My crap?

Monday, September 28, 2009

When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
-The Alchemist (novel)
When I want something, all the universe conspires in ridiculing me and reminding me iam an idiot.
-The story of my life

This was the thought in my mind when i was asleep last night :|
So much is the humiliation i feel.And for what?making people listen to 5 minutes of my crap voice?
This is to all the people who dont know the story yet
I sang "Hotel california" at the cultural evening in college.
Keeping apart it meant the world for me,my dream come true,
I made those idiots listen to me so how they get back?they make fun of me.
I cant walk past any crowded place without being called hotel california or some one singing in a creaky voice to honor me
NO i have i no regrets
Just letting those people know, every insult is making me go closer to being stronger than before and determined to not give a rats ass to all of u

really sorry if this blog is turning out into a dump yard for my sorrows

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My selfishness

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Today one of my so called friends in the hostel passed a rather ugly remark.Out of no where he just told me I am selfish :|.Kept me wondering what had i done.He even backed his point by saying every one in the hostel also thinks so.So here goes an another entry to the list of my nuisances,ranking first among being idiotic,stupid talkative(a lot).

So why I am i blogging about this?
may be coz I am pissed or may be i want want some one to say that I R not remotely close to selfish or just may be coz iam jobless.

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My pleasures

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

#a Laptop 40,000rs
#external hard disk for your stuff 3000rs
#Headphones 200rs
#Current Bill 300rs

Enjoying Wonder years at 03:00 am,when every one is asleep

PRICELESS!!!!!


There are somethings money cant buy for them use torrents :)

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The purpose of life

Saturday, September 5, 2009

One day, somebody paid a visit to the hardware shop in the corner of a town and bought the biggest ribbon of parrot green satin. What that somebody planned to do, was to spend entire days wrapping the ribbon over all kinds of stuff around him until he came upon that one thing which looked better with the ribbon wrapped around it than without. Which, in fact, looked better with the ribbon wrapped around it than with any other thing done to it. As if the sole purpose of that thing to exist was so that somebody can wrap a parrot green satin ribbon around it.

Surely, there must be something that’s been made for this sort of thing to happen to it. Getting a parrot green satin ribbon wrapped around itself, I mean. Just like there’re things that exist only to be sold to a bargain shop, or to be kept in a corner of the windowsill at your neighbour’s place, or to be locked in an iron box and thrown into the ocean.

And so, this particular somebody directed all his energy over the next few weeks into finding that blessed thing, which was waiting only to get wrapped around in a green satin ribbon.

During the course of his quest, he stumbled upon a lot of things that would’ve been totally perfect wrapped in a parrot green satin ribbon, only shorter than the one he had with him. Or longer. But then, the whole point was to find a thing made to be wrapped in the ribbon that he possessed, not a shorter or longer one. In any case, he figured that if there’re things that are made to be wrapped in a shorter or a longer parrot green satin ribbon, there also has to be something that must be wrapped with this particular one. Fair enough.

Finally after trying for what lasted a eternity he came across many things that fit perfectly for the ribbon,but didnt appeal his looks and in some cases the other way round.Finally he gave up and decided to wrap the ribbon around a vase.The cloth was longer than needed so he decided to cut a piece from it hence making it a perfect fit.

The story of the ribbon and its destiny is more or less similar to the story of life of every individual out there.The ribbon is our career,love,long term plan etc.And it usually turns out that what we want in life is never what we get and what we get is not we have is never what we want.And finally we decide to live happily with what we got.The cut cloth signifies the sacrifices we make in life to achieve what we need to get.


The actual post is by my good old friend from school Sadhwi, i just modified it a bit.The bold part is mine. thanks Sadwi for accepting my request,although my poor skils was a insult to your post.Here is the original Post.



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My Meaning

Saturday, August 22, 2009

probably given a chance to loop through a particular song for the next of eternity what i would chose is 'Hotel California' by the Eagles.I have listened to this song so many times and iam still in need for more.One thing most peculiar about the song would be its meaning,the song interpretations can be done in more than one ways.
So here goes one such interpretations,its mostly my own version you are free to agree or disagree but this the way ill take the song forever.
The song is an story of a man and his journey with addiction.


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
At first the mans life is like a desert with problems but
a happy life.suddenly he realizes a world apart a world
addiction.here colitas is a desert flower which is used as a toxicant

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

"shimmering light"the world of addiction is fun?

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
The first signs of 'Kick'.
lemme try it once.

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Here addiction is compared to beautiful girl

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
Is it the candle that was lit?or some thing else?

There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here
The other people already addicted speak to our friend..............

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
Here addiction is compared to Bitch

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
Some intoxicate to remember good memories,and some to forget old bad memories

So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said, we havent had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
Realizing he has to quit addiction he turns to god.captain,wine and spirit all references to god.But soon realizes God cant help him


And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Now he is one of the gang of the addicted now talks are on about addiction.
alibis means reason,every body has a reason to stick to what they addicted to.

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
He tries to live a normal life being addicted.

And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
prisoners of syringes,lighters and buds

And in the masters chambers,
They gathered for the feast
addiction is here compared to a beast

The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just cant kill the beast
you might lose your health but not addiction

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
He wants to go back to being normal be on that desert

relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
You might die but u will never leave addiction


All comments are welcome

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My Diet :|

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Same time last year i had was pardoned of my bodily edibles thanks to say no to non veg month in my household.It was more of a i wont cook non veg call by my mother god than say no to non veg.So this time around i decided to travel to red pastures my relatives who don believe in the no non veg month.So with hopes high and stomach half empty i set off.First to come was Bangalore eldest of ma uncles,i was hungry for dead birds but as was about to find out they were all ready to cash in for the love they had stored for me from over a year.After Bangalore came Mumbai and along with that followed visits to Mcdonalds,KFC and other local Biriyani places.Not to mention visits to various relatives and ya they are waiting for me for more than 5 years and in of over 10 days there hasnt been a single day where i have gone without my belly being totally packed up.And for the icing on the top it was today,my uncle(the one in bombay)decided to take me to Barbecue nation an all to eat no limit restaurant and rest is all imagination.I was not just full this time but also had some kinda feeling where my head was reeling.Then i did exactly the right thing had 2 scoops of ice cream,now not only was i unable to walk but was nauseous and my fears of 500 Rs being flushed into the toilet of some restroom was becoming true.luckily i did not do any thing like that landed up safely and finally lived to eat another day.And ya my waistline has increased by 5 inches :(

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My typos

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Its almost past 12 clock and i really have no idea wht iam blogging about.MJ is dead shall i blog about that?no why will care for him?.May be ill blog about by procractinations or my lazyness they.But then i decided i would just simply write up in this post and not use the typograph error corrector and see how many errors i would get.i usually get a hell lot of them so try figuring them out.Iam not browsing a lot these as iam addicted to online gaming.Finally today made up my mind to not play and do the usual blogging and stuff.If some one has the solution to this addiction pls help.

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