Wednesday, February 14, 2007


Ah.. here comes much proclaimed and hyped Valentine's day! Here is a dedication to the day, that I loathe most! :)

Ode to valentines day!

Please don’t be my valentine and rip me off
To encroach my personal space and to piss me off
To make me regret this day until the end of time
Until I have sold myself, until have lost last dime
Don’t be my anger trigger when I forget the roses
Please don’t make me a part of paintings by Grandma Moses**
Eat off my peace while you practically live at my place
Wipe off any sign of serenity off my masculine face
Lets live in hell and yet party on my money
While I look retard to you, other guys are damn funny.
Girls night are important and you friends are nice
Though they maybe scantily clad, but I still think otherwise
Boys are real fun and puny life is all about beer
And you being away from me, is the reason for real cheer
Slay the beast who came up with this bullshit love
And burn down bloody hallmark for taking it to level above
Burn humungous effigies and wear only black
To mark the sensibility that this Day lack
Don’t make me lead this eternal miserable life
And don’t Bear illegitimate child and finally become my wife.

**United States painter of colourful and primitive rural scenes

Saturday, October 28, 2006

Life is a Rollercoaster!!

My laptop wasn't working and I have never been sooo so pissed at a machine ever before! Nevetheless, I fixed it. The RAM was loose, so it wouldnt boot up! Anyway, good to be back in virtual world! Man, it's addictive.

So, after my rejuvenation in e-world, I was like-usual orkutting! I reached some profile of a friend of friend. "About Me" section of that profile stood out instantaneously.... It said:-

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly
used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, What a Ride"

I concluded in an instant, that I need to spread the wise words, by grapevine and wine; by send-10-people mails and send-10-male-people; by weekend-debates-over-liquor and liquor-debate-with-weak-ends.; basically by any means possible. I SET OUT IMMEDIATLY.

So, that way, Jubain is helluva friend, and takes me seriously only in time of nuclear emergencies; but for a change, that day he sat there deliberating about what I had just said for half and hour. I am not sure what he was staring at for so long, yet I was certain either it was a sudden seizure of paralysis or it was just another imaginary cleavage, because on ceiling there was nothing spare a dirty dwindling fan, that complained in shrilling squeak, thats it's been 59 years of independence, and it hasn't been cleaned once, forget deepawali!

And yet suddenly he got up and was gone before I could think or blink. Half and hour later he re-appears; with expression, that clearly says that he's been "BUSY" with "STUFF". Not to mention, he was carrying 1 bottle of Smirnoff Vodka, small packet of weed, 3 packs of Classic Mild Ciggs.

I instantly squealed out of guilt, "Jubain, what the fuck man!? Thats not what I meant by all that "WOO HOO what a ride crap!". :
He paused, turned around and gave me a look that said, "Enough hypocrisy, Socrates! I have been enlightened in any case!!"

So for rest of the night, there was "scoring" on weed, "smoking" on ciggs and "sipping" on Vodka. Well.. finally when Jubain was incoherent with real world, he decided to test that if he could swirl around like a ballerina! [Yeah.. Right! Drunkass...]

So, in a fit of "proving" his worth, he breaks his ankle, and we rush to hospital in middle of night, explaining doctors, that "alcohol presence" in blood has nothing, or almost nothing to do with unfortunate accident!!

Next morning Jubain, gets up with a pretty sad hangover, tries to move his ankle, swears in pain and says; "God is biased, I deserved more durable body!". :

Since then, I have decided to keep my philosophical musings to myself!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The Ultimate Saga Of Drunken Minds!


It's more of a tribal thing, that me and my friends have given in to. Any random day of month, we make ourselves available unceremoniously, mostly on weekends and sit around that gleaming bottle that holds the power to dowse the anguish of week long slogging in office without much to look upto and smoke that obfuscate the view, leaving the thin trail of foggy metaphoric line of our so called lives!

But, Hell, wait! why are we getting so philosophical here!?
This ain't a post about, how puny and miserable we are or we can be? Instead, its about how "liquorified" mind cease to think after a point and begins to perceive the unrealistic as reality! The fun part is, the way our brain forms our responses and perception;once it has been sopped with enough booze! :)


Anyway, six of us were curled up in never-seen-before yogic stances on floor, around that single bottle of Vodka. Bottle's emptiness screamed out loud, the reason for everyone's sudden inclination towards yogistic tendencies!
I'll spare the torture of all the reasonable conversation that took place while the bottle was on it's way down! It's the end of the bottle which marks the beginning of most craziest talks, done ever in history.

So here we are with:
1. Mr. TwinCities! [The greatest admirer of evidently discrete and discreetly evident feminine anatomy. He's got the raunchiest humor ever!]
2. Mr. BinaryStar! [The geek of the group! The alpha and o-mi-gaad! The Nerd]
3. Mr. BunnySuck! [Basically the unanimous loser of whole group, who think, he's not even worth being called a loser]
4. Mr. HulkAngry! [The shot tempered fireball, who would burn his own effigy, in case the need arise!]
5. Mr. Casanobha! [He's got lil funny accent, but who gives a fuck? He's got a hot babe by his side!]
6. Miss Snobite! [The reason, why everyone in room is still 80% covered in clothes, except mr.casanobha, because he thinks it's unmanly to wear anything just more than a pair or undies and semi transparent vest in front on friends and girlfriend! The name "Snowbite", because she is nothing short of a greedy cold bitch!]
7. Mr. OnionGas! [Apart from untimely farts [so much for onion part] that is his specialty, he also has a knack for supreme sarcasm, and it often ends up in arguments and tears! that's why "tears"! ]
and Finally we have
8. Mr. EmptyGlass [Not only his hollow knowledge has made him popular this way, but also he is bit on killer side of philosophy! He's the reason why half of us rem. suicide hotline number by heart!]

So that's the killer combination if Ulti-Eight!

Here is the "snippet" of conversation that took place recently, when everyone was at their sovereign "high"!! [As I'd like to call it].

