Just another load of crap!!

The Journey

2011-10-19T07:04:00.001-07:00

As he lay, his body torn,

Wounds filled with shrapnel

heart turned to stone.

The chaos around him, had ceased to last

after seconds before a call had come to pass.

A call he made to his mother of 18 years.

He knew not why, she was moved to tears.

The same mother who once threw him out,

the day that she and her father had found out.

"Such hypocrites they are", thought the man.

"The lessons they taught me were lines in the sand,

washed away by the tide in which I was cleansed.

What I then saw of the world...." his thoughts stopped, tensed.

He looked around, saw a girl in the train.

The same one from the day before, his face strained.

She looked at him now, her face a sad story.

"How many meals would she be denied?" No honour, no glory.

Every one around had a different face,

Some happy or sad, some filled with grace.

"Everyone has their story to tell,

who am I to blow them to hell?"

With twenty seconds left, he knew there was no time

He had a decision to make, before his clock would chime.

"God would not create so many stories,

had he not wanted to finish them all.

The decision is not mine, nor the Mullah Omar's.

He has misheard the word of God, or misled,

I wish I realized sooner, then I would not have bled.

I would still be with my family back home,

not throw out, living the life of the proverbial dog looking for his bone.

I will do one thing hopefully to set things right!"

He flew off the train, jumped with all his might.

The second he hit the ground, the bomb went off

He thought he had done good, saved a lot of lives,

But it seems the poor fool did not realize.

On a platform he jumped at Dadar West,

230 people had met their Deaths.......

Disclaimer:- This was written in 10 minutes completely out of my imagination. Yes, it's fictitious and I don't really think a suicide bomber would get a change of heart in the last 20 seconds but when you have someone lecturing during a training session in office, a lot of really really messed up shit enters your head. Might as well make the most out of it and write a poem eh?

A swirling vortex......

2011-01-20T09:26:00.000-08:00

Sleep is optional. Lack of it is a hallucinogen. Something else that works as well though, is a fully loaded mind. Ever had one of those experiences where you just stare off in space, blank as a sheet of A4 paper before it enters the printer? And at the end of it, that's just what's happening, you're blank. In your head is this swirling maze of issues, none of which are getting resolved or even close to getting resolved, and you can't fucking figure out which one you're thinking about at that second, or which one you were thinking of 10 seconds before. The worst part of it is, it just appears in flashes, long enough to keep you staring at space for a long long time..

So I sit down, open my laptop screen, stare blankly for 2 minutes wondering what the fuck I want to do? Which issue I want to think about? What I want to write about? Whether I should get to work on that project, that assignment, that article, wonder about what I should have done when, what went wrong where? And it starts again, Stare off into space, start listening to Pink Floyd, that soother of our oft childlike and confused souls. Start remembering the last time I got high, laugh about that, but then it's a flash again before the next thought replaces it in the vortex..

They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. IF that is the case, someone give me immortality. It's too confusing to sit and sift through all this shit without understanding where and what to think of at one time!

That's been me, for the past 1 and a half hours, I get like this sometimes, gets triggered by anything, but more particularly by a sudden spurt of activity in an otherwise dull monotonous life. Some people might even care to call it trauma. Too strong a word perhaps, probably might settle down any time between the next 5 minutes to the next 5 months.

But till whenever it does settle, I need my anaesthesia, bring on the Music...

Blur

2010-09-11T10:28:00.001-07:00

Your heart pounds, your ears throb, you eyes are almost closed, you can feel the wind making you feel light, heady. You don't know what's left, right, right ahead or what you left behind. You forget the past, the present, future. You forget all about classes. About the lectures you've bunked, about what you want to eat, about the cigarette you smoked, the whiskey from last night, the chick from 3 ks behind, the girl you broke up with, the place you're going. All you can concentrate on is nothingness. It's obscure. It doesn't exist. The very fabric of life unfolds in front of you. You see god, you feel the glory of heaven and the fury of hell all at once. You want to think of a song to sing, but nothing comes to mind. A movie to remember but all goes blank. You become an ascetic, everything is a blur and yet so much more clear... Everything is oblivion. Reality as you know it, ceases to exist.... On a bike beyond the 100 barrier.... :)

Darkness.......

