papyrus

2012-01-12T07:06:00.000-08:00

you elusive little bitch.

2011-12-16T10:31:00.000-08:00

How do I make me better? How do I make me win?

2011-10-30T14:07:00.000-07:00

no funny. no funny. like a sculpture of a nigger in white marble, no funny.

2011-08-10T13:01:00.001-07:00

I may have... I may have.

2011-05-26T05:42:00.000-07:00

you are either the intellectual or the beautiful, and at most times one longs to be the other.

2011-05-08T10:39:00.000-07:00

We figured out how the gyroscope works. again.

2011-05-02T01:21:00.001-07:00

Samsung is doing it. Apple has already done it, and riding the wave. people are following suit. The smartphone market is shaping itself to be the only market of the future.
but you do remember the first mms scandal? do you remember the origin of the word smartphone? do you remember 6600? do you remember NOKIA?
rationally any company that does good is a good company, but the trouble is, if something stays with you for a while its yours, even if it isn't. and this finnish company is more indian than anything else.
people have irrational soft spots for some things. i claim to have it for nokia.
i hope they have messy research rooms, walls scribbled with agenda, intelligent folks churning out clever shit. i want then to come up with a device out of a wet dream, for has any company the name as smooth as iconic as nokia?

if you dont get that last line try saying all these names:

samsung
apple
htc
palm
sony erricson
and NOKIA

I hope you are discerning enough to see the difference.

2011-02-01T09:51:00.000-08:00

now i don't mean to brag or anything, but for a guy who, all he did was drink all year long celebrating Christmas, this isn't too bad. I am putting this up for the fear that i might never get the chance again. now just to keep the records straight, i didn't get a call, but fuck that shit. lets phardyyyy.

2011-01-30T08:34:00.000-08:00

alot of reforming needs be done. engadget.com as homepage is one.

2010-11-01T22:22:00.000-07:00

O I will come back for you my dear mushrooms, thee that have magic. Thee that shall not be disrespected.

2010-10-10T07:10:00.000-07:00

Astronomy will always be my first love in science. Not as an exercise of wit, but as an exercise of wonder.

2010-09-02T07:33:00.000-07:00

wouldn't it be neat, if you were to just write your wishes someplace, and they got done for you. like magic. like a well wisher who intends on not being seen. like a well wisher you intend not to know. it would save such toil and heartache. all pretty. all pink.

CSissy

2010-08-30T12:51:00.000-07:00

I am playing Counter Strike, and i am getting good at it. I personally think its a piece of shit of a game, but theres a reason. I'd rather play quake 3 or quake 4 or crysis, where the men have more hair on their chests, and bigger balls. not to mention some kick ass weapons too. do you want to be playing with rifles and AK's all your life? AKs are for kids and Paki terrorists. I like laser blasters plasma guns and rocket launchers. you don't have that on Counter Strike. well then why the fuck is such a manly man playing such a sissy game i hear you asking. well theres is this fat yellow turd that needs to be told it stinks. right from bangalore to mumbai, and soon from delhi to mumbai. I need to frag his ass and delete the game thats eating a precious gigabyte on my hard drive that could have been put to better use, like dirty pics of lisa ray. ( dont worry she got cured from her cancer or whatever so its no longer offensive because she aint dying (and she is still sexy as fuck(i dont know what that means but just get it.)))
so this fat potty-piece thinks he smart. well hes what you get when you put shades on a pile of shit. a cool pile of shit. Not! (The only way a turd can be cool is by not letting itself get flushed down the toilet). and when i beat him and beat him i will, i will smoke another cigarette, and have him hold the ash tray. benevolent? i know, but real men always are.

2010-08-22T12:36:00.000-07:00

money is a funny thing. its almost magical you see. i tell this from personal experience. money makes you feel able. money in account amounts to the shit you can do, the things you can make people do for you. I feel more capable with money than any amount of strength in my arms. you could go "dance motherfucker" and they would. you could ask the cab wallah to ride all night long and he would. you can even order refills of Jack D you know, even though you're not american or any such shit.
money does shit. all shit.

money money be my honey
money money say you'll be mine
money money i'll be your bunny
money money you make me feel so fine

money money i want you
money money they want you too
money money where are you going to be?
money money cant you see
money money i need you
money money but they need you too
money money come to me
money money money money.

and to think i was going to tell you about what i understood of money, technically. that aint happening not on this blog. not so long as theres JD in this world. not so long as i can afford it.

2010-08-12T08:21:00.000-07:00

nothing troubles me more than the past. not the fact that it was bad, but it was better than it could ever have been.

2010-07-16T08:02:00.001-07:00

I want to talk about girls like i was a teenager. i want to not miss the what we have already irrevocably skipped in time. the hindi feature filmi life. the stupidity. it was always a choice, and we had always to choose. I am not saying we went wrong. I am just saying it would have been nice to have both. in theory it does seem that way. in theory love would have been good. good theory makes good literature.

i want you all to be tormented. so i got some love songs for you to listen to. the playlist is called:

Immobilize me. kill me or love me.
yeah that sounds cheesy enough. It was always going to be stupid you know.

and this:

and this:

this too:

I think this is how I'll always know, through songs. I can't wait to read this post when I am 50.

all the songs here are from 'the boat that rocked" OST save the last. thats neil young. the guitar is so kickass that its not a love song or anysuch.

kung fu panda.

2010-07-10T13:56:00.001-07:00

No. this is not a misleading misnomer of a caption.
I love the movie. It is the most awesome animated movie. it is the most awesome animated movie ever. it is the most awesome animated movie ever.

