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Most Influential Movies Of All Time

2007-02-23T20:45:00.000+05:30

Ok, so I received word from many of my friends that my blog was way too dull and boring. So, being the genius that I am, I have decided to diversify this blog into all the topics that interest me. So, I’d like to begin with this awesome article that I found online.

Although, I must admit that most of these movies I have not seen and those I am currently in the process of getting my grubby hands on the DVD’s. However I do have my opinions on the one’s which I have seen.

Star Wars (1977)
Directed by George Lucas

One of the best movies I have ever seen. Know this; I am not like most other fan boys who are gaga after these movies. In fact, even though this movie released before I was born, I loved it. I saw it in 2001 (yeah, I had a lot going on) I absolutely loved it. Although I did think that the lighsabers do look better in the recent movies, nothing could beat the story and the style and of course, the aliens. Although I am treading on hallowed ground talking about this movie, know this, I am no geek fan of the movie so please forgive me for not being totally accurate in the names or anything I have said so far.

Terminator 2 (1991)
Directed by James Cameron

When I first saw this movie, all I had to say was “WOW”. The CGI, action and story were addictive. In fact, I saw the second movie before the first and even though the first was not as good as this one, I had to see it. I went so far as to even getting the damn DVD for my birthday. Kind of crazy for me, usually I appreciate normal (more expensive) gifts. Personal experiences aside, I think that this was the first movie to instill the notion of “Run! Robots, taking over the world” and do it properly. The mother son relationship also added quite some depth to the movie. And it goes without saying, that the liquid terminator (sorry, I forgot the name) is the coolest robot ever made.

Jurassic Park (1993)
Directed by Steven Spielberg

I saw this movie when I was really young, so it kinda became the Jaws of my era. The animatronics were top notch, and the whole dinosaur island thing was new, and it made a much better plot than the previous “military experiment gone wrong” scenarios. I don’t have much to say about this movie other than the fact that it was the best made Jurassic Park movies among the three.

The Matrix (1999)
Directed by The Wachowski Brothers

When I first saw the trailer for this movie, I was almost dying to see the movie. The hype for it was completely lived up to by the movie. Although the sequels were not as good, they were not bad either. It was quite an eye opener for me, having seen it when I was 10. Really into computing at the time (as I am now) I couldn’t wrap my head around the plot for quite a long time. However, that didn’t stop me from watching the movie over 10 times. According to me, this is the BEST “Robots have taken over the world” story ever. The action was also revolutionary and it was solely responsible for the hike in the sales of flying trench coats.

Well, there it is my list of the most influential movies of all time (among those which I have seen). Hope everyone enjoyed that

From Love To Death

2007-02-23T20:43:00.000+05:30

Hey guys, sorry for the long delay between all the posts, I had a lot going on but will try to be more regular. I have decided to change my style of writing, albeit only in a few aspects, however, I hope that it is better than my previous style.

What a journey, life is. It goes from bad to worse to good and then great. It’s a modern day roller coaster ride. But there is one relationship I have always noticed, which is coincidental because of the recent Valentine’s Day celebration (of which I have my own opinions). I don’t seem to understand the whole relationship between love, death and depression. I mean, what is it with people; all they can seem to think of when they fall in love (if such a thing even exists) is sadness.

It seems oxymoron-ish in a way. The whole point of love is to make us happy. It gives this world the “secret sauce” which makes it a living, breathing place. Then why are the two most commonly related terms, love and death? Shakespeare was kind of pioneer in the field. Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet et cetera, all these seem to display some kind of mental anguish. Love seems to be so complicated. I sure as hell can’t make head or tail of it.

Being a brother and a son, I do have an idea about one aspect of it, but I am pretty sure that everyone reading this has an idea too. The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be special, but it turns out more complex, factors, variables and time, all these seem to be kind of a blockade, a hurdle if you will, to the ultimate goal of true love.

Then again, I am curious to think, does love even exist in its purest form? Are the days of undying love as those of fairy tales dead? I hope not. But the more I see, the more I find contradictory examples. Rape, sex and drugs, trying to get a girl in bed seems to the new ultimate goal. Perhaps all those who have experienced the thought of love, or even its mere perception were deceived, or were hoping to find redemption in being lucky enough to find that special someone.

They say that one has not experienced life until they have experienced love. It seems now that the experience of life has been destroyed for most of us. I can see it now; most of us go to the great beyond disappointed at what life had to offer us. All I hope for the future is that I will one day be able to find my own special someone. I just want to experience life, is that so difficult to accomplish?

Be The Best That You Can

2006-12-26T00:29:00.000+05:30

What ten minutes of silence and deep thinking won’t get you? I have been to places where people shudder to think about, I have done the most I can to help myself. I have enjoyed my life, my friends, my family and everything about it. Honestly, I sometimes consider myself the leader of my group, the alpha male, but sometimes, even I have to take a look around, to bring it all back to me.

They say that animals are the only ones who move in herds. We too are no different. Humans are much like animals; all of us stick to our herd. And just like every other animal group, every herd has its own leader. In my opinion, a leader never doubts his decision; he never makes a mistake, because, to him, a mistake is never worth considering. I do, however, ask, is this the kind of person we need?

I was wrong. Leaders are that way; it’s not how they should be. I think we are pretty much done with arrogant men with their infallible egos. I never wanted to be the kind of person who doesn’t care, who doesn’t make mistakes. After all, isn’t the message of life to turn and face the storm? How can anyone be adhere to this, if there is no storm in their life at all?

That’s why I say, a little reconciliation is necessary for us, no matter where we are. I take great pride in doing so, quite often too. However, I fail to impress anyone. It is either that they don’t care, or that what I do is useless. Trying to sidestep modesty for a minute, I really think that it’s the former. I have done things for other people without even a slice of gratitude, and perhaps, will continue to do so.

I do not write this post to whine about my life, but instead I hope to give some fulfillment to myself, and what I do. There is emptiness in everyones life, and sometimes, the best way to plug it, is to know that no matter what we do, what we are and what we have become, it never goes unnoticed. There is always someone around, even when the room is empty.

Before I Die...

2006-11-20T21:21:00.000+05:30

There are so many things I want to do before I die. Fly in a Concorde, sky dive and maybe even give my parents a stroke by getting suspended at school. But there are somethings even more important than what I want to do. It’s what I have to finish before I go.

We all have unfinished business when we die, or so I believe, in either case, there are somethings which we wish to do but due to certain circumstances we forget, or are unable to. However, there is one thing which we all have to complete before we die. Forgiveness.

There are a thousand apologies which we have to give out, people who we have hurt, who we have forsaken, who we have harmed. All are deserving of such a testament. As Gandhiji once put it, “It takes a whip to control, but it takes an entire mind to forgive”. Great words, but where do we start?

I guess such a delicate topic requires a lot of questions answered, however, not all lives are the same and as such, not all answers can be the same too. Unfinished business is an understatement compared to what we have to finish before we die. It seems like quite a weird feeling, realizing that we have done so much to influence others lives yet not even once have we felt responsible for it.

I always wished that I could say all that I have before I go, and it seems strange that I say so at such a young age. I feel that this life is too short for doing all that we want. We need more time, yet in all the magnificence that is life, we have forgotten the whole basis of human life. It is how wars have overturned and how we have survived for so long, tolerance and forgiveness.

But then, how can we not try to do our best in finishing our lives in the same way? I guess this will remain a mystery to all but those who have done so. Perhaps I have stumbled upon an age old forgone tradition, or perhaps the whole point of life is to live is happily. I cannot say, however, I never doubt my conscience and so I will do what it tells me. And thus, I believe that such is all our responsibility. I guess a good place to start, is to ask forgiveness from our parents.

Just Like The Tides

2006-10-25T23:39:00.000+05:30

Just Like The Tides…

Among the billions of people present in the world, we are still unique. There are some traits, some facets in us which make us who we are. Seems amazing to me sometimes how much variation there can be. Yet, there are some who don’t seem to understand it at all. The beauty of life is not to be the best in it, but to live it the fullest because really, we only get one chance.

Rejection, failure, incompetence et al are all the various phases of the same thing, they are all synonyms of an inferior person. I have had a lot of failures in my life but I have always thought that no matter what anyone says, I will do what I want to. It seems stupid tough, that I follow only myself but just think about it. Is that really so conceited?

I really don’t understand why it is that some people cannot just accept their failures and walk on. Why are they always stuck in the same moment, the same memory? Ridicule is the best form of self improvement. I can still remember the feeling of satisfaction when I showed all the “wise guys” that I was the best in something. I guess it’s all in the mind.

Take a look around, how many of us really do achieve all we want? Amongst all the beggars, hobos and unemployed we are born to people who can do something to stray us away from the same fate. We hold the key to our own success, but it really depends on what your idea of success really is. You could think that success is merely getting praise, attention and being superior to everyone else, but then would you ever feel satisfied with yourself. There will always be someone better.

The real flaw of such thought is that our happiness becomes dependent on an external factor, the most unpredictable one, in fact. I am talking about our own human race. We are fickle minded, and anyone who depends on us for our own success is really headed for the same fate, an unknown future. It may very well be that he/she could be a super hit but is it really that likely? I think not.

Dreams are the real keys to success. Success is not a physical thing, it’s just a state of mind, something we have to live with but can’t live without. Forget everyone else, if the thing you do makes you happy, then do it but always remember, forget everything else, everything…

The Power of Rejection

2006-10-25T19:48:00.000+05:30

I have not nearly spent as many years on earth as the great Socrates or Einstein would have done. But I know one thing. Jealousy is one of the most common traits instilled deep within.
So deep its roots are forgotten and has in itself become a tree so powerful and yet so ignored as a common mistake done by all. But I am not here to tell you about jealousy, rather a far milder form of it. Rejection.
All rejection definitely does not originate from jealousy, but rejection which I am particular about has. Now I am an average teenager at school. I one day decided to take part in the annual events of the school to showcase my ability. Something I was not sure of.
First time on stage, I was nervous and frightened. And as luck would have it, I did screw up on my début. I screwed up bad. I started to scream my butt of on the stage. To everyone else it supplies with hilarious comical material for the rest of my remaing school life.
Now seriously I have to admit I am a short tempered person and cannot stand being insulted for a long duration. Yet my friends decide to take that screw up and have haha’s at the expense of my humiliation. What do I do in a situation like this.
IF I get angry with them I am suppose to “lighten up” and if I stay quiet my heart torments me and kills me. Ofcourse I could be more tolerant. But couldn’t they be more supportive. I guess I have to conceal all my hatred within me since who cares about a reject. That is my life.

So What Do You Do?

2006-10-24T23:49:00.000+05:30

This life is a complex mixture of troubles, heartaches, death and birth. Within this cycle, people manage to fill it up with troubles, some of which can really break down any normal person. So then, I ask, what will you do if such a thing were to happen in your life?

It seems really difficult to understand, at least for me though, how can one life have more problems than there are days. I don’t mean only the important stuff life making marriage commitments but everything, all facets of life. I really do hate it when people underplay childrens' problems but that is a topic for a later time.

Running has always been the panacea for all problems. Running away is just so easy to do in the face of a problem that I doubt that it has never occurred in a normal persons mind, no matter how powerful or strong he may be. The answers are not so easy to find, and searching is very difficult to do.

Ultimately, we (or more specifically, me) find solace in the only thing we have left. For me, it’s my parents. I find solace, comfort and happiness within their presence. I am lucky to have them in the first place, but there are those who have nothing, no one to comfort them. Their lives go on, forgetting their previous problems moving on to the next. It takes real courage to face them alone but for some reason, we have become weaker.

I don’t have the courage to face my own problems sometimes. I know that they are they for a reason, but without knowing why I can’t answer them. But coming back to the topic, what do you do when it all comes down on you. Well, I can say for all sure that, in the face of all my problems, I learn to deal with them, by myself, with my own courage. After all, isn’t that what the "Creator" wants from us?

Running Away

2006-10-22T18:01:00.000+05:30

"It's only when you have seen death can you truly understand life"

One of my favorite quotes, from the book Frankenstein. In the beginning, this quote didn't mean much more to me than the fact that it was completely fictitious and had no bearing in real life. After all, who among us can actually experience death and live to tell the tale. However, as I grew older I realized that there was much more meaning in those words than I had previously thought.

As far as I am concerned, these words do explain much of life to me. In order to know what is good, you have to know what is bad. This is a whole and complete fact. I cannot know what to believe, unless I experience everything. Prejudice is the enemy of knowledge. Something which is akin to a flame burning down a beautiful city.

I would’ve never known that fighting or violence is a bad thing unless I was a “bad ass” myself. Not that I condone such actions, I am trying to make a point. I would’ve have never known that being good, or atleast trying to be good, is the most important thing for a human. Although people may disagree, I don’t care.

In order to find the perfect partner, friend or mate, we devote our whole lives, when, according to me there is only one criteria. All I want is to know a person who has experienced all the evil, hatred and the complete darkness in this world and yet has decided to be good, wholeheartedly. All else is irrelevant. Saying so, I have narrowed down the results to a bare minimum but does it matter? As long as such people exist, we will see this world grow.

Death: The Leveler

2006-10-08T18:12:00.000+05:30

I have been thinking recently, and it struck me, that to most people death is nothing but an escape. Suicide is not only a means to end ones life but also it acts a vent for ones emotions. Even I have sometimes felt so much grief in my life that I have wished to end it. To me, again it was nothing more than an escape, a release hatch for my emotions.

I guess, we really do underestimate death. In actuality, I believe that death is like an adventure. One that each one of us explore it for ourselves, perhaps enjoy it or be sucked into a vortex of hate and pain, yet it still is an adventure. I do not know if there is a heaven or hell however, at least we all know for sure that death is a very real thing.

The beauty of death lies in the fact that it is inevitable, we may prolong it but it always comes. Man’s continued struggle with this problem has made him foolish, perhaps even arrogant in a way. Deep down inside we are all control freaks and nothing would make us happier that to be able to control the world’s most powerful force, nature itself.

Death comes swift and sure. It does its deed and lets us deal with it. Considering it a scapegoat for our problems would be more than sufficient. We put so much faith in death for answering our problems that all the physiologists in the world are considered useless. Death is far reaching and has enormous hands.

Within the reams of our worlds, death is nothing but something to look forward to. Without death, there is nothing more to expect in our lives. It is the dead end, the omega of our lives. Considering suicide, that is, treating death like a scapegoat is merely an insult to its abilities. We have to live with our problems because we really get one life, it that goes there are no more second chances.

Blur the line between truth and Fantasy

2006-09-30T09:08:00.000+05:30

Sorry guys I haven’t really posted regularly a lot due to my daily schedules. But I am doing this post in a reply to one of Master Chief’s earlier post. Life as complicated as it seems is pointless unless you have the determination to make things happen with your own will to win. Think about, a better life.
You always ask to yourself I could have a better life. Yes you could have. But do you really deserve the better life. What people obviously miss out is the fact that life around us is what we make. How we carve out things. But our choices, they are something we should be given the freedom to choose from. Advice are not necessarily always correct to person’s personal interest. People are out there to give all kinds of advices. These so called advices as they are wrapped in a cover are meant to be our gifts. BULLSH*T. I disagree.
People are installed jealous, envious and hatred towards a better version. I have experienced that a lot. I have seen myself losing towards all these qualities. Many religions ask you take all these qualities out of your mind and soul. But I think that would be nearly an impossible tast. These qualities are all within us and bound to us. Even Jesus died on the cross due to all these qualities of humanity. Competition drives me. I cannot live without challenge. I am ready to take any one on. My hard work never completely pays off. But I have received a level of popularity. Why? I was out there making myself heard. If you do anything you have to be known for all that you have done. Otherwise where is the point of doing it at all.
Many people disagree with me on this but I think things needed to be seen and done accordingly. Moving towards glorious endings of life and when you go up to heaven you can tell god that YES I have done something change the pattern of normal life of people. Why do we don’t do anything. Because we thing there are people out there who can be better than us. To be heard one must suffice it with hard work. With that idea in mind go against the whole world. Change and drift away from your normal lifestyle. Show the world what you truly can be hero. A hero. Everyone is that. Everyone has that quality but all we lack is the dominant spirit to go forward with it. Don't give a crap for the rest of the world.

AS LONG YOU DREAM ACHIEVEING IT SHOULD BE EASY- me

Looking For A Reason

2006-09-29T21:02:00.000+05:30

Justification. It is mans only way to discern his actions, to make sure that he has done the correct thing. We justify everything from our impulse purchases to our most dreadful of sins. We need this justification to have confirmation that our deed has been the right one. However, humans, like you and me are prone to making up reasons to justify our own deeds.

Unfortunately, most of us justify the deed after it has been done. If these few minutes of reflections were used more usefully before the deed the out come would have been much more profitable. It is really a shame that most of the people, who I know of, do just the opposite of my advice. But then again there is another class of people who go a step further.

I also know of a few who make up false justifications for their actions. To them, every deed, every action is the correct one, it is the absolute truth. Now I can agree that confidence is a good thing but there is a fine line between arrogance and confidence. Justifying the wrong deed with a flawed judgment is awful and may cause more harm than good.

These people who I describe are not so because of some destiny they were given, they are so because of choice. Everything boils down to choice, we can choose to decide that every action of ours is the right one, but that doesn’t make it true. We all learn to accept our mistake and most of us feel sorry for them too. However, these people are afraid of committing a mistake so, they deicide to cover it up; bury it by pretending that it was the correct decision.

