The Fallen Hero

What a waste of my time...

2012-05-26T03:17:00.001+05:30

Don't you sometimes realise that you just ended up wasting a lot of time. This is not something new or something different. Not something which is unheard of. At work, with family, with your near & dear ones, friends & foes or even because of your own fuckin self.

Wastage of time is the next best pastime besides slicing bread...

Leave alone people, individuals, even large organisations, cities, nations end up wasting a lot of their time and time is money so wasting time directly transcends into wasting money...
Blah blah blah fuckin bullshit.
I don't want to even go there,
coz then i am "always thinking about money".

I care a fuck about the green-gandhi. FuckGandhi ......!!
It still remains a known fact that i can stand Gandhi only on the Indian rupee note. He ripped us. But the closest he can get to taking my ass is when i fold a 500 rupee note into my back pocket.

That's thefallenhero.
Just a figment of my imagination.
He's not even a real fuckin person.
It's just some common elementary
Stuff i do. But i feel for thefallenhero.
He's there in me.
Take it or leave it
Just fuckin take it & go....

What my concern is....
How the fuck can you make an fictional dark side of an average person think...
"what a waste of my time..."

What does it take to ignite such a feeling into an imagination.
Its not like having a nightmare,
Its like making your dreams angry...!!

You may have noticed, that this particular post is pretty bland. No fizz. No dhamaka. No pauses, exclamations and the trademark bold font colour. Coz i'm getting tired if it...
Getting tired of the same 'ol cliché..

So, i didnt even bother sitting on my laptop for this post. I am right now sleeping wid my iphone and typing this. And its so much more fun.
I find my own ways of having fun and i am getting fed up of making fun of everone or rather ensuring that everyone is having fun.

I am not drunk. Had a very tough day though, but not even remotely sleepy or tired. Infact, i was rudely awakened by a very simple thought..
What a waste of my time...!!

It may sound abrupt to you...
It may seem illogical to you...
It may feel unreasonable to you...

But its a lot better than getting the feeling i am getting now....
And after all that we have been through...
What a waste of my time...

Conclude:
If Satan punishes bad people in hell,
Then how the fuck...
Is he the bad guy...!!
So, all in all
This bad guy stays,
Thefallenhero is not going
anywhere & any which ways...!!!

Once Upon A Wedding Day...

2012-04-30T21:52:00.000+05:30

Once upon a wedding day,

A couple became one with hopes of love & happiness to stay
that brought a state of euphoria to everyone in each & every distinguished way.

Once upon a wedding day,
the memories of their courtship glowed warmly in their minds & heart
where trust, love, care & affection played a fundamental part.

Once upon a wedding day,
The marriage ceremony was extra special with the wedding march stately & slow
The whole ceremony seemed to sparkle like Jyoti &

brought forth an attractive glow.

Once upon a wedding day,
The marriage ceremony and festivities, The cards & gifts & flowers

filled the day with cheerfulness like Harish & many lovely & happy hours.

Once upon a wedding day,
Those whom they loved surrounded them, To share their happiness this day
Bestowing their blessings of the marriage & for their nuptial vows to forever stay.

Once upon a wedding day,

Why the hell is thefallenhero so happy…

Maybe it’s some motivation, realization,

maybe it just feels good to see two great people together

maybe it's just so i get a little more attention...:))

And oh yeah…

On this wedding day…

I didn't even get an invitation… :((

Thefallenhero

With 99% firm fluid particles

Running at top speed,

still very much in my blood.

You know who i am...

2012-04-06T00:18:00.000+05:30

This is who i am...
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am...

Thefallenhero
0% Commitment, 0% Achievement
100% Energy & Enthusiasm
with 99% always in my blood...

Thefallenhero Podcast - 001 (18-03-2012)

2012-03-19T03:00:00.000+05:30

This is my House...

It's really simple.
I just love house music. Especially the likes of Paul Oakenfold, Richard Durand, David Guetta, Judge Jules, Tiesto etc...
So, this sunday i had some free time & i thought of mixing a couple of my favourite tracks and made my first ever podcast by mixing a couple of their tracks. Nothing original here, just a selection of the best house music from my personal collection mixed into one giant house track.

