Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Award just after getting out of 'a ward!' Bad pun, but good feeling! Chitz awarded the Kreative Blogger Award to me! Yay! Please start the slow clap while I accept the award! Thank you! Thank you Thank you! These awards generally come with a catch or few. Lets see! 1. Tell 7 things about youself that nobody else knows. 2. Pass on this award to 7 other people. 3. Comment on their blogs to let them know that they are tagged. Hmmm... Lets start with the first condition! Seven things about me that nobody else knows. See the blogs name? Confessions of Dangerous Mind. There has been several dangerous (to me!) confessions in this blog, so I cannot say I am giving out some fresh stuff! 1. I really want to eat Mutton Brain Fry. Now! Only if I wasn't under house arrest and on a diet fit for a goat. 2. I love watching rain through my window, lying down on my bed. Somehow the visual makes me very happy. 3. I have an irrational fear of number 13. 4. I love books. I can spe...

I have not been in best of health since last week. Sudden temperature fluctuations coupled with nausea spells have made life pretty miserable. I drift towards morbid thoughts in these times. My remedial measures for such thoughts? Gross out others with these thoughts! Me: All my innards are melted! Neo gives me a puzzled look. Me: I am dying! Neo: Is there anything new? I am trying to watch this programme. kthnxbye! Me: You will see my dead body in the morning!' Neo: Don't give hope! Me: You will see my body hanging from this fan when you wake up! Neo: Won't be a pretty sight. Especially since you don't wear a lungi with no underwear. Me: Directly over you. Hanging. You know what people do when they are hanged? Neo: They die? Me: They shit. Now imagine being awakened by some warm sludge on your body. Neo is gagging. Me: I wonder if there is a dead wood like morning wood . If thats so, then it would be scene that would mentally scar you for life...

A nice and bloody hectic evening at work. Out of the blue, Gmail window is buzzing. Unexpected, since I don't really chat anymore and invisible most of the time. xxx: Congrats! yt (yours truly): Thanks! :) Didnt expect this! Such an unexpected honour! (To be frank yours truly was beating around the bush, since he didnt get a clue on who this chick was!) xxx: :) yt: :) (Starts recollecting the generic name holder girls from school and finally throws a stone just to be sure) yt: howz the little one doing? xxx: Great! He started walking! yt: Cool! (Finally! This is her afterall!) yt: You have a fairly normal gmail id, then why from this? I had a hard time figuring out! xxx: Chumma! (simply) yt: btw what was the congrats for? :D xxx: :O For the marriage! yt: :O :O :O yt: The only marriage I am remotely associated with in the short-medium term is my roomie's. xxx: Then what about the blog? yt: Blog? xxx: Your post today! You have written that your mom said that y...

The last post was number 490 according to Blogger. 4+9+0=13! The bloody number strikes again for me! My dislike for 13 (rather the vice versa) is well documented and I refuse to elaborate! The sentimental post I did couple of days back on going to Goa. Read it? Well...the trip didn't happen! It would be fair to say it almost happened! Nearly a 100 KM away from Goa, mother nature decided to intervene and shut us down for good! We were stuck in some god forsaken place. Lucky for us, the halt was made near a drive-in restaurant and food was plenty! But being stuck in a bus for a whole day ain't fun, especially if its pelting dogs, cats, and a few other animals! To cut a sorry story short, we reached back in Bangalore on Satuday morning instead of Goa on Friday morning, after starting from Bangalore on Thursday night! We drowned our sorrows in Friday night. I have this allergic reaction which has forced me to abandon my hell-bent-for-leather attitude to drowning sorrows, so I...

One of my favourite songs by The Beatles. Pressure is in an all time high with stuff piling up left, right, and center. These are the times where you long for a better yesterday than a better tomorrow. If tomorrow was today, today would be yesterday, But I long for my yesterday, Your yesterday, And our yesterday. I hope there is yet another day, Will it be any good like yesterday? P.S: These words are mine, song lyrics is there in the song itself. Trivia: Paul McCartney had a dream in which he heard the tune and he immediately composed the music. He didn't have any lyric and used to sing "Scrambled Eggs" instead of "Yesterday" while composing the song,

Lonngfellow (LW) has been utterly devastated by his lack of technical know-how after spending a good couple of years being a solutions engineer. He is determined to learn and make a case for a seat in the highest echelons of geekhood. What does that mean? My net browsing is limited on my phone (yay wifi!) for a long period on an off day. LW has suitably tired after an exhausting study session. I am gobbling down some delicious Fish Biriyaani courtesy LW, who got me a parcel since I was on a long work call. Delicious I tell you! The best biriyaani in Continental Spice has to be Fish Biriyani. Mutton is a definite no-no, Chicken is kind of so-s0. Back to LW and his research. "Aaayaaeeiii", bellows LW. I honestly cannot decipher this. He makes this noise when he is bored or amused. LW opens Google. Takes images. Types sh. " Shakeela ?", I suggest helpfully, so does Google. LW smirks, "No one can beat Shriya !" Types in, hits enter, and ogles at th...

