"we condemn this dastardly act of terrorism"
thats it? IS THAT FUCKING IT? what big balls my govt. has got to say that! haw! bravo!bravo!
This morning i switched the tv off because i was 'bored' of the news of people dying in Srinagar....and now i realise whats happening. People die like flies there and my bangle and thong wearing brave government "condemns" it.

I wouldnt want to die for no reason. I would like to come back home to my family after a long tiring day. I wouldnt want my family to see my railway pass in a sea of blood.

Not all of us are leader of men. We dont even ask for a 21 gun salute and a state funeral.But we definitely would like to see our entire bodies on the pyre, not just our hands alone. Or our fingers.

How cool is it to be remembered by a single name only, e.g. Kaka. Makes you feel great. And after 1000 years, people start wondering if it was your first name or your last name. So, what is Moses’ surname? Or was Moses a surname? If I’m not wrong ‘Christ’ was only the title given to him and being content with Jesus Joseph sounds very Tamil. But if you had surnames like Arantes do Nascimento or Luíz Nazário de Lima, it is always advisable to stick to a single name. He too might have had a lengthy surname which the dim wit historians in 1 A.D found it difficult to write and record. I never call anyone ugly; however I take strong exception when it comes to cockroaches. Even worse is the flying variety. I also happen to call people a cockroach/jhingoor/zurral when I am not exactly glad with them. Did you know, they can live for eight days even after being beheaded! They can also survive nuclear attacks! A few weeks ago I saw a cockroach commit suicide. No kidding! It was walking on the wall and it suddenly jumped off it; never to get back up again. Something to be happy about when days are extremely boring. Another thing to do on a boring day is listening to music. Continuously, say for 4 hours straight and then I get fed up of the constant chiew chiew between the ears and I finally stop it. Somehow the silence sounds much better. Things like orkut and cell reminders absolutely take away credit from people who put in efforts to remember your birthday! Tch. Never tease the nerds. There used to be a nerd in my school who was a few years junior to me. Everyone called him big dick since his surname was Mahadik. Juvenile humour. Today, he’s doing something with NASA and he has a planet named after him, (no kidding! Do a google search!) and we are where we were, very down to earth. And after 1000 years people will think Mahadik was his first name. The dilemma of a good guest begins when he starts thinking what does he get along with him for the dinner. An empty handed walk-in might look like me walking into the college canteen which forces us non bovine creatues to ruminate its food . Well, it’s a semi-formal dinner, so I decide a cake for dessert would be a good pick; at least it requires minimum brain racking and is not bound to ‘fail’. “Oh cake! Which one? Looks great, but I can’t really eat it, my trainer has told me to avoid all such on my diet.” Hmm…simply wonderful. A good guest should compliment Mrs. Host about her culinary skills, appreciate the weather, be friendly with master and miss host and most importantly not being sloppy drop his spoon while having dinner .The excusa oblongata of the brain suddenly becomes devoid of thought, think think man! “Told you aunty, no ghee on my rotis, look what it does to my fingers!” “Is my copyrighted lame humour good enough to avoid this situation? Hmm hmm?” “Oh, take a new one.” Thank you master host, you will be a considerate host someday in the future. Dinner is done, the diet is instantaneously forgotten and I get the smallest piece. Hmm…simply wonderful.

1.5 hours of excruciation. Dingy corner.No ventilation.Dry throat.Grasping for life and at such an auspicious moment in time, my beloved,trustworthy accomplice , my 100 MS decides to throw its towel in the ring.The old lad has already has been handicapped due to aging and has lost its top row of the display and now the remaining part of the LCD decided in to join its uppermost counterpart. Come on you, target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,you legend, you martyr AND SHINE, DAMN IT! // DHOOOB DHOOOB DHOOOB // . The best way to get an invigilator off your back is to look at him the same way he looks at you. A few more DHOOBs and i revive it :D ! And then we happily return to the remaining 2.5 hours of misery.

