Valentine's Day Excitemente

My views on Valentines Day, my 26th one.

In the background Thomas Newman.
and rainymood.com

Those familiar with me will be shocked at the poignancy of my talk, and will see a sentimental, dark, and vulnerable side of me that you didn't know existed. Believe me when I say this, but after spilling my guts out on video for all the world to see, I found it hard to click the upload button, but I had decided to show the world the pain that I feel, and hence went through with the uploading. I might regret this later when I am sober and sane, but to hell with being too cautious, nothing good ever comes out of being too careful, huh?

Careful, the sheer awesomeness of my insanely kickass articulation on this subject that I hold so close to my heart will sear through your brain and make you incapable of any sane thoughts ever again.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Haha. I keed, I keed.

Odd time signatures

and how to play 'em

This is apparently a tutorial, but it kinda makes no sense, but I know the two[one if don't count me] people who read my blog, so it doesn't really matter. Does it Slipperyreflections?

And excuse my roomie, he goes a little hyper when he is about to go out clubbing.



Tool on an acoustic! and they said it can't be done. HA!

Ramblings of an intoxicated bumpkin.

Warning: excuse the banal prolixity of this post, it is one of those where the introduction is longer than any actual substance, but what can I say, I am an airhead not unlike this certain classmate of mine, who is as hot as superheated plasma [oops, my science-tourette's is acting up again] Just looking at her makes me lose the blood supply to my brain. Yeah, I did, and you know what I meant.

It is all about enduring the agony,
perchancel; I am a masochist? - S.K. Meer

Which is funny considering the fact that I have zero tolerance for pain.
I remember twelfth standard biology or senior year as people here in the US call it, where we had to prick our own finger to test for our blood type, I was the last guy to be able to do it, even the girls who sat with me made fun of the fact that I was not able to puncture my own skin, but come on... Who likes punching a hole in their own finger? I know I don't.

I would have asked the professor to do it for me had I not seen that she kinda stabbed the one guy who did ask for her help, with the lancet-thing, with a vengeance; like as if he had just knocked up her daughter.



Artist's rendering of what said professor looked like on that fateful day.

Anyway, I was speaking to a friend, saying that I like keeping the fact that I like someone from that person. This silly, needless martyrdom gets me off I think. Maybe I am in love with falling in love and pining for someone. What pathetic nonsense is this?


Artist's rendition of your author, he was asked to go a little light on the ugliness.

But then, how do you chase someone when she isn't running from you?

Anyway what I really want to talk about; I had another one of those strange moods today.

And this is how it happened as always:

I suddenly stopped doing whatever I was doing,
like as if I suddenly lost my purpose.
which is funny; purpose? who has any purpose anyway?
life has no goal, and no, being 'successful' in the normal materialistic sense has as profound a meaning as the swirls in Paris Hilton's new hairdo.
Jokes aside, so you just live your life the best you can and maybe have a little fun while at it. And, then I snap back from this day dream, back to the rat race where no one is going anywhere too soon but you want to run. And I laugh just as the silly feeling I just had fades away. At my insignificance. For now.

Cut and Bag it or how to write a chetan bhagat 'novel'

Chethan bhagat has come out with his fifth book called 'The Three Trashketeers - What not to pick up from the garbage dumpster' a story about 3 close friends who live in the slums of Mumbai and collect garbage for a living.

The story is written from the point of view of Ramesh 'Ramu' Shyambenegalkar, a brilliant garbage collector who rummages through the garbage in a large bombay slum, the best slum of its kind in India and who has inherited his fathers talent in finding valuable knickknacks in seemingly steaming piles of garbage. His friends John Behari and Manav provide him with company and help him win the heart of gauri, the local rag picker who happens to be his boss' daughter. While the tone of the novel is humorous, it takes some dark turns every now and then, especially when it comes to the families of the main characters.

In response to the fight the author had with the fine tweeple who follow him on twitter, he has decided to offer this book free of charge as a download-able e-book. To which his 'Fans' replied 'Meh.'

A new Hindi Movie starring, believably, Amir Khan as the 16 year old Ramu, has been released with a story line that is vaguely similar to the new book but bhagat has denied any such authorization of what is clearly a contender for the next Booker of Bookers prize. There is expected to be a lot of crying, swearing and 'blocking' in the near future with regards to this controversy.

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This is obviously a parody, if you can't get that, tell your mom you got screwed over by her.

leif

And we are all victims
aren't we?
sailing in a sinking boat
the end is certain
its only the 'when' that is not
and we go about
pretending like this is not true,
and instead of helping our fellow passengers,
we seem intent on pushing their heads down
so that they drown faster than us,
like as if that will buy us some time.
And when our last breath leaves our body,
we know the truth and cant ignore it any longer
and it is at this time that we repent
and ask for more time and another chance
at doing things right.
But we will be denied this
for it is a little too little
a little too late.
And we got what we deserved.

me

Ignore the ugliness
and all you're left with, is me,
'cause this is exactly
who I wanted to be.
I may not have what I want,
I may not have what I need
but at least in my heart of hearts
I am absolutely free.

[a little emo? I think so]

Coda

The coolest word that I have never used in conversation, but want to; Rapscallion

I!

