The easiest thing to do in life is take everything for granted. Your education, the daily comforts and luxuries, the fat stash of cards in your wallet and the morning sun through the window. Life is wasted on the living. To stop mid way and just breathe in all that you have lived, gained and lost just sounds like the impossible. Its a fickle world, everything that you held close and dear could burn into nothingness at your own folly, and all you'd be left with is you and a disease called regret. Being hungry at 3 in the morning doesn't do well for your funny bone or the crappy blog.

Some, or maybe most people I know in college now assume that I don't give a damn about most things coz I don't think they are worth shit. They are wrong. It is because I think those things are worth shit. Now why waste a damn on things that are worth shit?. Or the less general assumption, is to find some flaw in my self-esteem. There is nothing wrong with my self esteem, its just that I don't particularly care if I look stupid. And looking stupid is one of those things I can do flawlessly without putting in any effort. I am naturally endowed with massive chunk of stupidity. Among other things. There was this particular guy I knew. Now I don't know him. Anyway, noway,one way.......running out of words with "way" as suffix. That's just sad.

Some days could change your life. You could believe that you have "seen all, been there, done that" only to find the ground beneath your feet missing all of a sudden. I believed I had been through all levels of boredom, from staring at a white wall for hours trying to define its surface contour to observing the flying pattern of three flies, one real and two imaginary; walking around in GIP doing nothing and to top it all, trying to be a programmer. Only to wake up today and beat them all. To measure the frequency noise in the led blinks of a laptop hdd. Life is a poetry of useless sobriety.

Somethings don't fit. Ever. Like the misplaced pen caps, the south indian in a beauty pageant and prawn curry placed in front of a veggie. Everything in the world has its place, the rest can just be hidden below the cot. Went to see Avatar today, only to get a refund because Big Cinemas( previously Adlabs) have absolutely no idea to play a 3-D movie. From when did it become ok to fuck up premieres. Anyway, spoiled the whole fun that could have happened in 3 hours. But for the "technical difficulties" , life could have been simply measured as " Before Avatar" and "After Avatar". And now, all that is going to happen is that all the stupid little dorks who were made fun of because they couldn't get to the premiere will act like stuck up bitches from hi-fi land invited to the " Association of U-suck coz I gotta saw it first" club!. What an epic let down. :-(

Pudding:- everytime someone says that, I have a weird feeling that the guy is going to take out a hammer and smash my head with an accompanying "ding" sound, when he finishes the "ding" at the end of spelling "pudding" part. Also, pudding is one of those words which don't seem to be fit enough to be spoken on a stage.The previous sentence is literally drowning in prepositions and conjunctions and all those silly little words with 2-3 alphabets having no particular meaning of their own.Sad eternal existences.Now,coming back,the probability that the word "pudding" was ever spoken on a stage must be less than 0.001%.If the probability exceeds 0.01%, we shall,simply for the sake of keeping our numbers precise, ignore the rest of the stages on which "pudding" was spoken so as to let the numbers tally. And yes, pudding is my word of the day, for now.If some one eats toothpaste accidentally everyday, does that count into his regular diet?...I prefer coffee-mugs without handles....let the warmth of the coffee onto your fingers before you brutally gulp the coffee down the deep abyss of your esophagus.Not the ones they use at barista or ccd or costa. Those are obscene, and fat like old, short,fat chinese witches bowls that they use to drink crow-blood. It would be great to control the elements, not do do some crazy superhero/supervillain stuff, its that then, you just get up in the morning and have to only issue commands like "tooth, be brushed; body, be cleaned; or - potty, be done". Simplifies Life.There are times when every time you say something, you make a mental image of the things you are saying. Now those are the times you don't want to say pudding, or shit-sticks, or "you are an ass" or "I am a c@#$.". Doesn't work too well for your self-esteem.

One sensible blog and now everybody thinks I am stupid sane. what is wrong with people?

A few reasons why you should blog, because it is better than the following because:

blogging: you blog.
flogging: hurts.
snobbing: thats just a boring "about me" stretched to its limits.
tweeting: unless you are a twit or a twat, the world still has a place for you.
blobbing: the world is already fighting for water, you don't want to be smack at the centre of it.
jogging: no need if you are not going to die in the next 3 years.
sagging: if you do identify with this word, honestly, wtf??
gagging: at the count of 10, kill yourself. all the more better if you don't count too.
bragging: better start blogging, looks more legitimate
eating: now this isn't supposed to be on this list, but I'm running out of rhyming words.
scaring people: just show them your face
appearing stupid: start talking
typing: what was this post about anyway..

