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?