Next, i uploaded it on a website called http://www.opendrive.com/
Then with a little bit of html scripting and a lot of google'ing' i started the live streaming of my podcast which you can enjoy anytime by just visiting my blog.
Thefallenhero Podcast player is right at the top on the browser.

With technological advancements even an amateur house music buff like me can start his very own podcast.
It's really simple & a lot of fun..

Thefallenhero Podcast - 001 (18-03-2012) is here....

So sit back, relax & light the peace-pipe. The trip is about to begin...

I intend to make Thefallenhero Podcast a regular feature
any suggestions / feedback are greatly welcome...

Consistency of 99% - 7777 views....

2012-03-12T17:15:00.000+05:30

This blog has been up and running if not continuously but with some consistency since Aug 2010.
This afternoon when i happened to check my blog i noticed something...

I really didn't know how to express my feeling'shere's a snap-shot and let me know what you think...

You know...
It's not funny and it's definitely not a very great achievement for most folks...!!

But you know...
Most people don't even read blog's.
Let alone blogging since Aug 2010...

And you should also know that consistency is the name of the game...

Thefallenhero
Trying to continuously rise is passé
But consistently being 99% pays...

the two "REAL" questions...

2012-03-04T20:34:00.000+05:30

This post is "purely" for The Kissan 100% Real Blogger Contest (130)

I interpreted the contest to be for 100% real experiences. Experiences which may have altered thoughts and actions. Experiences which could have occured with anyone and anywhere. They may not have been necessarily related to nature. Hence, i decided to share a "REAL" experience. An experience which helped me realize me true potential...!!

One Day...

It was a wednesday morning not so many years ago. I got up late to get to work. Working in the finance / banking industry, i had to report to work by 9:30am every single day. This was a great pain in the a**. But that morning it was different. I could just not take it anymore. I was fed up of my job. I was fed up of all the jobs i had ever done. I had been thinking about it for quite some time now and my head hurted. There was a lot of pain in my heart which probably showed on my face.

My Dad...

That morning, he looked at my sad face and asked, “What’s the problem son… you don’t look so good. Are you not feeling well, you are late for work, are you not going to work today”.

“I don’t want to go to work ever again...”, I replied.

My dad understood. He had seen me work day in and day out since last four years.

He said, "Son, I have seen you working since your call center days. You never loved any of your jobs. You have changed three professions in the last four years. You did well at every one of those jobs and grew the corporate ladder fast. But you never felt content. When you wake up in the morning and don't feel like going to work then there's a problem and I understand your problem."

He further added, "I will ask you just two questions and they will solve many of your concerns…". I looked up to him as if these two questions were actually gonna do something. And they did...

the two "REAL" questions...

1. What do you love doing in life…?

2. Figure out a way to make money out of it…??

To be a happy successful person, you have to firstly find out what do you love doing in life. Something which interests you. Something which you are good at or something which you feel passionate about. Something that you would not mind doing for the rest of your life. Then the next thing to do is to figure out a way to make money out of it, so that you can continue living your normal life and yet enjoy doing what you love to do. Simple.

Look at him. Can you recognize him...??

He did not start playing cricket for money and fame.

He loved cricket and look at the heights

where his passion has taken him.

Amitabh Bachchan, Lakshmi Mittal, Aamir Khan, Ratan Tata, Dhirubhai Ambani, K.V. Kamath, Kumaramangalam Birla, they all had great passion for what they did and the same holds true for every successful person.

My Action...

The next day I quit my job.

I always loved advertising.

My advertising agency completed 5 successful years on 27^th February 2012…

Warm Regards,

Thefallenhero

One question answered

One question unanswered..

Fallenisms : March 2012

2012-03-04T17:13:00.000+05:30

Fallenisms is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise. Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallen hero…

Sincere apologies for not doing Fallenisms since April 2011. That's a break of almost 9 months. Just enough time to go home and make a baby...

But i'll make it up to you. Like i always do.. So, sit back, relax, refill your drink & smoke a spliff. Fallenisms : march 2012 has just arrived and this time i am going really down...