2010-03-05T13:09:00.000-08:00

wow. this feels like new.

2010-02-10T08:06:00.000-08:00

i so miss IIT Kanpur.

I miss being a hero.

2009-09-27T14:32:00.000-07:00

I've always felt myself a misfit where ever I've been. without fail. I don't know, maybe its my undying, self rebutting, self that just happens to find peace in it. maybe a justification for the apparent incohesive chain of events and situations. better a stranger if its something you don't comprehend. right? but it also concerns me. I find this leads to a loss of identity of sorts. a lack of a marker. nothing absolute to make other things in relation to it. like a giant array of springs not fixed to anything, like the expanding universe with no center. I usually have this sense of detachment and in certain ways its very convenient. in others, its not.

any way i take up my first shitty job from tomorrow. first ever monies. first ever true independence, or is it?

I'll try against it, but i get this feeling i am going to be away for some time from here, so i'll leave you with the best picture i have seen in a long long time. it also happens to be the most important image ever taken by mankind, when it peeked into the depth of space for 11 days straight in an effort to see both, the bygone and the byfar (i made this word up. sorry.) But, if you appreciate this picture i can assure you you're in the right direction, where ever that might lead.

every smudge, spot, feature in the black is not a star, but a galaxy. and all in a patch of sky the size of your fingernail kept at a couple of meters distance.

The Hubble Ultra Deep Field.
Cheers.

2009-09-19T12:07:00.000-07:00

fernando torres ki ass kitni sexy hai, mujhe chahiye.

2009-09-07T05:53:00.000-07:00

It irks me to see how you have so comfortably blended into it all. I have not made my peace with all of this. no no. no. not yet.

random chats at omegle.com

2009-08-25T13:08:00.000-07:00

go to http://www.omegle.com you'll love it.

here are a few chats as they come.

Stranger: hi
You: hi
You: i am cyber-tron
You: what areyou?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
-

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!
Stranger: female?
You: yeah
You: hot
Stranger: horny?
You: have big boobs that feed finland
Stranger: nice
Stranger: u got msn?
You: yeah its in my ass
You: wait letme take it out
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: asl
You: hey
You: not that shit please
Stranger: haha
You: you a guy?
Stranger: nope
You: good
You: i am
You: you american?
Stranger: you arnt some sicko are you?
You: not really
You: im just your neighbours extraordinary dog who takes a pee on your rug secretly
Stranger: you, ugh
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!
Stranger: hi
You: ok
Stranger: asl?
You: goto www.maabehenjokes.blogspot.com
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!
You: okay
Stranger: my mother told me to never talk to strangers, so what am I doing on this site
You: pissing her off
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!
Stranger: hi
You: hey
Stranger: from
You: dude or vagina?
You: hahahahah
You: im from Uranus
Stranger: f or m
You: are you from my anus?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

funniest ever

Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!
Stranger: hi
You: http://www.youtube.com/user/qdragon1337
You: ok
You: yeah nigger
Stranger: im not a negro
You: what are you then?
Stranger: im a cracker
You: okay but do you lick obama's balls?
Stranger: i havent met obama yet
You: and when you do?
Stranger: when i meet him ill dance with him
Stranger: i guess he can shake dat ass
You: would you lick his balls or no?
Stranger: no i wouldnt lick his balls
You: hahahaha okay
You: fair enough
You: because im obama
You: ahahahahah
Stranger: ZOMG
You: yeah
Stranger: seriously
Stranger: barack obama?
You: sorry was just curious to know what people chat at your age today on the net
Stranger: wow
Stranger: so now i can say that i actually met obama
Stranger: damn
You: well if you wish
Stranger: can you say 'i love kas' when you be on tv?
You: well okay i have a country to run now
Stranger: just a quick shout out
You: yeah sure the next time im on cam i shall try to remember ;)
Stranger: cool
Stranger: jesus blessed me
You: he sure did
You: bye now

Punani

2009-08-20T11:22:00.000-07:00

Today we'll be talking about vagina. we all know about it, and hold dear, But fuck! It's ugly. and i am being as true as i have ever been. The female genitalia is gross. bear with me as i tread on thin ice, and go against rudivaadi behen-ki-chut notions that its sexy and all. its actually all the pheromones, hormones and such shit some ape ate in the distant past and has evolved with it ever since. no, this shit is not made up. its in the bible too, Adam and Eve, Aadam aur Haua. yes the apple.

so lets compare it with its counterpart, the thing inside my pants and your pants, and thing under a dog's belly that, as a kid, you always thought was a dick but could never say for sure or ask out of propriety of conduct. the crotch rocket. Its not beautiful. sure its not. neither is a lamp post, but its not exactly ugly either. i mean its like any rod like thing standing erect. so, its neutral, at worst.

the vagina, Vajh or chuniya-muniya, on the other hand looks like, and let me be very terse about it, somebody went V for vendetta against the crotch with a shotgun. from the inside. I mean its that ugly, like an accident. this doesn't mean that a woman is not beautiful. women are hot man. they are beautiful all over, and niggers like me are more than happy to get a second look. Its just that the Vajh is like a point of discontinuity. that and their whore of a mouth. god must have been like - since you're going to be fucked and molested by men for eternities to come, so you might as well look like a cunt too. here.
had they even been given a card swiping machine instead, women would have looked triple-sexy naked.

like that. wow so hot.

I am sorry negroes i felt like spewing some shit and harassing some abla nari. thats in the past now.

