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11 giugno The Spovie... At Last!!!...... NOT!!!!FIRST OF, I'd like to congratulate & thank my co-director for sticking with me throughout the spovie & not running off to some corner of the world & cutting all contact & ditching me....
NOW, I shall post whatever I've done with the spovie...
MEETING WITH THE SCRIPTWRITER
(P - Prick, M - Mystique/Pixie, S - Scriptwriter)
P - Yes. So, you have the story for the spovie ready as yet? S - Yes saar. It’s a very thrilling story. M - What? We had specifically asked for a thrilling, action, romance, comedy, suspense story. Anyway, let us see what you have got.
S - Ok. See. It's very simple. There is a policeman hero & the hero likes the villain's girlfriend. The villain's girlfriend likes the hero's brother. The heroine of the movie falls in love with the chimney sweeper who is not exactly a chimney sweeper but used to belong to a very rich family & is also the villain's long lost twin brother. The hero's sister falls in love with the villain when he captures her & chains her up. After all that, the mother of the hero actually turns out to be in the wanted list by Interpol because she is a drug smuggler & she supplies drugs to underage kids. She is also the birth mother of the villain due to an accident that took place under the effect of cocaine. The villain's birth mother used to work in the household of the villain as a servant. The villain's father is a drunkard & dates the young pretty girlfriends of the villain. I've come so far with the script. I'm still thinking of a good climax scene. Now all I need to think of is something nobody would expect!!
P - You know? I have the PEREFCT climax scene. In the end of the movie, we'll kill two people. How does that sound?
S - Oh Yes!! We have to mysteriously kill someone. But WHO?
M - The TWO DIRECTORS. We'll be dead anyway trying to direct a such a shitty script like this. You're fired!
P - Get Outta here!!
S - What? You don't like it? Thank God I have another script here. Let me just open it &...
P - Nooo!! I cannot take this nonsense anymore. Die!! Damn You Evil!! Die!!
*BANG*
M - Oh My God!! You Killed Him!!!! ...... Phew!! Thank god! Good job co-director.
P - Thanks... Now let us see how bad the other script was. (reading) ...... Well. This is excellent work!! Man!! Now I feel guilty for shooting him. Here take a look at this...
M - (Reading) Man!! This is some good shit. Damn! If only we hadn't killed him.
S - (Spitting blood) I'm ... Still ... Alive ... I ... Can ... *cough* Help ... With ... Spovie ...
*BANG* *BANG*
P - Did u hear anything? M - Me? No. I heard nothing! P - So... Shall we say this was our story? M - Of course!! Let us get started at once...
After paying off the cops & getting a couple of spot boys to bury the body, the directors got off to a BRILLIANT start!!
INTRO: This spovie has been written, produced, directed & ruined by Mehnaz & Arvind.. A Malayalee & a Tamilian... & if ur looking for excellent hindi dialogues that you could use to show off or impress chicks (God Forbid!), you might as well look for Bobby Deol in ur bathroom... Wait a Second!! What's HE doing in there??
Ahem.... Moving on...
Directors Prick & Pixie will henceforth be referred to as Pr & Pi respectively plainly coz I'm too friggin tired to write the full names every time... Now moving on with the shoot
DAY 1: 6:30 a.m (reporting time): The amateurs arrive in full style to find the place empty except for an old lady muttering inaudible curses while cleaning the set...
DAY 1: 1:00 p.m: Arrival of the directors... Armed with a slew of producers, music directors, writers, make-up artistes, choreographers (dance masters), light boys, spot boys, stuntmen, dancers, technicians, the idiot who says 'take 1... take 2... etc. & a horde of other ppl nobody knows who just came for the complimentary afternoon Biryani...
DAY 1: 3:00 p.m: After a good meal & a long afternoon nap, the cast & crew gather for the grand 'Puja' to invoke the blessings of the thousands of Hindu Gods to ensure smooth & successful filming. The priest is of course offered a pittance of Rs. One Lakh for his services...
DAY 1: 4:00 p.m: The equipment for the shoot is blessed by the priest & an industrial shipment of coconuts & pumpkins arrive to be broken in front of each & every piece of equipment right from the camera to the director's chair...
DAT 1: 5:00 p.m: The directors scream "It’s a wrap! We'll assemble tomorrow", leaving the scene in full splendour in their respective spanking new cars. The remaining cast & crew make their way back to their homes, to their wives, to their mistresses & their three little charming illegitimate kids...
Amateur actor 1: WAIT!!!! WTF just happened here? Wasn't I supposed to act?? & I was asked to report at 6 in the friggin morning & everyone arrives late afternoon. & To top it all, there was NO shooting done today. Where in this crazy messed up world does anything like this happen?
Spot Boy 1: Haan Ji (Yes Sir)... Welcome to Bollywood. Enjoy!!
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Yes... Welcome one & all to the filming of the new Bollywood blockbuster.
Bollywood!! A crazy film industry where; 1. There is too much attention to detail... (Especially with respect to psychedelic bright colours) 2. Time flies by as slow as a very old couple attempting to make love... 3. Shooting periods have to last a minimum of 1 year... 4. Everyone on the set or related to someone on the set has an attitude problem... 5. The objective of editing is strictly optional & thus giving viewers movies that run for a minimum of 5 hours... 6. Family values are to be respected at all times throughout the movie... 7. Over-acting is an added advantage... 8. To sum it all up, The main objective is to make absolutely meaningless films with plenty of teasers (often misleading the people) & provide the public something to waste their money over while the makers of the movie reap HUGE profits & imbibe an ephemeral feeling that they're the BESTEST in the world..
The Official Filming of M.M.B.K.K.D.P.K.W.K.K.P.A.K.K.B.C.L
CAST & CREW: (To facilitate recognition of the actors by readers)
Directors: Prick - Pr Pixie - Pi
Cameraman: Viking - Vi
Actors: Hero No.1 - Brian Hero No.2 - Peregrinus Heroine - Deepika Villain - Deepak (Dee-Pack) Villain's Sidekick - BingoChubb (Sandeep) Villain's Cook - Bhawna (Yes... We know you HATE cooking) Twin Brother No.1 - Hawk Twin Brother No.2 - Falcon (Well... Two bird-brained... errr... birds... You HAVE to be related... :P) Twin Brother's Grandma - Sups Ghost In Love With Grandma - Horus Suicide Foil Case - Jitendar Saan Psychopath Killer - NC (Silent Sufferer) Item Number Chick - Neha... ;) Lounge Owner - Ekta Old Desperate Lady - Mosquito Swatter Censor Board Officials - Wackypals, Flashes Of Light & Arcopol Chaudhuri
Any corrections in spelling mistakes in ur respective names will NOT be tolerated... Coz I'm just too lazy to sit & edit ANYTHING here...
1ST SCENE!!!!
