I am going to die

No, your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. I am going to die. Now I know a few of you are going to make clucking noises and ask, “doesn’t everyone die?” That’s not what I’m talking about, Captain Obvious. Here’s the story: My mother apparently went to a temple somewhere and one of the all-knowing, all-seeing fortune teller people there told her that yours truly was going to bite the bullet at the age of 26 years and 3 months. That’s right folks, get ready to kiss my ass goodbye in a big hurry.

Now, being the forgetful idiot I am, I decided not to let this vital piece of information slip through my fingers, so I have set up some sort of countdown timer at the top of the sidebar that will let me know how much longer I am going to live. If you guys don’t see me online after that date, you’ll know what happened, won’t you?

That said, I would like to go on record and make it known that it was nice knowing you people, and I hope to see you all real soon… on the other side.

Comments (12)

sindhuJune 25th, 2007 at 8:18 pm

what kind of sick joke is this?

and i thought you were an atheist , didnt believe in this crap. now u do?!

seriously gautham, the way fact that you wrote this makes me wanna beat you up so bad…uhm just for the effect. nothing too serious.

if you happen to find that 2cent astrologer in the chai shop any morning call me i will arrange to have him reach the other side before you do.

Gautham ShubhankarJune 25th, 2007 at 8:44 pm

Hey, cool down, Sindhu - it’s all a big joke. No lungi-wearing ponytailed monkey’s going to hand me any sort of death sentence, heh.

Shashank KandacharJune 25th, 2007 at 11:55 pm

WOW!

This was out of the blue! “one of the all-knowing, all-seeing fortune teller people”

Please!

AnirudhJune 26th, 2007 at 5:16 pm

/me sings

All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the countdown to extinction.

sorry. i couldn’t refuse. hey, if you’re gonna go, might as well sing on your way out.

RiJune 26th, 2007 at 6:34 pm

I’m calling dibs on your Air Lounge and fuzzy pink slippers.

Gautham ShubhankarJune 27th, 2007 at 2:22 am

The fuzzy pink slippers have already been assigned, sorry. ;[

RiJune 28th, 2007 at 4:02 pm

You suck, you deserve what you have coming to you.

AnupJune 30th, 2007 at 2:55 am

*digs*

PinguJuly 6th, 2007 at 2:29 am

Mhm, I see.

A lungi-wearing ponytailed cousin-of-a-monkeyAugust 7th, 2007 at 10:15 pm

Yaz, Mr. Siddhu? … let it be known to all that the Shani in the jupiter house negates the possiblity of you being able to dispatch me in this lifetime.

A 15k pooja, however, may change your fortune. See me at the gates of Naraka to get a true pic of the cost.;p

parthoAugust 30th, 2007 at 9:06 am

menu for cremation function? alcohol and smoke free? if so? i shall drop by mysore on that aspicious day!
“RUST IN PISS, HOLY MOTHER FUCKER!” - Amen

tamer husniNovember 29th, 2007 at 6:02 pm

tamer husni…

I Googled for something completely different, but found your page…and have to say thanks. nice read….

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