2010-02-16T03:02:00.000-08:00

It exists,

in life and in death

darkness in life hath no name,

t'is never spoken of, never known

in death it is but death itself..

What an age we live in, where foes,

can do nothing but smile and pose..

Where concealment is now a virtue, never a sin.

Where the truth and lies live together as kin...

Evil and goodness, are now in the same mark,

my question to you is, in the light or in the dark?

:P, a random collection of words.. it's exam time, go study....

This is Freedom of Press?

2010-02-06T07:01:00.001-08:00

Journalism:- The occupation of reporting, writing, editing, photographing, or broadcasting news or of conducting any news organization as a BUSINESS.

This is a country where truth counts for nothing anymore. This is one of those countries where no-one knows what really happened, where journalists who shed tears win awards, where opinions are treated as final word, where the media is a primetime soap opera. We live in a society, biased and opinionated, where the media is the new law. Broadcasting sentiments, it is simply a new way for television to lease advertising space. If we live in a society that is truly by the people, for the people and of the people, let the people decide for themselves what to ascertain from the facts. Is it possible that freedom of press is going too far? When the press endanger lives, invade privacy, form sentiments based on which side they support? How can we even decide anymore what’s right and what’s wrong? When we live in a hypocritical society that is “free” and is still spoon-fed opinions by “leading news channels”? Do we really need this anymore? It’s all just a business, run by corporates only hoping to get trp’s, making us live in this zeitgeist. India, and all the other countries in the world, wake up! This is the information age, this is an age where some goon sitting in the USA knows when a Chinese guy’s searching for tank man, relays it to china who promptly make him disappear to work in a paddy field for the government. This is an age where terrorists from “Third world nations” can access technology, get a map of Washington DC and blow it up. Do we really need this anymore? Do we need media moguls governing our actions? If this is a democracy, where am I? A small plea to every budding journalist out there. You’re job is simple, relay facts, let people decide for themselves. We’re sick of sensationalization, of suicide cases of 15 years ago, of journalists giving commentary of anti-terror operations and endangering lives. We’re sick of all of you messing with our lives, our privacy and our sense to deduce things. We don’t want you to try to rule our lives, we don’t want you to tell us that Sania Mirza’s engagement was broken off in the headlines of the newspaper. We want to know the news, not the drama of the lives of people that actually have them. To every anti-communist that exists in the world, congratulations, you’ve just woken up to your worst nightmare. This time, it isn’t Mao, Che or the CPIM. Welcome to the media!

Ah, the hypocracy of democracy...

2010-02-04T11:03:00.000-08:00

"What do you do, when you're world opens up?

What do you do, when you're free to express yourself?

What do you do, when you feel empowered enough to represent the people?

What do you do, when you know in your words, there lies strength?

What do you do, when you have the power to change what you need to?

What do you do, when you have a voice, the power to be heard?

What do you do, when it's all taken away?

What do you do, when the same people that gave you that voice, stab you in the back?

What do you do, when you're closed, shut out from the world?

When you're constrained, and can't write for what you believe in anymore?

The sheep cries to alert the others against the wolf, not to lead the wolf to the sheep's den....

R.I.P.

I am "The Procrastinator"

2010-01-03T05:48:00.000-08:00

Astala-XP baby!! For those of you who did not understand that lame attempt at humour, it ws supposed to be a take on the Terminator and his most famous line. Yes, holidays are here again, and as usual, i am stuck in a conundrum of what to do. That's when I came upon a suitable epitaph. And for those of you who are querying my sudden use of high fangled jargon, it is merely due to the fact that i'm extremely bored, and trying to find out the meaning of words using google as my dictionary. As you can clearly see, I am but the very definition of procrastination itself. Given below are the top 10 things you can do to wile away your time on one of those lazy one month vacations.