A farewell party of some kind. Usual trends :Exhibit A gets drunk and asks everyone if they are high too, Exhibit B is drunk and gets philosophical about the birds sitting on the electric poles while exhibit C gets drunk and repeatedly keeps telling Exhibit A that he is totally drunk.

I have downed 2 chickens.Beat that! A few days ago, i read some random kid's blog about Pink Floyd songs and how one relates to them while going from school to blah and from another brick in the wall to blah. Well after my sumptuous dinner, the only song that i can best relate to is "get your filthy hands off my dessert. "

My experiments with truth. PLs make you explore and do things that you never would have or wanted to imagine. I discovered a digital multimeter in my house. First, i decided to measure the voltage between the temporal and the finger on touching a hot vessel. 0.07v. Then, i decided to measure the potential difference across my brother's skull when he was sleeping. 0.01v. This scientifically proves that younger siblings do not have any. //Dusts hands against each other//.
Experiment 2: Without switching the compressor on, use the blower of the AC as a substitute for the ceiling fan; provides better results. The cost factor will be analyzed when the bill comes.

I Ching is an uncle now. We were deciding on the baby's name. We agreed upon something Japanese. Thanks to our ignorance, we could only come up with things like sushi, Kaizen,Kanban, but, but...we mutually agreed that PokaYoke kicks arse! The only problem with such an error proof name is that the kid might hate us when she gets older. She might us hate us more when she gets to know that we had a laugh while deciding her name. If you people have better suggestions for a genuinely GOOD name for a girl child, please enlighten us.
(Names like Orion, Ada, Nephertite, Aphrodite, Mia,Dia,etc etc. have already been rejected, stick to something zimble and malyali.)

Noises.I can bear the hammers and the road diggers.Telephones, i cant. Ever petted a cow? Have you seen how it shivers its skin when you touch it? Voluntary muscles. I shiver in the same way most of the time when the phone rings. Involuntary.Sounds like some one is choking James Blunt with his diaphragm vibrating at its amplitude. I dont like James Blunt.He sings like a girl. My speakers. They are screwed up right now. They sound rather bad while on other occasions they blast and sound like the air pocket in your ear has just cleared out.

Swimming is a nice thing to do. You often find blobby men in the pool bitching. Yes, just like women, blobby uncles gossip too. Blobby uncles make me feel good about my shape.Thank you uncles. Relative misery is all good.

Opinion of the day. I think the Enflield Mk1s are better looking and more classy than the AK-47s or for that matter any of the automatic rifles.

Alice.My Dog.Well,she is actually a bitch. But 'my bitch' sounds like a reference in 'like that' movies.Doggy.She will not do the regular dog tricks and cares half a fuck about a ball you would want her to fetch.You might have to run the distance and fetch it yourself while she supervises you. Nor does she care half a fuck about Alsations thrice her size and dares them. She eats mangoes, tomatoes, bananas and jack fruit. Now can your doggy do that?

Me. I always read the newspaper starting from the last page.Every morning i make it a point to curse Bombay Times. I carry a parker as a good luck charm.For some reason, it is never filled with ink. I wrote to the president a year and half back and he had replied with some affirmative action too.However, the way things turned out, it became clear why he is only the titular head.
Sachin Tendulkar apologised to me in 1994! I was a kid then and he was walking backwards when he bumped into me. Had come down for some charity match and wasnt a big name then.He is a lot more fairer than what he looks like on tv, atleast he was then and his hair was definitely more curlier than what it was then. I have size 10 feet, perfectly flat and broad, if you ever find weird foot marks on beaches, ask me if i was there before you think it is an alien invasion or you think have discovered a beach yeti.( After reading this post, I have been reminded of my 'proboscidian' drawings on the beach, so if you ever see them, you havent discovered any long forgotten civilisation either, just me again) The webbing/connection between my right earlobe and the face is different from what it is between the left earlobe and the face.So buhh.

Time did not seem to be a continuum. Different parts could be seen stitched together with a shabby seam.

The discovery of the five new elements.People,places,purpose,sequence and methods.

Twisting of morals according to one's convinience.

Wanting to do wrong because because it wasn't done before.

Double standards. The need to adopt them.

