Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

End of another year. 2008. I can still myself writing the date on my notebooks in school. 1991, 1992 and so on...How quickly time passes! How all of us have grown up and dealing with the issues grown ups do! Talks of money, marriage, and recession take a lot of our time. The time devoted to talking about the lighter side of life is dwindling by the day! This year brought me many joys and a lot more pain. I guess this is life. I took a 3 day break from work for the new year and enjoying being a blissfully lazy bum at home. Have to return tomorrow and reluctant to do so! Listening to Pink Floyd's High Hopes now. Reminds me of the several posts I have not written yet. Lets hope I will get to it soon, now that I am taking my PC to Bangalore. Wishing all of you a happy and healthy 2009! P.S: Beware! 2012 is nearing! :P

There are certain situations, no matter what you do, you just cannot fix it. The broken remains stare at you, a very tired you. You explore other possibilities. None seem good enough. But you just cannot let this go. A massive tug occurs in your heart every time you think about it. You try to bury yourself in work only to realize its better off not screwing up that part of your life. Besides, there is nothing much to do. You try to listen to music and your miss your collection. You find yourself stifled by the head phones. You spend a fortune on getting a high end headset only to keep on staring it. People say you are crazy. Yup. You probably are...You realise that you are turning into an undead inside...neither dead, nor alive...words keep ringing in your head... I blind my eyes and try and force it all into place, I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace I blind my eyes, I hide and feel it passing me by, I open just in time to say goodbye (from the song That was just your life by...

Yup...I am in a 5 star hotel. The overpriced, expensive shit that people seem to fantasize. Expensive would be a slight word to term things over here. I am bankrupt due to certain unforeseen circumstances. Hopefully, I will get a "bailout" tomorrow. 2 hours of Internet cost a fat sum of 400 Rs! No wifi, just plain old wired net. This is all fucked up man! Overpriced booze sits untouched in the mini bar. Only bright side? I figured out the bath and going to have a dip in the hot tub. Ciao!

Wake up everyday, Make the dash to get the pay. Outside I watch the dogs, Reveling their mention in the blogs. Then I ask the juice man, Make it grapes today I am in a run, Obliges he chats up, About all happenings and stuff. I gulp down the liquid and nods to his rant, Discuss what to do about the slant. Off to the roads daring my life, One of these days I'll be in a strife. Drivers go about like its their last day, Murderous looks they give as if in a play. Somehow reach the other side, Watch the pretty ladies wondering they up for a ride. Admonish self for the lust, Lure of Asmodeus overcomes lest.

It was a week in which nothing made sense. Bloodshed, mayhem, 24x7 news coverage...Probably only thing expected was the political mud slinging. But beyond the human factor, this incident did not make sense from a geo-political perspective. Pakistan Government or even the ISI would have to be out of their minds to plan such an attack. Attack in the sense, not the scale but the targets. There have been numerous attacks on Indian soil. Some fronted by home grown terror outfits others by radical organisations outside India. First of all, we can discount the following allegations: Sangh parivar perpetrated the whole thing. (Load of crap!) Israel did it! (Like they have nothing else to do!) America did it! (Duh!) What all the current evidences and previous experiences suggest is that the operation was carried out by Lashkar with/without the help of Al Queda. We can also deduce from our experiences that the ISI had some hand or the other in this operation. What was their motivation apart from...

Saw this comic in the Dry Bones Blog . Poignant and hits the point. Terrorists try to localise terror as much as possible. If they get the support of at least one local, then they win and we lose. What can we do to counter such naive but dirty tactics? I would replace Islamism in the comic with Islamic Terrorism. Both are radically different things.

This makes me sick to the core. What do they gain by killing civilians? Eternal life in heaven? What are we doing about the perverted bastards poisoning the minds of young men? What exactly is the politicians smoking? I would like to have a puff too. May be it will make me insensitive to all that is happening in our country. Apparently, the coast of our biggest city is so well guarded that a sizeable contingent of armed terrorists can walk in and shoot people in cold blood. Who is to blame here? The corrupt officials? Or is it the political big wigs who would not hesitate to pimp their daughters for more power? The attack showed the audacity with which the terrorists acted. Its after all the fucking Indians, shoot the pigs down! Mow them! Decimate them! No ones going to touch us! We can always pay our way out and dedicate a few of our martyrs in the process! Aisa hota hain! Are we eunuchs to take all these and keep asking for more? Any self respecting man or woman cannot tolerate this ...

