Passing thought

Slumdog Millionaire. The new movie everyone's raving about. Probably deservedly so(because I haven't seen the movie and am in no position to judge it). It talks about a slum kid who appears on Kaun Banega Crorepati and wins the show.
But my point is not the book, nor it's premise.
When I read stuff about this book, it's the way people say the slums and the poverty and the sheer apathy shown in the movie/written in books such as Maximum City, Slumdog Millionaire etc is the "REAL INDIA".
I agree totally when you point out that India has slums, poverty and more than it's fair share of unscrupulous people, but in compensation, India also has brilliant infrastructure, a strong foundation of education, India has some amazing cities and beautiful sights and historic places.
What I mean to say is, you cannot simply magnify a singular part of an entity and identify it with that single attribute. The "REAL INDIA", is the sum of it's parts. It is an amalgamation of villages, slums, towns and cities. Of poverty, mediocrity, riches and more. Just like you cannot say for example that New York City is the "REAL AMERICA" or for that matter that Eastern Europe is the "REAL EUROPE".
Examples taken are purely those that spring to my mind immediately and may or may not appear relevant or conclusive to you.
But the message I wish to convey is, India is more than just the sum of it's parts. When even the sum of it's parts cannot completely depict India, how can you try to summarize our country in a single strata of society.
Peace.

Ad infinitum

I head into my end of semester exams in about a fortnight's time, and all that my acquaintances ask me is how much progress I have made with my syllabus.
As a rule, during the preparatory leaves, I lead a totally unsocial life. This includes not stepping out of my house for days on end. I love being holed up without being in touch with anyone. Some people do stay in touch, somehow or the other(curse mobile communications) but that I tolerate more as a formality.
What I hate most about mobile communications is messaging. I hate messaging. I prefer calls anyday, but there is a distinguished class of the public who are too busy to pick up calls or do not attend to calls and hence as a direct consequence, you have to message them. I am now looking for a cell phone that does not have the "sms/mms/ems" functions. Sort of like a reverse pager.(A pager was a phone without calls and facilitated reading of messages for the uninitiated).
But sometimes messaging does help.(very rarely)
I also happen to know that none of the people who are referred to in the above post, will have the inclination to read a blog, hence the freedom with which i unleash ab imo pectore.
The consequence of this being that I have now become a long haired pillock with an untamed stubble who has no love of civilisation. Indirectly, you can say I've become something of a caveman albeit without the trademark sexual urges and lack of hygiene.
The effect that the P.L has on me is amazing, I am a different person when I have college to attend though I must admit, I prefer the P.L version of me.
As and when I find a mobile with the features I so crave, I shall be kind enough to post a picture of the same on this here page.
Peace.

Wordplay

Wordplay is amazing. Have you ever noticed how there are a lot of words which basically mean the same, yet, when used in place of one another, do not give you the same idea.
Let me cite an example:
When a person loves jazz music, you can call him a "Jazz Aficionado".
At the same time, you cannot call a person who loves metal, a "Metal Aficionado".
Makes him sound like a pussy. Metalhead is a more accurate description.

Many more may spring to your mind. Leave your ideas in the comments.
Peace.

Mind Maze

The human mind seems to be very fickle. Please note, I say seems to be very fickle, and not is very fickle.
There is a pronounced difference between the two statements. To the untrained, unharnessed mind, there may be no visible difference between the two. But, the fact here is that, the large droves of humans that inhabit the earth, have absolutely no control over their minds or their egos.
To judge every situation, every person without any strings attached, that is, to take one's ego out of the equation, and to assess every situation unemotionally.
A calm and non-partisan overview at everything of consequence.
It is essential to analyze each and everything that comes to one's attention. It leads to a greater awareness of oneself and of the supreme truth.
The supreme truth being that, you cannot gain wisdom reading a random blog by an arbit Assclown and expect to become the next messiah for mankind. And anyways, if I had any idea how to do all the said stuff, I wouldn't be writing shite posts on my not-so-popular blog would I?
Perhaps that's the reason we're still human, and why you're still reading my blog instead of getting the f**k out of here and continuing your search for the supreme truth. My guess is you'll most likely find it here.
Thank you for wasting your delightfully useless time trying to make sense out of this piece of typing practise.
Yours truly.

