self Floccinaucinihilipilification

(Fade to black running in excessive volume)

I do not know why this bloody number is given so much importance.....

"Cmere hey ! Hey!!
That's Rachel....she's the one who used to live here
Might as well be honest with you....we love her
But we cant have her
I really miss her"

- Joey to a shaggy dog

My hundredth post......The centurion

I would like to blame the ppl who caused me to write this blog in the first place, for it to have reached such a "golden" state.........How dare you mess with my life???!?! (Griz is already going bonkers by now reading all this)

Especially you, you, you and you of course you bitch !

By this time, my faithful readers will have ascertained and or or or and or and or guessed (correctly) that mr li's ( that is me) joie de vivre is at an alltime low......

As my mind floats between homely issues, officely issues and other issues (there always HAVE to be some issues pah! ) and i land on the thought focused on confirming that query of yours (stated above), I will say the following words : "That bitch shudnt have....huh? what?! Oh yeah...yes yes you are right"

Being a man
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Recently I learnt that men have higher powers of controlling their emotions and not brooding about something and not making a big deal of something......They also are, apparently, lucky to be born as men ! Cos they have so many advantages ante !! I've also heard men being portrayed as almost close to heartless creatures (not possessing the ability to feel much)

The line that punched me aka the punch line ---->

I was also told recently to "control my feelings and be a man"


...................

"........He looked at her as she carried on doing her usual work, her typing and gathering her stuff as she prepared to leave for lunch..... HOW ?! How could she not understand what went on in his mind? Inside his heart?! Cos if she knew, then it would seem miraculous, her words and her actions.....But then again, his emotions were not of an ordinary nature were they? Some would call them foolish, but he couldn't help being, thinking ...... FEELING the way he felt..... And caught between his feelings/desire and reality, which sadly were in conflict in his case, and painfully aware of both but not at the same time (AAHA!), he toiled.....he continued to toil

.....And as he thought of how the words, the exact same words above could someday make good reading material to some ppl, he came out of his evening based reverie and thought again abt that sharp pain in his heart/chest...... And focused again on his work.....Without success, needless to say................"

To live is to die playing now..............Just pierces you, nothing short, that song does, especially the slow part in the middle !

Ashte .... saakaythu, saturation

Turn the page murali
Malko hogu muchkondu....

No time to think abt subjects n all

Bekittaaaa?

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekitta????

Wise man once said "Know your role and shut your mouth, jebroni!"

Hear hear ! I'd pay to have that repeat in the innards of my inner brain forever for some time(contradiction kaansta?)......

Rudity ginta, ninage indu sikkida ondu vaakya, adrallidda nija ninnanna chakita golisithu magane ! tathaasthu anta devaru kotta vara anta muchkondu itko ! ninge olledu.......

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I ate mangoes of my house today !! For the uninitiated, there groweth a mango tree in the back of my house's backside....... We, thru learned sources, found out that by plucking the fruits in the kaayi stage, and storing them in baskets filled with hullu, the fruits will ripen and we shall be able to enjoy successfully and ably the sweet old mango king of all fruits

All kidding aside, the one person whose facial expression and gleam in the e.(this is wodehouse style....he just cant write "eye" there....he has to write e.) just are inescapable and non-erasable from my head is my good ol bro ! how he would've liked to get his molars and canines into one of these juicy babies, only him and me know (Padma, is THIS right english?!?!?!?)

A toast to you, oh brother, every mango vaate i squish and squeeze from now on shall be in ur name !!

My hp bag containing food

............is what I went back for to the site of the calamity (In a very, VERY short description of what happened, there was an accident caused by me due to "dangerous driving" on JC road this monday)

The main (and only)point I would like to make here is :

There is atleast one cocksucking motherfucker auto driver (oh sorry, "bastard") in Bangalore, who when offered twenty two rupees fifty paise against a meter of twenty three rupees,in a moment of crisis (he knows abt the crisis ) refuses to oblige as a human being and shows his ugly inner side by asking for twenty five rupees

God does have a sense of humour
- Col Frank Slade, Scent of a Woman

Circumlocution

Today's saying of high value : "Maatu nudidare hoythu, muttu odidare hoythu"

( Words if spoken are gone, pearls if broken are gone)

Nailed in my head
From my creator
You gave me a life now
Show me how to live


So I dub me unforgiven........

Ppl have told me I talk a lot.....Ppl have called me goofy, stupid, irritating (Did i miss anything?)
I just used to shrug them off to believe in myself and my identity (refer to prev post for good qurt qobain quote)

Now, its time to take some time off

P.S : Circumlocution avoids circumlocution

No change I cant change I cant change

I cant be him
I cant do that (Right now)

The point is maybe, I needn't....I shoudln't........

Even if i did, it would make no difference.....

Hence :

Two things more are supposed to be reported here :

........D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so........

........D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry........

AND

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.

dont u shiver??

Had to siphon this off my head......

Time 8:55 AM
Mood : Sad

You would be too, if you dreamt of sad things.....Not by choice, lemme tell u

First, I dreamt my brother was coming back home.....Upon asking my dad as to the time of his arrival, lo ! the brother actually arrived !!!! We are full talking and all, and the lights went out ! Blink ! Blank ! Black !

And then, it hit me ! I was half asleep and half awake when i realised that he aint coming back for atleast three more months.....The realisation shook me to my very core....felt really sad, and because of the inadequacy of warm clothing or the monsoon breeze sensing my vulnerability sent one its toughest soldiers, I shivered like crazy !! The mental realization and the bitterest breeze ever together made it a total kaala paani experience ! :(

Then I manage to get entry back into the crowded pub called sleepland.....where i start dreaming that a person very close to my heart has stopped talking to me and is not even making eye contact with me !! I stand there right there as the person walks by and there is no sign of recognition, forget the warmth that i am used to !!!! It seemed so surreal yet real !!!!!! That knocked the wind out of me......I woke up not knowing what to say and did stuff like a zombie !!!

Am here going now to attend a training ! oops its 9 already !!??!?!?! FUck the bitch in the bathtub, the day just gets worse n worse.......

Arz kiya hai

Me n mah frend go to coffee day aitha? then frend is full ready and hungry n all full decided full to order chamak at once ! But me is undecided, tho hungree......Frend rattles of long order...."I'll take a balck forrest pastree and a veg wrap"........It sounded long pa.....

And disinterested ordertaker with state of the art mobile billing machine turns towards me

I say "I'll take two minutes"

I'll let you calm down, get off the floor and leave a comment at ur own leisure......

Take time to read this

Was sitting watching tv with parents flipping channels, when an old faded print movie came with the late Mr Gurudutt in it. Me was always mystified by stories i'd heard abt him and his movie making techniques and skills as an actor etc etc.....So continued to watch it.....And lo....wat was to turn up in the movie, but one of my all time favorite songs sung by Mr Hemant Kumar and picturised oh so amazingly on the one and only Mr Gurudutt....I guess he lives on in ppl like me....

You might need some time and brain power to digest this one :)

Jaane Vo Kaise Log The Jinake
Pyaar Ko Pyaar Milaa
Hamane To Jab Kaliyaa.N Maa.Ngii
Kaa.Nto.N Kaa Haar Milaa
Jaane Vo ...

Khushiyo.N Kii Ma.Nzil Dhuu.Ndhii To
Gam Kii Gard Milii
Chaahat Ke Nagame Chaahe To
Aa.Nhe.N Sard Milii
Dil Ke Bojh Ko Dhu.Ndhalaa Kar Gayaa Jo Gamakhaar Milaa
Hamane To Jab ...

Bichha.D Gayaa... Bichha.D Gayaa Har Saathii Dekar
Pal Do Pal Kaa Saath
Kisako Furasat Hai Jo Thaame Diivaano.N Kaa Haath
Hamako Apanaa Saayaa Tak Aqasar Bezaar Milaa
Hamane To Jab ...

Isako Hii Jiinaa Kahate Hai.N To
Yuu.Nhii Jii Le.Nge
Uf Na Kare.Nge Lab Sii Le.Nge
Aa.Nsuu Pii Le.Nge
Gam Se Ab Ghabaraanaa Kaisaa, Gam Sau Baar Milaa
Hamane To Jab ...

Anybody interested in further understanding of such poetic beauty might leave comments.

Oh by the way, the genius who created this is Mr Sahir Ludhianvi....Respect !

Ama'j'ing

Time : 4:30 PM
Date : 14th May, 2006 a Sunday

Hmm...

Just back from another 'reunion'......For a guy who had always felt sort of detached from 'the gang' near my old house, two reunions in two weeks might seem hard on the guy. But it was ok. The only thing hard to digest after this meeting was probably the pizza we ate.

The participants of this rendezvous were different. One significant difference I must say. After ages, I met Hemanth. And I must say, it felt good. It felt good to be in the midst of those old johnnies (Sheeni and Manu being the others....Altho sheeni i meet often, in the presence of the "boys" its a totally different setting). The chat topics were mostly on the amusing side obviously,sustaining heavily based on the events of the past. But there were some present life based updates (mostly from hemanth and lil from manu...you wont believe what all hemanth has been upto ! ), some clouds gathered in the atmos and we all limited ourselves to listening intently and raptly to the speaker, be the talk be about the movie that hemanth just finished making or manu's current love interest(Dont freak oh co red devil, not a lot of ppl who read this know u! :) )

But as i was saying, these meetings have a tendency to get to you a tad. Cos of all the memories that we no doubt, without fail, somehow, tend to relive. Most of them are happy. And that is the hardest part (FUcking crazy song by coldplay). It contrasts so much with the present, it leaves u with a feeling "ah! the simpler times !".........And of course no matter how detached i felt, there were so many ppl around.....I was never alone................................

