A tribute to the falling locks :

Today I have got my hair cut and my precious locks have been sized down. Alas, I will miss you, unkempt hair. When shall I ever again twirl them in anxiety, when again shall I rip you in when I am angry, when, I ask, will I again be able to mess you up? When ...

Technopoly :

1:30 A.M, In a research laboratory in the middle of nowhere :
Chief Scientist : It lives! It lives!
Suddenly, a gas leaks out and the chief is killed (toxic fumes is the post mortem verdict)

Outside the facility, In an air conditioned cabin, a telephone rings,
Blonde man : Hello?

Caller : Uncle Sam here.

Blonde man : Please spare me a minute Sir, I'll be right back.
(Shoos away his blonde and voluptuous secretary)
Yes Sir, I am glad to inform you that the gadget worked, sadly though, a toxic gas was released and the chief passed away.


Uncle Sam : Hmmm, we'll have a compensation handed to his family and a silver medal.

Blonde man : So Sir, do we or don't we ... ...

Uncle Sam : there's no question. It will have to be released. We have to recover the cost of research and make profit as well.

Blonde man : Okay sir, I'll arrange for a news conference ...

Uncle Sam : Good, and I'll arrange one for myself at Geneva.

Blonde man : Goodnight Sir.


GENEVA , A G8 Summit :
Sam : We have to release the technology somewhere.

Rest of the 7 : Yes, ... but the fumes?

Sam : Don't worry, the forests will handle them.

R. O. 7 : Alright.

In the not so developed countries, people were chatting among themselves :

"Have you heard about the new technology?"
"Yes, it will do wonders here, I will buy myself one."
"You are so lucky, you have the money, I wish I had too!"
"Don't worry, loans will be available with 0% down payment"
"What? I must get myself one too in that case."


A few months later :
"Damn that god-forsaken gadget. It left my family blind. Now I can not even repay my debts... "



Meanwhile in the research lab :
Chief 2 : It lives! It's alive !!
(No gas is released, no deaths occur. The gadget is labelled "Environmentally Friendly")

Outside the facility :
Blonde man : better hurry up and get out before Sam calls.

Blonde secretary : Sure, but I want a pay hike for my services.

Blonde man : Okay now fuck off, ... ... Hello? ... yes Sir, this time it worked.

Sam : Sweet niblets! have a Nobel prize arranged for that gimp number 2. Now I want absolute privacy regarding this. No news conferences no no leaks and glimpses.

B m : Yes Sir, you can count on me.

Sam : 2 months and the new product will be available in the States only.

B m : Excellent sir, goodnight.

Sam : Good night and get yourself a new apartment, you have a raise.


At that very moment at Sam's office, the phone rings :
Sam : Yes?

Caller : Golden Gates here, are you through?

Sam : Oh yes, its finished.

G.G : I want that technology for my Micro-fuck doorbell O.S hardware, I hope we have a deal?

Sam : I have myself re-elected and we have a deal. So, when do we release it in the East?

G.G : Let them ask for it, I am sure they will (Evil Laugh)

Sam : Haha, after all its monopoly ...

G.G : No, you fucktard, that's a Funskool product. This is technopoly.

A Teenager's Thoughts On Death and Rebirth ...

Death and Rebirth are terms often abused, the concept itself has often been poked fun at by the bollywood directors. Films like Karan-Arjun, the famous Om Shanti Om and many others have depicted the rebirth of the protagonist after being savagely slaughtered by some evil character, and how they eventually find revenge. Apart from this type of superficial knowledge what else do we know about pre-death, death and post death?
Death as defined by certain religions is the process of the soul leaving the material world and fusing with its creator.
Science has provided with an even more complex definition:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death

Why do we know so little about it ? After all it is he only guaranteed event in an individuals life and the only one that is sure to happen in this otherwise unpredictable world, yet it remains shrouded in mystery.
What makes me most curious is the pre- and post- death scenario. What does the person think about, does he introspect and scrutinize his life or is he simply blank? Can he comprehend the events in his vicinity? These questions have always fascinated me. It is not the circumstances that make me feel so, it is the fact that these last minute thoughts can never really be articulately recorded. Neither in writing nor in the form of speech. Thus they remain as the person's deepest secret. These questions can never be answered, we have no choice but to make calculative guesses.
Now for the post- death scenario. Rebirth has often been a topic very highly debated among wise and mature individuals. Yet its viability remains unknown. A few scientists have researched cases concerning an a person absolutely unconnected to a particular family but can instantaneously connect with them and give an accurate description of how a member of their family died (decades ago). The scientists claim that when the member of the family died, he/she was reborn as a different person in a different family, on seeing objects and people familiar to the person in his past life, he could recognize his past. Yet some people refuse to accept the existence of any such phenomenon.

Honestly, these are things far too complex for me to comprehend, but I sincerely hope that if not anyone else, at least I myself should get the answers regarding my own death. This is a request, a request, I hope has been heard by the Divine ...