1.) Throw a ball and watch your canine companion run and fetch it, then throw it again marvelling how easy it is to live a dog's life.

2.) View a cinematograph that you have already witnessed umpteen number of times not because of it's feel good factor, or academic/social relevance, but because it has a gratuitous serving of violence and language that isn't particularly well-received at su casa, oh yeah, and for some reason, the movie is also shit funny.

3.) Saw wood, feel a stupor for the sole reason that you slept too much, and then saw wood again.(for those of you who didn't get the Saw wood part, refer a thesaurus)

4.) My personal favourite, go ring your neighbour's doorbell and run away, if your gods are with you, you'll overhear him expostulating/execrating/"having an interesting discussion" with your household telling them to beware the psychopathic "door-bell ringing loony on the loose".

5.) Give your puppy whose teeth are just growing(ouch!) a newspaper and watch that little sucker go! (Particularly enjoyable for those who like to watch rampant destruction)

6.) Try to hypnotize yourself, get bored that it isn't happening and then fall asleep. Upon waking up, brag to your friends that you were successful, but forgot that you're supposed to give a command which you couldn't have done because you were asleep.

7.) Scheme up plans for getting treats from friends who unfortunately try to do the same thing.

8.) Try to play a very difficult guitar solo even though you know it's hopeless. (More time gets wasted on this than any other activity i swear, it's been 7 months at least, and i still can't play stairway to heaven's solo properly... Or for that matter, any solo properly!!)

9.) Write a blog, google up difficult words and then substitute them wherever possible.(At least till point number 5, then get bored and write point 10)

10.) Enjoy people's comments.

Till the next time i procrastinate, cheerio..

Farewell.

2009-11-19T09:53:00.000-08:00

Two days ago, i suffered the biggest loss of my life. I had lost someone to me that was a protector, a friend and a part of the family. I still remember the glee with which 13 summers ago i saw her, a mere puppy of 5 months, as black as soot and quivering with fear at her new surroundings. Never once will I forget the words of my mother, "Look under the sofa.". And so it began, a closeness that will never ever be lost. At first sight, i fell in love, with those big brown expressive eyes of hers. The way she used to express her love for all us, and a love as unconditional as any mother can give her child, a love untainted by the impurities of the outside world, one free from corruption and evil. She simultaneously in one life-time acted as my sister and mother. In her early years, combatting for my mom's attention with me, it was almost like a kind of sibling rivalry. Slowly, as dogs always do, she started to age much quicker than me and eventually considered me like a son. She used to actually try to protect me from the servant when she used to sweep the room when i was sleeping in. The family itself went through many changes. One change that affected her the most was the arrival of the car. Her special treat used to be a ride in the car. The way her eyes used to light up at the mention of the word "Chengala" (malayalam word for leash), and following which she used to run after my dad to work her magic with those expecting eyes. She had her share of mischief in her as well, while earlier, she took a particular liking to shoes, plastic covers and enjoyed "marking her territory" in places she knew I'd step on. Later on, she took to turning the dustbing over and eating chicken bones, which were actually bad for her. It's funny how on my last trip home, she started living out a second childhood because i remember at least 2 instances where I stepped into..... Never mind. One of the biggest regrets, i think, of her life was that she could never have any pups. She used to sometimes climb into dark corners as though pretending that she was going to give birth. She would have made a fantastic mother i'm sure, the way she used to try to take care of me was enough proof of that. She died two days ago, from an un-known sickness after 3 hours of excruciating pain. Because i'm in hostel right now, I don't think the enormity of her death, nor the void that it has created in my home can be understood quite fully yet, but it has affected me deeply enough to write this blog post, the only one that really means something to me. This is to you Tinku, farewell.

The Fine Line between genius and insanity.

