Eleven twenty-five

Life, the city and everything else

2011-09-16T10:16:00.000-07:00

**READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED**
**CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND A LOT OF TALK OF BODILY FUNCTIONS (ONE IN PARTICULAR)**
**IF SUCH CONTENT AROUSES WITHIN YOU FEELINGS OF OFFENCE AND DISGUSTS, DO NOT READ FURTHER, OR AT LEAST DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT IT**

**YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**
What is the point of civilization if people choose not to act civilized?

Why must everyone just make every attempt to get on someone else's nerves, many times just for the heck of it!

I get that it's a dog-eat-dog world and all that, but if you wanted to behave like a dog so bad, why did you not just get rid of all those pesky clothes (not everyone gets to be Paris Hilton's dog) and growl and bite into oblivion?

This may be true with other animals as well, but I cannot help but draw parallels between that man peeing on the wall the dog peeing on the wheels of that shiny new Mercedes. I do not agree with the notion that when a man's gotta go, a man's gotta go; ever heard of bladder control? In case the word "control" sound a bit unfamiliar, do not despair, it's not the first you chose to ignore it. What happened to your mothers teachings on holding it in, reaching an enclosed space (with sufficient plumbing), dropping trou and then letting loose?

Forget all of that, let's assume that no one taught you. Let's also assume that you have some sense of personal hygiene based on the fact that you cared to unzip before you relieved yourself. Then how, pray tell, do you ignore the fact when you stand in front of a wall and do the No. 1, it will have a tendency to flow in the downward direction (thanks to gravity) and form a pool at the base of the wall. This pool will increase in surface area every passing second. Do you have any idea what that means? You will eventually be standing in a pool of your own excretion. Let's also assume that there was a lot to be let out (it was urgent enough to be in public). This only contributes to a larger puddle under your feet. Also, considering that you did not possess the necessary fortune required to visit your nearest "Sulabh Shauchalaya", you are probably wearing open footwear. Still feeling relieved? All this without even mentioning the splatter (don't get me started on the splatter).

For a country that is so proud of its "Heritage" and "Culture" and this and that, we really are quite liberal about who we pee on, even if it is ourself. Only on the streets of this country can you get a taste of the double-standard everyone chooses to live by. A person baring him/herself on the side of a street or railway track is part of the scenery, but a motion picture featuring 'risqué' scenes is the result of western culture poisoning the minds of the young and the impressionable. You decide which one you would rather stop.

All of this, however, has absolutely no point whatsoever. If you're reading this, you belong to one of two categories of people; the ones that agree with me and the ones that do not. The ones who agree will be nodding and smiling and in general agreeing. The ones who do not agree, will have a smirk on their faces knowing that no amount of words are going to stop them.

So, what now?

Nothing, obviously. They are not going to stop and neither am I. This is only the first in many such posts; assuming I don't get bored along the way.

chromey calculator...

2010-03-20T13:48:00.000-07:00

kinda cool...
goes to wolfram alpha (a computational engine) for it's answers...
here's me playing around with it... waiting for laptop batteries to drain, to make me stop.
how many wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood =
How many? | Enough. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? | A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

how many stars in the sky =
7x10^22

what's the temperature at the north pole =
-28 deg C (wind chill: -40 deg C) (26 hours 53 minutes ago)

what's the answer to life, the universe and everything =
42

how many roads must a man walk down =
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. (according to the song written by Bob Dylan and released on his 1963 album The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan)

why did the chicken cross the road =
To get to the other side. (ha, ha)

when will i die =
73.1 years (based on 227 values; 11 unavailable)

when was the universe created =
13.7 Gy (gigayears) (time elapsed since the Big Bang)

how many people in the world =
6847057641 (calculated from the U.S. Census Bureau's International Programs Center population data, last updated Dec. 15, 2008)

how many questions can you answer =
How many? | Enough. What questions can Wolfram|Alpha answer? | many

15 minutes of battery left...
time to go

nonsturdy

2009-11-26T07:02:00.000-08:00

Writing this at a time when I have approximately 13 hours to my last end-semester (effectively my last chance at a decent grade) is probably not the best of ideas. But, I find myself unable to study, or do anything else for that matter. I can hear the TV in the background; the commentators voice sounds the same as it did in the morning when the match was being telecast live. I studied fine in the morning despite the din of the cheering crowd, so I know that the TV is not a problem; the crowd isn't even there anymore.

The reason why I can hear the TV is because I am sitting in the communal computer lab; which is directly adjacent to the TV room. Why am I in the communal computer lab? Because, like every time before this, I have managed to screw my laptop so bad that the screen refuses to light up. So i sit here, using an account that I had to create today itself; I never needed it before this. The system itself is more than sufficient for study purposes and by now the guard has given me the key to the lab enough times to produce the key the moment he sees me approaching.

This place is a lot calmer without the TV; all you can hear is the whir of the few working processors, maybe the slightly rickety fan overhead and, of course, your own breath. It is also a place that is quite conducive to study, if you feel like it. But, chances are that if you feel like studying, then any place can be conducive to study. So, I know for sure that it is only me. No shit, Sherlock.

So why am I writing? I have nothing else to do, didn't I already say that? Yes, I did.

I can't think of anything else to write, and this will never be posted.

Thanks for reading, whoever you are... and get out of my account!

Two whole months?

2009-10-14T09:33:00.001-07:00

Was it really that long ago since I last posted?

The Day Of The Laundry

2009-08-10T02:01:00.000-07:00

Posting everyday seemed excessive (for me and you), so I decided to at least try and post at least three times a week; not too tall an order, is it?

I won't say a lot has happened, even though some significant things have. The first batch of laundry went out today with Puttan Bhaiya (I'm not sure I heard the name correctly, I have resolved to call him Bhaiya and not mention the name till further clarity has been got)! Nothing too exciting, I know, but for a guy who has never had to manage such a thing as laundry payments, this is an event. I have set up a system. A special mention must be made regarding the system for the person whom I have seen using a scaled up (some would even say, more inclusive) version of the system. My mother has had a laundry-tracking system in place that I don't think anyone knows the origins of. I guess all mothers have a system of some kind (that's what they do), but I obviously cannot quote the systems of other mothers. I won't explain the system; first, because it's a little complicated (surprise, surprise) and second, I want to save some vestige of dignity for myself. So enamoured I am by the system, that I cannot help but look at that piece of paper stuck to the wall destined to record laundry dealings. It should also be mentioned that due to my previous brushes with any kind of system being so terribly disastrous, I am hoping that public proclamation of the system will help me stick to it. Sadly enough, I doubt it.

There is more to say (when isn't there?) but I shall refrain myself (yeah, right).
I consider this the first post of the week, so hold your breaths and hearts for at least two more. In case I don't deliver, your death or serious injury is legally not my fault... or so I have been led to believe.

Good Day

2009-08-08T04:05:00.000-07:00

The fact that it has been exactly a month was not planned by me, but it's strange that I should find this day to post.

A lot of things have happened, as they always do.