Title alludes to a brilliant song by The Smiths. You can find it at the bottom of this post. A brilliant song about a loser, single guy. I hope it makes sense at the end of the post as well. I never thought seriously about getting married. Thought, yes. Thought like what would I be doing if a bunch of cannibals caught me and put in a big cauldron to make a stew. Nothing concrete. But me in a distant land (any place 10 KM from home is distant!) seems to ring alarm bells in my parents' head. Fortunately, I am blessed to have a nice cousin, who is a self-proclaimed romeo and working in the film industry, dilly-dallying with the babes. Furthermore, he is a certified flirt machine by the family. So the attention is on him and everyone's scared he would land a babe unacceptable to the family. Right now, I have successfully thwarted all the advances my parents made regarding a couple of proposals by the following rebuttals: 1. I am too young! 2. I won't do anything stupid! 3. I ca...

A very funny article on the United States President-elect Mr.Obama from the Huffington Post . It about how Obama always speaks in complete sentences. A few excerpts: "Every time Obama opens his mouth, his subjects and verbs are in agreement," says Mr. Logsdon. "If he keeps it up, he is running the risk of sounding like an elitist." "Every time Obama opens his mouth, his subjects and verbs are in agreement," says Mr. Logsdon. "If he keeps it up, he is running the risk of sounding like an elitist." The president-elect's stubborn insistence on using complete sentences has already attracted a rebuke from one of his harshest critics, Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska. "Talking with complete sentences there and also too talking in a way that ordinary Americans like Joe the Plumber and Tito the Builder can't really do there, I think needing to do that isn't tapping into what Americans are needing also," she said. Well its so different f...

This is was me...several years back... Now this is me...don't know for how long... (except for the fact that I am no longer in the university) The first comic is Calvin and Hobbes (duh!) The second is the latest XKCD , the best in a long, long time...

With little to no care, You run about like a hare, Scampering with an eternal fear, Or is it because you want to beat the deer? What will you do the day, When it hits you are in a play. Never looked out for the ones needed you Sure that you will need them then too. Losers you may feel now they are, When you realize it may be too far, Precious they were to you, Respite they gave when you were blue. Its sad how things veer on, Now you don't feel alone, The day will come when you reflect, Hope time then makes you not deject. A short piece of super duper poetry by yours smashing truly since he is feeling fairly masochistic and even more sadistic. This ones about people who give a damn about others and ignore the important things and people in their life. Knowingly or unknowingly. Now, that would include nearly the entire population! Those that are left out are either lying or vegetables.

Last weekend was yet another house boat trip. We went to Ernakulam for our ex-roomies wedding and arranged a house boat in Alappuzha. This trip did not offer the kind of pleasure that the previous trips did. We ran late and were pretty tired almost all the time due to the constant travel. Also, the gang itself was not the cohesive unit one would desire. Still it offered a lot of insights into the head of ordinary, average guys. A small excerpt (a bit exagerrated!) from a drunk conversation at the middle of the night. Docked boat. Not so well behaved mosquitos. Vennilla Chandankinnam in Punnamada kayal (seriously!). All names numbered to keep anonymity. G3 is exceptionally well mannered and nice boy though!;-) Guy 1: I was really hoping to score a chick in this trip. Guy 2: Hmmm. Guy 3: Huh? G1: I have no hopes on others. Only you two. G2 and G3: (thinking) O rly? G1: We should have called some one. G3: Santhamma? G1: Yeah...an 18 year old Santhamma... G3: We would have probably ended u...