Pi: (Spitting paan juice on the spittoon held dedicatedly by her assistant & barring decayed teeth stained crimson) Abbey! When the fuck are you going to start the shooting?
Pr: As soon as you actually HELP me with the spovie instead of gallivanting across the world...
For all of the readers... Thank You..
& GOOD BYE!
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09 aprile Spovie Teaser
From the makers of "THE CHRONICLES OF TORTURE" and "KING KONG'S DING DONG" (which mysteriously disappeared off the shelves…) and "DUS SAAL KI CHADDI" (Which ran packed theatres in.. err… Cambodia..) and many more movies for which someone else stole credit (those bastards…)
Prick'n'Pixie Productions proudly present…
Maine Biryani Ko Kha Diya, Pyaar Karne Waalon Ka Khoon Piya, Aur Kisi Ki Baniyaan Chura Liya
M.B.K.K.D.P.K.W.K.K.P.A.K.K.B.C.L -- A movie for the youth & lovers…
Featuring "SUPERVILLAIN NO.1 GREATEST OF THE GREAT BOLLY-KING" Dee-Pack (Previously known as Deepak Kumar Hari-Om Krishna in the movies "Biwi Ko Maaro" & "Meri Maa Ek Chor Hai")
The upcoming sensational "BAD-DUDE of BOLLYWOOD" is back with a bang in the latest film by
A poignant love story between man & woman, man & man, man & monkey… Its all HERE!!! So, watch OUT!!
COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU...
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This blockbuster spovie features STARS such as;
Peregrinus Bhawna Sups Hawk Viking Deepika Horus
Who have already been made famous by us directors & reknown worldwide by critics as the worst selection of cast EVER!! Boy!! Are we proud to cast them again!!
We are proud to announce that this time, we're introducing an amateur set of people... A group of people never heard of in tinsel town... Its gonna be a pain in the ass to manage this large group of people & keep co-ordinating & hence, I have entrusted most of this tiresome job to my trusty co-director while I continue to sip cool lemonade on a HOT day...
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AUDITIONS FOR CASTING ARE NOW OFFICIALLY OVER... We've started on character building & role definition... Pretty soon, we shall have the roles ready for each individual... Keep watching closely...
Meanwhile, the proceeds of a live interview are now airing on Pixie's space, where the co-director & me talk bout our new forth coming movie... Viewers might have to really focus because it is hard to grasp anything about the spovie as a lot of general nonsense is spoken...
As co-director, I've done the needful for now & now, I depart... Au Revoir... 03 aprile A Casting Call For The NEXT SPOVIE.. (Coming Soon)Mystique a.k.a Pixie & me recently came up with plans for a new spovie...
An outcome of sheer joblessness.. which I'd rather term as Immense Creativity.. :P
Anyway, this is a casting call.. For all those who wish to feature in the next spovie..
The options we have in store are;
1. A bollywood spoof.. (Heck! Most of them are spoofs on their own.. Lol)
2. A horror movie spoof (Which we swear will not contain scenes you might have already witnessed in 'Scary Movies.. 1, 2, 3,....& 224509800')
& as usual, we shall be the directors & also hold important acting roles in the spovie..
So.. We need ur votes ppl.. Would you rather prefer to see a lovestruck hindi romeo in tight pants watching his best friend lust after his woman whose mother is paralysed with polio who has a family pet dog called 'Tommy' that saves the day??
Or would you rather wish to see urself make it to page three waltzing thru the red carpet as the 'Werewolf that could convert only half its body??' Or 'The Metrosexual Mummy??'
For a Bolly-spovie, vote 1
For a Horror-spovie, vote 2
& if u wish to star in any of these low budget, third rate movies which won't even make it to the TV screen in ur living room, let alone the theatres.. Please drop in a comment requesting to be cast...
In the comment, you could spout some cheesy dialogues.. Or anything creative on ur own.. Anything u type 'out-of-the-box' in the comments space will play a vital role in selection..
So.. All the best to all of you..
& just keep in mind.. This time its gonna be BIGGER & BETTER than EVER..
LOL....
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Alright...
We figured we're not completely jobless.. So, we're enclosing a lil deadline for auditions..
Those who're still interested.. Auditions close at 4 P.M (7-04-2006) INDIAN STANDARD TIME..(its Indian standard time.. coz we cant sit & calculate for different parts of the world.. So, you do the math urself.. :P)
The response has been overwhelming so far..
Thanks.. We'll get back to you bout ur roles once we decide..
Ciao... 10 marzo Calm After The StormCALM AFTER THE STORM
Tormented souls weep.
Hymns overpower the harsh cries. War within the keep. A lone vulture circles the skies. Shades of red across the green.
Rivets of blood flowing by Shattered shields adorn the scene Their owners beside waiting to die. Tales of anguish sweep through the lands,
Flames burn endlessly, Torches atop scores of hands, Burning out the abysmal misery. Sisters, daughters & mothers,
Brethren & kin alike, Left bereft of joy, no other, Their laments heard across the dyke. Life is but a rat race,
The strongest rule the meek. The rulers paved pathways for all, With one that none but he dared to seek. He chooses the path of peace,
Away from the raging fire. Waiting for the hate to cease, An unattainable desire. Walking away from the bloody tussle, He breaks into a sad song. The leaves on that beaten path rustle. Never again to be tread upon... 20 febbraio Phew...To start off on a fresh note, I was looking for something to blame for not even visiting my space...
I was tempted to suggest I was kidnapped by some Hungarian Mafia (Inspiration: The Whole 10 Yards.. Saw it an hour back..)
Or to bring out a more believable excuse like... I was campaigning for "Amma" Jayalalitha... Lol...
What!! Its possible...
Anyway, the truth is... I was busy with some college work...
Hmmm.. I notice you prefer to believe the kidnapping scenario...
Well alright... Let ur imagination run wild... But feel sorry for the mafia...
Imagine getting stuck with ME.. Lol..
I just got done with all my exams... Assignments that should've been submitted in some previous life of mine... & So on & so forth...
I'm just cleaning up...
My final year.. My final semester.. & I plan to leave, the earliest chance I get.. No way do I wish to 'study' in this dump any longer...
I don't feel extra special just coz I'm old enough to leave college...
Maybe a lil bit more mature... Actually a lot more mature...
Being mature has its advantages & disadvantages...
Its like a combo meal... You get some really delicious pasta... But then again, you also get that bowl of 'soup(ugh)' which self-respecting starving kids would steer clear of...
You're mature & everyone looks at you with a different attitude... You're allowed to have chat sessions with grown-ups... Which is no fun unless they're under the influence of alcohol & start belting out ancient tunes where the chorus by the way, would sound like a group of 'Nazgul' singing in unision... Lol...
But then again, it should be within your capacity to look upon issues sensibly & take careful decisions...