Waking up at something like 8.45 am (saying nothing about when I went to sleep), I realized it is my first weekend in this new place. The breakfast was a not-bad south indian affair of slightly saltless masala dosas. I did something I haven't done in a long time and I don't know whether to be ashamed that I did it or not. I had a half glass(compared to glass size back home) of milk with two spoons of Cadbury Bournvita and one of sugar. It's a drink I have abstained from for nearly 6 years now. It feels strange to think that six full years have passed since I left school as a school-boy in all senses of the word(s). I did a lot of reminiscing and I smiled some of the times and remembered the times I had hoped to forget too. It's the birthday of a school friend actually, coincidence again.

It has been one and a half years since I started doing something, not exactly but apporximation is fine by me. I have changed a lot in the past few years, more than I thought possible.

Sometime in the afternoon, the sky was overcast and the wind picked up. I could hear an open window banging against it's frame as it was pushed continually into it by the wind. Everything else was silent. Except for the rhythmic bangs and the rustling of leaves everything remained completely quiet; or maybe I just didn't notice anything else. I opened the door to my room and before I could think of stepping out the wind, which was taking its toll on the open window, came in to greet me. I realized then how much I missed it. The artificially generated wind from the ceiling-fan pales in comparison with the fresh, cool breeze that I was now enjoying. Maybe it was this breeze, the cloudy atmosphere, the silence or just my will to procrastinate from studies that caused it, but I decided to take a bike ride right then. The bike ride took place on my newly purchased bicycle. Riding a bicycle is also something I haven't done in a very long time.

Now, I generally consider myself to have a kind of ESP when it comes to telling whether it's going to rain or not. I must say I didn't anticipate it this time as it had eluded this place for quite some time now, but still I attribute my decision to take the bike ride as a direct consequence of me subconsciously knowing that it was about to rain. Too much? Yes, I thought so too.

So, I left for the bike ride. It was windy for some part, but then the wind died down. Of course, at that point it hardly mattered as a person on a fast bicycle creates his own breeze. Another song from the player got over and I felt a small drop of rain on my face. I smiled, again. I decided to stay out longer; maybe I could actually get a shot at real rain. I wasn't disappointed. The sun was now showing through the clouds, but the tiny droplets had transformed into fatter drops. It wasn't the torrential rainfall I used to know and love, but it was still rain and that was enough for me. I stayed out longer; not really getting wet but just letting the rain fall on me.

I came back parked the bicycle and just strolled in the rain, smelling the scent of the soil as the rain kicked it up. I missed a lot of things while I stood there watching the rain.

All-in-all a nice day. A day that definitely helped.

so close...

2009-07-08T04:43:00.000-07:00

Been in this country for about two weeks now, in a completely different city with completely different people. I am eagerly awaiting going back; I have loads to do and much less time to do it in. Everything generally works out in the end, or at least I hope it does. A big decision is rearing its ugly head and the fact that I don't want to take it even though it is the most logical and correct option must mean something is wrong with the way I'm approaching it. As always I will delay it till the very last of moments and then when it's too late and when I have no other choice and no other excuse I will make a split-second decision.

Something like that is obviously not a good thing to do.

happenings

2009-06-20T07:36:00.000-07:00

It's amazing how one day you're doing something and the very next day you're doing something that's so completely different...

It shouldn't take only a day to reach far-away countries. There should always be more time taken so that there is a journey involved and not just an inconvenience. A place on the other side of earth should be quite different from the one at home, and it is. It's nice, something everyone should experience if only to broaden their horizons and realize that the world exists, full of over six billion people and that disregard for the for your world and surrounding is the most foolish thing to do.

I'm here for some time, but I doubt that time will really be that much. Already I'm worried about going back home, I don't know if that's a good thing or bad. Maybe I shouldn't have to care about things like that. Acclimatization is humanity's greatest asset, fitting themselves into almost any setting presented to them. It's strange that all it needs is a bit will power.

INTELligent

2009-06-02T05:57:00.000-07:00

Saw the new Intel ad, bloody cool:
A room full of american geeks stand and swoon over this middle-aged indian guy as he goes cooling it up to the coffee machine...
the expressions on the faces are so freaking amazing.

The last few days have not been the fountain of useful activity I had expected, that was not unexpected.

I have managed to make the decision to postpone the decision-making for later. It's a sad thing really. An application and an interview lie in wait, they must be tended to in due time.

I mostly hate summers, especially Mumbai summers with their 90%+ humidity and the very irritating non-presence of breeze. The only thing worth liking about the summer is the mango. The most orangy, sweet and comforting fruit, I could eat these things all day everyday, if given the chance. I am so eagerly awaiting the rains and the worst part is I may actually not be here to see them come and if I go to Kanpur then I won't see Mumbai rains for quite some time, unless it's on TV. Nooooo!

I have to post pics of the recent trip on the net, but keep procrastinating (unsurprisingly enough). I'm also looking for the e-book of Mahabharat ever since I saw the show on TV, it's a really cool story, very well written. The search is on.

But now, it's time for mangoes! Everything else comes later.

The End?

2009-05-30T07:05:00.000-07:00

Never.

It's only a bit of a rest, the real fun is about to start.

The only thing I hope is that I don't repeat the mistakes of the past.

I need to focus on the right things, to ignore the wrong ones and to recognize which is which.

There will be a lot more posts, soon.

2009-05-25T05:05:00.000-07:00

Another exam gone and suddenly there's only one left...

Only ten days ago I had finished writing my first paper, time didn't fly the papers did.

I know my sighs of relief have increased over the past few days. I'm waiting for the last one before I can start heartily worrying again. It's not like I'm not in a constant state of worry already, but it just doesn't feel like proper worrying. I almost reached that level today morning. It was a state involving inaction and nothing but staring blankly into space. That kind of state is fun when you already have nothing to do. It's not that fun when you have an exam in a few hours' time.

The worry of choice seems to have passed for now. For Now. It'll be back soon enough.

I'm supposed to be worried about my the constructive use of my free time. I don't even consider that a serious statement and will let it pass unnoticed though not untyped.

Two months and a completely different life will begin. (Hopefully)

It's not as far away as it sounds. It doesn't even sound that far away. I've had sem exams lasting two months or more in the past. I know how small an amount two months can be when you want them to pass and not pass all at the same time. When you want to get it over it and still savor every second of it.

I've got things to do, hopefully I'll do them. Right now, I have some work to do.

I'd scream if no one was listening...

2009-05-20T07:44:00.000-07:00

Holy heck, why didn't I check my mail sooner? But, no matter now, I open the inbox and there sitting nice and cozy is not one, but two offers of admission!!!

To say that I flipped must be an understatement, I would have screamed had I been sure no one could hear me. The first one came from a much awaited and yet not-so-expected source (makes it all the better doesn't it?) and the second came from a completely unexpected yet not-so-awaited source. The result being that now confusion takes over.

Of course, the eternal cynic that I am, the worst is all I can seem expect. I hate being me sometimes. :P

But, yes, what others call cynicism i call practicality. One must not get too happy too soon. I do have one milestone to cross. It might be a little far, but I'll be damned if I let that stop me.