Those who fear nothing again are liars because they are afraid of getting afraid. Similarly, those who say they never make the wrong call are liars in their own right because they too are afraid of committing a mistake. Those who learn to live with their mistakes can go a long way in life while those who bury it will continue to fight their demons for the rest of their lives.

Born To Hate

2006-09-29T00:20:00.000+05:30

One experience, to be exact one bad experience, that’s all it takes to create a mind filled with pessimistic hatred for all of humanity. I used to be quite the same and so I can relate very much to this post.

Everyone has bad experience and so did I and just like the many others of the world I let all that get to me, I closed myself from any real human contact. I am very stingy in giving away trust; I was a lot more before. I however, am not too keen on sharing my personal experiences so you will just let all that die here. Anyway, I was wrong in what I did. No one is invincible, they are struck down somehow, and it’s a sad conundrum that such things are done by our own race

We, as humans ourselves should sympathize with each other, but we don’t creating an endless cycle of hate and deceit. It may seem really extraordinary that so few can hate so much, but that’s the power of the human mind. Everything is relative and to me the definition of “real” hate goes way beyond the word or fist fights. It’s more of an ego thing, the clash of opposite worlds, the hate so deep that it contaminates our very core, it changes who we are.

Such life changing experience can be catastrophic. However, what can be more is the way we deal with such problems. I took the wrong way, by keeping a grudge and now I repent for my mistakes. I have learnt the “right” way (according to me, that is) and so am happy with whom I am. I do not condemn those who carry hate in their hearts only if they are beyond the point of no return. There is no hope for them.

I cannot blame people themselves for all this because; it is after all our nurturing and environment which makes us who we are. If we free our minds, throw away all barriers of sense, ego, and pride, the world will be more confusing yes, but so much more beautiful. All it takes is a few minutes of reflection to do right our mistakes. I am not a preacher, just a person concerned with making a better world for the next generation.

I am also no hippie, and do not advocate not standing up to people. Fighting is a part of our daily lives, we all have to hate someone or something, but when that hate bubbles up into a ball of envy, anger and revenge we have the problem of “true” hate. I only advise and so I ask all of you to please let go of such things, just remember that we are not the only ones who have something to hate. This is our world and so it is our responsibility to make sure that we make it all right.

“Lives are not destroyed by our experiences; they are destroyed by our actions.”

-Me

Life Is A Popularity Contest

2006-09-26T23:39:00.000+05:30

To many, there are only two things which really matter popularity and its ensuing consequence, power. When people live such a one dimensional life it is easy to see that they mostly end up as losers in life. There is no way that one can achieve anything directly in life. It takes a mixture of faith, hope and hard work. They why is it that most people assume that popular people are the most likely to be successful?

I am basing this whole point on the assumption that popular people think they will be successful. What is popularity anyway? As a stranger to popularity I am completely unaware of this; however I am very aware of its affects. I guess, in many ways that it is knowledge and the false sense of security of having eternal friends which causes the ignorant bliss coming from such people. I believe, and may be true in thinking so, that everyone wants to be happy and an essential ingredient of happiness is security.

I am however, completely sure that this friendship is permanent, atleast until the popularity fades away. The human mind is extremely complex, and thus it is impossible to determine every possible reaction to popularity. It may seem unreasonable that I assume all popular people are stuck up snobs. This may not entail true, yet, in my experience I have seen no such thing.

In much the same way as a school, life too is a popularity contest. Those who are well liked and popular always seem to be at the forefront of getting good jobs, cars, wives and so on. As the dearth of being unpopular becomes apparent to us, even me, and so most of us wish for a better life. The popular life may seem better to most but this depends entirely on what your definition of a “better” life is.

To me, a better life doesn’t mean a better car or a wife. It comes from ones inner being. It is our decision to be good in spite of not being popular or well known. After all, at the time of death all these things are irrelevant. As the famous poem once stated, “Death is nothing but the leveler. At death, neither rich nor poor can be saved, only the virtuous.” A better life is a virtuous life. It doesn’t matter how popular one is or how famous one is. A true person’s memory always lives forever in the minds of those whom he has touched, and to us that should be all the consolation we need to live life, to fight our demons and to make this place a better one.

Invincible

2006-09-24T20:04:00.000+05:30

Within our minds there is always something running, like a power plant continuously churning out thoughts, on hate, friendship, science and so on. More so, everyone needs something or someone to generate those thoughts. They are not created out of thin air, we need catalysts and these come in the form of our experiences.

However, as is my usual habit, I tend to focus on the exceptions rather than the stereotype. How is it that someone, who has no real contact with any outsider, is able to write amazing things? My prime example would be of the poet John Milton. This man, even tough he was blind, captivated the imagination of millions by his simple yet thought provoking poems. How was it that he could see the truth even tough he was blind?

I do not know the answer to this but I am at liberty to speculate. I believe that our thoughts are not spontaneous emissions of our brain trying to churn out more information. Thoughts are more like the wind or air, which has to be felt. When I say thoughts, I refer to the ideas, which influence others to do something amazing. Writing an epic, being completely blind like Homer, the Greek poet IS truly amazing.

So then, my next question would be, can one attain invincibility through their thoughts? They say that people may die but ideas are bulletproof. Invincibility does not come through ones power; it comes through ones ideals, moral beliefs and the readiness to fight conviction. It is not necessary therefore, to search for an elixir of life or a fountain of youth. The answer to invincibility comes from within ourselves. All it takes is an idea.

So then, run to your room, lock yourself and search deep within yourself for an idea, and fill the void left by our politicians, the void of ideas. Fight for what you believe in and make sure that your ideas are protected because without them, you are nothing more than a shell.

"You can jail a revolutionary, but you cannot jail the revolution." — Bobby Seale

The Edge Of Reason

2006-09-21T20:33:00.001+05:30

Everyone has ideas, beliefs, quirks, hobbies and feelings and as such we all express these in the form of physical activities. Sometimes, we all feel like having an impulse buy, or just telling our neighbors to shut up while you are reading and awesome book. However, there are certain people who are willing to take this a bit too far. And so they stand on the edge of reason.

Among the billions of people in the world, about one fourth of then are infected with a physiological “disease” of obsession. It happens to all of us, the desire to keep ones room perfectly clean or like me, always have my books and magazines arranged in the order of its dimensions. However, the only thing which separates us from the people whom I take about is the fact that we have reasoning, we know if we are being obsessive. We prevent ourselves from doing such things. However, there are some who can’t.

I wish to talk about the kind of people who just are obsessive with their beliefs. I am one of them. I hold on to my beliefs religiously. Without them, I believe that life has no dimensions, it doesn’t exist. It may sound kind of super paranoid however, I still adhere to them. Hence, as a result I know exactly what to believe in, and thus bring some meaning to my life. My life has a purpose, to fulfill my dreams in the order that my beliefs are never shattered (the can be bent slightly).

I cannot even begin to imagine the life of a person who lacks the structure that I give my life. In many cases, I need to have well defined walls, not the flimsy ones which may give out on the slightest scrutiny. I am not at liberty to call these people names for not having the structure that I do, and I sincerely apologize to the people who I may have hurt because of this (I know you’re reading this). I have realized in the past month, that it’s not only me, who has a perceptive of life. We all do, and therein lies the beauty of life, it has multiple paths to the same destination.

I have not fully understood life, nor have I lived it at all, but I can say this with absolute certainty that life is diverse, especially in the matter of beliefs. Beliefs and ideals never die, because as long as they are created, there will be someone to follow them. I like my life rigid, in only the aspect of its deepest core, the portion which everyone should care about. We all look at life in a certain way, and so do I, without substance and ideals no one can live and thus it is necessary that we think over what we believe in, whether it be rigid or loose, its all a matter of choice.

“Beliefs are not created by people; people only embody them because beliefs are immortal”

-Me

SciTech Podcast Episode 3: Show Notes

2006-09-09T21:03:00.000+05:30

"Permanently Cheerful" Mice

Apple's New iMac

Dogs 'cheated' on famous intellegence test

Google developing eavesdropping software

Miscrosoft Sets Vista Pricing

Telephone Telepathy

Blood Transfusion May Aid In Stopping Bird Flu

Scientists See The First Supernova In Action

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The “Dot Syndrome”

2006-08-26T19:55:00.000+05:30

There are only two things which make us feel big, looking down on others or conquering a very tough problem about the universe. However, how big are we really?

The idea for this post came to me when I saw a dot on a huge completely white wall. It may seem kind of weird to get an idea from a mere dot but please be patient and let me explain. Anyway, while I was looking at this dot, I realized that for us, ants or bugs are small and insignificant so then to the universe or even at the level of the planets we are as small as microbes, bacterial and viral infections on the planet.

Well, not exactly diseases but you get the point. Its all about perspective, whenever we look at a rookie, someone new at anything we flaunt our superiority towards them. Our condescending attitude towards them may fuel our ego and make us look humungous but are we really that big.

Sometimes, all we need to do is take a step back. Look at the bigger picture, heck, even take a look at the whole canvas. There are some things which are way beyond anything we can imagine. People consider themselves as the epitaph of all knowledge but taking a step back, we are just about as important as the rock which you see on the street.

Thoughts like this really make me wonder that achieving fame for something important (not being an actor, actress or model) is something very big. Einstein is the very first and best example of this. A fragile man who lived like a peasant was able to imagine big and in the end, even the universe fell to his feet. He conquered the universe itself making his mark on the world. In much the same way, Gandhi, Abraham Lincoln, Nelson Mandela…the list goes on and on. These men have carved themselves a small niche in the world which even time can’t erase.

So, in the end, it isn’t about power, superiority or knowledge all that matters in the world is perspective. If you believe that being rich and famous and showing off your status as an entertainer is enough then perhaps you have achieved all. But remember, those who think big, will achieve big. So think big, empower yourself and gain the respect of the world. Free yourself from my “dot syndrome”.

The Body, Mind And Spirit

2006-08-25T21:00:00.000+05:30

“The Spirit is a fragile thing; it is easily broken but never far from repair”

- Kwame Nkrumah

The body is a carbon based life form. However, we humans, have a deeper meaning to the word life. We have evolved over millions of years and in this period we have also evolved consciousness. In this process, the concept of the mind and spirit has risen. The Red Indians are heavily dependent on the spirit as much as we Indians are.

The spirit is a very interesting thing. It cannot be studied but its existence can be felt. To me, it is the companion of the body, the “mechanical” part of the body. It can never be created and that is what separates the real people from android robots. It is the driving force behind us all. We live by it and can’t live without it.

But sometimes the spirit is easily broken. The entire life force, motivation to do the task ahead is broken. It may be an incident or a death of a loved one, but the emptiness never dies. Kwame Nkrumah, the first Kenyan president believes that the spirit can never remain broken. I partially agree with him however, I do say that the breaking of a spirit can ruin anything for a man forever.

I have never had such an experience and so I merely speculate about the mental situation but I can accurately guess the feeling of such a person. We are filled with difficulties everyday and mostly it comes in the wrong places. The things we like the most are made the worst by people looking to break your spirit. I know this very well. Sometimes it is not so easy to avoid such situations. But the thing to remember is that it is ultimately the end which counts.

No matter how many a** holes come in your way, no matter how many obstacles come in your way, tackle them all and one day when you are rich and famous you can throw that in their faces and laugh (laugh out loud, that is).

The Chameleon

2006-08-24T23:45:00.000+05:30

No, I am not talking about the Spiderman villain (however, he does have some relevance to this post). We meet people everyday, from the postman to the teachers at school or your boss at work. We talk, if we need to and that’s it, job done. And then, there are friends. These are the people who we don’t necessarily meet everyday but we still go out of our way to talk to them. Now, all of us have friends, one way or the other, some more than others (after all, the world is a popularity contest).

Imagine you are a complete loser in school (like me), you have barely any friends, and then, suddenly, one day someone comes up to you to talk to you. Excitement, happiness and relief, are the first three emotions passing through your head. However, in all that excitement logic is thrown out the window. I have seen this in real life as well some TV shows too (albeit not too accurate).

Once we achieve or gain something we want badly, we really don’t question its validity, origin or its motives. In the above case, the friend could be genuine by Occam’s razor but, I believe that, that is a rare case. Not many people, especially now-a-days are willing to make friends unnecessarily. Then it happens, one day, the knife in the back is plunged. All the fake walls come crashing down. After that, who is left to help you? No-one, why? Because you blew them off because you made better and new friends.

Those who realize this fact by this or any other post are truly insightful and might not get scammed very easily. However, the majorities don’t and so end up in the aforementioned situation. My question, on the other hand is why? Why can’t people be satisfied with the great friends they have? Then again, are we ever satisfied? Not many people are willing to take anyone back after such an insult but if you have a true friend then he/she will.

Very few genuine people are left in this world and the shady people ruin the image of the common man towards others. I too am a victim to such an incident, I never trust anyone I meet on the internet. It’s not a habit more than it is a means to protect myself. Peoples intentions are not always clear and so it is necessary not to jump the gun.

“Two things make the soul of a man whole, goodness and good friends” - Me

P.S. - Happy Us, This is our 100th Post. Yay.

All Is Forgiven

2006-08-23T23:22:00.000+05:30

Mistakes. The one part of the human genome which has eluded scientists for years. A part of our genome that is permanent. No manner of mutation can change that. Since the conception of us homo sapiens, mistakes have been common. However, no amount of time will allow us to live with our mistakes or anyone else's.

All it takes to spark off a fight, is a simple misunderstanding. Not even that, fights erupt just for the sake of fighting, but that's a topic for another day. Anyway, why is it that people feel it unnecessary for us to forgive others when we are full of mistakes? All is takes is a simple,"It's O.K.". That's it. Fight avoided, people happy and unbruised. But no, society doesn't work that way.

It is every man, woman and child's prerequisite that no one make mistakes and moreover, that they shouldn't deal with it. The world doesn't work the way we want to. Authority is mostly the reason most fist fights are avoided. Its not possible to fight with authority, no matter how wrong they may be. Not to get too overly religious, I believe that God has created us with mistakes to see how much, we can tolerate each other.

I do not ask everyone to forgive each other for all mistakes, nor do I ask everyone to avoid fights, all I ask is for a little tolerance. People in glass houses don't throw stones. We live to fight and fight to live. Maybe this cycle can be broken. Nah. That isn't possible. People just can't get along. World Peace will only remain a dream.

Propagate peace. Two words to live by. Peace, forgiveness, love. None of these are the unachievable by normal men. All it requires is a simple, You are forgiven to avoid a fight, death, plunder, war, suffering... So, whenever you are about to have another quarrel, just remember, you aren't any better. Now that's, what life is about.

Evils from the Past

2006-08-22T23:46:00.000+05:30

After now having a brief introduction of his past the young boy got up and said “Really, Am I the chosen one for the dragons.” His grand mother replied “Yes son, but what you must realize that time has changed now. Dragons remain in hiding, and there is one of them who serves your enemy.” “My enemy. Who is my enemy?”

In the darkness of the realm of lohane lies the dragon of evil. Slowly as he gets up, he is called upon by a dark image of evil. This evil was shrouded in the mystery of darkness. His voice was so cold no one was to be sure whether he was a man or devil. He said “Rise Lian. The child power grows. I can sense he now knows of his past. Now the time is upon us. To crush this boy and to lead our army to be the superior ruler of the worlds of both darkness and light.” The dragon rose up “Master, I can sense him. My scales are ready to spike him who dares call me his servant. I shall guide him to his death.”

The cold voice replied “Now it is not the time to show our self to him. Sent in the mercenaries and ask them to kill Shadow.

“My name is shadow” said the grandmother. For I am your eternal servant. A dark aura suddenly entered the room and the cloud surrounded her. “NOOO” she screamed. Nick asked what happened. They are coming for u master. The dark clans, cursed with hatred against the heir of bloodmaster. They are vicious men who lack love and fear. The only live to serve the will of their master. They want you dead and they will strike you were your armor is the weakest. In a sudden frantic speed she took some dust and few sticks of blood red color. “Put forth your hand” she said. She rubbed the dust at the end of the stick and burned them right on his palm. Nick shrieked in pain as his eyes lost vision. He realized now there was bunch of markings on his hand which almost disappeared.

It is the map to find the very basic of all dragon manna. “Dragon manna” she said “was the tomb of your dragon?” What do you mean the tomb of my dragon? It has been over 3 and half bloodrein era since they have had a master to control their fate. As a result they have entered a dormant sleeping stage were they await the coming of their leader. Take this and go to the east of the land. You must find your way with the help of another bloodmaster called Niaman. He will guide you.

Suddenly the glass window shatters. “Oh My GOD. They are here. Run Nichlos”. A dark shadow of men appeared out of the wall. Each of them had blood shot eyes and the voice of zombies. They were stinking like the rotten bodies of hell. They were covered in chains which binded and held they limbs together. “Where is the child, old woman” said the head shadow warrior. “That child is nothing to you, servants of dark clan traitor of bloodmaster”. “Don’t play us. We want the child and you know where he is?” No child lives here. Suddenly leaders hand changed into a sickle and he stuck it close to shadows neck. “Very well then, I guess you are of no use to us.” That moment they turned around and saw Nichlos in the backyard. “AHH, the smell of my forefathers is still fresh in him” “Men gut him up and take him to the chief”. At that moment shadow managed to free her of the sickle point and enchanted a spell of death speed. All in the room were subsided to speed of death. They were wailing and screaming. The chant enabled the caster to spike their enemies with silver platelets. One of the most deadly alchemists was shadow herself.