The dynamics of a Bhok

We all have a lot of cliche's attributed to us at some point in our life(OK, not a lot, but considering that I'm an amazing motormouth, I do). I'm guilty of bringing a lot of innocuous, ignored words, into daily use of a lot of people(read the crowd in my college) with amazing interpretations.
One such word is Bhok.
So let me embark on my theory, and explain my premise and my philosophy.
The world, my dear readers, is a huge, never-ending, deep, drawing, unquenchable void. We are all pulled into it at some point of time and strive throughout our lives to condemn our worries and problems(sometimes even people) to this void. This void, is THE BHOK.

We live our lives, enchanted, at times ensnared by the Bhok. Always inquisitive, always attracted by it's magical ways, awestruck by it's magnanimous presence.

Now I explain to the rational mind:
In technical terms, the Bhok is a Stack. All our worries are pushed to the Bhok. The only catch here is that, this Bhok stack doesn't come with a pop operation. The push function is called by saying aloud "Bhokat".

• The Bhok doesn't need typecasting. It is flexible and can contain any worry type.
• The Bhok is universally public and can be called from any place, anytime.
• The Bhok is universally inherited and can be called by anyone in need.
• The Bhok is indestructible, by deletion, destruction, uninstallation or what you may.

The Bhok is the singularity that engulfs us all and pervades our existence. It existed when nothing else did and will continue to exist when everything else ceases. A Bhok is the logical analogy of a gravitational Black Hole. Only difference being:

Bhok >>>> Black Hole

Period.

I have devoted my life towards a greater understanding of this amazingly awesome colossal figure which is not just a beacon of hope but an entire 12000kw floodlight of hope for the distressed and forlorn.

May the Bhok be with you!

\m/

Pedophobia

NOTE: Title says pedoPHOBIA not pedoPHILIA you perverted jerk!!!

Have you ever noticed how kids seem to get on your nerves, no matter how tiny they are in comparison to you. Kids (though not all of them) are amazingly, awe-inspiringly irritating.

Kids seem to come in different types. I could just forgive you for thinking that it's the pampered baby-elephant types who manage to take the piss out of you. Trust me, it's the scrawny ones that take the mickey outta me.

At this very moment, as I type these here sentences, the scrawny bugger is standing right next to me, watching intently at every word I type, not able to decipher shit(though I'm sure the stuff I type is not encrypted). This bairn here must be about 5 years old, but I'm pretty sure, he could successfully make an elephant shit in frustration. (no hyperbole).

It's the first time he's visited, Dad's C.A's son by the look of it. And somehow, my mom thinks the twirp is cute and oh so nice. Their parents think they're the greatest creation the almighty has blessed them with. /*Content edited due to fear of parents */. I'd rather not get into details, but I'm pretty sure this must have been the case(amazed at own imagination and sits with a proud smirk on his face).

These twirps follow some universal law of inverse proportion.

Size of twirp is inversely proportional to irritation quotient.

Smaller the twirp, the worse, with absolutely no language in common, he can still strike up a conversation with you, and having passed my grunt age 18 years ago, I can make nor head nor tail of what this guy is saying.

And these twirps always have to be the guys. Small girls don't talk to 20 year old part uncle/part bhaiyya looking dudes.

But the brighter side is, this twirp gets excited every time I switch over to the Goal.com website.
So I guess testosterone runs in his blood long before his balls are fully functional.

I'd call this twirp a young dude, but some one's warned me not to go around calling random guys dudes. I doubt that person will ever read my blog, but you never know.

If you've been troubled by young shitler's ever, pointers on how to piss them off will be appreciated. Leave a comment.

P.S: I found a way to piss the twirp off, I started writing my journals, this guy hung around for 2 minutes, before he realised that I was writing. Amazing how Sophophobia kicks in at such an early age in us guys eh? I'm perfectly sure, a small li'l girl would love to write and draw and (shudders at his own thought) .....you get the point.

He just turned his gross ass and left my vicinity and kept his distance(Must have thought I'm one of those nerdy types, Not to say I care). If it keeps him away, that's good enough for me.

