Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Fuck! A bloody weekend and I cannot sleep! I should be sleeping late into the day, lazily shielding myself from the greenish glare of the sun. Greenish thanks to my curtains, which I chose and absolutely adore! Feeling a little bad about leaving to Bangalore. Its been one and a half months at home and will be two by the time I leave. Of course, everything depends on whether the Hepatitis virus manages to leave me! If I am really lucky, I could be suffering from pancreatic cancer or a rare form of liver cancer. The perils of information overload! If I stay awake for 10 more minutes, the Pakistan-New Zealand test match will start. Watching the pakis getting pawned is sadistically uplifting! A little while later Cricket Revolution will be done downloading and I can start playing it! A neat game! You can play all sorts of shots unlike the usual hit and giggle in EA Cricket. I guess I will listen to some music on Spotify . Installed it using a UK proxy. Works like a charm! Awesome on-dema...

The Indian blog world is in flames over Barkha Dutt (NDTV journo) suing a blogger named Chyetanya Kunte regarding certain comments he made in a post regarding the 26/11 coverage. Basically he called her an idiot and said the coverage endangered lives. The post is gone, but you can read it from Google's cache . Scroll down for the post. (offtopic: Internet is lot like Las Vegas; what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!) Kunte succumbed to the pressure  and made a very legal looking withdrawal of statement post . Bloggers have been calling for Dutt's head and to be frank rightfully so! The fourth estate or so called custodians of Democracy is unwilling to bear with criticism? Just head over to the Facebook discussion where Barkha threatens another person. Immature, and a total one at that. Barkha has every right to defend against the allegations. She could have explained her position or if its not worth her time she could have just ignored it! Instead she went for a lawsuit to shut...

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...

While one weeps... ...the others watch with disdain sipping a fucking Pepsi! Photo 1 from here and Photo 2 from here . P.S: I am not an anti-semetic, but what Israel is doing is wrong. What they are doing is pouring a ship load of oil into a flame which will keep on burning for a very very long time...

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...

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...

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...