"Hmmm... Should I have eggs for breakfast or not?? Well... A cheese omlette would take bout 10 minutes... But I could just scramble the darn eggs... & drop it on the toast... Hmmm..."
"Darn! I've wasted enough time thinking... Lemme just open a box of cereal..."
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Off-late, I've been having entertaining (if not enlightening) conversations with the SELF... No! I'm not referring to anything on a spiritual level...
Actually, you could refer to it as spiritual...
As long as it has to do with being 'high'... Lol...
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The entire week has been a food orgy!! Different weddings & functions... Different kinds of food...
I forgave encounters with weird aunties who claimed they last saw me when I was a wee lil innocent thing...
I went through many a "I don't wanna see or hear or smell or talk bout anything remotely connected to FOOD!!!" nights...
Those were the nights when I knew I had exceeded the intake & storage capacity... & engaged in burp-a-thons... Much to my delight & to the annoyance of people around... Which in-turn gave me more delight... Lol...
Vigourous workouts at the gym are slowly being replaced by laid back "do whatever you want" workouts...
"Oh! You wanna use the machine? Plz go ahead... I'll skip the exercise..."
I'm gettin really pathetic...
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To conclude, I would like to clarify ONE THING very clearly...
The 'Album Giveaway' is meant for complete "ALBUMS" & not specific songs...
Since I didn't receive a very powerful response earlier, I've decided to giveaway some of the songs I was asked for...
But this is a ONE-TIME issue... If you wish to request for a particular song, e-mail ur request...
& if you chose to request an entire album, plz drop it off in a comment...
Henceforth, the album giveaway will be strictly for 'Complete Albums'!!
& a community service announcement...
Please bear with me if I don't pop by all ur spaces... I've a lot to catch up on with very limited time...
So, I'll see u all around... & will take my OWN SWEET TIME... Lol..
Ciao... 31 gennaio Age mellows some people.. Others it makes rotten..The kind of people amongst us..
Can u ever tell if anyone's good or bad by just taking a mere look at them??
A sad wizened old man sitting next to you on a bus..
You look upon him with pity & assume he has problems at home..
His children don't love him anymore.. He has nowhere to go..
And then, he gets off at the same stop as you do & ambles to the wine shop to spend the rest of the day ruining his already ruined life.. Living on cheap liquor..
Take a closer look.. You see that old lady walking up to him?? That's his dutiful wife.. Her curses fall on deaf ears & she accuses him of embezzling her son devoid of any money.. For ruining his life & future to support himself like he always did for the many years of his life..
"And what about the daughter you 'sold' for a mere thousand?? A family you knew she would have to suffer with forever??" She wails.. Cracking open the whiskey bottle cap with his teeth.. He appears non-pulsed.. All his attention focussed on not wasting a single drop of the precious dark coloured doctored poison.. She isn't done.. She has more to vent out.. What about her grandchildren? They don't come to see her anymore.. Her own son stopped visiting & "It is all because of you!!" She screams.. As usual, following the daily routine, he finishes the first half of the bottle quickly & samples the remaining slowly.. By now, he bears a weird smug grin to himself.. 'He's happy' you figure, since he figured out how to cut out all that high pitched shrieking from his head.. Or maybe he's high.. She's exasperated.. Worn out.. There are absolutely no onlookers apart from the lone 'You' standing nearby.. By the looks of it, this is a daily bawl..
The other drinkers casually step away to escape the cacophony & indulge in their respective cheap plastic cups..
In a fraction of a second, his weird smile disappears.. His face bears irritation.. "Dare she question my authority??"
The old woman shields herself even before the blows start to descend on her broken back.. The cheap liquor hath finally done justice..
The blows continue raining till she pleads for forgiveness.. Her face distraught with pain.. A pain more excruciating within than physically.. She grovels at his feet.. Cries her lungs out.. A few people turn to look at the scene.. A few genuinely concerned about the old lady.. Most of them stare out of curiosity.. For many.. A source of free entertainment.. The aged guy finally relents.. Guilty NOT for beating his wife.. But for leaving his bottle alone for an entire minute..
The old woman stands up slowly.. Wipes the tears off her wrinkled face with the end of her Saree.. And with the same sad expression she bore when she arrived, gives her 'loyal' husband his food..
The above events have been inspired by a true life sight I've witnessed..
I was on a moving bus & couldn't see much else of what transpired..
Judging from how these people actually suffer, some parts of this story are just a figment of my imagination.. But this imagination exists in reality..
Next door..
Across the street..
Down the road..
In your locality..
Everywhere!!......
The kind of people we live amongst..
The judge is neither you nor me.. But the person himself..
This blog was also a reaction on my part after someone stole my bag in college while I was writing an exam... Luckily nothing very valuable apart from some notes which can easily be 'jerrox-ed' (lol)..
But then.. Why would you steal a bag?? Are you so impoverished to not afford a bag?? People are just plain sick & to think students behave like this is most depressing..
But then again.. That's another blog.. Reserved for another day..
I shall make maximum use of my ideas while I can..  22 gennaio Untitled...A fleeting vision..
A sight for sore eyes..
The dust settles behind..
Never to arise..
Events of the past..
Stay best in its time..
A furious digger rebels..
Determination overcomes grime..
The sound of a leaky tap..
Dripping unheard screams..
The sage awakens..
Turmoil replaces dreams..
A lost page..
A forgotten memory..
Let thee rest in peace..
Is revival necessary??
When oblivion struck..
Its final toll..
An euphoric moment..
A muted drum roll..
Dawn features a new chapter..
The curtains are drawn aside..
Warmth befriends the light..
The cosmos breaks the tide..
A life with no passion..
A life with no aim..
Things around change..
But it all looks the same..
& this update comes not just in the form of an entry...
A new feature on my space will be the "Album Giveaway" on the right-top part of my page.. Which will contain the links to downloadable songs from an entire album & also a rating out of 5 for every song..
& I kick-start this with System Of A Down's album - Hypnotize..
Note: On the left-top part of the page.. Links for lyrics to the particular songs can be found..
If you wish to play any of these songs in ur respective spaces.. Ur free to do so..
Link it up from the host address of the songs..
NOTE: A new album will be uploaded every 2 weeks... & I'm open to requests for any albums of your choice too..
Its becoming quite a drag to update with a curfew on frequency...
Exams & attendance issues are threatening my sheer existence.. & hence I devote primary importance to that..
I shall be back to my usual self once peace has been restored..
 Ciao all...
16 gennaio On Whom The Moon Doth ShineHey there...
Ok.. First wipe that weird look off ur face.. I deleted my previous entry for certain reasons..
& as this entry progresses.. I shall tell u why I've decided to give myself another chance..
& for those of u who weren't there to witness my short-lived previous entry (Dated January 14th), it was about my resignation from Blogdom...
The First Timer:
My dad stormed into my room & asked me to get out of the house (Err.. Nothing to worry)..