P.S: This jerk has an awesome IQ, I admire and toally dig this dude

Quid pro quo

Social rules are amazing, aren't they? Over the years, man created these rules to structure society and to establish a sense of confidence in one another through communication, which he believed would lead to greater understanding among individuals resulting in development of isolated social groups. This has held true and has stood the test of time. For over centuries, man has developed complex, yet inherent, austere, yet implicit rules and norms for behavior.
Yet, today as we stand on the brink of the great Intelligence shift which basically heralds the arrival of A.I on a truly large scale, man has started to breach those very rules and norms which have resulted in his rise through nature's vast ranks to reach the apex of the pyramid.
Through so called social networking capacities, people can spew stuff with absolute dour insolence and wipe their conscience clean. Humans are slowly relinquishing moral responsibilities towards society and revelling in the rule of the wild that exists within the immense void that is the Internet. When CERN gave us the net, it was for betterment of communication within geographically isolated humans amongst various other purposes.
But as we have started hiding behind our virtual selves, behind the paradoxically vulnerable image of invulnerability, we have also started the count towards the day when humans will cease to reside at the very top of the pyramid. Having ruthlessly worked our way to the top, disturbing nature and her very bosom, we have dug our own grave. As we now undo the strings that bind us we shall no longer remain "us". The virtual world at some point spills over into the real one, and before long, it engulfs the real one and the difference is lost in transit.
Over the years as we strive harder to improve the effectivity of A.I,as we toil to make a machine as seamlessly human as possible, we do not realise that we ourselves are becoming as machine-like as possible. Every step that machines take towards humans, we humans take two steps towards being like them.
People always try to hide behind the blind that humans have distinctive characteristics of emotions and spontaneity which A.I can never have. At the rate we're going, those distinctive characteristics will be mere victims of evolution and mother nature will have the last laugh as we fall prey to our own brainchild.
I guess that is why they say, "Everything comes at a price". And the price has to be paid one day or the other.

Warming up

These times are not fair. I for one am honestly dejected. People my age or probably a year or two older, are in prime positions around the world. Take the example of Bilawal Bhutto, the heir of the Bhutto clan, today speaks about Pervez Musharraf and his resignation from the Presidency.

Yours sincerely meanwhile hardly has a say in the committee of his college students association. I am used to people conveniently forgetting that I am a part of the organisation. And as for the president, and here I quote "Woh, saala batlya, woh G.S hai? Aisa G.S hota hai kya?"

Translation: That guy? That shorty? He's the G.S? Do they still make them like that these days?(the thoughts quoted above are not those of the writer and simply express a point of view attributed to a person who has been classified as absconding after making these here comments)

Amazing parity innit?
You've got Lionel Messi playing for his country at Beijing 2008.And here I am done with the league campaign for the year, scoring a modest 7 goals in 7 games. Somehow, I feel happy that the media doesn't hound me, that I can move about at will, without the fear of being recognised.Everything comes at a price they say.
I am not a nobody (that I can assure myself atleast) but neither am I a SOMEBODY. I am somewhere bridging the gap between being a nobody and being a SOMEBODY.But onr thing's for sure, I will be a SOMEBODY, without a shred of a doubt.
Till then, I guess my claims to fame will be my poor old blog, with a sum readership of 2, and my team (I am a pretty decent goalscorer as a matter of fact).
MY rants shall continue. Amen!

R.I.P

The female of our species has often been a bone of contempt for the largely unaware and blissful male populace. I am no exception. And should any reader apart from myself, stumble upon this post, neither will he. But that is not my topic. It was simply a means to draw your attention. (apologies).
I recently watched the movie everyone's rambling about. Yeah, if you haven't guessed it right, you're probably from Lesotho or some place where they don't have electricity. Every bit of praise I hear from all corners, every accolade attributed to the movie, is because of one person. Heath Ledger. R.I.P. A posthumous oscar awaits, I am sure, but lets look at it from a wider perspective.
Christian Bale as the Batman does not have much scope for improvisation. How can he show facial expressions behind his mask. Batman is a cult, and you have to stick to the script. Probably as Bruce Wayne, yeah. The Joker however, is an entirely different ball game. He is a crazy, maniacal, normal man, defeated by circumstance. Plenty of scope for personal touches. This is where Ledger scores. His ruthless, careless, brilliantly on the edge performance endears him to the masses. But Christian Bale was good as well.
The only grievance I had in the movie was Maggie Gyllenhall. She looked more like an old woman, and Katie Holmes is a tough act to follow anyways. But the way the story moved is fantastic. Morgan Freeman, Gary Oldman, awesome as usual, and Aaron Eckhart as Two-face Harvey Dent manages to hold his own.
I am soon planning to watch this movie a second time.
P.S: Top of the IMDB lists within 2 weeks of it's release is something. Considering that it even beat the Godfather series to reach the spot, amazing.
In any case, movies like these make my life, anyone still raving about the movie referred to in the post below?