The rise of the simpletons. The fall of the mighty.

Homogenous winners.Variety of losers, the silent one,the confused one, the ignorant one..and the list goes on.

Segregation of expectation and hope.

Being a spectator,
Cruel girls.Their manipulation of naive boys.
Wandering jews.
Mutual understandings.Confusion,dissappointment with happiness.

Near death experiences.On the road,in the water.

Innovative curses.

Clandestine hillocks and their waterfalls being declared as private hang out places.

Weird hair styles.

Ebbs and surges.

To,the end.The end of dimensioning and imperials.The end of false acceptance and submissions.The end of writing spiderman against roll number 70 in attendance sheets.
To,health,wealth,our lives,your hot wives if you find them, to luck and fuck.
To, our begining.Cheers.

GT. Glass Tracing. An effective tool for plagiarism. You place a source of light at the bottom , a glass above it, on it is the original sheet,above it goes your sheet, then you trace the drawing.
Advantages : Time Saving.
Disadvantages : Leads to a severe back ache if done for a long duration.
So after 2 hours of doing it, sitting in the odd same position i suddenly realise my leg has lost sensation. I get up and try walking with a back ache and the lower body having cramps . It looks like those deer babies who are just given birth to, which are shown on discovery channel, who struggle to stand on their feet and fall down. Only that when it happens to me , it looks like a gorilla aping a baby deer. This happens a lot.

Which reminds me....Discovery Channel. This is a channel which you switch over to when there is too much of making out on the other channels and when your parents are around and you get a little embarrassed. So you switch over to discovery and what do they have, the mating season of snakes or lions or something similar.This happens a lot.

Parents. They wont speak to you otherwise regarding 'issues' . They find it best to speak when you are listening to something with your earphones. Digging the drawer below the tv while you are watching it hence obstructing the view is another thing that they do. This is universal.This happens a lot again.

16 :

Then there brothers and cousins who are 16/18 with their "oh im gonna enter / i have entered college , i am so cool and my coolness is effervescing out" attitude. Happy days those.16...let them be.

21 :

"what do you want to do when you become big?"
"we are already 'big' "

"Yea..Well, you know those big shots, how they say...i wanted to do this , i knew i would DEFINITELY ( pointing a stiff finger in the air, pointing downwards as if to make a point) do this and i wouldnt do anything if it werent for this...i was born to do it! What do you feel you were born to do? "
"I (Pointing two stiff fingers in the air) DEFINITELY dont know! Do you? "

"Burp. Another glass?"
"Why not,Why not"

And suzanna messages while this is going on. "The clown is going berserk."

Clown = Nerd of the class. They rule . They suck at the core and they know nothing. They build an angelic image of themselves . No matter how bad they are , the image ensures that they still are good. But they rule the world and thats how it is.
Talking about images and these big mobile phone companies, inspite of all the "your service is poor" and " i will drag you to the consumer court" , yea...a very sophisticated threat that i happen to issue sometimes,which results inthe induction of a secret, non visible "wtf!" smile on the complaint counter chick(CCC) and on me too..buhh; those (CCC) remain unfazed and so does the image of the comapny. They are abused,spoken,bitched,written about and against but their annual turnover always grows exponentitally.

Whats up?
Boredom
and...
and even more.

What would be the thing you like the best about your house?
For me, i would say it is the door. You step out of it at 8.30 in the morning and the sun shines right into your face. Makes you squint and smile. A very good way to describe the solstices and the apparent movement of the sun would be to notice when you first step out , it used to shine straight into my right eye,but now it does into my left eye instead!
So thats how a regular day starts.

People who find holi messy are stupid. Freud could use them to examplify his psychosexual anal stage with such specimens.
Inter-terrace wars used to be fun. Aiming at the man who used to cut cricket balls with his knife from four floors up was even more fun. "Dont let it hit his head, might hurt, as close to the feet, make it skip beats" used to be the strategy.