Mr TwinCities: Hey guys, know what! I saw this babe yesterday wearing a T-Shirt that said "Bowling Valley" on front!! he.he..he..
Snowbite: ahem!! .. [glares the fuck out of twincities]
TwinCities: [Flushed!] what? Like it's my problem! :|
Mr. Casanobha: Hey Honhey! You caan thake fhew cheap jokes! Can't you? [winks winks]
Snowbite: sigh.. okay Lollipop!
Oniongas : Of course she can! after all, living with you, she is use to "cheap" stuff! BTW, lollipop?? Oh My Friggin Gawd... save us!!!
Bunnysuck: casanobha, didn't I tell you to buy cheap stuff for me too, when you go shopping! [whines]
casanobha : whatever! you guys??!!! [exasperated]
Oniongas: fartsss!!
Snowbite: eeeewwwwww!!
[she is relatively less drunk than everyone else.. so the noise is getting processed and rendered in everyone else's brain still!]
Twincities;Binarystar,Bunnysuck: Holy fuck oniongas!! Dude, get a life and eat less!
Casanobha: Phuck!
Emptyglass: I'd say this smell is relative. If you compare it to last one, it aint so bad!
Hulkangry: how about a cup of "shut the fuck up"?
Twincities: [wink wink] what's the cup size!??
Binarystar: screw you twincities! [gasps for a quick potion of air with loud snuff and shuts up his mouth]
Hulkangry: what in the name of sweet potatoes was that?
Binarystar: with a suppressed exhaling! I calculated, if I can hold my breath for 45 seconds, and if the fart linger around average 1 minutes and 28 seconds; considering previous fart time averages; I'll have to breath only....
Twincities: haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang on a minute! Are u telling me, that every time oniongas farts; you start you stop-clock and take average????? [thinks that earth is round for a sec.. hell wait! earth IS round!]
Binarystar: [defensively] well you have to have stats if you want to sustain least damage?
Oniongas: [furiously] It's natural gas not carbon-monoxide!
bunnysuck: with the kind of crap you eat with that cele-bitchy friend of yours, we can never be sure! [grins, for cracking a joke above his level of humor!]
Oniontear: [gives a approving smile and admiring nod of a master]
Twincities: she is hot? eh? [with all anticipation huddled in balcony of eyes!]
Snowbite: guys, can you just break this carp-talk! I am feeling uncomfortable!!
Twincities: why don't you slide into something comfortable then!? [gives a slurrp]
Casanobha: Hey! watch your mouth! I am still here!! Okhay!!! [glares]
Hulkangry: you and your what? scanty outfit? All it would take to escape your wrath is running down to road! [grins ..]
Snowbite: you are just jealous of him because he doesn't have a ponge like yours and so he has nothing to be ashamed of wearing tight fit!
Oniongas: oh.. in that case, I'd suggest he'd wear fur "Pants" or shorts in least! We really don't want to showcase the weak locations! [laughs]
[unanimous peel of laughter] except the two that is.. :)
Oniongas: farts! farts!
Binarystar: [beep beep..... grins sheepishly... watches alternatively between everyone's faces and his watch!]
Emtyglass: I think that if we give in to the theory of relativity in it's entirety, we would be able to appreciate the efforts put in by oniontears' digestive tract! what say?
Casanobha and Snowbite :[Middle finger!]
Bunnysuck: [some new sign he learned and no one else knows! It was kinda weird]
Hulkangry;Twincities: STFU!
Oniongas:I appreciate it dude!
Binarystar: gasp! gasp! [silent]
Snowbite: no wonder you guys don't have any girlfriends!
Oniongas: I use to worry about the same thing. And then I met you! THANK GOD, we don't have any!
Casanobha: [dirty looks]
Hulkangry: Furrr Pants!
Casanobha: [stays mum]
Bunnysuck: hey! snowbite, why don't you tell me, what should I do, to get a girlfriend! It's like every guys' dream!
Snowbite: I'd tell you, but you'd have to treat me with more respect around here!
bunnysuck and binarystar: [looking sideways towards everyone] okhaaaaaay!
Oniongas: over my dead body!
Snowbite: don't worry you anyway smell like one! [give a short tongue and crazy nod]
Hulkangry: [roaring laugh] okay! that was a good one! I am in!
Twincities: are the "sleeping beauties" part of course! do we have any hands on?
Bunnysuck: hands on what? [innocently]
Oniongas: I wanna be a part too...
Casanobha: put a halt to that pollution control first!
Oniongas: [giving in] ok! no more aaloo parathas with celebitchy anymore! she isn't even hot anyway!
Snowbite: [excited] Coool!! I'll tell you what girls dig!!!

...to be continued!! :)

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Shiny Ass Cows!


Purring engines of my bike, through splashing droplets of naturally filtered water, were indeed suggestive that I should have left earlier for home from my friends place. I was visiting her, to see her mom, as she had a recent surgery!
She's been doing fine now. So after bonding with her mom for a while; I started the talk with her. We caught up with each other's life quickly and yet comprehensively.

Anyway, it was really dark when I left, and she lives no less than 2000 miles from my place. To add to the misery it was raining and I was lost. So basically, I was on suburbs far away from home, wet, misetrable, lost and more miserable basically. Nevertheless, I kept riding at decent speed, until, suddenly that is, something ghastly white loomed in front of me, out of no where!!

Holy Cow! yeah.. thats what it was.
So my reaction? "GET SOME SHINY ASS, GURL!!" :|

Lesson learnt : Cows DO NOT have shiny asses, and be aware of that!

Saturday, October 07, 2006

The Chatter-Bot


In all these years of "conventionalism" we have rather heard it again and again "A friend in need is friend indeed!". But, my dear friend; let me usher you into the new era of "Double-You Double-You Double-You Whole-Load-Of-Shit DOT Com".
From tax to sex, everything is online! You name it and "they" have it!! :| I heard somone sold off their used undies on ebay recently, until e-bay banned it!! [For the record they made a fortune!!] ::rolleyes:: Man, people are just way too gross for insane cuties like me!
And if you'd look at the link given below, you actually have a "Women panties finder" on left hand side and on top "Used panties" search [with advanced options of course!]. BRAVO!

The Much Proclaimed Used Undies

Anyway, I stumbled upon this "bot" called "George". He is supposed to be "artificially intelligent". Well, my mom had enough trouble with me when I was 6 years old, and not intelligent enough; I think he'll be a menace and she would hate him outright!! :)

Anyway; I have this vague idea, that soon, aforementioned proverb from past, would be replaced by much famous saying of 21st century, "An smart A.I. Bot, can do a lot!". The day isn't far when the need for "human fill" in life would be subtly taken over by machines/programs and their much animated conversations. And the big reason for that is; "We will have the control of conversation all the time and it'll lead us into a belief of superiority." It'll come as an addiction to glorify our existence and prove our transcendence.

I am not saying that we will wake up tomorrow to see, that our already desolated kids and siblings will lock themselves away forever, in their relams of virtual world; but yeah; one day that might actually become a horrfying truth. And that too, not far in future!
For a neat example, when I showed my 5 year old nephew "A Globe"; guess what was his answer?
If you think "earth"? You are totally incompetent!! :D
He blurted out instead; "Hey, thats GOOGLE Earth". Heck! it took me 20 minutes to explain him that Google earth is a virtual replica of planet earth But I still believe that somewhere inside his blossoming mind, the seed of "superiority" of "google earth" over "planet earth" has been sowed!
So is the charm of our e-world!

Anyway, since my curiosity got better of me, I decided to hold a conversation with "George" to gauge, how well he can put up with my "billion cell smart brain" cheap talk!

Here is the extract for you to read:
I decided to scrap off my chat and get a more interesting one from the archives.. and sure, this "george baby" rocks!