HappYness in Chaos.

Thomas Jefferson and the chaos theory aren't two names one would expect to hear in the same breath(figuratively which is saying that they aren't expected to be seen in the same sentence).
The pioneer and the chief author of the American Independence, while drafting the Declaration of American Independence, chose these very words and here I quote "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
The pursuit of Happiness, the American Dream. I watched a movie starring Will Smith with the title The Pursuit of Happyness. The spelling error being a deliberate reference to an incident in the movie. Despite all cliches about people having to fight and ultimately win and all other bull crap, this movie is brilliant. Will Smith for one moment does not strike you as Will Smith. From the minute the movie starts, to the end, he is Chris Gardner. He blends into the role seamlessly and displays all the emotions of a man who is a victim of circumstance, stricken with poverty, homeless, yet with the fight, the bottle, the conviction and the courage to claim his federal, his divine right, The pursuit of happiness. There is no divine intervention in this movie, not for one second do you feel like, " aw...there you go, that never happens does it". Everything real, all the emotions, the situations and the characters.
Watching such movies makes you feel so much better about your lives. Must watch.
Now I come to the latter name in my opening sentence. The chaos theory.
The Chaos theory, in principle, explains the behavior of certain systems whose state evolves with time. It can be explained in a gist as "Something as tiny, as inconsequential (to the unaware) as the flutter of a Butterfly, can have an effect as gigantic as a typhoon halfway round the world." Now simply, I state this because I watched another movie today, called "The Butterfly Effect". Now if I could, I definitely would like to give a spoiler of this movie, but this sci-fi fantasy flick is so brilliantly written that I could go on and there would be no end. So simply check out the story on Wiki.
All I'd like to comment is, Ashton Kutcher is one dude who can play such roles effortlessly. I've watched a few of his movies, and believe me, this guys got much more behind him than just being Demi Moore's boyfriend.
Another movie to catch.

Two movies heavy on EQ definitely seem to have taken their toll on my emotional well being. But watching such movies makes me view our people as generally shallow.
People wallowing endlessly about a Hindi movie I paid 180 bucks to watch the other day. It stars the nephew of a prominent star and is a teenie flick. Everyone around me left, right and centre has being harping about the movie and people even have their Orkut display names proclaiming the name of the movie. I frankly did not find the movie to be an intelligent one or for that matter brilliant. The only brilliant actor in the movie was in a bit part role playing the brother of the leading lady.
Such movies put into perspective the depth of thought of the people of my generation. But these people form the vast majority. Makes me wonder who watches the kind of films like the previous ones anyways.

Manmohan Singh - Duke Nukem Ph.D?

Over the past few months, all the media and the common man on the street have been talking about ( apart from the occasional babes and inflation) is the Indo-US nuclear deal.
Absurd though it may appear, I at the outset, firmly believed (with utmost conviction) that the deal was a horrible brokering of our country's Nuclear Independence and Development.
It kind of felt like Manmohan Singh was Yudhisthir, India was Draupadi, and the IAEA as Duryodhana egged on by the evil mamu Sakuni, Uncle Sam. Remember the epic dice game!
I do have a very vivid imagination, and I do exhibit a blatant exhibition of it in the above citing.
Point to be driven home being that, something wasn't right. I was of the opinion that since the deal would inhibit the nuclear sovereignty of the nation, we should have rejected it at first go.
Week after week, I heard opinion after opinion, still unable to form one of my own.
Until recently that is. When Dr. A.P.J.Abdul Kalam comes out and says that this deal should go through, I guess it is hard to speak out against it. Not only because of the undoubted brilliance of the man, but also his unwavering integrity and his credibility. A man of his stature does not comment on any issue without putting in serious thought.
That for me was enough to swing my vote the Nuke deal way. I admire and completely respect Dr. Kalam and for me his word is final. Period.
Circa July 2008, the left shake their collective fists (pun on the word collective) at the congress and withdraw support. Enter Vote of Trust.
Now, as a first time voter, I ought to be enthralled and excited by the possibility of the nation going to polls so early.
But, if truth be told, I am not. The elections will cost the nation a bomb, destroy the image of the country in the International Community and worst of all, give all the unsocial elements free reign to wag their puny tails.
A few crores will change hands ( and probably bags) reach the homes of certain people ( read MP) and the vote of trust will become a farce.
Either ways, the trust is directly proportional to the number of Gandhi's in the bag. And there's two Gandhis on the outside who can affect that. All that remains to be seen is will the Green Gandhi's turn the tide in favor of their namesakes or against them.