Buses never come when you want them to. And when they come, they are like what Whoopie Goldberg would look like wearing Keira Knightley's corset. Push.Get in. I can see the left thumb,the hand,the head,the neck..and ..........
no..its not a boy!
or a girl!!!
just a man trying to get inside the bus at the next stop.
And in the middle of all this, a tobacco chewing uncle tells you how things are late and go wrong if they are meant to.Says Murphy said so.Thank you uncle.
Not to forget the aunties who are offered seats to. They somehow seem to wear the same perfume in the bus. Like a uniform.
On behalf of all men,
a belated happy women's day.
Without you,
our world would have been gay.

Me tagged me. like that makes sense.
Me = http://www.sillygoof.blogspot.com . I am sorry i cannot do hyperlinks.
Perfect lover, if you fit into these, let me know:
1. Beholder of the most beautiful-est eyes ever.
2. Who could make and encourage having good food for every mood.
3. Resonation without words.
4. Contradictor of likings.
5. Good in bed.
6. Thriving on simplicity and unconventionality.
Thank you.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Scientifically wrong movie.
Two things that get me thinking are :

1. 3 am...the hour of the anti-christ
I did not know spirits and ghosts have a religion too.

2. Judas
I too would have protested ,if anyone's feet were washed with perfume.

Was sitting there, while the goldsmith taught the art which he thought he knew, was
being restless and wondering why was it unusually calming. You can watch all of them even better from rite at the back than you could ever from the front.Some like to introspect , a few like to retrospect; very few you would actually want to inspect.

Reciprocation , you have it, you better value it, if you dont then "Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!"

Sometimes,numbers go around in a circle around your brain like a meter reading. 60603046574757576271 and 30. Funny.

I still think what i did today was wrong. But i liked it and am actually happy about it. Not because what it does to you,(okay maybe a little), but more importantly because it is about going against yourself. Rights ,wrongs, goods and bads are relative. There's gotta be a patch of bad so that i could treasure,value and crave for the the better. As of right now, i dont want to go to heaven nor do i care about going to hell, today is my inspiration and right now my ambition.

Sorry.

Randomness...

Minutes of a blank mind are peaceful in an otherwise traffic of thoughts,which are overspeeding and not observing lane discipline. The unfortunate part about it is, the blankness adorns u with its glory and blesses you with its presence mostly at the wrong time and occasions, examples include the vivas, talking to a stranger girl and after reading the lines
"Q1 is compulsory.
Attempt any 4 of the remaining 6 questions.
Draw neat figures and sketches where required.
Figures to the right indicate full marks.
Make suitable assumptions"
I like this line ^ the best.
Better ocassions would include post happy sunday lunch afternoons listening to John Mclaughlin, Floyd and Jim Morrison.
Morrison...what an unintellectual way to die for a man with an IQ which was close to Leonardo Da Vinci's.


So the lectures were finally allowed to take place. Water trickled down the eye." Abbe cover your mouth atleast!"
Needed a lot of self talking,mood building and courage to do so. There were others who made their debut today. "Proff ke boni kar di yaar".
I thought i needed toothpicks to keep the eyelid open, tom n jerry style..but then the toothpick would definitely snap. Just painting closed eye lids ( i draw a lot of inspiration from tom n jerry)
sounded better. No paint anywhere...damn it!

Madarchandi Ganguly gets out as soon as i switch the tv on. Buhh. Off. Stuff...Stuff.. Stuff.On.Edddddggeee ... takkkeenn...Pathhaaann is ....Off. Unsuccessful attempt at sleeping. On. Paaahkistaaan have...Off. Its all a conspiracy. They want to put the blame on my tv and my remote for it.


The year was 1996/97. Wordsworth at his boring best in the class went:

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company..

' I ve read everything from enid blyton to sidney sheldon to archer' girls at the back: "hihihihi"
' I watch friends at this age and i ve gotta 56kbps modem at home and i know stuff' partner:
"ah!..oh!..haha hehe"
'My vocabulary is yet to reach its puberty and i like Supandi and Hodja' me : "Ehmm? what?"