AAANNNNNDDDD ... it just rained!!!!
well actually it just drizzled, very lightly. It was such an amazing twilight today and so still in the evening, almost a precursor to the rain. And now I remember the evening and realize that it happened today. I realize that there was a day attached to this night and that reminds me that I had a paper today.

My resident cynic gleefully rubs his hands together and brings to my attention certain inconvenient truths (Sorry, Mr. Gore) regarding issues related to my current examinations. The change this causes is clearly visible.

Smiles fade,
Shoulders drop,
Typing slows down
And rains stop

I really do hate being me.

Anyway, now that I have abandoned the uncharacteristically happy state, I can say goodbye and goodnight. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day, I doubt it though.

the end that began some time ago is now coming to an end...

2009-05-16T16:39:00.000-07:00

It is 5:11 am according to the computer clock and 5:11 am according to my cell-phone clock. One might wonder why I'm so early in the morning, what that one won't know is that I haven't slept in the night.

I didn't not sleep because of tension or the torturing memory of anyone. The reason was so disconnected from everything else in the world that no one would believe it, if I ever decided to tell it (I will never decide to tell it, except maybe to one person).

I had a university semester exam day-before yesterday and have one again three days from now. I do not care to discuss the preparation for the paper as it is (I have found) the most useless thing to do, ever. After this paper I have one on the 25th and the last one on 29th... It'll be over in the blink of an eye, like the pulling off of a band-aid stuck to hairy skin.

I have breathed a total of three sighs of relief over the past 4 months. That might seem like a small amount, but, I tell you it surely isn't. Considering all the opportunities there were for the sighs to be taken from me, it was a deeply pleasant surprise that I got the chance to do them. I have interview lists pending for my M.Tech. admission. It's strange that all the three sighs of relief relate to the admissions, in one way or another. I would like to say that I am planning a vacation once the exams end, but it seems I'll have to settle with "I was planning".

I await some sort of response from either of the two institutes at which I applied. I don't know which I'll get but it seems appropriate that doubts reigns supreme here too. If ever I got both of them,I have an almost equal number of points specifying the pros and cons of each of the institutes.

Breaths need to be held for a little longer, maybe a fourth sigh is on its way.
Who knows such things?

Sorry for this

2009-03-15T11:14:00.000-07:00

time flies, people change... actually they grow older.
i was not old once. i was called a child by people who actually meant it in the physical sense, not anymore.
i am no longer a child and must now worry.
i dont want to!!
i hate worrying, makes my heart beat faster than is normal, it makes me think...
i like to think on my own, i dont like things making me think.

i realize that the past 5 sentences including this one all began with an 'i'.
selfish, much?
anyway, i'm sitting here fighting off mosquitoes and miserably losing, it seems they have heard of "strength in numbers"... damn television!

the fact that i am losing is not lost upon these menacing little beasts... once my large and pudgy hand swats my own pudgy leg in futile attempts to make them go away, they avoid the very slow incoming projectile with considerable ease and then make their way to my ears to irritatingly buzz in my ears, taunting me.

im telling u if they could laugh they would be.

21ery

2008-11-11T19:29:00.000-08:00

so...
This is it...
I'm here at one of the last milestones of life.
So...
What now?

my last post was close to half a year ago, a lot has happened in that time. i wont say i have changed, because it's obvious that i have... everyone does

do you remember growing up? do you know when it happened or what made it happen?

do you know why you consider yourself grown up?

do you remember your last thoughts as a "child" or your first ones as an "adult"?

Maybe we are never fully grown up and maybe we are never only children...

five months...

That should be a long time for anyone with sane concepts of time, not so in this side of the city.

Time flies
Seasons change

It's a universally known fact, ok fine, globally known fact.

If events seem like blurs then it must mean I don't remember enough about them to reconstruct them completely, or weren't important enough to be alloted permanent storage. Some things, however, are hard to forget; the more you try to ignore them, the stronger they come back. If selective memory storage ever became a reality, not a single person would go for it unless they knew it was reversible. Let's cower in fear in anticipation of such a day...

sigh

2008-07-11T22:41:00.000-07:00

Way, way too long since I've posted. A lot has happened. I am now the uncle of not one, not two but three nephews.

I am currently awaiting the commencement of my final year of engineering. You know, in engg we have this ritual. As a year draws to a close we always sit, frantically copying assignments and experiments, and wonder about how totally useless the past year has been. How our life has simply eroded as the years have got on. How we have not achieved any of the goals we set for ourselves as the year began (get better marks, participate more, do more studying, get laid). It's quite a sad time at the table.

There is another ritual involving spandex, a mud pit and a couple of very hot chicks, but that cannot be discussed here.

I find myself inching closer to adulthood. To being grownup, but I realize you can never be fully grown up, it's not possible. So I stop trying and prove myself true.

Things change and things remain the same, but what's important is that no matter how much things change, lying on a bed the whole for the duration of day and "wondering about your future" is still called a day that's completely wasted.

Almost forgot...

2007-11-10T11:39:00.000-08:00

I almost forgot to mention...
Please visit The Story Blog
my partial work is there... i'm working on a complete work hope it'll be done by november end...
bye again

20

2007-11-10T11:17:00.000-08:00

u know...
at the stroke of midnight you're sitting there staring at the computer screen chatting to some friends and you realize...for the government and everybody else, I'm 20...
I'm no longer a "teenager" if my name ever is mentioned in the newspaper, it wont be- "...So the teenager whose name has been withheld was released from jail..."
No
It'll be-
"...So the youth whose name has been withheld was released from jail..."
It has a different ring to it... you're no longer the young, know-nothing teenager; you now become the young man, maybe-has-some-brains youth.
Or maybe its all symbolic, no wait, it is symbolic...
what difference does it make... in the span of a few seconds I'm supposed to have grown a brain and a conscience and a sense of responsibility?
I don't think so...
If I choose to remain a teenager in spirit it should be my choice, shouldn't it?
But it isn't... "You're not a teenager anymore, I expected better from you."
Not a teenager anymore? I was nineTEEN an hour ago, but something happened; the earth moved (literally) and suddenly 20 years had gone since I had my presence in this world felt, and those 20 years were supposed to have taught me something, I'm still trying to figure out what that was supposed to be.
Maybe I'll never know, but I'll keep you posted if I do find out. Maybe it'll help us all, or maybe it'll just be something unfathomable, like 42 (which is twice my current age + 2), I'll inform you when I figure that one out as well.
Thanks for now.
Cheerios!

NaNoWriMo.org

2007-10-22T10:03:00.002-07:00

Official NaNoWriMo Participant

'Arry Potter

2007-08-28T07:31:00.000-07:00

Joke for Indians (or at least for those who understand hindi):

What is the opposite of real?
--Coconuts, get it, Nariyal

Mangled, garbled and pointlessly stupid rubbish

2007-08-01T05:09:00.000-07:00

So,
the exams are over, "vacation" is officially over and college has officially started back up.
Oh joy!