Write me a song

2009-08-18T15:32:00.001-07:00

Wait for time to arrive
Wait for a sorry receding tide
Wait for wait to oblige
In everlasting sorrow, peace shall abide

But let me tell you why
This kite shall never fly
And truth shall be vastly different
Than what lies behind closed eyes

Don’t cry and please don’t try
Let me hold your hand and let me sigh
I shall ask of one last favour
The favour please don’t deny

Write me a song
And ever playing tune
A hymn shall suffice
Of a spark that was there
And it’s sad demise.

2009-08-12T14:53:00.000-07:00

hey long time no see motherfuckers. its a shame that i have to rely on using abusive rhetoric as an address, but yes that is how i have become. viola! so what is the point here, i am trying to make? i don't know. lets talk about something else.

so my sister and i were talking about stuff and stupid people, and then she tells me how she and her friends make fun of people. Especially those who don't understand lyrics dhang se , and sing that Sallu song as such : "Just cheon cheon just cheon..." My mother hears a part of the conversation, and asks what we were talking about. I tell her that its about how people don't understand lyrics and katao chutiya, except for the katao chutiya part obviously. My mother's like what song? Just cheon cheon just cheon?
and we laughed our fat asses out ever after.

stud woh ghoda hota hai jise sperm bank ki tarah pryog karte hain.

2009-06-09T13:06:00.000-07:00

hey look ya'll, 5 studs!

1. bangali stud. not!

specifications:
10 pack abs (I am so awesome i choose to give him an extra 4. just like he chooses to take a crap on his blog)
malformed boobs
pink chaddi
mardangi not included. neither is the job.

2. Mota stud.

hes so fat, hes so fat, hes fatter than yo momma. and he dont need no chaddi.

3. baniya stud.

his worth recently increased by Rs. 400 making him figure 501st on the forbes list of top 500 chutiya crorepatis. check out his custom made khaitan convo topi.

4. Japani stud.

he was too tall, and I too awesome, so i chopped off his head, for he wont fit. so to make things even i gave him a cool i <3 japan body tattoo and an emo hairdo, because i can. I even made him a stud smoker. Thank you Sameer.

and for the final grand slam grand prix studdest stud. the guy who gave chuck norris his second name.

5 the bihari Godfather Stud.

it was a pleasure then.

2009-05-12T14:47:00.000-07:00

lustful restful eyes
motionless motive lies
weird algorithms of life
saved from blandness, an inner strife
wired and weak, body calls to rebuke
hollow light burdens, heavy delights.

some mystery in long drawn sounds
it isn't there, but you'd like to see
some beauty in sin,
the one within.
desire for immaculate dirt
a winding circular path
saddened by happiness again
it was a pleasure then
it's been ever since.

Anna is gone. He won't call. He'll never call.

I'll give you a piece of my senti mind.

2009-05-09T10:26:00.000-07:00

i never really get sentimental when people leave. i used to think this was because i thought all such activity was futile and essentially gay. i was wrong. i think its actually that the implications of someone leaving takes time to sink in. especially in the past four years i have seen them all go and bid them goodbyes so many time, on so many occasions. but it has been there somewhere stuck in my mind as a constant, that its not over. but that is what is different this time round it is over, and it still doesn't sink in. john left, then PG, then Bangali, and now Khets.
I'll tell you a joke about a dumb scientist:
so there was a stupid scientist who was tabulating the results of the loss of limbs in a cockroach. he snips off one of its legs and commands it to walk. the roach complies. result: the cockroach is able to walk after the loss of a leg. subsequently he goes on to cut its other legs. each time the roach manages to obey. except when the last leg is cut off, the cockroach doesn't do a thing. the result: cutting off the last leg causes the cockroach to go deaf.
so its quite the same actually. it wasn't really palpable when one left. just made me a little uneasy. but take away everyone and it leaves me feeling like the cockroach. its not awesome. given a choice i would like them peeps back.
that is all the sentiment i can confess to being the clean and sober person that i am. i didn't say goodbye the way i'd have liked to. i wish i could do that. sayonara awesome people.

The Sunrise Tonight

2009-02-01T14:46:00.000-08:00

when you're left with limits
of conditions to explore
left to drag limp feet
while prodding the dark with a blind stare
no direction for the eyes to meet
the difference runs too deep
and this smile is too heavy to keep

why do you have to be so important
but you are
why do you have to be so important
but you are

beneath the petaled veil hides
an ugliness of unsatisfaction
with a silver spoon in your mouth
your tongue never ceases, it glides
laid bare is the anatomy of it all
with its scissored incisions
solid air and percussions.

why do you have to be so important
but you are
why do you have to be so important
but you are

day falls too quickly in your eyes
you missed the sunrise tonight
with a subtlety of a myth it arrived
but we shall both see tomorrow clear and bright.
and you will say
it'll all be alright
or will you?

why do you have to be so important
i let you be.

2009-02-01T13:55:00.001-08:00

kal ki mirchi yaad aa gayi.

this just is.

2009-01-29T13:22:00.000-08:00

the purpose of proposition
an insipid air of renunciation
the vultures of lust bite the lower lip
a silly melody in the gyrating hip
the grand and the eternal lie in the great beyond
two steps away from our frivolity
winding through the ages and refined
frantic idiocy and i lose my mind
a black crow from powerful eyes
abandons us where beauty dies
carries power skipping smokey rings
through all eternity it flies
wisdom waits till the very sordid end.

2009-01-26T14:55:00.000-08:00

a lot many things make sense. none of them actually work.

what makes the Grand unification theory the second best thing.

2009-01-22T15:17:00.000-08:00

hey yall i found this really awesome dude who uploads awesome music daily illegally.
he is totally awesome you should check him out. He is said to be the intellectual find of the century. do check him out. his blog hahalolwow. he is so creative ya.

