what would life be if i could sleep-write?

2011-10-11T04:31:00.001+05:30

I find ROFL or ROFTL inappropriate to use while chatting. I have never really rolled on the floor laughing (at least on chat). Secondly, because you can't type in ROFL while you are ROFL. It is just not possible. Why can't there be a simpler solution like NFCL?

Once you ignore, the chemical compound resemblance in the abbreviation, you will realize it is a wonderful solution and possibly closer to the truth... Nearly Fell of the Chair Laughing.

But wait, it isn't as dramatic. Rats!

"All the (nearly) best ideas in the world come to you when you are sleeping. True story."

2011-09-18T16:37:00.002+05:30

reasons why procrastination is better...
#79: my pencils never have a blunt end

2011-08-31T13:52:00.002+05:30

reasons why procrastination is better than getting a life
#80: it is the easiest thing to do

2011-07-15T20:19:00.000+05:30

2011-02-22T22:28:00.003+05:30

relationships are tricky...
ones who have it are constantly insecure and the rest are jealous of them.
relationships are a vicious circus and i miss the jokers, the acrobats, the jugglers, the fire breathers, the cougars, the human cannonballs and the ringmaster. but life would be quite bland if there isn't someone to make us want to bend the rules, keep us at the edge of our seats and make us cry till we laugh and vice-versa. to all heartbreakers and menders happy belated valentine's day!

2011-02-05T05:09:00.001+05:30

Self Discovery

Some people resort to chocolate ice cream, some to cigarettes, most to alcohol, a few to narcotics, a fair number to chocolates, a certain group to meditation, the quietly affected to music, the pious ones to a god, a saint or a guru... what do i resort to? water, warm water. When I feel sad, I drink water. I always knew there was something about me that attracted me to me, I think it's my uncanny ability to choose the most unusual of quirks.

2011-02-02T07:20:00.008+05:30

i started a 500 days countdown 450 days back after i watched the movie 500 days of summer. it always amuses me to looked back at things that happened a year ago and i think about the things that have changed around me. so it got me thinking and i decided to see what will happen if i kept a tab of this time. so i know why things changed and how they changed and in hope that something truly magical would happen at the end of these 500 days. yea, i tend to find a little drama and add a bit fantasy in life. what the use of living if you can let imagination have it's way.

more than the countdown, another aspect of the movie fascinates me. here is a description of summer by the narrator: "the girl, summer finn of shinnecock, michigan, did not share this belief. since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. the first was her long dark hair. the second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing."

let me explain. i wanted to cut something off. something of an emotional relevance. it was upsetting me. but it was something i had to do. instead of dealing with my head, i decided to cut my nails. my long reasonably well-kept lady-like feature. after i cut them all into an awfully unfeminine juvenile form, i thought to myself, this will grow again. and i suddenly remembered summer's description... the eloquently-speaking community will call this an epiphany. i realized it's a human tendency to mimic an emotional feeling we experience into a physical menial activity.

there is a funny coincidence i just found out. my countdown began on the 8th of november 2009. tom meet summers for the first time on the 8th of january. interesting isn't it?

one more thing, i remember mentioning it in one of my previous posts. oh well, i do not want to mention that again. anyway if you've managed to reach the end of this post, please put in a word, share an experience, dissimilar the better, we'd have something to talk about. maybe you should start a countdown... or find a letter in upper case in this post.

2010-03-29T19:03:00.021+05:30

A thought crossed by mind today. So, here it is.

It is said that "the greatest trick that devil ever played was making the world believe he didn't exist." Now if this holds true. Is God, devil or vice-versa? This may sound blasphemous. Before we answer that question, we must accept that all religions of the world have been constantly trying to tell us that a God exists. And that we need faith to believe in Him. Why should we blindly believe in God? If devil is God's nemesis, God would obviously try to prove His existence in contrary to devil's above-mentioned trickery. If we put both the factors together. We have a God who wants recognition and a devil who wants to hide inside an invisible cloak. But just look around us. We see bad things happen ever so often, it is a little hard to believe that devil has a cloak over him. (It is easy to believe that he exists). On the other hand, God expects the 'faithful' to believe Him without any concrete evidence. What is left with us are a bunch of books written by saints and sages. But who are they? How can we believe those stories? Especially of those miracles. Being a Christian, I always wanted to know why is that miracles only happen through Catholic saints?