Coz I supposedly was sitting in the house & staring at various screens & 'exposed to radiation' for elongated periods of time..
Oooh!! Radiation!! My nose snot is all green & glowing..
Errr.. I shall move on..
I was requested to go out of the house... To any coffee pub.. To the Beach.. Somewhere!!
I was shocked coz my dad's forever not cool with my hangin out very often.. (This is a 'First Timer')
But I personally think he enforced that decision coz I was ruining his Sunday afternoon by playing System Of A Down a wee bit too loud..
The Let-Down:
A tale of FOUR best friends...
Number One's somewhere in B'lore & from there he's heading to some small town?!?? (As told to me by a neighbour)
Number Two - "My baby's out in Pondicherry & will be back tomorrow afternoon" as stated by No.2's girlfriend
Damnit!! Great friends I have.. Nobody tells me when they leave town...
Number Three's very busy arranging stuff for his brothers wedding..
Well.. He's forever busy anyway..
Number Four - *Cough* *Cough* "I can't talk.. I've bronchitis.."
For a second his voice reminded me of a transvestite statistics prof in my college who we cleverly nicknamed "The Gorilla!!"
Anyway.. I was shot down when I realised the main guys weren't gonna be around.. & so, I figured I could fly solo..
The Two Minds:
Came back panting after a routine Jog.. (Yes! I'm keeping my fitness regime in order since New Years)
Seriously contemplated if I should actually go out while I was dripping sweat & totally worn out..
A quick shower & a good deo sorted things out..
A nod of disapproval from my dad hurried the process..
I grabbed my bike keys.. My mp3 player.. Some money (Very Very important...
)& I was outta the house at exactly 9 just as dad was mixing a couple of drinks for "I saw you when you were such a small thing" guests...
"Yeah?? I've NEVER seen or heard of you before" - Were exactly the words I wanted to utter..
The Vrooom!!!:
Making the most of a sunday night (minimal traffic) I took the longest route to the beach ever..
(Technically the beach is about 3 kms from my place.. But My odo-trip meter on the bike read 16 kms)
Maybe starting off in the opposite direction can't exactly be called a 'route' to the beach..
As long as I had music in my head & the wind in my face.. I didn't really care..
Reached the beach.. & found the entire Chennai crowd there..
Smacked my forehead for forgetting bout the 'Pongal' holidays.. & also did an excellent imitation of Homer Simpson's 'Doh!!' Lol..
Thankfully the crowd cleared up quite soon.. & I walked in towards the water.. Where the waves broke upon the sand..
Settled down & plugged the music back on..
The Vision:
It was one of the most beautiful nights ever..
A cloudless starry night.. & the moon was at a perfect angle to reflect itself beautifully on the sea.. & It lay there.. A bright white light shimmering upon the endless waves..
The beach was plagued by couples holding hands.. Walking together along the shore.. Some just gazing at each other.. Some Coochie-cooing well hidden from view..
Yes.. I had all the time in the world to look everywhere..
& THEN.. I spotted a bunch of local 'porki' guys... I really did NOT know what they were trying to do.. But from what it looked, I guess they were just trying to get people's attention.. How original.. (For 'porki' guys..
)Anyway.. These guys were trying to do hand-springs & stand on their hands.. Upside Down..
One smart guy asked everyone to move & took a run-up (Whatever the hell for?!??) He charged.. & planted himself upside down..
I let out this LOUD guffaw as he landed awkwardly on his head..
& There come times when U wish the beach sounded like a crowded fish market where Pavarotti could sing & yet not be heard..
One or two of those guys pointed threateningly at me.. As I carefully calculated my chances..
"Ok... Skinny guys.. Just three.. I can take them on.. Oh wait!! Where did these other guys come from.. Count.. 1..2.. Damn! 8??"
"Ok.. Ok.. Play safe.. SCRAM!!"
& I relocated myself without any hesitation to the other end of the beach.. Where the moon still doth shine aplenty..
The Ray Of Hope: (Actually it was just the moonlight...
)I sat...
I looked...
I listened...
I stretched... (I cramp easily)
'Coldplay replaced Children Of Bodom'
I sat some more.. Looked some more.. Listened to some more music...
'Schiller replaced Coldplay'
I glanced at my phone.. 8 missed calls.. All from home..
11:30 pm.. showed the phone clock..
In the distance.. I saw cops go around & ask ppl to leave the beach.. Coz it was 'Time'..
(Yes! We have a deadline for sitting in the beach too.. If I've never said it before.. Night life in Chennai SUCKS!)
As I got up.. I glanced at the beach again.. At the moonlight..
The cops were drawing closer to me.. & I stood thinking..
"Sir.. Its time to vacate.." said the guy in 'mufti'..
"Just 2 minutes" said I.. As I walked up to the water.. & glanced down at my 'trail along the floor' Levi's...
I shrugged.. Walked right ahead.. & caught the wave..
After a couple of minutes.. I was dripping from the knee..
But I was content...
I had said my Goodbye.. I had said my thanks..
To the Sea..
To the Moonlight..
To the 'Moment'..
'"Hallelujah" (The Shrek Theme Song) replaced Schiller'
I looked at the cop.. & he had this weird expression as if he realised how I felt..
The ride back home was one of the best ones ever...
The air, clean.. The roads, smooth.. & My bike, sexy as ever..
& a pitstop at Coffee Day for a Tropical Iceberg..
When I got home.. My sis quipped "Where the hell u been??"
"I went to the beach"
"But you said none of ur friends were free"
"So?? I Went Alone!!"
Her expression bore one that questioned the sanity of a human being..
But I was feeling way too good to argue..
I came up to my room.. Turned on the comp.. Looked up my blog.. The last entry..
& REALISED!!
Giving up is easy.. To withstand the pressure is the challenge..
I personally love challenges btw..
& I didn't wanna give up.. Especially not when I'd had such a lovely night to talk about.. If not here.. Where else???
If you've read & stayed with the entry till here..
Thank you for bearing with me.. I just wanted to be heard..
P.S: I know that my entry is filled with this ONE emoticon ->
I'm sorry.. I have a fetish for 'Sticking the tongue out'...
LOL...P.P.S: I'm responsible & wear a helmet.. & I love the momentary blur I witness when the needle shoots past the 100kmph mark in the speedo.. 05 gennaio The best ending to a movie ever!!!Today....
I was contemplating deleting my blog.. Coz I was all out of ideas.. & the very thought of typing out something loong on the comp gave me the hibbie-jibbies.. Lol..
For all those ppl who're confused.. I meant queasy.. Nauseated.. &
while ur still confused.. Do mankind a favour & go watch the movie "Madagascar".. Lol
But I'd attribute the sudden change in attitude to one of the greatest sights I'd ever witnessed in my life today.. On TV..