2008-12-24T15:23:00.000-08:00

Wake up. Realize. Subordinate your fears. Die.

2008-11-23T08:13:00.000-08:00

"you know freedom exists in a school book..."

a statement like this would urge you to rethink if you have ever been familiar with the idea. the idea of freedom that is. For one we are inescapably tied down by the physical laws that govern you me and everything in between. The notion of absolutism can thus be micturated upon without much ado.
so what is this freedom everyone is after. what happens when you choose to do certain things as opposed to others. Basically we are only altering the parameters that bind us. so it would seem freedom lies in the choice. the choice to choose what binds.
would that then imply that inaction is the greatest form of freedom? or that you could only be limitlessly free in thought?

no if no jat sirf butt.

2008-10-23T10:00:00.000-07:00

there are so many women in such vicinity. so much 'hau' to be had. but there's a heavy air of incompatibility that hangs low. its in the sweet smell of winter-onset in the inadvertent bead of sweat in the cold, in the frowns, in every gait. There's plastic beauty and all that can entice.

i was just pretentiously trying to be prolific above.

now heres the deal Antaragni is on. The biggest college festival in the country (debatable) and the biggest college rock competition(not debatable). so what does it take to be a rock band? hot pipe hitting chicks with the band, fat "hey ho, i'm EMO" dressed-in-black black guys or the shitty sound check and shittier lyric in their song. the guy with long hair would go "check check ..... check check (me out i am making noise) yeah..ooohh aahhh ohhhh yeah aahhhhh and (orgasm)." and then they would puke while growling and all sorts of oral and vocal oddity. The only part in all of this that is enjoyable is the smoking smoking-hot chick. yeah. no one likes classic rock these days.
why dont you like classic rock?
why don't you die?

its simple there are only three things to be admired
Bandi (recklessly hot)
gana
khana.

and the dressing is food for thought too. the shabby i-am-so-free appearance has to have just the right amount of shabbiness. a little slip or a small crease is dealt with haste in order to conform to the 'freedom with the right amount of shabbiness'. some freedom. punks.

so heres a theory how they got their enviably long hair. Its has a Two Deep Breaths mechanism.
First deep breath : ...and nothing. but wait, did your balls fall off?
Second deep breath : and lo! magically all of the fat disappeared and the head puked out tonnes of hair. awesomeness. i am blinded. but you my dear have no balls now. aha ahaha ahahahahahah.

2008-10-22T11:14:00.000-07:00

Insolence makes me sick, and it makes you you.

2008-08-09T16:32:00.000-07:00

"Have you ever seen those smilies while chatting? There are these different smiley themes available, which make you go "wow, that girl must really like me, look how she's smiling!" or "man, i overdid it today, he's really crying!". It's just a smiley! All she did was put a colon and a bracket!"

quoting Chachi

My Name is Sameer Singh

2008-07-28T02:36:00.000-07:00

And I am no pussy magnet, although the situation is very tight all the time. I should learn to not save passwords here, there, everywhere.

the doors

2008-06-26T06:26:00.000-07:00

parity clarity jitters bleak
coarse remorse hide seek
weep sleep voyeur's peek
snort retort alcohol reek
love dove pet cheek
money honey indulgence weak
run gun blood leak
peace lease god meek
fumble stumble break the fall
halted vaulted within brick walls
kneel heel pray on the floor
would it hurt for you to open the door?

2008-06-22T01:10:00.000-07:00

through the clamour of breaking porcelain
was i the one (left) to blame
for the muted sound of twinkling stars
that you could never hear from so far
you know why i never said anything?
the distance was too much for me to bring
but really, i wanted you to be free
in part it was who i wanted you to be
i wanted you to come to me.

all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all belong

2008-06-14T08:30:00.000-07:00

i don't know when or how to quit
because smoking alone is a guilty affair
living alone is guiltier still.

2008-06-12T10:29:00.001-07:00

"Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time.
This place has everything. C'mon...
I show you."

latino chrome-the doors

2008-06-10T00:05:00.000-07:00

an echo is a living memory of the past.
just as you are to me.

for the bong.

2008-06-09T21:46:00.000-07:00

theres alot thats been going on in the campus lately. some aweful things have happened, yet again. "No eternal reward shall forgive us now for wasting the dawn" is what Jim once said. We have wasted that dawn. Its almost evening now.

I understand and appreciate that every time such a thing happens it gives rise to a flurry of emotions. Its evident that it has gone a bit too far for all of us. alot has been discused and alot has been proposed. there have been suggestions of an informal body substituting the CS(Counselling Service). A group of volunteers trying to sniff out the stricken among the herd. I don't mean to downplay these suggestions entirely. or infact they appear pretty satisfactory to me. but with an organization a group theres only so much you can do. As seniors we can help, sure, but how many, in the state to give up their life, would find an unfamiliar senior as the right choice for a counsel? So have i a better solution? No. I am of the opinion that a solution to this does not exist in entirety. Have friends is all i can say. Have very good friends.

reddish blues

2008-05-27T10:29:00.000-07:00

its been a couple of weeks and gautam has developed this stomach condition. tonnes of ache and no relief. first they diagnose stone then pancreatitis. what that means to us is spending nights with him in his chemically stinking room monitoring his drip and stuff. for him it means a ticket back home, and for us, one person less to share the rent. and the doctor, mislead by gautam's apparent abundance of facial hair and hair in genral, finds it hard to believe that he does not drink. hence the question again and again, do you take alcohol? are you sure? (i wanted to write about the poor health care systems but i dont feel socially obligated right now). so yeah hes going home. i want to go home too, im not perticularly happy these days. the question is which home?