(I wish I could just keep writing dots for a long time now....)

And of course there is that one person associated with my old neighborhood, who manages to crop up in the innards of my brain everytime i even think abt my past. Hemanth promptly brought the topic up just as we were heading homewards, after a nice cup of filter coffee (slowly becoming a huge fan) from kalmane coffee (THE jaynagar's THE hangout ! Rocks beyond all comprehension !) cos lets face it....He was very much part and parcel of what happened and hence brought it up....But I must say I was pleasantly surprised and caught off guard by this thoughtful enquiry by this obscure weird man......I told him in as calm a way as possible the existing situation, and we departed with a "Touch alli irana"..........

He he........

Secret

I am holding onto a secret


The thing about secrets is, the more alien the person to u is who is the victim (aha! what a word the usage the a) of the secret, the more liable u are to just let it off ur chest and beam with happiness and pride....

But as it gets nearer and dearer to u, the more susceptible u are to ending up guarding the secret which puts u only, in more jeopardy....One slip of the tongue and the peppermint u are sucking on is down the drain (u get what i mean.....)

But this time, this is a matter so furious and ridiculous, that only one person other than me knows about it and its driving me crazy....He he......Ill hold onto it.....seems fun.......being kiddish again

Jolly Jolly Monday morning

"....And it was only fan ta C"

(Guitar strumming....)


"The wall was too high as u can C:"


(More Guitar strumming....)


"No matter how he tried he could NOT BREAK FREE!"


(Guitar again.....)

"And the worms ate into his brain!"

Sound of one mosquito buzzing "kuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy", lil bit amplified......

God

Before i get to the actual post, two things

1) This post is mostly in kannada written in english...so some ppl mite find this difficult to comprehend...Translation has been provided by Mr Kind Blogger aka Me
2)
John
Peter
Abraham
Mihailovic
Johnny
Alicia

Sheetal, Here are the "names" u asked me to take... I hope u r happy/satisfied :D

Namaskara, Ranga shankarakke swagatha...dayavittu tamma mobi

(yeno madthidya lo?!)

Idhu nenne "mukta" nalli nadeda sambhashanegalu....tunukugalu.....daridra, serial na hate nemmadiyaagi, sampoornavagi madakke bidode illa seetaram eethara scene galella torsi...Madhu, ninge ondu sannadaada update idu anta anko :P

"........Haagalla Arundhati, Nimage novvu maadbeku annodu nanna uddesha khandita aagirlilla....Neevu sukhavaagi, santoshadinda, utsaahadinda badukabeku annode nanna aase....aadre nimma santoshada vichara bandaaga naanu tumba swaarthi aagogtheeni arundhati.....Aa santoshakke karana naane aagirbeku, nimage naanu tumba santosha kodbeku, nanninda neevu ananda padi beku anta ansoke shuru agogatte...."

(huh!!!?! number 1)
Translation : I surely want to see u happy arundhati, but when it comes to ur happiness, I become selfish ! I start feeling that I want me to be the reason of ur happiness....I want to cause happiness in you....I want to bring u happiness in any form

".......Nimage arundhati avara mele moha hogilve? ....... Nimage enu huttadaaginda arundhati avara mele preeti itte? Illa thaane? Neevu arundhati avaranna paris ge karkondu hogi avara manakke kundu baro antha kelsa madakke hortidri...yaavaglu arundhati avara mane avarige kaata kodtidri neevu.....aadre paschyataapadinda, nimage avara mele ondu dina preeti huttitu....aa preeti huttiddu neevu nimminda ne anta bhaavisideera....adhu tappu....adhu bhagavantana ichche....aa preeti, arundhati avara melina gaurava, nimmannu olle manushyanannaagi parivartisitu...adhu kooda bhagavantana ichche aagitthu.....eega neevibbaru bere aguttiruvudu kooda aa bhagavanta ichche.....nanna tappu, nanna taayiya tappu anta bhavisodu ahankaara agatte.......idarinda kooda nimage ollede agatte bhaya pada bedi....yella bhagavanta ichche !........preeti shashvata anta bhaavisideera...adhu tappu ...."

Translation : You are still longing for arundati? Do u think that u loved arundhati since birth? Remember u troubled her family and caused her a lot of grief...But thru remorse and repentance, u started loving her one day..do u think the reason of that love was you? No ... It was the wish of The Lord....Thru the love, u changed as a man, u became a good person....That was the wish of The Lord too...Now that u are destined to part ways, that is the wish of The Lord too....To think that it is your or anybody else's fault is arrogance...It is always the Lord's wish....This will bring u good too, do not worry..U think love is permanent, forever? THAT is wrong !

(spoken like a true sage ! sikkapatte huh!?!?!)

Can this be true? Is it possible that u have no control over ur actions? Are u being guided and are just the machine doing the actual pumping of the gas and transmission of motion??? Or is all this a point of view to support u in moments of grief?

I did like the point about love tho....

Snowball(s to you)ing effect !

Yup...Me is writing thick and fast posts.....It takes being written in no time with my super typing skills hence they are fast.....Most of them can fill up books, and thats how they are thick

Just a nice feeling, the night breeze washing over u and u listening to the masters of metal at night time !!! Here is a rather careless and wicked (so their image!!!!) set of lines

"...........And my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Of this beaten path i reign.........."

Sudden Gnaaanodaya aaithu ! Onthara chenagide ansthu....thrill banthu.......life is all about such cheap thrills ansatte....Cheap gina, I might want to say shortlived, momentary bubbles of happiness that come and go "fufth" just like that within seconds.....There is no durable joy i guess....And amidst all this, we have sorrow to deal with tooo...cos of all that philosophical crap about balance....bevu bella....happy sad....aaaaaaaaah screw it ! Nange bella saaku? Yaavong beku bevu? Whoever cooks up these philosophies pa !! sheesh !

I better go to bed now illai ?

S.P : .song Metallica a from are above lines The

Questions

I ask too many questions....People who talk to me must get tired....Why this why that? WHat did u mean? Which one? When? Who said that? Who me?

Aaargh ! I just want to clarify....And either ppl talk out of turn/context or I am ridiculously slow sometimes...Thats the beauty of it....Sometimes my mind is like....Trrrrrrrrrrah ! Siestaaaaaaaa

Che

Being s(u)p(p)ortive

Yes this post is about being s(u)p(p)ortive about the contents/tpoic of main focus of this post... But i "expect" neither from my readers cos *****My Life Update****** I've recently realised that to expect is to sin and Its always ur fault/U are responsible for what happens.......I used to think that to expect "unrealistic" or "illogical" things was a gross error, but then so many expectations have just gone for a toss andre, I feel that right/wrong, reasonable/unreasonable have lost meaning for me....
Also, ppl hardly see ur point of view...when u are explaining that to the other person, they take out some butter, smear it on u, and smoothly turn the conv their side... (I've seen this happen....literally...I swear ! )
And oh oh oh ! Honesty hurts....De V RE !!!! How many marks there are on my ass of things coming back and biting me andre......Speak ur mind out and its back at u SNAP SNAP SNAP !!!! Eeshk !
******End of My Life Update*****


Tut Tut....Lets get to the core of this post, thru which I intend to have fun..... So me and my iPod decide to go get ourselves all sweaty n stuff (well it was mainly his idea, dont u know?) with some serious (Everything has to be very much thought abt and serious with me) shuttle ho! So we head out and find some bally young and old men swinging their rackets around, what ! And I jump in the fire and before I am blinking, Me and my sorry ass have been beaten quite severely (ouch!).... I say cmon maite ! You shud pick urself up now....And pick i did myself, only to be admonished again !! Well, this court aint lucky for me, what ! I thought to myself and shifted to pair up with an old johnny, with whom i made some progress but still lost to two young chappies, who looked down on me immediately after the game without fail.... (thats part and parcel of that place i go to...pros come there and use us poor blokes as practice material ! )

Now I get myself out there and am narrating the tale of two courts to my iPod, when i start pondering upon the reason for my inability...and then i realise that its not ME thats kirieked....What could poor old me, who hasnt touched a racket in a month, do in a land of strangers who play everyday ?!? So it came down to lack of that magical touch i know i possessed (thank u thank u far too kind ! :P )....And why was that? I didnt play enuf....Whom to play with? I know four blowkes who i could go to for assistance :

Blowke 1 : He's a simple guy....Quite quiet n all, dont u know? Travel takes up most of his day....And weekends just go by in the company of that amazing entity called sleep i guess....Dono much more abt this so wont comment

Blowke 2 : He's a dashing guy...but alas, a prey of the intoxicating and luring substance called sleep.....Also, he'd anyday prefer a stroll on brigade road window shopping to a sweaty, tiring game of some sport.... If u do get his time, of which u arent allowed much i guess, (NO NO NO SUNDAY!!!!) then when u ask him to turn up at around 9:15 he will surely be there for u at no less than 9:45 maybe 10 !

Blowke 3 : Alas, distance is against this man of some sporting intent.....He for all practical purposes doesnt live in Bangalore !! Also, u would wanto use him ideally for paying compliments to the ladies and making their cheeks go red and heating up the backside of their necks n stuff like that, what ! Lethal Weapon he is, dont u know?!

And last but the least....

Blowke 4 : I again do not know much abt this guy.....But i do know that he apparently sees only himself !! Wow.....that is a hard partner to play a sport with......And apparently he is scared....Now i know any straight aka heterosexual man should be afraid of sodomy, but this is a different kind of cock dude...........