Talent is,in absolution, completely relative.With every going day, I care all the more less about my grammar and structure. One could bask in all the glory of being considered good by the few people around you, but only to be thrown into the deepest abyss of self criticism caused by spending unknown hours on the internet hunting everything random under the sun , only to find across hundreds of brilliant and beautiful people out there being much better at what you thought was your cup of tea. Just goes to prove that life could have been much more simpler without the internet, or even a bad bandwidth...the antique dial-up of post gone India could have been good enough. Life can be a bitch to optimistic people. Living all their life believing to be good only to be convinced, on the last day of their lives that they weren't any more better than the man down the street, whom you thought to be a smart ass. It doesn't matter if you are a smart-ass, at the end of the day, you are still an ass. Pessimistic people die happy. To them, the feeling of meeting death is just similar to a 5 year old kid who just got handed his long awaited present. They wait for death all their lives, it must surely be the most awaited moment of their lives. "Har ass b-aas martha hai" is a great hindi line(baas is a hindi word meaning baas).
Everybody, at one point says "everydog has its day", but nobody seems to know how many days the dog might actually end up having. And some actually try so hard that you are absolutely convinced that the dogs are now just trying to stretch the limits. Also, its good when the dog has its day, but it is an absolute pain in the ass when the dog has its day everyday. Then the dog, and the person being the dog, are just being a smart-ass.

Flowers and ferns-noida: a tour.

Planet GAY-TIA, as viewed from earth @courtesy: mad-eye moody.no thanks.


The flower shop. Memphis's lair.Madness. Holy fuck what am I doing here?.%$(%%(GHGK)*(&^&%%. This was the initial rush of excitement.which would kill me a few seconds later. Then reality, we were in a flower shop.Don't ask why. Me and Lanba just went.And the 1st lines were the very 1st words that came in my head.Like Armstrong's "One small step...", I went, "Oh, God! Fuck No."... And then .... doom.The scent.I had to warp out of there.5 minutes.Now time,the mean little SOB that he is, becomes concocted in a flower shop, because, there, you are at negative lightspeed relative to whatever shit the physics part of your brain is thinking right now( if you're trying to find a chink in my negative lightspeed theory, give up, you might be smart but I can think real stupid real fast). SO the 5 minutes are five lifetimes. or more. In my version of heaven, I don't want a lot flowers. Just a little, very far away,very very far far far away...pleasing to the eye, a faint smell in the air, thats it. Today I totally chocked at the flower shop. And we were stinking of flowers even after walking out. It was a massacre. Think the place was called planet gay-tia, a.k.a flowers&ferns. They had WMDs in all shapes and sizes and colors. Some of the flowers came straight out of a star wars prop set. anyway, here's a photo tour .


Picture above: WMDs of all shapes and sizes.




The truth about the flower shop.The initial raw materials look like these above.
They are dried human remains.the green is because the human who had got killed had eaten too much lettuce and spinach. red part is fresh blood. added for flavour and color.




Now at the shop they very nearly convinced us these were flowers, but we overcame their guileful intoxication and realized they were just weeds who had passed out from a good grooming prep school...and a few on the left look like chicken rolls wrapped to their heads...or veg rolls.thats not the point. whom are they fooling?



When I said them these were princess Leia's fav, the shopkeeper nodded as if he knew it.That let the cat out of the bag. I knew it from the very 1st instant I saw that these came straight out of the star-wars universe. They are planning to take over the earth!!!what's next, the Death-star flower???



A gay man exploring his gayness.




Flowers showing the middle finger to humanity.But then,I might be wrong.It might be a "show your wankers" show going on.



Now unlike humans, flowers have no sense of public behavior or shame. Seen above, some of the flowers piss in public and some bathe in it. as shown.


A close up of the piss-pic.Just to prove I wasn't lying.


Another gay man, but unlike the 1st, instead of his own, he was exploring the gayness of the 1st man. Hence the absence of too much details in the pic.The photographer was ashamed. and chocking on the flowers.wishing he could puke on them.


another flower taking a piss in the open.shamelessly.


too many flowers and simply too much flower-piss. but maybe all the piss had finally done it. This space of air was stink -neutral.At least to humans.




another wanker show off in progress. Think its a cultural festival of the flowers going on. Hoped to know which human was gifting those wankers to whom, but the shop said the info was privy!!.