if testosterone implies manliness
and testosterone causes to go bald
then gandhiji was one MARAD.

how you might hate gujratis/gujrat

2008-05-18T23:16:00.000-07:00

i wanted to name my next blog entry 'don't smoke'. technically this blog is the next blog i am talking about in this blog. so using 'next blog' doesnt sound appropriate. but then had i begun as " i wanted to name this blog as 'don't smoke' " then it would have meant that i wanted this perticular entry to be named thus, but then my motive of the 'next blog' would have been lost. so in the end it is what it is. confusing huh?
now lets come to the reason why it isn't named 'dont smoke'. thats because it has absolutely nothing to do with smoking, well almost absolutely nothing to do with smoking. Gujratis smoke. they smoke alot. and this is probably the only mention of smoking in this blog (entry). this and maybe also that since i have started to detest gujratis more and more it doesnt feel as good smoking as it did a week earlier. this should do away with all i had to say about smoking.

gujratis are very easily hate-able. so much so that it wudnt be a bad idea to have a guju guy as a punching bag to vent your frustration on. or maybe gujrati mobile commode for the desperately ill at hospitals, and the constipated. or maybe even gujrati prickly heat powder. the kind that actually gives you prickly-heat itches.

reasons to hate gujratis:
1. because they are gujratis.
2. they give you that 'uhh.. you are so different' look.
3. they dont know hindi. fudge! even south indians and bengalis know more hindi. oh but the landlord is quick to point out when we use swear words.
4. no alcohol. shit no alcohol for 2 months.
5. they probably ate ape shit for goose berries, while they were still evolving and don't know it yet(explains a lot).
6. gujratis are gay (you got it, the women too).
7. they havent heard of IIT. heres a conversation

lady: kahan se aaye ho?
vaibhav: IIT kanpur
lady: kya?
vaibhav: IIT
lady: oh! information technology?
vaibhav: haan. magar chemical engineering mein.

8. they have shit loads of money from cleaning the overcrowded and over-crapped-in-used-for-casual-and-raw-sex-once-too-many toilets abroad.

9. they are too darn short. i bet its proportionate too.

these reasons might not sound reasonable. but then thats only because you ate ape shit too.

2008-04-24T15:01:00.000-07:00

this life, its like falling backwards, face to the sky, plummeting. it isn't as scary because you don't know what you are heading towards. they say ignorance is bliss. well, in the moment that is a definite yes. but when the ground breaks the fall, it hurts. it hurts bad.

ironies

2008-04-18T12:47:00.000-07:00

suicide doesnt pay for a bad life
neither does your sweetheart when she's your wife
poison is sweet tonic is bitter
its your embarresment thats everyones titter
why is your enemy's enemy still your foe
when you are offered at your neighbours, courtsey says no.
why are hot chicks' moms so wicked
no one notices the fat man naked
intelligence is far overrated
we dont get chicks and we are frustrated
what good is freedom when you dont have time
without reason what good is a rhyme
how far can you run when the earth is round
to end up where your tail is found

2008-03-08T18:00:00.000-08:00

allow me to appologize to myself for not having blogged in ages.you must understand that laziness is getting the best of me. second comes fear and uncertainty. theres a fat gu theres a tall guy theres a bong and theres a roomie theres a lost-in-his-own-world guy. theres kunt, there are so many people. theres zataka theres rock theres naruto and lost. theres one word for all of them and the things HAPPY. then theres a deplorable CPI, no intern, uncertain, relatively dark future, a meagre paying job, an extinguished torch. theres a decision.
i dont know if i planned to be where i am, but i do know i want this.

2008-02-19T10:48:00.000-08:00

it takes just one case of contradiction to disprove a mathematical conjecture, no matter how many fascinating cases it may hold true to. Like life, its grand purpose defeated only by its catastrophic and inevitable end. Now there have been many conjectures, then they are proved. Proved to hold true for ever. All the inexhautable possibilities and cases wrapped beautifully into one statement. Is that true with life?
of all the six billion conjectures floating around can even one be proved? if so how?
trouble is, mathematical conjectures are easier to prove.

2008-02-10T03:24:00.000-08:00

2008-02-09T04:39:00.001-08:00

there is light at the end of the tunnel.
if theres no light, you must clean it up and start over.

solipsism and the great beyond.

2008-02-04T10:20:00.000-08:00

2008-02-03T04:14:00.000-08:00

This life has a toothpick's destiny.

2008-01-26T10:04:00.001-08:00

In the end nothing is yours,
but the choices you make.

2008-01-17T04:49:00.000-08:00

I have to puke.
.
.
*PUKE*
oh sorry! i thought you were the window.

that was a joke. now LAUGH!

2008-01-02T09:14:00.001-08:00

interlaced fingers, a clasp.
the love that is denied, a gasp.
all woes and darkness, an effortless noise
fluttering heart, a difficult poise.

december begins like any other day
clocks tick like they've always been
little motes of dust float unseen
made evident only by the sun's rays

perched so high, beyond mortal gaze
you stand alone in heaven's haze
what do you hope to feed
stepping on and over me?

its lonely out there in the crowd
if you try, you shall see
what gives you your kicks?
'cause i dont think its me.
what gives you your kicks?
i know its not me.

2007-11-27T09:55:00.001-08:00

with all the sanity around all you gotta do is find one insane person.

"Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?"

2007-11-21T15:33:00.000-08:00

you are searching for answers.
huh!
like HE'd give it to you.

