking Burdisso in my head... and then came the third goal... Friedrich kicked the ball straight in there.. no one to stop him.. I screamed my gut out... Woooopiiiieieeeeee.e........ And the Referee shows me a RED card... ME.... RED CARD... WHAT???? And am not even in the game... HUFFFF......!!!! Now I miss the semis... Great.... Thank u..
In the end anyways I managed to get hold of Meullers jersey.. but then I saw Maradonna crying.. so just gave it to him near the green room.... Oh you should have seen his 1000 watt smile... Ha. Thats all that he gets today. Take that....
God am so pissed at that guy.. An oversized fellow in a shapeless suit.. (Seriously doesnt he have any designer working his clothes..???) Now he can run naked for all he cares coz.. well he will have to sell off his clothes to make a living... Ha...
Germs are spreading.....

Near Death...

Today Charlie and I sat down to watch a movie. Half way through the movie everything started shaking, the computer, the table, the clock, our chair, us.. everything... We knew what was coming. We had asked for this. And slowly with the shake came a dull "THUD" ... "THUD".... Oh yes, Rudy was out. Charlie looked at me, I looked at him.... Our eyes did the talking. We have to take cover. We rose ever slowly as to not make any disturbance.. and inched our way to a cave nearby... We waited... the footsteps came closer.. and closer and closer still until we could see Rudys shadow block the entrance. We held our breathe... He wont hear us.. he wont see us.. he will leave. But dunno whether it was the Fishy smell from Charlie or the Cashew smell from me that gave us away.. but the next instant Rudys eyes were staring at us.. Oh no.... We have to go further into this horrible 'Cave of Crap'... Have to get away from Rudy... We ran... Rudy roared and started following us... Run Run Run.. He can very well catch up with us... Oh no again... Water. The 'River of Ruckus'. What do we do now?? Charlie nor me knew how to swim. We looked around frantically. I spotted a peice of wood and hopped on. Charlie climbed onto my shoulder and we pushed ourselves out into the fast flowing River. Using the wood as a raft we went gliding along the river fast and outta control. Rudy was still strong on our trail... We maneuvered our raft over rocks and other floating debris.... Charlie's claws dug into my shoulder blades, my hands white from gripping the wood.. We banged into the walls.. ran into muck.. but nothing could stop us. Charlie used his claws to snap away hanging wines.. faster and faster we slid.. and narrower and narrower the cave got... Rudy is never gonna make it through this cave... we knew we could get away if we got to the other end where the cave opens into a fall before he caught up with us. There up ahead.. Daylight... Go GO GOOOO...... Rudy knew we were getting away.. he pushed up his speed and his thumps in the water made waves hard to hold on to.. Oh NOOOOOO... we are overturning..... we are floating..... Rudys getting closer. I grab Charlie and try to swim towards the opening... but out of nowhere theres Rudy right in front of us blocking our getaway. Now what do we do??? He roars... He opens his mouth and charges towards us... Oh wow.. Out of a sudden Brain wave Charlie twists his tail tight and dips it in water and releases it.. It works like a propeller.... and we whoosh away from between Rudy's legs.. his head follows and he topples over... we get to the opening and are thrown out.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... Oh thanks to my oversize t-shirt we glide in the wind..and get to the other side safe.... and there from behind us comes a whimper.. Rudy's head is stuck in the opening.... We have escaped........ Yeah.....Whoooo.. that was some scary experience....
We get back and catch the rest of Ice Age 3... with no one to disturb us... NO ONE at all...