Or maybe my problem with the flowers was they were too perfect. For maintaining the scent and feel, they do something to make it look fresh and perfect all day long. Now that is something men can't accept. For men, only their dream girls and dream cars are supposed to be perfect. anything and everything else has to be a notch below. Perfection is a delusional fantasy we willingly keep unreal. Its a word that men came up with to make every woman feel a little bad on the inside. And thus every man a little happy.Ooops. Secret out. So, anyway, perfect flowers = bogus!!

Some people will have you convinced that the whole life deal is about "Getting the point" of some particular thing or other.
Maybe its your job, relationship or the absurd price of a macchiato. I just realized i'm an arrogant ass. Went for a haircut today and the guy asked me to get a shampoo, dirty hair it seems. Now I can't put up with people mocking my hair, even though I don't give a hair's hair about my hair. So while he was at it, i kept repeating '' I wash people's hair for a living'' in my head. That just made me realize I don't want to be single dad. I don't want my kid abusing me every time he takes a dump! Being sick is so sick it tops every other feeling of sickness.


Shakespeare, apart from his usual poems, used to write ones that used to make sense too. But that usually got into a lot of trouble because of his free spirited pen thinking. like this one:

hickety-fickety-picket foo;
what the fuck am I supposed to do?

Now, in the 1500s, "hickety-fickety-picket foo" was an expletive and "fuck" was an alias of King James. One of the reasons why the poem went unpublished.

Truth is a bunch of lies. like santa claus , its something the people around us keep convincing us to believe in, but it doesn't exist. What I don't get is why santa claus; the old gandalf looking garanpa seems so lovable...at least he didn't have to be a lie. I was happy believing he was actually a part of a larger secret society of ninjas based in the north pole. what a shame. Ironically, the Magnetic Fields sounds so soothing. somewhere, winter circles in the sky as the flow of the air mellows down time around us. Writing that line just gave me a feeling of pissing in my pants, you not only feel warm but the people around happen to notice too.and of course, the feel like shitty part is definitely there. At least, Newton wasn't completely right about gravity. Coz in my dream its not really sure if i am falling or flying. Or if the universe suddenly starts contracting around you based on that singular disaster of your life. in winter, everything happens in slow motion. except the chocolate cream on your vanilla scoop, it still flows as usual. Now why is this not interesting.........like i care.the keyboards needed some excerise, and here it is. Easy is an uneasy word....every time you use easy somewhere, 2 seconds down the line you really are rolling back wondering if it actually was that easy as you termed it to be. Its one of those hypocritical words in dictionary that exists for the sole reason of making human lives miserable, like "love" .....and "life" and ...."bitch", no wonder they rhyme with cow,wife and itch respectively.I just found an easy test to determine if you are bored :Keep staring at the word "Forgot" on a A4 paper for long enough, if you are bored enough, your brain will definitely distort it to "maggot". But if its "faggot" after a few seconds, thats just a low self esteem coupled with boredom. You need to go see a shrimp then.

no idea why this ended up here instead of the bore-blog.

this is probably about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three forth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.

but really, this isn't about you.


it's about how i've subscribed to the same three magazines for three years now, and every time i open them i feel like i've seen it all before. and how today is like yesterday and four days before that. it's about how i'm a repeat stuck on repeat, and we're all the same, and i'm drowning in an ocean of these fluid lies and tired eyes. this is maybe, almost completely about how my syllables sound like falsities every time i answer the phone trying to sound like i've grown up, and about how i'm hoping it's you while i'm sifting through message lists and memories.

but really, i promise, i promise this isn't about you.


it's about how i forget what i'm saying in the middle of sentences with complex compound structures. and how i'm not much at talking since i get nervous and my words stop making sense. it's about how i speak in different languages that all sounds alike or like stutters. and how you're clinging to my ribcage telling me to wait. to breathe. to smile. this is absolutely about how you're like two fingers on my wrist checking for a pulse and about how you're substituting your own sort of rhythm to the crash course soundtrack of my life.

this probably isn't about you, but maybe every other moment is.