This semester requires us to prepare for a fake part of the real world, the office.
We are to learn how to act nice to someone even if we can't stand the sight of them, to say that we think the other person is a total idiot and still not let our smile falter and best of all we have to perfect the art of kissing up to whoever might be able to make an iota of a difference in our lives. Ok, so there's nothing new to it, students have long ago learnt the art of how to butter the toast, read teacher, in just the right manner, the toast and butter may change plenty, but the style remains universal.

I have nothing better to do right now, and seeing as how you're reading this, neither do you.

So why dont we take a look back and try to remember how we have given that extra little smile to get that get that extra little something, and so let us remember the unsuspecting victims without whose need for attention none of this would have been possible...

This is getting a little too memorial-sy so I'll stop...

I will be back, with a full report of the newest potter book and try to give as little spoilers as humanly possible, goodbye.

Applied mathematics-4

2007-06-19T17:38:00.000-07:00

so the last paper is over...
nothing to be happy about, not one of my best papers, i guess...

its 6am right now...
i woke up at 5...
the bad thing is that during exam time i had to use alarm to wake me up and all of a sudden once they end and i decide to wake up...

now i'm wondering what to do for the remaining 20 days...

its not too long... they will hopefully end fast...

industrial economics and management

2007-06-09T08:09:00.000-07:00

had doctors discovered this chapter before, sleep-inducing drugs would not have been created...

considering the extreme boredom this subject causes, i'm very glad its finally over... for now...

as long as the correction is lenient this is going to be a good paper...

now is the time for the mini-vacation... 9 days... mini-vaca because the actual vacation is 20 days long... strange is it not?

but the paper is math and should not be a disaster if i have anything to do about it...

and then there were 2

2007-06-06T01:32:00.000-07:00

so three and four are done too...
principle of communication engineering on the 31st and analysis of algorithms on the 5th...
pcom was good... ot was ok...
it rained that day... thundershowers n all
about 4 hours it rained... looked good...
aoa was not too good. which surprises me because i expected better of myself...
anyway only two more papers remain of which the next one is iem on the 9th its close after which theres math on the 19 th... thats far...
lets see how long it actually takes...

2/6

2007-05-26T09:35:00.000-07:00

So today the second paper was held as scheduled...
Computer Organization & Architecture...
it was a paper that wasn't too bad... could've gone worse...
took me at least 2 hrs getting back home, way too much traffic.
The next paper is on the 31st, though i hope it'll go much better.
Only time will tell...

And so it begins...

2007-05-22T07:37:00.000-07:00

Not a very original line, but it is true...

Today is the first day of my sem 4 exams. I have decided to write about it because i cant think of anything else to do.
3pm to 6pm... that has to be the most crazy time to keep an exam...

the paper was database management system... it was good, better than i expected at least, the only thing that screw this paper would be extra strict correction, that might even happen if my recent luck has anything to do with it.
I will hope for the best.

the next one is supposed to be on the 26th. "supposed to" because apparently the railways are going to be shut down for three days and 26th is one of them...
i hope it isn't postponed and most probably it won't but who knows...

New posts...

2007-05-12T23:19:00.000-07:00

I've jus posted some stuff to the story blog check it out and please comment...

My nephews first birthday

2007-04-18T03:48:00.000-07:00

Lyla-Oasis

2007-02-01T04:28:00.000-08:00

Calling on the stars to fall
And catch the silver sunlight in your hands
Come for me and set me free
Lift me up and take me where I stand

She believes in everything
and everyone and you and yours and mine
I waited for a thousand years
For you to come and blow me out my mind

Hey Lyla
The star's about to fall -
So what you say Lyla
The world around us makes me feel so small Lyla
If you can hear me call then I can say Lyla
Heaven help you catch me if I fall

She's the queen of all I've seen
And every song and city far and near
Heaven help me mademoiselle
She rings the bell for all the world to hear

new words...

2007-01-24T04:44:00.000-08:00

Over the past few years i have created my fair share of words, today I decided to share with the rest of th world, my infinite wisdom. No need to bow down just yet, first u have to see the words, I shall be providing them with definitions for those ignoramus' who wouldn't get the meaning right away, having said that... I invite all u mortal beings to marvel at the talent and hardwork.

1. Obviousicity- The obvious nature of something.
Used in a sentence: The obviousicity of that statement was undeniable.

enough for now, more later...

My story blog

2006-10-14T19:53:00.000-07:00

go there, read, enjoy... not posted in a long while, but don't worry will do it eventually, try to read sequentially dont the read the post on the very top, you'll ruin it for urself.

The utter nonsensical nature of life...

2006-09-25T01:25:00.000-07:00

No matter how much you try to rationalize your thoughts and think about what is "important in life", the mind due to all its vastness does manage to stray uncotrollably. In times like these it's very important to change all your perspectives and make sure that all that was important is not as important anymore and that the distractions should be the ones with all the importance in your life. This sets up another problem, the distractions are no longer distractions, they are now important and therefore when try to rationalize your thoughts to think about it, the mind due to all its vastness manages to stray uncontrollably again... and so on. Thus, it is very IMPORTANT that you never change your focus, coz once that ball starts rolling, it ain't gonna stop.

All in all, my point is that I'm thoroughly bored and seemingly with a lack of things to do with my life. This sentence was born not as a brainchild, but as a braincrap of mine, please treat it as such.

Thank you.

I'm baaack, again!!

2006-09-01T11:20:00.000-07:00

I was visting this site and was reading this stuff, and it made a lot of sense(surprisingly enough) it even got me thinking(Even more surprising), there are way too many people talking about the fact that democracy in india is all but dead, and that the corrupt politicians of this country are going to bring India to its knees and grovel in the dust like a dust-grovelling nation, anywho there are many there who also say that just holding discussions and debates from the safety of your home is pointless and ain't gonna help nobody, what we need is action. What these people fail to mention is what action should be taken, how do you decide what is good for the whole country?

The problem is that, once we start thinking of any kind of action, the first thing we think about are the repurcussions, and we start to realize that any small scale movement(violent or otherwise) is bound to be squashed by the government or the 'high-minded' (read pompous) people, who will call it angst or hooliganism (not sure that's a word) or whatever else and downplay it. Some students or patriots or intelligent people might actually try to carry on and support the movement, but in a country this size anything other than a wide-scale revolt is bound to end in defeat. Of course after considering all of this, people generally abandon the cause and let life take its due course, doing this means that they don't do a revolt at all, which forms, what is called, a self-fulfilling prophecy. How can it succeed if it's not even begun?

I'm baaaaack!!!!

2006-09-01T10:51:00.001-07:00

Doesn't it sound totally deranged when someone starts referring to themselves as the creators of the universe or worse in 3rd person, "He is not interseted", they say when by 'he' he means himself.