2007-11-18T13:42:00.000-08:00

i want to listen to all the gud music there is right NOW! but we all know i can't.
of all the time in the world, it had to be now. Ofcourse it did.
and for some inane reason, i cant seem to wipe this smirk off my face.
its time for no.8.

click

2007-11-14T14:27:00.000-08:00

It is cold outside.And very very still.

2007-11-07T10:16:00.000-08:00

there will come many a time in your life when, for a while you have nothing to do. just to occupy your time you could observe people and their antics. its real fun. for example sit aloof from everybody, inert, and watch people talk to each other. its a surprise how animate people become when they talk, not to discuss, but for show. their mannerisms change and they are a compeletely different person. peering through the odd smile, deliberate laughter, a swing of the hand or a fleeting glimpse here and there searching for an audience, you would realise how much of that was provoked by a natural impetus to behave. none. its so striking, funny even.
Now i am not saying that i am any better, i do it too, perhaps everyone does. but its just that i am dettered by the fact that somebody could be observing me and making merry. bah! its the same thing, once you think of it. i am as wretched as they are. too aware, too un-natural. but if i were completely natural, i'd probably not speak at all. hmm..

some better pics clicked by some better people.

2007-11-07T09:42:00.000-08:00

pics. antaragni oh7

2007-10-31T11:33:00.000-07:00

http://picasaweb.google.com/the.optimistique/AntaragniOh7

road rage

2007-10-30T14:18:00.000-07:00

screech.
tap.tap.tap.
clickity clank.
cacophony.
silence.
bang.
silence.
bang.(the children)

2007-10-21T12:52:00.000-07:00

i am looking for something.
my sense of humor.
have u seen it?

2007-10-21T00:03:00.001-07:00

its an ebony dark night
the shadows dont seem too friendly
like ghosts they suround me
i cant fight. not tonight.

the dull breeze is a whisper
"where to my son?"
"anywhere, anywhere but here."
"dissolve me till i am gone."

those stars wiggle in the distance
as if in mockery of me
laughing and jingling
in an unspoken language
comspiring and mingling
pushing me with their insistance

but i am not weak
weakness was never in me
these hands these fingers
shall mould what i am to be

i have taken the fall
now its time to rise
i have been burnt long enough
its time to rise. rise and fly.

and i must realise

a lonely dark road
we all must tread
alone i must go
no shoulder to rest my head.

2007-10-20T23:47:00.000-07:00

these are arbit lines not interconnected(more like i was unable to). read each separately.

'my dreams are made from the stuff of clouds
some are white,others just carry rain
all inflated behind the shrouds
the world is only a salt grain'

'how i would like to tell you
how many things i have to say
i tried, i tried to communicate
but words just got in the way'

'i am all that is good
and all that is bad put together
mixed so fine
where then, do you draw that line?'

'we are all time travellers
lamenting our past
fearing the future
significance of the present,diluted.'

'in the heat of the night,
the din, a rude awakening
you shall have your peace, if u might
tomorrow courage calls on our being.'

'i'll see you on the other side of dawn
i am a dream u've forgotten, a dream u never had.
unstructured like a flat mass of liquid
an odd ripple here, an odd ripple there'

'a lonely dark road
we all must tread
alone i must go
no shoulder to rest my head.'

lyrics of the day-
"don't judge me
you could be me in another life
in another set of circumtances
don't judge me
one more night i'lljust have to take my chances
and tomorrow we'll see."
-sting

2007-10-09T14:59:00.000-07:00

its a fucking conspiracy. all of this.
maybe i understand too much.
i need to run.far, fast.
i need to scream. i want to feel my throat.
need to smash something to bits.exercise my fists.
rip, tear something, and derive pleasure from it.
in my next life i'd like to be the hulk.
the worldbreaker.
HULK smashes!

'you'r making me angry. you wont like it when im angry."

2007-10-04T10:23:00.000-07:00

Can you feel tomorrow coming?
because if u can't...no. u must.

2007-10-02T04:37:00.000-07:00

how clean are you? how clean? are there things you regret you did? have you a confession to make? do you pine for redemption, while knowing there was none? is the sky as blue as it was when u gazed upon it frst with your infant eyes? has your palm opened, which were ever clenched when you were born? what have you lost that you held so tight? how far south have you gone?
are you searching for a reason? a direction? could that ache in ur head behind your eyes have been any worse?have u given up faith?

could you give me an answer? could you?

try.

2007-09-28T05:24:00.000-07:00

listening to the extremist i just realised that the screwdriver is turning again.

2007-09-26T08:14:00.000-07:00

please me,for i have needs
pamper me till my soul is sinfully asleep
take me to that vernal shower,that love feeds.
hold me when i blush. hold me when i weep.

hold my hand. the swell of the bosom
hot flush to the cheek.and elsewhere.
the pouted lips. the restless wind.
my breathing shudders now. you speak not.
you'r killing me with your eyes
please. please, for i havent sinned.

lie down. whisper a lie
let them weep, let the world cry.
i am selfishly all desire
enrobed in the windswept cold mire.

please me,for i have needs
pamper me till my soul is sinfully asleep
take me to that vernal shower,that love feeds.
hold me when i blush. hold me when i weep.

disrobe me.....

ps: this is supposed to be a girls view.(in case 'swell of the bosom' confused you)

habits die hard. bad habits die harder.

2007-09-24T15:04:00.000-07:00

theres a smudge of a water droplet
on my burning cigrette.
will it put out the flame?

we'll have to wait and see.
it burns with an eerie blue flame
creeping towards the smudge.

creeps further engulfing the stain.
the moistness is gone.
it continues to burn.

it stops wen its all over.
wen the tobbaco is finished.
and just a stub remains.

its time to flik it.
its time to move on....
to another one.