Look, it eventually boils down to me....If my ONLY option is to go fight it out with the pros, who see right thru u (they dont notice u....its like u arent there), and get an occasional game in somehow and find some moments of thrill and bliss and whatnot shit in that, then so be it....J P Nagar sports club ! Here I come !!! :D

Shit happens

I have joined the orkut community shit happens to acknowledge the fact that shit happens....It is a comforting fact to know that shit happens and more so that i know that i know that shit happens

(Almost lost control cos of the urge to keep on typing that i know that i know that i know ......)

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Even though I have been labeled a jerk, stupid, disgusting, mean and other such very mild expletives for something i DID, WITHOUT THE CURSER KNOWING A SHIT FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED AND THE REASONS FOR WHY I DID WHAT I DID !!!, you just move on.....Trust i seek and i find in me ashte.....
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And I 'm moving on
I'm moving on.......

Quoteo(ayyo)rama

Ok another one of my beauties....I just conjured this outta thin air.... not too technical but related to IT :P ....

Oh any unintentional plagiarism to be dearly excused

"You know uve typed a lot for the day, when ur hand asks u to read between the lines"

Swalpa twisted.....Actually kitthogiro quote.....Hogappa....Baayige bandiddu bardbidodu...

Hmmm Thats why blogs are there alva?? Hmmm

Chapter two

Were you tuned in?!? I was contacted by only one disappointed customer (disappointed for the delay) and hence am disappointed.... sche

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways,

Our hero has done some stupid things, listened to trouble some times (It is a lovvvvvvvvvaly song by coldplay, don't you know? what ho! ) and then gave everything up....ashte

I threw my hands up in the air (and caught them too ! absolutely spiffing feat, what?) and said....naanu maanava (moole maamsada tadike...ahem...digressing here)....nanninda ishte agodu...naanu tappugalu maadtheeni....naanu tappu maadi maadi eshtu sakaagogide andre lekka idalla inmelinda....bekiddovru bandu tamm tamma sorry galanna keli padiya takkaddu..... U want it ? Come get it...I am full of sorrys here cos I seem to have committed so many blunders..... Naananthu yochsalla..... yaaru yen bekadru madkolli..... naanu nodtheeni sumne koothkondu.... yaarinda yenu beda nange (keluvrna bittu...like tarkaari angdi, milk man, cable guy, my house maid, a couple of my friends) ...... nanninda yenadru beku andre keli..... aadre kodtheeni.....

Another thing ive been doing is listening a lot to loving the alien..... adentha mahatthara waada haadu andre aaha ooho !! Inna khatarnaak sambhava nadediddu nanna badukinalli itteechige andare, samanvitha avaru bandu nanna kanasalli moderate level of excellence nalli "aadat" haadannu, lyrics nanna baayinda ne keli, poora haadidaru..... adyaako kaane, swalpa emotional setting kooda itthu.... echchra aadmele kann kann bitkondu swalpa hotthu nodtha koothidde.... "kuyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaa" anta ondu solle hoythu nan pakka ashte.... malkondbitte

I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens

Huh !

Oh No ! I see ...

Trouble brewing at Ally Valley ! Will our caped crusader be able to survive the questions of "Why ME!?!?" "Why am i me?!?!" and other such baseless variants !!

Stay tuned to the next episode of .......

Too tired to complete this post.... Just plain fucking tired of everything

Limits

Daayam pada hua tere dar par nahi hoon main
Khaak aisi zindagi pe ki patthar nahi hoon main

Hadh chahiye saza mein uqubat ke vaaste
aakhir gunaahgaar hoon kaafir nahin hoon main

Nandu, Mine, Mera,

A Build that takes 5 hours and fails to achieve its purpose doesn't just build code..... It Builds character.......

Fiction

WARNING : Highly cheesy and uninteresting post..... u may avoid it



Let me portray a picture here.... Kinda nice it is if u can get into the shoes of one of the characters....

Woman, Mom, protagonist (aka heroine)
Daughter (who is just bloody cute ashte) called from now on as BC... bloody cute (somehow not in the mood to say fucking cute)

BC has a boyfriend, BF of course. CLiched i know, but nobody can avoid cliche can they?

Guy who runs a diner... Is friend of Woman....... Kinda close they are.... Woman shirks off the subject of whats between them everytime..... Mostly portrayed as grey area friends (one of the grey areas of the story)

Guy's nephew turns up from nowhere.... Is a bit of a trouble maker, irresponsible n all..... but good at heart and nice guy.... nephew and BD become friends..... well.........

Nephew causes enough trouble........ So is kinda forced to leave town (he leaves more on his own decision)..... By then BC and nephew have become "better friends" (I hope u get exactly what those two words mean).... and BC's relationship with BF has become way too comfortable, with the fizz having gone out or some shit like that...


Newphew makes long distance call to BC after moving outta town... that obvi gets BC thinking... So she ditches school (very studious kind... not found usually ditchin school n all), takes a bus into a town she has never visited and goes to meet nephew ! Nephew is cool n all... not least bit surprised... He only cares enough for u, that small smidgen, tiny amount required ashte... hence the lack of surprise.... If u saw him u'd almost think he was being rude.... they both have an innocuous nice day around town eating stuff of road carts, visiting CD shops etc etc... BC has to go back home.... when nephew asks her right at the end "Why did u come to visit me?!" She says "You didnt say goodbye"

..........................

Grey area : What does BC feel for nephew?!

duniya goal hai !!!

What a saying !! I saw taht in one of the world cup ads recently ! Incredible alla ?!

Anyways, this post is dedicated to me playing football recently again.... The setting was perfect ! It was to prove my mettle, but in a place where there were neither too many ppl nor was it a good ground n all ! (I know I am no big shot, but there aint no harm in expecting a lush green field n all :P )

So seven ppl gathered for this call up for team selections for a 5 a side tournament in my company.... name not taken for ahem... uh... err.... u know.... for ....... NO REASON :D :P

Hence since we all were thus football enthusiasts (Hence and thus not needed alla?) we decided not to leave without "kicking the ball once"... That turned into a 4 vs 3 match.... Yeah u guessed it right ! ur hero was on the latter side ! A floating goalie, one floating midfielder and one floating striker (all me in different points in time ... thribble acting wah !! :P ) was the formation for those keeping track.... But lemme just outline some of my moments and contributions in a game that we won (yeah baby !! I was keeping score mentally :P :D .... "I'm so hollow baby I'm so hollow" )

1) Mr opponent on right hand wing gets the ball and is moving along the flanks with considerable (over) confidence... Mr Murali is defender at that moment..... Close ur legs (cos keep ur legs open and whoosh a pass thru them !) , watch the ball and opponent's feet, and make a tackle at the right time !!! Thats a score, danger averted !!!

2) opponents rushing onwards with full josh and stamina (yeah early part of the game... otherwise soft engs and stamina ?!!? Opposite ends of the football pitch id say)... Mr opponent takes one too many luxurious heavy touches, and ball lands at Mr Murali who is defender turning into attacking midfielder (I'd to grow some hair to make that transition :D ).... Undeterred and aiming to get possession back opponent charges like wiiiiiiiild buffalo (gooli, emme, Kona, etthu etc etc pick one)... Murali does clean calm cool collected, come core c ctarting cwords, nutmeg on opponent to move on .... hee hee sakkath maja banthu

3) Murali boy is now on left flank, having just got possession of the ball.... In the center is a team mate screaming for the ball (u know how they get.... glory hoggers !)... Murali keeps looking at the opponent, each moment playing the ball down the flank lil bit more, does a dummy pass to the center only to drag it forward and shoot at the goal at the last minute !!! Bravo Bravo !! Stunning shot on his weaker foot.....

One guy even asked me whether i played for pesit (my college) !!!!!!!

U'd be thinking by now.... Sari... Hoda ivnu.... Into that land where he is all hyper for no reason.... Lost blabbering blah blah..... Three things brought me back down to earth

1) The fact that if i keep doing such things, It'll lose the charm
2) Raj Kumar being covered in Crime Diary (where's the connection Ravi ?!?!? )
3) We all gotta die someday.........

P.S : Dots left on purpose.... Football terms not explained cos, lets face it who cares !!!!! Comment bisaaki beku andre....

The last piece in the jigsaw

Rain
Ludwig Van - Fur Elise (on ur 1500W Pilips music shyshtem only thank u hic!)
That funny feeling in ur stomach abt her and ................




The last missing piece : Vodka......

P.S : Enqueued are Coldplay and Pink Floyd !!

Satyakke saavilla !

"I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize"
- Green Day, Jesus of Suburbia.

There is nothing to apologize kano...... To me this doesnt mean anything. I dont care. It doesnt care. I care abt the participants. Hence the move Knight to E6. Ashtakke earthquake aagoythu andre? Its time u played around a little bit. Just make sure u are unperturbed abt it and are very much aaram sleep n all..... You are right now, make sure u carry on this form.

No RFCs entertained....

The power of Time - High Arousal

I have always wondered about the power of time... how it is called a healer, how it changes things, how altho sometimes u remain the same time changes things (Griz HAS and WILL argue abt this point.... he will say U MUST'VE CHANGED!).....