In the movie 'The Prophecy', Thomas Daggett says, "Some people lose their faith because Heaven shows them too little. But how many people lose their faith because Heaven showed them too much?" Why doesn't God or devil give us enough evidence? I do not want to answer these questions by taking scholarly discourses on metaphysics, epistemology, morality, religion, language or politics into consideration. By taking these questions outside these structured forms of study, is it possible for Devil and God to be a single entity?

The End.

P.S: Dear Reader, If you are an atheist, you can laugh all you want at this. If you are agnostic, let me know if you have other theories. If you are a Satanist, can you show me a Satanist church? I hear there are many around. But I also hear they are not advertised as much as Christian churches (well, the reasons are quite obvious, but um...nonetheless). If you are a Catholic, hear me out when I say I like angels and saints. If you are a non-Catholic, learn to be more lively. Don't get me wrong. I am a not a Catholic. But you got to admit that you guys have the most boring Sunday service. Don't we need to change with the times. If you are an ORF or Obsessive Religious Fanatic (if anyone has called you that before, it is because you make religion every single second of your life and barely devote your life to living it like normal human beings. You call every sorrow, God's test and every joy ... I am sorry I don't think you have found that yet and you are probably waiting for death or nirvana to find true euphoria. This title is for Christians, Hindus, Muslims, Jains, Jews, Zoroastrians and the rest of the bunch. The only condition is you got to be obsessed). If are a Hindu, I don't think you guys have much to worry in this debate. There is one God split into three, no devil just a few demons. I am sure thats no biggie. If you are a Pagan or a neo-Pagan, send me a message, we should meet sometime. If you are a Luciferian, what is the point of Satanism then? If you are a Jedi, dude, may the force be with you or force be you or be with the force or seek out the force or just deal with the force. If you belong to Church of Euthanasia, Church of the SubGenius, The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Invisible Pink Unicorn, Kibology, Landover Baptist Church, Iglesia Maradoniana or Last Thursday, I salute you.

The end again.

2008-02-17T00:09:00.003+05:30

(wrote a few days back)
I think I have a lot of work that I am supposed to be doing… But there is this incident that happened today that I just had to put in here.

It is funny how when you wake up, you expect things to follow your mundane routine and from the moment you open your eyes, all things decide to change course without you having to initiate it. It becomes an event of ridiculous proportion. Most surprising bit is the thing that caused it all. It was yellow, more or less bordering on yellow ochre with two round brown eyes. Reminding me of an earthy and slimy- looking ‘puss-in-boots’ from Shrek. Surely you will remember his soulful innocent eyes. Fortunately, our friend here was not as active or agile. Thank God!

I woke up after pressing the snooze button, on the several alarms that I had kept, some umpteen times. [Note to self: Should change the alarm tone soon. I am starting to get irritated with Vertical Horizon. I thought it would be romantic waking up listening to their music. But it is undeniablely, a disturbing behaviour]. I was irritated seeing 0637 on my alarm clock. Then I rubbed my eyes some million times and walked to wash my face. I did it all like I usually do. Then took the towel, wiped my face and was about to hang the towel back on the rod…That is when I saw him staring at me. Oh so creepy! My paranoiac radar sensed the towel that would have rubbed against his body when I was taking it out to wipe my face. In fact, so many things crossed my mind at that single point of time that I jumped and ran to the door screaming. (you might picture me, waving my hands frantically... but that is not my style. when i scream i only concentrate on that.)

Then I decided that I shall take care of it when I get back from work. [Secretly was hoping that Vidhu (loomate- it’s quite straight forward, shall explain later) would take care of it]. I kept thinking of it when I was in college and also when I was in office. Thoughts moved back and forth from pragmatic ones like- how will I get it out of my bathroom to why did the princess feel like kissing a frog in that fairy tale- eww!! If I was dead sure that it would turn into a handsome prince (that I have in my mind), maybe I would but still… kissing a frog?!! Oh I did not mention it before, did I? Yes, my day began with a frog.