CHAPTER 3 - The Prince of Dragons

2006-08-21T23:40:00.000+05:30

Now Nick was at shock. What was he then? Was he a Bloodmaster? What was he supposed to do? How could he believe his grand mother?
All this questions had risen up in this child’s mind, which had blindly trusted his grandmother all his years. She was the one who nurtured him from his birth. Fed him, groomed him and fed him. Was this what he wanted?
His grandmother got up. She went to her drawer and pulled out a box with few ancient inscriptions written all over it. She opened it. A bright flash came out of the box. She pulled out a piece of paper. And she then she soaked her had in water and put her fingers in the light. It seemed as if she was connection beyond time. Her eyes were shining with same brightness of fear as they were before. Nick was so shocked by this act of magic. He wasn’t even sure whether it was magic. It looked like a combination of heaven with seas. Suddenly nick heard a voice coming out from his grandmother. She was no longer his grandmother. She was a bloodmaster now. Her robes shone with a dark red color. Her hair was as long down as he could grab a look at.
She took out a letter from the box and read out loud “The son of Rahim and Roul, the rulers of the bloodmaster, the origin of faith and the binding power of heaven would conceive a son. A son who would change the fate of man to it is ultimate course. This boy would lead the world from its state of disorder to a new and brand new awakening. He will be the ruler of the most mightiest yet the loyal of all creatures on land. DRAGONS”
She looked down up her mangy grandson. I am not your grandmother, which was more obvious now than ever to the frightened kid. I am a bloodmaster of the order of the chosen ones. You are our king, prince of Mahwe and the heir to god’s ultimate creation on earth. The Dragons.
Dragons of the bloodmasters. As she explained”Were the most loyal of all creation on the land. Loyalty to the heir was their supreme. It is said one who commands the dragon commands the five elements. AIR, EARTH, FIRE, WATER and TIME.” Nick was shocked. This made no sense to him. “But grandma” he said “how am I suppose to control these beasts. They don’t even exist anymore.” She instantly replied “No child, these are no beasts. These are your race. Their blood is your blood. You’re the one human they have chosen to guide them. They swore by their blood that will be at your side in war and peace.”
“BUT WHY ME?” asked the enraged young boy. ”I don’t want to go to war. I want to be at home and become a successful man in life.” His grandmother replied “It is not what manner of job you choose, success in only achieved when you have completed the call to your own blood” To that word of emotion coming from woman who he now knows is not his grandmother was clearly striking.

CHAPTER 2:

2006-08-20T08:35:00.000+05:30

THE REALIZATION
For few days, Nick had a doubt about his grand mother. How could his innocent grand mother be a witch? It sounded profane to him. Yet that day he remembered the sight of those frightful eyes. Those eyes had started to give him nightmares with disturbing thoughts. Yet he still continued to go to his grand mother’s house nonetheless. His grandmother had all knowledge of her grandson’s nightmares. She knew what was happening. One day she called upon Nick to bestow to him a horrible yet completely magnificent truth. Nick was no ordinary boy like the other friends. He was the bloodmaster. The bloodmaster explained his grand mother, were born once every thousand years. These bloodmasters were the messiah to the unforeseen destiny. Nick laughed at his grandmother’s antique thoughts. He said to her,” Grandmother, you completely lost your mind!” His contemptuous remark did not affect her grand mother. She stood up and opened the closet door to the back yard. She asked him to cut himself. He thought his grandmother had gone insane. Yet she forced him to do so. As the knife gently pierced through his hand, a drop of blue blood spilled on ground. It was shock. Blue Blood!, exclaimed the young child. He did not understand the meaning of such show. He had nothing to say. He looked up to his grandmother and asked him what it meant. Bloodmaster! , She explained was and ancient race of people. They dominated the land of earth before the advent of Moses. This so called race had forged ahead into the world of magic and dark arts to find a new meaning to power. Dragons were the most uncontrollable beasts of land and air was under the grasping influence of these masters. But the so success of the bloodmasters was threat to the world. Their growth in power had made them far more deadly than any nuclear device on earth. Their alchemy was the strongest in the world and considered the best. They were a threat indeed. They were wiped out in the middle ages due to the war between the empires of Rhouland and Mahwe. In this war the side of good had taken a toll on their population leading to the extinction of the race. Mahwe led by the darkness of unknown nature had completely destroyed the form of good on earth. It was with their onset that the world knew of demons and devils. They had created fear among the people of earth. Mahwe was the god forsaken race which had parted away from the good ways of light and endowed upon itself the dark ways of life. Money, pleasure and glory of body were all that these men cared about. Their army consisted of loyal soldiers which were all once the famed bloodmasters. Bloodmasters defeat did not end the battle for them yet. Determined to take revenge on their traitors the last council of bloodmaster had decided to use the unforgivable gift of time travel. This gift was the gift given to them god himself, yet he declared unto them it was never to be used for god hand over them would fade away. Every tribe of earth had a gift from god, except those who turned away from light were cast into darkness. Bloodmasters sent their only prince Son of Ahman, Nichlos to the time when humanity had finally caught up with their advancement, the 21st century. That story sounded far more serious to him than any other story that ever came out of his grandmothers’ sweet lips. Her look was the most serious to him in his whole teen age life. Then he asked her where this prince Nichlos was? She replied that he was in this very room. Really, where is he? His grandmother told him that it was you who was Nichlos. He expressed a shock of disbelief. ME! yes it was him. The so called mangy kid was the heir to the race which would have conquered the entire planet if it were not to the dastardly outcome of the Great Wars. What was so special about this hopeless daydreamer? We have to find out???

DEPTH OF DEVIL

2006-08-20T00:20:00.001+05:30

From this day on I am going to publish my online fantasy novel. As you have an idea of my fantasy love I will make these online novels as volumes.
CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING
It all began in a broken torn home far apart in the south eastern shores of India. People walked by it and looked down at it with contempt. They would know that this belonged to some old women dying in poverty. As it happened this old woman had a grand son. A weak, mangy kid named Nick who would dare come to her house to take care of his old grand mother. His condition made him an outcast to the boys living around him. But he used to love to dream. He would spend sleepless nights lying on the sea shores thinking of mystical creatures and how amazing life would be with them. His parents had forced him to study by sending him to school. The teacher would love to taunt him as he was incapable to study. Rather he would sit down by the side alone and think about how great it would feel to ride a dragon or a sea elf. His grand mother knew of her grand child’s fantasy. She would fill his mind with story of elves and knights who were chosen by these elves to fight in war against evil. Nick always thought good would triumph in the end. But in reality it was not so. Life seemed to demand more from a slacker like him. Having not being the ideal son to his parents they would always compare him to the studious boys of his colony. Alone with no sibling to share his pain with he would allow himself to be absorbed by his dreams. Little did this young hero know that his life would change for ever? One day as he was going to his grand mother’s house to enjoy some other untold story of heroic deeds he realized no one was at home. Every thing in the house was scattered here and there. He searched the house to find his grand mother on the ground in the back yard. He managed to hear few noises from the ambient surroundings calling him. He picked his grand mother up and saw a scar on her chin. It was mysterious scar by nature. It was glowing with a fading red light. His grand mother was burning hot and he could feel the warmth of her skin. He made her lie down on the bed and got her some water. He saw his grand mother mumbling few mumbled words. To his ears it seemed to be chants. He could feel the coldness of darkness in his grand mother’s house. It felt as if time had stopped and caught hold of him. The stench of corpse was the fragrance of a usually warm house. He was afraid. As he looked down on his grand mother her eyes turned white. Was she a witch? A question had risen in his mind. (cont)

What You Don’t Know

2006-08-19T23:07:00.000+05:30

Ignorance is truly bliss. What you don’t know can’t hurt you is how the saying goes. This often sounds bad on paper but it could be a really good thing. How many times have you found out that your children were sneaking out under your nose or your friends going out without inviting you? It sounds horrible only if find out.

Most may argue with me saying that the truth could avoid all this. This is true as long as doing something secretively hurts someone. However, as long as what you do doesn’t hurt anyone what difference does it make if you tell others or not. Think about the latter situation I posed in the previous paragraph. If the friend told his other friends that he was going out without them, it could create a big problem between you and your friends. Isn’t it easier just to avoid a big scene by doing this secretively?

Necessity is the mother of all inventions. Inventions lead to laziness which leads to short cuts. This is what “white” lying basically is. I may seem really bad now but think about it, how many times have you lied to someone to spare their feelings. I feel that lying is sometimes absolutely necessary. I hate being lied to but if I don’t find out what difference does it make. For all I know someone could be plotting my death but as long as I don’t know about it, I can sleep in peace.

So it all boils down to your opinion. Would you like someone to be frank to you or someone to spare your feelings? I prefer the latter. However, even I condone these actions sometimes when it gets to the point of planning to hurt someone’s feeling it is just plain mean. So as with all powers, use this one wisely too.

Success: Is It Just A Step Away?

2006-08-15T21:24:00.000+05:30

Success, this one word has the power to fill a man’s mind with dreams and incite some very “unparliamentarily” behavior. It has caused the downfall of civilizations and the destruction of mankind. However, I don’t speak of that success. I speak of success in a small, limited scale. Let me explain from the beginning.

The race for the best college, education and job, here in India is pretty crazy. People will do anything to reach their goal. I am no different but my real indifference comes in my attitude to attain success. Here, we have a system of taking tuition classes in order to reach the pinnacle of our Indian colleges. So, me and many of my friends take this tuition.

But I ask you, how far are you willing to go in order to reach this goal? Will you sacrifice your time, entertainment, sleep and even your relationships to reach this “goal”? Personally, I think that such “sacrifice” is pretty useless. Think about it, what good is college education, if you are insane. People have to realize that success always comes at a price and if that price is unreasonable, then is it worth it to follow up on this success.

Personally, such success is very important but unfortunately logically, I believe that to sacrifice so much is foolhardy. I may never reach my goal but if I did so much and failed, it would surely send me packing, straight to God. There is no such thing as a free lunch, and everything has a price. It is just up to us to decide if the end justifies the price. I am confused about my decision but all I know that if I try my best and dream everyday I will reach the goal I want, and after all, isn’t that what life is all about?

When Will We Learn ?

2006-08-11T21:20:00.000+05:30

I is so difficult to write this post without swearing but I will try my best. People, in one word, are the most annoying organisms to inhabit this planet. Aside from the constant, “I don’t give a damn about the planet and anything on it” attitude, they are much more worse than thought possible.

As a young optimistic boy, I was disillusioned by the thought of this planet being a huge “I heart you” sign. As I grew older I realized that this was not the case. And now, when I am at a fork in my life, I realized that it gets worse. There is no one out there, to cushion the blows of life, no one to guide me.

Orphans have it even worse, they were born without parents and so had to deal with this form birth. It may sound awful; however, they are the ones who grow up to be strong and more dependent. We, on the other hand, live under our parents who cushion the blows coming to us. We soon assume the world to be this way and then, one day, when the blindfolds come off, we realize that it is worse than we had expected.

There is nothing more difficult than to live and the cycle of interchanging horrible leaders add to the difficulty. I do, have a small, yet very useful solution to this. In my personal experience, just being plain ignorant is the best way to live life. Never mind all the evil, plague, deception and obstacles; just live life one day at a time and take it slowly.

It is not so easy for me to do because I cannot revert to a previous state of mind where I don’t understand what’s going on. I just hope that, at the end of my life, I can look back and say that I have done a good job and give myself a pat on the back.

Me And My Symmetrical Life

2006-08-07T20:18:00.000+05:30

I don’t know what it is about me but I always have to have things symmetrical in my life. To be more precise I always have to have everything in the correct place and order. This may be a common thing for most people but this is new to me. Not so long ago I was different, I never cared for such things, but as I said earlier, things change.

This kept me thinking, if things change so much, why is it always inconvenient? Why is it that change always keeps us much more unproductive than we should be. I like to see things change but being part of one is too much for me to bear. Now, I don’t want to repeat myself and so let me shoot right to the main topic.

They say entropy is the root of all disorder but then again does it really apply to us carbon based life-forms. In this three dimensional world, we all exist for one purpose, to destroy it. It may seem like jumping the gun but think about it. How much do we, not someone who you see littering but WE do?

I’ve heard the age old argument that, “We recycle, so why should I care about my environment anymore?” That said, people assume that they are no longer responsible for anything they do to the environment. I have experienced this first hand. Although, before I get clarifying comments, I am saying that we all become crazy environmentalists; however, I am saying that we keep vigilant against our own destruction to the environment.

A part of myself

2006-08-06T22:06:00.000+05:30

Now I am very straight forward person. I tell the truth as I hear it. But one thing about me which is very unique is that I always want to win. Be it a friendly or serious competition. I always want to be the best. I hate hearing no as answer. I hate when people disagree with me. I agree that I am not the very best in English or anything intellectual for that matter but I like to be. I would love to be far past my competitors. When my competitors (be it my friends or my enemies.) sit down and think how to defeat me I like to go on with my life with full throttle. I hate being stopped. I have an ego which I constantly try to embrace. But what I hate about my friends is their lack of energy with me. When I want to do something I just want to do it. I hate answering doubts or receiving suggestion. I like to be the leader of my pack (unfortunately I am not). But that doesn’t stop me from being who I am. I am looked upon as self centered by most of my friends because I don’t care for their thoughts. I can’t help myself. When I do something I rarely think how it affects others. In a way I am blunt. My life is not so perfect at all. I am only 5ft 4inch high and must be a midget in the U.S. I am constantly tormented because of this. I don’t even look that handsome. But I work my ass of to have a very strong body. Yet I feel that I am incomplete. I am spontaneous and crazy. But I am not the type any girl would fall for at first sight (surely they will run away due to my face). But I feel I am a nice guy. I really don’t like to sit down and hate someone because they are dumber than me. I always try to make an impression (and I always do) but it seems futile to me. I guess my will to be perfect is always turned down because of my height. Sometimes I feel being nice to others never pays off. My loyalty has led me through a very bad experience with love before. Most probably Mastercheif (the smart philosophical dude who also post on this blog) will get laid way before me. I find myself unique but no one around me seems to notice it. One of my friends hates me due to some reason even I don’t understand. Yet I still talk to him. But something about me sticks on to him. He feels I am some sort of bad omen or something. He never admits it to my face but I know he feels like that a lot. On the other hand there is other guy who is just plain annoying. Being with him drives me crazy at times. But at other times it is fun. He seems to come clean (even though he likes to make fun of my height more than Mastercheif. OR Mastercheif likes to make more fun of my height. I am not sure). Why do I stick with them even though they make fun of my physical shortcoming? I feel like they are brothers. I don’t think any one of them thinks like this. But I do. Having them especially Mastercheif is the single greatest thing happened to me. I might not express it at all due to my ego. But I like to think like that. Even though I never get thins right with them I hang out with them. There are like a part of myself which completes my body. I know I am not a very good friend at times. But I try to live up to them. Life without them would be so totally different. So I sign of for today with this blog wishing my friends a happy friendship day.

The World Is A Meanie

2006-08-04T23:13:00.000+05:30

Why is it that everyone always has to do whatever is good for them but not contribute to the greater good? I take pride in my greater command over the English language. No matter what you say to me, I will always believe that I am the best at speaking English. However, a few don’t share the same opinion which I will narrate through an anecdote.

So, the other day I was going up for the inter-school cultural tryouts. I was selected for dumb charades and for dramatics (to my utter amazement). So I thought why not go in for debate too (because of my excellence in English) and I did. However, there was no inter-school debate however; a comment from the student in charge of the selection startled me. He stated that I was incompetent in the subject. I was taken aback and gave him a peace of my mind. He was willing to take his friend in my place even tough I should be the clear choice. He got what came to him when I was recommended by the teacher to participate in the debate if there was one.

The whole point of the story is that no matter who a person is, there is always the chance you will be treated like sh** by them unless you have an “inn”. Now, you guys must be going, “This guy is such a naïve moron”. Well, in my defense this guy, (form the story) happened to be a nice guy. It was much more shocking for me to hear such words come from his mouth.

I always hoped for a world of equality but if inequality and favoritism is so deeply rooted within common things at such a basic level, how can we expect to see any growth? My father always told me that the world was this way but I honestly believed that all this was made up. So, I got my lesson. I can only hope that one day, when I am grumpy and old, I can look back at the world and say, “Finally, things have changed”. I hope that, one day, I can say this with a straight face.

...And I'm Back

2006-08-01T22:26:00.000+05:30

For those of you who are hoping to see this post as the other format please avert your eyes. I want to dedicate this entire post to explain my current situation as well as tell you all what I'm currently up to. So, let’s dive right in.

First off, I am really sorry for not posting for so long. My mid-term exams had taken place the previous week and hence I had to concentrate on that. Once that was over, when I received my grades, I realized that they were unsatisfactory and so I became depressed. Anyway, I am out of my depression now and am hoping to post regularly.

And now onto what I am currently up to. I am starting my own podcast with a friend. We decided to keep it focused on our favorite topics (actually my favorite) of science and technology. It will be a weekly news roundup with some unusual twists. You need to hear it to see what I mean. We just finished recording our pilot episode and I will finish editing it and posting it soon. I promise to provide the link once it is done.

I agree that this is no reason for me to falter from posting regularly but like always, life gets in the way. I hope to continue regularly from here on. Thanks to everyone who is reading this.