Well, me is readin a book called Blink. Its a rather startling book with its main line being, "The power of thinking without thinking"

Majorly intrigued i was by this title, so started to read this book. And he talked abt a part of the mind, which is not under our control but makes some startling decisions for us which we cant account for or explain. Well this post is not abt the book, but a specific part of the book dealing with the mind and time. Some terms and in fact text is from the book Blink (acknowledgement)

When the mind is under high pressure due to a shortage of time, we tend to become "mind-blind". Your heart beat goes very high and ur mind tends to narrow down,significantly, the amount of info it takes in and processes. We go into a high arousal state. We tend to act based on our stereotypes, our deep seated perceptions but not based on what we believe in or even what's right/required!!! A typical example is being a racist even tho u have no conscious ill feeling towards blacks. Here's an example the author quoted which made me jump up on my bed as i lie reading it, to a sitting position and say "whommmmma!! what the !!?!?!" :

This is an assasination attempt at South Korean president. Read it to believe it!
"The assasin stands up, and he shoots himself in the leg. THats how it starts. He's nervous out of his mind. Then he shoots at the president and he misses. He hits the president's wife instead. Kills the wife. The bodyguard gets up and shoots back. He misses. He hits an eight year old boy. It was a screw up on all sides. Everything went wrong. How long do u think all this took?15, 20 seconds ? No, Three point five (3.5) seconds!!!!!!!"

I was like ....

Anyways, I dont believe that this was the fault of a novice assasin or an inexperienced bodyguard. Its purely the power of time !!!!!

New word learnt - muztarb

Yes I am quite a ghazal fan....

Word - muztarb (moo -z- thar b)

Meaning - Torture, high sense of discomfort, pain etc etc

Context :

Asar un par zara bhi nahin hota
Ranj raahat nahin hota
Kyun sune woh arz-muztarb momin
sanam aakhir khuda nahin hota

Translation (COME ON! u didnt think i would be that cruel didja? something this beautiful needs translation it does! )

It makes no difference to them (her in this case)
Pain can never be pleasure
Why should she listen to ur cry of torture oh momin? (momin name of a guy)
After all, lover is not God

Wah wah Momin sir(ghazal author) and Hariharan sir !!!

have u?

How long has it been since u used the word 'igloo' in ur conversation???

Hmmmmm.... I did......

"Do you think that's air you are breathing now??"

"Hmmmm"

Btw the last two lines were one of the best delivered lines, me thought my mr Morpheus in ze Matrix. Ashte.

Oh fuck it !

You are gonna listen to that expletive a lot more in this post so get out if u don want it now !

Anger..... A very interesting emotion.... You can only reach a stage where u are aware that u are angry.... But controlling it, is a totally different question.... It sucks into its bosom, deeper and deeper the penetration only increasing the intensity, and all the while, the most u can do is be aware of it, and maybe control ur free outstretched armed jump into the abyss of insanity.

Today the one way system of Bangalore just displayed its own control over chaotic, crazy, abundant bangaloreans ! KR Circle to Hudson Circle (Nrupatunga Road) was totally blocked cos of some muslim procession i guess.... Hence cubbon park overloaded, vidhana soudha road overloaded, lal bagh, double road, all surrounding areas absolutely shit jammed with fuckling bunches of fucking people including me the fucker, all wanting to go home, blaring their horns parking their fat ass cars, lorries in the road bumping in to each other falling on the road.... a colossal circus, God sitting up there with great Mr phucker Mahaveera on his jayanti and laughing his ass off i guess.... Look at how these kids of mine wana go home.... Haaaaaa hahaha

And if the things running in ur head, are of the sort which bring a queasy feeling to ur head, which make u even remotely angry, then i guess u can say "eat me I'm done !" .... People just walk all over u, and play u (thanks karan maga for this word) and u let them ! Why ? cos u think they are near and dear to u.... well lemme tell u that that, like the one way solution to to bang's trafifc probs, is just an illusion..... Everybody has their own personal lives, and to enrich them and have fun, they play with other people....... ashte...... u play they play go play...... who wins? no .... all losers ashte....... one big :L

Finally I crawl to double road and out of it..... I become so numb I cant feel u there (to my legs).... dragging along a 140 KG monstrosity around at 8:30pm in the night when uare hungry with so much of people surrounding u in metal just creates a numbness in u where u just want time to brake ! ashte
stop
wait
(total silence)
"phew" (echoes)
then start !!!

I'm home.... nothing else matters (acoustic)

P.S : The two of u.... thank u for valuable lessons in the recent past.... I hope i have changed for the better.... I hope the two of u read this soon enuf before both me and u both forget both about both of it.

Have a good day people. Jai chennakeshava.

Joey

(....reading a script of some movie that he has to audition for later)
(In the script, the line is ) "We've to get rid of this body right now !!"

Joey to himself : "Who talks like that? Ok Joey... We have to make up our own lines here.... think!.... hmmmmm ok ! ....... "We've to get up, take this body and go get it gotten rid of" !!!!!!

"Ah thats how people talk !! He he"

Joey cracks me up sometimes...

Saturday Night

Yes I am not in the mood to write elaborate, funny blogs here right now.....

Word of advice..... For self mostly..... When u hurt somebody, it is very very hard to recreate the situation u had going on with him /her..... The trust which u lost, is very hard to regain....... So watch out, what u say....... Then again, this could just be conjecture and my usual paranoic, scheming, assuming brain cooking up things out of thin air....

Saturday had not many plans in it, although sunday night football time promised a lot with a sumptuous fixture of Man Utd vs Arsenal. I am :| to inform u that Man Utd won with a two goal margin, and Rooney scored a breathtaking goal, with the pass leading to the goal being even more high class ! Hence Saturday was still a pain in the neck, prolonging the inevitable, the clash of the giants.... Hence it came to my mind that i could go to karan's house and chill .... Girish also came to my house at around lunch time, we had lunch and we left (mundane details actually)

When we went to karan's house, we thought of all sorts of things that we could do that evening, which we did not end up doing... instead japan had the idea of him staying over at my place.... We turned to griz who immediately shook his head ... na na... no permissions at home... so we thot of dinner and go back home with a coupla soft drinks n stuff to chill at the spot (refer to post below)....... We ended up talking and talking and talking till three in the night at which point my dad gave me a scare of my life, by popping out of nowhere and rebuking us for not having slept ! That was the chilliest point of the night.....

Ashte. That was a great night. Thank you guys. Both of you. Good times.

I hope u can stop gawping at the picture of my house to see the black arrow mark in the top right hand corner. That is "the chill spot" or "the spot" that i was referring to in my birthday post. I know it sounds like a stupid and uncool name for a place, but thats it...... This will be used in my next post so wanted ppl to heads up a give u......

Corrections in my post

This is to notify all readers that there was a gross error in the documentation provided as part of the blog post "two twos" .... Corrections have been posted in bold for the convenience of the readers and not on the insistence of those who were victimised, but on the personal preference of the author...

Post birthday blues

"THE WORLD IS A COMPLICATED PLACE, HOBBES."
"WHENEVER IT SEEMS THAT WAY, I TAKE A NAP IN A TREE AND WAIT FOR DINNER."

two twos

Yeah Yeah I aged a lil bit more.......

is not the attitude which is gonna be present in this post foaks !

Cos it was the perfect birthday that an idealistic realist like me can ask for !!!! (Ah stumped a? or are u saying sheeesh now? Hang on pliss)

Alsoz I will be using the letter 'z'z instead of the comma in this post... so if u find an unauthorized/unwarranted z somewhere remember this line.... I have also added deviant cunning zs in the post plainly for tp sake...

Wake up .... Get down to ground floor (hgdsgblfbf seems such a long way away) and mom is not feeling well.... typical birthday attention diverting crisis momentz requiring services and quick action of considerate son who has been left alone and needs to shoulder the burden of the family (sonwise) entirely !z that murali was looking for.... Murali now haz to get thindi n allz medicine n all n all.... Murali vowz to finish all tasks impending (He also haz decidedz on a personal notez to install the krishna vigraha that krishna gave (did i miss a caps there somewhere?) onto the devrmane platform.... since he has entered devrmanez he intendz to do sandhyavandane also... The whole mysterious sandhyavandane link (krishna gave krishna to murali krishna (hai kalla nice nickname for self!) with munji invitation) seems too tempting to ignore for our hero in crunch time situation)

So some idlis from YESS YELL WEE and we are set to snana

Wait WAit WAAAAAAAAAIT !

Madhu phone madidda
Sakkath kachchda (not as much as amma kachchd him)

Then Petro.... Thanks maga... No expect u first caller..... Mast conversation

Yeah all set to snanaz then swetha calls..... hero thinks bere time ilva idakkez but humors her anyways with talk abt its own work n stuff. Swetha is bejaaaaaaan urkolings abt fact that me intends to yen joy today with some friends for lunch. Little did she know then that the fun would gain compund interest sikkapatte .... Kidding swethaz super that u called first among my college homies !

Then me is snaning and Karan calls ! De Va Re ..... With two soapy hands and revered prayers to loudspeaker feature in 6610, I press ONE battan and yell at karan "karannnnnnnnnnn snana madtha ideeni" ... mugdha jinke mari taraz "oh amele maadtheeni anta itbitta papachi" ... You were second maite !

Then snana and installation procedure complete (Refer to User Guide Chapter 6.1.3) . Urgent idli gulpings with highly questionable chatknee and kitthogiro sambaar ! Then run for medicine for ailing mom, but store closed.... curse ayurvedic shop severely (oops mom picked up the phone !! Stop stop) "amma angdi tegdilla ... aamele tanko aushdi sorry! bye 60 secs aagoythu !) ratatatatatatatat !!! Angdi baglu being opened ! What bartha day luck maga self exclamation buy medicine and rush home deliver it!