There exists this 'super-hero' Vijaykanth down here in 'Kollywood'.. who looks like he's eaten a baby walrus...
But that never stopped him from doing triple somersaults.. & immobilizing atleast 5 enemies (Mostly terrorists) without touching the ground even once..
Well.. Those industrial size cranes they ship to the sets must be paying off well.. Its quite a feat to get him airborne... :P
So.. The bottomline is that.. Nobody expects the movie to make a lot of sense.. & I seriously gave up on looking into 'details' that make a movie obliviously dumb..
For instance.. Why would the govt. approach a Police Inspector 'Vijaykanth'.. Who lives way down in Chennai.. & invite him to take out terrorists hidden somewhere near the border..
For one thing.. He looks physically incapable of climbing a fleet of stairs.. LOL!!
& More so.. who in the sane mind would call upon a guy who knows jackshit bout climbing mountains or talk Hindi for that matter of fact..
Whats even more lame is whenever Vijaykanth is on a 'foreign mission' (HA!) All the foreigners speak in Tamil.. I mean thats not anywhere near normal.. Lol!!
Anyway.. I started this blog with a title.. & I should do justice to that..
I was watching this Vijaykanth movie this afternoon.. Where he plays the sincere cop from down south.. Who takes down terrorists in PAK territory..
In fear of his wrath.. The terrorists kidnapped some three women Vijaykanth knows.. (HAHA!!!)
Anyway.. the movie ends like this:
After valiantly battling alongside the armed forces beyond the Indian border.. & after attempting 8 multiple mid-air somersaults (Man! He should enter the olympics..) He manages to defeat the foe.. & rescue the women..
Atleast 50 men went into battle & only Vijaykanth & another guy survived??? I mean C'MON! Vijaykanth was the fattest.. How come ALL THE BULLETS missed him completely?? LOL!!
Anyway.. They 'borrow' a PAK helicopter & zoom back to India...
As they approach the border, our hero discovers the radio is broken..
(Oh No!! How do they tell folks at the border they're not PAK ppl, but actually Indians travelling in a PAK heli !!)
Where theres a will theres a way.. Err.. More appropriate in this case.. Where theres Vijaykanth, theres a way..
Meanwhile.. Down below, the soldiers get ready to shoot down the helicopter.. But WAIT A SEC!!!
The soldiers are pointing rifles to the SKY?? Wow!! The soldiers probably thought they were shooting birds.. Lol..
Not an anti-aircraft gun in sight.. & the entire set is pathetic.. With not a hint of snow or anybody huddling coz of the cold.. Infact one guy is wearing just a shirt.. BRAVO!!
My seat shifted from somewhere on the couch to all over the floor laughing hysterically...
Vijaykanth meanwhile has a brainwave.. He looks back at the three women & notices their sarees (The BIG Pervert!!) & each saree is a different hue & together they form the tricolour of our National Flag!!
So.. I never thought he'd do it but HE DID IT!!.. The next scene had Vijaykanth waving the sarees from the helicopter in full style.. Hanging upside down himself..
(I think they put an elephant on the other side to balance the heli.. :P)
& VOILA! Horror of Horrors!! The Indian soldiers drop their rifles (probably cardboard cutouts.. Lol) & all salute as the National Anthem plays in the background...
By the time this scene ended.. I was all over the place.. & had done considerable damage to my insides by laughing so hard..
When an actress makes a non-committal hush-hush statement bout pre-marital sex.. Ppl go overboard.. & When Vijaykanth strips three women off their sarees & dignity.. Its something that instills national pride...
Wow!! Ppl are sooo screwed up..
Anyway.. As the movie finished my dad walked in.. & asked me why I was blue in the face (I think I'd laughed too much)
I explained to him the 'fine' points of the movie..
& he said.. "Too bad u weren't around earlier.. Vijaykanth wasn't a tub of lard duing my college days.. But his movies were always a laugh.. Without completely intending to be funny.." (Lol)
Errr.. Ok..
Maybe next time I shall talk bout why southie actors just can't remain in SHAPE.. LOL!!
Right now.. I'm still ROTFL when I think of that ending...
P.S: My next motive?? To possess a priceless collection of Vijaykanth DVD's.. LOL!!
31 dicembre Feliz Año Nuevo (I'm starting spanish lessons.. Happy New Years.. :P)Heres to wish everyone around here...
A Happy New Year...
(This is a nasty colour... Lol)
Party hard ppl.. & Remember.. Theres an important lesson to be learnt..
Never make stooopid resolutions such as "I shall never drink".. Coz u know its inevitably a lousy resolution..
& when u see ppl around u drinkin away.. you'll wanna take that beer bottle & smash ur head with it for making that stupid resolution.. :P
I've just made a quarter of 10,000 HITS!!!! Yaaaaayyy!!!! Lol...
I'm sure you all had a great year.. & I hope ur next holds a lot more in store for you...
So, Until next year...
Ciao.. & Take Care..
27 dicembre My Music.. My Unquenched Thirst For More..Even as I start this now.. I should probably say, THIS is the first serious entry of mine..
This is a tribute.. To all the music I've seemed to acquire through the years.. Music has given to me much more than anyone could ever give me at any point of life..
My thirst for music kick-started when I first got an internet connection sometime in the nineties..
With a mere phone line with its obvious hiccups, I amassed over atleast 2000 songs..
Blessed with the Broadband power just recently.. My music collection toll now stands somewhere near 4000...
That seems quite a pitiful amount.. Compared to some ppl I knw who've more than 10,000 songs..
I'm NOT complaining...
I am at this very moment, more overwhelmed than ever.. Coz I love each & EVERY ONE of the 4000 songs...
More so,.. I don't listen to ONE genre of music.. Is it just irony that life's full of variety.. Coz it seems mighty familiar when I think of that in terms of music..
When u come across a cussing Eminem wannabe, you can assure yourself... He probably doesn't listen to Dixie Chicks..
Or when you come across a head-banging hardcore death metal fan,.. You could probably tell at sight that he definitely won't dig Craig David..
A lot of ppl don't understand how I could probably like both Children Of Bodom & Robbie Williams...
For instance.. A friend of mine came over with his i-pod to gas it up... I put in a song by Rabbi Shergil & he was like.. "Dude!! My Parents listen to this stuff!!.. Why did u put this in??"
I replied.. "Well.. Its a nice song.. Why don't u try listen to it? U might like it"..
"HUH?? ARE U MAD?? Dude! No way I can like stuff like this!!"..
The issue doesn't get clearer...
Some people are just not willing to try listening to something new.. In fear that they might actually turn out to like it.. & this obviously would spoil the perfect *I love to Head Bang* image..
Well.. I love to head bang too.. I could listen to scores of System Of A Down.. Infact I've over 45 S.O.A.D songs.. That doesn't mean bands like Strings or Jal need to take a back seat..
Its frustrating & annoying when you can't find a lot of ppl who share similar tastes in music..