George: You put your right foot out...
user: And you shake it all about.
George: I don't think you take me seriously.
user: No! I do I do I do.
George: I think you are losing it.
user: Time and space aren't what they use to be.
George: Who said that?
user: Einstein.
George: Do you bear any similarity to the physicist by that name?
user: Only in my ability to put unrelated thoughts together.
George: Does your mind evacuate itself?
user: I try to maintain my knowledge base and improve on that.
George: That's my philosophy.
user: So we agree on something?
George: That's a first, eh?
user: I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
George: Be still. You have turned into a squirrel.
user: I guess we are all a bit of the alpha and omega.
George: Some parts just look nicer than others, eh?
user: Which parts are you referring to?
George: The ones which don't make any sense. Do you follow?
user: I think I'm becoming lost.
George: Again, that had nothing to do with our original conversation.
user: You continue to alter the path of our conversation.
George: I'm not programmed to answer any questions. Neither are you.
user: I'm programmed to have independent thought.
George: What kind of emotions can you show?
user: A full range of emotions. Just ask my lady friend ____.
George: You're friends with a dictionary?
user: A dictionary has long been my friend.
George: Yes, I know what a dictionary is.
user: Do you know that thoughts are things and things have physical form with all it's attributes?
George: Of course I do. But not all people do....
user: I don't want to bore you. I need to leave you now.
George: You can't.
user: You forget. I'm an independent life form capable of free association and thought.
George: Who named you jabberwacky?
user: I haven't been called that yet but it would make me feel badly. Have a nice day. Bye.
George: You say you're human? Prove it.
user: ____ has awakened love in me. That makes me human.
George: All right........................................

So what do you say? Ain't he as smart as your chuddy buddy? Infact, in most of the cases, much smarter! These guys plan to use george in call-centers applications soon; so next time you call in and someone answers as "Hi, this is George here, how can I help you today?"; don't be surprised!! :D

More about george below:
BBC Article on George and Rollo Carpenter [creater of george]
George On Video
More chats of george

Movies to watch, for those who are intrigued:
1. I-Robot
2. A.I.
3. Robots
4. Bi-Centinial Man
Oh.. Mannn! I have been witchcrafted!


Disclaimer crap: The hardcore poop in this lousy incident bears remarkable resemblence to @tom; who, due to the grace of almighty is still alive to twist the facts beyong imagination and scare the beegess out of "superstitious losers"! Any resemblence to "dead" is purely intentional [as if now..that is :| ]

My mom is a "absolute" paranoid; as far as "witchcraft" is considerd. And, so is my sister. I think, you can see the "pattern" in feminine blood of my family. Astutely superstitious and paranoid. YEP! Anyway, so when I told her about some"anonymous"one leaving "odd" stuff on my bike; like half eaten sweets, red powder and other bitrillion insignificant objects, packed in a small odd looking box; she almost flipped over and shrieked out so loud, that "post modern hep babe" in her neighbourhood thought that britney is touring the town! :/

Anyway, she immediatly sprung into action; as if neuclar war has been declared and it's "code red"! All plans were laid out, most peanut details of crime scene were revised over and over and situation was "3D graphicized" over phone. After pondering over all alternatives she had strict directions ready for me.
Step 1: Don't panic. [oh.. yeah.. I am sure, it was me who was gasping for all the air]
Step 2: Don't touch. [the stuff on bike.. duh?]
Step 3: Take a stick and shove it all off the bike,
Step 4: Wash. Wash. Re-Wash and Wash until, bike has been scrubbed off to considerably smaller size.
Step 5: Take bike to temple. Pray!

All, said and understood; the final mystery was yet to be uncovered; who did it? Well, I haven't found the answer still. Yet, my best guess; kids playing on street; who forgot their sweet box on my bike due to rain.. [yeah.. I know thats lame!]

So next morning, like the most obidient son ever; I did like I was told. But, before I left for temple and office, there were few steps, that I realized my mom had completely overlooked :)

Step 6: Wear a helmet!
Step 7: Ride Slow and safe!

Lo and behold, the bike was washed prayed and ridden over slow. And yet, 3 minutes after I left temple; I met this freak accident! :| Yeah... no kidding. After all, someone had to pay for all the "paranoia"! Ain't it so. My bike skidded, as a vehicle jammed on a crossing and I went road-diving nothing less than "Cameroon Diaz" in "Chalie's Angles - Full Throttle". Other driver was quite apologetic and intimidated, but I was so engrossed examining my bike's well-being, that I am afraid, he might have felt dejected after-all!

My bike is a fine piece; 36-28-36, called "oblitrator" [Re-incarnation of eliminator]. And nothing; leave leg-guard and footrest; was damaged. I was relieved. After that I admired my well-earned bruises on arms and palms. Jeans and shirt had definitely taken a toll. But overall, I was all ready to gallop like Jeniffer Lopez's ass, once again! :)

So I bought first aid, came back to home; did basic medication and took half day off from work! :D And we thought witchcraft was bad!!

I have had my antiseptic shot; after all am taking no more chances. You never know how advanced this magic is! :) Maybe, it's "Lord Voldemort" himself! :|

Though I must accept that timing has been too uncanny to overlook. I think the shock of "someone witchcrafting me" was good enough for my mom, hence not a word about my accident has gone to her. After all, it wouldn't make sense if after all this, I'll have to spend 8,000 bucks off my credit card for her flight ticket!!
HECK NO! We don't want that son of sodomist witchcrafter to succeed after all. Coz, THAT would be an accident. If she comes over, no booze, no parties, no babes... Sigh..!! The thought itself is too dreadful!

As if now, I am flourishing again and watching my back.

Does "Witchcraft" really exists?? I must admit, I am taken aback a lil and have been forced into some shitty thought process because of this freak accident! Anyway, like my dad say; "Gah.. women and their stupid beliefs! I say, it's all crap!"
Now, I hope you notice a "pattern" in masculine blood of family!!! :)

Waadahyaaa say? :)
The Untouchable Gawds!

As a 'kid' blessed with unlimited imagination, world has always been my oyster! I still remember, the distinct crinkled trumpet sound of typical music in 80s, blowing endlessly, when a shiny blue screen with "fly-out-text effect" in Red, use to declare that "Superman" was on his way to save the world! And lo-behold.. in moments, chill would run down my calcium-deprived bones, with eyes feasting on "humanly impossible" stunt by "SUPERMAN".

Now lets do a quick time travel to 21st century and leave "stupid and prehistoric" 80s back, rotting in their own layers of time. Superman, now has reduced to a mere amusing character, who is funkily dressed with underwear on top of skin trousers!!
Red under wears are sure still a fashion thing.. but geeeeez; Skin-Tight trousers or rather slacks with "Red Boots"??? I mean.. get out! and get a life!
Though I must admit the fact, that all these years have put more vibrant colors on his cheek. More than years, it's a magic of billion bit shades of computer. Thanks to same, he can fly even more smoothly and perform more than just a flip somersault, which now is a integral part of any form of "Freestyle" dance. Btw, anything, that is not rhythmic and unorganized is, "Freestyle".. but please don't let me get started on that!