Singularity

Just the other day, I recieved the June copy of IEEE spectrum. Apart from some thought provoking and some ultra techno-crap-call it what you may stuff, the cover story read Singularity. Now this was something that caught my eye.

For the uninitiated, singularity is a concept which is applicable in a wide range of topics. Basically, a plethora of conceptual pot-pourri. Singularity, for example, can mean a mathematical singularity wherein a mathematical object cannot exist at a given point. ( Learnt that in semester 4, I did). It can also mean a Gravitational singularity wherein it refers to a point at which an object has infinte mass and zero volume due to gravitational peculiarities. Apologies for the digression.
But as I read on, I soon learnt that the singularity in question here was the one pertaining to artificial intelligence. The article said that over the years, as humans have ceaselessly worked to create A.I, we have slowly but surely increased the capabilities to such an extent, that soon it will be beyond the ken of man to control these machines. The singularity will occur when Artificial intelligence matches human intelligence.
That had me thinking. It's all okay to say that A.I. will not reach our I.Q levels for a long time. But that refers to us (bless me) higher intellectuals. What about those unfortunate few who have brains the size of walnuts and could probably draw a game of chess with a grizzly?
The singularity has passed for these citizens and they are being over-awed by these machines.
We should talk to these victims of the Intelligence shift and gauge the effects of the singularity. It would be a momentous thesis, enabling us higher mortals to endure the celestial A.I. singularity if and when it exists.
If this does go through, will I, like Hawking before me, enter the realms of science history as an immortal. It's up for debate. Don't bet against it though.

What time is it?

My board exams and the league season have been the major hindrance that have kept me from updating my blog for the past month or two, thereby saddening my entire readership network which amounts to a sum total of two (including me).
The Mumbai University and The Mumbai District Football Association have impeded my meteoric progress in the blogosphere by scheduling gruelling engineering second year semester 4 exams and division 5 league matches respectively in this time period.
Strictly going by order of preferrence, I would prefer playing 5 football matches in one day rather than give 1 examination in 5 days (hyperbole to be accepted without challenge). The exam "mentality" managed to screw up my teams chances of winning the league this season. The major contributing factor being that out of the 11 starters, 6 are studying to be engineers.
After a 3-0 victory and 8-0 trouncing of some poor guys in this time frame, we succumbed to two goalless draws leaving everyone except our goalkeeper extremely dejected. ( Anyways, it is quite hard to get our goalie to lose his spirits, though I have no clue whether his happy-go-lucky attitude is on account of his "lack of IQ" and "supposed abundance of AQ".)
Also the primary objective of every M.U student is to attain a minimum of 40 marks in every paper(though for a vast majority, the specified minimum is also the maximum). So, you see where I have been directing all my efforts. And did I mention that I also scored three goals for my team in the course of the two victories we gathered over this month.
There you go.
The sole objective of this post is to show all of you that I am a bloody good football player, and am also not vertically, horizontally or transcendentally or visually or otherwise challenged. And I will not be offended in any way if you consider me a stud.
:-D

Lethargy: Repose en Paix

To tell the truth, I am an extremely lazy person. It is a part of my personality to be sleeping all day on the couch, watching the "idiot box"(I despise that name, because for me, it is only idiots who find something as wonderfully divine as the television, to be an idiot box) or probably dozing off. When my mum asks me how I can manage to be stationary in one place for so long, I often tell her that it's inertia.

For the uninitiated, or rather, the uneducated, because I am so very sure that every education board in India,(yes, even the Mizoram board of secondary education) has inertia in it's syllabus somewhere around the 6th standard. (If you're reading a blog and you haven't passed standard 6, I'll be mighty amazed), inertia is the ability of a body to maintain it's state of rest or of uniform motion unless an external force acts upon it. I guess I have succinctly explained the term in layman's language.