Its truly significant that every man ever born has absolutely no memory of the most significant moment of his life-being born. Yes , some people might have had a perpetual itch at the spot where the nurse slapped them on their naked new born butt because they did not cry a few 15-30 seconds into the world. Seems birth is met with sadism and a slap on the butt. If birth is truly a holy event, heaven would be filled with wet-nurses. Unless they had Indian bureaucracy , then there would be reservations for the other backward tribes and the other bunch of people whom god never really liked. Maybe if the RSS had their way, they would make a urine dip compulsary (yes, its spelled compulsory, but this is how the Shiv Sena wants it.) requirement for new born...talk about being born in piss. The most beautiful aspect of the world is irrelevant. It isn't especially funny writing blogs that tend to go nowhere at 2 in the night....but then its equally irrelevant that this sentence is not going to end soon because I am running out of words. HMM. how do you run out of words...? funny concept,that one.and tuna tastes good. but not after 2 hours. then it gets kind of squishy.and cold. and scooters and vacations and fall.

Yesterday, the space research arm of the RSS (a hindu organisation who believe they are a secret ninja clan and are confused about why they exist) discovered cow's urine samples on the moon. After their press meet, NASA organized a mass suicide campaign for all people with an IQ above 9. Except the Chinese. They still get to be communists and believe they see the moon brightly in a day because the official government circular said so. This comes after RSS attempt at making a cold drink out of cow's urine. If only the poor cow could talk, but maybe the poop's enough for them now. Going by inside rumors, the party has decided to include making a cow Prime Minister the highlight of their next election manifesto. along with computer literacy, i-pods and public toilets with air-conditioners - for cows.......................... I always knew human rights was a joke.
Hot news today: Water makes things wet.
Weather forecasts: The sky shall been seen blue for the most part of the next century, and water shall drop from the sky in what we call the rain.(NASA had to launch a satellite and cough up around a billion dollars in funding to confirm this one. ISRO just had to spend a few hundred rupees, photocopying is still cheap.).

Misconceptions. People have misconceptions. and then they have misconceptions about their misconceptions. and misgivings. and hope. and the wired tie that should have gone down the drain but they still wear because everyone wants to look dumb once in a while. and the small inch of nail which they had been planning to clip off a day before but forgot because god decided to let it live an extra day. But nails are dead cells. like hair. protein and vitamin shampoos are never going to bring them back. they are dead. wonder where they go to, after they die all over again . The reason why people are sad is coz they over rate life but under rate everything about it. It should be the other way round. The sky could have been a million other shades of six other colors, but its blue. The birds could have croaked instead of frogs, but only frogs do. And a few humans. Music could have never happened, color could have never happened, the green grass waving in the wind under the beautiful yellow sun could have never happened. Me going emo at 12.58 pm on the 29 th of september could have never happened. But it is....the light is still beautiful and its a good life to be living. My incoherency is crying out at the flimsy uniformity of this blog. Time to say good bye.

Am I confused. Sort of. Am I always off the point. Sort of. "Sort of" is such a harmless thing to say. Sort of. It's just a filler. Sort of - it doesn't really mean anything. But after certain things, sort of means everything. Like after "I love you" or "You're going to live" or "It's a boy." I am sort of claustrophobic. I must be one of God's exemplary specimens. The living walking talking limit he was planning to have on multiple thought trains in a single head. Good for him. It works, perfectly. Why?.I am so screwed up right now I found a sequence in the patter of star distribution from the Microsoft telescope project. The norther star is a joke. I never learned anything specific from my childhood, never got the point of the whole world deal. Yes, people love to freak out when they find a spider under their mattress, but nobody has ever cared to ask what the spider felt. Don't think its a pretty fun sight watching 5-6 foot giants shrieking their lungs out just because they caught a glimpse of your marvelous legs. The spider male must be so confused, he must simply go mad at the assortment of "shapely, curvy" legs on a single female, forget checking out the whole crowd.

SOCIAL MATHEMATICS

My body's going bonkers. The temperature is falling ..WTF? Fever would have been better, but crossing over into the undead isn't fun, nor are vampire clans. But its better than last year, that was when the mercury in the thermometer took a free bungee fall to 93 degrees......bongs react pretty good to earthquakes...cap-2D and lanba placed a seismograph on a bong flubber(name with held for whatever).....they shake. My hod loves me.......been getting blasted on weekly basis now. now, danish plans to have curd with beer. Talk about bhramins going western.