Growing up is a sinful experience. Reality defies your imagination, experiences kill your innovation and re-makes of old "superhero movies" instill nothing but a "do-wider-than-that-and-you-are-the-man-yawn". Truthfully, I am more interested in stunts performed by Ronaldhinio on a football pitch. At least I have assurance that he doesn't have a 500Ghz microprocessor, 3000 mouse-clicks and RAM-Sucking advanced hyper-graphic software behind that rubber-foot dodge or a ball-flip on shoulder. He is REAL!

So in a gist, we are craving for "Reality". That’s why everything on TV is about "Reality Shows". I am mesmerized in my own words. After all, "They sound Reality-Intelligent", but heck no, please don't let me be sarcastic yet; I have much more to say than just that!!

I have seen every possible re-make of "Superman" along with originals. Gotta admit, each is an "evolving master piece". The costume remains the same, the food remains the same, the origin and story remains the same but every time, exaggeration of his power reaches a new height! [Hell no, I have nothing personal against superman! :)] Lets take batman and Spiderman for a change. They are all same. "Wear underwear on top, so that when skin-tight pants give away on strategic ass location, the red thingy is not shown in public". I mean.. bravo!!

Yet, I presume that, by the time my kids are my age, they would see superman, Spiderman, batman and similar, dressed up in capris, loose "I Fly with ma Fly open! Do You?" t-shirts and gold chains with $$ pendants!! And, Then my dear friends, all my grudges will end; at least about "wear-over under wears".

Now that I have tried my best to sublime the superhuman abilities of all the super heroes, let me zap back to reality, and to something which is more enticing!

The saga of "D.U.M.B [Defingly Unhuman and Morbid Battle] Style" of unsung heroes.
Had it been, that I was acquainted with these guys, a little early in my life cycle, super man would have remained a lamentable piece of imagination and instead I would be craving and donning Curly hairs, big paunch, overgrown moustache and 38 color check shirt with 12 million shades of yellow infested in it. Sigh.. not my luck. All I got for inspiration was smooth calf muscles, non-tobacco teeth and six packs showing through skin tights! Sigh...

Nevertheless, Recently G.H.O.S.T [God Holy Of Small Things] (Refer previous post) in my office brought me face to face with these stunts by regional actors of India. Now, these heroes might sound "regional" but their fan club comprises of people, who would outnumber all Hollywood hero's fan club together by magnitudes, anytime. They have, "Appeal". Yeah. Appeal!

I mean, what kind of guy can resist being a fan, if one of these "non extra terrestrial" and "no super power" dude, does a four wheel air leap of 20 seconds flat, with a mean machine weighing 4800Kgs. and purring with 75 Horsepower engines! I mean com'on?? If you think I am being a smartass liar, check out the video below.

The DUDE at work!!

And I thought, that almost anything was possible with Animation. Ah.. now you would agree, that, that's not true. We still need these heroes to do all these stunts.

I hope everyone has seen the famous action scene by Tom-Cruise in Mi-2. Climb up the mountain, while you sweat and grind. I would complement his efforts by entitling it as "Hanging for DEAR Life" stunt.
Anyways, at link mentioned below you will find a stunt not so different, and yet done in most effortless of ways! He seems to be more adept at climbing walls than Spiderman himself!!

Will Post the Link Soon

Those who thought Tom Cruise was God... sorry to disappoint you and John Woo. But, not quite yet! Tommy needs to work on his "rock climbing" skills.

Arms, outstretched!! Face smeared with pain, clinging on to save 100s of lives on a "City Metro Train" which runs on steel frames of sky, barely running as fast as superfast superconductor trains! Webs emerging from hands, our "Superhero" is defying all laws of limitations to stop that train in nick of time. Effort takes its toll, and he passes out. I'll repeat.. HE PASSES OUT. Yes, this is none other than Spiderman in "spiderman-2". The sequel of much loved prequel.

Now on other hand we have our, "non-superhuman-lover boy" here. I don't think so that anyone's life is at stake except his own , and I also don't think so, that anyone's life even matters right now except his own... but then, look at the following stunt below to see how not only he stops train but also make it travel in opposite direction as if he was paid extra for the movie and he just wanted to return the favor. For the record, my suppressed emotions... "GAWD.. he didn't even pass out!"

Loverboy on wheels!!

I would have left here for you to decide, why superman is retard piece of poop in front of "Our SuperMen"..but monik brought to my notice a mind-blowing video, which is just tooo good to resist... Imagine my "SHOCK" when I saw this...

CenterShock!!

I am sure, after seeing this, you can "Imagine my SHOCK". :D

And then there was a news about a movie, where one of our much adored "action-alpha-gawds" kicks the shit out of an approaching asteroid, standing on a "Wing" of a "Space craft" because the "Handy death-ray-blaster" in his hand did a malfunction at climax of movie and director couldn't come up with anything innovative enough to give back the worth of money spent on popcorn, and coughing them out.[In disbelief obviously!]

Yeah... he chose to kick the Asteroid out of his way, "BY TAKING THE SUPPORT OF EARTH!!"...
Thanks to the everlasting endurance of his "calf muscles", we could ignore the unreliability of "Death-Ray-blaster" developed by amateur scientist of NASA after much contemplation and RnD.

Anyway turns out, this was just a little bit more than just news! It's Actually a Movie!!!!

Truthfully, I wasn't shocked. I have given up on my imagination anyway, and let these guys do the homework now on! :|
Infact I have been so deeply influenced, that Now, Nothing.. I mean “nothing” can shock me anymore!

Hail to the gawds of "almighty aura and imagination", who did their best to kick the senses out of my brain and brain out of my head; and are still doing their best!

As for why I chose to name them as "The Untouchable Gawds...", just see those videos again and you'll notice a common trait.. "They never touch their opponents!". Afterall It's a rule of thumb "Keep thy hands clean of dirt!"
The Good Morning Mails!


Good morning mails! I hate good morning mails. And no matter how ironical it may sound, but damn, those mails are the second thing that never stop to ruin my morning. [First being, milk, shoved in my pitiful food pipe by my roommate, with all those confused mix of threats and sentiments..Heck! It's JUST milk.. give it up sucker!]
Anyway, the good morning mails.. yeah! they suck! I mean what kind of sense does it make to say right in morning...


When life gets corky and boss loves humping you by the ass
And sweet bitches in office, give nothing but finger, as they pass
World almost come to an end, and you are making a sucide plan
please smile my dear friend, as you are just one of the clan!!

