The Legend of the Hairy Cow (pronounced Coo)

The sunne shoneth bright that morn. I packd’th my bags and trudgeth on an errand to find the faire Scottish hairy coo whose lookes set forth no mortal forme to view.

Oh! there she stood…cloathed in a most beutiest coat that ever be, a Goddesse that delud'st me eyes. Me thinks that she shone like the most radiant star in the sky.
I cannot choose but fall upon my knees and kisse her…Her beauty maketh me quiver!
Her brown mane left me wondering how may feeleth to brush ‘em with me fingers…
And I kepth gazing until my "Costa" cups ran dray…
And she thinkest “What stranger art thou that doest eye me thus?”

Enough of this crap..As you would have realized again that yours truly is a real jackA$$!!!

But, don’t leave yet…Let me tell you a story… the real story of the Scottish Hairy coo…passed on through the generations…like a breeze flowing from tree to tree.

Mercury, the god of Travellers, once fell in love with Eclipsa. She was the princess of the Scottish Highlands... Her beauty was famed across the worlds. Such was her beauty that even the Greek Gods used to woo her.
But her heart was conquered by a poor native…A native who very much resembled yours truly.
One day after a 38 day courtship they decided to get married. Mr. Mercury could not stand this.
Heartbroken, he cast a spell on the beautiful Eclipsa..
“The day you have sex with your earthly partner,
The same day you will be transformed into the vilest of the earth’s creatures”

On hearing this, the couple was scared.
That’s when they contacted Bejan Daruwalla. Now Bejan, being a really wise man, knew that Mercury had not passed his SAT tests and so his spells were harmless… He revealed to our couple, that Mercury's spell would not work.

So Eclipsa and her partner had sex!!! And she bore him a child..then two more ..and so it continued till they has an entire cricket team (inclusive of 4 players on bench, as required by CMM Level 5)

And till this day, Eclipsa remains pretty bcoz Mercury’s spell was useless.

Six years back Mercury finally cleared his SATs after 56891 unsuccessful attempts. His spells have now become potent…And he was "Desperately Seeking Eclipsa".

So Eclipsa chose to lay low…By day she is the Scottish Hairy Coo…and by night she is back to her original form.
That’s the story of the Scottish Hairy Coo…

Yours truly understands that this has been another waste of time…
His efforts to do something productive during his free time, is not going the right way.

Time is Money, they (read Wise Men) say. Spend it wisely.

Tip of the day: Don’t waste your time reading stupid blogs like these..

Have a great day

Going Commando.....

UNITED WE CONQUER!!! Thats what is engraved on the commando memorial, Scotland.
A profound thought......
Now the lonely traveller is going to tell you a small story. A story about the commandos who were actually trained to fight the Second World War... The commandos who lost their lives in the war...The commandos in whose memory this memorial stands.
The men whom we are talking about were all highly skilled men.Only the best among the lot were trained at a nearly field...A field that was knows as the "Commando Range".
This is where our story begins.
Our heroes were all strong men. What they had to learn now was the usage of arms, the highly sophisticated weapons... Here lies the problem.... Believe it or not, they were trained with live ammo. Getting shot in a playground isn't a pretty way to die!!!
Yes, they wore armours...but, will it save them from the bullets? Yes, it might shrug off a couple of them...What about cannon balls? Hell No!!! The explosion would shred them to pieces.
Now you may think that my story isn't going anywhere?
But, the fact is that if anyone of us were there on the playground and a cannon ball falls within a 5-10 metre range, we would pee in our pants...
Well, thats exactly what they did. However strong they may be, death scares 'em all.

Now if you have ever tried peeing in your pants, you will know that it becomes sticky and really uncomfortable...So the best option is to take them off.

And that is what even our brave heroes did! They trained without their undies.

And so in the beloved memory of these brave warriors, the people have concocted this phrase : "Going Commando", which means not wearing any underpants.

So, what is the moral of the story?
a> World War 2 was fought by naked men!
b> Not wearing your undies makes you more comfortable
c> Listening to my stories is a waste of time.

I guess that you have by now understood whats going on here...and that you would have called me a a$$H0l£ a 1000 times!!!!

Until my next travel account, Ciao.