Fine Again

2006-07-14T19:46:00.000+05:30

Things change. This is the ultimate fact of life. Everything in the universe changes, there is no constant. Although, many science and mathematical freaks will tell me that there are constants in mathematics and science but this is not true. In order to fulfill the desires of the geek in me, I will split this post into two sections, the Science side and the Philosophical side.

The Science Side

As a matter of fact, the constants of nature are also changing. As for gravity, even on earth, it varies according to the distance from the centre of gravity of the earth. Even constants like the size of an electron and the distance between two protons change. Albeit, this may take millions of years and according to recent studies, this has happened. But now, I would like to go to the main point of this post.

The Philosophical Side

I was wondering recently, how my life has changed over the years. I have become more mature, my English has gotten better and so has my confidence. I have recognized many of my talent and now am ready to pursue them. However, it was not always this way. I was never street smart. Even now I can recall many incidents where I have gotten cheated by my own "friends".

Along with me, my friends have also grown up. There was once a time when I was inseparable with my best friend. Things change and just like that, so did my friends. I still remember telling my parents that if they wanted to find me, all they had to do was to locate my best friend.

As I learnt from the pilot episode of a show called "Joey", change can be a good thing. However, it can often be painful and hard to let go of something we have had for so long. I do not want my friend to follow me around all day and neither do I want to break my friendship with him. It is his decision to make and I will be happy either way.

Sometimes, even I can be a bit too naive. I know that things will always change yet, deep down in my heart, I hoped that they wouldn't. I am in my second last year of school and soon I will be boarded off to college. My parents always told me that even the best of friends lose contact after college. I believed that my friendship would be an exception but now I realized that this is the only constant of nature. We go in friends, but come out strangers.

Those of you who care to stay friends, I say please do. But those of you, who are destined to be apart, take it with pride.

The End Will Never Come

2006-07-11T22:46:00.000+05:30

They say that the end of the world will only come if there is equilibrium in the world. This corresponds to both the scientific as well as the social stratus of life. The main reason the world still exists is that it has a purpose, that purpose is to attain the perfect balance. I am not making this up but unfortunately I do not have any links to prove this.

Thing is, that, according to science, the Big Bang filled the entire universe with matter and so much heat that it took billions of years to cool. However, the hotter a body is, the faster it will cool. This is known as the Mpemba effect. As the universe cooled down, the cooling process became slower. Thus, we are left with the present universe where there are still great variations in temperature and thus the purpose of the universe is to attain perfect balance. It is only then, that this world will end.

Coming to the social aspect, we all know about the war and crimes that pillage our world. But then, why hasn't the world ended yet ? The answer lies in the widely popular Ying and Yang. According to me, as long there is a good (Ying), there will a bad (Yang). However, we perceive this world to be bad and dying because of what the media tells you to perceive. They show us only the bad and the good people have to struggle to get attention.

We live in a modern society, but with all the bad stuff going around in the world, children, our future have given up on virtues like honesty, integrity and strong belief that they can do anything they want (good things, obviously). Honestly, I was too like the generic teenager, but then I realized that if the world was really as bad as it sounded, then why didn't it end centuries ago ? I came to this conclusion and I am happy with the decision I made to keep on doing good, irrespective of how bad or good the world may become. I suggest you do the same.

The Guilty Passion

2006-07-04T17:48:00.000+05:30

Science, anyone who has read even one post of mine will know that science is my life. It is my passion, the reason I live. However, I feel that soon this passion, my life and everything in it will come to crashing halt. For those of you who don’t know, I am now in the eleventh grade. Let me tell you it’s horrible but I didn’t write this post to complain.

Fact is, that as we get older, we have less and less time to devote to our passions. Even so, I believe that, at the fundamental level, science is almost as useless as history or civics. In fact, even history can contribute to a country’s growth. Science is merely a guilty pleasure, something scientists divulge in, to fulfill their own curiosities.

Fundamentally, science is pretty useless. Who cares why the earth revolves around the sun ? Or why the concept of dark matter is useful (except that it sounds cool) ? In a modern society, science, especially physics and cosmology have no purpose. Soon, when politicians realize that it is indeed so, we will see the end of science as we know it.

Luckily, there are still the few, who are rich and will be able to invest in their own experiments but with the more and more complex experiments, even they too will shy away from such an extravagant expense. Most countries will dump the excess funds to economic research because lets face it that IS the right way to go.

For many science haters this is a blessing, but unfortunately, it will do more harm than good. Science is like an art. It needs to mature through the ages and only people with the right eye (or brain) can discern what it depicts. I hope that even if my chance for success in science is a failure, there still be an opportunity to carry the torch which has been passed down from the dawn of time.

Status Of Women In India

2006-07-04T00:19:00.000+05:30

Now this doesn't seem like a normal topic for me but after listening to all the crap said at my school, I wanted to set the record straight. So, let me begin with the crap said at my school. Apparently, my teacher believes that the women, in India are not being exploited and are, in fact, the stronger sex.

Truth is that, no matter what the religion, culture or country, the status of women is the same. They are treated like toys, one that can be played with and thrown away whenever one wants. Although, in countries like the U.S.A., the status is a bit better but it’s still not acceptable.

The main problem arises from the fact that, in the olden days, of the dark ages, women were treated very badly. Unfortunately, they did not revolt and it was a choice that women would have to bear for centuries. Whether you believe the Da Vinci Code and blame it on the church or you blame the society, point is that women were hopelessly trapped in a web of despair, laid down by men of the time.

Fast forward to the twenty-first century, about a thousand years later, women are just beginning to realize their full potential. Amazingly, this has taken a rather long time. Just an example how women were brainwashed into thinking that they belonged in the kitchen. Women experienced another lull during the time of Hitler, with his anti-women policies.

Now, in the year 2006, women are almost on top of the world. Although, many countries still do not have women Prime Ministers or Presidents, the conditions are much better for them. They enjoy as much as freedom as we do. However, since they still are a minority (esp. India) they are harassed by men in the workplace.

I believe that, as women come up in India, this problem of harassment too will slowly diminish. However, I feel that women may, yet again, see another lull in their freedom due to their (not all) sexists attitude. They have begun to do more and more vulgar/sex scenes and slowly, as this becomes a trend, women will fight themselves, in order to earn the reputation of a play toy or a true contributor to the welfare of the world. Let’s hope that the latter wins.

Superman returns

2006-07-02T07:20:00.000+05:30

Yesterday I had gone to the theatres to see superman returns with my friends. The movie was actually a birthday treat by one of my friends (this guy is the richest of us all, yet the cheapest. He is a show off type though and a jackass at times. Happens to have three cars, yet takes a cabbie). The movie was good, but not awesome. I mean what I would want from superman returns is this –
1. He should fly around the whole metropolis city.
2. He should kick some serious badass.
3. Lois Lane and Clark Kent chemistry should be revived on screen.
4. And actually explain why he was away for all this time.

This is what a fan would expect from the series. But I was disappointed to find out that the movie turn out to be a dram rather than action. The crappiest part of the movie has to be when the audience find out that superman has a son. I mean what were the script writers thinking introducing superman’s son like this. The new superman is a good superman but he is definitely not the same as Christopher Reeve. He was a man who deserved to be called superman. He had that spark which I guess not many (or any for that fact) posses. He was truly a SUPERMAN for the world. The most appealing character in the movie had to be Lex Luthor. Personally I think the actor for it was a real swell deal. He had kept the character alive and very much like the old times. To me today’s superman and the last century’s superman are definitely creating a difference. I guess the present generation (3 yr olds that is.) would like the movie lot more than the last ones. But then again they are an easy prey to like anything (dumbasses). The movie may do well at the box office, but I guess the truth is the only true superman would be no other than Christopher Reeve himself. The chemistry between Lois Lane and Superman seems lost. It is like it is stale meat. One of the most cherishing moments in the old superman would be the onscreen chemistry between these two vital characters. But it seems to be forgotten in the hype of big budget movie. One good thing about the movie would no doubt be its special effects. They were definitely jaw dropping (But few idiots behind me kept chatting on about bullshit I didn’t care about. Seriously some time I get so irritated that I feel like beating the shit out of them. Unfortunately they turned out to be a bunch of college going girls and maybe with their boyfriends). This movie is a mix and mash of everything. But if you’re a fan then nothing should stop you from seeing the movie. Go ahead. The movie will satisfy all your superman needs (Just make sure you don’t get seats next to jackasses). My blog rating for this movie out of 5 would be –3
See You Guys (and if any Gals)

No One To Trust

2006-07-01T00:32:00.000+05:30

You can easily find out who your true friends are when you look around you, during the hard times, that is, and see no one. This line is very clichéd but it still holds true even after so many years. I recently, meaning yesterday, had to give a small but very important speech in front of the whole school. It was important to me and I took it very seriously. Mind you, speaking in front of easily a hundred people is no easy task.

However, I completed the task, altough with a few slight hiccups here and there. But my main point is how my friends, who were making fun of me before my speech, reacted. It was nothing like I had ever seen. All of their faces were blank, their mouths dry and hatred (or jeaously) boiling inside them. Luckily my best friend, was not one of them.

It was at that moment that I realized, I have no real friends except one. I always used to have pride in the fact that I had a number of friends, but when I needed them the most only one showed up. I knew about one of my friends, he was prone to acting this way, but his gut reaction was astonishing. All he could say was bad about it.

Well, then again, you can't expect people to be good just because you are. The main point I am trying to make through this post is that, even tough you may think you have many friends, when the time comes no one will be there. So, it is safe to be with only one or two good friends while considering the rest as nothing but disposable, temporary friends.

My pointless life

2006-06-29T23:37:00.000+05:30

I am 17yrs old and I am teen (which is obvious). For me god hasn’t blessed me with a paranoid brain like my friend (For which I thank god sincerely).I am not your once in a millennium Einstein. I am just me. Who or what am me you ask? I am just a normal kid who loves to do crazy things in life (hyper active I guess).I take the backseat in classrooms and “hang out” with friends. I insult orthodox topics. This doesn’t imply that I am a complete nimrod in studies. I am average with a pinch of insanity. Now I don’t look at life with an Armageddon’s point of view. Take it easy. I and my friend differ in all our views (the only common things we share are insulting people, games and music). I have a complete different outlook in life. I guess it would be the common outlook. But even I have a personality which is not easy to find. My schoolmates (every single one of them is like a four year old drug taking retard) lead a boring, crappy and pointless life. Not like my life makes any sense but at least it has fun to liven things up. Now Mastercheif is going to give 11th grade welcoming speech on Friday IST. While I am going to sit at the back giving him my brain load of negative reinforcements you are going to understand the kind of confronted relationship we have. In simple terms he makes fun of me and I make fun of him (or most of the time he makes fun of me. I suck in my comebacks).
So I guess my friendship would like this in a comic- He is the super hero with great mind and other bogus stuff and I am the sidekick sexy, funny and appealing to women (dude I get the sidekick bike. Chicks dig people with bikes I think.).In the end if I would to choose my apocalypse I would go for retard virus taking over the democrats in the world (Already happening while you’re reading this blog) and he would go for some scientifically well to do destruction of humanity which would sound ubercool for a Paul walker movie.i don’t know why I am saying this but people think I am a monkey.
Signing off for today – Jackass (I meant sideclick_clicks)
One attains peace in whose mind all desires enter without creating any disturbance, as river waters enter the full ocean without creating a disturbance. One who desires material objects is never peaceful. –Bhagvad Gita

Prove Myself

2006-06-28T22:34:00.000+05:30

Realistically speaking, no matter what we do, it's almost always done in order to impress someone or the other. Be it ourselves or someone else, we strive to raise our impressions about ourselves to others. There still remains one question which I cannot explain is, why?

Why should anyone even care what others think of them? This may sound stupid coming from someone who strives to be the best, even in someone’s eyes. I try to raise the bar, when it comes to the best. I am no suck up, and in fact, I sometimes (OK mostly) find myself criticizing the teachers actions. Yet, I do not understand why I need to do this.

So, I decided to carry out an experiment during my tenth grade. I began to act like myself, without a care in the world about how I projected myself on others. Long story short, I was a complete pompous moron. I was mostly stuck up in myself and sometimes even endangered myself by mixing with the wrong group.

For me, this need to keep my impression up is the driving force for me to lead a sinless life (i.e. not swearing, fighting etc.). However, the same cannot be said for everyone. I was lucky enough to realize the folly of my ways and corrected it as soon as possible (albeit a bit too late).

For some, the meaning of “having a good impression” is to have a good name in order to exploit it later, when they got into trouble. Basically, they misuse the confidence someone had in them. I say this, not of speculation, but of experience because I know someone who did this to me. I do not speak of him much (except to insult him) and so his story will have to found somewhere else.

Ultimately, it boils down to motive. For someone like me, proving myself, without doing any hard, is essential if I want to keep myself safe. It’s not like I have no self control but by stressing myself to keep an impression, I keep myself busy from going to the “dark side”. To anyone, who believes this is relevant, please follow it, for your own sake.

Passion Of The Subject

2006-06-26T22:43:00.000+05:30

I love to go to school. This statement may be controversial in itself. But seriously, I really do love to go to school, recently. Let me explain. In India, there is a system whereby, on completion of the tenth grade students are allowed to choose their own subjects. So, my favorite subjects being Science and Maths, I took those.

So, nowadays I love to go to school because I only have to learn my favorite subjects, albeit with some lazy and useless teachers. In my opinion, the passion for the subject is more than enough for me to like it, irrespective of any teachers.

Sadly, I cannot say the same for my colleagues. One chat with me and I am bound to go to the principles of science or maths. However, many of the students in my class, even my friends, do not share the same enthusiasm with which I learn my subjects. This seemed really odd to me in the beginning. When you are given full freedom to study whatever you want, then why not be enthusiastic about it.

After days of pondering, the answer came to me. It doesn’t matter what subjects you take, what matters is how passionate you are about it. For some, it may not be studies but sports, TV, books etc. Although, I still do wonder how people like these will turn out. I am not as boring as I sound, because I also like to have fun but still, these “students” do not even care to learn more about what they are being taught.

Maybe, this is an outsider’s perspective, and I would surely like it if someone gave me their views on this matter, I will still consider these “students” to be failures. According to me, anyone who cannot be passionate about their future, their studies (especially when give a choice) and their academic record will just turn out to be a failure.

Help! The Robots Are Coming

2006-06-24T15:31:00.000+05:30

Its been over fifty years since the concept of robots doing all our stuff for us was conceived. Back then most people took A.I. for granted and assumed that as soon the hardware bugs were worked out we would have complete working machines. They couldn't be more wrong. Until the mid eighties the concept of the robot seemed impossible and was soon by the end of the millennium robots were being close to completed. Unfortunately the concept of A.I. was forgotten and what scientists ended up with was just scrap metal. Research followed and soon robots like Aibo and Asimo were developed.

Just this morning, I was watching the movie Robocop 3. The movie, altough being dull, kinda freaked me out. During the course of the movie, the cyborg Robocop, retains his memories and feels emotions. This may seem impossibe and truly the most amazing thing about the human body is its sheer complexity. But what if this complexity could be emulated ? Soon we could end up with metal cans having the same emotions as we have. At present, if such a thing were to happen, it would be amzing and truly celebrated.

Fast forward to the future. The "emotional" robot who is incharge of serving coffee at the local pub gets pissed off and murders his customers or the healing robot at the hospital begins to cry whenever he sees a patient die. For me, the concept of emotions should always stay with humans. It is what makes us humans. If it could be emulated, then so could the human brain, and soon we would be stuck with a Matrix-ish stiuation.

Maybe, I am just getting paranoid for nothing. Maybe, such technology is impossible. Come to think of it, since humans are flawed then surely its creations will be. This may not be necessary, because we already have seen how successive generations of technology get better and better. I am a true naturalist and believe the amazing human body, should belong sloely to humans and emulating it would the one of the biggest and worst crimes against nature.

Social Networking - Why Does It Work So Well ?

2006-06-22T19:21:00.000+05:30

By this time almost everyone has heard of social networking, we all know what is MySpace and Facebook and in case you don't, you can crawl back into the rock you live in. It has taken off at a great pace. But, one thing still bothers me, why has it taken off in the first place?

Think about it, no matter how much we like it to be, the internet is not a safe place by any means. At almost every corner, danger lurks. If its not stuff like viruses, trojans and worms, there are the creative few who learn to fraud by phishing and scamming. With the advent of broadband there's also the concept of launching DOS attacks to start extortion. Then why would anyone be willing to talk to someone they barely know.

In todays world, everything, from getting help to getting married, is done through the internet. Usually, I am not a hyper paranoid person but even I have paranoia sometimes. After reading articles about how hackers learn faster than the defenders, it can scare anyone. Just think about it, while you are reading this blog, thousands, even millions of people could be potentially trying to steal your social security number, credit card number etc., essentially, your identity.

To the novice, all this may seem a bit far fetched but to us veterans, its almost a daily battle. With our anti virus, firewalls, anti phishing programs, we try to protect ourselves from the very thing that social networking could potentially become, the hackers paradise.

Then again, people love to interact. The society is just as important as drinking water or eating. Many mental disorders are a direct consequence of loneliness. In spite of this how can we trust a person hidden by the montior. It could be anyone even a garbage man pretending to be Bill Gates (a slight exaggeration). What I point is that, under the mask of the internet, we could become anyone we want.

Personally, I believe social networking has a lot of potential but unfortunately, as always, all it requires to destroy it, is a couple of idiots who like to scam. For me, the concept of social networking works only in practice. Eventough I have a MySpace, I use it only rarely. You may call me backward, but if keeping myself safe is backwardness, then so be it. I am Master Cheif (see the paranoia again) and I am backward.