I think I have pretty much figured out why I end up being so confused and random every next second. Its coz I'm stupid. Or lets just say "differently enabled", coz I don't want the retards world over to be offended at being called their true name on their face. The reason- I can't think in sentences, or words.....I think in images.....and images aren't the most linearly viable way of thinking. Its easier to figure out a pablo piccaso painting or a peek preview of memento than trying to focus on which part of the picture I am on. Its like staring at a map in a subway, the hardest sign to find is the "you are here " one. I need on of those in my head. By the time I figure out what one picture is about, its fucking gone. Personally I think the concept of taking pictures and storing memories for the future is bogus. The world is going to end anyway. And nobody cares about a 2.1 billion year old ancestor trying to figure out how long his camera battery lasts when the sun is dying. Issues. I love it when people say " I don't see gender. I just see people." Its like saying "my heart is where its supposed to be, but fuck I'm stupid." I am not sure why I put the "heart" thing in that sentence. Maybe it was the picture in my head...that one should have just remained a negative waiting for all eternity to be developed. Or at least till the world ends. Think the Gmail guys got their whole chat iconography wrong. They have green for being "available" (ahem) and red for "busy". Its the opposite that should be. Because even at traffic signals, Green says "full throttle and get the fuck off coz I don't like your face" whereas Red is " I got nothing to do all day and am planning to share the experience with you". Either the programmer guy doesn't know how to drive. Or its just a girl! The latter expression explains everything, except the universe and men. And physics and maths and traffic signals and road maps and street signs and gaming consoles and the marvel multiverse and so on and so forth. The reason why men hate "window shopping" the most is simple. Even in a shopping splurge, there is some guy making profits...somehow the "brotherhood of men" is happy....now that economy and stock prices and all those monetary mumbo-jumbo is involved. But there is absolutely no revenue in "window shopping". When I was a kid, I decided that if my parents were killed, I would spend all my life fighting crime, like Bruce Wayne. The only hiccup was I didn't know where to buy the batmobile and the swanky bikes. And the millions. But if they ended up normally peacefully, then I would become an investment banker. Now thats whats called being morally caught between a rock-star and a jack-ass. The most significant aspect of love at 1st sight is you are so sure you want to spend the rest of your life with the person you don't deserve. Personally, I think Sigmond Freud was a guy with a huge list of problems....and a bad childhood. No, really. A very bad one.

My faculties hate me. Till date I thought they didn't know I exist, but as it turns out, they do know I exist. That drove me sad, coz initially I was happy to think I was one of those enigmatic mysterious ghostly apparitions that just materialized in the class once or twice every semester. But I was wrong. The program leader even knows my name and roll number personally. And they hate me. Everybody hates the smart guy in the class. So there are two guys in the class who are thoroughly hated, me and the smart guy. SAD. But thinking why people look at you with a certain attitude is pointless, like blogging. I have decided to put my organizational skills to use at our flat. By the beginning of next week, I am going to label everything. Absolutely everything. There's also going to be a label on my head saying "my head". But I can't label water, air and light though. Light is invisible unless it reflects off a surface. Weird.(thanx ganesh.B-).its called creative inspiration by the way.).I need a new name by the way.(thts 2 "by the way" consecutively. My eng grammar teacher said that such usage is suicidal. Hope she has done it now, by the way!). Nitthin is too alphabetically fucked up. Its easier to type fucked up than typing nitthin. Think I will rename myself as Mr.A. Thats pretty easy. I will not only end up first on the telephone directory but also I am a vowel , an article, a noun and the 1st in the dictionary too. That makes me multi-talented. And wouldn't have much trouble explaining the meaning of my name.All people would have to do is look up their dictionary.The English one. Coz the hindi , tamil and malayalam ones would have me named as "aaah". That would make me the god of pain or something. No. I'm not. I have no exact idea what nitthin means, though I pretend I do. My parents did say something but even they knew they were lying. The explanation rhymed so closely with-"we didn't actually care, we were just tired of calling you -the kid". How creative. I think I know from where the stuff of my blog comes from. Blame the genes!!!!!!!!

The sheer volumetric inefficiency of my brain never ceases to dazzle me. Oh, the wonders of nature, so complicated...but that a bad justification for my existence. A very bad one.