2009-07-12T10:43:00.000-07:00

"This is the end, beautiful friend the end"
-Jim Morrison(Song The End)

"The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you"
-Jim Morrison(Song The End)

Never in history have there been more flawed geniuses than in the western Music Industry. Madness, insanity, dementia, depression, alcohol and drug addiction, early deaths, but in common with each and everyone of these people was sheer genius. Jim Morrison will probably be remembered among his contemporaries as one of the most powerful songwriters of all time. Songs from the doors defined a new breed of psychedelic rock. Where Pink Floyd was all about the Music, the world had never quite heard lyrics as captivating and mesmerising as the ones in the songs of the doors sung by the Lazy Drone of Jim Morrison. But there was a hypnotic power in that voice, one that transcends generations and even today inspires many followers. But behind this genius lay troubles far greater than any of us ever could imagine. Morrison had a life full of conflicts, and in his last days was nothing but depressed. Till date no-one knows how he died. Murder, suicide and an accidental overdose the only possibilities.All 3 suggesting a life of great troubles. With him, we explore the possibility. Was the reason he was such a great artist, his troubles with life? He is but a small name, in a list full of such people. One of the most notable being Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain. In all his songs, he seemed like a man who was on the very brink. Stoned with every performance, his drugs almost formed the basis for his songs. Anyone who's heard "Milk It" can safely say that no human being in his right mind would be able compose it. The whole song "which is just an ensemble of shrieks and moans" just sounds like Cobain in fits of agony. And IT WAS A HUGE HIT! That's right, no questions asked. It was impressionist, the same way picasso used to spray colours on canvas, the public liked it, it was a hit. Cobain, after a life battling addiction finally chose to end his own life by shooting himself in the head leaving behind a wife and child. The list is endless, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon, Bon Scott.. So i'll leave you guys hanging on this one. Do you think it's their insanity, that made them musical geniuses? Ciao guys, have a nice time thinking about this one....

Get me out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-07-07T06:24:00.000-07:00

Home is where the heart is..... Supposedly is. 2 and a half months, that's all it took. And now, get me out of here! The daily yellings, the nagging, the chores, the "responsibility" of visiting relatives, all coupled with almost daily lectures of how i'm wasting my life and what i should do to be a good son. It's funny how the human mind is never really satisfied actually. When at hostel, food sucks, and life rocks. At home, life sucks and food rocks. Well, life doesn't entirely suck. When my friends were free, we used to play football almost every day, go out for movies, etc. That way, i enjoy the freedom i get at most times from home. But when it comes to me inside the house, now that's a whole different story isn't it? When are you going to learn to stop being such a fussy eater? Pick up the phone, Answer the doorbell, wake up early, go to sleep early, don't spend so much time on your laptop, look up at least when we're talking to you...... I could just keep going. I never used to think much of this stuff before i went to hostel, now it seems to drive me insane. I'm too used to living life my way now, and this home lifestyle is a real killer now. The past 2 and a half weeks, i've been forced to wake up at 7.30. A holiday, and 7.30 A.M. (This blog is meant for those teenagers who like to get up late and not to those freaks of nature who do otherwise). Add to that the fact that my mom made me go to an employment agency to do an "internship"(Since when do mechanical engineers work in employment agencies i wonder). And it isn't even like i got to do anything useful there. (It's an employment agency, recession.. d'uh!), no certificate, no pay. And why on earth would she want me to go there? Because she thought i was spending too much time on the laptop playing games. I sat and played claw there too! (Claw!!! @_@) But end of the day, a reflection, the only time i've ever been really happy was in hostel. Where else could i choose to sometimes ignore phone calls from home pretending to be sleeping while sitting and playing AOE instead? You learn something new about yourself everyday. Here i learnt, i love my parents, i love my family, as long as they there's some distance. And to those of you that think i'm being cold, screw it. I'm being me!

You are so out of fashion!!!