Once upon a time I was obsessed with turning back time. To undo the bad things. To study well for that exam. To do things I should have done. Heck, I was a Backstreet Boys fan who loved the 'sublime' lyrics, "Oh I wish I could...Turn back time..." from the song Quit Playing Games! Over time, it finally dawned to me that I had to take ownership of my actions and my decisions. I think I became a better person ever since then. Still, my mind has its own reign and does things due to which I end up suffering. A suffering on the maximum scale. The pain which accentuates when you are alone or when some triggers appear. All these makes me believe in yesterday...Sometimes I simply want to live in yesterday...Basking in the pleasure of having your best around you... So far, I have been successful turning a fairly nostalgic tag into a sentimental crap. So without further interruption, lets get on to it. Crusader has tagged me. Similar to an old tag I did before. Two questions...

Check out my tech blog for a story on technology being a life saver.

I never write tribute posts when players retire. Never been driven to do that before. But this is special for me. The first player I seriously idolised since childhood. Anil Kumble. Everyone was a Kapil fan around me when I was a kid and I was one too. That was by virtue of namesake alone. Kumble caught my imagination as a true match winner spinning people into oblivion. I distinctly remember the early 90s series where Kumble ripped apart batting teams and who can forget the awesome performance against the Windies in Hero Cup? I started bowling leg spin in my own little way (only to get my ass hammered most of time!) and even discovered the "oh-so" simple tactic of bowling googly and top spinners. Later on the adulation turned to admiration for the tenacity of Kumble. The never-say-die attitude and urge for success, which was painfully missing from most of our players. His record speaks for himself. But more than any record, what he should be remembered for is his attitude....

Long and devious rant ahead. Before further ado let me say that the title of this post has been shamelessly ripped from a cool movie Run Lola Run . Hmm...may be I will watch it tonight...expose Dinkan (my roomie) to yet another torturous past time of mine. I have already started the slow poison method by putting on some "acceptable" music at midnight (ala Rock On, Avial, Rabbi), which will gradually graduate to Metallica, Iron Maiden etc. Another change I have induced in almost all my roomies is reading. One guy refused to change. So we kicked him out of the house. He decided to go one up on us and get married next week. Poor dude. (P.S: All the best!) The reading material ranges from "Men are mars, Women are from venus" to "The White Tiger" with "Alchemist" and "Colour of Magic" thrown in. (P.S:Note to self. Should read the three unread books. Its a matter of shame now!) Another important change is that a couple of them have changed to...

Being in Bangalore its not tough to run into mallus. In fact, its easier to get run over by them! That said, its much easier to recognize them to avoid problems like: Being embarassed after passing lewd comments at mallu girls. Being chased by mallu boyfriends/brothers after passing lewd comments at the girls. Girls in this case need not be mallu. Being an ass after speaking to shopkeepers in your broken hindi only to discover them reading 'Mathrubhumi'. Demonstrated instance: A student sang the song 'Ek Do Teen...' in his mind to confirm the hindi for 12 while buying stuff, only to be stunned by shopkeepers response in Malayalam. That particular student currently writes awesome blog posts! Being locked up by the Police for swearing in Malayalam not realizing the constable himself is a mallu. The list is practically endless. My roomie often boasts that he can recognize mallus at sight and he has a 100% track record. Though I was apprehensive about it, I have to say he h...

Rediff is becoming a haven for bad editing these days. Writing is sometimes bad, but there have been some really good articles lately, such as  The forums are filled with nothing but crap. Comment moderation is a total farce. But more importantly, there have been several severely opinionated articles gracing the front page lately. A prime example is an article on Nano and Moditva . When you click the link, this particular article appears as though its part of the news section or more specifically the Money section of Rediff News. The article is nothing but a venom spewing, right wing thrashing work from a guy who is probably a pseudo-secularist-intellectual. I have nothing against people posting their view points. But, a portal like Rediff should never take sides in sensitive issues and have some editorial integrity. Atleast, if their intentions are the same as I mentioned, it should be explicitly stated and probably a short bio of the author should be given. A news site should never ...