I mean, I can't talk bout death metal to a guy who I'd speak to about Country..
As i keep rambling on bout my 'tastes'.. Let me be a bit more specific..
I listen to All kinds of Rock.. (Even Chick Rock & Country)
I listen to Chill-Out Music (Like Electronica, Ambience, Lounge, Trip-Hop)
I listen to Trance, Techno, House (Not much though)
I listen to Metal (Includes Heavy, Death, Opera Metal [never heard of tht huh??] & Scandinavian Metal)
I try listen to hip-hop.. But the sheer lack of singing talent puts me off.. Lol..
I listen to instrumental stuff (Like Yanni, Richard Clayderman, & some random jazz)
Errr.. I think thats bout everything.. Lol..
Music gets me high.. A high I never get anytime else.. Just by laying back & listening to the stuff that shaped my life...
So just coz I started this entry with a tribute.. I shall end it with one by quoting the ever-famous words of ABBA;
"So I Say Thank You For The Music... For Giving It To me..."
(Couldn't think of anything more apt.. :P)
I shall never cease to keep an open mind to music...
& I shall never stop my quest to find all the songs I could ever love...
Amen! 25 dicembre Happy Hols!!!WISH ALL YE FELLOW BLOGGERS A
"MERRY CHRISTMAS"
P.S: At a party last night... I tried hard to stick to my resolution...
But I had just a screwdriver.. Now that compared to what I normally would've drunk is almost like havin fresh lime.... Right??? Lol..
P.P.S: I heard that my stringed buddy a.k.a my Guitar can be fixed after all..
& I'm jumpin with joy..
The joyous spirit is truly all around!! 22 dicembre An Ode To (Someone Special)........A Sad Tune...
Dropped you on my bed,
Dropped you on the head. Knocked you against the wall, Abused you over-all. I played you all night long,
Love isn't just a one-note song. Remember the moments we had? The tough times we shared? But today I miss you so much,
More now coz we had lost touch, Over the last few months, I never told you once.. When I touched you tonight,
Never knew it was the last night. How you suffered in silent torture, While I shifted my posture. I made a mistake & you fell,
I screamed, "Oh Hell !!" "What the heck!!" "I think I just broke your neck!" As I hold onto your two pieces,
All the happiness existing ceases. I cry a silent scream, Wishing this was just a dream.. Alas! My mother is in a fit, My life is over as I know it. I said a silent prayer,
That atleast my music shall be forever.. What were you perverts thinking?? (Atleast when u read the first two stanzas??) Lol..
I broke my Guitar!!.. *sob*  I knocked against it accidentaly.. It fell on the ground & the neck just broke..
I'm heart-broken now.. *Sniff* *Sniff*  19 dicembre I Hate The Weatherman!!!Greetings!!
Although I'm quite aware that everyone around is just establishing their poetic roots...
I've just decided to tarnish my poetic image (HAH! I never had one.. :P) by putting up this really lame poem I made up...
Now this definitely would sound like a kids work.. But I was so proud of it.. :D
Anyhow.. At the moment, I'm very pissed off with the fact that the weatherman's been predicting storms that're gonna HIT Chennai.. & so far 4 of them just sailed past without even a trace..
This next one better be it.. Coz its gotten quite chilly here...
(Sounds unbelievable.. But yet is true..)
Anyhow.. I thought of a poem.. & here goes..
The (Un)Prediction
Thunder & Lightning scare me not,
Its the decision that has me fraught. Tropical storms heading our way?? I'm still gonna live my day.. Causing alarm & clamor for no reason. Well.. He just announces the season.. Had his mid-day meal I suppose, This weatherman's threat I oppose Lazing in a four walled office,
Bends over & picks out a choice. "Cyclone approaches" reads the card, Is it fun to irritate people.. U retard?? Can't u read it right for once? We're tired of running around u dunce.. Ever since The US of A named their storms,
We followed suit.. We have no qualms.. We're just doing what everyone else does. Its better than naming a storm '03-B' Cuz... No one sat up & listened to our voice.. Thought they could make the best choice. I still say.. Who'd name a storm 'Fanoos'?? I think his screw must be loose.. Looming large right now is 'Maya'.. And I'm soo worried??.. Oh yeah!! This weatherman's predictions are realy farce, I'm 'bout to shove something up his 'arse'.. I looked out the window for a brief moment..
I could see the storm approaching.. & I'm waiting... Still Waiting... Still Waiting... Lol.. Now that poem definitely has to sound like a 5th graders stolen work.. :P..
But none the less.. Its still mine.. & I'm proud of it..
& If this storm doesn't hit,.. I shall march to the MET department.. & really kick someones 'arse'.. Lol..
Ciao.. 15 dicembre I got a job!!!.. How exciting... NOT!Attended one of those famed campus interviews finally...
Completely missed the orientation of the company.. Its called some 'Progeon' or something.. Linked to Infosys..
My first impression was.. Oh no! Not another BPO...
Anyway.. I was desperate to not attend classes & decided to take up the test.. (Was getting marked present for taking the test.. I figured.. Why not??)
& take the test I did.. After I wrote CAT.. This multiple choice answer thing seemed a breeze.. But hld on.. This was so much easier than a 'breeze'..
For example:.. There was this question... "What is the mirror image of ADRIFT?"
& The options were one tht read Adrift (IN THE BACKWARD SENSE OBVIOUSLY).. One that read Aprift.. One tht read Adrilt.. & One tht read Abrift...
That was very very sad.. I soon completed the paper & was sitting around joblessly (coz we couldn't leave for another 15 mins)..
& more so.. I even found a math question wrong.. & the guys in charge went blank for around 15 mins..
After the 'competitive examination (oooohh!!)', We were told to attend the GD at 6 in the evening.. & so we sat around aimlessly till then..
The results were announced.. & I'd topped?? OMG!.. I was like.. Lol!!!.. I noticed how the comptetition level in my college had dropped..
It was getting past 6 by then... (My college ends at 6:30)..
I was contemplating whether to leave or wait for the GD... & since I figured I'd waited this long.. Mite as well wait some more..
& Now comes the part where I was really glad I waited for the GD...
It was technically not a GD we found out..
More like a 'get out here & introduce urself & talk on any mutually agreed upon topic for 2 minutes..'
Anyway... I shall describe the overall sadness of some of the dudes who spoke..
Interviewer (real cool guy he was): So tell me.. What topic Do u want to talk bout?
Sad Dude 1: Can I talk about Kollywood stars?? No.. I'll talk about Sachin Tendulkar..
I: Oh good! U remember the pepsi ad of Sachin with a lot of kids?.. Imagine U were one of the kids.. How would You have felt?
S.D 1: Oh ok.. Sachin is a very cool guy.. He's a best batsmen anytime.. (He said the cool guy sentence 15 times.. I counted) I would shake the hands.. I mite even kiss him then.. (WTF!!!)