Stupid people. Today I met a guy who has his house residence number at the tail of his mail id. Idiots. What if the municipality decided to go for a revision of the numbers. He could end up having the neighbor's number on his id. what a freak.now its fine if you got a great chick in that house, but even then its too much being stupid.Also trying to hit on the neighbor coz you have her house number on your mail id isn't exactly smart. Its light years away from being anywhere close to being smart.Now "fart" is rhymingly closer to "smart" that that. But maybe being Captain 2D justifies that. or maybe not. Idiot.Again. Now do you believe in miracles, because I do. For one to happen now, here's how. On the right top corner of the browser window, is a small red cross. Blood red. I tell you these programmers are creepy guys. Psychopaths waiting to jump out of their closet...........and maybe look at an living breathing chick for the first time in their if-it-exists-its-a-wonder-how life. Don't forget to hit them with a beer-bottle on their head when this happens, just to convince them that they aren't dreaming. Also make sure you empty the beer. Beer is too valuable to be spent on dorky programmers. Even if you are Mother Teresa(or the male alternative) , you would definitely end up in hell for that sin. OK. Getting back to the creepy red cross . And you not comfortable closing it, it just goes to prove that the world is made for right handed guys. Lefties can just keep suckling their thumb(the right hand one) and fight for their rights, like thats going to happen. now, what was I talking about....yeah,..miracles. So click on that red icon ...your browser should close. If you have, you are not reading this and are perfectly normal. If you haven't, the miracle is the thing called your brain. I just asked you to close the freaking browser and here you are reading this crap assuming you are understanding the stuff on this page. Even I don't understand most of it. Or maybe you though you're smart and would outwit me by not doing what I asked you to do. Thats the point you see, the fact that you are smart doesn't mean you are not one of them. Everybody is smart....being smart is the new in-thing. You are just fucking normal............all right....I love your persistence. No, I don't believe in miracles. I was just rating your IQ and you did well. You managed to score just a scale below a new born chimp.Congrats.On that. Now just please close your browser. The Internet isn't going to miss you. Its too busy to even notice your existence. Please.Go.Die.

I need to do some serious work on marketing my blog, considering that even salman rushdie manages to sell gibberish he doesn't really believe in, I'm much better because I believe in a lot of the things I write.....like my extra terrestrial origin and the non-carbon based evolution of the guptas.Or maybe the latter are just the missing evolutionary link between bread and salads(both of which they are absolutely addicted to.).Also Captain 2D's taken a temporary off, hes off to his home planet Breadton, which was destroyed when the ants ate the layer plates of the planet. But whats concerning is that other than the yellow sun(which alone was enough for superman) , Cap needs salads too, but hes got limited supply of it. ................................... books fall off tables if the tables have a low friction gradient when you tilt them close to 27.34 degrees. Time to jump back to earth now. Bet a lot are missing me, like my watch and the dust on my shoes...............hulk smash is just a clap, just a clap for god sake!!and marvel comics got away wid it for all these years......in for a lot of future to come. For every minute spending in organizing, the universe is going to kill you for it coz you are going against the universe's prefered system of chaos.

loving the emptiness of this post.how deep!!!!!!!!

I think I have figured out a plan -B in case I don't land in a good place or job after B.Tech, I will open up a computer solutions kiosk outside Amity with honorary membership to pass outs I personally know. The idea hit me like a lightning bolt. The last time a similar bolt hit me was in my 8th grade, after a session in nebuliser for asthma, the doctor said I was supposed to breathe through the nose and not through the mouth. The biggest heartbreak moment too....I spent about 14 years of my life breathing the wrong way!!!!.The world hit me pretty hard then. The only thing that hit me pretty harder before that was a teacher in my 6th who got real pissed because I thought her she was pretty stupid to be my teacher and decided to answer her questions with "hey,dumbo,wassup?" looking smile on my face.No words of course.Just a smile for everything she asked.Drives people crazy that one. They just go climbing on the wall crazy when a 6th grade kid does that to them. I got beaten so hard my shoulders remained blue for almost a week. Thats when I discovered the world just feigns like its agrees with honesty, even 6th grade teachers expect the innocent minds to lie. what a hypocritical world.

To think outside the box, you need to forget the box. Its similar too completely "feeling" a song all on your own, you got to listen to the radio, because on TV the video might be a screwed up the marketing honchos came up with for the production guys, totally irrelevant to the song . On radio, what you think and hear is what you feel and then the sparrow starts squealing like a freaked out deer.what nonsense?!!.Books are good. The next best thing to do than reading a book you don't like reading is collecting imaginary globules of air different people have breathed and labeling them according to how much you like or hate them. I'm the biggest idiot in the world. After god.And after you, obviously.

jump crazy, knock me down and sing loud the blues.and then eat, and maybe sleep...and eat again. then read something in between.WHAT A GOOD TO DO NOTHING DAY!!!!!!.

People need to learn resoluteness. At one point of your life, you have them saying one thing at one point only to absolutely contradict it.
"nitthin, you are responsible" thats what my teacher said when i broke a test-tube in high school.
" you are not at all responsible". Thats what my profs say now. Well DUHH! is it my fault mechanical engineering labs dont have test tubes?......what people don't get is for everything that somebody says about somebody else at a given time, another person will say, at the same situation at another point of time, the absolute opposite of it. Its a law Murphy forgot putting up, because he didn't care to remember.