Democracy in India Never Works

2006-06-21T22:49:00.000+05:30

Sorry readers not for blogging yesterday. There is a big announcement. No, it is not what you think? Our government is not shutting us down. But for once it is doing something worth waiting for. Our School leaving certificate examination results have been declared. It is kind of awesome and it definitely worth the wait, because I studied my ass off for these exams. Even though they are termed school leaving examinations we still have to study in school for two more years. Now technically we are in high school. To the guys in U.S it must be their memorable years in their lives. Well that’s not the case back in India. Now we have to study literally like dogs. We will be writing our 12th STD examinations in two more years.

That examination determines where and how will you stand in the near future. Those exams are responsible for lives of countless children across the country. Some retards actually go ahead take their lives for just failing or maybe they didn’t get 95% but got 94%. Even for these examinations there have been three suicides in the state. The reason our country has smart intelligent prosperous engineers or doctors is because our education board sucks the life out of your living body. I mean it. Countless suicides take place every year. Amazingly our population level never goes down. We are always ready to recover from any loss in those matters. I hate to follow the system. But really nothing any one can do. You may strike (like few medical retards in our country). But it will not yield any results. You may get media publicity for 3- 4 days and then the supreme courts ban you from protesting. Awesome! Just like how we were meant to live. No freedom before independence, not much after it. I have been taught all my life that our freedom fighters had given their life for the youth of the country. Yet we don’t have an option. No one is allowed to drop out because your parents want you become an engineer or doctor. What ever fat paying job is out there is the main target for the greedy parents. They say they love their children. But all the crap they have to go through to reach that level is just plain horrible. To be free would mean that I can choose what I want. I never said I don’t want to know what is good or bad. But shoving down meaningless phrases down my throat is not going to do any good. I am talking for all the youth present in the country. They are all sick of this. They should be. Someone parents are getting divorced, some are fighting over dowry, some are not willing to live with their in laws. These people in India would have to be the foulest creation of devil. They get married and have kids. What do they accomplish? They make their children lives hell. It is all over the news. Hi-If life demands the people to forget all family ties. LIVE FREE, LIVE THE DREAM. What dream can they live? And if so they can only live it for a short time, because hell is not a dream, and that is where they are going to go.
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Depth Of View

2006-06-17T18:54:00.000+05:30

No, I am not talking about real vision. What I really mean to say, is that how many people, blinded by their own ignorance, do not realize what's going on around them. When I say this I don't refer to a single person but multiple people. There are many out there who have no idea about their rights. Whenever I read such a thing in my school books, I could never imagine what it would be like to be so ignorant.

I, however, did find out (albeit the hard way) what it is really like. I always wondered why village people or poor people cannot understand their rights and its use to the country. The problem is their enviornment. If anyone grows up in a slum-ish enviornment, he or she is sure to be brought up the wrong way. People don't want to open their minds to some alternative.

Sure, its eazy to be lazy and not care about anything at all, but it takes a real man to step up. I have seen several instances where people, who knew that they were doing the wrong thing, did not have the "guts" to step up. They refused to act justly, acting as if they were ignorant. That is just pure selfishness. This may seem typical to most people, but there are some people who take this a step further.

I know several (all of my friends) people who don't even know that by being ignorant espically in matters where people take things for granted (like financial matters), and do not realize that it is them who end up the losers. What may seem like a good idea, to be lazy, is not really so. In fact, even I, the whiner, have been tempted to be lazy but unfortunately I have a really piercing conscience.

My friends don't realize how imporant money is. To them it is simply a note, a piece of paper. They understand that its worth a lot, but cannot understand what it represents. I am not trying to act cheap, but to me, money represents all the hard work that my parents took to earn it. Every note, is like a piece of their life, the time they took to earn it is invaluable and they hard work they undertook is even more precious. Obviously, I do not condemm anyone who spends it, I just condemm the people who take too many liberties with it. Everthing has a price and those who do not understand that have already forsaken themselves.

So, all I want to explain is that whether people understand it or not, they should not crtisize any one who does the right thing or who demands for their rights.

Living: Should It Really Be So Tough ?

2006-06-17T00:01:00.000+05:30

Sixteen years, thats how long I have been living on this planet. It doesn't seem like quite a long time compared to most people, but in my breif experience all I have noticed is that stage after stage life seems to get harder and harder. Now as my title suggests, should life really be so tough ?

When I was small, during my naive nursery days, learning the spelling of numbers seemed to kill me (due to its toughness). Skip thirteen years, now I am in the eleventh grade and life seems to be like a living hell. If it isin't the studies, which often bury me in homework, its relationships (not girlfriends, I study in a boys only school). I have several friends, each with their own set of emotions and worst of all, each with their own egos.

Now, at the surface, dealing with all that seems like child's play, but all that is only in theory. Can anone even imagine the strees which children, espically in India feel because of their studies. Here, getting good grades is much more important than even life itself. I don't know why and I learn to live with it (because even I get good grades) but sometimes even I reach my limits of endurance. I come home, really tired and then I realize that I have live twenty piles of homework left. Then I get scolded by my parents for my low grades (if any).

What it all boils down to, is that, the government just wants us kids to never think for ourselves and just study. Maybe my biggest gripe is that I have to question everything. I don't know if this helps us but maybe the record suicides due to over stressed students should sound a wake up call to all the lazy dogs at the government. Unfortunately, I am not born to change the world (altough, I would love to), and so all I can do is whine and scream at this blog. It sure is a stress buster.

Is It Just Me ?

2006-06-15T22:49:00.000+05:30

Ever since I was a small boy I always wanted to be a scientist, altough at the time I didn't know about the various fields of science so well. The point I am trying to make is that, eventough I was ambitious (not in the purest sense of the word), I have many friends who have taken up their profession depending upon their marks.

This may seem like a good idea, in theory, only. In practicality it is an awful idea. Think about it. Being ambitious, I learnt about physics and science in general, from the age of five. This has given me a clear advantage over my competitors in my field. This knowledge is completely useless in India because here only the bookish knowledge is graded, not the true knowledge. What this means is that the student who can memorize the text books will get the highest marks. Maybe this is the reason for their coolness about the topic but their ignorance is astounding.

A single chat with me will reveal that I love to talk about science. As one of my previous blog postings will tell you, I already found out Einstein's Theory Of Relativity when I was twelve years old. I do not mean to show-off but I wish to give an example of the difference between me and my classmates. Now this does'nt mean that all Indian students are this way, but a major portion of them are this way. This does not concern me, but the only reason I hate this is because there is no one left in my friends circle who I can have an intellegent discussion with.

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2006-06-12T22:57:00.000+05:30

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The Irritations Of Daily Life

2006-06-12T20:23:00.000+05:30

Have you ever had one of those days when you felt like you wanted to beat the crap out of everyone, well, I did today. For some unknown reason, I am really agitated today. Maybe I got out of the wrong side of the bed, but I don’t know. This brings me to my main point, why the heck is life so irritating.

Its been like five minutes after I wake up when like everyone starts ringing my freakin bell. I get up fifty times when some or the other moron comes up to me to sell something. I really hate that (like everyone else). Then after fifteen minutes of telling him to go away, I finally lie down. Then it comes, like a huge brick to my face. I have to go to school.

It turned out that my school book were being given out on Saturday and since I was at Patna, I had to buy them today. So, I had to go. I went, only to find that there was a mile long line to reach the book stall. I waited (like I had a choice). Meanwhile, my patience was being tested to its absolute limits, because I kept meeting moron after moron asking me stupid question, like I’m a freakin’ office.

I finally reached the stall only to find that the rush casued the book guy to mix up my books and I had to wait another half an hour till he finally corrected the error and I could be on my way. Then came the worst thing ever. Traffic. I fought it for like an hour and when I finally reached home four hours later I was so tired that I slept and now I am typing this post to take my mind off it (lemme tell you, it doesn’t work, I am still pissed).

Sooo...Tired

2006-06-11T18:53:00.000+05:30

I recently returned from my trip to Patna, Bihar and am soooo tired. To give you guys some persepective on my journey, I travelled across the entire length of India in one day.

My day began by train. It left Patna station at 11 am, which, by the way, was late. It was supposed to leave at 6 am. It was good for me tough cause I got time to spend with my cousins. From there began my eight hour ride to Calcutta (or Kolkatta) because I was supposed to catch a plane from there.

Then came my next problem. The plane was to leave at 9:15 pm but I reached Calcutta at 7 pm. It was a long journey out of the city so we (my family) were very worried about reaching on time. We took a taxi out of the city. BIG MISTAKE. The crazy taxi sucked so bad. It seemed that the taxi was made in 1922 or something. It didn't have the strength to overtake even a single car. So, began our race against time.

It seemed bad for a long time, but in the end it turned all right. We reached late but so was the plane. We got on the plane by 9:45 pm and thus began our two hour flight to Chennai. We reached home by about 12 am. We were very hungry and so we had some dinner. I, however slept by 2:30 am because I was engrossed in the FIFA match between Argentina and Ivory Coast.

I then slept through the major portion of the day. I got up again at like 1:45 pm. From then I have been wasting time on roaming around. Thus was my summary of yesterday. I will post more about the wedding later because I can't find time to do it now. Promise

Life sucks

2006-06-04T00:10:00.001+05:30

Recently nothing much has been the order of day, back at home. Results for my (and Mastercheif) board exams are to be out this Monday. It is kind of tense moment with all the students of the same retarded level as mine trying to figure out why the failed. These examinations are meant to be the turning point of our life…

... This means, at least how are cuckoo teachers put it “from this day no more TV, no more computer and no more life” that would mean study hard or get lost. Now would be the moment of most of students (or retards) in my school that would drastically change and take to the extremes. I meant it guys. My associates (as it would disgrace me and humanity to call them my friends) will act like study steroid taking freaks of nature. They go around showing off how they have stopped watching TV and have developed new interests. They will show off in class how they study on average 35 hrs per week. These guys who tend to get high ranking marks can’t even speak English properly. It feels like that these nimrods lack all mental ability to speak and converse in error-free English. They understand clauses, tenses and all the things to be known in English. Yet they can’t recite few lines from the book as if though they were dyslexic morons who have accidentally joined school instead of an asylum. Their English no doubt is pathetic. Knowing so they tend do nothing. The most bizarre thing to know would be that our own teachers (most of them) who actually teach English in middle school are so bad at it (after taking a so called degree. Lying jackasses) that all they are able to say “ahey you boy, finish your work or you will go to principal’. It is not that I come from a crappy school (my school is a renowned school in the city. Not for drug abuse, but mysteriously for education). Sometimes I just feel like killing myself (after I have stabbed the ignoramus teacher a couple of million times). The amazing part is most of our associates walk around with a sense of fake pride that they come from the best school in the city. From what I think they should be ashamed of the disability of speaking English but scoring 85% in school exams. Just wanted all you readers to know, the crap that we all have to go through at school. It is like a jungle out there with these monkeys climbing on our backs and pulling out our hair and it’s our survival instincts which enable us to pull them off our backs, throw and bury them in a dirt hole.
And guys who read this blog go ahead and comment.

If you think you’re an ugly person remember that you’re a good looking chimpanzee – Maj. Physchomear

Gaming excuse in India

2006-06-03T00:10:00.000+05:30

Recently because of the code controversy many things have happened. Now all the readers would expect a full analytical report on the situation. Sorry guys you better look somewhere else cause…
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…this definitely not my style of doing things. Now away from all that, many people are waiting for the ps3. Now that is something every one would want to buy. But is really worth the big bucks you pay. Just because it is a costlier system or comes from Sony, it doesn’t necessarily mean it has to be the greatest. These are the guys who gave us the ps2. Ok like whatever. That was the ps2. This is a whole new expensive generation of gaming. First of all $599 or $499 is a very big price tag for us Indians. Now why would people out side India care about us. Apparently the gaming Market in India has not being doing, wait a second we don’t have a gaming market. Ok first off. Why the hell do we not have a gaming market? And second off, some fat paying company out there should be supporting us. Gaming is India is a horrible scene. People sit and play mobile games whole day like shitless losers (for whom I have branded the name “Social Losers”) calling themselves that highly famed name ‘Gamer’. These guys are freakin excuse to not only that came but to all pathetic life form out there on this planet. Being glued to a mobile does not make you a gamer. Many of the other games played back here are of course the usual counter strike, unreal tournament, war based strategy games (which I must add I think are absolutely frustrating when you lose without any hope. See me play and you will literally laugh your ass out) and the other LAN games out there. Some people still play dangerous dave. In Chennai, Reliance industries are providing us all these great games. They are actually a cold stone rip off which steals money from the customer. People are generally upset (smart ones are), because Mumbai gets all the good loot. People who play games back there are very bad at them and speak pathetic English (add to that, Chennai reliance is a crappy place where the mouse and the keyboard are dirty after the last customer used it, plain DISGUSTING). Chennai has limitless potential (speaking just like a business man) but the major problem back in India is that they say you have freedom but you really can’t use it. People those who don’t anything about that tend to get pushed around and those who know (like my counterpart Mastercheif) tend to overuse and abuse someone (mostly that happens to be me, damn you Mastercheif). I will keep you updated on more pathetic things happening back in our country (there are going to be a lot more blog now with this new topic) keep reading this page (which happens to be not pathetic but filled with ads).

Declare war and achieve victory in mind- General Aung San

The Memoirs Of An Indian Wedding - Beta

2006-06-02T19:21:00.000+05:30

So, finally the time has come. No, I'm not about to die (sorry Sidekick Click) but instead I am going to go to my cousins' wedding. She lives in Patna, Bihar and so the wedding will take place there. I really like this cousin but am no fan of weddings (in fact, I find them very boring). Since my blog is targeted towards the whole world, I am planning to keep you all updated or atleast try to describe what an Indian wedding is like.

I was planning this to be a daily update but unfortunately it turned out that I will be unable to connect to the internet during my visit. I will, however try to post as often as I can but cannot promise anything. So, anyway I will publish my entire stay (spanning nine days) on a single day. I will divide it into each day of my stay, to avoid any confusion. Hence, I am taking along with me, my diary and will write down anything I see and also take lots of pictures (maybe not of the wedding). I will also try to describe the customs involved. However, I would also like to warn that this may not turn out as I have planned but rest assure that it will be a post on Sunday, June 11th.

Till then, I bid you all farewell and am handing over the blog to my trusty sidekick. I hope he can refrain himself from posting about crappy and boring stuff. Well, I'm off. Bye.

The Big controversy

2006-06-01T23:45:00.000+05:30

Word up people. Sorry I have been out of service for a pretty long time. Now I am back again. This time I hopefully wish to stay a little longer maybe very long time. The DA VINCI CODE movie. The hyper controversial movie of this year. Let us see. People have boycotted the books (These people happen to be Christians), they have appealed to the supreme court of India on a possible ban of the book and some more things which I really didn’t care to know. My friend so happily illustrated his point of view of the book and actually awaits the movie. But what he has to consider that he does not care about religion. That is definitely not the case with guys back in Rome. They believe in something and they don’t want it to be ridiculed. I think that is fair enough. But yes they have taken to the extremes. Boycotting the books, strikes and all this crap out there is just plain unnecessary. What they could do is just not go and watch the movie. The authors have freedom of expression. This blog is violation of some godforsaken act made by few britishers does not mean I am going to stop blogging. They can’t stop me from doing so either. Hell if I care. The movie being not released in Chennai is a big bummer. But is not like I want to go out there kill every orthodox Christians screaming,” YOU STINKING PEOPLE! THANKS TO YOU I CAN’T WATCH THE MOVIE. JERKS”. For me I was not totally excited. Ok a movie is coming up soon. It got a nice story. If it does well and it is a famous one I’ll go watch it. Now X-men beat the movie. So I was kind of disappointed, being such hyped movie. So I decided to wait for the DVD edition.
You see I don’t feel the urge to watch the movie right now. I am Christian I am cool with the story. I didn’t go out there striking. I liked the story. Hell Ya I am going to buy the DVD as well. All I want to say to all generations of people who are reading this blog (MY first serious issue. My other ones are funny and I like it that way) don’t give a crap. Don’t boycott the book. Don’t hate sentimental Christians. Don’t pick on your friends (hell as if any one is going to listen). And last but not the least live life freely. Religion is all about life. It actually speaks of freedom of one. Let us try to do that for a change. Otherwise you my friend can go kill a Christian or boycott the damn book, I really don’t care. But do spare me. I am too sexy to die.

I am psycho because I believe in a united world – I just made it up. Cool eh.

The Photographer

2006-06-01T17:51:00.001+05:30

So, as my pictures already tell you, I have started to take them (pretty obvious). Altough, until very recently, I had no interest in taking pictures whatsoever but then after reading a blog about a photogropher I felt suddenly urged to take pictures. I then realized that taking photos is not as superficial as it seems. A true photogropher will do whatever it takes to get that perfect picture. It seems simple at first, and take it from first hand experience that is really difficult. A real and good picture does not need any caption nor any explanation. It should be self explanatory. There are some awsome pictures in the web out there. A picture may be a way to express oneself but it can also be a time machine.

Altough this may sound stupid at first, think about it, a single photo can virtually stop time. It freezes the action forever. No other form can do that. Its so amazing to see some truly inspiring photos. Altough paintings also come into this category, they have a sense of style in their own. Nothing can beat a trip to the Lourve in Paris to check out the Mona Lisa. Many of its secrets may be unlocked by now but it still never hurts to check it out. I was hoping that my pictures would be self explantory but I will post their true meaning by my next post. Anyway, till then, keep guessing.

