AGNELO PERIERA KO GUSSA KYON AATA HAI (We don't know guys... but we think he needs to learn salsa... and just chill a bit in life)

OK... TIME-OUT AFTER THIS...
This is the last time we use our blog for ranting by Herald staffers. Penpricks will not henceforth allow its space to fight such personal battles. Since the draw has been called by some folks against Agnelo Periera, we are giving him the opportunity to go for his gun. But this gun slinging ends here.
We journos are vain folk. Come on guys this is splendid space to discuss the merits/demerits of your newspaper, your work environment here. Not this shit about whose arse needs a scrub. Grow up guys.


RESPONSE BY AGNELO PERIERA (and thats us in bold, italicised, sitting pretty in the brackets)
More than anything, I was pretty amused by the comments for their sheer vulgarity, hatred and envy. (Can't resist this... we just can't resist these comments... If vulgarity amuses Agnelo, wonder what would porn do to him... stiffen him up perhaps)
One word describes it all. Nauseating. That's it. (oh the 'amusing' part was the pun then)
If you can't hit him professionally, heckle him personally. This seems to be the maxim of the anonymous fellows, who have proved that they are just that -- gande nalli ka kiddas. (This is line straight out oh HUM. Rememner the Amitabh, Rajnikant starrer... His corny philosophical dialogue... 'Is duniya mein do tarah ke kide hote hain..ek gande nali ka kida aur' Agnelo seems to have done well here)
It's better to be envied then pitied.
Pity you guys for having no b…. (that's balls for the uninitiated) to come on record.
Pity you guys for having to stoop to the level of gutter rats.
Oh yes! You have guessed it right. I have a very close association with penpricks. I read their stuff regularly, which I suppose you guys do too. So, we are all contributing to penpricks, aren't we?! (Oh Agnelo's so close to PENPRICKS, we tell him to brush his teeth again every morning, twice)
And yeah, oh yeah! I don't try, I definitely clean my A*** after S*** and at times damage my A*** when I get constipated. (Yuck... we have no truck with this) But would never ever go to war with S*** (guys like you)!! Not worth it. Spineless creatures.
Scared?? My foot. Calling a spade by no other name has always been my attitude, can that be construed as a `misdeed'?
Oh my! Am I delighted on being romantically linked!! Guess what? I have been having a ball on the terrace. If the female sub-editor has no problem, tu s*** kabab me haddi kyon banta re... (hey we never thought PENPRICKS could be construed as a matrimonial device... All the best Agnelo. Wave out to us from the terrace, when you can)