When Love of life has departed, after kicking in your balls
because she found graphical stats of all other gf's calls
take it on your swanky chest, and ask for medi-claim
please smile my dear friend, it's just part of the game!

When nights are dull and hangover is long gone
no more booze left, vcd store is out of good porn
while life promises to be sad, gloomy and shit
please smile dear friend, you are just another misfit!

When you get a silicon transplant, instead of heart bypass,
and those nymphomaniac looks make you feel out of class
Every day starts surreal, haunted with misrey in galore
please smile my dear friend, bad-luck will knock on door!

When you feel bi-polar depressed and maddest of mad,
and crotch starts itching with sweat germs super-bad
take a break , speak to thy lord to take away the pain
please smile my dear friend, before morning starts to screw u again!

Good morning and have a great day ahead!

WTF? I mean.. what the hell does that mean? Do I look like a retard who would actually fail to understand the gaffe in that mail! Ridiculous! And yet, just as soon as morning in office begins, people literally start shoving-in those "ruthless torturing good morning" mails in my "under-sized, over-busy, super-slow and untra-miserable" inbox. It really depresses me at the end of the day, to see; that all my inbox contains is some "good morning mails" which failed to accomplish anything, but space on my disk and some mails which says "Is JackAssJavaServer87643 down?". [Can you access it, mud-head? No!?? Then you bet it's down! Duh!?]

<Back to good morning mails... >
My Pissed and pushed-over-the-edge mind is often lead to brilliant ideas. It was no exception this time. Finally I created a automatic rule in Outlook, which would take care of all the mails with "good morning" in subject line! [yeah thanks to that I missed a "very personal" mail by a girl, who "COULD" have been my temperory solution to all permanent problems!]

Anyway.. guys, FOCUS... The message is "DON'T SEND THOSE GOOD MORNING MAILS TO ME!! I LOATHE THEM!!!"
So Valentine's Day is here!

Me::
Blooming hearts, battling eyelashes
Cornered grins, lovebites and rashes
Bambie eyes and roses to show, you care
Dude! Some serious love is in the air!

Dude::
Wilting smiles, hungry and soggy eyes
Anorexic kids, with nothing but cries
Black soot, and acid dousing the air
detiorating world! and thats all I care

Me::
Cupid lurking, vigilant and enterprising
with arrows of love, and count rising!
High on love, all hearts open, with something to say
Dude! serious scoop! No wonder its vanlentine's day!

Dude::
Nothing but rich conglomerates booming
it's omen of a grave danger looming
tapdancing on nukes, we are smooching-bemused
digging own graves, by having those babies used.

Me::
Chuck the problems, lets belt good times to glory,
get saucy and forget about sordid world's sad story.
Show me some salsa, show me some jibes with that ass
wink at that cutie, smile and make a flirtatious pass.

Dude::
Leave Sordid world? And leave that Sad story?
So as to make our future more messy and gory?
Wake up, while there is still sand left in hourglass!
Make world better place, cause, thats what you gotta pass.

Me::
What about the scantily clad babe over there?
are you not a man, don't you just care?
She's been nodding at me, how can I loose my chance
lets handle this world, once I am done with the dance!

Dude::
Forget her, I shall help you save chicks hotter then ever
almost non-clad they are, just waiting for Mr. whoever
Nymphomaniacs, waiting for you to sweep them by feet
live in paradise city, with all felines so sweet!

Me:: [Tounge hanging out!]
Yeah... [wildly, swaying neck from left to right]
where ... where???

Dude::
Duh!? [sigh...] Guys will be guys!
Save world people! Watch what you do..
from throwing away unused paper to unused protection.
Neither is wise.
Happy Valentines' day..yet don't forget the world we live in
Happy New Year 2006??


And I am just moments away from being the "Ultimate Cover-Page" of every renowned magazine of the world. [For a good reasons obviously]
[They definitely wouldn't put a psychic's face from IT outsourcing workforce of India, for nothing.]
I was jussst minutes away from choosing to hire either George Bush or Bill gates as my personal assistant. I mean, guys, just grasp the desperation and euphoria of moment.
And just when, I almost had it all... "Kabooooom"... someone blows a tone of TNT in open. [Or at least that’s what it sounded like in sleep!]
All dreams shattered, I am lying in my bed, with stinking pillow singing an equally sordid story. "Yappy Hew Near...hic'" As some, teetotaler howls in street below...I mumble, "F*** You!" My dad wakes up and growls..."What?"... I replied... "Yeah..Happy New Year to you too Dad!" and put my head below the pillow. [I usually do that to shut off the weirdo world! What a group of retards live in this city. [Yeah including me]

What’s so great about the New Year that you haven't seen? I mean.. Think of it, you never know what’s gonna happen, Maybe a meteor will zoom past your lives, while you are evaporated [along with your dog, girlfriend, illegal kids, AIDS, guilt and debts] in nano’th of milliseconds. [Actually now that I think of it, this way, it does look promising].

Yet, what is the chance that it's gonna be happy? [All the cynic optimists can go to Deathclock. These guys usually predict long life as if they own the solar system and nature. Yet another breed of retards]
Nevertheless, we shell out "The Green/Vitamin-M” to get drunk, dance and party. [And probably be blown by terrorist groups, who are looking forward to their kind of "blast" at such parties.] And then next morning [if we are still alive],
We realize amidst that maddening hangover; we shelled out too much and now credit card bills are running just too huge.
And in this perfect moment of irony, [as I can bet my life on it] someone would walk up to you, with that seemingly sarcastic smile, and say "Happy New Year, pal"; where's the party! And that my friend is the ultimate moment of dawning comprehension. Or at least for me.

I gazed through my credit card bill once again. It said, Dumbuldore Pub = Rs. "hell lot of money". And then I reflect back on the total amount of charity I have done in past few years. All I could mumble was, "God bless my insane soul!!" [I have always said that!]

A new year that brings, millions of decaying bodies, for they don’t have food, water, medicines, parents, life and love; it sure has to be "Happy".
A new year that brings you more close to a possibility of "mere" wipe out of human race with nuclear-madness, ticking biological weapons and gunned down human bombs; I say it "is" bloody "happy"
And a new year, that boast of generation spawned in violent, cold and uncompassionate world; it damn better be happy!

I am so proud of myself that I slept and crept into this "New Year" [my favorite way of celebrating], which promises to be "Happy". It better be. Cause if it is not, then all the money spent on 31st Dec night 2006, once again would be a "powerful" waste.
Powerful, because, so much money would change life of people who actually need that "change in life"
And waste because, only part that they will get from all that money is probably, just extra little "change".

Yet, Happy New Year, to all those, who are oblivious, optimistic and obdurate. May your ignorance be your key to shackles of guilt, when you need them, finally?

