after having exposed you all to the concepts of pys,we at thatissomedeepshit have decided to take you to the next level. we sincerely hope that you have taken all necessary precautions before reading this (you must have close at hand, a bottle of the finest vanilla twist vodka, a cardiac jumpstarter, and an ultrasonic distance estimator, just in case).
did you ever wonder, where exactly does deep shit originate? is it made in a factory somewhere in china, just like everything else in the world? or is it a conspiracy by the americans?
well thankfully, it's neither. deep shit is everywhere, right in front of us, staring back at us, but it must be identified. it is up to us, my young and green readers, to see the deep shit and recognise it. dsalpha and i have begun our quest.
now, it is possible that the deep shit you discover may seem irrelevant at the time. but it still is deep shit, right? this is where the temporal significance of deep shit hits you straight in the
face, like a mohammad ali jab. or a simon cowell insult. the fact is that every deep shit has relevance in a certain time and place. and when you find something that has potential, it is almost certain to evolve into deep shit at some point in time.
this is about the time you use that vodka.
because this truly is the shit. the deepest there ever was.
25 January, 2007
18 January, 2007
Shit happens!
this is another deeply insightful post. one that revolves around a deep shit incident that took place a few days ago. now b4 i begin my shit, visitors have to understand that deep shit is not so much of a written thing as it is a spoken thing. but u knw we're tryin our level best. hence i encourage u'll to keep the shit moist by commentin actively...so we can enlighten u'll better
its a car!!! its red!!! its a red wagonR!!!
a few frnds n i were returnin home from malad. we had 3 cars in all. we're crusin down the highway in my car. n *boom* one of our cars had been in an accident. not the regular touch n go. a truck had hit the wagonR bang in the middle of the highway. we parked our cars closest to the accident and ran towards it.
i knw u'll must've thot that was some deep shit. not yet! the truck had FISHTAILED the wagonR which then skid a hundred and eighty degrees and was hit again by the fast truck b4 coming to a halt. now, a wagonR KISSING a TRUCK ten times its size in the middle of the highway is NOT a pretty sight. now THAT was some pretty deep shit!!!
driver kidhar hai?
a few minutes into the arguments and the fighting and the contemplating whether to call the cops or not, it struck us that all the passengers in the truck were present except one..the driver. wht followed next was the most interesting conversation i've had with anyTHING in a long time.
us: driver kidhar hein?
one of the passengers: driver ka kya kaam hein? humko bolo
us: driver kidhar hein?
passenger: idhar hi gaya hoga police station (as if for a routine visit)
us: driver kidhar hein?
passenger: idhar hi kahin ghoomta hoga (no mans land, western express highway)
us: driver kidhar hein?
passenger: MEIN DRIVER HOON
lolllllll. it was like tryin to have a conversation with the truck itself. it was some deep shit man! so yeah whtever. later we found out that they were takin bullets up their asses coz the driver was drunk and they were tryin to hide him.
the police FIR was later filed. alternate theories abt the accident were later made and documented on mobile cameras and insurance money might be on its way. but, lets not forget what we learnt here. SHIT happens all around us. all the time. but its we, the enlightened ones, who must recognize the deep shit amongst passive earthbound material and improve our understanding of the above mentioned. godspeed!
its a car!!! its red!!! its a red wagonR!!!
a few frnds n i were returnin home from malad. we had 3 cars in all. we're crusin down the highway in my car. n *boom* one of our cars had been in an accident. not the regular touch n go. a truck had hit the wagonR bang in the middle of the highway. we parked our cars closest to the accident and ran towards it.
i knw u'll must've thot that was some deep shit. not yet! the truck had FISHTAILED the wagonR which then skid a hundred and eighty degrees and was hit again by the fast truck b4 coming to a halt. now, a wagonR KISSING a TRUCK ten times its size in the middle of the highway is NOT a pretty sight. now THAT was some pretty deep shit!!!
driver kidhar hai?
a few minutes into the arguments and the fighting and the contemplating whether to call the cops or not, it struck us that all the passengers in the truck were present except one..the driver. wht followed next was the most interesting conversation i've had with anyTHING in a long time.
us: driver kidhar hein?
one of the passengers: driver ka kya kaam hein? humko bolo
us: driver kidhar hein?