Finding Hope in Despair.

Hey! You are lucky ,

you got a break when life looked lame,

a marvelous feat indeed,

a ray of hope, when in dire need ?...

everyone has it ...(the ray of hope..)

but not me,

how much i want it badly,

but i can't have it sadly,

life's decided to be unfair with me,

at first i thought fuck it let it be,

but with many years to come,

i have given up,sadness my love, and dread my home,

i struggle to get out of this mess,

everybody has got tired of repeating the word hopeless,

Struggling for breath,

Getting cosier with death,

and with death by my side i'd elope,

dan to have a mind hurling accusations, give me hope,

at this very moment, I pray,

if these are the things to come, then put me to eternal sleep I say,

coz, at the sharp edges of sanity,

nobody spares a thought for anything, not even a profanity,

lifes tough out here,

to live in constant fear,

to live with the mistakes of the past,

to think that the next will be my last,

I want someone to join me in this world,

but the only things here are misery and cold,

This is not the fate for which i had opted,

my life's game is over, i am busted............

Studying :

Dear Readers,
Unlike all of you, I am unfamiliar with the world of studying. As vague and stupid as it sounds, it is true, for you see, I am not the the type of person to start competing for marks. Aloof would be a right term to describe my attitude towards studies. Even now, in the midst of the so called "Competitive Exams", I am least bothered about them. Around me I see people enveloping themselves, in cocoons, probably expecting a metamorphosis. Whatever may it be, it certainly does not work with me. Ripping the TV cable out, slashing the Internet wire and sending my SIM card on an exile never helped me. Before you mistake me to be a liberal - minded arsehole, let me make it clear that certain restrictions do help but in no way are they close to the one's I mentioned above (cutting down on that might last slice of pizza might help you concentrate more as it gives you less gas). Even some of my close friends seem to have absconded (yeah that's the apt word) and fled the universe! I hardly see them.

Then comes another aspect which I am bad at and that is, "not allowing your rival to succeed". honestly I don't even have any rival, and even if I did, I do not believe in telling the person that I am not giving a particular examination and then giving the exam without anybody knowing. What's the point of giving an exam in such a secretive manner? Another turn-off are petty liars, those who withhold notes, important information and refuse to help you during a time of need. This breed of people really tick me off, because they behave in an all-together different manner during exams. they just suddenly change!

The final problem I face is that I always find better things to do, activities ranging from taking a walk to updating my music library. It might seem that I do not have my priorities set, but really that's not the case. It simple, I cannot sit in a place for more than 4 hours. Not only does my posterior ache, but my brain does to, restlessness builds up within and well, sitting even 5 hours more would yield one tenth the amount in terms of useful work.
Thus it sums up my state. Thank you for bearing with me.

Cheers.

Misinterpretations :

I have always tried my level best to be an honest and frank fellow. If I don't like your shirt, I don't like it, and I will tell you that. It has often got me into trouble, for you see, the brusqueness with which I have said things has been absolutely misjudged. I do not really derive any pleasure from being rude, but I always have my own crude sense of justice. I know when a situation is not proceeding as it should be, and I always try to make things right and maybe its this trait that has led me to have more enemies than friends. They say you cannot have it all, but I do not remain contended at that, my values and my own mind forces me to think differently and more often that required, dangerously. It has been the story for years, my opinions, to others, have always seemed as viable as the ravings of a drunkard. It does make me sad, but I know that I can not change what the world thinks of me, so I have stopped trying, although, my lack of manners stay. You may still call me uncultured for that, but my arrogance and rudeness are my Achilles heel, how much ever trouble they land me in, they still manage to keep a few bullshitters at bay, and I value them solely for that purpose. I have learnt my lessons from my past mistakes, and I just hope, I do not get so cornered as to repeat these mistakes again ...

On leaving the school ...

This is my first post, hence my attempt to make it the least controversial.
I have been in this instition for 6 years. I joined in as a 6'th grader, and have now gone on to become a 12'th grader on the verge of graduating. I had my fun times and my sad days as well. Sixth standard was the first time I failed in maths (wouldn't be the last time though) ... and ever since, there have been many "hiccups" on my way. But having reached elevanth, I felt all of these "hiccups" would vanish. They just became more frequent. I realised that the world was not all that a perky place to live, every second person seems to be a parasite, and just wanting to cling on to you. These two years have honestly no suitable description other than "NIGHTMARE". It was also what I would call a learing curve for me. An easygoing funloving and bigmouthed arse like me was never fit to be in this world, I have had my differences with people and I have had to pay dearly for my brusqueness. It has been a really dificult and arduous journey, but one worth the toil. The lessons I learnt here are in no way comparable in magnitude to "gravitation" "ketones" and "calculus", they are far far important, and in a way, it is these lessons that are going to help me move ahead in life. Wishing all my friends viewing this,goodluck in their lives.
Cheers.