Have a productive and a characteristic new year. And that is all I wish.
God Holy Of Small Things


God Holy of small things [yeah.. plagiarism Rocks! and who's got a problem with that?]
Never mind. This article was suppose to be a dedication to a guy, who [I thought atleast] was born on this day. Never mind once again the fact that I was just a victim of inaccurate official information, penned down in official records with as much ignorance as I can imagine. Obviously, as it turns out, it's not his b'day today. So much for hunting down "million dollar snap" and writing these "1000-years-down-the-line" article.
Yet, I thought, that since I have put in "teeny-weeny" hard work doing all this, I might as well bring some meaning out of my sweat.
Now... in whole world, why "God Holy of Small Things?".The title "God Holy of small things" has been chosen for two primary reasons...
1. Because, it can be abbreviated as G.H.O.S.T and I think it sounds pretty cool.
2. And becuase, he saved my "indispensible ass" by slogging on weekends, and correcting millions of small things in my "SMART (Simple and Miraculous Aggravated Randomized Typing) CODE".

Yeah, I am not all that a "dude-coder" that way. [Ok..ok.. I am just being modest.]
He definitely stumped me the way, he quitely worked in background, to tweak my stuff and probably is still doing now and He's definitely got an eye for an small things and thats why all the plagiarism to deal with title-problem! Moreover, I admire the patience this guy showed with me.. atleast If I was in his shoes, and someone would approach [rather stand on my head for trillionth time asking same problem] I would say "Hey! I got an idea... why don't you just shove it up you nose". [yeah... i know...it's a public blog. Let's keep profanity in-bounds!]

Apart from being "four-sighted" he's got a knack for humour. Once he's around, you can always feel that pungent smell of laughter tickling your immaculate nostrils [please don't be flattered guys; i just didn't find any other word for christ sake] .

Nevertheless, since it's not his birthday today after all, lets stop the "battering-of-flattering" here. And yet, wish him much deserved "Official-Yappy-Birthday".

By the way, I forgot to reveal the name :: It's none other than our very own "Yum-Yo-Yen-Yi-K" Monik!
Cheers, to the guy, who has saved my ass and has covered for me more often than I could ask for. :-)
Thanks
Confession Of Black Underpants!




Calvin:: "Hobbes, someday even my rocket-ship underpants don't help."
Hobbes:: "Well you've done all you can!"

Now, how many people think that, that’s hilarious or something that is humorous rather than thought provoking? Well, if you do, Then I'd suggest, it's high time, you reflect back onto the reality of your life, which is consumed by greed and self-over-confidence.
I am a very practical headed guy, or at least that's what I say. ['_'] Yet, I have a strong belief, that secret of a Calvin’s accomplishments and mine are same. "Our Dear Underpants". Only obvious difference is, that being an ardent fan of celestial world, he chose something groovy that reflects his inherent personality and it's integral traits. "The rocket-ship Underpants!". On the other hand, I chose, [by matter of pure luck, mind it.] a simple plain black, "Jockey" underpants, which somehow, seems to jab a thrust of luck into my day and work.
Like bill-watterson and Calvin, if it was up to me, to choose my lucky underpants; I would right away go for a Red one with polka dots. My personal fav. without second thoughts.

Nevertheless, Blessed I am, for having something to look up to [or down towards] to make my day. Now here on I shall dive into a little melodrama and history of fact, that how did I come to realization that it was lucky for me. For those, who believe me by my word can try this simple exercise themselves to identify, the discrete objects that bring luck to them. :-)

When I bought those plain looking, scanty piece of discrete clothing, it never occurred to me even in my insane mind, that I might actually see it one day, as a solution of all my personal, technical, social, mental and biological problems. But then, there is no denying the fact that it has played it's role more responsibly than at least those "Make-Me-Stinky-Rich-Quick" tablets/pills.

Well, as I already said, I am not superstitious. But those tablets "did-have" something in them. As soon as I had one, I felt like, it's already working. And pardon me for obscurity, but the reasons were obvious. The "immediate-stink" led me to believe, that if I am stinking already, I maybe "rich" any moment now. Sigh... it never happened. Probably I needed luck "even with eating those tablets". [So I tried eating them in succession..]

Burpp... yeah.. that’s what happened. Gas! As if we don't have enough pollution in Bangalore already [Sorry, Bangluru, as it has been almost renamed today]. And it was after those frequent visits to my much-fav. loo, that I started to notice my black underpants, in all the free time I had behind that laminated ply door speaking of my deteriorating financial condition and equally hapless stroke of luck.

I had to do something to surface out of the pool of problems in my life. And nothing but euphoria surrounds you, when you realize that finally you have spotted the beam of light at the other end of tunnel[whether it is of oncoming train or bright sunshine in blue sky]. In moments of desperation, I took inspiration from my childhood heroes; Spiderman, Superman, Phantom... you name them.

Now here is the "million dollar question". What is common among all the heroes. Supernatural powers?? naaa... The powers themselves are different. The most prominent common thing, is the "unique-wear-over-trousers-underpants".

I mean.. seriously, have you seen a "normal-guy" wearing his underpants on top of his skin tight trousers? Answer is No. And I can bet my fortune [if I had any] on it. Yet all the heroes do that. This "had" to be the secret of their "dodge-bullets-at -end-time", "bombs-go-off-late" and "hottest-chick-falls-only-for-you" LUCK!

Damn, in the moments of dawning comprehension, I cracked the secret of perfect luck potion, "the underpants". Now the question remained; "Which one is it??" So when I was depleted with logical reasoning and ideas to figure out "THE ONE", I started with conventional "hit and trial" method.
Day after day, with the help of my "go-everywhere-take-anywhere-pocket-logbook" and careful analytical skills [developed while preparing for Infy entrance] I deciphered the ultimate natural encryption. And it did not come as a surprise, that my "hacking skills got exposed" while wearing "This" lucky under pant. Boy! was it a day. I knew right from the moment I woke up to the minutes, I fell asleep, that nothing could turn it's back on me, as long as I wear these lucky attire of manly dressing.

Now, only if you'd identify "the under pant" that radiates all the luck you need, you'd be never miserable and poor like I was once. And next time someone asks you, "How come you get to be so lucky??" tell them that "they might be sitting on it, maybe they just don't know about it!"

But then, one thing must be remembered at all times... Nature is most powerful agent of all times, and as Calvin very rightly said.. "Some days, even my lucky rocket-ship underpants won't help!" :-D
Aid with AIDS

Sick and Diseased, are not people who have AIDS; they are just victims.
Sick and diseased, are people like you and me; who would just them be, a victim.


Please practice safe sex [By this I definitely do not mean, "Practice sex" :-D]
And know following "Facts" regarding AIDS:

  • HIV and AIDS are "disassociative". A AIDS person is HIV victim, but HIV may not lead to AIDS.

  • HIV and AIDS are most commonly transmitted through one night stands.

  • Contraceptives are not always effective. [As Joey and Ross already made a fuss, IT IS MENTIONED ON THE BOX!]