Stick It To The Man

2006-06-01T12:16:00.000+05:30

Here in India, where I live, the movie, Da Vinci Code recently had a lot on controversy and now has been officially banned in my hometown of Chennai. First and foremost, this sucks. I loved the book and because of some over religious, orthodox Christians, I am unable to watch the movie. Now, there is one thing which I can't wrap my mind around, why is it that only one side of the story is heard ? I, do not in any way want to offend people of various religions but people, come on ! I have seen several movies which go against peoples belifs, but I believe, that the Da Vinci Code, is an exception because it attacks the religion directly.

I do not understand why people cannot have an open mind about these things. I am not a heavily religious person and hence do not care if anyone says anything about my religion. It doesn't affect me in any way. So, why can't people have the same attitude. Live and let live, I always say. I appreciate the concern, that parents do not want their kids to go loco but atleast let the deserving people watch the movie. Others should not and cannot govern the movies which I see or the books which I read. It is upto the parents to be responsible for their childrens' behaviour. My only hope is that this form of governing ones freedom does not catch on as another way to prevent me from seeing or reading something I want to.

Long Time, No See

2006-06-01T00:32:00.000+05:30

Man, has this been a long week, for one, I recently joined a coaching school, and hence I was absent from my blogging duties but now I am back. I just started my own MySpace account and anyone interested can add me at www.myspace.com/thebulb. Anyways, I also recently realized that I have been a fool and that we don't actually have a real topic to focus on. So I decided to make this my personal space, where I can begin on rants about anything I want. It may not seem interesting, but who cares. This is MY blog. Altough the concept of blogging is qutie new, it doesn't stop people from trying something new, like me. Personally, I love blogs because they are a creative outpost, where anyone can post about almost anything. Unfortunately, many companies do not appreciate this freedom of speech and several times people are removed from jobs, schools, colleges etc. because of expressing themselves. This is absolute crap but too bad no one has the time or the energy to fight "The Man". We begin this new day and age with more constranits then the Victorian Age. I guess, it never changes. People hate to be critisized, even if it is constructive. I only know too well how it feels like to be crtitsized. God too also has an ironic humor about Him, because I know that he punishes people by making them the very thing they despise. I hope that God has some mercy on this blogger.

Record-breaking laser is hot stuff

2006-05-17T22:53:00.000+05:30

The record for the fastest rise in temperature has just been topped. This is officially one of the most coolest news stories ever. People who have always wondered if they could blow a hole right through a wall will now be able to do it. Now, if only I could get one of these lasers and use it on Sidekick Click

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'Star quakes' shed light on the life cycle of stars

2006-05-17T22:50:00.000+05:30

Star vibrations have allowed scientists to make the first direct measurement of a star's age. And they've opened the door to stellar laboratories that will help us understand more about processes that are difficult to study on Earth.

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Adult film industry is way ahead of Hollywood on tech curve, again.

2006-05-17T22:49:00.000+05:30

It's another first for adult film companies that pioneered the home video market and rushed to the Internet when Hollywood studios still saw it as a threat. Direct download to DVD starting Monday.

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The Necessity Of Net Neutrality

2006-05-12T19:02:00.000+05:30

For those of you who have been living under a rock for the past six months, there has been a concept going around (in the USA) by companies like AT&T Belll that web servers who pay more money will be given higher bandwidth so that the page loads faster while those who do not pay will have to wait a lot in order to access a web site. This idea is completely proposterous because the whole concept of the Internet is to have a free sharing of information. If someone has to pay money to access anything, quicker than what is the point of going on the Net at all. We will become slaves to the companies, which, I say is more or less like extortion (not in the true sense of the word). There are several small and poor people who manage to write blogs like mine to show the world, the conditions of their lives, share new ideas, develop theories and so on. All this would be shattered in an instant, because lets face it, no one wants to wait for thirty minutes just to look up something (unless you have lots of free time). I am a big supporter for Net Neurality and I hope that those in power can also realize its importance.

False Positives - "Gamers"

2006-05-11T19:47:00.000+05:30

Almost all of us, atleast once have played a game be it a console, pc or even a simple arcade game. So then we all can call ourselves gamers. I completely disagree. It's like saying that just because I cut my skin I am a surgeon or just because I sang a song I am a singer (adjective meaning). I know several losers who call themselves "gamers" eventough they do not even have the caliber to finish a single game. Once upon a time, the term gamer was quite special but now with even the casual player who has played a game like solitare calls himself a gamer. I don't want to dis anyone but these people have to realize that the term gamer does'nt mean playing like some third grade loser but to do it for atleast two hours a day or even to finish a worthwihile game. That is my plea.

E3 Fever

2006-05-06T19:54:00.000+05:30

E3 or Electronic Entertainment Expo is the worlds largerst gathering of gaming related stuff. So like every year this year also expects a ton of game announcements. The thing which seperates this E3 from every other one is te fact that the three giants have decided to go at each other at the same time ( a feat that happened the last time between the Sega Saturn and N64). Anyways here are some of my predictions for this years E3.

1. The price point of the PS3 WILL NOT be more than $399 otherwise they will risk losing A LOT of potential consumers.

2. The Wii games will bring in a new era of awsome interactive gaming

3. Microsoft will most probably show an awsome trailer for Halo 3

4. Sony will finally show their online plan

5. Sony will also try to create a new killer app for the PS3

These are my predictions for this years E3. They may seem obvious but who cares, this is MY blog.

The Mobile Frenzy

2006-05-05T23:51:00.000+05:30

At home, here in India, everyone and I really mean everyone has mobile phone fever. There are about forty new cell phones introduced every year in India and there are always those morons who go out and buy every frickin' phone available in the market. The best part is that they claim to know everything about it, just because they have had every phone ever made. Truth is, most of them barely know what most of the features are used for and they keep a single phone for barely any time to familiarise with any one. Altough this is a good way to show one's status, it also refects upon one's stupidity and why the heck anyone would waste so much money on one thing. Whatever. There will continue to be more and more morons like them so as long as there are rich parents with spoilt (or extremely stupid) children. In any case I do hope that this disease does not claim another victim.

Mac's - What's The Big Deal

2006-05-04T20:44:00.000+05:30

Nowadays, due to the recent news about the Boot Camp and Intel Macs news floating around, everyone wants to get a Mac. Now the one thing which I can't wrap my mind around is the fact is that, whats the big deal ? I mean people (like me) who have used Windows all their lives can't seriously think about swithcing because we have gotten used to the interface of Windows and also there is a huge leap from Windows to a Mac. The cost of the machines notwithstanding, there are also several reasons not to "convert". Altough Macs have had a low virus count (due to the small market share), the recent craziness to switch over to the Mac will make Macs as venurable as Windows. Macs were also built on the UNIX engine with the main purpose of DTP and Video editing. People should'nt be fooled by the coolness of the case of the laptop because those are just superficial. Altough I must agree that it may sound tempting to swtich over to Mac, the reprecussions are too much and hence I will (most probably) stay a true blue Windows user.

Summer In Chennai

2006-05-03T12:15:00.000+05:30

Chennai capital of Tamil Nadu, residence of internationally famous blogger, ME. Anyway, as for Chennai, the summers here are horrible. Now I know that there are places hotter than Chennai, but currently the temperature is about 42-43 degrees Celsius during the month of May. It is a struggle for everyone here and so also it is for the earth. Now, really hot summers means more juices, more A/C’s, more water etc. All these things get exploited a lot, which is a bad thing. People don’t realize how much harm is being done to our earth. I am not against turning on the A/C once in a while but like using it all day in stores and malls is against my beliefs. I also hate summers, but there must be a better alternative. Unfortunately for me, living in India, I really don’t have a voice because over here people are more worried about politics, poverty, unemployment etc and all these things are always divided into grades. For us, and notice the use of US, any problem like the degradation of the earth means that it will be taken care of later. It is a sad place and also a very sad mentality. All that I can hope for is that God take care of the people first and then he can help us out for other problems. All I hope for is that one day we can all think of problems with the same seriousness as we do with others.

Phantom Of The Opera

2006-05-01T14:50:00.000+05:30

I don't know this for sure and surley Opera has not paid me to do this but for some odd reason or the other more and more people are turning to Firefox for their web browser. Personally I hate the stupid plug-ins for Firefox. A true browser should have all those features already enabled in it, out of the box. So the best alternative is Opera. It is awsome and I have been using it for the past eight years, from version 3 (its now version 8). It is the best browser I have ever used. It is very fast because of its own independent web page rendering engine. It was, however, paid at first but now its free, a perfect reason to download it. It is only about 8-9 Mb and has all the features of Firefox and IE combined. I would highly recommend it to anyone devoted to the internet (like I am).

You can get it free at http://www.opera.com

Hiatus From The Story

2006-05-01T14:47:00.000+05:30

Altough I hate to do it, I have writers block and now I have run out of ideas for my story. I will get back as soon as I can but until then all my posts' will be about whatever I care about. My partner in crime, Sidekick Click already mentioned to you about our break during our exams and so we or atleast I will try to be more regular on my posts. Thats all folks.

Guess this is what life is

2006-04-19T23:12:00.000+05:30

It has been two weeks since our holidays started and I am totally bored back here. Except the crappy lies of politicians there is nothing to watch on TV these days. I think I might be taken aback by all these lies these retards can come up with. Fortunately for me I have my computer to keep me going through my life. Tomorrow is the day we have our ‘special interview’ by our principal.
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. It is probably another trick to get us students to come with our parents (as if they have no other job) and listen to that retard speak and at same time telling us how me have to bribe the school in the name of donations. Our school which is known for its great kick ass standards in the school had the crappiest crop of students in 1oth grade last year. People believe it or not we had a not one but three boys who actually flunked in math (dude a three year old retard with improper sex organ development can not fail in math). Seriously these kids are completely hopeless in their lives. GEE lucky them. They got enough cash to bribe… um I meant donate to the school. These boys/girls/god knows what else are either complete perverts or complete retards. Actually they are both (what can you say? The best of both worlds!). Now I can understand a boy who is mentally incapable of studying. But dude this guy (whose name I would not disclose to keep the dignity of this blog. Who knows? Mentioning his name might flag us. He has lots of um… anti-social parties against him) has somehow managed to pass through 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th. He fails all the monthly tests (each monthly test accounts for 5% for passing) and god knows what he does to pass in the annual exam. I have a feeling that maybe his tooth fairy helps him out during the annual exam. By the way reading his answer paper is a complete treat to the brain. It is better than watching The Simpsons. With all the broken English and out of context answers many people (including his parents) have actually considered sending him to mental asylum. The matter is still under consideration by the board of retards (in India we have a board for everything. Including one to help people in the government agencies to sort out their bribes. Aren’t our politicians really taking us to a bright tomorrow?) Talking to this cretin (by all means he has to be one) I have realized that he has no brain cells or whatsoever to keep him alive. I even doubt that he can to the bathroom in the morning. He might forget what to do while he is sitting on the bathroom seat. Now I wouldn’t really blame god for making him like what he is. It is completely his parents fault. Those irresponsible retards weren’t smart enough to actually send him to some kind of psychiatrist. If he could have taken care of the freakin problem at an early age he might have some how balanced his totally screwed up life. But since he didn’t I guess we all have to make room for another retard to live among us. I think he might a bright future in politics. Hey all you need to be politician in India is to be a retard or have a criminal record. Having both the qualities is actually a bonus back here.
We should not mourn for the people who have died in war. But praise those who have survived it. – Sarge. Micromole

Screw Harry

2006-04-18T23:44:00.000+05:30

Our holidays start and I have absolutely nothing to do except look outside the freakin window if I can catch a glimpse of Santa clause whipping his bucks. So this is the time my friends decide to force me to buy Harry potter. They are all like,”Hey buy Harry potter man it is like the best and the only book to buy out there.” They are like some pathetic lackey of J.K. Rowling’s some creation to get her off the freakin street and make her rich enough to show off in front of the queen herself
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The movies aren’t exactly a big block buster either. Harry Potter in the freakin movie has no emotions or whatsoever. When some body punches him in the face or he is constipating or when he is happy he reacts the same way. A three year old retarded cretin without kidneys could act way better than this screw up. By the way has any one seen the simple yet elegant J.K. Rowling who used to barely have food to live. NOW she looks like a freakin model. Dude she really screwed up the franchise. Every where I look in my school some pathetic loser always talks about the Harry Potter books. Dude in this book this guy dies, in that book some jackass comes back to life and in this book he washes his bum for the first time. This Harry Potter craze is just retarded. I barely even care to know what the hell it is. I have seen the movies and amazingly I was not shocked that retard Voldemort, seriously he should get a better hair cut. Being bald if he is planning for domination of the world of retards, witches and few other AIDS affected organisms sure GO ahead. Hell as if I care. By the way if any one of the Harry potter are reading this please don’t go all phsyo over this blog. It is just a freakin point of view you retard. One of my close acquaintances(can’t really call him a friend coz he is one pride loving, moody, brainless, rich shit bag whom I don’t at all like) started reading the books after seeing the movies. I think he started after he saw the trailer of Harry Potter on his P.C. Now he is a complete retard. All he discusses with Mastercheif is dude what happens in this part, what happened in that scene and goes on talking like a how a cow keeps eating grass except that this one keeps crappin over the whole place with Harry Potter ideas and shit. He likes to recite all the spells from the Harry potter book. Man whenever he says those spells it makes him sound like a gay loser with no brain power to realize that Harry Potter is a book not his wife. He likes to look at Harry Potter as if though it were a God. I think he might get up every morning after having wet dreams of Harry potter and decide to come to school hugging his collection of Harry Potter books which will not be in proper condition as his cousin might have had a piece out of them. Seriously his cousin consumes everything. I MEAN IT. That retard stole a magazine from Mastercheif. When Mastercheif got his copy back it had holes in them with saliva dripping from the sides and teeth marks all over the pages. Some pages were even missing. I guess Mastercheif didn’t care to ask them back since they were all in his cousin’s stomach. Any how that all for today folks.

When you sleep with your enemy keep your left eye open and your right closed.- Sir. Johan

Oh My God. Not me again!

2006-04-18T00:23:00.000+05:30

Hey wassup everybody men, women, aliens, my dog and everybody else who reads this blog it is good to be back. My crappy exams got over. Sweet now I can dance butt naked on the floor consuming steroids at the same time. This is AWESOME. Now my birthday just flew by. Just in case all you ladies were wondering when it was the date would be 12th of April. As you all can see by reading all my previous blog’s that I am a lunatic with brains (Scientists are still trying to find out if that’s true). My exams were a freakin breeze they flew just like the fart out of my ….ahh I think you already know from where it comes out.
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Back in my country we are coming close to election again (crap lying jackasses are coming back). One party is offering reduction in cost of food, clothing, and mental asylums (for the ones like me. This rules). By the way for all you angry fans (as if we have any) I would like to announce the re starting of our totally hopeless blog so this rules. By the way if you have any doubts about how I come up with all the crap to write in here please I would guide you to read “How to become a retard in less than three days” by Sir Colin Donglebell. I am just soooooooooooooooooo happy that our bloody examinations are over. I just feel like stripping my clothes and run bum naked on the high way and of course kick the nuts of my science teacher (coz I never have to see his ugly face again. At least not until the damn school opens). Don’t think that I study in some third grade school in a village in some corner of the country. I study in one of the best(that is what given on the pamphlets they gave on the last day of school) in one of 4 or may 5 metro cities of this country. Obviously we get here everything the last but hey it is better than a non metro city (hell if you don’t understand don’t ask me. You think I know what I am writing). Now since life is sweet again, politicians are going to start lying again, my dog is going to bite me in ass again and of course Bush is going to get a hair cut to update his style. I vote for devil spikes. See you tomorrow if anyone is coming here. And I would thank Martha spencer to be the only human who has some how managed to read whatever I just wrote coz I don’t know what I write neither does God. GG men.

Always look both sides before you cross the road. My cousin got hit by a truck that’s why. – A not so humble blogger with a pinch of retardness

Where Have The Good Men Gone?

2006-03-23T19:35:00.000+05:30

So there he stood, all by himself wondering how to shake off all this pain. It was like someone had stabbed him a million times and left him to die, but then again she wasn't really his girlfriend, even after all he did for her. So what, she betrayed him and that was it. He was always a sucker for this emotional crap and so agian he fell for it. He knew that this should'nt affect his performance because his boss was already angry at him for not completing his assingment. Five days later he was fired. It had got to him, he decided to leave the city for a few days to cool down. He decided to go to his best friends house. Altough he hadn't seen his friend Nick in quite a few years, they knew each other very well. Nick was an immigrant from India and was one of the actors in a T.V. soap opera. He reached the front door, not knowing how Nick looked anymore. The door opened and there came out this gigantic man. He had huge muscled and as he flexed them, all his veins could be seen. Yup, this was the same Nick he had made friends with. He was different in his external appearence but the inside he never changed.