You can hear the oddest of people make sense sometimes.They have the simplest of answers. People whom you dint expect to otherwise.
On asking which celebrity couple would you pair up on AXN,
Boobbu Blonde : Enrique and Christina, because hes such a slut and shes such a slut and hihihihi...and more giggle giggle giggle(its only good till it lasts.)
Lalu Prasad Yadav: "Haddi manav ki ho ya danav ki, jab tak logon ki jaan bach rahi hain, toh kya farak padta hain"
Translation: ...never mind.

*Mutual fund investments are subject to market risks. Please read the offer document carefully.
They should be dragged to consumer courts for doing this.


I am still hungry. Two apples and one orange have been finished in record time. There's no maggi in the house now. Please send in your generous donations in the form of food to zii's relief fund. You can avail of tax benefits on them.

Its the first time ive been tagged.Awww...my first.buh.
Shakya tagged me.

The Rules :
1) Start with six random/weird facts about yourself
2) Tag six people who now have to write six random facts about themselves, as well as clearly posting these rules.
3) Make sure to post the names of six people at the end of the post
4) Leave the six tagged people a comment on their website telling them that they are tagged, and to go to your website for the rules/information.

soo...

1. I am back from Goa. Left home on the first day of college.Spent an entire night on Calungute beach...and when i say on the beach, i dont mean some beach facing room. i mean actually on the beach..rite in the middle of the sand.They said it was not allowed..the pandus wouldnt let us; but getting a brain freeze due to the cold winds at 2 am is a difference experience altogether.
Are we jealous?

2. I show dyslexic syndromes some times.I write p as q sometimes. Do that a lot with the Devanagari letters too.

3. I can sit and shower you with gyaan anytime of the day no matter how tired i am,more importantly no matter how tired you are...and i wouldnt stop until you go "PLEASEE ..HELLP..HALLLP...ENOUGHHH..stop in the name of god...DONT BUG!"

4. I can forgive easily but i find it hard to forget, forget 80% of the things for that matter.Unfortunate. This 80% does not include the things to be learnt for exams. Again, Unfortunate.

5. I have to think really really deep rite now to complete these 6 facts. I find it difficult to respond to questions like "so..tell me something about yourself".

6. The first thing i notice about people is their eyes.

I tag :
Ecstatic Exuberance.
Narsi's Vibrant Heart.
Karuna's rumination, confessions and ramblings.
Mirchii...i am not sure whether the double i is after the R or after the ii.
......man...i dont know too many people in here.
Casa's graffiti.
Couchpotato...whos display pic ive stolen for my MSN display.

now i ve to go to their sites to tell them....buhh.This is energy consuming.

A job that should not take more than 10 minutes to complete. Take the xerox copies , get the signatures, fax them. zimble? not quite.

I dedicate this post to my revvverrrend( listen to me revving it up) principal Dr...ok, hes gotta a family and kids who might read this. Lets not mention names.

Xerox takes a good 30 minutes...// pulls out speech from the pocket//...And i would like to thank the goverment of maharashtra for the systematic load shedding scheme, the MSEB, the college xerox guy who seems to be the most hardworking staff member(frame of reference is relative) and lastly not to forget my friend who let two chicks go in front of him in the line.Evil chicks those...the ones from dental colleges...they cast spells!

Witness 2: Mr. Poo.
Mr. Poo ...well old habits die hard. He was still in the submission mode.He always is. So when we approached him for a signature...
ummm....my pen is with Mr.Mo...get it no...i sign with only that pen.
( Consistent with the submission slogan "thou shalt have to run back and forth atleast 2 times before getting my sign)
Sir, use my pen...here.
NO NO! I use onleee maay paaiin.
buhh.