             -- thefallenhero

1,00,00,000 sperms and you were the best...!!!

A bartender is just a pharmacist
with a limited inventory.

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory...

Anything worth taking seriously is
worth making fun of.

A day without sunshine is like NIGHT...

Assassins do it from behind...

Be nice to your kids,
Eventually they will choose your nursing home....

Your Bills
travel through the mail at
Twice the
speed of your
Salary Check

consciousness is that annoying thing you have to deal with
when you are not sleeping...

Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead you anywhere.
Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow you anywhere.
Do not walk beside me for i may forget you soon...
Enjoy me till i am for i don't know when i have to go... fall down again.

Realising life again,
Trying to rise again.
Thefallenhero,
For 99% is still in my blood...
Fallenisms will be a regular monthly feature starting with FALLENISMS : March 2012

Ex-Girlfriend Vs Facebook Friend

2012-03-03T22:10:00.000+05:30

Once there was a Girl who felt insecure about her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend
whom she was often compared to...
Obviously, The ex-girlfriend is more talented than her,
Maybe even better looking..!!!

Then one night, this girl asked her boyfriend, "She's everything that you've been dreaming of.
Why did you let your ex-girlfriend go?"

Her boyfriend simply smiled, kissed her & said:
"YES, she's everything I've been
dreaming of her but you're everything I've been Praying for.."

Morale of the story:
I may want to sleep with katrina kaif but that does not mean that i don't love my bebby.
Bebby always 1st.

Sincerely,
Thefallenhero.

I have the answer...

2012-02-14T12:21:00.000+05:30

It's been a long fuckin time.
My previous post was on 8th October last year.
It's been four months since i have spoken to you...
Couldn't keep in touch, since then i have been busy... really fuckin busy.

Busy for 4 months...??
Big preparations, great presentations, hard decisions, tight deadlines...
Hard targets, subtle messaging... English layouts, Indian clients...
Late night working, Late night drinking
Early morning drinking again and late morning sleeping
Reporting late to work, it's a vicious circle and
what did i get in the end.... Salary-Cut.

Why...??
It's not easy being a 28yr old handling a million dollar baby...
Churning out creatives, Handling finances,
Skipping lunch, Doubling productivity
Cutting costs and buying dual packets of benson lights instead.
Getting killed again & again and still going for the kill each passing moment,
With both my bebby's bumped. It's tough to even grin.
I can still manage to make you laugh.

Trying being me...
It just takes some balls and a simple logic to be me.
I simply think...
Luck favours those, who help themselves.
Bad-luck never bothered me,
I keep it simple, I help others... Simple isn't it.
You don't have to think so much...
Just keep it simple. Do a Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V on me...
"Try to help other's without expecting anything in return and
without getting emotional or compromising on what's in your general interest"
That's the fuckin answer. That's the fuckin solution.
You would have believed it if The Mahatma would have said it.... wouldn't you...??
Think about it.

And the question...
Bad-luck was angry at me since October last year.
The pop of one question occurred , unusually significantly frequently...
"When are you going to get married...??"

Comprehending the tone of voice here...
This is definitely not a question asked by a girl who desperately wants to get married to any guy who desperately does not want to get into a serious relationship at this point in time.
Here's what she is more likely to ask...
When are we going to get married means (WTF do i have to wait forever)
Are we going to get married means (Look motherfucker... i have better options ...ok)
Have we fallen in love (this shit smells of cancer...)
We have to think about future means
( Hurry up motherfucker... are you gonna take up whole day...)
You love me naa... Jaanu...(Look, i am not sure. Look, if you do then i do. Look, if you don't then i don't Look, a fuckin flyin butterfly)

I do not see a future ahead with you means.....
No wait.. this shit smells familiar.. (sniffing..)
This is not a question at all.. it's a judgement
A judgement given by a slut travelling by bus, who dreams of one day travelling in a ferrari,
has just set her eyes on a guy driving a honda civic.
This particular judgement given by the slut is for a guy she has been seeing since like fuckin forever, Coincidentally, he drives one of my banged bebby's nowadays.