Indian monkey on RAGE

2006-03-08T00:18:00.000+05:30

People of all ages and sex I am back (for better or worse that’s a totally different matter). Guy I wanted to warn that if our blog suddenly is being stopped updated then please people don’t think we both are getting laid. Hell NO. We got exams and I may not be able to post from mar-26 to Apr 7. We have our government exams. Not like you chums back in the U.S. That reminds me now is the time George Bush is visiting India. Man all he does is visit unimportant place and stuffs his fat face. May be the Air force one won’t be able to take him back home since his weight will go KABOOM! You all know what I men right? Not much to say about out own leaders since they barely do anything. You may find them protesting them outside the parliament for some bullshit. Dude who understands politics? You got to be retard to understand a retard. (In this case a stupid suck up politician). Nothing that I have anything against democracy, but it doesn’t seem to work back here. Now remaining true to my old fashion of suddenly jump from an irrelevant topic to another here goes. By the way in the future I am thinking of actually getting a full time a girl friend. I totally suck in keeping any girl friends (I don't even have one). I never had a girl friend. All I get to see near my BOYS school is butt ugly women and when they are butt ugly I mean they look like God it self was undergoing a process of creating human Lucifers. No more shall be said this is it Peace ya all.

Never spill the blood of your enemy as he is your brother – Kentucky lumby

All about the money.

2006-02-23T22:34:00.000+05:30

From my last article I wanted to discuss the results of the ubercool things I wanted to do in the past. People say messing with the time line is messing with life. But I’ll show how life would be a lot sweeter, let’s go the same order like last time.

1. Emma Watson would be three times more famous becoz she was dated by on of the sexiest kid since Gavin Rossdale. Harry Potter would sky rocket.
2. My science teacher would never have been born. Thank God. I’ll strip my self butt naked and run on the streets and color my hair yellow and scream “Eureka He is dead, I am free. I don’t know why I am happy but I am”. Technically if he never born how should even know of him. Nut there are few hideous moments in life which no body can take away.
3. After all the condemning I have done to my science teacher I need to know whether I get in or am I stuck. But I think he might make an angel. It will be ripping. Check out the blogging angel.
4. Nothing wrong in a little bit investment for life. A new house by the beach is fine and 3- 5 girl friends could do for me. Not much but I also need nine kick ass rides and one monster truck to run over my teachers every day I go to school.
5. Hey if I am the only one who thinks this but Beckham totally sucks now. All he does is live of his companies. In case you were wondering it would be Pepsi, Adidas ETC.
6. If I think about it there would be never would an end to these ipods. So I would have a C.I account worth 10 million. Watch out ipod I’ll be your apple buster.
7. Crusades were the crappiest war in the history of mankind. Dude who fights for religion. That’s just retarded. Hey Muslim people like to get laid, man that should be no reason for us Christians to get pissed. We have got Tolkein.
8. Not because I don’t understand It.(I understood the starting and the end, the middle made no sense) but you know you gotta be a generation ahead. Plus I think may be I could be the next wacky Einstein. Hey who knows but I love self proclamation. I know it is always retarded of me.
9. DON”T KILL ME. I never played on Nintendo 64. So I’ll check it out in its glory and then puke my guts everywhere in the future on hearing its name. India sucks in all these things.
10. Hey the world would admit India would have been far more advanced, don’t you really think. You could buy a Ferrari for one dollar in India if Britain didn’t invade us.

If any of you all think I was under the influence of any alcohol or any drug please believe me. Drugs are bad and should not be taken under any conditions exception being if you study in my science teacher’s class. Dude I survive in his class only with the help of steroids and morphine simultaneously.
A man is a man when he does not understand a woman. – You tell me I have absolutely idea who said this retarded line.

Broken Heart

2006-02-23T13:38:00.000+05:30

Now that he thought about it, that voice, it was, in fact, John Smith’s voice. Against his own conscience of eavesdropping he continued to hone on to the voice. In the beginning it was some office gossip, but then he heard them kissing and then, it happened. He heard them saying that they were in love and had tricked him to believe that Johan was in love with George. He had his own fair share of disappointments but this was the worst. Unfortunately, he also had a job to do, and that meant that he had to get back to work It was no use; he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. So he promised himself that he would never again fall for another woman. He had a job to do and thinking about love was just a viability. He turned again, this time to his own work, at the office that is and received a message form his boss calling him to his office. He entered the office. It was big and spacious, and all sorts of awards were littered all over the shelves. It clearly showed that his boss was rich and also that his boss loved to show off. He was also very ruthless and that was why he had managed to survive in this business so long. It was bad news this time and before he could say anything he was sent packing. His boss told him that he had been demoted to the post of Jack Smith, while he was promoted to George’s position. As soon as he thought that things couldn’t get any worse, he realized that he was being made fun of, in his new office. All of Johan’s flirting was just to ridicule him later. But he knew himself that this wasn’t the end of his pain, in fact, it had just begun.

In Too Deep

2006-02-22T21:22:00.000+05:30

He returned home. He had the same dreams, he was running and all he had to do to save his father was to walk a single step and prevent him from leaving home, but just before he could he fell. He awoke wondering what the dreams meant but on seeing his clock he realized that he was late for work. It didn’t take him much time to reach his office and in fact, due to his new powers he was faster than ever. Even tough he knew that he shouldn’t be so selfish in using his powers, there were also some perks that he could enjoy besides being a superhero. He sat down on his chair, behind the huge pile of books on his table. He hadn’t been doing his work properly for the past few days and so he got on to do it. He had to copy a certain document entitled “Cuts In The Company”. Curiosity overcame him. He picked it up and was horrified to see that there was no name as John Smith at all. He believed that since this was the company’s records, all the employees’ names should be present. He continued to do his work, but managed to somehow lock himself in the copy room. Luckily for him, the ventilation system was very bad in the copy room and could be used for a two way communication device. But before he could say anything, he heard voices. He began to listen even more intently when he heard that it was, in fact, Johan’s voice, along with someone who he could barely remember.

Search and Live

2006-02-20T22:18:00.000+05:30

*****************DEDICATED DICLAIMER*************
I want to sincerly thanks MARTHA SPENCER for actually thinking that i am my works are actually worth reading. People like you give me a lot of encouragement. Thank you and please please don't forget to check the last paragraph.Plus check out my article "Mismanged and Hell trip to ooty" in the archives of jan 2006. It is really funny and a really long one.
Click below to read the article.

My daily routine can be described as follows
1. Get up at 5.
2. Take a bath around 7
3. Go to school
4. come back study
5. Sleep.

Hmm not much of kick ass time table but I love it. Yes, saving the world and be the fashion statement fall some where in the middle. But that is not the issue. The issue is that I always have to be challenged. This blog is one of those outlets. But living in a totally retarded school like ours will hamper all your progress. But how could you blame them. Yes don’t blame them blame their PARENTS or better blame the GOVERNMENT. If I could go back in time I would have done list of few things listed here and then become a totally kick ass guy of today’s world.

1. I would make sure my date with Emma Watson.
2. I would kill my science teacher’s parents so that he is never born. Yes the rest of the world can thank let me later.
3. I would ask Jesus that would I get in heaven.
4. I would tell bill gates to invest all his money in the blanktalent.blogspot.com when it comes along. I would ask him to endorse it they day it is made by Mastercheif and sidekick click.
5. I would ask Beckham NOT to marry posh. I think she is butt ugly.
6. I would reserve cash for an ipod in my name.
7. I would ask pope to chill out and not to go with crusades. (dude somebody should have told him to chill out)
8. I would ask Einstein to explain his theory to me alone so I can show of to my friends what a totally cool brainy I am.
9. I would buy a Nintendo 64.
10. I would ask Britain not to invade India since it totally sucks (lie we rule sometimes) and then we would be a developed nation instead of a developing nation.

I would discuss the results of these totally absurd things in the next article. So be ready to check’em out. As it came to my notice that it Martha Spencer who appreciates my work (finally I guess some one like me came along) and don’t sweat I actually think your name is kind of very cool. If you check my details you will laugh your ass out on my crappy name. It is very nice indeed of you to actually comment for me. I am very grateful to you and sincere comments from beautiful women (you could call that flirting) actually encourages me from writing on. Long live Martha.

Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon. – Ho Chi Minh.

The Man In The Iron Mask

2006-02-20T14:31:00.000+05:30

So, there he stood, the very next morning. He was back in his office, trying to figure out what happened the other day, but all his speculations were leading him to dead ends. He knew that he was the only of his kind because such accidents could never occur again, but how could he have the same powers. In fact, the more he thought, the more he came closer to the answer. It sounded absurd and he kept repeating the details in his head to check for errors, but they were all correct. Unfortunately, the phone rang, the message came, and he was off again. This time to a remote town called Amarillo. It was the same person, but this time he robbed the jewelry store. He caught the men, yet the rest of Mr. Bos’s men escaped with the jewels. This was very interesting, and it also helped him to figure out the person responsible for these robberies. It wasn’t Mr. Bos, it couldn’t be, it must be an impersonator. He wet to Mr. Bos’s grave and it still hurt him. It couldn’t be him; all this pain couldn’t be fake. He was a superhero, it was his job to figure out who it was, and he would.

Word up

2006-02-20T13:36:00.000+05:30

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I DON"T UNDERSTAND WHY I AM PUTTING THIS BUT HEY I WANTED IT TO BE LEGAL AND STUFF.
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Sorry to all my current readers. I had been dormant for past few weeks due to useless coaching classes (which do no good, hopeless teachers) and due to preparation of THE BOARD EXAMS (totally exaggerated version of our normal annual exams).
All of you do know that I live in Chennai which is in India (incase you were wondering). This one of the four metroplitian city but freaky things happen in the weird old city. Once I was on my way to mastercheif’s house and I saw a funeral. Boy that was no ORDIANARY funeral. Any of you ever heard of people dancing during a funeral. That day totally weird and must say shocking thing I had ever seen since the face of my science teacher (dude (dudetes if any who cared to come this far) that guy is uglier than Spawn with plastic surgery on the bum). I accept if it would have been the death of my science teacher surely I would have given a treat to my friends (heck all you readers will get a Mercedes Benz read: third hand. Definitely that would be all I could afford). But this was a funeral of a person who would have been obvoisly better than my teacher (hell even a rat with rabies, aids, polio, leprosy and god knows what else I can think of when I even dare to think of him would have had a much better death). Since as long it was not my teacher or related to that dog in any way would have at least died a peaceful and lovely death. Word up for today I think my teacher is DISLIKED by me. What is your opinion? I wanted to thank Kelly Spencer for actually reading my totally hopeless blog. Kelly Spencer you win a good night from me and you will be in my prayers. PLUS don’t forget to tell your friends about us. We may be are not much but it is a humble attempt. See YA; I gotta go attend my unfinished bathroom business.

Live it up. Who knows when you die? - By a really cool dude. (No it is not Brad Pitt but I could if you want me too)

New Friendships

2006-02-19T10:46:00.000+05:30

So, there he was, in his meeting room, meeting a new member of the board. It was interesting that his name was Jack Smith, that was because he once knew a Jack Smith way back in the 1st Grade. It was this Jack Smith whom everyone picked on, even he did. It was actually him, who was responsible for his removal from the school but this couldn’t be him. He was a much more lean boy and he had met him twice during his visit to his hometown. He was right, this wasn’t that Jack Smith. This man grew up in England. There was something very interesting tough that his mind was unusually blocked. Normally he could read anyone’s mind easily because they didn’t guard it. This man did, which meant that he had a secret. It also meant that he knew that there were people in this world who could read his mind. This was all very interesting indeed. He wanted to see where this man would go, and what his role would be in the Company. After some talking he realized that this man was the new General Officer of the company, which meant that he was his boss, but that didn’t bother his as much as the look on his face, as if, he could read all his thoughts.

The Memories Won’t Fade

2006-02-18T13:31:00.000+05:30

He couldn’t believe it. There he was, a man who was supposed to die, yet there he stood, completely healthy and robbing a bank. He didn’t have time to dwell over it. He ran to save the day and then, it happened, he was pushed away from some invisible force. He wanted to see him again, hoping that the same happened to his father but it was in vain, as he saw Mr. Bos, run away. It had been the first time he had ever failed, and yet, it didn’t bother him. He went back to his house to think on what he saw, his secretary came in and told that he had to present a meeting in ten minutes. Now there was no time to think, he had to do his work. So, after finishing his speech, he entered the meeting room. It was packed with all the various officers but his attention was only on one person, a woman. Her name was Johan and she was the head of the Manufacturing department. As he rolled his eyes towards her, he knew that she was doing the same. He loved her but couldn’t say anything, partially due to shyness and partially due to fear of ending a beautiful friendship. But this time someone new had joined the meeting, a new officer, someone who he hadn’t ever seen before.

Revelation

2006-02-16T15:16:00.000+05:30

Flashes of his memory flew past him. He returned back to the day he graduated high school. It was his teacher Mr. Bos, who met him after he gave his valedictory speech. But there seemed something odd about him. It was as if he was hiding something, something important. What really happened was that Mr. Bos had been partially blinded and could barely see, and soon afterwards became completely blind. Mr. Bos had been a mentor to George and helped him throughout his life. It came as a shock to see his once favorite teacher, turning out to be a robber, but the real surprise came when he discovered that Mr. Bos could see, in spite of having no pupils. What came next would shake his whole world.

Final Destination

2006-02-14T23:29:00.000+05:30

BOOM. The shattering of a door could be heard twenty miles away. George ran towards the scene of the crime. It was just a petty thief. He was caught and sent to jail in a matter of seconds. On his way back, however he realized that nothing was what it seemed, it was an ambush, he fought. Bullets flew, muscles flexed, by now it was anyone’s guess what was going on. Being stronger, it took him no time to take them out. That was, until he reached the brains behind the plan. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Seeing that face brought a frightening image back to him. But, it couldn’t be…HIM.

My theory On LIFE

2006-02-14T22:59:00.000+05:30

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IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 YRS OF AGE OR AN RELIGIOUS PERSON PLEASE I REQUEST DO NOT READ THIS ARTICLE.CLICK BELOW TO CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE

My theory of life completely revolves around two factors.
1. Live for yourself (for your family in case your married)
2. There is no need to give a hell about others.
These two factors according to me are the secret ingredient to a good life. One thing every one must know and remember that if one strives for good all the time that one will NOT survive. Enemies must be hated and loved ones should be cared for. It is none of your business what happens in the personal life of your best friends. Friends are like passing moments. One on which one should rest his rest life upon. Friends will come and go. You can’t expect yourself to have the same type of friends all the time. Most of you think this sounds like bull sh*t. Trust me, no friend in this day and age would stand for you when you fall. As long you have money you have got friends. It is the universal truth. We don’t live in the medieval ages anymore. No body cares for somebody else. There is absolutely NO need for any ethics in one’s life. These so called ETHICS slow down one’s progress in the modern greedy savage world. You need to SURVIVE. You don’t need to somebody who takes care of children of the street. Let them DIE what for you. You have your own personal problems which you must tend to. You are no Mother Teresa or Gandhi. Gandhi wanted to build India from the bottom up. What did he get? He was shot in the chest by the ones he fought for. By nature we humans are treacherous. The beginning was made by Adam and Eve by betraying god’s trust in them and there is no ending. People who do live with THESE ETHICS are treated like lowlife scum. They should be because they deserve it. After all these people are retarding our progress in to the future. All one must aspire for in the 21st century is that we must become GOD’S of technology. We are not supposed to be depressed. If your father dies you can’t mourn about the rest of your life. One must learn to stand up against all odds and in the end show this corrupt world that you definitely deserve a place.

Death solves all problems. No man no problem. – Sir Winston Churchill

An eye for an eye makes everyone blind. But makes me happy!

2006-02-13T23:32:00.000+05:30

Over the years I had many friends. I had hated few and I had liked a few. In the end the ones I have liked had left many lasting moments in my life. The ones I have hated and reckoned my life. Today we I have written this blog in memory of an ass I have sincerely hated more than the last moron. His name would not be disclosed. Since my hatred for him extends to a level that this article has to be written in two parts

First part: This ass (donkey) I am referring to is the most moody prideful boasting SNOB on this planet. He and his completely useless and pitiful family are to be hated whole heartedly. I had joined this hell school in the middle of 6th grade. In the beginning this ass was a person with good intentions. Boy I was wrong. He had hated me from the very first day, most probably because I was undoubtedly better than him in everything. Yet he would never ever show his hatred. You got to be there at the moment to realize what type of sadist he really is. I have a very short temper yet I managed to stay cool almost on all occasion. But this son of sadist always liked to make me angry. I restrained myself considering him to be my friend since recently when I completely stopped talking to this little ass. The first confrontation between me and his pride was early this year. Simply for no reason he would insult me bare in front my friends, as if that was not bad enough in degraded me in front of my enemies and worse give the least care about my emotions. Yup he seriously is deserved to call the four letter word. But yet I stood by him like loyal sick dog to friendship. PATHETIC. I changed abruptly. I realized that people like this snob who treat others like dirt and like to see them is pain must be hated with complete dedication. I have hated him ever since our relationship went bitter. And this not the hatred which just involves verbal fighting but even worse. I have list that I would stand by which I would post tomorrow. For today all you need to know that he is a first grade snobbish money loving buffoon. He deserves no love or friends at all.

A man without new friends is like a body with no soul. - Mrs. Emma Church.

On My Way

2006-02-13T13:40:00.000+05:30

George was sitting on the corner of his small, yet spacious office. He received a letter from someone who he new, but he remained hidden to the world. He was called The Messenger and it was his job to relay all messages to him from any source he could find. He was always in hiding as any discovery of his existence could be very disastrous. George found himself running to his closet. He dawned on a simple overcoat and a small scarf over his mouth and jumped out the window. He didn’t die, however, he glided through the air. Being one of his “super powers” he was actually lighter than air and so he could float or glide in it. Passing street after street in his town of Louisville, he managed to reach the destination, 13th Boulevard.