Its the end of the second week in Bangalore. Life has turned topsy-turvy. New people. New places. New me. Blogging has pretty much stopped. Got full net access from office, but there are too many tasks to be done and it doesn't feel good to blog while at work! I live pretty near to office. Just about a walk of 3 minutes. Decided to step into office today eventhough today is a holiday on account of Vijayadashami. Nothing pressing to be done, but today being an auspicious day, I thought I would come here and do a little writing. Lots of stuff to write, but thought I would take up a pending tag. This ones from Praveen . Here it goes 1.What have you realized recently? I am a moron who is getting older but certainly not wiser! 2.Have you given your first kiss away? Its still available! For free! A hug will be given as a bonus! Only ladies need apply! (a little backstory: I have been hit by too many gay men, which is very disconcerting!) 3.If you were to be stranded on a deserted island,...

Net has not been disconnected yet, so the previous farewell speech stands muted! This could be (hone ka sambhavana hain!) my last post for a while, so what better way than go out saying thank you! Thanks a lot for all my team mates and colleagues in SunTec and all of my friends here. You have made my life a memorable one! I had a larger than life thanks to all of you. As my token of appreciation I request all the blog readers to observe a minute of silence, curl your little lips ala Mick Jagger , raise their couple of little hands, make horns (bend all your fingers except for the little one and the big one) and say Rock On!! Then another one especially for the video below. Thanks Arun! You rock big time man! P.S: For those wondering, I finish my mails (even the dead serious official ones with a Rock On instead of Regards!)

Life has taken yet another turn for me. I once said here that the only thing certain with my life has been uncertainty . I left my workplace last week. Moving on to new a new city and more importantly new challenges. My last days in Trivandrum have not been very good. I have been on an emotional roller coaster. I have become a nagging pain-in-the-ass for a lot of people. All because I am having a deeply unsettling feeling of leaving. After all, I loved my job, loved this place, and it was a great feeling knowing how exactly my parents fared. I still haven't sorted out a lot of things and I will be leaving on Tuesday. Feeling a little too lethargic. Saw a couple of really good movies. Thalappaavu and Thirakatha. Will be writing on them. If you are waiting for my word to watch, then certainly go and watch. Two of the best movies in a very long time. By the way, I have been awarded by Praveen for the Brilliant Blog . Thanks man. Really wanted to write about this, but I have no idea wh...

You Are 72% Interesting You are a fairly interesting person. Many people find you to be intriguing. You have a dynamic, adventurous life... a life that others envy. You are genuinely interested in and open to the world. You love making new friends, and you're always up for an unusual experience. Like everyone else, you can get a bit boring from time to time. That's normal. But unlike everyone else, you can pull yourself out of a rut. You don't stay boring for long. Are You Boring or Interesting? Good! I always thought I was not a very interesting person! What do you people think? I think I'll gauge the number of comments to compute the, err, interest! By the way today is my last day at SunTec. Its just 1 AM in the morning. A fairly emotional day ahead for me. Watch out for a post on past 2 years spend here.

I shouldn't be writing this post. RSI has hit me hard it seems. After around a decade of abuse, its not very surprising. But, writing unwinds me. Unleashes my demons. Makes me the rock that I am. This is damnest time to have a wave of attack as well. I am working through my nose to complete my pending tasks before I leave the company. Just 2 more days left of actual work. On top of this, I seem to have an upper back inflammation, thanks to God knows what! May be I am just getting too old. Unfortunately, I act very immature and childish towards certain people. Should stop that. It isn't cute. It can land you in trouble. Serious trouble. Wrong people may peep into your life. You may lose your friends forever. May be I am in the process of losing one. May be I already lost one. If I do lose, consider a part of me dead. The better part. Whats left will be a shell of a man, unpredictable, uncouth and in plain words, a loser. Funny, may arm has started to stiffen already. I still ha...

Yesterday night, in my sleep I discovered the answer to one of the most pertinent questions hounding mankind since time immemorial. What happens after death? Last night, in my sleep I died. After a while I was alive. I could recall what happened when I died. But in the morning, I forgot what happened!

I have been found by the Internets ! Check out below! You Are Fraud You will do anything to get ahead. And if you fail, you can always reinvent yourself. You probably have a sordid past, and you're good at completely hiding it. You find it easy to lie. No one can tell if you're lying, and lying doesn't make you feel guilty. You think people are gullible. And you rather fool them than get fooled. What Felony Are You?