Go to office and stop (literally) after lookin at my cube ... Full decorations ! Banner ondu baaki !! Padma sitting therez smug n beatablez says Wish you a very Happy Birthday ! with that formal(cos team members around! shittu uppittu ) yet endearing way of her own... Girish also helped ante (internal colon o)

Modified Text : It was Girish's idea to decorate my cube..... Padma just pitched in..... I am very for the idealogy of credit being given to the proper person ! So there u go maga....... This is in just recognition of the gift that u gave me on my birthday ! :-)

other team mates blabber something but me lost in decorations and..... (ahem !!) .... Krishna's missed call brings me back to rea lee tee.... "Padmaz kris wants us to meet him downstairs".... Offffff we go and he gives me sudha murthy book gift (known after barabaric tearing of wrapping cover... best way to do it!) and tells me abt Illinois Insitute of Technology, MS, Ulsoor, Go Now, Meeting, COurse Details, Half hour spend.... Next thing i knowz I am fighting cunningham road traffic and asking directions !!

I wake up in Ulsoor office where elaborate presentation abtMS is going on... (Ashwin called here sometime... and a karan's failed call again!!! papachi) I bully presenter (excited bald ex army man who will be poked in the hiny next time he is met with me) into cutting presentation short cos iddlis have evaporated.... Meet karan at my officez with others unreachable/not present for my lunch plan.... Go to ramana's where i have hearty laugh over self condemn jokes (I do THAT really well... stop wincing padma!) with friends over satisfying (Togoli Togoli nanna duddu chennagi togoli pliss) lunch..... Make kris and karan gulo gulab jamun/ jamoon and get to seat look at watch 3:30 pm !!!!

No kelsa done yet.... Hardly yeny mood to do yenymore.... After some mail chuckingz chattingz birthday wishes mechanically replying Cake arrives ! Cutting smearing ella aaythappa Devre ! Photo hakideeni... nodkoli ! Santosha na? Seri



Then really no mood to work.... paattu kelangal (lijaning to songs in murali tamil).... then call paddy to rebuke her for absencez but end up melting and showing concern for her sudden mild illness.... Karan jumping up and down abt new phone... I oblige go back home and "help" him buy phone heh........ Showed him the newly found chill "spot" in my house (manege banni thorstheeni)

Griz messages happy birthday at 9:54 pm ..... serrrrrrrrrrrrri ankonde
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What do u expect eh????? Its my birthday and I was waiting for a football match to start hence had time to kill ! 12:05 am ending time I am done

Credits (In order of appearance/calling)

Madhu (for the uninitiatedz bro)
Petro Boy (RaghuRam)
Swethesh
Karan
Krishna
Padma
Ashwin
Karan again
Shilpa
Girish

Somewhere in there was also the spotlight crazy samanvitha :-)

Thank you one and all..... Fantastic Day i had one way or another ! (Krishnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!) .... Some really cool gifts as well..... Hole some day !! Cheers maite !

"V"ow !!!!!

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

"Disdaining fortune with his brandish'd steel / Which smok'd with bloody execution"

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people"

"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof"

"There is no such thing as coincidence, just the illusion of coincidence"

"What you've have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I will no longer be standing, because if I am you will all be dead before you've reloaded"

"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. "

Do i need to say more??!?!?

high restraint

.................... exercised to refrain from taking "your" name


Hi "you"

Yesterday night you told me that u hate it when people said the phrase "yesterday night". You saw the phrase "yesteday night", in my latest post , the one before this,yesterday night , and even corrected me with an alternative, which i decided to start using from yesterday night only ya !!!!

The correction was "last night"......

MakkaLe ? Yellru paTha kalthkonDra? u are supposed to say "last night" ok?....... Today's homework... use that phrase today,whenever u talk about something that happened yesterday night
, oops last night i mean !!!! :D

Okay okay i will stop....... I hope "you" will take this pun well, in the right spirit..... I just couldnt resist this post !! I hope you know me enough to take this the right way :D :P.......

Thanks for the infi anyway, "you"..... :D :P

woman

When a woman cries, I dono if its just me, but, I find something so plainly painful.... Women are so much more emotional than men, and hence when they express it, I get to see so much of it..... And nowadays, whenever I see a woman cry, I feel "oooooooo mama !" inside..... It makes me so uncomfortable, I',m like "i need to do something.....get out of here? console her? say something funny?" ..... I am usually in this chaotic situation during life yes, but it gets quarkic (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA! for the word) when i see a woman cry...... My immediate reaction is to want to protect her (from what?! gottilla exact aagi but protect her ashte)..... One recent episode where i caused a girl, well partly, to cry was enough for me..... I was in a public place and so was she, but it was so overwhelming (me and my big mouth !!! wat a time i had to pick to say something like THAT about her) ..... anyways, that moment also made me realise that i NEVER want to make a girl cry.......... its almost like slaying a unicorn for me :P

Oh by the way, this weekend and past few days (maybe more days to come also)collectively is summarised by the following (Karan, plagiarism zone.... get the fuck out of here) :

Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can
I'm diving off the deep end
You become my best friend
I wanna love you
But I don't know if I can
I know something is broken
And I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way I can

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...

You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...

You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...

The Force

• The will to remain sane when everybody around you seems suddenly weird
• The strength to stall urself, when u just wana lose ur rear tyre and spiral out into oblivion, down the cliff
• The concious effort to hold onto ur reigns when there is a push to let the horses run amok
• The courage to take the deepest test of character and self, when you are doubting ur self and ......... ur self ashte
• The tolerance to allow for coincidence and to understand others !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Too much of it can lead to erosion and overriding of the self...... The ability to draw a line)
• The stability to not let ur mind conjure things out of thin air, To get a grasp of reality and to stop hellifying ur life......

Exactly when these and many more such things are missing, does ur cousin come to u for emotional support !!!

It is time to enter a cocoon...... To get out of me and watch me...... To float, to drift....... To let the rudder go...... there aint no autopilot mode, i know, but such a depressing flight ! No peanuts, No movies, No hot air hostesses........ Just a pilot sitting alone, holding the stick....... ahahahahah ! even thats boring nowadays.......

A lonely child, a bird of sorrow
is all she can see,
'cause people came and changed her as they pleased
She'd wake up in the morning and then she'd kiss the flowers again
Sometimes thinks of people who're not the same

Till
Im
No
one
again

But then again i see that loneliness and sorrow haunts a lot of people in a lot of ways, at a lot of times..... and i question my self...

Papers in the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrowed talk

Is it so?!?!?! I am confused ..... It is a little serenity and calm in my thinking that i need.... It is a little more stability .... aargh ! A little display of ego and yearning of self respect..... yes..... no...... wait........ change for the sake of others......... philosophy....... made by others........ must focus on what my mind says..........

What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most? (did i have one at all sir?)
Gone away


The answer shines like a beacon...... it does...... the shelter from the storm..... the soothing presence...... the halls mint for the soar throat ....... A temporary relief, until the storm passes.....
My road to stability.............

Is that too in jeopardy, I fear???

Smile on my face as i read this

My friends are so depressed
I feel the question
Of your loneliness
Confide... `cause I’ll be on your side
You know I will, you know I will

X girlfriend called me up
Alone and desperate
On the prison phone
They want... to give her 7 years
For being sad

Chorus :
I love all of you
Hurt by the cold
So hard and lonely too
When you don’t know yourself

My friends are so distressed
And standing on
The brink of emptiness
No words... I know of to express
This emptiness

Chorus :
Imagine me taught by tragedy
Release is peace
I heard a little girl
And what she said
Was something beautiful
To give... your love
No matter what

She

These days, I find it hard to sleep with all the heat n stuff..... And yesterday night was no exception as i struggled inside my cocoon of sorts (I am very used to a mosquito net hung around my bed.... the solles can be very pestering)...... Also, I have now woken up twice sometime in the night to have a drink of water, so apparent the thirst becoming as i slept......

But yesterday, I had a weird dream..... weird in the sense that this was a direct result, I am sure, of something i'd read at around eight in the evening yesterday...but that was in a different context and different situation slightly.. What surprised me most is, why of all people SHE came in my dream ! then again, better her than somebody else....

Its about me and a friend.... I also remember that there is some college related function for which a lot of friends of mine are gathering..... Me and this particular friend are sitting in a room in some house, which is supposed to be mine (but isnt) and waiting for other friends.....

We get into this hearty serious conversation, abt why things have turned out this way with the people around us and ourselves...... and the next thing i know, she is hugging me....... and me thought, yeah sensitive topic enuf so a hug is warranted, but wait a minute ! are her boobs this big in real life too??? (cos i know its a dream)...... and it still hadnt gotten all that sexual..... it was just a hug...... its just that i have never been that close to her physically.... and it felt wow ! , warm and nice...... and even though we are both close that physically, we are still talking intimately abt that issue, both being sad and comforting each other..... and then she planted two kisses on either of my cheeks, and me at this point of time was feeling very nervous, excited and remember thinking to myself "Boy !!! is it hot in here?!?!" inside the dream.....

Also, woke up.... maybe for my own good..... went and got memiserableself some water....

Phoebe gets a dream and starts looking at jack geller differently n all..... I am kinda looking differently at her now.... but that only increases my sadness..... so no looking..... only :| ing away for sometime.....