Plagiarism in India is reaching new levels, these levels unfortunately are not higher but much lower than they have been ever before. A great song(or composition or whatever) by violin player Vanessa Mae called Tocatta and fugue is picked up note for note and used to portray the talents of the lead actress, who is not only holding the bow in the wrong way but is moving feverishly from pillar to post making face ranging from sheer disappointment to content satisfaction to that of unbearable pain. In her over-zealous attempts she completely loses track of the track she's supposed to play resulting in complete mismatch between the strokes and the actual music. Very very badly done.

Mumbai University

2006-08-05T07:01:00.000-07:00

I don't know what to say about mumbai university.

They don't have the infrastructure to cope with the no. of students taking admission every year as a result of which, even when the result comes out nearly 2 weeks later than stipulated time on the net the server can't handle the traffic and it crashes rendering it useless for hours.

The mistakes are a seperate matter all together, for example, last year when one of my friends recieved his results it showed that he had flunked 4 subjects! It took him Rs. 600 to get a re-evaluation done, the results of which came out after the repeater's exams were held, he had to prepare for a total of 9 subjects, and get this when the re-eval results did come out, it turned out he had passed every subject in the first attempt itself and need not have given the repeaters' exam at all!!

The government should really consider revamping the system, because if this countinues, the already tarnished reputation of Mumbai University is bound to get even worse.

I guess I did have something to say!

I don't understand...

2006-07-25T02:54:00.000-07:00

What I don't understand is this...
People all over India were so united for the sake of Prince, the six yr old boy who fell into a 60 ft deep hole and was stuck there for close to 50 hrs, so were the news channels, they were all broadcasting info 24/7, but, these people were the same ones who said "It happens everyday" when more than 250 people died in the serial blasts in Mumbai.

Where was their concern for human life then?
They didn't spend two whole days broadcasting info about rescue operations or the condition of the people suffering in the hospitals. They were too busy criticizing the government, for their inaction.

Maybe the media should decide how much they are going to hype certain events. They are only wasting the peoples' precious time, especially those who want to watch some actual news.

My top 10 for now

2006-06-27T04:51:00.000-07:00

1. She will be loved- Maroon 5
2. Wish you were here- Pink floyd
3. Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen
4. Rang de basanti- Rang de basanti
5. Tu bin bataye- Rang de basanti
6. Vertigo- U2
7. The memory remains- Metallica
8. The unforgiven- Metallica
9. Fanaa- Fanaa
10. Teri deewani- Kailash Kher

Now, nos. 4,5,9,10 are hindi songs which are pretty recent and are great songs...
Others are well known english songs...

Vertigo-U2

2006-06-23T23:28:00.000-07:00

Uno, dos, tres... catorce
[Spoken vocal]
Turn it up loud, Captain!

Lights go down it’s dark
The jungle is your head - can’t rule your heart
A feeling is so much stronger than
A thought
Your eyes are wide
And though your soul it can’t be bought
Your mind can wonder

Hello, hello... (Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (dónde estás?)
It’s everything I wish I didn’t know
Except you give me something...
I can feel, feel

The night is full of holes
As bullets rip the sky of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll
They know that they can’t dance - at least they know

I can’t stand the beats
I’m asking for the cheque
The girl with crimson nails
Has Jesus 'round her neck
Swinging to the music Whoooaaa
Swinging to the music Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa

Hello, hello... (Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (dónde estás?)
It’s everything I wish I didn’t know
But you give me something...
I can feel, feel

Shake it...
Just for...
Jumping in... yeah

[Edge solo]

All of this... all of this can be yours
All of this... all of this can be yours
All of this... all of this can be yours
Just give me what I want and no one gets hurt

Hello, hello... (Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (dónde estás?)
Lights go down and all I know
That you give me something...
I can feel your love teaching me
Aaahhhhh-aaahhh-aaahhh-aaahhh...
Your love is teaching me
Aaahhhhh-aaahhh-aaahhh-aaahhh...
How to kneel, kneel

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAH,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEEEAAAAH!

another one

2006-06-19T23:15:00.000-07:00

-- So, it looks liek it's going to rain today
-- It might
-- How do you plan to prepare for it?
-- I don't plan to prepare for it... I've decided to take it as it comes...
-- You do realize the first rains are acid rains
-- yes, which is why I'll take a bath with extra soap
-- Soap??
--Soap is alkaline... it'll neutralize the acid and I will be protected from any and all decomposition
-- I think you should know something about soap...
-- What is that?
-- That you wash it off when you take a bath!
-- But that's if I take it off
-- So you'll put the soap on and and not wash it off?
-- Yup, thats the plan
-- Well, when you decide to put this plan in action please inform me, I want to make sure I,m not next to you during this time.
-- Well, then I think you should know, I started my plan yesterday

new post

2006-06-16T13:23:00.000-07:00

I've just made a post to http://raunakpilani.blogspot.com
visit and enjoy
bye

2006-05-31T20:51:00.000-07:00

So i'm back after a long stint... exams were on, actually their still on, but what the heck...
I decided to name the two of them, and I thought what would be a good name, none came to mind... so I would like for you guys to suggest me a name for these two, if i picked your suggestion i wouldn't give you anything, but at least you can be staisfied that you are good at something,and are not completely useless!! Just kidding...
So here's our next installment...

-- Why's it called a crab Nebula??
-- because it looks like a crab, and its a nebula...
-- whats a nebula?
-- it's something that looks like a crab
-- that almost made sense
-- thank you for noticing.

2006-05-01T20:49:00.000-07:00

I've just made new posts to My story blog: raunakpilani.blogspot.com
and also to my Truman show fic: worldbeyondseahaven.blogspot.com

Anyway... I thought of writing a completely idiotic conversation... you know, don't think just start writing and see where it leads u. Now, I haven't named the two so u'll know the other guy is talking by the '--' sign... here goes.

-- I'm so bored, there is no limit to how bored I am right now.
-- I know the feeling it's like not doing anything even though you are doing something
-- Huh?!
-- Well, we are doing something, but its not like we're doing it because we want to but because we should. get it.
-- Hmmm, no but anyway I just thought of something: do snakes ever take a dump?
-- No they don't, they dont have the... um... apertures for the purpose.
-- Well that's what a few people have said but I think they can crap.
-- No, they can't they puke out the stuff they don't digest but they dont crap.
-- Dude, that's gross how could they puke out their own crap...
-- The way you see it, it's like it's ok to puke out other creatures' crap but not your own.
-- No! but puking out your crap is so not the way of nature.
-- Not the way of nature?? Is this the same nature that created dung beetles to live in piles of crap, poor bugs, or who made papa birds feed their baby birds by regurgitating the food they have digested??? Mother Nature is a bit gross, and frankly I think it's good, or else the whole world would be full of snot nosed animals not wanting to get their feet dirty!! She figures if they get fed piss, crap, puke and stuff like that when they're kids they probably won't mind doing the stuff later, even if it's only to get revenge...
-- You're making me sick, man. Anyway you forgot animals marking their territory with their urine... that's like Nature saying its ok to pee in public. The people have no right to oppose me in doing that.
-- yes, dude exactly... Nobody has the right to oppose any bodily excretions you decide to undertake in the middle of the streets, except maybe people standing next to you...