I could feel someone was looking at me. But, I didn't feel uncomfortable which I usually get if I feel I am being looked at. I turned around. I could see a pair of soft, innocent eyes looking at me. Then she smiled. The most beautiful smile ever. Her smile and her look suggested that she wanted me to go near her. As I walked towards her, she shifted her glance. Oh! The age old method of female deception! I took no note and approached. Her eyes once again transfixed on me. Mine on her. Her smile ever so beautiful. Our eyes spoke for us. Our smiles spoke for us. Then she gently caressed my cheek. I was taken aback. No one had done that it a decade or more! The soft caress grew stronger. She pinched my cheeks. I didn't feel a thing except pure bliss. She was growing in confidence, just as my anticipation did. Suddenly, in one deft move, she leaped into arms. Took my head in her hands and fiercely pulled my nose. The little brat broke into a squeal of laughter! "She likes you....

Why is the beer bottle so slender? I think its a deconstruction of the fact that you get a pot belly after a few beers over a period of time. Ah well, I should be taking a few sit ups! Ciao. P.S: I should be remembering the following cartoon before I start a fight with someone. Ciao again. (toon courtesy: xkcd )

Oh well, it was a matter of time before these started coming up. Blog posts bashing Rock On!! I found one through Blogbharti . Blogger is a person who makes some interesting music, but he minces no words in bashing Rock On. When I say he minces no words, I don't really mean that his arguments carry any weight, or mass for that matter! Lets take it one by one, his "claims" of plagiarism: Look at the "Live Your Dream" headline. Notice the cool sign with wings underneath it. Looks familiar? No? Check this out. You mean Harley Davidson? The wings with something in it has been there for a long, long time and used by several bands. Aerosmith anyone? Check out the four band members. All of them are wearing the typical "rocker" outfits: Black T-shirts with "brutal" pictures on them, Jeans and Goggles. Dude, all the rock bands idolise the masters. Its a typical heavy metal band costume. A lot of college bands wear these kind of stuff. If you see th...

Just watched Rock On!! A wonderful movie. Simple storyline, exceptional music, good acting from all involved. In short a great experience. Its not (just!) about rock muic, but about friendship and relationships in general. I would give the movie 4.5/5, the same that I gave at imdb (9). I am not going to dissect the movie, I would rather let you read the review by someone who has actually been there and done that. Check out Praveen's review . P.S: Arjun Rampal seems to be styled after Eric Clapton of the Cream era! Check the pics below! It does remind me a lot of Clapton!

Decided to do this tag after reading it here . These are the rules: 1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search . 2. Using only the first page, pick an image. 3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker . The result? 1. What is your first name? Narayan. The first result itself was the boss of around half Indian blog world! 2. What is your favorite food? Right now? Chakkavaratti (Jackfruit Jam). Really, really want to have it right now! Fortunately, one gentle soul was gracious enough to upload a pic! 3. What high school did you go to? Arya Central School didn't net any results. So, I tried Arya. Look what I got. Something you would never see or dare to see there! 4. What is your favorite color? Green. I have this strange fascination towards green things since the time I was a kid. /looking forward to a spring green colour Dell Studio 17 lap! That frog reminded me of the frog in a story book I had long time ago. 5. Who is your ...

This is something I have been putting off time and time again. A cardinal sin by a rock music fan who happens to be a blogger as well! Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy once again breaks new ground with some awesome music. Last Hindi album I loved wasTaare Zameen Par. They haven't failed th yet again! There is no doubt Farhan Akhtar is a brilliant Director. But he is playing an unfamiliar dual role of the lead singer and the lead actor. The man has got some guts. Does he have the meat to carry it? Lets see! I have been listening to the music for quite sometime now. Decided to play it in its entirety to get a feel of reviewing it. The album opens with an awesome guitar riff. Reminds a lot of the classic guitar solos ala Jimi Hendrix . You get the hints of a different, yet rocking album. Lyrics are very different from the run of the mill Bollywood fare. Lot of English words thrown in the mix. Little existential. Even when the song is about love, it feels different. More sincere. More real. Music ...