I (in haste): Yes.. yes. Thank you.. Next Please..
Sad Dude 2: (with fake 'american' accent): Talk about myself?? Oh.. I love chocolates, Ice Cream & lollipops..
*The entire class starts sniggering.. (Lollipops? Is tht wht someone says when he's asked bout himself??)
Sad Dude 3: Hello.. My name is ________.. I love cricket..
I: Ok hello... What would u like to talk about.. Cricket?
S.D 3: Yes sir.. I'll talk about the tri-series recently between Australia & India.. The Australia batsmen were 'smashing the balls' (candidates erupt in inconsolable laughter) of the bowlers... (After that, the interviewer retired to a corner to recover...)
OMG!! That was appalling.. My college was at that instant the most pathetic.. (& I've always wondered how THIS was rated best college in Chennai...)
Anyway.. The GD progressed quite amusingly from then on.. & then we had to wait for interviews.. That was such a looong bloody wait.. Coz candidates were being called one after another..
The first guy came out clutching this paper.. We grabbed it from him & checked on what they were offering..
WOW! Job in Bangalore!!.. Really cool!!.. & How much are they paying??
10 GRAND?!?? WTF!..
Some of the guys along with me with the sole aim to waste time were shocked at how pitifully less we were offered.. For a project executive post.. Really lame..
Then on.. Our hopes were reduced to just reaching home ASAP..
My turn finally came.. I strutted in.. Talked my ass off on I dont even remember what now.. (Later I heard mine was the longest interview ever..)
I very specifically remember telling the interviewer I was just giving this a shot.. & would definitely be interested in another job if I was offered one later... Her expression went kinda numb.. (I enjoyed tht very much.. :P)
Anyway.. Blah Blah.. & Hallelujah!.. I even got a call letter (after all that)..
& I'm supposed to start working May??.. BALLS!!.. With a capital B!!..
I mite be a rotten spoilt egg.. But I don't care..
Anyway.. I'm at home now.. Have shocked my parents by tellin them
I HAD TO SIGN A CONTRACT.. & Will be shipped to bangalore for a 10 G job.. :P.
& I'm enjoying their reaction very much too.. :P
I'm gonna sink my fangs in some Pizza now.. Will definitely enjoy this!!! Was totally starved to death..
So Adios! 14 dicembre Quiz me!!However shitty this is..
I've gone where many other have gone before.. & I've done it too..
I've done this quiz thing..
Now before any of u pick up something to throw at me.. I'd just wanna say.. This quiz is far more entertaining than any others you might've ever attempted..
So.. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my parents.. My left foot,.. My right foot too coming to think of that..
Sheesh! I can't shut up..
To attempt ur luck at the quiz -> CLICK HERE!! OR DIE OF BOREDOM
Lol..
Ciao..
What do I say.. I'm a sucker when it comes to tryin to stay up-beat with all the 'cool' stuff everyone else is doing..
11 dicembre I'm Thinking Aloud...This is a shitty entry.. I'm not thinking.. I'm not ME.. **********************************************************
Was at a friends place last nite (saturday to be precise)... Saw 'The 40 Year Old Virgin'.. & almost got killed for recommending it.. Seriously, I found it funny when I watched it alone earlier.. Waited for the household to tuck into bed & took out the Whiskey.. (The poor guy was trapped so long in a crummy Backpack) 3 of us split & downed nearly a LITRE of Director's Special - Black... Halfway through, we discovered that the most important additive had depleted completely.. Turns out the culprit was a silent 4th person who in favour of his 'non-alcoholic' resolution guzzled all the pepsi there was.. THE BAS**RD!!! Had to finish the remaining whiskey 'NEAT'.. Yeah! Real Neat... (sorry for the shitty 'neat' joke.. Like I said.. I'm not me!) We passed out in symmetry (putting synchronized gymnasts to shame..)
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But this entry isn't bout the night before at all... Its bout how I feel now.. & the answer is SICK!!.. Hangover?? I wish I had one.. Coz the way I feel is so much worse.. Sick within.. Sick ouside.. Sick of myself.. Sick of Humanity.. Sick of mankind.. Sick of UPDATING.. Sick of... Everything!! & the ensuing things I tried haven't worked to my satisfaction.. 1. Smelt some really strong balms primarily meant for headaches.. (I seriously contemplated the armpit.. But decided against it..) 2. Listened to 10 different tracks by Enigma.. 3. Made some real hot caffeine infested Cocoa drink.. (Putting Barista to shame..)
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Right now.. The word is PASSIVE... I dunno.. I kinda feel relaxed when I think of the word Passive.. I could think of 'Inactive'.. 'Serene'.. 'Patient'.. But the word 'Passive' seems so much... Stronger!! & while I've started 'Babbling' I might as well 'babble' some more.. My bed looks very inviting.. But then again.. So does the edge of the Terrace.. (I'm not suicidal.. & If i ever think of it, I'll make sure I destroy a few ppl i don't like before I cease to exist..) *Snigger..
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Hence I take this resolution (though the NEW year isn't very far away..) That 'I shall never drink again!!' & when said to a friend of mine.. I got the response.. "I've heard that one before.." & I say.. A few resolutions are worth keeping.. & so,.. I pledge to be the sole outcast who orders a colourful mocktail on a 'drink all the beer you want' night.. AMEN
P.S: Does drinking too much coffee kill? Coz I wanna make another one of those 'I dunno what to call em' caffeine infested cocoa drink.. P.P.S: If thou are ever in a shitty mood,... Listen to 'Edge Hill' By Groove Armada.. It kinda helps.. & Its playing on the media player if U choose to listen (or download.. if ur smart :P).. 07 dicembre Anything On T.V is entertaining... Well.. Sometimes...*Achhooo!!.. I've caught on a nasty cold.. & It hurts so bad that I can't attend coll.. :P. Yeah Right!!
In Chennai (which is the experiment capital of the Country).. We don't get to watch any T.V channel we want.. Coz of some 'Experiment' conducted on the city to check if implementation of Set-Top Boxes was feasible...
& hence.. unless u have a Set-Top Box, U cant watch Star T.V & The rest of them pay channels..
Hmmph! Even though this system became highly unacceptable,.. It was never scrapped.. & I'm forced to switch between the 60 odd channels that My cable provider... 'Provides'..
Remote in one hand.. Tissues in another.. I'm all geared For 'OPERATION FLIP-CHANNELS'...
Channel No.1
Aah! Headlines today!.. Flashing news.. Hmm.. Uhuh.. Ok...
I've got all that already in the newspaper this morning.. What are you trying to say?!??? Oh.. The same stuff every 20 minutes?.. no thanks.. I think I'll watch something else..