So when are you going to get married...??
This question is usually asked by a person who either really cares for you
or really cares a shit about you.
In my case, often it has come from a person who has really cared about me all these years.
I don't mind questions. I love answering tough questions.
Enigma's, Mysteries, Riddles, Puzzles, Conundrums.
I have been solving problems (others & more often self-made though mine) for so long...
That i feel i understand problems.
We have a mutual understanding with each other.
We keep out of each other's way. No questions asked...!!
And speaking of questions, i have the answer.
I have the fuckin answer to it.
I took me four months of my life to figure that out. But atleast i know it now
And now i am sure that i am never gonna waste another minute from here on...
But do you have a question ready...??

So what is the answer...
What is life, why are we on this earth, what is our purpose of existence... Bah boring.
Would you be interested in knowing the answers to these silly useless questions.
We are what we are and we will be what we make of it.
That's the answer. Simple.Periods.
I need that, my other bebby is banged to...

Let's try this...
Suppose you were human and i were the one who could answer one question.
Any question. Ask anything. Anything about anything under the fuckin sun.
I will give you an answer, One true answer...
Believe it. Don't trust me. what is the harm in trying.
I am not asking for anything in return. or am i...?? Now, that's my question.

I have the fuckin answer.
I may be politically incorrect, my ways might be not right,
My solutions may be unthinkable...
But i have the fuckin answer.
But do you have your fuckin question ready...??

Back from my break...
And oh yes, about my 4 month break from nonsensical blogging.
I was busy in some other important nonsense of mine.

This is straight from a 28yr old guy comfortably living
completely in consistent control of my actions & decisions.
I love my drinks. I enjoy each & every one of them. But i never mix my drinks.
I decide, order, make, drink, burp, pay, tip & leave on a priority basis.
I drink to live, i don't live to drink and i never ever mix my drinks...
And now i am back to my favorite drink...
My passion, what i love doing and will continue to do for the rest of my life...
Talk.

When i realised it...
This incident happened a couple of years back, i was working as a deputy manager for investment banking at a multinational bank. This was much before i jumped the advertising bandwagon.
Had a great job. Six figure package. Great life and only 24 yrs old then...
I woke up one thursday morning and my dad said,
"Buddy, life is very simple. Here are two questions, get the answers to these two questions in your life... You will be sorted forever..."

I dunno why he said that, i didn't even get it then.
It took me a long time to understand his two questions.
(The two questions... coming next on my blog soon)

It's been about three and a half years now.
Countless sleepless nights. Innumerable permutations & combinations.

I thank all of you, who have stood by me all these years and
Without whose help i would have never figured out the answer...
Thank you.... but what about the question.

When are you going to get married...??
I have the answer,
"I am mentally not matured enough to take such a huge step and enter into a responsible social institution such as marriage at this point in time...
but as soon as i am ready, i shall let you know."
Also read as....
1. I am not into committed relationships
2. I am afraid of commitments
3. What will i get after marriage
4. How the fuck can i live my life with a person whom i don't even know
5. How the fuck can i live my life with a person whom i don't even love
6. How the fuck can i live my life with a person whom i don't even understand
7. You are not my type
8. I are too good for me
9. I am not your type. You don't know it but i know.
10. You were too good for an arsehole like me.
11. I have already spoiled a life. I know my potential. I do not want to spoil another one...
and of course my personal favorite,
"Why bring the cow home, when processed milk is readily available outside..."

I think i am back... do you...??
I think i have answered your first question here,
Anything else i can help you with...

Ready since 1998,
Waiting since 2003,
Falling consistently since August 2010...
- thefallenhero

Deja Vu : My phone is checked again...

2011-10-08T17:35:00.000+05:30

25^th September 2011

“Whom were you talking to..??”

"When", i asked in a perplexed tone.

"Just right now...", she asked me angrily.

"Why", i replied rhetorically.

"Don’t act smart… just tell me right now, whom were you talking to..??",

My bebby insisted on knowing the answer now...

" Yeah, why don't you just tell her and finish it off".