Country in this context means the nation and not nincompoops like you! On to the topic. Just check out the map below. A horribly mutilated India. Can anybody guess from where did this originate? If you said China, you are dead on! Its from the India home page of the premier chinese e-commerce/auction company Alibaba.com . I wonder whether the same is kept in the CPI(M) offices across the country! I believe this would be kept in Prakash Karats diary at the least! Info from Mutiny.in .

Castle in the Air indeed! I would really like to write that it is an imaginary piece of indulgent crap by K P Kumaran . But in reality, its just crap. Let me spell it again CRAP. One might ask, "Why so serious, Rockus?" Why am I serious? I had high hopes on this movie. I thought K P Kumaran was a serious (may be a bit indulgent) filmmaker with talent. Mohanlal is my favourite actor (across all languages). I was enthused by the quality team behind the movie (music by John Altman and camera by Santosh Thundiyil ). I was awed by some brilliant promos and trailers. All done to death by some horrible writing and direction. The movie starts of with some picturesque shots and some beautiful music. First scene is pretty good. Your spirits are up. Then as the subsequent scenes follow, you smell a rat and get a sinking feeling. After 10-15 minutes, you realise its hopeless. Let me make it clear, the base story is terrific. Based on 'The Master Builder' , a play by the Norwei...

Okay, first we shall go through what exactly is the blog title. It may not be visible to you. If its not thank the web standards for that. If it does and makes no sense to you, thank your below par English skills. /Mean Smug Asshole (MSA) look Its an Interrobang. Check the link for more details. For you simpletons who cannot read more than a few sentences, it is an exclamation mark useful in places like 'What the fuck !? ' /MSA look Now, what does this obsolete English jargon has to do with me? I will be moving away from home pretty soon and was having a long idle chat with my mother. For her I am a near six foot toddler, who weighs around 200 pounds! So I shall not embarrass myself by providing the entire transcript. This stage of the talk involved around my journeys to (from) home. She: I have heard that the air buses provide ample opportunities for boys and girls to do obscene things. Me: Really??? Never seen that. Will travel only on buses from now on. Let me see if it hap...

Just decided to ramble on and on. May be I will find the answer to the ultimate question through just rambling on and on. But what about the ultimate question itself? Ultimate answer is said to be 42. But what is the ultimate question? I hope we soon find out. Otherwise you will die reading this and I will extract your spirit. Then consume it to the prolong my madness. If that sounds like a death eater, you are probably potterphilic and that frankly sounds a bit perversive. Reminds of a fan art I saw with Harry and Hagrid in a rather compromising situation. That is a mild word since I want to make my blog as family friendly as possible. But that doesn't mean I give a shit about people who censor words like fuck! Oh! Lesson learnt. Don't unleash yourself while you are listening to Syd Barrett . If you want to make any sense about what I just wrote, check the following links. Answer to the Ultimate Question Ultimate Question Death Eater Seven Dirty Words (if you are really inter...

Hectic, hectic day to say the least. Will be the same the entire week and probably the weekend too. Day dreams are kind of far away now. Reality seems to be taking over me. To be frank it doesn't feel good at all! Its sort of like I have lost my passion and playing it cold. Longing for warmth and some fire to ignite my innards. Fell in love with the Coldplay song Yes . Strangely soothing. Its about emotional and physical longing. About being tired of the creepy loneliness. Creepy in the sense, you have a dark void in spite of having people around you. Somehow the song makes a lot of sense. The lyrics are a dead giveaway, but more importantly the music itself. The chanty vocals and the oriental bridges blended with some soothing guitar. My favourite song from Viva La Vida, the new album. A short preview courtesy of imeem . Yes! (Preview) - Coldplay When it started, we had high hopes Now my back's on the line, my back's on the ropes When it started, we were alright ...