And thenn....half the documents get faxed. The peon comes in a drowsy state out of the principal's office. " half of them are done...
Dude..which half...while he hands over a big bundle....
ummm...i dont know, oh and btw sir is calling u people.
Reverrrreeend Sir : "bhaifhai bark bark bark"
You can hear the thoughts of all in the room at that time. All in chorus ..Tommy Hadddddd!
Us : aye???
Me : // "Speaks in marathi thinking we mite actually understand each other "//
Reverrreeend : "bhaifai"
Me : //concludes..his nonsense is not bound by language or dialect//

He wanted a cover letter to be sent. And our telephone nos on it.
...For those of you who dont know how things work in my college,
covering letters , cover pages are more important than assignments.
So we get it.
"Arre...where are your addresses??"
"Sir, they are mentioned in detail in the applications"
"No No No...bark bark bark"

In the entaaayree college...theres only one printer working.Others are on a christmas vacation. A dot matrix that too. Yes, we still live with dot ...matrices?
The paper doesnt load. When it does the printer refuses to work.
Proff. Pappu to the rescue. Proff Pappu is bastard...but was unusually nice today.

back to revvvvvs office,
"Sir.."
"Arre leave space here no!"
Trip 3:
"Sir.."
"Arre leave space there no!"
.................n its finally done after 3 hours.
"sir.."
"hmm...ok...CHALO LETS FAX THEM!"
yes yes
lets!
....woo hoo!

In the meantime two ass kissing teachers from EXTC enter. Hehe Sir...wag wag wag..whoooorff.
Tommy, Moti, Jimmy Haaadddddd.
And revvvverrrend goes on to teach them powerpoint, which they apparently do not know.
On closer observation, reverrrreeend did not know anything either.

And the fax machine conks off.
"It is v. slow na"
....like owner like machine.

Sir, ill fax them from outside.
"hmm....frowwwn....K FINE..DO AS YOU PLEASE!"
Menopausal uncle that man.

So.. u r looking forward to something really badly. The day before it actually happens you are so excited that the excitement consumes a mammoth amounth of your enthusiasm ,energy and thought. And when the moment finally arrives it doesnt feel that much. What an anticlimax.
Its like a drum roll...only not ending in the traditional thisssssh, the drum stick slapping the cymbal..its more more like a drum roll ending with a tuk. no bleody thisshh!

John Lennon. Over rated. But shouldnt have killed him. Should have killed Yoko the brain chokeo.

Brave plans seldom materialize.

If i had a band of my own, would start a song probably with the bass to be accompanied by a combination of an acoustic and drums. Wonder what that would sound like! Would let the instruments do the talking. You know people who tell you how they can relate to the words of a song.,my band...they would relate to the instruments playing and the lyrics would be fed according to it instead of first making lyrics and fitting some tune into it.
So much for my 5th std essay on "my band".
Idle minds and bodies are dangerous.
Love seems to be false and lust to be the truth.

Hope a four letter word. Makes u expect,dream,pray,believe in god and makes u hallucinate. The strongest 4 letter word,after the f word but ofcourse.

Songs tend to stick.I'm the world you'll never seeI'm the slave you'll never freeI'm the truth you'll never knowI'm the place you'll never goI'm the sound you'll never hearI'm the course you'll never steerI'm the will you'll not destroy....I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy...pa pa puh puh paah

And someday we return to mediocre regularity which seems preferrable only when it is gone.
Viscious viscious circle.

Relative Reality (fancy heading huh? I dont like giving titles to posts)

We live in a society where nothing is absolute. Those who dont agree with this fact are at a risk of being called either orthodox or hyper modern. Sense and Sensitivity seem to be retro concepts.
Modern science might be a boon and a reality but literature, language and art erode, manipulate and propagate the manipulations of the absolute established by science.
Science however does not entirely provide the fuel to propel civilization. Standard definitions have ambiguity.
Language limits our creativity and understanding. Society limits our interpretations. Bad/Good?
Compatibility, unfortunately for most means acceptance. Even if it is at the cost or rejecting your opinion which you respected ; majority of the opinion might be wrong but why do we forget partially it was correct too....we wouldnt have stood by it otherwise.

Too many interpretations intersecting with each other is only a part of the problem. The root of the issue is defining boundaries. We are going fast into a time frame which has no boundaries.
That is scary. Boundaries define.Boundaries set the absolute. Boundaries help us differentiate.
Boundaries help us recognize where to stop and where to go further and set new ones.
Without boundaries.....good is bad...sweet is salty. Language is devoid of any science.Science is devoid of sense. Sense is devoid of meaning.It is going to be a mess.