I was going a little insane in office, so that kept my mind off the frog. But at 8, he came back into my head. Vidhu was unwell, so she did not know what had happened to the frog. I can tell you this much, frogs… it is fate. I came to the hostel late and I knew without having a bath and without getting a definitive sign that the frog is not anyplace nearby, I could not have dinner. So first thing I did, check where is located. I opened the door and there he was staring at me. I opened it again some time later. Again he was there, at the same place, staring the same way. Anna was not back, so decided to call Maria. But she had college work to finish, so I went back down wondering what to do with it.

On the stairs I met a few girls. One of them told me that she used to catch frog when she was little. But now, she is a little scared. But she came with me. I cannot tell you how grateful I was. Still I am. Dhanya (her name) thought it is best to catch using the mug and then putting it into a plastic bag and letting it out, someplace outside hostel. The plan that took nearly 5 minutes to make and it sounded foolproof. We took a good amount of time preparing. Actually I was more like the husband standing with the wife at the labour room, he is all frantic but it is a little purposeless, he cannot feel any pain or agony. [Dhanya if you ever stumble on my blog, it is an insane metaphor, but you know what I mean]. After another five minutes of ‘Ok, here I go’ and ‘Hmm’ and ‘Alright’ and ‘Don’t Jump! Don’t Jump!’ and so on, it one [pow!] move, she did what she had planned to do. The mug had the frog, the frog was jumping around like crazy, she could feel it, it was creepy, she said so…Just one small problem, wall was covering the open end of the mug, now how do we put it into a bag without it leaping on one of us.

[Note to any animal rights activist who accidentally stumbled on to my blog: The process followed for was meant to be humane. Any resemblance to the act of the five year boy who tried to drag a frog with a twine thinking it was a dog is purely coincidental.]

Then for a good 2 minutes we kept dragging him across the wall like some ping pong ball in a video. After which Dhanya got tired and in a frantic, erratic effort, I kept a plastic bag right under the mug and she let the frog drop into the bag. It still amazes me when I think of how we decided to forget the fact that a). Frogs can jump b). We are no superheroes (you cannot tie a bag with a frog inside in less than one second). I don’t remember much of what happened after this. We jumped. We screamed. Ran out of the bathroom. Then started laughing like some crazed fools. Another thing happened… but I am not going to mention that here. Continuing with the story…

Then we decided it is best to look for help. In half hours time, many gathered. But only Anna and Preeti had the guts to look him in the eye and scream till he got out of the bathroom. I was already shaking from the first scream and laugh session that I did not see what had happened exactly in the bathroom. Anyway he was out and he was in my room. As the tradition was, I screamed again. Screamed Screamed Screamed!!! Everyone screamed and in less than a minute he figured that my room was worse than the bathroom. So he got out, went to the corridor. Then I carefully stood back in the background watching all that happened. Yes, call me a fool. But frogs scare the hell out me and I don’t care how tiny they are. By the time we reached the corridor, Ponnu was back from work. Then mighty three -Dhanya, Preeti and Ponnu (again, mighty is meant quite straightforwardly.) They managed to capture him in a mug. Then they took him out and let him free.

[Note for animal activists: See, We are not so bad. We meant no harm. Although at one point someone did suggest that we kill him. In the end, our hearts are made of pure love for all creatures alive.]

To all who managed to reach the end of one hell of an insignificant story…
So you did not have anything better to do? No work? Nothing to study? No college? No office? No girlfriends/boyfriends/gay friends to meet? Or did you get dumped recently? Or did all your attempts to get your crush to notice you go into waste? Or did you recently find out that the guy you are dating is a girl? Do you feel weird about your sexual orientation? Do you have no friends? No party to go to? No friends to booze with? No weed to smoke up? No coke to snort? No books to read? No music to listen to? No instruments to play? No movies to watch? Forgot to book tickets for the play? Got lost in the wild? Lost your memory? Lost your wallet? Got free wi-fi from your neighbour? Geiste.blogspot.com is the only link you can access?
If you answered no to the questions in blue and yes to the others … you pretty much have no life…

Welcome to mine!!!