2007-09-23T01:28:00.000-07:00

its days like this that remind you what it feels like to feel good. and the oddity of its absence for so long hits you right in the face. Its no perticular reason that makes this day any different(apart from the fact that it is a sunday). Its just that i woke up to a dry BRIGHT sunny day. Enough reason for me to smile. Its quite unlike those hot humid days, wen sweat crawls down ur back which you mistake for an insect. you disrobe to find nothing, but ur ugly expanding waistline. dry feels clean.
i am awestruck by the sheer brightness of the day. i have been living in the dark for too long. i had come to think such brightness was only in the movies. and there is so much color to it. you step out and you find a myriad of intense colors screamin at you, like little children in a classroom seeking to attract attention.and the bright sun adds to it all a dull sheen, even to the most inanimate of objects. it all feels gud, it all fells correct. its wen ur happy for no reason that you are truly happy.
I realise that this is just a 'momantary lapse of reason' and i'll be out of it before you can say 'cat in a hat'. but for the moment im out like a 'mole from his hole', and i might as well enjoy it.

a passing thought:
if unity was strength, we wud have siamese twins fr olympic winners.
or better still we would all be one giant orb with 6 billion heads stickin out.
now that would be cool.absolutely.

2007-09-20T11:58:00.000-07:00

hey man we are all going to die one day, unless you take the pain to bring me back to life just to kill me a second time.

dont do that.

pooped

2007-09-18T09:51:00.000-07:00

i got pooped on, by a bird, yet again.
they have developed a special liking fr me.
the walking-talking loo. :|

reminds me of wat i read a long time ago.

birdie birdie in the sky
left a poopie in my eye
me dont care me dont cry
me just happy that a cow dont fly.

ah...i feel alot better now. guess that bird will live fr another day.

Mobius Strip

2007-09-18T03:52:00.000-07:00

This is a mobius strip.
it was discovered by...yes its obvious..
No! not jhonny.
by mobius...some ancient greek guy.
out of the many things, one thing is that its cool.
the really cool thing about it is that,
imagine urself walking on one of its surfaces, u'll end up on the other side eventually. that is to say u can move from one side of the paper to the other side without having to make a hole in it. now that is cool. how? dont ask.
now if a litrerian was told about such a thing, heres wat he would probably have to say.."now that is utterly amazing. How deep a sense it signifies. I beleive it stands for the confluence of the two faces of a persons persona. It depicts how there is a smooth transition between the dark and the bright, how they r inseprable."

now thats just making too many inferences. litrerians have this tendency of drawing too many conclusions, blowing things out of proportions. why, im not even sure litrerian is the right word to use. applies equally to psychologists. Freud et.al.its an attempt to hide the second fiddle they r palying.And how many of us aren't litrerians or psychologists? mobius discovered it give him credit for his art, genious whatever. innivation is art, all else is skill.

dont squeeze an orange expecting it to be a watermelon. orange tastes alot better.

2007-09-15T07:20:00.000-07:00

I accidently(?) deleted my ENTIRE! music folder.
What kind of an ass does that?
Well, now u know.

the world in HD

2007-09-13T02:50:00.000-07:00

the whole world is one giant HD movie. So real. so vivid, in surround sound. so boring.
yet it has its moments too.

popcorn anybody?

2007-09-09T16:01:00.000-07:00

twisted neon lights in the distance
dance in the frgid night like fireflies
hoards of men and women crawl the streets
as if following some ancient cult.
what is this new religion
of hollow lafter and subliminal silence
each word echoes
bounces off concrete walls to fall
on concrete filled ears.
where is the sun, how was it?
i cant remember. was it just a concept?
did i wake up too soon, or is it too late?

2007-09-08T07:01:00.000-07:00

suggestive.

2007-09-07T15:57:00.001-07:00

I didnt expect you to expect life to be expectantly beautiful.

Cry Like a Man

2007-09-06T09:00:00.000-07:00

for once let there be water in the eyes
for once let there be a starlit sky.
for once let the emotions take over
for once give up trying to recover
for once do not resist
for once accept defeat
for one dont be a coward
for once..
for once cry like a man.

OBSERVATIONS

2007-09-03T10:16:00.000-07:00

ha!
well, the last few days have been .... i never have the right words wen i need them. BC.
last week was xam time. you know they say 'shit happens'. it does, and its so predictable. its almost like you r waiting for it to happen.

observations:

i have become a loser, unlike my former self.

you need fire, a zeal for everything. everything. without which ur cold, insipid, an unsucessful puppet dancing to the tunes of your vices.

i had fire once. so much energy. so much chakra :P

"wuld ya like to fly?
would ya?
would ya like to see me try?"

like i said the last few days have been...damn read the first line again.
yesterday night me johnny n PG were playing 'punch-me-in-the-arm-n-i'll-punch-u-back-harder!' . i realised that it was really hard (fr me ) to punch somebody without reason.
seriously. i just couldnt bring myself to do it. but of course all that changed wen my left arm was beaten to pulp by pg with two insanely hard punches. moral. u can incite any one to do anything. almost. myarm is all swollen red , with a localised fever. all for fun. fun for all. so lame.
johnny broke his thumb tring to punch me, missing, and scraping his thumb against me body.

"can you picture what will be
so limitless and free
desperately in need of some strangers hand
in a desperate land"

we was watching crossroads too. with all bhokaal guitarists on stage. phew.
santana says 'guitar is.....I never wanted to be anything else, since i was a child. There was no distraction for me.' its so reassuring to know there are people out there who are sure of wat they have done, wat they are doing, wat they r gonna do. it makes me envious too.

people shy away from the rain too much. its not like its gonna melt you.

sutta sucks. but its way too cool.
there is so much in a glass, yet theres so little.

another thing. you have to be biased to like or unlike something. to love or to detest.