2009-07-04T05:47:00.000-07:00

You know, now i get the reason i like retro music. I'm old fashioned! It's been a startling revelation, but here it is. I was just sitting down one day reflecting, and realized that i have almost always been behind the times. In first semester, the norm was to study. Missed that and started playing too much sports(TT), which is something i never did when i was in school. Got a suppli in first for my er... "uncoolness". Enter second sem, the theme of that sem was Sports. Er, ended up doing nothing meaningful. ( I attribute that incumbency to the fact that I was "tired" after my athletic exploits in first sem and just for the record, did nothing great in first sem too with the sports). Enter 3rd sem, Lan Gaming, and i didn't have a laptop( didn't really stop me from playing though it did hinder my progress considerably). I remember the entire hostel people used to play counter strike till around 2 or 3! And poor old me either had to irritate my room-mate(me thinks the poor is better suited for him haha) or go all the way to the other corner of my hostel and play courtesy of my good friend Gowda(he was damn cool with it because i was his guru). But in spite of my gaming, it hardly matched up to the amount the rest played, so i had enough, and got a laptop the following semester ready to fling myself into the arena with a vengeance. "What arena?" was what i heard when i got back to college. It was the end of counter strike, in place of the aoe craze that was around, it was but a pale shadow of sem 3. Where did everyone go i wondered? Pat came the reply, "All sitting with their guitars." Now this was an opportunity that i couldn't miss. All my life i wanted to play the guitar, so what if i couldn't tell a g-string from and e? So what if the only prior experience i had was playing air guitar to a kirk hammett or a jimmy paige solo? Those guys are playing guitar, so will i. So i started, with my "gaming" laptop as a guide. But by the time i got any good at it, the semester finished, the culturals were over, and i missed another opportunity to display that i could beat the best of them. So, now what i wonder, I've been playing the guitar the whole summer, and i smoked a kirk hammett solo and a jimmy paige one for good measure. And then realization hits me, no-one's gonna give a damn mate! But i'll tell you what, I DO!! And trend change, kiss my ass. I've found my niche, and i'm stickin to it......

The Rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain!

2008-09-18T06:24:00.000-07:00

What the fuck is wrong with Surat???? Nice weather for a few days, then some dumbass flushes, and forgets to shut. I don't have any problems with rain, seriously(i mean, at least i get a reason to bunk class), but isn't this a wee bit too much? If this keeps up, i'm probably gonna get drowned (or "drowneded", as i remember saying during a big flood when i was 6). But i've always had history with the rain. Be it when i was 3 and ran out of the house to escape eating veggies in the pouring rain(I'd still do that! YUCK!!!) or when i was 6 and against my continuous pleas, was forced to go to school when the water was so high that it emotionally scarred my mental make-up for eternity.( I fell into rain water, then got splashed by a tata sumo and wound up in hospital with typhoid for 1 fucking month!). But i still like the rain, i just hate the slush in which most of our shit gets dumped into, mixes with rain water and then makes a splishy-splashy sound when we walk on it(that'll teach you to mess with puddles!!). So, what do you do in the rain? If you're the indoor sportsman, play AOE, CS, FIFA or any other game. If you're not, still do that!! Cos, in hostel, books are tough to come by, and study????? You'd rather i don't answer that you prick. OR another satisfying option is, get back into hostel after getting drenched, borrow your room-mate's laptop(without drying off properly) and end up ruining his happiness, write a blog to ruin everyone else's happiness, your health and your attendance(you think i'll get a med certi for fever??)!! Hope you "enjoyed" the blog . Cheers to the rain :)

Terrorism! The most terrorifying article yet!!

2008-07-16T23:02:00.000-07:00

LOL, i guarantee you this one has been coming for a long long time!! Maybe you guys have seen the movie, blood diamond. Well, there was this dialogue, "RUF is fighting for the people. RUF is fighting for Sierra Leone!!". Hmmm, yeah, it makes sense.. They're fighting for people, and they go to villages and torture, kill, rape the people they're "fighting for"! At those times i wonder, what exactly are they fighting for? Sure as hell, they ain't fighting for the country. Then there's the fundamentalist Islamic terrorism! Bravo!! I swear, they've got the best scam ever! They tell people to take up the cause of jihad in terrorist schools, cause if they do blow themselves up, "they go to heaven!" Man, imagine the talking to god in heaven, it'll probably end up like this.
God:-So, how did you die?
Terrorist:- I blew up myself and 25 others in the name of god!
God:- How touching! For me? Then you will go to heaven, you'll get a deluxe suite!!