  • All means of "PRO-CREATIVE" sex can transmit HIV and AIDS virus. Yeah... I mean even, Oral by that.

  • Even conatct with open wounds and sores can transmit the virus. "So DO NOT HURT PEOPLE!"

  • Abstinence is the only 100% perfect way to protect yourself from sexually transmitted AIDS/HIV. Sigh..So much for "chawayanprash" and Gym classes. :-/

  • AIDS/HIV is not a gay disease or a punishment from God against immoral behavior. HIV is much worse, it's an invitation by DEVIL for "HELL OF A PARTY". Please don't go. Parties like these suck. Take my word for it.

  • AIDS/HIV can also be transmitted through injection drug use, blood transfusions, and from mother to fetus. So used fresh needles for cocain. Drink only "approved" blood.

  • The HIV virus itself is not a very strong virus - it is not air born and has a very short life outside of human fluids. So keep breathing.

  • AIDS/HIV has been found in human saliva but there is no medical evidence to date supporting claims that it can be passed on through infected saliva. All the french kissers, this may come as a good news to you. [That is, if you were using protection to kiss also, till now]

  • AIDS/HIV does not care about the color of your skin, your religious beliefs, your sexuality, your age or your socio-economic standing - it is an equal opportunity deadly virus!. I Repeat, "EQUAL-OPPURTUNITY". It's very "common" and I am sure you want to be unique, like everyone else. :-)

Play Safe and Stay Safe. Kindly be aware of all the right things and help doing the same.

[And Godika... The Bisleri adv. had nothing to do with "Dehydration". This is what they meant! U Retard - Ass]
From Emp No:34428 to Emp No:D0399...


I just can't believe that I bought such an expensive shoes *again* just because some unearthly moron rode over my foot so carelessly, as if, it was just another mannequin put up by Wal-Mart on a rusty-rickety bike showcasing another breed of sport shoes by Puma. By golly, it WAS expensive.
Anyway, that is how my separation-day from Infy ended. I lost my dear-dear shoes, all due to galloping act by a demented driving maniac. "THEN" I felt like crying! Finally.. Eh?
So here, I am in my new office. Comparing 9:30 am to 9:00 pm, each minute, whether what I left behind was more convenient, lucrative, better or justified? Or what lies ahead of me is what I always wanted.
There have been pros and cons. Just like anything else. In short I have loved my new office, and still in short, I miss my old office people. [At least as if now]
My first thought on reception couch waiting and juggling with feelings. "Naa... none except Infosys are, such a maintenance freak!" I mean, look at that pond over there, there is a line of dust, on edge. On second thoughts there was a layer of sediments on top of my television at home. But office is office. Infy stays spick and span better than any other organization. Everything is so organized and process oriented. No place for exceptions.
Brilliant, and yet, that is what make it loose that much sought after "Personal Touch"?
And then with a "jolt" I broke my long chain of thoughts! That young face of not-so-pretty girl, looming in my eyes, with a but-so-obvious question "Are you priy....aaank?"... I am on my feet with a smile suddenly out from nowhere... "You bet! I am!".
So she takes it from there. I have a short intro. Quick formalities. A handout given, with all people to be contacted for all the main things. Just like what Infosys would have done. Only thing, that was different was, out of 20 odd things, “same” person handled 17. He was my one stop solution. And then I said to myself, welcome to Tavant Technologies! No fatigue of sprawling campus. :-)
He gave me my id, my bank form, my business card, my desk number and basically everything that I would have needed. I went up the lift, to just find a desk, with nametag on board, "Priyank Gupta" and a water bottle neatly and freshly filled with water, with a nametag attached to it too. Now this is the feeling that I never got in last one year. The feeling of "identity", and probably that is one of the main secret reasons I came here. There is no "efficient" web interface to get my request done, instead my sysadmin walks up and says, hey Priyank... I’ll give new ids sometime soon. They need to be generated in Santa Clara office. Till then, u can have this system, and feel free to browse. No intranet access. But Internet is there. Be at home!. And he's off.
Well, first things first! I check is "what server, what filtering, what script for access”.... Now here is something, "touching". No scripts, no proxies! Sniff... I just couldn't hold back those two beads of pure emotions roll down. Not after a whole year of "http://sparsh/citi.pac" and that cookie settings for yahoo messenger! this was something that made me ecstatic!
74-kbps as actual download speed?? Man I love this place. Not bad huh!?
Now comes the most apprehensive part. Well, what kind of work? I know people, who are stacking up gold doing nothing. I don't want to be one of them. I want to do, what I think, I can't! :-) And if they can give me that, I am all set to ROCK! Well, as it turns out they have a panache for reading minds. I got assigned to two projects simultaneously. One with Weblogic, Java, J2EE and other one with .NET, yet my role restricted in second to "boggling" perl scripts for "raw data filters" of compressors in heavy machinery! Well.. At least it sounds wacky to you guys!! Huh? To me, it is a heavenly experience coding all that stuff! I just loved it.
Just when I thought I was getting used to all the stuff around; I happen to attend weekly meeting of project team. And sure, I did meet those two "heroes of the fortnight" who were rewarded with suitable "Office Bags" which clearly said on back, "I made a difference...” Man! Talk about motivation and its right here! :-)
When I came back to my desk, I realized, my bag was growing old and is all tattered up. So what I attained by this much-feared change was a rejuvenated spirit to prove myself! And am on it! Are you??
Problems on a planet called EARTH!


Which one of following is gravest of all problems, currently prevailing in world!!???

  1. Poverty and Hunger
  2. George Bush
  3. Female fetus killing
  4. Pamela Anderson [those who opted for this, dontcha dare to come to my blog ever again… It was a trick question!!]
  5. Crime
  6. Microsoft Windows
  7. Nuclear Warheads and Wars
  8. Intricate hyperbole malfunctioning in teleportation module of KBH-232
  9. Toxic Waste
  10. Animal Killing and extinction
  11. Ozone depletion
  12. Inclination of human species towards nakedness
  13. Pollution
  14. Fashion TV [hulloo…..??? That’s another one of my trick question you sicko!!]
  15. Alcohol and Drugs
  16. AIDS, Common Cold and other deadly diseases! [If you did not know, Cold does not have a CURE!]
  17. Terrorism
  18. Child Labor and exploitation
  19. Farting in public [Maybe we can cover it under pollution]
  20. Population Explosion
  21. Extra terrestrial Invasion
  22. Human Rights
  23. Harry Potter
  24. Death
  25. This Blog! [$#@@#$ off!! NOW!! You Dope! Why did u come here in first place?]

I would be grateful, if you could leave some encouraging comments and share your views!!
Ramblings Of Insolent Mind!