Weekends typically starts of on a desperate note. The wake up call is usually either one of the following: a) Nature calls. Calls me an asshole and warns me of dire consequences if I don't enter the loo within seconds. b) Stomach calls. Calls me with a growl. Need some food. Or if you really want your oesophagus for brunch... If its point a, the level desperation may heighten if the bathrooms aren't free. If its point b, all that I do is wake up and after a couple of hours head out to have lunch. Oh! The wakeup time is 11-12 by the way! Friday night included a very heavy dinner with lots of beer thanks to having no breakfast and virtually no lunch. Wakeup call at 9 this Saturday. My mom's friend was in Bangalore visiting her son. Invite to lunch on Sunday. Lunch invites are gleefully accepted these days since I am really fed up of eating mediocre food. Great food is available at the cost of a very long walk and rather high price. I ended up not going as laziness took over m...

Was checking out stuff and found this Friday five . Since I dislike conventions, I decided to do the tag on a Tuesday and on a mid-May. The original rule meant a report card for the quarter. I am turning into the report card for the mid-year along with anticipation for the month and a half. Lets see how this pans out! Would you say 2009 so far is meeting expectation, exceeding expectations, or failing to meet expectations? Difficult one. I am not easily satisfied with stuff. That said, I am fairly optimistic about the month and half ahead. My answer would be meeting expectation. What letter grade would you give yourself for your performance at work or school? Similar to Q 1. I would give myself a C if things go as planned. Otherwise a D. On a scale from 1 to 10, how happy have you been with the weather so far in 2009? Too hot for comfort this summer is. Talking like Yoda its making me. Give the weather a 4, will I. Which of the Motion Picture Association of America’s film ratings woul...

Happy Birthday Amma! You are not going to see this post and I hope you never will! This blog contains a snapshot of everything bad about her only sonny. He wants you to live in a world where her son is innocent and uncorrupted. Still I am writing this. Words give me a sense of power and a power of expression. My only outlet. You did everything you could to raise me as a good human being. Took me into your arms when I had no option but to cry helplessly as school work piled up owing to my tardiness. You sat up several nights writing my records and drawing pictures that I should have made while I slept blissfully. You faced the flak and the shame for my bad academics. You defended me with fire in front of those who expressed doubts on my future. You walked the tightest of ropes when we were financially insecure. Never let anything come in the way of my education. You catered to my wildest convictions and let me do whatever I wanted. You let me pour our precious savings down the drain for...

Okay! As I had PPSed in the last post, we have started jogging! 'We' means me and three other roomies. Another is being a bourgeois and mocking us. Man, see you after we develop 6 packs out of the one big sack! Cry your hear out then! We started on a Sunday morning. 7:30. Late? Not by the standards of folkses who wakes up at 11 on a Sunday! Moreover, I felt an urgent need to educate my friend regarding the nature of a typical Indian and intolerance that exists among our people the night before that. After my rhetoric was over it was nearly 3. Anywho, we started towards the park. Walking. Some nasty dogs around our place. Didn't want to disturb their romantic antics. More on the dogs later. When we reached the park we found some construction going on there. Bad omen? We jogged towards another park. Pretty girl alert. We stopped. Panting like dogs. Not good. Started jogging away as fast as possible. "How many rounds are we going to run?", asked JC. "Me thinking...

I am in a rush and microblog won't do for me! You see, I have a sort of obsessive compulsive disorder (ask certain friends!) and I have to do when I have to do! So I am blogging about practically nothing. Not a new thing for you long time readers anyway. Started using Blip.fm . A pretty cool service. Practically its Twitter for music. Check it out and see for yourself! The link points to a song by Oasis , Stop Crying Your Heart Out . I just love this one. It appears in the movie The Butterfly Effect towards the end. I like that movie eventhough its a bit corny. About making things right by travelling back in time...sometimes you do wish, don't you? Don't lie! Do check out my Twitter feed . I tweet about a lot of random information which are practically useless and junk. Very entertaining though in a geeky manner. Ok, I am stopping this blatant self promotion and leaving. Have a great weekend! Hold up Hold on Dont be scared Youll never change whats been and gone May your sm...

And its that time of the year to sit back and reflect on what yours truly did last year! Found a tag in Vimmuuu's blog (wazzup with the u's!?) and it would better to reflect on point blank questions rather than drawl on endlessly! I guess people who read this are better off doing the tag since it is rumoured that people who failed to do so are subjected to poking in the ass with a trident by devils while they are asleep! Don't believe me? Here he is! So far, so blah! Lets hit it! 1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before? Starting living with room mates after years of solitary confinement in a comfortable room of my own! 2. Did you keep up your 2008 resolutions, and will you make more for 2009? I don't take resolutions since I am sure to break them! This year though, I have taken a couple. Start working on something creative I have been thinking for a while and stop being a control freak when it comes to people close to you. 3. What would you like to hav...

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...

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...

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...

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...