Advertising

I have always been fascinated by what limits can be reached and breached by a thinking and creative mind, especially in the field of advertising.... Now as i sit and silently observe the shit thrown to us in the form of ads nowadays (Right at the time u are having dinner, Mr RaviKiran pops up on ETV Kannada with "Harpic try maadideera???!!!"... no its not just that.. he has pictures of colourful shitholes, dirty ones, non dirty ones... the lot !!.... my fuming mom tells me that its only
at that time that they telecast that ad, the nasty sadists @ ETV kannada, she being quite an avid watcher of the soaps that appear on it), I cant help but wonder from time to time, the effort put into some brilliant and innovative advertising.... No, I am not referring to a falcon riding with a stupid looking emotionless guy, to some far off deserted mountain area, and finally the falcon landing on the outstretched arm of that idiotic moron and they finally tell me some name of a stupid bike.... nor am i referring to other blatant pleas of "our product is not selling... we WILL stoop to such low levels to get some ROI at least!!"

I was subject to an attempt at a brilliantly thought out advertising gimmick, until i realised what it actually was..... Me is sitting at coffee day chatting away, when this dude comes up to me with a bag and says "Excuse me sir" (pause) in that pause, i guessed him to be either a loan seller or survey guy or something ! ... Then to my surprise he says "I am from Bajaj, Apache our new bike sir.... Sir you are the winner of our "Coolest T-Shirt of the Day" contest for today... May i have ur name please?" ...... "And your telephone number?" ...."Thank you sir.... Here's your certificate" (with a nice lil smile)

Now by the time he asked me my phone number, I had a flash of what was going on, cos when he told me about the contest and me being the winner, there was a small sense of "hey!! cooool!!" inside me, with my mind working out the details. The details were : they give u a sense of elation and recognition, at the same time advertising their product !! A natural reaction towards any prize, or recognition is to show it to others right? ANd that is EXACTLY what they wanted !! job done !! Kudos for the thought process.....

My experiments with .......

I made hurlikayi palya and bele saaru the other day.... I ended up burning the hurlikayi palya and putting around three times the necessary amount of hunse hannu rasa into it. The reasons (facts) for the mishaps are as follows : (No blame is intended, on me)

1) I used a very high flame wherever low was needed...
2) I was misguided on the cell phone when me frantically asked the remedy for excess saltity in saaru... I was asked to add all sorts of things available in the kitchen, including hunse hannu rasa (which i had already added once), tomato, water and a potato piece !!! :O Being a novice cook, u can see how easily i was deluded and added some of the above, maybe in wrong proportions :D

A last minute genius like inspiration, however, and some extremely quick thinking in the battlefield (there was smoke everywhere after the hurlikayi palya incident !!!! I coughed my ass (lungs) off !!), enabled me to satisfactorily complete both missions !! The hurlikayi palya was transferred off the battlefield (another vessel) to prevent excess burning and a huge chunk of bella turned a saaru which tasted like whiskey into a saaru with a mild overdose of hunse hannu

My family members and a close friend are still alive after savoring my delicacies prepared by koli manja, aka me.... Thank god, I did not experiment with HCL this time.....

:D :P

Holi

Yes its holi today........ I come to office enormously late (10:55 my watch reads, when i signed in the register for my temporary id... i'd forgotten my id at home). When i enter there are a bunch of people (northis mostly) standing and talking... at that point i had no clue that it was south indian holi day... such things tend to slip my mind these days... I have a hard time remembering my parents' anniversary and stuff like that....

Anyways, the batallion came and ripped thru us poor lambs like lamb chops being made out of lambs by butchers..... As i write this, I am mostly covered in purple ( I also have a poor color sense so it could be some other color too.... imagine something dark bluish) with shades of green, yellow and red also adorning my sick face........ I just let them do whatever they wanted to do.... a consenting rape victim.... a paradox

This activity reminded me of the days when we used to chase and get chased with eggs, filled with silver, the deadliest holi weapon known to mankind.... it was deadly cos of the humiliation of the egg and the stubbornness of the egg yolk..... jus wont go off u !! And instantly, as i was saying "Happy holi" and hugging strangers now and being "teeeka"ed, I was filled with a sudden sense of intense sadness..... this is in continuation with the way ive been feeling lately..... so it wasnt a surprise...... The past has been haunting me nowadays too much for my liking......

As i sit here amidst all the "hue" and cry (get it ?!?! :) ), I am bored of life..... If somebody got shot here on cunningham road, I would jus say "huh ! never seen THAT before" and walk on.....

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P.S : No more he/she s here Krishna....... and no, this blog wasnt easy to write either.....

What drives the nail in the coffin

............... For you to give up.....

Yes I have faced this situation sometimes..... Where in u lose patience (and restraint maybe) and u say you give up...... on something, somebody.... take ur pick..... What ticks u off? How LONG do u hold on? That depends on the importance u attach to the object or person.... that seems like the answer i woulda received from griz.... hmm ok.... then when do u eventually give up ? after trying hard enough..... is what he would say to this too.......

My question here is : how important is it, to let the other person know, in the case of a person related problem, that u have a problem ?? You refrain from doing it..... it is vanity or stubbornness or stupidity i dont know.... but u dont wana tell the other person that u have a problem.... somehow, what u are expecting is a flowery apology from the "offender" (is he/she really an offender?!?!? we'll come to that!! ... ) saying that it was his/her mistake, he/she is extremely sorry and he/she wont do it again.... blah blah ......

But maybe, MAYBE things aren't really as drastic as u think they are..... If u were an outsider, looking at ur situation with ur irritator (wow oxford dictionary gets marvelous new entries !!) ..., u would say "hey hey hey !! look at this here.... that shud mean that he/she did/said taht with a purpose and hence u mistook it"....... (Dont even get me started abt coincidence being the root cause of most misunderstandings!!!)

So I intend this to be a practical guide to "what to do when u are pissed off??" ..... And i want to emphasize on practical hence the bold and italics.... cos lets face it, almost everybody gets pissed off

1) Get outside ur shell......... I mean the bubble of anger u are in....... Listen to some plinky plunky music maybe....... But make that effort to get outside the shell....
2) Just try and give the other person (offender) some credit...... By doing this when u r calm, ur mind can much more justly make the decision whether he/she deserves some credit or not.......
3) Look for any misunderstanding possiblity..... cos maybe u dint do something or dint understand something or whatever......
4) Clarify it with the other person........

Thoo hogolo.......sakkath kashta idella madakke........ practical guide gaya bhaaad mein ! Just go back to ur anger mood and rock on !!! :D

P.S : Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkath washte naanu alla ?!?!? :P

scary sad blog

I've become so numb...... I cant feel u there..... I become so tired..... So much more aware.......

Really?? Is it me? Or is it him? Is this needed? This blog i mean? I am fine and he seems to be fine, both floating in our own separate soap bubbles......

Aren't we all? ...........................

But it is not just an remote sense, not just an intuition of the possible truth.... it is unavoidable, staring in my face and NOT important........ Relationships arent in life....... no they are.......... how important is the question....... no i dont know......... I am screwed........


Scary sad pathetic disconnected bubbles.... I am agitated as i write this post..... Why is it that i am usually agitated when i write? why do i write when i am agitated?

thu nimm"agi" hogo .... saaku albeda..... muchkondu "iru" ..... (In a rather high philosophical sense this word means "being" "living" etc etc in piece..... with urself...... Numbness again..... inert)

Adios........ (to who........?)

Today

Ivatthu naanu edde..... it was one of those awakenings which i used to have during 2nd PU afternoons.... I used to take a nap, with full of chemistry words buzzing in my head, and used to wake up with some equation on my lips.... :O

To define the word chaos, i need look no further than myself.... I had that happening in my head from around 7:00 am to 8:13 am at which point i could no longer take it ! different dreams and different people trying to tell me their story at the same time ! I was caught and listened to everybody !! It aint a pleasant feeling to wake up tired.....

I am going to be using the bat mobile for the last time today.... the caped crusader shall no longer rule gotham city .... An old and quite battered 6610 will join me and my endeavor called life from approximately 10.30 pm onwards

I also wanted to write a blog about women but my tongue is bitter right now and I became so numb .... onthara, I am in that phase where nothing seems to excite me and everything seems cliched or already happened and hence not exciting....... (I am again resorting to just writing what comes to my mind and not using the right words which is synonymous to the point i made).....



Oh also, my friend told me panickily one day taht some of our blogs were not accessible.... that is around the time i found out that tehre is something in blogger called "report objectionable content"

To those who want to do such a thing like close down my blog or report objectionale content here's my message :



.l..

Mobile wonder

Recently, something happened which i think needs a mention here. Me and my friend chatting on me mobile phone ok? Then i get a message which is contextually appropriate and fine, but from a totally different number !!! like my chat was happening with a number like say 98865blahblah ... then this msg comes from 98860blahblah which like totally freaked me out and led to my suspecting that my friend had probably gotten a new number n all ! :O Sorry to that friend here... oh wait ! Friend doesn't like sorries n all ..... So taken back..

I am also focusing nowadays on gearing and braking efficiency nowadays nowadays(this nowadays is for the next statement)... braking efficiency aims at using the breake as less as possible... This has no doubt led to some rather interesting and proximal rendezvouss (plural) with some lorries and buses and other pleasant vehicles.... but not to be deterred by them, i march on with my study....

A sane post

I come to work and I see that there has been a huge uproar about some "contribution" that i made.... My team lead comes and gives me a glare with a "you should be shot" ...

All this woulda sounded grim if it wasnt funny...

I saw Mixed Doubles on Monday... Well, the director is Preity Zinta's uncle who lives in Australia in Dil Chahta Hai. Did not know he had such talent. Cos it takes some talent in my books to take quite a controversial topic like swinging, and to present it so lightly and simply ... especially the ending is soo nice... its like saying "thats it... show's over move on!" . If interested in what swinging is or wana know the story more, ping me. Cos this space is dedicated to something else.