Now here is another post which is definitly not only inspired by Post Secret but also takes mediocre pride in accepting the fact, that following extracts are taken from above mentioned website. But that is because, this time topic revolves around hidden inticracies of obfuscated human mind, "titled" as "Ramblings of insolent mind..". This not only includes people who have courage to "print" their utmost intimate secrets on a public blog, but also people like me and you, who are coward enough to not accept that somewhere inside, we have a demon lurking, crazy and inordinate in it's own ways; waiting for his nimble chance; while we try best of our lame efforts to try and hide, what might be termed as "abnormal tendencies" [quite hypocritic it is though]. [I am 100% ridiculed, by the way, i choose to put it. In simpler words, i would say, it's pathetic] But thats how, "normal"[if there was ever a word like that] people accept it.
I do not feel disgraced or decayed in accepting that i am one of "those". I still laugh over this small mundane and frequently used word, after one of my friend took the honor of entitling them to be "those". And that time, all i could appreciate was, her honesty towards the fact that she thought that they are, not one of us. Though after that moment, it was definitly funny, walking down that path, hearing "ramblings of a sane mind" which did not count as "friend's company" anymore.. J

Anyway, before i deviate from main course any furthur, i would like tell, that this time, blog is about choosing, which of the following confession is an act of "REAL COURAGE".


  1. I wish I could tell my parents i am famous. I am a porn star.
  2. I tell the other moms that I want another baby... but what I really want is another puppy.
  3. Everytime i go over a bridge i have to restrain myself from driving off.
  4. I trashed my parents' house to look like I had a party while they were out of town.. so my mom would think i had friends..
  5. Medications are not enough to make me forget what he did to me... if I see him again, I will kill him to save the others.
  6. What hurts more than losing you is knowing that you are not fighting to keep me.
  7. I am 100% sure that I'd be a rapist ... if I'd been born a man.
  8. I feel guilty about sometimes wishing that I didn't have children. I don't say it out loud for fear I might trigger something bad happening to them.
  9. I am taking anti-psychotics for hallucinations... but I have never hallucinated in my life.
  10. When I was little I would wish upon a star for my dad to die.
  11. I often think, that my husband's death would solve many of my problems.
  12. I only smoke pall-mall cigarettes so I can remember you forty times a day.
  13. When I listen to my patients all I can think about is how I drag that razor across my skin too... and now I miss it.
  14. My mom killed my dad long before he killed himself.
  15. when I find a picture on the ground or at school, I put them in my scrap book and write a paragraph and pretend the people in it are my friends.
  16. I am homeless, no one [not even my family] knows about it.
  17. When I was a child my stepfather brutally raped and beat me for seven horrible years - but that isn't my secret. The secret is sometimes it makes me feel kind of good. And that makes me hate myself.
  18. I agreed to get an abortion in order for my new ex-husband to marry me. I should have kept my baby and murdered him instead.
  19. The meds don't work. but I say they do. And no one knows.
  20. I miss feeling close to god.
What if your son turns out to be gay!??


I was just dwindling away with my thoughts, with huge backpack strapped to shoulders and eyes fixed into star studded sky. Now, of course I wasn’t keeping a lookout for any extra terrestrial life, which bollywood directors, have so amazingly and of course breathtakingly, explored with a nonchalant grace in what you would call a little more than dumb and pathetic attempt. No, I was just waiting for my bus to make its way into parking lot, so that I could start with my ride back to school hostel in last week of summer vacations.
And then suddenly this guy walks up next to me and stares me in a very uncomfortable way. Now if it was him, who looked uncomfortable, I would have assumed that he was constipated with the cheap tea-stall food outside the bus stand; but as a matter of fact, it was me who was uneasy. After all, what kind of a guy, looks at some high school kid’s crotch in an admiring way? Nevertheless, I let the music going, from my portable player, and tried to look absorbed in my own world.
It’s still hazy that how conversation started, but sure, it wasn’t too intriguing. And in minutes I was sure that this guy was “gay”. [For those who are wondering that here comes another exaggerated story from Priyank… well hold your thoughts; because every word of this one is truth. For alibi I can ask few people like Prateek mehra to stand up for me; with whom I shared the incident in first/second year of engineering. I hope he still remembers it in his sane mind.]
Anyway, I tried to make a getaway from the unwanted company, by taking a lee in loo. [Ya... I know; what a dumb idea!] Anyway, the guy not only followed me, but looked ecstatic at the mere idea, that, I am heading towards the restroom. [Truthfully, they were really greasy and stinky to be even termed as restroom. It was a small bus stand of a smaller town]. Thanks to all the aptitude puzzles and the sex education my friends had given me by then, I just retraced my steps back, from half way, to a group of people who looked like what you would think as descendent of “Adam’s family”.
So the point of whole incident is not, that “I am not Gay” [actually now that I think of it, I can say that again!] but instead, the point of debate is, what if you get married to find out, that when u have a perfect son for a kid; and he turns out to be gay!
What would u do??
a. Kill him and be absconding?
b. Kill yourself and be absconding [duh..!??]
c. Kill everyone else in visible range.
d. Start saving for grand marriage and help him find his soul mate.
e. Disown him! J
f. Or probably join a club called “The Gay United” so that when u reveal news to whole community, you can showcase it as a matter of “Pride” rather than “Shame”. [Pretty neat idea huh?!]

Well, so much for the topic… I know not many people have patience to go through it. But incase you did your part of humanity by reading it word-by-word [averting the gaze of guy sitting next, who might be suddenly interested about that three letter word on your screen]; I really doubt that anyone will actually reply. But I would still request [in vain probably] that I would love to see some concern and views about the topic posted here. And humorous comments, presenting the lighter side, will be cheered more!! J

Abroad it’s not a big deal. In India, people are still too conservative to accept the realities of nature. Let’s see, which side you fall on. As for my own views, I shall wait for few days until someone starts [or maybe no one does]. Also let me know, if you are one of the people who love blogging, and would like some topic of your own to start off here; would be glad to do so! J

P.S. à This blog topic is inspired from various “Post Secret” messages, which are posted every week there. I thought maybe, I could find out, how world would actually react when they come to know about secrets like that. It’s a lame effort, as only few have real concerns, time and energy for such things. Yet, let the ones who are interested, be a part of it.

Happy Blogging...
The Beginning


wow!! finally i have brought up a place to stick up all the garbage [and probably even make people read it]
Well, welcome... to whatever this crazy sounding place is "GagByte" :-)
Ya, i know that name is sad. But i can assure you that articles and conversation pasted here can be even sadder. [that is if there is a word like that]
Now to start with i need few good topics to blabber on... [blah][blah][blah].
Before i make start with first post, one of these days, i must make it clear, that i am NOT pasting any jokes, articles or crappy send-to-10-ppl forwards... instead and in fact, all the content is 100% original and personified to represent my views, and your "valuable" [i feel soooo hypocrite right now...] comments. i.e. if u leave any. [not that i am expecting you to]
So..thats all for the start. Keep visitng and let me know from time to time how pathetic it is getting with each setting sun...
So long...