That's it for now.. I'll come in with another installment later...

2006-03-28T09:14:00.000-08:00

I amar prestar aen.
The world has changed.

Han mathon ne nen.
I feel it in the water.

Han mathon ne chae.
I feel it in the earth.

A han nostron ned wilith.
(and?) I smell it in the air.

Much that once was, is lost
For none now live who remember it.

It began with the forging of the great rings.
Three were given to the Elves:
Immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.

Seven to the dwarf lords:
Great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men who,
above all else, desire power.

For within these rings was bound the strength
and the will to govern each race.

But they were, all of them, deceived;
for another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom,
the Dark Lord Sauron forged, in secret, a master ring.

And into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice
and his will to dominate all life.

One ring to rule them all.

One by one, the free lands of Middle-earth fell
to the power of the ring.

But there were some who resisted.

A Last Alliance of Men and Elves
marched against the armies of Mordor.

And on the slopes of Mount Doom they fought
for the freedom of Middle-earth.

Victory was near,
but the power of the Ring could not be undone.

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded,
that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword.

Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle-earth,
was defeated.

The ring passed to Isildur,
who had this one chance to destroy evil forever.

But the hearts of men are easily corrupted,
And the ring of power has a will of its own.
It betrayed Isildur to his death

And some things that should not have been forgotten,
were lost.

2006-03-08T17:48:00.000-08:00

What an amazing morning....

When i woke up it wass raining, now, ten minutes later I'm sitting here listening to bohemian rhapsody-queen, with the fan on low and the windows open, a light drizzle still coming down, the smell of fresh rain is amazing. Sometimes life is the best thing that could happen to you, and at other times life couldn't get any worse.

Even so, it's the good times that are worth writing about...

Wish you were here-Pink Floyd

2006-03-08T08:03:00.000-08:00

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Utterly butterly bored

2006-02-21T01:41:00.000-08:00

Whenever you start thinking that you're not noticing something, don't despair because you just noticed it!
There is no point in looking up to someone who's shorter than you, unless you're sitting down.
Blah blah blah blah....
long ago in a distant land I Aku master of all darkness, unleashed an unspeakable evil, but a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword stepped forth to oppose me, before the final blow was struck I flung open a portal in time and flung him into the future. Now, the fool seeks to return to the past and undo the future that is Aku...

May It Be-Enya

2006-02-04T23:23:00.000-08:00

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornië utúlië (Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië (Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadow's call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornië utúlië (Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way

Mornië alantië (Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

King kong quote

2006-01-05T09:51:00.000-08:00

"And, lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty
stayed his hand. And from that day forward, he was as one dead."

I read it in a news paper

2005-12-29T02:30:00.000-08:00

I took this from a newspaper (DNA Mumbai Thursday, dec. 29, 2005)... I don't know what a lot of the words mean but still do realize it is quite well written...
It might seem a little lengthy but bare with it, its great

Is this some sort of joke
slow death like cigarillos spewing smoke
watching life splutter, cough and choke
as it carries the day upon its yoke

chemicals riding crests of grey
spitting waves of acid spray
above, a dull flannel pall of gloom
settles like a blanket of dismal doom

belly-up fish stare with glazed eyes
unblinking look at smog-ridden skies
a sea gull calls out, weak and faint
a white brushstroke on a backdrop of taint

heavy clouds gathering into a frown
look helplessly at everything down
convulsed, as if in writhing pain
trying to withhold bitter tears of rain

of chain-smoking chimneys, what of them
like a bronchial attack relieving phlegm
difficult nights of incessant wheezing
where the trade winds once were breezing

half-naked kids running fingers through filthy sands
time running coarsely through innocent hands
what is a sand castle in the air
it's a patch of green- somewhere out there

dawn breaks to pigeons in hungry clutter
breaking the din with a feathered flutter
taxicabs cold-starting with painful spasms
sun filtering through deadly chemical chasms

vendors selling fresh supplies
the daily catch and the buzz of flies
balloons cut hteir umbilical cords and flee
seeking the elusive a zure canopy

fishnets hug the shore like a stocking
this is where tommorow is docking
harbour of polluting thoughts
harbinger of dire, dark and dingy plots

the waves dash upon the rocks
like frilly lace on sullied frocks
bare feet tingle not with the salt of the seas
but of a land's end rife with maladies

footprints on the sands of time
belong to another era and clime
shards of glass, like emotional scars do
remind you to wear that shoe

dazed crab wander on staggering feet
out of their holes and into the heat
marinated daily in sulphur nitrate
to be served up as a sauce on a seven-star plate

migratory birdss choose not to stop over
no longer the tourists' favourite hop over
a sea weed whirls upon the eddy
the next batch of spirulina is not quite ready

catamarans skim over waters so muddied
darkened by macabre crimes and bloodied
anonymous bodies wash ashore
anonymously wash back as eyes ignore

dogs digging for bones in the sand
people digging for the promised land
mocked by a fledgling who just learnt to fly
still searching himself for the promised sky

on a bench, a soliloquy of a war veteran
speaking sadly of guns, tanks and lost brethren
on the pavement, the click of walking sticks
like a slowing pulse rate that gradually ticks

joggers break their rhythm and stride
to allow pet poodles to be untied
every now and again to swoop
to dodge unexpectd pedigree poop

yesterday's newspaper caught by the wind
confesses to headlines that have sinned
not strictly true to the events of the day
it hurries in the hope of being recycled away

unsuspecting little girls with their hair in a braid
hopscottch on pavements history laid
or skip over a rope that turns to a beat
before, years later, they walk the same street

ice cream sticks in screaming neon glaces
stain the smiles of cherubic faces
hand-fashioned packets of salty pot pourri
hide delightful doses of new hepatitis E

couples necking on the promenades
whisper sweet nothings but hide their facades
talk turns to condoms and avoiding aids
and leaving just before the police raids

pieces of broken abd bruised sea shell
hurt the sole(soul) like war time shrapnel
a horse-drawn carriage trots in-an anachronism
smelling still fresh of the dung of imperialism

a cobbler spits on and shines a shoe
asks you to see your face against the milieu
a barber shop with a fantastic view
a shore shaved of foam and skinned of hue

people come out to feed the pigeons
with yesterday's leftovers and today's smidgeons
a sea gull seeking pritine haven
locks eyes with an irate landlubber raven

brakes screech and metals crash
women screech, while drivers and egos clash
amidst the noisy rants and raves
the background music of the waves

politicians make their landmark speeches
boasting of one of nature's best beaches
they mandate the place as a tourist spot
thus turning it into an underworld plot

a weatherbeaten ferry, in uneasy nausea
unable to bear witness, attains amnesia
somewhere a deadwood smells of rot
yet, stuff a photographer should have shot

a colour film carton in kodachrome
lies testimony to where lensmen roam
wondering why a snap in vivid colour
develops into a dull, dreary, sepia pallor

urchins wash, wind-dry and wear their rags
waving to cheerful pink and blue flags
non-biodegradable plastic bags
on distant mangrove creeks and crags

hi-flyers step out of their pigeon-hole homes
or corporate-cultured aerodromes
to inhale the fresh air through the fog
and write about nature on their blog

beer cans in drunken disarray
reek of an irresponsible saturday
and on monday, just an innocent scene
but for butts still high on nicotine

a million miles away a wave is just born
destined to reach a land lovelorn
rolling and rising. never to bow down
or believe, this was once the jewel in the crown

-----!!!!KEEP MUMBAI CLEAN!!!!-----

Alagaesian character

2005-12-26T10:24:00.000-08:00

This is a test to find out which character from the novel eragon you resemble the most, this was the reply i got...