Her BFF added coyly to my misery.

But this was just the beginning...

"Why don't you just show her your phone ??

Let her find out on her own. Are you scared of anything ??

Do you have anything to hide ?? Are you hiding anything from her ??

Just tell her the truth and let's just enjoy the night...".

My Bebby's BFF further added and ended the glory...

Without warning, without intention,

Without a purpose and without grabbing attention..

It was a complete Deja Vu : Someone wanted to check my phone again...

I sat back, with my phone in my hand & reminiscing at my apathy, I just grinned.

"Don’t laugh… whom were you talking to…" my bebby asked me again.

"It's a simple question, isn't it. Just answer my fuckin question, will you"

JUST ANSWER MY FUCKIN QUESTION..??

I knew the answer, They didn't.

I could have told them but i didn't.

I had learnt my lesson, it was about time they learnt their's...

There was no particular reason for not replying to my bebby's fuckin question.

But it's just that I did not want this one, to become a habit...

I didn't want to repeat my mistake...

A mistake which took me almost 7 years to forget...

I wasn't ready to renew my wounds, not yet...

The Logic

I believe, we are just plain simple human beings and we all make mistakes.

But we have to learn from our mistakes

And not repeat the same mistakes again.

Being simple humans, we should be allowed to make mistakes

But since we have brains we should atleast remember

our previous mistakes and not repeat them again and again.

There is always a first time

Seven years ago..

In conversation with my cancer patient...

"whom were you talking to..."

"Arrey love, Nothing important, I was just talking to my boss at office".

"is she a woman...", the cancer patient asked me rhetorically.

I didn’t reply, but I sensed where this was going...

"She’s a girl isn’t she ??

A nice hot chick, just the way you like it, don't you ??

She likes to call her juniors in the night and discuss work with them, doesn't she ??

That bitch... i have seen that fuckin whore... you like to sleep with her don't you ??

Answer me, don't just stand there like a fuckin loser, answer my fuckin question ??

JUST ANSWER MY FUCKIN QUESTION..??

I knew the answer, she knew the answer.

But I had never imagined what would happen next...

She took my phone and threw it on the floor...

The phone broke, it was a cheap reliance phone.

The monetary loss didn’t matter to me...

Not because it was cheap or not because I was rich

But because what mattered to me was

the Erratic behavior of the woman whom I had loved.

Was I going to live my entire life life with a person

Who didn't trust me and more importantly who didn't respect other people,

Who had no sense of sensibility and who could bomb me

Anywhere, Anytime and blast at the drop of a hat.

It’s like living with a grenade with the pin removed…

One wrong move & KABOOM..!!

Last night, At my Bebby's BFF's house, the same thing happened…

People checked my phone..

They found nothing..

How could they...

I was just talking to my doctor..

What’s wrong with that...

Check my phone if you want to..

You will find nothing..

There is nothing… absolutely nothing..

Which you all, will ever find in your entire respective lives...

To point a finger at the fallenhero. Period.

I am the fallenhero

I am senseless and shameless,

I go to people’s houses, Drink in their glasses, watch their tv,

Sit on their Daddy’s chair, and enjoy the entire show...

They say, life is a stage and you gotta put on your best act

because everyone is constantly watching and judging this reality show called "LIFE".

I believe that all acts (good or bad) are just results of the fact that..

Everyone just wants to put on a damn good show..

I was never good at acting

So I just behave natural & people believe that I am a natural actor..

I am not a natural actor…

I am just another natural human being who gets really hurt at certain things.

For Satan's sake i am just a fuckin fallenhero.

Here, check my phone again..

Let's do a Treja Vu here.

It's not that i was scared, i just don't care.

Because thefallenhero was not lying…

Thefallenhero

Trying to rise again...

Trying to increase the 99% by a little again...

Bebby ka Dabba...

2011-09-10T00:58:00.000+05:30

Times change.
It wait's for no one.
People come and go
But the Bebby remains...

The following excerpt is a true story fabricated by the fallenhero.

