The Story of Kheer and Ganja. - Page 2

Originally posted by: mouse72

Interesting...liked the personification of Arnav, Khushi and Shyam...

ganja is all-consuming and powerful just like the character of ASR while Kheer is all melt-in-the-mouth sweetness like Khushi spreading happiness around...loved the way you potrayed them..

Originally posted by: madmaxine

Kheer and Ganja were awesome man! Loved it. I had to write something. Just because. Hope you don't mind.

Queer and Pooja were a happily married couple. At least, so Pooja thought. She did many, many Poojas to ensure her marriage's safe passage into Eternal Boredom of the Unimaginative Mind. But little did she know she was married to a charlatan. Queer didn't really love her. He'd married her because he loved the scent of the Pooja thhals and incense sticks. And Pooja always smelled exactly like her name. Holy. He liked that.For the rest, he was as his name suggested. Queer. He much preferred the company of Men. Men with hot asses who had huge 'egos' and spoke little. Men who's favorite words were 'What the!' He liked men who didn't finish the What The, but coyly, left it unsaid. Made for some excitement, was Queer's thinking. What was the point of letting it all hang out like bright strings stuck in the door handle of a cupboard? None whatsoever. So, yeah. Queer was in love, With Pooja's brother, No-Pooja. The only problem was, No-Pooja was married. To a bitch who watched her husband's back with the same intensity that Queer did. Her name was Miss-Hear. Because literally, she didn't hear very well. She was rather deaf. She never heard anything of importance. Except the word Jalebis. She loved 2 things in the world. Jalebis and No-Pooja. And while she was deaf, she wasn't dumb. Miss Hear alone knew that Queer loved No-Pooja. In order to save her husband from a fate worse than that she made Jalebis laced with Cyanide and offered it to him lovingly after dinner. But No-Pooja was smarter than Miss Hear. He fed her a bite first. Miss Hear fell to the floor after a single bite. Dead as a doornail. Queer took a Jalebi and took it up to his room to Pooja. Pooja died by merely inhaling the smell of the poisoned Jalebi. Delicate flower she was, that one. Queer grinned at No-Pooja as he came down the stairs. They walked out of the home and into the sunset together. Queer's right hand fit snugly into the back pocket of No-Pooja's jeans. At last he had what he'd always coveted, thought Queer smugly. His brother-in-law's ass in the palm of his hands!

THE END

Originally posted by: Newbiesoapfan

Wesha -- the title killed me !

Well -- Ganja has decided to become tux less ...yes really -- no tux , no shirt , sherwani -- wow .. he is suddenly and surely expanding his wardrobe.

And yes ... all of us are falling out of the ganja - kheer stupor including kheer herself ! Hope that the CVs take steps fast to remedy ganja and make him come out of doing nothing and falling into the mindless stupor of IPKKND!

These are first reactions... I usually find more to comment on in the second reading so will be back ( like Arnie ... not Arnav but Arnold Schwarznegger)!

Originally posted by: madmaxine

Kheer and Ganja were awesome man! Loved it. I had to write something. Just because. Hope you don't mind.

Queer and Pooja were a happily married couple. At least, so Pooja thought. She did many, many Poojas to ensure her marriage's safe passage into Eternal Boredom of the Unimaginative Mind. But little did she know she was married to a charlatan. Queer didn't really love her. He'd married her because he loved the scent of the Pooja thhals and incense sticks. And Pooja always smelled exactly like her name. Holy. He liked that.For the rest, he was as his name suggested. Queer. He much preferred the company of Men. Men with hot asses who had huge 'egos' and spoke little. Men who's favorite words were 'What the!' He liked men who didn't finish the What The, but coyly, left it unsaid. Made for some excitement, was Queer's thinking. What was the point of letting it all hang out like bright strings stuck in the door handle of a cupboard? None whatsoever. So, yeah. Queer was in love, With Pooja's brother, No-Pooja. The only problem was, No-Pooja was married. To a bitch who watched her husband's back with the same intensity that Queer did. Her name was Miss-Hear. Because literally, she didn't hear very well. She was rather deaf. She never heard anything of importance. Except the word Jalebis. She loved 2 things in the world. Jalebis and No-Pooja. And while she was deaf, she wasn't dumb. Miss Hear alone knew that Queer loved No-Pooja. In order to save her husband from a fate worse than that she made Jalebis laced with Cyanide and offered it to him lovingly after dinner. But No-Pooja was smarter than Miss Hear. He fed her a bite first. Miss Hear fell to the floor after a single bite. Dead as a doornail. Queer took a Jalebi and took it up to his room to Pooja. Pooja died by merely inhaling the smell of the poisoned Jalebi. Delicate flower she was, that one. Queer grinned at No-Pooja as he came down the stairs. They walked out of the home and into the sunset together. Queer's right hand fit snugly into the back pocket of No-Pooja's jeans. At last he had what he'd always coveted, thought Queer smugly. His brother-in-law's ass in the palm of his hands!

THE END

Originally posted by: madmaxine

Kheer and Ganja were awesome man! Loved it. I had to write something. Just because. Hope you don't mind.

Queer and Pooja were a happily married couple. At least, so Pooja thought. She did many, many Poojas to ensure her marriage's safe passage into Eternal Boredom of the Unimaginative Mind. But little did she know she was married to a charlatan. Queer didn't really love her. He'd married her because he loved the scent of the Pooja thhals and incense sticks. And Pooja always smelled exactly like her name. Holy. He liked that.For the rest, he was as his name suggested. Queer. He much preferred the company of Men. Men with hot asses who had huge 'egos' and spoke little. Men who's favorite words were 'What the!' He liked men who didn't finish the What The, but coyly, left it unsaid. Made for some excitement, was Queer's thinking. What was the point of letting it all hang out like bright strings stuck in the door handle of a cupboard? None whatsoever. So, yeah. Queer was in love, With Pooja's brother, No-Pooja. The only problem was, No-Pooja was married. To a bitch who watched her husband's back with the same intensity that Queer did. Her name was Miss-Hear. Because literally, she didn't hear very well. She was rather deaf. She never heard anything of importance. Except the word Jalebis. She loved 2 things in the world. Jalebis and No-Pooja. And while she was deaf, she wasn't dumb. Miss Hear alone knew that Queer loved No-Pooja. In order to save her husband from a fate worse than that she made Jalebis laced with Cyanide and offered it to him lovingly after dinner. But No-Pooja was smarter than Miss Hear. He fed her a bite first. Miss Hear fell to the floor after a single bite. Dead as a doornail. Queer took a Jalebi and took it up to his room to Pooja. Pooja died by merely inhaling the smell of the poisoned Jalebi. Delicate flower she was, that one. Queer grinned at No-Pooja as he came down the stairs. They walked out of the home and into the sunset together. Queer's right hand fit snugly into the back pocket of No-Pooja's jeans. At last he had what he'd always coveted, thought Queer smugly. His brother-in-law's ass in the palm of his hands!

THE END

Originally posted by: tangam

Kheer and Ghanja...make for an awsome union...if only the mixers (bar hands) new the right forumula...they had their hand on it and then lost it...granya's recipe gone astray...but mind you tastes differ...whats poison to one is pure prasad to another...

Heres to the ressurrection of kheer and Ghanja..