"this is the end
my only friend the end
it hurts to set you free
but u'll never follow me
the end of lafter
and soft lies
the end of nights
we tried to die."

everything heals man. everything.
what, i say even death heals.

blah blah blah..... :)
cheerio

2007-08-30T04:41:00.001-07:00

It is super difficult to find your glasses without your glasses.

2007-08-27T07:49:00.000-07:00

who said life was fair?

compare the upload to download speed ratio

u'll know wat i mean.

2007-08-26T16:25:00.000-07:00

it just occured to me..
of all the blogs i have read, including this, almost all of 'em have posts that relate to lonliness. ('i m alone. im sad.')
the question is WHY?
we r 6 billion strong, is it still hard to find company? or is it that we all derive some sort of saddistic pleasure out of being alone, and then blog about it?
I mean WHAT?? !!

2007-08-26T03:36:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a man....

Now there are 3 billion of them.

2007-08-25T13:26:00.000-07:00

i wish i cud fly
i cud fly, into the winter sunset
to the horizons unbeckoned
in the unsetteling wanton wind
in the praise of the glorious stars
in the intoxicating solitude of the Blue
i wish i could fly to infinity's calm.
where theres a storm abrew.

Gloria....Gloria..
make me feel alright...yeah.

xams.
disarrayed thoughts.
damned.
doomed.

2007-08-21T04:57:00.000-07:00

LOVE IS FAR MORE THAN JUST PROCLAMATION.

Me to You.

2007-08-18T13:47:00.001-07:00

hello young man,
i don't believe we have met.
but i know about you,
i know wat you wish to do.

life runs after you
yet you choose to end the strife
end your imagined plight.
death beckons me
i pine to thrive on life.
it may even take me
but not without a fight.

is it the mirth in surfeit?
or all the idle time you get,
to make yourself miserable with sufficiency
conjuring a sickness in your head?

has life been too easy for you to live?
do you not value what it has to give?

we hang by the same silver cord
why do you look to let go
why do you seek to dissapear?
just because you are too bored?

we are very similar you and I
but we have two different eyes
in which revolves the world
to two different sides.

i have a proposal to make
do think it through
I want to be you.
Would you be me?

bourne.

2007-08-17T14:18:00.000-07:00

it never ceases to amaze me how deplorable bollywood seems every time i watch a good hollywood movie. but the comparison is not the point here .
i just watched The Bourne Ultimatum and i liked every bit of it.
its gripping through and through. starts off as a chase and ends in one. Not to mention both of them unsucessful.
every move is meticulously done, thoroughly realistic chases and crashes.
it has some of the best hand to hand combat sequences ive seen yet.
i wont go on with the praise as one tends to get baised doing so.

we finally get to know the real name of bourne fr sure. Its David Webb.

Go watch it. :)

2007-08-15T19:40:00.000-07:00

this is Jim.

nice girls dont xplode, but nice fones do.

2007-08-14T08:33:00.000-07:00

have a nokia fone?
read on

turn it off.
read on

take out the battery
read on

if its a 'BL-5C' type,
it might just explode and burn ur face
the next time ur taking to somebody...anybody.
go through the following link to c if ur fone might xplode or not.
enuf of the scare. the site tells you how to make sure.
njoy n talk safe.
http://www.nokia.com/batteryreplacement/en/

jefferson airplane.

2007-08-14T07:37:00.000-07:00

u all must absolutely listen to:

somebody to love
white rabbit
white bird
today
embryonic journey(instrumental).

one minute nirvana.

2007-08-14T05:25:00.000-07:00

heres something i'd like you to try at your own risk.
hyperventilate yourself.
that is to say take rapid, deep breaths for lets say about two minutes.
(this part charges your blood with extra oxygen.
this oxygen comes in handy, and ur like a rabbit on viagra.)
the hyperventilating makes you feel on the edge, sort of, at least.
alot more aware. alot more alert.
now all that extra oxygen allows you to do many things.
heres one. hold your breath (dont breathe for as long as you can).
and if u've hyperventilated u'd probably be able to hold on to it fr well above a minute.
now close ur eyes. with ur mind already numb with the rapid breathin,
and your eyes closed, take away the sight ad the destraction too,
you have one helluva sensation. devoid of almost everything.
theres ur heartbeat (cant do much abt that) and a clear numb mind, and that very precious
one-minute.
its a minute of clarity. its a one minute nirvana.

a word of caution: i do not know of the risks involved with hyperventilation.

Describing Mary

2007-08-12T13:09:00.000-07:00

as the warmth of the morning
coaxes me out of sleep
i can hear her soft stepping
ushering love, fathomlessly deep

she speaks,
she speaks ever so gently,
yet her words never go unheard
for who can disregard an angel
or a timid chirping of a bird

theres a fragrance that surrounds her
like a blanket of wild flower petals
an aroma that spreads life all around her
and one wiff send me to a dizzy ecstacy
a smell that lingers forever.

her caressing touch is golden
unlike the richest silk i have felt
with tenderness of a new leaf,
or of a mother's love,
with warmth that would have any heart melt

theres an enigma to her whole being
with such simplicity in thought and action
yet the grandness too, is never concealed
its something u couldn't get without seeing.

you ask me how she looks
i say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder"
and since i have no eyes
there is no one place where her beauty lies
for me her beauty isn't confined
its imagined perfection in my mind.
eternal.

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i like this one :)