So then , where do we stop? Who decides where and when? Too many answers and justifications to these questions.

Let absolute be.

Study Leave

Failure of the custom made mathematical formula.
Experiments on the pneumatic force exerted by the mouth..by the trying to turn the page of the book with a stream of wind. When the experiment was conducted successfully..the same stream is used to hold the next page down as a paper weight.
Rhyming without a reason...and it stops rhyming after a while.
The fall of the third wicket.
After much convincing myself, moving the body,getting up to shave..and theres no cream...buhh
Shower. The water starts crawwwling out of the taps...lazy fuck of a fluid.
Trying hard to sleep, listening to the radio..and they play the worst music ever.
Thinking about the last time when i did something for the first time.
Doorbell....bugger let me sleep. Doorbell...go away, come again some other day little zii wants to sleep!
Doorbell....yea..doing a good job huh?
A courier. ITS FOR MEE! I never get couriers. Neat handwriting on the envolope.Hmmm..Please god ...let it be a secret admirer...pleaseee superrr pleasse god.
These days ka Gods na...they dont listen only!
Dissappointed. Going back to bed. Its 5 now...oh damn its 5 now.
plch.

Its Ok.

Its funny how we blindly follow a few things without reasoning or question and yet celebrate it...even funnier are the things that we dont say because we fear that they may be socially unacceptable.


Although everythings fair in war..i wouldnt know about love...Its okay to say Krishna made Arjun and Yudishtir cheat.

Its okay to say it was improper of Ram to doubt his wife....yet this story is less spoken of when the Ramalila is enacted.

Its okay to say that the concept of Rozas is a bit harsh...without expecting a religious/communal backlash.

Even in the absence of evidence , its ok to believe the good man from nazareth had a family.

Its okay to say Gandhi was a great person but a bad politician..

Its okay to crave for materialistic pleasures. Craving keeps us alive...might even encourage us to take up the impossible task and achieve it.

Its okay to say the concept of the 7 deadly sins is wrong, it doesnt make me any less religious; these are afterall the flavours of life ,in the absence of which life would be the dry bland indian airlines food.(and the air hostesses at indian airlines are old too..and dont wear short skirts either!)

Its okay to derive sadistic pleasures. We all do , sometimes , however hard we deny it.

Its okay to agree with Savarkar when he said the cow should be killed when she runs out of milk and is rendered useless. Atleast , it could prove a way to feed the hungry.
There would be nothing wrong or against hindutva in doing it.

Its okay to say your parents did make mistakes in your uprbringing.We all know they gave their hearts out to raise us...but wouldnt hurt anyone really if we could only speak the truth..would it?

Its okay if you are bad at english.That does not make you a vern. Atleast you got the balls to accept it...i've known people who make tall claims and spell need as kneed.

Its okay to watch cartoon network ...It doesnt belittle your masculinity.
(although its absolutely not okay to listen to the backstreet boys...it destroys even the smallest traces of masculinity...they should be exiled to antartica).

Its okay to screw up.

To Err is God.
......then why cant we?

Not my cup of tea.

I am timid . period.
The dickhead spilled hot tea over me..n i just managed to give a 'bugger' to him...which he dint even understand.
If it was done by my brother..i would have slapped two molars and one canine out of him.
what a hypocrite am i!
I reacted..yelling out . Then i was too embarrassed since people were looking at me. I was just afraid that i created a scene. I wanted to bury myself under the table.

I should have held him by the collar.Called him stuff.Not pay the bill. Prolly even grab the cup of tea and throw the remaining tea on his face.But i chose to get embarrassed.
How timid , helpless and stupid of me...

Uptil now , i've only given it back to shorter fellow passengers , younger siblings and cousins .

I should be giving it back to :

1 ) Rude Conductors:
"saale tere baap ka bus hain kya....i pay for it..we pay taxes to keep this thing running...chutta kya mangta hain...bhikari hain kya!"