"Listen..."
"Yeah"
"What time will you be free"
"I don't know, late, maybe very late" i replied.
"I have made dabba for you..."
roti, sabzi, dal, chawal and your salad.
"Great, i will pick it up by 10". i replied.
"And I won't be able to wait, because my boss will be with me"
"No problem, you take the dabba, at least you will eat home food", Bebby replied.

Food never interested me, love did.
I showed interest. Not because i was interested...
But because i sensed love.

How do you react when someone does so much for you.
Unconditionally...

It is just fuckin amazing, when someone thinks so much about you.
Cares so much for you, does so much for you and expects nothing in return.

How do you repay that person.
How do you give it back....??
I am the fuckin fallenhero. I have to give it back... and that too with interest.

Maybe that's what a being a wife is all about.
Maybe that's the beauty of being a woman.

I could probably have never been able to do it.
I could have faked it though.
But never meant it.

You have been, are and will be always an inspiration.
A woman, whom i Respect. Period.

Cheers to Health, Wealth, Sex & Prosperity.
Cheers to Bebby ka Dabba...

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful Bebby

"Bebby ka Dabba..." to be contd...

"Bebby tell them i was sorry..." coming soon...

Warm Regards,
Thefallenhero
99% is rising...

Life is the biggest teacher...

2011-09-05T21:33:00.000+05:30

To support or not to support...

2011-08-30T22:51:00.003+05:30

To die in a bomb blast...

2011-07-13T23:02:00.000+05:30

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There was a loud bang...

I opened my eyes , saw the time, it was 8 am.

My wife had already got up, she was in the kitchen and

she had dropped the vessel down.

Shit, 8am, already late for work...

I got up, got dressed, got ready, got out, got in the auto,

got the train, got to work, late again.

Got work, got hungry, got food, got some more work. got a little hungry again,

got tea and got some biscuits. Got bored, got out of work, got down,

got to the station, got a train and ...Boom..!!

There was a loud bang,

i opened my eyes, i was asleep again.

Maybe it was a dream, saw that it was 8 am.

My wife had dropped a big vessel in the kitchen. Shit, and it is a holiday.

So as usual, I went back to sleep again.

There was a loud bang,

i opened my eyes

I got up, felt really hungry, ate a lot, didn't do much stuff. Just lazed around.

Had a late lunch around 4ourish and went back to sleep...

There was a loud bang around 7.

I got up and watched in horror... on national television.

Serial blasts struck Mumbai this evening, less than three years after the 26/11 terrorist attacks of 2008. The three blasts, in sequence, were timed at 6.30 pm, 6.45 pm, and 7 pm IST, and targeted in that order Zaveri Bazaar, Opera House and the Kabutarkhana area of Dadar West. Zaveri Bazaar, centre of the jewelry industry, is adjacent the iconic Mumbadevi temple from which the city derives its name; both Zaveri Bazaar and Kabutarkhana were also targeted in the 1993 serial blasts.

A team of NIA officials, forensics experts and anti-terrorist operatives are en route to Bombay on a BSF special plane; an NSG unit is on standby on the ground. Home Minister P Chidambaram has chaired a meeting of senior Cabinet ministers and officials while Maharashtra Chief Minister Prithviraj Chauhan is coordinating relief and rescue operations on the ground.

The city, which has witnessed multiple acts of terrorism over the years, has been reacting with abnormal calm; citizens have been providing help and shelter to those in need with offers of help flooding social media sites such as Facebook and Twitter.

Is Mumbai sleeping or is it getting used to sleep all the time.

Are we got gonna get angry, agitate, investigate,

interrogate, speculate and then what...

What are we gonna do next...?

Does anyone have a plan.

The problem is that everyone has a plan but nobody is going to execute it except

the terrorists who execute all of their plans with skill and precision.

How come they never fail, how come we always lose. I am fed up of this.

Don't even think of asking me questions like,

"what have you done to ensure that this does not happen" ,

"How have you contributed to making the city safe" ,

" What have you done"

"Atleast I pay my taxes on time", i replied and went back to sleep...

Warm Regards,

Thefallenhero.