Digression necessary: Layman, that is one term I fail to understand. I have researched the etymology of the word and I have come to understand that it actually stands for people who do not belong to the clergy. By that definition I guess even Galileo had to be a layman, because there is no way a heretic could be clergy. By the natural dilution and mutation of the word thanks to Chronos, it now reads lay instead of laity. It sounds more like some crazy dude, high on testosterone addicted to getting laid rather than an unscientific, uneducated ox which by the way, both mean the same either ways. So there you go!

Now back to the topic. When I use the word inertia, my mum tends to use the word lethargy. Now that is a big word with many possible meanings. I decided to look up the word and the results I found were quite interesting. Lethargy stands for a state of sluggishness, inactivity or fatigue. An apt way to say, in short, ME. Now when you look up lethargy on wikipedia, it redirects you to fatigue.



Fatigue can be both physical and mental. Physical fatigue is not something I face often, considering that I am a professional Football player and being a winger requires me to be one of the fittest players on the field having to cover up to 10 kms/match. But mental fatigue is something I am extremely familiar with. Having to wake up each day, having to go through another 24 hours as an earthling, it's emotionally draining, if you get my drift.

I also read that chronic fatigue(long lasting fatigue) is a symptom for various conditions. Now that got me thinking. As far as I remember, I have always been lethargic and hence according to wiki at least, I suffer from fatigue. Hence that means I probably have chronic fatigue and that makes me a possible patient of say Anxiety, Cancer, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Endometriosis, Fibromyalgia, Hemochromatosis and a whole load of other not so interesting diseases. Coming to think of it, wiki also believes that I might be Pregnant, but I think that we may discount that possibility on the basis of the vital information that I am virgin. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I am a descendant of Adam...so that decides it. At least I am not going to conceive.

Wiki further suggests that I may be suffering from Combat stress disorder. Now that is a huge possibility considering the fact that I have to battle my way throughout the day against all odds(viz. society, people, earthlings, people, animals, chores, earthlings) in order to successfully waste as much time as possible from the 24 hrs allocated by God Almighty so kindly. But I think I can safely "rest" with the knowledge that this condition is incurable and I shall have to do only things that I can enjoy while laying back on a couch, and thankfully writing a blog is one of them.

Prison Break

I have always wondered how my mum, with all due respect, can bear to watch these serials which seem to go on and on forever. I was always of the opinion that human interest in a particular subject is limited and change is the only thing which refreshes that interest. Every show needs to stop and a new show needs to come out in it's place to keep the channel trps up.
But now i realise how wrong i was.

Recently on the advise of some friend of mine, i started watching this series called Prison break. It's about how the hierarchy in the U.S federal services actually runs the country using the president as their pawn.(Though a certain George W may disagree). They implicate an innocent man Lincoln Burrows for the murder of the VP's bro. His brother, the hero of this series, a god as far as i am concerned, Michael Scofield, realises that his brother is innocent. Any loving brother in this situation, i am sure, would go to court seeking justice. This is exactly what Scofield does, albeit in a completely different manner.

He studies the inmates of the Fox River state penitentiary, their case histories, their backgrounds and does a complete analysis of the guards. By a stroke of luck and it is here that I sense the flaw, he is a structural engineer, and it was his partner who had the blueprint for the penitentiary. So this dude Scofield gets the entire blueprint scaled to size and tattooed onto his body. He goes and fires a pistol in a bank he has no intention of robbing(because he is quite rich anyways) kinda like a dog running after a cab he has no intention of hiring. But thanks to this little incident, the judge sees it incumbent that he see the inside of a jail cell and sentences him to a year at Fox River. Voila. Stage I successful. Once he gets inside, he has reps on the outside who are working their arses out(figuratively and anyways they keep getting killed one by one by a group of federal agents called the company) just to figure out the undercurrents in this case.

For the first time in my life, I actually empathised with them inmates. Bellick, the jailer is brilliantly despicable and T-Bag as the bad man inmate is awesome. I am so inspired by Scofield that I am actually thinking of having my hair cut exactly like him. I guess that will be difficult since for the past 4 years I have had my hair like Becks trademark unkempt look, but the transition, I guess will be smooth.

Until next time blog!!