passenger: idhar hi gaya hoga police station (as if for a routine visit)
us: driver kidhar hein?
passenger: idhar hi kahin ghoomta hoga (no mans land, western express highway)
us: driver kidhar hein?
passenger: MEIN DRIVER HOON
lolllllll. it was like tryin to have a conversation with the truck itself. it was some deep shit man! so yeah whtever. later we found out that they were takin bullets up their asses coz the driver was drunk and they were tryin to hide him.
the police FIR was later filed. alternate theories abt the accident were later made and documented on mobile cameras and insurance money might be on its way. but, lets not forget what we learnt here. SHIT happens all around us. all the time. but its we, the enlightened ones, who must recognize the deep shit amongst passive earthbound material and improve our understanding of the above mentioned. godspeed!
14 January, 2007
guys do it standing
that is some seriously deep shit!
i remember we were in the process of diggin out some beautiful shit at Fort Aguada, Goa when dsBeta and i (notice how we've concealed our true identities on this blog. simply because, as founders, we realize that what we reveal publicly here has potential to traumatize readers and possibly bring entire nations to their knees) had just dug into the people-starin-into-the-hollowness funda when we decided to share it with a few laymen. what happened then was a shocking revelation.
after being slightly disturbed by their statements, we realized that it was only a gifted few of us who could ponder over such profound inanities at the level that we do, and escape unhurt. so what then do u call something that fell short of being labelled deep shit? after much discussion and reasoning, we decided to call it pys** (pronounced: piss)
so yeah, if you knw exactly where we're headed, i invite you to join this movement.
lets make a difference
statutory warning: do NOT try deep shitting in the absence of a fellow deep shitter or alcohol. in that order
**that is some deep shit within itself
i remember we were in the process of diggin out some beautiful shit at Fort Aguada, Goa when dsBeta and i (notice how we've concealed our true identities on this blog. simply because, as founders, we realize that what we reveal publicly here has potential to traumatize readers and possibly bring entire nations to their knees) had just dug into the people-starin-into-the-hollowness funda when we decided to share it with a few laymen. what happened then was a shocking revelation.
after being slightly disturbed by their statements, we realized that it was only a gifted few of us who could ponder over such profound inanities at the level that we do, and escape unhurt. so what then do u call something that fell short of being labelled deep shit? after much discussion and reasoning, we decided to call it pys** (pronounced: piss)
so yeah, if you knw exactly where we're headed, i invite you to join this movement.
lets make a difference
statutory warning: do NOT try deep shitting in the absence of a fellow deep shitter or alcohol. in that order
**that is some deep shit within itself
The Laxative
this, gentle readers, is the shit. the deep shit. an entire blog dedicated to the profound stuff that not many can talk about without facing the usual symptoms of shortness of breath, seizures and the occasional heart attack. a concept so complex that it had to be conceived over an entire 4 days of alcohol and sea air induced stupor, by dsalpha and yours truly, dsbeta. this is where, my friends, the shit really hits the fan.
and for those of you not familiar with the shit, here it is in all its glory. an example that exemplifies what this blog is all about.
it was a sunny morning when dsalpha and myself saw these ordinary unenlightened folk peering into the apparent nothingness of ventilation shafts. what were they looking for? was it themselves? the truth hit us like a bolt of lightning. these poor folk could see staring straight back at them, the very emptiness of their souls. a perspective of themselves, created by themselves. but what then, does the shaft see? does it see a reflection of itself in these soul-seekers? that, my patient audience, is some deep shit. and if you haven't yet lost bowel control, or started having hallucinations of being violated with a vodka bottle, then you are on your way to being a fellow deep shitter.
and for those of you not familiar with the shit, here it is in all its glory. an example that exemplifies what this blog is all about.
it was a sunny morning when dsalpha and myself saw these ordinary unenlightened folk peering into the apparent nothingness of ventilation shafts. what were they looking for? was it themselves? the truth hit us like a bolt of lightning. these poor folk could see staring straight back at them, the very emptiness of their souls. a perspective of themselves, created by themselves. but what then, does the shaft see? does it see a reflection of itself in these soul-seekers? that, my patient audience, is some deep shit. and if you haven't yet lost bowel control, or started having hallucinations of being violated with a vodka bottle, then you are on your way to being a fellow deep shitter.
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