Konkona Sen sharma, is Malti, who reluctantly agrees to swinging imposed on her by her husband Ranvir Shorey, ... Thats all i gonna talk abt the movie cos i wana talk abt her here... Her character is not one of the naive house wife who works and takes care of the house too... Since this is quite an open movie, and leans on some sexual topics too (still havent found out what swinging is eh? I suggest google for wordweb and get that software onto ur comp), she is portrayed as a typical wife in a typical 10 yr old marriage situation... She is sooo cute.... And her acting talents aint doin her no harm either... wana watch 15 park now and mr and mrs iyer tooo cos of her...

Gringos at Frescos

Its a Friday afternoon and I am blogging... No surprise for soft engs i guess who look at weekends and Friday evenings and Fridays like a dog looks at leftovers.... U know the tongue hanging out and the drool wetting the area surrounding its own feet... You Do know? ok .... Hope I dont get caught.... I was always good with alt-tab....

Apart from blogging, I just now did somethin that I am gonna write about. Most blogs coming out of me (could have said most of my blogs) happen in two ways : preplanned murder or a hasty stab at it, kill it, right there ! more more stab it ! ah! now its dead and all over.... This is of the former kind cos i saw the blog forming in my mind as i sat at Frescos (also masquerading in ppls tongues as Cafe Frescos )waiting for the sinful thing that I had ordered....

Frescos is situated in the compound containing Hatwork Boulevard. The cunning bas***ds have settled down on their namesake road, kinda in the interior. Hatwork Boulevard, for those interested, also hosts Satya Paul ... whose brochure kinda thingy that sits on tables in restaurants, said couture ( never will i understand its meaning and usage), pret porter, saries, ties, fabrics and accessories. Just some bull shitting pretentious fu**ed up cloth store where they just rob u of money to sell u goni cheelas (gunny sacks)...

Well I was a feeling a lil bit bugged and drugged, so me thot of taking a break on a sunny Friday (ive already said that i know iknow) aft . So went to ATM firsht cos had heard of Frescos' monetary notoriety. Then went staggering a lil bit (I had lil bit cough and feverish) into frescos where a gringo said "Goo asfnaof..." ... I said (deep breath)"eh?" ... He started grinning... no wait he was already grinning... I hate ppl who grin without reason... they live, they grin simultaneously... He said "Good Afternoon" (I heard it this time hengo gotthilla) I said "hoon" in a ya right manner... then I was asked "table for one?" or some shit like that... I was gonna say "No no make room for all the invi fuckers i brought in here... they're jus a lil shy hence invi" but said "yeah"...

Then they gave me menus... kudiyakke ondu... tinnakke ondu.... I wanted dessert menu as i had been deserted in 29, Cunningham Road... So asked for that only sweeping aside all the pretention bein thrust into my face ! There are two kinds of waiters here, adhyenadu? aah ! Maitre ' D ... That fucker came to me and asked me "would u like to place an order" ? ... more sarcasm here blah blah ... And he hands me the dessert menu.... There are around 1,568 items there... So he suggests Why dont i go have a look at the crap myself? so that i can make an informed choice ! So i go over there and there is this showcase full of desserts and I got bored of writing this blog kano...

Huh

One of the hardest things in life isn't solving complex algebraic equations, it's not coming up with creative campaigns for a new client, it's not conquering a mountain peak. It's to sit still and do nothing.

I recently attended a ten-day meditation retreat. In this residential program one is secluded from the outside world for the first nine days: no email, no cellphones, no reading, no writing. And no talking.

When one sits still and tries to focus, the mind becomes turbulent.
It mounts its horse and starts galloping in all directions, north and south, into past and future, to places real and imaginary, and who knows where else. Gradually, though, it does begin to be reined in. There were calmer moments too.

The silence is relieved on the last day. I was one of the last ones to come out of the meditation hall. When I entered the dining area I expected little talk, a gradual easing into the world.

What I encountered instead was a cacophony of talk. I felt I had returned to a world I didn't belong to. What was the normal conversation of a few dozen people sounded to me like the roar of a volcano.

Before the departure for home, I overheard someone in the bathroom area say, "No one had the flow. I know everyone was faking it." For a moment I felt like telling him, "Looks like the program really worked for you. You can already read everyone's state of mind," but I didn't. Maybe he really could.
Who was I to say?

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Sweet pain

(I am extremely confused and in the dark as to why I am documenting this but here goes... )


Tonight at approximately 8 pm ended a long tenure of togetherness, that i could only term as a celebration of life... Two people I know will never be as together as they were until tonight... Naturally the parting was painful and tearful, with both not needing to say much (I am imagining...almost sure this is not how it happened) but just conveying to each other in minimal direct words what the situation was and how they felt about that moment and each other... But time , it goes on and life too goes on for both of them... and hence they too went on, well to their homes....

Some ppl who dono what I am talking abt are already thinking of a "breakup" between a "couple" (these are all terms given in the Standards of the Book of Love.. some other suffocatingly irritating cliches that can be found there are "propose".. im already seething)... U may continue until u read the following words... I mainly have two things to comment on wrt to my rendering above..

1) Them themselves.... I have known both of them together and separately too... I think I can safely say that neither was like what they were when they were together... An extremely high level of sheer understanding and predictability amongst each other, which is rarely seen nowadays purely because its so scary !!! People don wana risk themselves with such involvements...hey wait, I'm drifting into point two... Let me say what i wanted to say here... they are both great and to the both of you KUDOS ! Everyday from today for a while, look at what u had and do not feel misery at its absence but marvel, wonder and continue to enjoy the precious thing u both had created and nurtured successfully for FIVE YEARS !!! That they were true friends is painfully obvious by what all they went through.. they laughed, cried, shared, fought ...... a whole circle !!

2) And tonite it culminates... Not necessarily cos there have been developments, Nature has realigned itself suitably to correct this imbalance suitably, to bring them twogether, as much as possible, back again... in a painful manner as i was saying... but it is a kind of sweet pain i feel, where there is a lurking happiness too which they will experience because of the memories they share.. Such an indulgence is deemed to risky by ppl nowadays, hence the noticeable upsurge in self defense (emotional) enforcements... I myself was hoping to share such an experience with somebody, but the holy soul denied me that sweet pain as it quickly learnt its lessons in life apparently, and started "dealing" with people differently.... Ya screw you too ! You would think that the level of trust you are required to mortgage in return for something special and valuable and amazing, wouldn be much of a risk but no... ppl always are used to taking the safe route right?!? Less traffic.. Less obstacles... less risk... Life.... Sigh... F**k it !

To them both tho, I have the following to say right at the end...

"Don't you cry tonight, I still love you baby... Don't you cry
Don't you cry tonight there's a heaven above you baby, Don't you cry tonight!"


(Also confused as to why i wrote what i wrote... I had suppressed it so well all this while !!?!? where did all THAT come from? )

She however....

When I got married to Carol, I promised to Love no other woman .........




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She on the other hand made no such promise

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Murali,

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In conjunction to yesterday, the 30th of January.....
The night of the 30th actually......

This was when zippy said "Too good kano.... Tumba olle kelsa madide kano", right when i was in the middle of being very happy.... I wanted to use another word here.... Hey i WILL what the f*** its my blog right? right in the middle of me gratifying myself...

If you remember that, then u will probably very clearly remember the sequence of events after that ..... How u dug a grave for urself so gloriously, what u felt, what u should have felt, (on second thoughts even NOW, one day after the incident, I do not know what i should have felt... nor do i know the things that exist inside ppl's hearts and minds... guess u can never get that close)

I have lost the will to (live??! no no not fade to black me is talkin abt) write abt cheerful topics like :

1) A trip to shimoga and surrounding places i went to with my bro's friends n all
2) A trip to talkad that i went with my friends n all
3) A movie called hazaaron khwahishen aisi that i watched and an encounter i had at cool joint, 4th block... not just abt the encounter but the place and the ppl there...

Well hazaaron .... its just a movie, if asked to describe, brings one phrase to my mind... "You wana discuss about it a lot!!" .... So many things to talk about in that movie... Maybe she has had an overdose of u kano.... U never know ...
Anyways, in that movie, the heroine is a very powerful character... I saw so many things in her, which if applies in general to all women, makes a woman a scary person... For instance, she does so many things for love.... She does so many things for HERSELF !! andre, for her own satisfaction, comfort, security, wellbeing, a huge linked list of other descriptive emotive words, she just does totally inexplicable things .... some scenes in the movie still nanna kannige kattida haagide !!

Ashte kai nouta ide...

Is it wrong

To ask for support from ur friends from time to time ?
To ask for "COMPANY" from ur friends from time to time?
To like somebody?
To admit u r weak?
To have thoughts which make u go green on the inside itself? (Yes ansatte... nange esht sali antha thoughts bandbittide andre they seem normal to my F***ED up twisted self)

To write this blog?

To wish for something? (No)
To wish for something that U ARENT "ALLOWED" TO? (YES maga... enlightenment)

ALLOWED is the right word..... It means : U don have the right to do it/wish it

It may also mean God telling u that u dont deserve it....

Murali vapas bandu odo idanna.... Gnyapsko pls.... idella gnyapsko

Shit I've grown up !!!

I didnt see this coming... Suddenly u (i) r an adult... U know it... just like u know when u are in love........ Especially when u count the number of things u are supposed to do in a day and its an overwhelming number and not even one single task is something fun, like sit and watch tv !!!!