The fan rotates.what most people don't notice is that fans always rotate in a clockwise direction.but then coming to think of it, they also don't notice the shit under their shoes.Its funny how the a one ton AC hums. I thought these heavy ones scream.But it turns out that they hum.Hum.Tum.The fun part about songs is they slow down time.time also slows down in a lecture.Maybe all lecturers were sopranos in their previous birth, or aimed to be one someday but ended up at the wrong end of the rainbow.If P.K.Rhotagi ended up being a soprano, he would be more famous for his facial twitches that his voice, which sounds like a mating frog having a bad stomach day.There is something I am really missing,not sure about it, maybe its sanity. or maybe its just me.

"you raise me up"- song by josh groban.what a song.Now what shall I say, here goes the lyrics
you raise me up, so that I fall flat on my face.
you raise me up, and I fall again like a coconut from a tree.
you raise me up, not knowing I am a jerk,
you raise me up, ....... but who cares.

you wake me up, abcde ...12456....!@# fghijk.....;
you raise me up,.....................;
you wake me up,oh; what a pain to my sleep,
you raise me up, but who the fuck likes waking up?
you raise me up, to rip off tunes from titanic.
you raise me up,like I really care,
you raise me up, why, oh why, do you even care?

S.A.D............................................MY MATTRESS IS FLAT.

Harry potter was big heartburn.....the movie, romance...everything except emma watson suckeddddddddddd. Now let the J.I.Joe(s) come, hope at least that would do some justice.

No matter how much I try, how long I try, I can't seem to stop talking to myself in my head.most of the time I feel like I'm woody allen on crack, muttering gibberish to myself and then arguing it over and over again, all in my head.Its tough being a lot smarter than you actually think you are, it really is.Some days I just wish some jerk hit my head hard knocking me unconscious so that I could be at peace for a while, but thats the problem with the jerks, you never find jerks when you need them the most.

4the year blues........final days in college, the sheer no. of papers I have successfully accumulated over the past academic years, the compulsion on a working model project... and the most important part- the persistence of the "devil may care, who gives a damn" attitude.GOD!!!!!!B.Tech ended up being a bitch, initially the dejection at the lackluster course contents, then the faculties with "we are dumb" stickers written on their forehead.Those are magical stickers though.Only smart people (like me) could see them. The "yes master" batch mates never kind of seem to see it.Sad.whatever, coming to the point, even though I never thought I would, I am kind of feeling a wee bit sad on getting into the final phase.....hoping to get some good memories,good friends and great fun.Thats it with the senti part. The fun part is I still got time ....and nothing much to do.what a bore..............................

A basket-case.Me or the world, no idea. Have no idea about what shit we got ourselves into regarding the project that we were supposed to do.Roaming around with old schoolies suddenly seems to make me so and depressing low....everybody else is so busy talking about their jobs I'm kind of feeling singled out for jumping a year...again.
HEAT.The only thing in common for Delhi and Chennai. and then there is me . :-)
And bought a pulsar 220,....bikes' good ..very good condition actually.I AM BORED TO DEATH :-( :-(

wasn't kidding about the ripping part......chk out the blog
its definitely not mine, coz i definitely aint tht vain

http://shunkytheinvincible.blogspot.com/

Today, 7/7/2009; my worst fears materialized.I have been such a brilliant epitome of verbatim that a mortal soul asked me if he could rip-off my blog into his.And by rip off,I mean absolute rip -off...the cut-copy-paste one.WOW. Feels like receiving a Field's award for my hyperbole(yes, I am in love with the word hyperbole).Being the benevolent soul that I am, I decided to let him go forward with it...after all, knowledge is to be shared. Never thought regressive evolution would reach such a pinnacle. Bet this is definitely the day the people at Delta squad at Amity feared for the worst. This is apocalypse.The end of the world.Salvation shall soon be only a hope in the realm of the dreamers!!!!!-by the way terminator 4 was a big let down,what a waste of christian bale's acting skills!!!still sobbing over the let down.Its upto Potter and guys at Hogwarts to save the day.by the way,where the hell did Supes go?

Watching the complete JLA series everyday wasn't my kind of fun, nor is being bored all day looking up at stupid facebook apps. Days are boring.Nights the more unintresting.Holidays dosen't exactly rhyme with fun now a days.whatever.