Why do I go through this phase over and over again? Sitting and doing nothing productive and going all blues! Stopped writing after the above lines and does something "productive" finally. Some piracy. Aaarrr, matey! Speaking of piracy. I was thinking of writing about the music of Rock On!! , a music CD I actually purchased! Someday, someday...soon. Speaking of reviews, I am still to write about Dark Knight, Mummy III, Chronicles of Narnia (The books and not the movies. Soon Resmi , really soon!) Speaking of movies, I need to categorise the movie collection and buy a good CD/DVD album like pack. Soon...really soon. Speaking of CDs and DVDs, I should be working on some workaround to watch Taare Zameen Par DVD. It cost me frigging 500 bucks! Damn thing won't run on Linux and thats all I use. /elitist smug look Speaking of elitist smugs, I should be working on some new story material and start polishing old ones. Working means actually writing a couple! Speaking of storie...

American media like most other media is a prejudiced lot, but several degrees higher. Usually I get to read about the bias through Digg, Reddit etc, but just experienced it on MSNBC. Check out the picture story about Russia-Georgia conflict . Wonderfully done. Enough to get the readers pulse working. But, think a little more and you will see that it is deeply biased. Totally demonising the Russians. No signs of the genocidal crimes committed by Georgia on South Ossetia.

Wow! Never thought that old boy Kafka was a fun guy! I read Kafka's Metamorphosis and became a fan of his morbid visions of humanity. For me, he came out as this depressed guy. I guessed the reason was his tuberculosis. Apparently not! The man had a stash of all sorts of hardcore porn! Some of which beyond the acceptable "norms"! Check it out! Got this from Boing Boing. Check it out for the cool book cover!

Happy time folkses! George Orwell has decided to blog! If you do not know who he is, go hang yourself upside down from a neem tree! Hint: Animal Farm and 1984 . The Orwell Prize has decided to mark 70th anniversary of George Orwell's diary by publishing them on a blog exactly 70 years after each entry. It will be exciting to read the insights and interests of this genius. The first entry is up. Its about catching a snake. Check it out .

He could hear the bell ring, ring, and ring. No answer. He felt all alone. Questions raged his mind. Did something untoward happen? It was getting really dark. Clouds had gobbled the moon with a wet hunger. Murky darkness fed his frenzy. How could he be sure that everything is alright? It was the 4th day without answer. Did something else happen? Suddenly he became hated? He thought back. He could not see any reason. May be he doesn't remember. Was he that forgetful? May be he was schizophrenic. He did things beyond his control. Things he couldn't remember later. He checked his phone. Relieved, to see the call times at the exact times as he had remembered. Short lived was the relief. What if he deleted those call logs? What if he went out and made a call from a coin box? He found the second option to be astoundingly absurd. By correlation he deducted the first as well. What was wrong? Why wasn't there a call back? He decided he was thinking too much. As always. As its alway...

A little poem I typed in my mobile phone while I was in Ahmedabad. Typically short so that my fingers wouldn't get tired by tapping! This was inspired by several things in my life, but was catalysed after seeing a vegetable salesman pushing his kart at a blistering speed through the streets of Ahmedabad. He was nearly travelling on his cart! I would like to have a good title. Please suggest! Knock I knock on this closed door, Wish I do once it does gore. Know I do then it wont go ajar, For then and on for eons afar. Minds are to be won at times with a fight, And may take my juice and might, Fight on I will with no rest, Until I make a sire from the guest. Yearn I may for things I love, But never bow myself down and grove, March on I will to get whats mine, Up and around even when the stars start shine.

A few months back, I happened to see a best personality contest conducted by SCT College. The contest was nothing home to write about. The questions were vulgar, answers extremely vulgar. It was supposed to be funny. Why do people have to equate wittiness or comedy with vulgarity every single time? That in itself was very embarrassing to see. If people with the best personality came out like this, then God help us! There was one particular question that was mind boggling. The answers more than the question. Q: Imagine you are with a gay trapped inside a lift. What will you do? A1 (a lady): I will use my umbrella to hit him on the head. A2 (a gentleman): I will say to him, "Look dude! Stay where you are. Any stupid moves or I will kick your ass!" A3 (another lady): I will call out for help! Others answers were more or less in the same notes. Incredible answers! Its so painful to hear such bigotry from the so-called best personalities. Homosexuality is dreaded by our society. M...