KrackJack

Krackjack - The original sweet and salty biscuit is one of the most loved biscuits in the country.
It’s not just a biscuit, it’s the taste of relationships captured in a biscuit.
A little sweet and a little salty crafted in such a delicate and delicious balance, you can never get enough of it. Have it anytime you like with anything you like.

Yea firstly catch your breath after reading the above description, it can be overwhelming. This one time I actually don't have any episode to talk about, at least to live up to the description above. So where do I begin, okay so here I was left with a descision to go alone to Bangalore to meet my parents who had come down for some work. I decided I won't take the evening train but instead take an early morning train or bus to bangalore on saturday, got up late as usual and missed the train and the early bus, now i was too early for the next bus and had to wait it out at the bus stand, the bus was at 930 and i was at the bus stand by 830, but the bus was waiting there, so I board the bus and take the last seat and decide to wait it out. Now suddenly a spam of my college kids enters the bus and take seats, one of them recognizes me from the DoTa/gaming scene in my college and we strike up a conversation. They had no idea about the bus timings and wanted to get to bangalore asap. I was like this is the only bus now, you just have to wait it out, but these guys were getting desperate plus this bus was a local express, which meant travelling in a very uncomfortable seat. So they went around asking for buses to bangalore and found a volvo without AC which was leaving immediatly, they offerred me to come but I was too lazy so didn't bother. Well this is where the biscuits were slowly being manufactured, in fact this more of a self biscuit thingy, that volvo bus driver had absoconded somewhere, and my bus left before theirs, not only did that happen, later that boy whom I had spoken to called me up to say that they had to wait for that bus till 12 in the afternoon as they had already bought tickets for the volvo and the conductor wasn't gonna cancel and give them full refund, so for a little bit of comfort and urgancy they spent 250 bucks per head and not only did that solve their exit strategy from Vellore, but emptied out their wallets as well, not mention the awesome Tamil movies which would have been spammed in the Bus ride. Oh the pure Mindfuck gives me a rush. Well yeah that was the basic episode, not as promising as the ones before but this one was a deserving one since it does happen to everyone, either you are in my situation or those kids....well if you are in their situation tough luck, have a bite of the krackJack and feel free, sit back relax in the awesome volvo bus which will never get you on time, TN local buses FTW!!!

HumtY-

Hide 'n' Seek

Little chips of chocolate ‘hide’ in the biscuit. With just the right amount of sweetness, these biscuits don’t cloy.

Which makes this entry even more hilarious. Lmao :P

Well to begin with this isn't something everyone would understand but i really don't care because it's just too freaking hilarious. Yesterday I got up early, surprising though it may seem, but recently due to a good healthy habit of sleeping early, I have been an early bird. Since I'm blessed with this extra time, I indulge myself in some newspaper reading, although the paper I speak of here is to many people obvious, yes, it is the Revered Deccan Chronicle. In the local section there was an article that caught my eye, the photo and the headlines really left me in splits. It was a photo of a burning farm field and a few men standing by watching with their eyes red as the devils dick, some of the men were police too and the headlines read '3 acres of $@Nj@ Burnt.' Classic! And then I went on to read the article and in it was mentioned that 4 men were caught and the field was burnt down and $@Nj@ was being grown as an inter crop and stuff worth 4 crores in the "international market" was burnt. Now looking at the photo just gives you a totally different idea, the first thing that came to my head was 'Biscuit!'.

Well as I would see this situation, these farmers were doing their job and illegally growing $@Nj@ and the police happen to get intel or the on-going bribe settlement was broken by either one of the parties and now it had come to this, since potheads aren't good thinkers on their feet, especially what can you expect out of the people in the picture here, they decided to let the apparently 'international' market take a hike and do a havan, burn the damn weed lets all get high and have a merry time, biscuit to the users, abusers and the peddlers. So the police and the farmers had a gala time with the grass and these amazing purist souls have probably given the biggest biscuit of their lives.Farm Fresh Grass FTW...xD

HumtY-

Tiger

What can i say even Dada comes for the ads....

Since the lack of funds i have been recently indulging myself in my hostel food, which now has become my adda and hang out place. I mean when you don't have money you really don't have any option, but coming to think of it now and this i write with my recent experiences with the mess food, the dinner keeps getting better and better. The first day I went for dinner, it was really bad there wasn't anything eatable in the mess from the Rasam to the Rotis. But then slowly as the week progressed the food seemed to get better, so i decided to go have a chat with the cook, I really wanted to know how the food is getting better and better. So i just strolled into the kitchen one day early before dinner while the cook was busy and well whatever happened is what follows.

The dinner was supposed to have daal, Aloo palak and Paneer, now usually the paneer is worse than eating an eraser for dinner and the aloo is generally under cooked, today wasn't one of the normal days, the vegetables had their own mind i suppose they wanted to give the cook a biscuit..... The Aloos were like Fuck u We wanna get cooked today, that is when i saw the cook and he was like totally astonished and well the face was unforgettable like he was juked or something, he wasn't planning on cooking the aloos all along. Then the paneer which was ordered arrived and they were fresh soft, plump rather and wholesome pieces and i was thinking to myself so how is he gonna screw up the paneer and well the cook just got frustrated and dropped his apron with a lost cause like a soldier drops his weapons on the battlefield when he knows his side has lost. I don't know about the daal but it turned out to be well cooked too, i mean the triple power of daal paneer and aloo defeated the whole cause of our hostel mess, the cause being to supply unpalatable food to us the students. I mean everyday used to be like a competition with the previous day and now we have the vegetables on our side, dunno much about the Non-Veg mess though , but who cares there is always dhaba for that. Anyway this makes the second entry into this blog since the Vegetables gave biscuit to the cook. Have fun and don't forget to send me all the biscuit situations...hehe :P

HumtY-

Parle-G

Cheap Fullfilling and Wholesome!!

With you its Never Good Enough
Because You Want the Stuff That Could Change Your Future
Your Lifes Amongst a Sea of Chance
And Now the More You Dance Just Gets You Sick and Deeper

Its Ok, Dont Apologise,
You dunno what youre striving for,
And You Never Seem To Try
Its Too Early Dont Live Your Life
Keep On Moving,
Its Time To Ride.

Everything Seems Tempting
But Nothing Comes For Free
I Often Wonder How You Drive
When The Roads Too Dark To See

We Light the Fire, To Watch It Burn
But When It Comes Your Turn
All Thats Left Is Ambers
You Ran This Race with No Real Heart
Your Right Back at the Start
You'd Already Lost It

You know its not enough.