God:-What about you young man?
Terrorist(the WTC guy):- I flew a plane into a building, and killed thousands of Americans all in the name of god!
God:-What an achievement! You will get the best room in heaven.
Angel(whispering to god):- Mother Teresa occupies it sir!
God:-Send her to hell citing no vacancy due to the sudden influx in terrorists.

LOL, the poor cops who kill murderers and terrorists probably get sent to hell! I mean come on. There must be some sort of logic to this people. Maybe these guys are a bit ignorant, and they believe that killing innocent people is the only route to salvation?? I mean come on, is it even humanly possible to be that dumb? Hmmm..... That must be why they label terrorists as being inhuman monsters. Not because they're evil and have no conscience, but it's because they are too dumb to be human! But now we have to think, what about the people that are combatting terrorists? George W. Bush. Definitely the missing link in evolution and probably the only creature even dumber than the terrorists. How he got re-elected remains to be as mysterious as his strange human like behaviour! But you've got to give him credit, destroying almost half his army in an utterly futile war on terrorism requires beyond ape like intelligence. (i'm talking negative if u guys didn't get that.) So what's the solution for terrorism you may ask? Well, the best way to stop it is.... umm..... er....... Close down every terrorist training camp in the world? Nah, nah... that isn't possible. Maybe write more funny posts like this to make people realize how dumb they're being would be a nice one! So, what're you waiting for? Start spreading the message. But don't stop reading my blogs!! :D

The pointlessness of a few movies.

2008-07-15T05:54:00.000-07:00

Man, have you guys ever watched bollywood movies? I swear, some of them are just about as pointless as looking for corners in a circular room! A few days ago, i was bored out of my wits and decided to go and see this movie called Love Story 2050 with a friend of mine. It's got this crappy story where the guy goes to the future to go and find the (??) re-incarnation of his girlfriend who died while crossing the road. Dude, if i had a girlfriend as dumb as that, i'd rather just let her stay dead!! But anyway, after watching that fiasco, it made me realise that a helluva lot of bollywood movies are pretty much the same. The movie, Om Shanti Om... Oh my god!! Another re-incarnation movie! It was good i thought till the last bit. I don't mean the fact that the female's ghost comes back to kill her ex-husband(that was crap too though) but the part where the entire movie is summaried in one song!! I agree it was a long ( long long long long... yawn) song, but still, if i wanted to see the movie, i could have just seen the song! But these 2 movies are nothing compared to the shit that is Saawariya. I went for it one day in college with my friends. One of the guys had already seen the movie once and actually wanted to see it again (after the movie i understood that he was retarded). He kept coming up with statements like, "It's a superb movie da.","The story was awesome!"... So, all of us thought, ok ok jeez don't wet your pants. So, we went to the theatre, got probably the last available seats (cos we were sitting in the front row... Talk about horrible experiences!) and went inside. The movie started off with a crappy song. No surprises considering that almost all hindi movies start with really REALLY crappy songs. The sets were good, but we couldn't see them properly thanks to the bloody front row seats. And then the plot of the movie. I don't have the patience to tell you the characters so they're A,B and C.
A= a certain male who's only claim to fame so far is a song (in the aforementioned shit movie) is a song where he drops his drawers and prances around in a towel.
B=a certain female who's only claim to fame is.....???? I think her dad's another actor who's only claim to fame is....????(talk about lame!!)
C=a certain male who's got lots of claims to fame namely shooting an innocent little deer, running over street dwellers(I was just trying to help the overpopulation problem!), dating a seriously hot international model who's acting skills are a tad worse(unbelievable!!) than C's and having had an affair with the "most beautiful"(read Yuck!!) woman in the world. Whew!! some CV, oh yeah, he acts like a well chiselled block of wood(still a block of wood).