No Looking Back

2006-02-12T12:21:00.000+05:30

Sweat. The first thing George felt was sweat after getting up. He was dreaming of when he was fifteen. Now twenty-two, he was a professional businessman. Not the richest in the world but still, he had enough money for getting the job done. Now it seemed only yesterday for him, but it happened to him when he was fifteen. As soon as he made a verbal vow, at his father’s grave, someone was listening, his Arch enemy, decided to take revenge for what was done to him? So he got his friends to arrange for suphur. He ignited it and threw it on young George. Nothing happened; he seemed to be invulnerable to anything they threw at him. With a small laugh, and a tight punch he rid of their nuisance. And then it occurred to him, he was given such powers for a reason, and now, there was no looking back.

Looking At Reality

2006-02-11T16:06:00.000+05:30

So young George, now fifteen, responsible for his fathers death, haunted by this he grew up as one of the most hardworking people of his time. But nothing to compare to what he saw the day his father died. Just flashes of it were enough for him to lose it completely. He was all alone, he could not bear to be responsible for such an accident. He carried on, however, but lived secluded. Suddenly, as he walked, he heard a noise...BANG, the neighbours were being robbed. He could've done something, he didn't but still felt...empty. Under strict will, he walked up to the house, but it was too late. Everone were dead, memories of a dead father flashed before his eyes. He decided that from this day on, he would never doubt himself before he went to save someone who needed him. Luckily he was not the sole witness to his promise...

Have You Ever Wanted Something So Bad...

2006-02-09T23:01:00.000+05:30

Fourteen years, George waited fourteen years to get to get his new bike. He waited and waited and soon when the clock struck twelwe, in a weird twist of fate, his father who was supposed to buy young George's bike was killed trying to get it. George was devastated, and he blamed himself for his fathers death. Thats because, young George pestered his father, day after day to get him a new bike, and when his town was facing the worst fog of the time, he sent his father out, like som Kamakazie in the void to scearch for a bike. He did finally get his own bike and soon, he became responsible for his fathers death. It haunted him for the rest of his life, until one day...

Musical Sounds

2006-02-02T23:40:00.000+05:30

Hello yo people out there. It is me back from bathroom again. Now since we have talked about our school and well about a game review. Now I am back again (as if you did not know that). Well I like to music (guess you can figure that out from the title) and my scope of music is definitely limited. All I do listen to is alter rock, hardcore rock or metal. Basically anything that is heavy right.

Linkin park has been one of the bands which I hear too and they are pretty good. Here is a quick summary of their albums

Meteora
Hybrid theory
Reanimation
Jay Z and linkin park – Coalition Course (screw it)

Now the first two albums rocked to the pinnacle of glory. What the hell were linkin park thinking when they released an album with jay-z. I mean come on dudes the worst combination ever recorded in history (apart from the tommy lee and Pamela Anderson)
. This is not music it is darn torture given by Russians to their American friends in the cold war season.
Apart from the suckers who actually went and bought their so called creation (lazy losers and hopeless monkeys) few of the smart society people downloaded it off the net. Mp3 saved the day. If you listen to their great worthless noises along with few idiots screaming( seriously I saw the music video, I think they were paid 5 bucks each to fake scream.). Now we get to here song such as big pimpin/ papercut. Hmm any ideas guys (gals if any) that how this song sucked. In fact it was shown only twice on MTV head bangers ball. Anyone out there would definitely not understand that why waste your hard earned cash by making hopelessly useless , pathetic , unbearable songs like these and put all it on a C.D. or cassette and sell it. Better they could have just come out with a brand new album (It would not have been this bad).

Those of you agree with me can give a pat on your back as you’re a part of sane and perfectly sound world. Kool or how Paris Hilton says it “That is Hot”.

Things don’t get better by worrying about them! Get a life and girl friend loser - Motto Of Sidekick Clicks

As always you are definitely free to post in your comments yours truly.

Blogging: The Money Making Machine

2006-02-01T16:38:00.000+05:30

What blogging really started out was as a medium for the normal people of the country to express their views. It seemed perfect for every country which allowed the freedom of speech. But what it has become now is just another medium for spamming and for earning money. People lose the integrity of their blogs as well as themselves when they decide to place advertisements as soon as they become famous. This also becomes the breeding ground for spammers who constantly spam all the people affiliated in the comments. I say this from my personal experience but would also like to congratulate the people who blog for a cause as in the case of blogging for cancer. I just humbly wish that people would just, for even a second forget the money involved and concentrate on what’s really important, the Freedom Of Speech.

Depth of Perception

2006-01-24T16:40:00.000+05:30

How far down the line do we really think? Whenever we make a decision in our lives we always or mostly list out the pros and cons but do we really think beyond the decision. What I mean is that after the decision is made, do we really know what will happen? Now no one can predict the distant future but we can make assumption based on our current situation. But really, do we do this because of our dilated perception or because we are too lazy to actually think long and hard about it. Sometimes this is good, because ignorance is bliss but the main point of this post is that we should be ready and that is only possible if we have some or the other vision of what our near future holds for us.

Where Are The Good Times, Nowadays

2006-01-22T19:59:00.000+05:30

Looking around me I curiously picked up my daily newspaper and read on about the ads, a few days before New Years and all I could see was add upon add of discos or pubs or crap like that where people "hang out". Now I'm not much of a party animal but I do like the occasional get to gether with my firends and watch a movie or go for lunch, but go to disco, no way. I mean, is that all we have to do now a days. I can't take two steps without seeing a sign for some kind of disco stuff. Its maddness, do people really enjoy dancing like bafoons and pay "DJ's" obsene amounts of money to just play remixed old songs and shout crap. I really do wonder what our new generation will be up to next, perhaps start drinking beer from the age of thirteen or maybe drugs will be the most happening thing to do the next year, whatever it be, I will still hate it.

A Real Good Friend

2006-01-16T22:49:00.000+05:30

Now all of you people started to wonder whether I totally suck in making good friends besides master chief, well if you think like that you are definitely wrong. Now I know this dude who studies in the 11th grade. He is ok and we first encountered during my 7th grade examination. His name is held back for obvious reasons. Now he is not dimwit as you expect him to be (although he acts in a lot of ways that makes you believe he is one). In fact he is a smart ass and he knows to kiss up. No teacher (in the barbarian school of ours) will have any sort of “problem” with this kid. In fact he can butter up to people quite good and gave a promising speech last year for one of our retiring teacher
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(she was insane. She would slap boys and call everyone “They are Idiots”, the way she says those words, can never be reproduced on blog. You got to be there, laughing behind her back.) and dude the way he used the words for example “You have been our guide in darkness” (to retarded hospitals) and “we were enlightened by your presence” (yup I never new they would give P.G degrees to retards or even make them a teacher) and the one which kicked butt was “We will miss you and hope that you enjoy the rest of your life” (hell no. I wished she would jump of a cliff and fungus grows on her already decaying brain. Nothing would be left by then.). These are few of the instances when we make our teachers believe that we actually like them, but in reality we are just scoundrels laughing up our sleeves.

This dude, the one I am talking about got the highest in the school for our state examination. You would expect a guy who gets high marks in state board to take Science group. Well he baffled us all by taking the economic group. Something I had no idea he would choose for his future. But later I realized that it could earn him some real big bucks. If he becomes in charge of out tax payments, I would definitely go to him. Even though he loves kissing up, he doesn’t like the teachers at all. He might like few of them. He might become a good ladies man, since he uses his words quite well. But he has no girl friend which is quite normal in India. Hey here we have to wait until college until we get to date. And the more responsible people (like yours truly) avoid dating, due to the fierce competitions we have to face in getting a job.

Overall he is a good friend. Somebody you can trust in. (obviously you can’t be his friend). He is considered as darling by teachers and a rogue by us. And trust me he is no easy loser who can be snubbed easily. Oh hell he gives you a competition, surely challenging. Both of us sometimes share same ideas. According to me he could be a good motivator and leader too, since everybody loves him. Who knows, he might become a Julius Caesar of India. In the end he is an ok guy, with a nice heart (but not the cleanest I would say) and most of you thinking why he didn’t join in our expedition to international fame, well he doesn’t want to be a part of this. Too bad he could have been a real good asset to our rich resources. Cheers to you my parse friend. (Kola with the fire God, dude).

A man without imagination is like a bird without wings. - Albert Einstein

Eureka!

2006-01-16T19:50:00.000+05:30

Seven years. It took me seven years to finally comprehend Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity. I knew many people who doubted that such a complex theory is beyond the comprehension of a normal fifteen year old, which brings me to the main point of this post. Why is it that all adults believe that children are too dumb to understand anything? I may be replied with an argument like, “Look at how children always want to be spoon fed, it’s the same for learning”. But my main hitch with that is that, it isn’t the fault of the children, but the parents itself. Our brains are just as big as theirs, so why the huge learning gap between adults and children. The obvious answer would be due to prejudice and jealousy. It may seem silly, but it is true. Adults, especially teachers don’t want their students to surpass their own knowledge, and yes, I have had such an experience personally. So the next time you are discouraged to do anything good, then give it your best anyway, I did and look where I am (refer the first line).

How Far Can I Go?

2006-01-15T16:32:00.000+05:30

Not to be mistaken with my previous post about the importance of “sorry”, this time I post to speak about the importance of goodness. I always considered myself as a good student, person, and friend, but if anyone examines closer, is anyone of us really good. I mean seriously, I can’t truly say that any person that I have met hasn’t swore or said something insulting even once in their lives. But even if I do consider myself as a good and all round invigorating person, how far will this carry me? I have heard from people more experienced than me that, in this world there is no one “good” who has ever succeeded in life. Obviously, this has had a profound impact on my perception of the world around me, but I only ask, how far is this really true? In my search for nirvana, I shouldn’t be hindered by futile things such as this, but ultimately it comes down to the fact that, really to succeed in life one has to forgo their goodness, but I never said that I will have to do the same. In the end, it all comes down to the fact that I will never give up to be good, no matter how much I fall, I will decadence for my sins, but never will I turn down the goodness of my heart, my soul.

Should I?

2006-01-12T16:40:00.000+05:30

I have considered myself as an exceptional student, always heads and shoulders above the others. Armed with a passion for all science and mathematics, I have spent a good deal of my free time to understand the working of many things form the minute unicellular organisms to the creation of the universe. My curiosity has never been satisfied, but recently on seeing my examination marks, I am beginning to have doubts on weather all this time spent was a waste or not. Does a person who knows so much really have a bright future? Or does a stupid person with good marks get all he (or she) wants in life? I used to think that the former was true, that such a person would surely have a brighter future. But recently I have begun to dispel such thinking to give way to the truthfulness of the latter. By the time anyone reads this, I would’ve already chosen my path and for a hint most probably it will be to join the latter.

Trip to ooty. Mismanaged and hell

2006-01-11T12:29:00.000+05:30

During our summer holidays in 2004 (April to June), the school’s some organization had organized a trip to ooty (A tourist spot in Tamil Nadu (Really cool and awesome place) and so me and two other friends (including master chief) had decided to go along with the other boys to ooty. There was our big mistake no 1.
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After our final examinations were over I was really looking forward to this trip to ooty. I thought me and my pals could enjoy some real and pleasant surrounding away from the city. There is big mistake no 2.In the night we boarded the train (which did not have A/C) and were on the way to ooty. Me and master chief decided hey what the hell lets talk all night long. We were ready and you know we were two guys sitting back, enjoying the ride and making fun of few of our classmates and teachers. Everything was sweet till twelve o clock. On the other side were this ugly couple and their fat daughter. So since they did know English they thought that we were laughing about her really fat daughter. I mean seriously dude we are only fifteen years old and his daughter was uglier than Michael Jackson and fatter than a blue whale. So the man decides to go into action. He comes up to us start babbling in Tamil (which we definitely do not understand) and just wouldn’t shut the hell up. After that bitter moment, we decided not to talk and soon fell asleep. The next day I was woken up by master chief and hell it was cold. I decided to brush my teeth while we waited to reach the ooty station. Our teachers had promised us that we would be allowed to take bath some time later, some where near in good hotel. I believed them. There was my big mistake no 3. We boarded the bus and we had to travel the whole damn day to reach the hotel. So I didn’t have a bath. I was stinking like a skunk and the food they gave us to eat was terrible. I thought I had got loose motion and was holding my poop blaster till 8:00 clock in the evening. I had not gone to the toilet the whole day. Those were such pain full moments. I had started to dream about a toilet. The food was horrible, the chicken wasn’t cooked at all, the rice was like curry and the pappad (kind of side dish) was disgusting. And the roti (Indian bread) wasn’t even roasted properly. All I wished for was to reach the hotel where we were to stay and attain nirvana in the toilet. We had go uphill and downhill over and over and plus with serious poop disorders I felt dizzy and the only way I could hold it in was by falling asleep. It so happened we crossed three states and were back while I was sleeping (School hired a really responsible driver huh). My cell wasn’t working (I wanted to call the rescue operators to get me out of this living hell), it so happened my company switched of my and maser chief’s roaming facility. We were the only people with post paid connection (since others were too darn CHEAP). But lucky master chief, he had gotten his roaming activated by the next day.
Back to the story, we had reached the hotel (finally) but one of our partners turned his back and ran with the keys to our room with his third world ugly friends. I was pissed, master chief was pissed and when we reported this to our teacher, he gives us reply like this “You should have taken the keys faster at the counter”. What the hell, is this a free give away. We paid money for this, not to be given keys to our rooms like how beggars on the street are given their food. Swear to God a boy having loose motion and is pissed, those are the exact kind of words you should definitely in your worst night mare not use. He is getting angry at us for him not doing his job. Finally we had to adjust and all of us got the same room. (Dame Luck). The room was ok, really slick furniture and all, but one double bed. Five boys on only one double bed. That was well eiooooooooooo. I mean how we can they do this; I would definitely not sleep together with other boys. Finally we decide on settlement that three people would sleep on the bed (together) and I would sleep on the sofa and master chief gets the cold ground. Now we all decided that I should get up early (since I boasted that I get up early as 4:00 clock in the morning on usual days) and wake others up. Well I had no problem with that all. But I didn’t get up and you will not believe how pissed everyone was. Sheessh guys take a chill pill and relax. No big harm was done at all. We all got up by 7 and were ready to roll after we had our break fast. We visited few unimportant places and one of the highest peaks over there. The scene up there was amazing (not the best I have ever seen). We bought few things for our family at home. I was broke had to borrow, definitely was shame full. I had gotten some Ooty tea (famous throughout India)
And that was all I could afford. Some of my friends bought chocolates and some trump cards (loser love that game) and few more things. We had been taken to a park but we weren’t allowed to go boating. I mean what’s the use of taking us to the park meant only for boating and we are not allowed to go boating. The mini buses in which we went around the city weren’t that good looking also. We had gone back to the hotel and were leaving that evening (big trip huh). Then we went the in damn bus all around the mountain. Man that was so irritating. We had this third grade loser, who brought his digital camera. Wasn’t very cool and looked like he bought in a rummage sale. We were given poison to eat at the station as dinner. Seriously man they gave us this

Rice with curd (I hate rice especially with curd)
Egg (You call this non vegetarian)
Bread (what the hell are you giving, this is no break fast)
And some thing which was supposed to be a sweet.

We boarded the train and thought of staying awake the whole night. But no, this psycho couple boarded the neighboring compartment. Few of the boys from our class (not our friends) were making the noise near the bathroom like stupid fools. This man gets up and starts screaming at us (yet again Tamil). This time we weren’t even talking. Dude is this guy a retard. While sleeping my friend’s towel falls near his bed, he takes it uses as a pillow, drools all over the towel and takes it home the next day. He is definitely a retard.
Next day this terrible trip was over and I was finally at my house safe from the weirdoes this world had to throw at us, with a very bad taste of the whole trip.

Dig a well before you are thirsty. - Romanian proverb

I Don't Know, Lets Ask God

2006-01-09T22:46:00.000+05:30

"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason and intellect has intended us to forgo their use"
-Galeleo Galieli
I would like to explain an ancedote of my life to explain this quote. Once, when I was in a heated debate with my science teacher about the beginning of the world, he kept going back to the same point, that the world was created by God and no one else. I would agree on that but, isin't it also true that if He did create the world then what was so wrong for us to discover how He set about doing so. Many religious people believe that scientist are doing blasphemy by discovering our origins. But then to refer to the above quote, why would God give us such intellect, only just to waste it on religiously praying to Him. If this were so, we would be still living in the dark ages, learing how to create fire( and maybe not since its blasphmey).

Do We Deserve It ?

2006-01-08T23:02:00.000+05:30

We among all the animals of the world, are the most social. That means we have rules, rights and duties. But how much of this do we really deserve? We call ourselves citizens and hate the state of the country but really, who among us can really say they voted. But the list goes on, the freedom of speech, a freedom we had sought a long time ago, and yet when the need arises we keep our own freedom at bay. By this freedom we are all entitled to have a say on anything but at school or at work, how many of us can truly say that they have told their boss or teacher what they think? I know for a fact that neither me nor my friend have the courage to do so. This entire problem started a long time ago, before many of us were born. During the mid 19th Century people slowly began to curb their own freedom of speech. So the most obvious thing to do for the powerful was to put words into their mouths and so the vicious cirlce began. Fast forward to the present, we live in the most advanced age and yet we are treated more or less like slaves, to our duties, our teachers and most of all to our own limitations.