P.S: There's this character who appears in the second season called Mahon who is as intelligent as Scofield (after a tablet of Metamphetamine) and guesses exactly what Scofield had planned during and after the breakout. Though I personally don't advocate the use of "Met" for enhancing your alertness, this guy is some dude!!

United pour la vie!

As I lie on my bed, wondering what worse can happen, what further doubts do i have to entertain? How long will this tension last? How do i come out of this?

I can completely forgive you for thinking that these here lines were spoken by some cranky old whore in the dirtiest street in Eastern Europe. But, in fact these were the exact same thoughts that I had as I saw Chelsea win against Newcastle with relative ease and poise.
The premiership is now finely balanced with everything to play for on the very last day.
Here I quote some arbit dude from one of my friends orkut list and he says "Mann.....isn't it amazing that United are playing on Sunday at 7.30 and so are Chelsea, great co-incidence...this is going to be fantastic to watch....switching between channels with the excitement at a max!!!"
All I can say to this is that this dude sure hasn't watched the last day of the Premiership for a long long time. I say this because, for reasons related to the Integrity and Honesty of the league, the F.A always has conducted the fixtures on the last day at the same time. All matches kick off simultaneously on the final day of the season to avoid any match fixing scandals.
This is the breed of fans we're getting nowadays and I guess this will continue for some time to come.
I believe that we should let results speak for themselves. I rest my case till the 22nd of May.
That is when you'll really know how this season shaped out.
Moscow is where all eyes will be on the 21st of May, but come the 11th, all eyes will surely be on the JJB stadium because the title is United's for the taking.

There's only one United.
P.S: I had a very important exam the day after the Barca Vs United fixture and I'd run the risk by staying up to watch the entire match, unlike most of my friends, if i may add. One of my friends asked me after the test whether it was so important to watch the match, and I told her, it was even more important than the test itself. All the United fans will know, it truly is.

Of Manchester, Rome and Fleet street!

I would like to start this post with the vital information, that I, am a movie fanatic. Not any arbit movie, but movies with good stories and enthralling visuals. A day or two ago, I was(as were millions of other United fans) watching the United - Roma game . It was fantastic to see the awesome depth in our squad and the fact that we had Cristiano Ronaldo completely rested and raring to be unleashed against the Arsenal. If you're wondering why I'm talking about my allegiance to Manchester United, let me explain that, I, like every other united fan, am subject to abrupt and absurd mood swings, which in every way are completely related to Manchester United's form and results.
Now back to the original topic. After seeing United defeat Roma over 2 legs, and seeing United through to the semis for the second year running had given me a high similar to the high induced by perhaps a capsule of MET. In this uberconscious state, I decided at 0300 hrs in the morning, to finally watch a movie that I had been long postponing.
That movie, was Sweeney Todd, The Demon barber of Fleet Street. Now I don't think I am a movie critic. If I was, I'd be waxing eloquent about this movie, because it does enthrall you for most part. I recommend everyone watch it. It's gripping and sometimes grotesque. But the lead character played by Johnny Depp reaches out so well, you actually identify with all the inhuman acts he performs to gain his vengeance on the villain. Also the fact that it is a musical helps.
I rest with the following verse from the movie:
"There's a hole in the world like a big black pit,
filled with people who're filled with shit,
the vermin of the world inhabit it,
there's no place like London."

I like London and this verse does not reflect my opinion of the city. However during the entire course of the movie I actually thought of it that way and completely agreed when the protagonist sang:
"There's a hole in the world like a big black pit,
filled with people who're filled with shit,
the vermin of the world inhabit it,
but not for long."

Mine Metempsychosis

I had created this blog about a year ago when I was completely naive. The sole reason I created this blog was because everyone was blogging and I was eager to jump on the blog bandwagon.
A year on, with a wiser head on my shoulders, I'm wondering what I was thinking when I named this blog "Headstone of Shit". Seriously I am no longer enamoured with the "shit" business. I now hope to continue blogging for all the right reasons and similarly hope that people will read my blog and give me their inputs/rants/advice!
Technobabble and/or Psychobabble are my strengths and I shall primarily rely upon them for filling up this blog of mine.
I hope to write in this blog once every week at the very least.
It sort of explains the name of the post. My blog has just reincarnated and will no longer speak the language of "shit".

Edit:I have successfully changed the title of the blog.