"I, personally, deeply regret the great loss of life and property incurred due to the blasts and every other such inhuman incidents all around the world and firmly believe that all those involved in these ghastly incidents should be booked by the law and let the justice prevail".

Deception : conning the cancer patient...

2011-06-27T17:44:00.015+05:30

Academically, i was always awful. In simple words i was a slow learner.
In The fallenhero's words "i sucked at studying"
Education never interested me...
Not that i was born intelligent and education ruined me, that is too clichéd...
'I was born dumb, due to education it became a known fact"

I had heard and i'm sure that you all must have heard that,
"Study hard, go to university,
become a big man and then all your dreams will come true"
Bull-shit.
I never studied hard, i never went to university,
never became a big man and my dreams never came true.
huh...!!

Okay anyways, coming back to where i started from...
After flunking my FyBsc, apart from continuing with my studies,
I started studying seriously...

Studying the Art of Con.
It's not about the name, fame or the money which
a series of successful cons will lead you to.
It's not about the exciting and the glamorous life which con artists lead...
But it was the mind behind the con which interested me, i wanted to be that mind.
Wanted to be the Arms dealer who never held a gun.
Wanted to be that drug-lord who never smoked a ciggarette
Wanted to be a white-collared Con-man.

I have been an active con-man all these years. Probably last 9 years...
And today i will share with you one of my most daring cons...
Who won, who lost, who got what, and what was i left with...

Deception : Conning the cancer patient...
"I lost, i always lose, i didn't get anything, nothing or a new life. criticize.

It didn't want to kill her. Atleast not con her.
Killing her would have been easier, but conning was my art.
coming soon...

She used to often ask me, "if she would live".
I used to tell her that we would live forever....

Thefallenhero
60 seconds to think, 6 months to post
9 years of con, Hopefully now she's atleast a happy ghost.
I still remember her pale eyes filled with tears, like a baby stuck in flood.
I didn't budge an inch, even when she died. coz 99% was already in my blood.

Fallenisms : June 2011

2011-06-11T01:12:00.000+05:30

can i have just

one meaningful overnight relationship...

Does a whore cry rape
when the pay-check bounces...

MY BLOG CONTAINS NO PORNORAPHY as of now,
please try to hide your disappointment.

There's something wrong here,
this is not the life i ordered..

Nevermind who moved my cheese...
Fuck the cheese, where's my beer.

I handle situations like a dog,
if i can't eat or screw it, i piss on it and walk away.

Warm Regards,
thefallenhero
100% guaranteed, 5% delay,
Brain power: 99carat export quality fresh mud
with 99% still in my blood.

The chameleon within...

2011-05-25T04:09:00.000+05:30

The Evolution
There is a theory, according to which, we evolutionalised from apes.
Meaning, that first there were monkeys and then after some fucking time we came...
What a way to arrive, and what a past to arrive from.
This theory is called the "Darwin's theory of human evolution"
But do you agree this theory... just because they told you so...
Just because they taught you all that in primary education.

The belief
What do you believe in...??
Something which they taught you in school so that...
One day you would become a big successful person,
whom everybody would just love and respect. How long back was this then..??
And have you become this big successful person whom everybody just loves now...

A simple thing.
Close your eyes, clear your mind and remember your school days...

How many lies did they tell you back then...
Negative and negative will give you a positive. Lie.
Negative and negative gives you an even bigger negative.

Be a good boy and Santa will leave you a gift near the christmas tree. Lie.
the better you behave the bigger gift you get.

God will punish you if you don't listen. Lie.
God punishes me any which ways.

Quantum Physics, Paranormal activities, Our history, Our religion,
About faith, hope, trust and even fuckin dope.
They lied about a good bunch of things...
Darwin's theory of human evolution was one of them.
Our primitive years were filled with lies, suited to the convenience of elders.
They fuckin lied their ass out, because it's a part of being who we are.
There was no invention of certain things. Brain, heart, penises and pussies.
They were always there. There was no invention of lying.
The pursuit of telling the biggest lie was always there.

I am gonna stop this lying around now. Shed some light and weight now.
Let's start from the beginning, let's take it from the top.
Let's start with evolution, with monkeys,
Let's start with Darwin.