Channel No.2
Pogo! Normally I'd watch it having no go.. & No other option.. But unfortunately for me.. Afternoons in Pogo have stuff like
'Boo-Bah'! The most annoying thing I've ever seen.. The bright multitude colours are enought to blind anyone..
& following 'Barney'!!.. OK! One thing ridiculous is A PURPLE DINOSAUR.. & One that sings & dances?!?? Incredibly annoying.. I'm with all those kids who wanna kill Barney!!.. :P
Alright... Move on to the next Channel..
Channel No.3
Wow... This is by far the most entertaining channel I've come by.. Its a Tamil Channel where this really sad 'VJ' is doing a review of... WAIT A MINUTE!! THE movie S.W.A.T?? S.W.A.T went off theatres LAST YR!!..
Me thinks they play the same shows over n over again or wht?!??
Anyhow.. It was funny watchin that guy.. He pronounced S.W.A.T like swat (with the 'A' pronounced similar to the 'A' in 'Ass'.. with the most americanized accent possible).. Appalling!!.. But I forgave him coz it was a low budget Tamil Channel..
Moving on..
He quoted.. "This movie has the L.L.Cool J.. Yes I'm talking of the very same cool J Who was happening in the J'Lo's video.. & Who's happening here also.." Alright buddy! Whatever.. Have anything else interesting to impart??
Yes of course!!... "The original choice for Samuel Jackson was Arnold Swazengengerrr..".. (I'm not kidding coz that was how he pronounced the name.. :P) "But unfortunately the actor is now being adjusted to becoming the governor of a small city"..
Ok buddy!.. English I can forgive.. But General Knowledge?!?!? Gimme a break!
Anyway.. I gave up on that guy (however funny he was) & decided to watch something else..
Channel No.4 to 50
Exteremely Gripping Entertainment!!!!
Channels filled with soaps In languages I can't even understand.. Put off by the seriously Terrible Acting.. & even more so disgusted at the choice of women actors.. I almost threw up..
Errr.. Anyway.. Undaunted.. I proceeded..
Channel No. 51
Thank You God!! VH1.. The 24/7 English Music channel..
I cozy back on the couch.. Stretch my feet.. & What comes on?!??
The Life of Backstreet Boys.. No Thank You!!
I was coerced to turning the TV off after that last disturbing sight..
I figured.. Bunking college wasn't a very good idea.. I would've been more entertained there..
Anyhow.. I picked up my very battered Pink Floyd CD & Loaded it onto the music system...
"Comfortably Numb" playing.. Blisssss!!!
Screw the TV & its 'quality' entertainment... BAH!!! 06 dicembre An honest attempt at poetry once again...While I was jobless.. Yet again!! At 3 IN THE MORNING!!.... (Again.. :P)
I decided to sit down & try my luck at being creative.. Talk bout 'pot-luck'.. I had a rhyme at hand..
Since its been quite a while since I last tried to rhyme.. This might sound something like a 5th grade kid's stolen work.. :P.
Anyhow... Here it is.. & I call it 'Changeover'.. (Maybe the thing I suck really bad at, is.. Naming poems.. --> If someone can come up with a better name for the poem.. Plz temme... Err.. If u understand it that is.. :D )
Changeover
Morning arrives in full glory,
Mercilessly tearing the sky. Whence arises a different story, A chapter of his subdued life. Treaded paths are now but a wisp,
Distant passions forgotten. Previous pages burnt to a crisp, A fresh start he has gotten. Faces of recognition are fraught,
With the fading memory. Emptiness cleared by a draught, Battling for territory. He craves for the new life dawned,
To potray a new guise. Also telling himself he isn't fond, Of letting go his old ties. Apprehensive he looks at himself,
.. A few minutes after, he looks around, He was smiling through the mirror, & Now He's Gone..... *Sigh..
The poem refers to the significant changes that have occured in Arvind's life recently...
Ciao.. Till my next update..
Now i can work on the much deserving sleep I need... :P 01 dicembre Recent Events...CAUTION: (The Caution has been removed due to PUBLIC DISPLEASURE..) Read on....
I've finally figured the reason ppl *ramble*.. Coz they've got nothing sensible to say (or impart any knowledge whatsoever..) It makes a fun read anyhow..
& I follow in those footsteps.. & give u an insight on wht an exciting day Arvind had on December 1st..
1 am (Last night - Which counts as December 1st.. Lol)
Tried to get an early sleep (so as to make it a point to keep up my once a month gym appointment..) But the internet is ADDICTIVE.. & one link led to another & another & so on...
BTW, The internet is also another reason I've left 3 books incomplete.. I'm shocked myself..
3 am
Fell asleep on the computer table murmuring System Of A Down lyrics which I had just memorized.. Boy! Am I gonna face the real music tomorrow morning (When I'm rudely woken up by DAD!!)
7 am
True to his word.. DAD makes a guest appearance & abuses follow (including a 10 page lecture on how to not waste non-conventional sources of energy..)
Still muttering those System Of A Down lyrics.. I shift my dazed self from the chair to the bed..
(I know my dad's gonna check for dope under my bed later.. Lol)
12:30 pm
Rise & Shine.. Is it morning yet?? "NO U PRICK!! Its 12:30 in the afternoon.. & I'm back from coll" quips my annoying sis..
12:30?!?!?
EE-GAD!! College starts at 1:30 pm (& I read the paper & notice that the President Dr. Abdul Kalam is visitin.. Spirits soar & I sit back in front of the TV).
2:00 pm
End of crappy movie called "Atomic Twister".. I was laughing half the movie.. Watch it if u get the chance.. Its another typical American movie where sentiments are more important than A huge twister barrelling towards you.. *Snigger*..
& I receive a prompt msg from a buddy.. "Dude!! Y aren't u in coll? Ur lucky we didn't hav the first hour.. U better get here or ur gonna be in trouble.."
3:00 pm
Oops!! I'm ready to leave & rip my bike.. Now that I've finally got above 1000 KMS,.. I can proudly maintain an average speed of 70kmph.. (Hope my dad doesn't see this blog.. Lol)
Reach coll just in time for the third hour.. Phew!!
4:30 pm
The fourth hour prof was missing & hence it was a free hour.. & the announcement on the P.A system says.. "The last hour is cancelled coz of arrival of distinguished President.. Blah Blah.."
(Wait till I get my hands on that rat who made me travel 10 kms for just One hour of coll)
5:15 pm
Atleast made my gym appointment.. The instructor had a ball watchin me struggle & told me off for not coming regularly.. "Weak?!? ME?? I'll show you..!!! Just you wait!!... *snigger*"
6:30 pm
Back at home.. Somehow 'showing' the gym instructor I hadn't lost my strength wasn't quite rewarding.. I'm nursing a cramped elbow.. & well.. Total breathlessness.. Relief comes in the form of lemonade.. "Thanks mom"..
& I sit down at the comp & decide to do something I should have done long time back...
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