Fix you by coldplay running as the mood to add crap to my bag started forming in my head....

Some phrases which are coming to my mind a lot in the past few days....

".... It just hasn't hit me yet that we are outta college and into a job...... things are so much more complicated here with nobody to tell u what to do and so many unknowns....." - May not be completely correctly worded, but frm an anony friend of mine

"..... I know some people are having trouble letting go of the past and how we were back in college........ But I for one will never feel bad if someone is not in touch with me cos he is busy with work....... " - Almost got everything as was said this time, another anony friend of mine.....

"....... College time na enjoy maadrappa, idakkinta time illa..... nimge college mugiduhoda mele gottagatte eshtu important and chenagiro dinagalu ivu anta.... eega enu ansalla nimge but ondu job anta bandmele gottagatte...... " - This is 99.100 % verbatim, heard when his highness (me) was suddenly woken up in one sleepy drowsy lecture class in college by Mr BahBoo himself with some sudden inspirational but kinda true "gyaan" !!! Anybody wanting a translation can leave a comment

Where are we (we not as a group of ppl... not the crazy 88s kill bill inspired, but we as in each one of us individually) headed?!?! Already an issue of a visit to a certain place with certain ppl on a certain day has shown so many things to me..... Sometimes i am finding it difficult to manage things at work and home, with time not being allotted to home issues and weekends just flying past me..... one thing i AM able to manage now murali, is my shuttle schedule kano. Parvagilla satisfactory levels ge aagta ide.... innu swalpa jasthi madana anta ideeni nidhaanavaagi....

ashte tata

Today's agenda...

Its one of those days again....

You are sad thru out the day and u dono why u r sad but u wana remain sad .....

Got up at 7:45 today only to set an alarm for 8:30.... Then woke up again at 8:30 to switch off the alarm... DID NOT wana come to work today at all.... But was rudely woken up (woke up with a swear on my mouth actually) at somebody playing a JOGI song overly loudaly in my street (First of all nangu JOgi gu lovvvvo lovvu... adu bere if its the cause of disruption of my rare found excess sleep, then it has to be some rare breed of samskruta that came outta my mouth) and as Al Pacino says,

"God is a sadist, an absentee landlord, worship him ?? never!!

(He also says some other rather profane things but lets leave it at that)
almost to prove his point, the song stopped right at the moment i was in a state not to go back to bed again... Nanna ee janmada punyada phala...

Then dragged myself thru the necessary daily routines (oh somebody free me from all this once and for all) like showering (no no i put water in a bucket and then pour that on myself... technically not showering altho u woulda gotten teh idea without all this postamble), eating, BREATHING (sigh)

Then come to my office to see a mail saying today i had to finish something abt which i had only jus started (no clever funny stmt holiyings abt it )... Frantically start working on DND and all !! ( The phrase i wana convey here is the one Mr Gunther emits when Joey says "I don't do this a lot with girls" ....... its like a "HA!!", with a yeah right kinda feeling)


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only to find out that all test machines were busted for my use and hence my TL himself asked me to postpone that task.... I was like thats it, right here give me the sweet release oh maker !

Now on to that another task which suddenly took priority....

No surprise my scribble board at my desk (Yes every software khaidi engineer has one of that where if u are bored u sit with a marker and doodle ur a** off) says

"Today's agenda : KILL MYSELF" !!!!

P.S : Also, no surprise my friend Kudre Mundedu wrote "Let me know 15 secs b4 u do that" !!

sunday ke funday

My bro went and brought three three movies on Friday ! One was Boothayyana Maga Ayyu (Kannada), the other was Courage Under Fire (Denzel Washington baavaaa! )and the third one was a movie called Flavors! I thought i had heard abt this movie somewhere but wasn able to recollect much more about it at first shot....

Somehow I was in the mood of not being able to watch a movie. Just couldnt. In fact, even though the dvd was lying RIGHT in front of me, I chose to go get the seinfeld dvd and watched it for awhile!! Was a different kind of but very good comedy!!

Then the saayankala the aaithu... had planned a walk to sapna book house and all to blow (utilize well!) the 500 x 2 book coupons my college had so graciously given me for getting a "DISTINCTION" (oh well!!)..... En route was also scheduled a trip to a Temple (there u go again God, ive again eluded u!). But as the shaam approached, I realised that I had no book in mind to invest on!! I tried msging some ppl and asked for good book ideas and received some good suggestions like Issac Asimov and some really trashy ones like Mills n Boon (?!?! Loffer Girish )...

Hence I pickings up the dvd in front of me and popped it in expecting nothing out of it... But right from the beginning, this movie is characterised by one word : DIFFERENT ! Its different frm the usual movies u see. I am not sayin its one of its kind, it being an American Desi situation movie, but somethings are handled so delightfully differently, that I felt that this merits a good word on my blog. Not only me but a lot of ppl have appreciated this movie...

Check it out here!

More agony

It is no surprise that I was naturally attracted to stuff like Metallica....

Where do i take this pain of mine?
I run but it stays right by my side
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me

Jus the fact that i aint italicizing it should MEAN something here...

None of u will eventually get it tho.....
one more wasted endeavor.... This whole blog is ,alva?
Screw it

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of the tunnel is just a freight train coming ur way....

I think this line reflects the constantly rotating wheel(with c\freakin constant angular acceleration (huh?!?!) and no loss of momentum.... its like havin freakin periods! HEY! thats what they are called .... PERIODS ) of happiness and sadness....

I dont like it though when the spokes(persons) of sadness part of the wheel go through my colon.... Lil bit

By the way the guitar piece right at the end of No Leaf Clover is bitchin (suicidal) !!!

While me (guitar) gently weeps... (Little Irish/Scottish touch to that song)

London a** whuppin

Obviously by know u now that MAN UTD kicked Chelsea's ass amidst all the euphoria yesterday late night... Mourinho still was being the absolute A**H*** in the post match interviews saying things like "We played brilliantly .... showed them why we are still the champions.......It was just luck that separated the two teams today.... I am not worried about the future (blah! what an insecure idiot! I mean who talks like that?!?! )

Anyways, hope Chelsea falter miserably and there is a good fight for the championship this time atleast (which seems a lil bit unlikely but not impossible)


Yesterday was Nostalgia Day.... I visited my old house and its surrounding areas (well not the old house but jus the area... i can be weirdly insensitive sometimes)
Visited my good pal kattu .... we had a fun time, me inspecting his new laptop n discussin abt his new project idea (Although initially i thought it would be suitable for 6th or 7th sem VTU students, the requirements document he had crafted seemed more like the SRS of a high fi product in the market!!! )

Immediately after that I did something which probably only one blog reader of mine knows here.... It gave me some peace of mind and probably gave me "closure" (Friends viewers , ring a bell???) Thats taht

And visited a coupla other friends, from school who were hopelessly outta touch
and will probably continue to stay outta touch... One guy had grown almost beyond recognition and I think has had s** already (weird intuitive suspicion only)... The other guy is ........ well..... No comments!!! They are alive in touch with themselves let them live happily!

Had to rush back home cos of Man utd match!!! And waht a match it was!!!! Jiyo both teams!!!

the importance of a bass guitar

Anybody who has intently listened to the song The importance of being idle by Oasis will know that the bass guitar totally influences the following lines where just one and only one chord is being played thru out :

I sold my soul for the second time cos the land it dont pay me
I asked my landlord for some more time he said 'boy the bills waiting'
My best friend called me the other night he said 'man are you crazy'
My girfriend told me to get a lif she said 'boy u lazy'

The bass guitar notes lend this whole stanza such a funny and beautiful touch andre..... WAH! Only one same chord in the background (Aminor i am guessing)

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I do not approve (not that i am not following or am not going to follow) of some Rules in this society. One of them is monogamy. Do only the person u r tied to??? (or is it the person u tie to urself?? Me being a male looks at it that way... After we katt the taali while eyeing the saali ).Although free will is talked about a looooooooot in general, this one topic is sidelined in the practical usage and application of free will. Girls should consent too cos they know they will like it. But they hide from sex behind the cover of "LOVE" and "romance" n stuff.

Whereas all LOVE is (i've said it before and i'll say it now) is "what you pretend to FEEL in order to hump" (I hope the word hump is agreeable and comprehensible to everybody concerned)

See the whole "concept" (is it a concept at all?) of love is so blurry... it is undefined behavior (I know kattu will be happy about my word usage eh kattu?? :-P ) Cos its all to do with "feelings"
oooooooo the constant entity in everybody (the uninitiated shall notice the irony)... It is based on what we feel ... no i wont quote it.... feel its too cliched...

What we feel..... It can fucking change... No not that way... old argument hence cliche again... I would like to focus on the end point of all this love mess.. Sex

Clothes are the biggest bane to humans... That is why people should still roam around naked and u take a break from work by doing someone....

One other proposed (hahahahahaaaaaaaaaahahah funny word usage ilarum... good one) aim of love is companionship... here what i mean is, y do ppl look for love? For companionship... Earlier and most truthful answer is still sex though...

Companionship? But dear sir and madame, thats a long term plan na.... Do whatever (and whoever) pleases u and die off na... short n simple... cos

All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you feel
All that you reason,
All that you sense
All that you scheme
All you dress-up
All that you've seen
All you create
All that you wreck
All that you hate

All this you can (although bono the stupid clown... no no ubersexual... says here "can", i will request permission to change it to "will"... Thanks for the permission) leave behind

The truth of the matt