2007-11-07T17:05:00.000+05:30

i jus recently came to a conclusion... readin others blog is more exciting that readin mine... so i discovered 2 highly insane bloggers........
(oh how sweet am i.. findin bloggers.. [so cheaply] ..) well some ppl are busy with life.. or rather without life....

areyoufreakingkiddingme.blogspot.com/
dazeddementiaofdainfintesimallyinsane.blogspot.com/

2007-02-01T18:23:00.000+05:30

Do u know what is written on this notice inside Pantaloon’s trial room??
This Shop is under Electronic Surveillance. Why? Why? Why inside the ‘trial’ room??? Don't people no longer care for paraniod souls like me??

2007-02-01T18:20:00.000+05:30

I have this routine- at least once every week I browse through the book section at Landmark. Its the music, movie, graphicD and art section that I look through. This time I came across I Hate Myself and Want to Die: 52 Most Depressing Songs You Have Ever Heard by Tom Reynolds. And what are his most depressing songs?? Comfortably Numb, Total Eclipse of My Heart… I don’t remember the rest… I should go back and read the remaining this weekend. It’s quite smart for a gift. And by saying that, I modestly mean for me…

2007-01-21T19:06:00.000+05:30

It’s been a long time... I saw couple of good movies. JFK, Blood diamond and Spy Game.
Never got the time to fill in my critically important views on 'em all. Time being will just say that JFK is a must watch. The facts are well put within the storyline. I like the flow of the movie. I know, I know it’s probably the charm of an Oliver Stone movie. Still it’s edited brilliantly. No wonder it won the Oscar for the same in 1992. It’s a long movie. Over 3 hours. Quite intense too. Basically it’s a treat for 'serious' movie buffs not for the ones who watch movies just for their entertainment value. Although I must say that conspiracy theories can be quite entertaining. I should have watched this movie long back, that's the only regret. I had the DVD with me for so long!

Blood Diamond. Saw it, Loved it, Learned something too. I had my doubts when I went
for it cos my friend told me there's too much of a violence and Caprio is a rogue from
beginning to the end. So I checked on net and the review said 'another Oscar winning role
from Caprio'. I have to say the same thing too. The guy is brilliant. So was the Djimon Hounsou. It’s different from the movies that I have watched of Edward Zwick (he the director BTW). Although compared to many commercial movies with shots of violence on the street, in this movie that has not been romanticized. For once it looks very real. And worst of all you just get the feeling that that's what s happening in reality in those countries. At one point of time I had feeling that the movie might actually cos troubles for the diamond industry. I don't get to see a newspaper very often. So don’t know. Anyway I like the insecure chemistry that was present between the lead characters- danny, maddy n solomon. You have to watch the movie to know. Though sometimes no one trusts the other, most of the times they don’t have a choice but to trust. Done quite well. All in all it’s an excellent movie.

Spy Game. Starring B. Pitt. hmmm.. it’s ok. Regular but good entertainer type. It’s a Tony Scott movie. Nothing exceptional. It’s a CIA movie. It’s about this whole 'game' that takes place within the agency. Now that my friends, is quite interesting!

2006-12-30T23:45:00.000+05:30

i think i will most probably limit my writings to things i like.. movies, music,art.
so here goes my first post on this movie that i watched today DEAD POET's SOCIETY.

Its inspirational n touching. One of my friends was going on and on about this movie.. she thought ethan hawke was really good in this movie. yes he was good. also its probably the only movie of robert sean leonard that i have really seen. otherwise i just know him as the flirty, slightly gay-ish, not so manly, always full-of-advice best friend of dr. gregory house in house m.d. what i liked the most about the movie was there are these moments in the movie where u get really drawn in. emotionally. i dint cry. though i felt sad. in the scene where the kids stand on the tables while keating leaves is very regular. you know the whole event is very typical. but unlike regular movies not everyone stood.. just the ones who really respected keating. so it looked real as there were other students who dint have the guts to stand cos they feared getting expelled. not an idealistic situation. nonetheless it was touching. weird thing is.. (this, mind you is a spoiler, u mite not want to read the remaining.. don tell me i dint warn u)i wonder how neil killed himself? another thing was, their reading sessions were not as great as i expected it to be. probably what they had done with those parts were good like that. i don't know. should ask someone who has watched this movie...

that's it for now.. my first post written on new years eve..