==Warning==

Disclaimer ahead.

==Disclaimer==

It is a sad situation that all of my posts need a disclaimer. So go ahead read the disclaimer;

Okay, here is a post, otherwise known as a 'vanity post', where one describes oneself in flattering words, which is being posted here, by me, under the laughable assumption that readers would be interested in finding out more about me.

So, if you are put off by pompous pontification, blatant fabrication, quixotic fantasies, or outrageous blasphemies, (well... Ok, maybe there won't be any blasphemy here, I just made the last one up for the rhyme.) I'd suggest you not waste your time by reading any further.

I usually, never reveal these, but I am a little high right now, and will regret putting this up a little later, but I am trying to be a normal human and this is my first step

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The actual Post.

Things you probably didn't know about me:

1) I feel detached from everything, and often I forget who I am for a short while, I feel like I am watching myself from a distance, after having floated out of my body, I guess this is what makes existentialism so interesting for me.

2) I can read and write Arabic! yeah I can :( I don't know why.
ﻮﻳﺨﺖ ﺴﺎﻏﺮ (my name)

3) I have the will power of a kid in a candy store, yet I went from smoking 2 packs of smokes per day to just once a week, cold turkey. Nope, no withdrawal symptoms yet

4) I have never gone for a single guitar class in my life, I guess it shows, Haha, no, seriously, I am pretty good! (I am not usually this confident, and I had to force myself to write the last line, but I am trying to be funny, so it doesn't matter.)

5) We opened for Motherjane in CREC, Calicut =)

6) When it comes to women, I still think that one day, someone will recognize my shyness for what it is, and not mistake it for arrogance. Well, there is another fanciful idea that will never come true.

7) I like helping people even if I know they won't be thankful, maybe being a martyr of sorts gets me off, a little.

8) I always try to be the last to reply, in a conversation, check the comments on this blog, they are usually even in number, unless I have replied to 2 at the same time, because I find it rude to not reply.

9) After watching 'My Sassy Girl', Pachelbel's Canon in D major makes me sad, every time I hear it. Its true.

10) If you have read till here, congrats, you have more patience then I will ever have, I will stop here, for I don't want to bore you.(Talk about wishful thinking!)
bye
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Listening to '3 Libras (Acoustic) ' - A Perfect Circle and hoping I don't make a fool of myself.

Dread and the restless mind.

I love the blistering summer.
because it makes even plain water taste like heaven.

And you know what scares me most about death ?
that after it happens, I will stop being me.

A wasted opportunity is the saddest thing in the world,
for what is done is done and can never be undone.

Dams and other types of Mounds.

I am in a funny mood these days. I was jaywalking all over the internet as usual, when I came upon a photograph which I had seen a long time ago, I remembered it for one reason, a dorky looking teenage guy with a smug look on his bony face, wearing a T-Shirt with the following words printed in large bold red letters, on it :

"Please tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes. Thank You."

To hell with being PC, (I confess that) for me, this is an enormously funny thing to write on a T-Shirt,t don't you think so too ?
The sheer audacity and cheek involved in coming up with such a sentence is something I wish I had.

Also, here is another something I rediscovered : The Dam Letter

P.S I hate people who use the word 'Kudos', I just don't know why.

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Listening to 'Daylight Robbery' - Imogen Heap

Funny Feminist Feelings

A friend recently told me this joke. I found it really funny, if you don't. I don't care :)
You could call the joke sexist, but then again, you could call God(If he did exist) a misogynyst. Proof ? :

labor pain.

Here goes.

Joke: How many Feminists does it take to change a lightbulb ?
Answer: None, because feminists can't change anything.

Makes me laugh every single time.
'Why! you are a very crass, crude, dirty, and stupid young man' do I hear you say ?
Maybe, maybe, if it is true, then there is no point in denying it. It also does not change the fact that it is a funny joke.

So prompted by this, I decided to do a little research on this whole gender war thing. I never expected it to be so much fun. It is also the reason that my posts recently been more towards this topic.

Here is an advertisement for a department store, which Feminists claim is misogynistic, as far as I see, it maybe seen as sexist to either of the sexes, depending on your sympathies, here check it out because if you forget the whole sexism thing, it is a funny and clever little ad.



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"What evidence do I have that women rule the world? Take a look at the world and ask yourself how it would be different if men were REALLY in charge. Look at the things that men want most, then check to see if the world is organized to provide those things or to limit them."

Scott Adams, The Dilbert Future, page 109

Ja mein Fuhrer!

Near Vikasini, there is a large empty plot where I park my car. While reversing out one day, I saw on the ground amidst dry grass, what I thought was a familiar figure. I got out of my car, and picked it up. It was a firecracker, obviously debris left over from last year's Diwali.

Big Deal!

Ok, So there is nothing even remotely interesting in that.
I hope the photo is a bit more interesting:






Anti-semitism means squat in India.

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Listening to Secret Prayer - J.Satriani

'For Once

See yourself as a god.
See how it feels to be one.
Hold a lesser being in the palm
and be your own god.
You shall then, see.

A smile escapes your face
as you realize how simple
of that which has eluded you
thus far. Peace.' - SiegerKranz Meer