You are most like BROM

You are indeed wise and experienced! You may encounter foes along your path and you are definitely brave enough to face them. However, you are wise enough to know when you can avoid a fight and save your energy. Your keen ability to think on your feet, resourcefulness, and ability to make allies are skills invaluable in any conflict.

The official site for the inheritance trilogy is www.alagaesia.com

I thought about it...

2005-12-22T00:48:00.000-08:00

Today morning I was reading the papers and came across the news about a swiss hospital adopting euthansia(Dictionary definition), and it really set me thinking. The points made by both the parties was fair it seemed to me but I still think it should be allowed.
The patient is very close to his death and has no chance of survival, hence he/she would want to end their own misery, so would their family members. Moreover, keeping the patient in this state would entail large costs. The family will be fighting a battle they know they will be losing and be putting the patient under more pain in the future. Instead of suffering the patient should be given a good death, so he can get relief from the pain.
Also, the patient is occupying a bed at the hospital, that could be blocking entry of another patient in the hospital, aptient who could have a much higher chance of survival. It would be cruel to the person who is not being provided a bed because another patient who does not have a chance of living is occupying it until eventually he dies.

My pic...

2005-09-18T09:46:00.000-07:00

This pic is like two or three years old, looks kinda creepy, but in essence it is what i look like...

Crazy as hell

2005-08-31T20:59:00.000-07:00

In the past 36 hours, I have slept 6 hours, but not more than 3 consecutive ones ..spent most of them awake at my office hammering away at a project, the demo for which was today.

Was literally toiling away at the workstation with the team .. eliminating bugs.. reimplementing features.. what not.. was not getting a lot of success.. the application was very unstable, and all of us were really scared that it would crash during the demo... new bugs were being discovered all the time by the team doing the testing..

But validation has never been sweeter. Everything went fine, and there are only a few more bugs that we need to take care of, and most important of all: The client was happy.

crazy as hell..

How to deal...

2005-08-10T05:32:00.000-07:00

There's one thing I remember about my school life through to the 12th grade more than anything else, backtalk that's not backtalk. I'll explain.

Normally, backtalk regarding a person is to be done in the absence of that person, to his friends or anybody. But, backtalk that's not backtalk is done in front of a person among a group of friends and is normally loud enough so the person can hear. The name will be pronounced loudly enough to catch attention and then a long discussion including sound and visual effects ensues. Such discussions are normally held by those who FEEL LIKE SHOWING they are better than the said person but know more than anything that they are not better if not worst.

It can be really annoying being close to people like these because they just can't help showing off, they know this is the only chance in their sick and pathetic lives that they will get to try and show others that they might be better than other persons. What's worst is the fact that when they are embarking on this "try" of theirs the person can think of no retorts to say on the spot, but once all of it is over and retorting will not matter the person will remember all the retorts he may ever need.

The only thing that seems fair to be done to these people is to knock the living daylights out of them, but, you don't want to stoop to their damn level, do you? No, you don't so you just murmur "Revenge" to yourself and let the matter go. This is really lucky for those idiots because, believe me, if my plans for revenge were ever carried out, a lot of people would be in many different stages of dying, and I would probably be in jail, which is one of the reasons why these plans remain just fantasies that you dream about to bring a little smile to your face.

There are also some kind of idiots who after insulting you actually expect help from you, you know, because they were so f@%&ing kind to you, it's pathetic. Unfortunately, if you give in thinking that if you help them they may not act as idiotic next time, then you tend to be idiotic yourself, because it is not in their genes to actually consider their needs for later, they always manage to Live for the moment! Damn As#$%&es, they will revert back to being dickheads in no time, and the next time they want help they say, "It was all in good fun!"I'm sure it wouldn't be so much fun if I just...

Anyway, if you know people like these, then the best thing you can do to help yourself is to kick that guy just once really hard in his balls, when he is least expecting it, if he doesn't back off, I'm really sorry for you.

Musical review

2005-07-19T02:16:00.000-07:00

MY TOP 10 FOR NOW:

1. My fair lady - David Byrne
2. Boulevard of broken dreams - Greenday
3. May it be - Enya
4. Losing my religion - R.E.M.
5. Dream on - Aerosmith
6. Secret - Maroon5
7. Long time gone - Dixie chicks
8. Feel good inc. - Gorillaz
9. Vertigo - U2
10. Thank you- Alanis Morrisette

See you next time with the next chapter

In the room...

2005-07-18T00:22:00.000-07:00

It took some time for her eyes to get used to the brightness of the room, but no matter how long she stared she could see nothing except white. She could not even distinguish between the walls and ceiling or the floor, everything was just very white. She tried turning around but her feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. She could turn her head back and saw that even the door was not visible, all around her the room was only white, no furniture, nothing at all.

For five minutes she just stood there not knowing what to do, her panic, which had been so high before she had come in, was now completely gone. Though her breathing was still as ragged as before she didn't seem to be worried about it. In fact, she wasn't even worried about the fact that she wasn't worried. She was just curious about what was happening, and that was all.

Her breathing was becoming deeper, and she was finding it steadily more and more difficult to breathe, slowly her chest and head were starting to ache. she even felt very tired and sleepy, and felt as if all that was important right now was to take a nap, and nothing else. She decided that it was going to be impossible while she was standing so it was better to lie down. She went down on her knees and then as she tried lying down she found that her feet were now free to move, she stretched her legs out and found that the floor was quite comfortable. Then laying her head down and curling up she slept soundly... never to wake up again.

What happened later

2005-06-10T03:56:00.000-07:00

The torchlight had now completely faded away, she was engulfed by thick darkness. She decided it was safest to move up the staircase rather than search for the door again. In this darkness her instinct told her to move forward rather than backward and so not knowing she was doing it, she started moving upward.
The journey upward was not pleasant in the least, the steps were of an odd length and height which seemed to keep changing. She continually kept stumbling forward, and at one point nearly fell off, but she held on the best she could on the wall. Finally she stepped onto the landing at the end of the staircase, she stood there started shifting the air around, as if trying to shift the darkness away. It was then she noticed that she was panting and sweating profusely, she was surprised to be this tired so soon. As her hand flew in the air it hit a metallic wall on her right, it wasn't right next to her so she moved a little more to the right still hugging the wall. When she reached the wall she started feeling all over it, it felt as if it had been embossed, and very intricately at that, her hand then found the door knob which she quickly turned, she did not know why she wanted to get inside but she just had a strong feeling that, going through that door was the only way she was going to be safe.
A sense of urgency had taken over her, though her surrounding enviornment was quiet, calm and dark, shefelt a great need to get through that door as fast as she could. The door was jammed as she trid to push forward, panic was now taking over her, she had to get throught that door! She applied her full body weight to it and pushed against it and the second she hit it, the door swung open.