Last week got this real grudge about gravity and the fact that it sucked.hell.who cares?.Going home soon.And no,I am not jumping crazy happy.I guess my happiness has become less geo-centeric.I feel good about the fact that I am going home, but so is everybody else in my college.WTF!.Its not like my college decided to give my perfect 10 Gpa for doing absolutely nothing in the 3yrs I have "studied" here. The only thing that has happened to me after school is retardation.School was bliss, the only fear was of the dirty faces that the princi made when he saw me....yes,u'r right, me.Not even my freaking paper with the results, just me.He never cared to look at my papers to see how good(or bad, or worse, pathetic,redundant.......time for my next verbal diahorrhea pill) were, I just seem to have that effect on most people.And so I qualify the basic necessity to be a good manager, giving people a sick feeling about themselves without actually doing any real activity. The blog windows got a "label for this post" option below with examples of scooters,vacation, fall. Ironic. I know it, Google is bitching with me. Here I am hoping I get a vehicle next session, praying for a vacation and on a academic downhill which more resembles a bungee jump fall.....and wow. To hell with freaking google. Seems the pill is having its effect.....dozing off ...now.

It was while taking a stroll in the park that the seemingly obvious irony of my life hit me and being the obnoxious wretch that most people assume I am, i seemingly ignored it in the general cacophony of the day-to-day trivialities. Though it is totally another thing that I haven't taken a stroll in any park in a long, long while and the above sentence was just the expression of the bright side of the verbal diarrhea (without the explicit abuses) that I often seem to fall into ,I love a ego massage once in  a while. O.K, thats enough of me now.There are more surrealistically profane absurduties going on in the world around, the gutters of it filled with the blood and the filth of the savage breed of humans trying to survive their everyday vanities. All those who now uptill here have got the truth stuck right in their face about the circus around them, think out this too. Bullshit.Like I give a damn.Its all about me and if it isn't about me, then it isn't there.The world is a beautiful place, its the most beautiful thing that could happen ever. If someone thinks the world is a fucked up place to be in, thats just because of his fucked up view due to a fucked up prespective . Even the Gods high up in the world are jealous of this place........................and thats enough linguistic vomit to puke in a day.Goodbye, .....burn and die.(The last line, the goodbye.. one is actually haiku poetry, and yes, I am the ultimate authority of haiku in the universe, all those who question it shall do so at their own mortal peril....and burn in the stinking bowels of hell's wretched slimeballs.).

To the guy out there who thinks a guy who writes such a blog has no life,there's a question.-so what?.(and if nobody who reads this thought of it, well it just goes to prove I am well ahead of the game.).so,"hello,world!".For 2 years of programming trials, this is where I always end up with, as if somebody is really going to notice.by the way, totally bored and hence this blog.

Suffering from amnesia, would love to meet the owner of this stupid blog
-nitthin's brain.

Shit,ran out of poem and the gupta is again pissed and lanba is too exited and the bengali is as usual hopeless.tomo, my bday and i regret it.think i should forget my ass and its sensory perception for a while, it has my condolences,along wid the shiity kanpuris.

love is beautiful,but so is mars.but that dosent mean you indulge in it.i love the college fests,they teach you what fests aren't supposed to be.desktop cpus are noisy,brrrrrr.Guess whats good about birthdays,nothing.first you get ass-whooped and then your money is squandered, its more like,kill-the-guy day and not birthday,or mayb thats what bdays are about.god,i hate whats coming my way.

Blogging.

some gupta seems pissed....i love guptas...met one,a good friend..a chance to meet another,i better be dying.its a beautiful place, with all the ugly faced people having a waltz believing themselves to be beautiful.The other day, i heard a girl refer to the masala dosa as "wow, sexy masala dosa". Now thats it, can't take it anymore.For goat sake(decided on goat instead of god for 2 reasons-1-it rhymes wid god.duhh!!.2-don't wan't baba ramdev running behind me for including God and Sexy in the same convrsation) , it was only masala dosa...if she had been referring to her friends, maybe that would have been appropriate.I love breads, they get the shit out of you so soon you don't even realize it.And its pretty strange, the gupta loves it.I tell you, they aren't Carbon based life form, they must be bread based or something, with salads loaded for variety.And i still don't believe i ams so bored i got to update this blog...of all the worse shitty ideas i have come up with, this tops the list.The sad part is i believe i am good at it.well thats natural for all guys too smart who end up looking dumb, i guess.