So here's the story, A loves B, B loves C ( no, C does not love A, Indian movies are yet to explore the subject of homosexual males thank goodness!!), so later on, C dissapears. B still loves C, but then she starts loving A. Just when she's about to accept A, C comes back, so B goes back with C. In the middle there's this prostitute D, who will be remembered as the only person in the movie who could actually act. She does.... well.... nothing, and becomes the narrator(what a waste of an actress!!). So now you get the meaning of what shit movies really are. At the end of the movie, we nearly slapped our friend to high heaven!! Never never ever am i gonna take his advice again!!

Boredom!!

2008-07-08T05:35:00.000-07:00

Yeah yeah, i know. Only an absolutely bored silly stiff would write this! But what the hell? I have time, seeing as how none of you "busy people" come online :D. No insult meant but heck, desperate times call for desperate measures. You ever noticed how when you're bored even time seems to be bored with you? Hmm.. I think that i have to thank god cause his intentions are pretty good. I mean, think about it, time is going slowly to be with you!! No offense big guy, bu you screwed up there! Make it go fast please!!! The worst feeling ever is when your friends are really busy in college and they envy you cause you're still on vacations! They're like, " Oh man! Your vacations are that long??!! That is so cool dude, 2 and a half months is like, forever! Our colleges suck, we get only one month or something like that." Do you guys really need any more than that?? I mean, come on!! Sit at home for yourself and see what it's like!You guys know how when you get high, everything slows down rite, now imagine the opposite. Everyone around you is in like 32x speed in your movie and you're sitting there, with dumb old father time watching everything else go by except for the old fogey sitting with you. At least on 32x speed the movie finishes fast, you must be thinking. Well....Beep... Try again wise guy, It's like 24 hours of 32x speed!! I bet that sucks huh? So, what do i do with so much time then? Sit down, read a book, drop another load of crap on you guys maybe? (Read the blog title genius!). But i'd say that at least the word makes sense read boredom means bore=dumb!! LOL! another thing that you can do is listen to songs about being bored. There's this one song called lonely day by System of a down, yeah the band with the guy who probably doesn't know what a trimmer is. They've got a few songs which really accelerate time!! Seriously, it's not just the music, quite a lot of your time will probably go in trying to figure out what the hell they're saying!! And now there is a weird co-incidence!! While i was typing this blog, the mp3 player on shuffle put out 3 SOAD songs in a row! I guess that gives you a measure of how bored I am by just noticing this stuff!! But anyway, time to find another way to kill time, so have a good one guys!

My first blog!!

2008-07-07T06:47:00.000-07:00

What the hell??!! What am i doing here? Just about to write another bunch of rubbish for you people to read. Time to explain the irony of ragging!! Guys in the All-India anti ragging committee!! I congratulate you, you guys have done magnificently well to get rid of ragging in all the colleges of India. And that means really succeeded. It's brilliant! Seniors will not talk to juniors or interact with them in any way in the first semester in my college( the supposed rule). Attittude of seniors, "Dude!! Rules are meant to be broken!" But with all due respect, they did curb it. No physical torture or stuff. Just mental, for 7 F*****G MONTHS!! That's it, 7 months of bloody anti-ragging rules. Guys, seriously, your rules sucked worse than the ragging itself. So very honestly for the next batch of first years, it's Authorities vs. Seniors. And at the end of it, it's upto the first years to decide. Do they want it quick and painless or slow and painful? ( umm... I meant ragging guys, not mode of death). Because no matter what rules are there, the dumb fear of the seniors remains and that sucks worse than anything we can make you guys do. I remember when my seniors were ragging me, boy was i a glutton for punishment! Here's just one of the many faux pas i made!

Senior:-Dude, you see that really irritating senior right? ( irritating due to his appallingly bad poor jokes otherwise known as Mokkais)
Me:-Yes sir.
Senior:- That guy came from your school right?
Me:- Yes sir.
Senior:- How did they let in such creatures in your school?
Me:- Well sir, all of us had to write an entrance exam..
Senior:- Dude, please. Was that supposed to be funny?
LOL, poor guy could have slapped me for that one, but deep down i know he was laughing like a clown for that one!! But anyway juniors, remember, rules are meant to be broken. Life's more fun for you and us that way!!