2) Women Drivers :
Forget all the gentlemanliness...pull the window down " u r a scum and your driving is a threat to civilized society"

3) Fussy Females in Public Transport :
"buhh! look at yourself! dont give that look!..even the horniest of the horny wouldnt brush against you."

4) Unreasonable Lecturers :
Chutiye. U're asking me to build Rome in a day.

5) Zonked People at Rock Shows :
"I know you are in the bliss of the himalayas rite now....once more u lean against me n go duddeee..fuhhhin awesome maan...i promise you i will pull every single one of your extra long hair out n stitch your mouth with it n tie ur hands too"

6) Fancy Places :
"this stuff is rrrriddiculously overr priced. Did u inject the sanjivani in it? was it brought down from the north pole..u stole it from santa's store house huh?? Does it have superman's DNA in it huhh?!!"

i know theres only a 30% probability of this happening. I need to strip my diffidence off me and slap such buggers with it.

The Week That Was...

Coffee with the pretty girl , wanting to know how could you be blessed with the luck of some one like that , grrrrrng grrrrng grrrrrng,oh!?...ah...damn its 7 am again....and that proves to be the answer to the querry.

Gobbling on the forbidden fruit, gulping down anna's patent ,putting on some basic humanly requirements, sprint to that place, ogle at one of the beautiful opposite sex who stands there every day,gives u a look of recognition,probably a smile but will not talk.

Get into the mosh pit on 4 wheels , pulling out a gandhi from the pocket,sometimes not and feeling great about it.

Penning down the master copy, letting others do the same with yours.

Thinking about why did 7 am arrive in a middle of the "aesthetics appeal of an assignment" sermon.Nodding.Some more nodding. Thanking the authority.

Sub-Mission accomplised 1700 hrs.

Sipping on anna's patent at anna's. Screw the hair woven head , semi bald head...imaginations running wild about the semi bald needs to be suspended from his arm on a cliff ,his other arm being amputated and some itching powder generously sprinkled on his balls.

Water down the throat , Satriani between the ears , cello gripper between the fingers...another few hours. Another basic human requirement between the teeth,remembering this was not done in the morning.

Welcome Fantasyland.

Lady Luck..Why You Elusive lil' bitch!!

Good times Bad Times
This Led Zep song starts ringing in your ears ...many a times when u go "aah....was just there"...
"I CANT BELIEEHIEVE THISS!"

A few instances of which i was a part of..i am sure you too were at some time

1) So the buses 505 and 504...both can reach you home. Usually you happen to sit in 505. At a particular bus stop everyday...a heavenly chic is standing...and every freakin day she gets into 504 which is rite behind the bus you are in. And you thought how you wish you took 504 instead of this freakin bus!
So on one fine day you sit in 504...hopes at their all time high. Hopes get higher than everrr when all other seats get occupied except for the one next to you. The bus makes a jerky stop....you see the heavenly chic....your heart starts beating @ 5000 beats/min
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....and she gets into the 505 that is rite behind your bus. STUPID FEMALE FROM HELL!


2 ) So this question has appeared in the paper alternatively...n this time its the turn of the question not to come...and some other to come. You could bet on this. Even better than the mahalaxmi punters....u go about gyaan about your theory to others too.
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Holy Mother off.....Our Lady of Screw ups!...The question which was not supposed to come is the compulsory question...the question over which ...u would not have bothered to study otherwise slogged ur arse out just cuz u thot it was gonna come....DIDNT FREAKIN COME!


...yeah lot more....some day ill release the sequel of this....im bored as of now.

Stuck in the Head

I am the nina,
the pintathe santa maria,
The noose and the rapist
And the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
----------sleep now in the fire ,RATM

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.

------------ Wish u here, floyd

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
----------when the music is over, The Doors

And when everything seems like the movies,
You just bleed to know that you're alive
---------iris, goo goo dolls

Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we iare stoned-immaculate.------- texas radio, The Doors

Dark grin, he can’t help,
when he’s happy looks insane,
even flow,
thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don’t know, so he chases them away
------even flow , Pearl Jam