Why we write blogs (or any other stuff for that matter)...

2005-06-07T20:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday night, I had a talk with my brother and he explained to me why people write creatively i.e. why people write books, blogs, diaries or even short stories.
My information on the subject was not very vast and so, after learning what i have learnt i decided to write it down, so that others may come and read it and get enlightened themselves.
There are many people who write for many reasons. Some write for financial benefit, some for the benefit of others, some write to tell their account of what happened, some to just get rid of a frustration that they might have and some write because they feel like it just so people can maybe read what they have written just so can read something. This is why blogs exist, they help people to just speak out their minds, mostly without any restrictions. They provide something called "Creative freedom", which basically means freedom to create what you wish.
Other forms of expressing oneself are writing books, novels, creating music and for some even their fashion sense and clothes are a way to tell the world... This is who I am.
Many write blogs to inform others of highly important and relevant things going on around them. Some would write a blog to comment on various issues, improtant and useless. Others just maintain blogs to get rid of their boredom, or because they feel they should have a blog just like everyone else. Same is the case, with all other written forms of media.
Bottomline: There are many different reasons to maintain a blog, and all you have to do is pick one and start typing.

Musical review

2005-06-07T04:22:00.000-07:00

Top 10 for now:
10: What a wonderful world - Louis Armstrong
9: A little less conversation - Elvis Presley
8: Leaving on a jet plane - Chantal Kreviazuk
7: Change the world - Eric clapton
6: Stacy's mom - Fountains of wayne
5: Secret - Maroon 5
4: Ek kudi - Rabbi Shergil
3: Ek geet - Rabbi Shergil
2: Turn the page - Metallica
1: Dream on - Aerosmith

Most of you may not recognize Rabbi Shergil, he is a great vocalist and guitarist and has come out with his debut album titled "Rabbi". Even though you may not understand the lyrics (which are in a sikh dialect), you want to listen to the whole album just for the pleasure of listening to beautifully made music.

You may have noticed that the songs in this list aren't exactly new, that's because it takes me a little time to get used to liking and adoring a song, these songs made it, many others didn't.

That's all for now next time i'll be back with a continuation of the excerpt i gave last time, see you all later, and don't forget to comment.

Beginning of one of my masterpieces...

2005-06-06T23:07:00.000-07:00

“Whoa! This is really amazing, are you guys seeing this?”
However, there was no sound in her ears except that of static.
“Kelly… Kelly… Are you there?” No reply.
“There’s something wrong here sir, the second she stepped in through that door we lost all contact with her. To top it all off she closed the door behind her. She’s putting herself in a lot of danger.”
“Don’t think so much, the building must have a radio jamming device, it has been here since before the war. Also, the only reason she closed the door is to get a good shot of the place in the dark, and then light it up and make it look spectacular, it is called showmanship. As for the danger if the stories about this place are anything to go by, then we might just have lost ourselves a great reporter, if not, well then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“If that was supposed to be any kind of consolation sir, then it wasn’t good.”
Back inside the mansion, Kelly Somers was walking around with only torchlight to guide her. She held her camcorder in her right hand and her walkie-talkie in the other. She was sweating profusely, and could not do anything but wipe her face on her sleeve. She was too scared to keep anything on the ground except her next step, which she only did after scouring the piece of floor in front of her for anything suspicious.
Ordinarily she would not have been this scared; she did not believe paranormal or supernatural things, but the descriptions her family and friends had given her in an attempt to scare her away from going in to the house seemed to have chilled her to the bone. She kept murmuring things like “If you’re hidden stay there”, or “I am never going to listen to your stupid stories ever again Bill.”
She noticed something about her torch, its brightness was a little less than when she had started out, which was about fifteen minutes ago. If its batteries ran out now she would be stranded in the dark, so, remembering the plan, she started looking for a light switch. The moments of utter fear inside the great hall, in which she was currently standing, had made her forget about switching her camera on to record the beauty of the mansion in the dark. She manoeuvred the circle of light from the floor to the walls in hopes of finding something to light the place up. As she moved the light, she noticed that the wall on her right was laden with golden tapestry, which reflected the torchlight faintly to give an idea to the watcher of just how big the main hall was. The light faintly illuminated two staircases starting from opposite walls that curved towards each other as they went up and met at the top opening to large passage way. The passageway held a large array of doors, nearly fifteen, they were very lavishly decorated, and held intricate works of carving which on some was depicting the ancestors of the family performing great deeds, like killing dragons, or holding two men on either shoulder wearing heavy metal armour. Some of the doors had long scripts on them, written in a language that certainly was not English, but Kelly could see none of the doors, the light from her torch was fading and she was too desperate to find a more permanent source of light, to admire the beauty of the mansion she had entered. She moved the torchlight onto the wall opposite to the one filled with the tapestries, this wall after seemed barren, only wallpaper could be seen on it and a few a hooks with ropes tied around them, following these ropes led her to the ceiling, there she saw a beautiful chandelier. She took hold of the rope and slowly brought the chandelier to eye level, she noticed it was lit by candles; this was a problem because she did not have anything with her to light the candles
She started looking around, but as the torch was almost out, she could hardly see anything. She tried feeling her way around, the walls felt smooth and strangely warm compared to the air in the room. She kept moving along the wall, as she moved, her foot hit a step, and she stood there silently wondering what to do next. Her breathing slowly started to quicken, and become louder. Fear was now completely taking hold of her, she was rooted to her spot, not doing anything but sweating and watching the staircase. This whole time she had dismissed the legend she had heard as a myth, but now she seemed to be realizing that the legend was enacting itself as she stood there. When the front door closed without so much as a touch from her, she told herself that it was caused by the wind, but the legend said any who entered the house would be held inside it, with or without their consent, by the house itself. It was thought to have a mind of its own; it sustained itself on the flesh, blood and the fear of any creature that entered, be it human or animal.
It was said to have been built by an eccentric, old man who supposedly had connections with the most terrifying devils hell could sustain. This, though an exaggeration was not entirely wrong. He was eccentric and old, and on his journeys to different parts of the earth, he had managed to befriend a most terrible group of people. They had taught him things, nobody knew ever existed. He became a master in the arts of torture and administering pain...

To be continued...

Hello one and all

2005-03-21T19:02:00.000-08:00

Wasssaaaaa!!!
This blog will actually be used as a platform for my literary works, my rants, raves and so on and so forth..
I am a great harry potter fan, and am currently waiting for the sixth book to come out...
All comments constructive and destructive are welcome, though the latter ones will be replied to in the same manner...
So until the next time i log on, wait for me...

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Hello one and all

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