Friday, February 6, 2009

Coming up...

During the non-availability of my laptop, I happened to do a lot of things... Get pathetic grades, Write some shit and watch Opeth... Now watching Opeth was a seriously amazing experience... 10,000 people, Mikael singing the Drapery Falls... Was too much to handle :)

Here's evidence in support of the plaintiff:


Fun!


Plus... Wrote a couple of Songs, one on how one faces peril in life and tries to overcome, and the other on how happiness alone cannot suffice without its alter ego...

And... We're Back!

Aloha!!

Please don't buy HP Laptops... They suck real bad... My laptop functioned creepingly ok for a year... Ever since that, I have had to change my motherboard 4 friggin times! Which is of course ridiculous!

December 08, I give my laptop to the HP Services, and its lying there ever since, due to "unavailability of spare parts". Now if they really wanna learn Supply Chain Management and Just In Time Operations... Hell I can make HP way way better than what they are demonstrating now! Pathetic! Nonsense! Beasts! Illiterates! Sinha up mine!

I got a beautiful Dell Studio Lappie... On which I am posting right now... It is sheer brilliance... Go Dell!! :P

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Diplomacy

Diplomat whisky... He's joining the UN... Did Gaikwad call? Hahaha Saala!! Ki korchish bara?? Kambal maaro... Chaati aali!! Its phenomenal!! Beautiful!! Beautiful!!

Words define amusement, hate and the eventual state of being... Likewise, the words above churns the din which I hear... Get a load of these and you shall pass...



Likewise, per se...



Kaaa - Punked!!!


The Shiver of Winter

Memories Cry
As they pass by
Contemplating their end

The willow creeks by
As its children die
Elderly lament beckoning

Scenes of joy now fade away
As the world turns grey
All of them now hate to say
The paled out leaves fly all in vain
Its the curse of Winter
Its inflicting pain

Hate
Seasons of Hate
Killing the white and spawning the dark
Night
It never seems to end at all
The hopes and dreams inevitably fall
The curse of Winter striketh

Dreadful woe
Pitiless souls
Blasphemic creation of the Black Hole
Faith wrenched out through its gut
Sin and Sin fill this wretched mess

Hate
Seasons of Hate
Killing the white and spawning the dark
Night
It never seems to end at all
The hopes and dreams inevitably fall
The curse of Winter striketh

A Silver Line
Shows its kind
Healing the World and the Man

A Candle of Love
Shining in the end
Which we would carry back to the Beginning

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Camel Toes

Store water and use them... My better half says that all the time... Water is just a misnomer... You get my point...

Today we rode. We rode round and round till we reach the red glowsign... P(arag)orn was where we went... The Hideous one, the diplomat, my other half, my yet other half, the orgasm and the sticker... Squids and fishes did we devour under temptation... And we rode... We rode round and round and then we came...

I love irritating you... It brings out my erection so nicely that i feel like applying hot meddlerose lotion in front of it... Love irritating you, dear luck... You fuckin bastard... You let me down and down and down and when i feel i'm dead, you save me... Sure do i realize you are friggin playin with my life... Uriah Heep thingy this has become... Fishy hands which smell and slip when i hold on to you... Then you let go and i fall... Then you become doctor rubberhandle and lift me up just before i hit ground zero... Pathetic this is! Shaeeehh!!

Yeah you can wear those tracks my dear... All up till your necktard... No no don't meet these fuckers... They are all bung gungs... You wear that right up till your neck... Damn... I need water... Storage theory... Respect ye Brethren, you slimy piece of cock a poo...

Monday, November 10, 2008

This

Gather... To see the world through my eyes
Remember... That we are born to live it right
Forever... We don't know it calls to discover
And Ever... Make it by for one another

Nepotism, Retribute,
Overconfidential truth,
People's nation, where i tread low
For every reason I foresee and go

No one's helping, no one's there...
I see no answer, i burn in hell,
No one's listening to my street show
Do i kill them, or do i let go?

This
Is what we call
The heaven's answer for this ever stancer
And everything with eyes above

This
Is what we call
Forever and ever, Forever and ever
Forever and ever till we bite the dust

Sshhh and don't you shout
You holler and they come out
Darkness and all things deep
Gonna suck you in, you never had a chance, when you get in

Knowledge gaining, Shower of might,
Legacy maintaining, up and tight
Freedom of money, Genetlemanliness
Wretched life is all a mess

Why do we have to go on and on?
When spirits of ours are about to dawn
Why do we listen to you and him?
Well you can go die in your favouritism

This
Is what we call
Realize and action everyday and a fraction
And all the reasons which we carried on

This
Is what we call
Delivering it bloody right on the face
Standin up and tall and a call for embrace

This
Is what we call
The heaven's answer for this ever stancer
And everything with eyes above

This
Is what we call
Forever and ever, Forever and ever
Forever and ever till we bite the dust

Finally we come to an end
Are all our answers dealt with my man?
I see the sunshine I killed the rain
I finally feel I'm void of vain

The Great damn Maladies of Life

They say to digress out of your friggin career is a sin beyond the levels of adultery... I totally agree with that. I'd love to write a book on how the woe worms wrap around your nose all the bloody time and give you nightmares after nightmares... Perhaps i will...

Life is what in the Indian Cultural retrospect? Two balls make you somethin like a black hole... Somethin that always can suck in whatsoever comes in front of it... Knowledge, Fame, Responsibility... A good life they say? A wife, kids, cars, a huge whore of a house, a flamin job which lets you do the right thing and benefit and benefit... And then you die? Is that what we all want? Is that the culture we all follow?

Ladies and Gentlemen of the great Indian society, here is what i present to you a stream of spoilers which I believe you believe...

Benefit is what we all call the right thing to do - benefit yourself, benefit you wife, your kids, your parents, your whole society, your dog... I mean, why do we do all that? What exactly would I get if i benefit you? Cared to even think of that? Guess what, I got the same ol brain, the same ol heart and the same ol want for more which you all got... Parents... Right... They love us... Very much... Groom us, teach us, grow us up... They tell us to be a man - to do everything for the greater good for the greater people (Fuck Ethics)... To earn money, to get fame, name and a beautiful girl - same caste, same creed, same color, get kids, who grow up to earn even more money than we do... Is that what they want? Yes!! They send us to School where some knuckleheads come and teach us Science which is for the benefit of mankind... Now wait just a minute, I'm so not criticizing the use of a school or an institution... I mean Man has eaten the forbidden fruit, so there HAS to be a craving for knowledge and that's the way of the Devil... Allright, School gives us informative stuff we can benefit from... We go our ways... But certain points in life we meet these lovely moments, these lovely things which our heart melts and moulds itself into the same shape as it is... Love, Music, Creativity, Nature... All of that... These things matter to us eventually and we gather around our memories ramming our heads where do we actually fit them in?

With all the bloody competition to survive, and to get bigger, we ignore these heart melting gems and try being a black hole per se... What we really want is for us to be happy... Wouldn't we be happy doing things for our hearts? Benefit our heart for one damn minute? Aren't we digressing NOW? I mean, career is essential no doubt, but why do we ignore certain things just because others dont care? Others can go F themselves for a minute, you can stop F'ing yourself for once and get to the thing you like doing the most... But then we are all bloody mechanically quasi-functional... Can't we just get out for ONE nipple of a minute of that Fibonacci Series we all fall into? 1:2:3:5:8:13... Can't we be the second purest thing after God for just one damn minute? Can't we stop being Bots for heaven's sake?

I'm not too good in practicing what I preach, but I let my stream of consciousness flow once in a while, and so I did just now!! Even i'm into this retarded existence...

Damn! This is Some fucked up shit...