The theory of chamevolution
thefallenhero's theory of evolution.
Personally, i prefer to call it "Chamevolution". sounds more like shamevolution.
We did not evolve from moneys.
We evolved from chameleons...

A chameleon is a type of a lizard which has the ability to change colors. It has been given the ability to survive in the weakest of conditions. right from rain-forests to deserts. They are highly intolerant and have very poor listening. The have a very strong sixth sense and love attention from the opposite sex. They have big egos and shall fight till death for territory and supremacy. But most importantly they have a unique ability to change colours as per the surrounding environment and in self defense can strike back almost thrice it's length and wound their victim in an instant.

How many times since school, have you seen people changing colours...??
No, i am not talking about the colour of their skin.
But how many times in the past have people shown you their true colours.

Nowadays, people show their true colours instantaneously.
As if the paint bucket is ready and waiting to be spilled out. As if it's holi 24x7.
In a flash, in a battling of an eye lid, in a second,
Just a second here....

The Mega Make-up Party : all are invited...
What the fuck do you think is this.
Is life some mega halloween party, where everybody is wearing a mask.
Whatever happened to identity. Is our identity just limited to an email id.
Why the fuck are we afraid to show our true colour from the beginning
There's nothing wrong in it, it is just the fuckin way we are.
That is just the fuckin way i am gonna be...

Are we going back, is this so called evolution, actually re-evolution,
Are we becoming chameleons again and blaming it on peer pressure,
recession, ever increasing demands,a couple of more drinks,
complication of needs and wants, fuckin mood-swings.

Have we forgotten who we actually are. What's with all this make-up.
Make-up for office, make-up for home, make-up for friends, different make-up for parties, no make-up before going to sleep, full make up after getting ready.
You have a reason we have a make up ready.
Fake: This all fuckin fake. I just fuckin hate it. This make-up is ugly...
and it only get's uglier from here on...

My Make-up...
I chose this way...
I chose to be the way i am and i am to be held completely responsible for it.
No make-up is still make-up. This is my make up, in your face and up your ass.

No: i think this is all bullshit. This is all non-sense i am writing...
This whole fallenhero thingy, is just a farce, it's someone's bad idea after drinks...
Bad things usually cling on, bad ideas usually work, Darwin's idea did...
Darwin was right, we did come from monkeys. We still like bananas & cheap thrills don't we.
This is my makeup.

The chameleon speaks...
I have just one question. One simple fuckin question.
Have you come across people who actually change colours.
Change colours so fast, that you fail to recognise them later.
How easy is it to forget something, how easy is it to delete something,
Monkeys jump at things and climb trees, a chameleon waits...
Monkeys have a quick memory but the chameleon never forgets.
Wait, i think i am changing my colour now.
I need a make-over. Where the fuck is my make-up.
When will you show me your true colours...

thefallenhero

100% natural, 0% makeup

1% logical insanity with 99% still in my blood.

The short skirt story...

2011-05-10T23:03:00.002+05:30

Yuh toh mere nazaron se kuch chooktah na tha,
Yuh toh mere nazaroon se kuch chooktah na tha.

Phir kaise yeh maal maarke, maal ke nashe main, maal hi haath se nikal gaya...

Aisa nasha that ki short skirt bhi na dikhaa,

Aisa nasha tha ki short skirt bhi naa dikhaa...

Aap aaye, batlaye, ek jhalak dikha kar, gaadi ka darwaza patak ke, chal diye...
ek ek kar ke saare dosth khatam ho gaye, bas ab kuch hi baaki the...,
Mujhe laga ki yeh kissey bhi khatam ho gaye,
ek baat bolunga cheetey, "baal baal bachch gaye..."

Nau may ka woh din tha,
Sooraj, chaand aur taare
what the fuck, ek lag rahe the saare
aisa na tha ki "zhindaaghi khatamh ho ghayee.."
par aisa laga ki kuch alag tha... kuch kum tha...

Saala maal marke, maal ke nashe main, maal hi haath se nikal gaya..

aisa nasha tha ki short skirt bhi naa dikhaa...

Aaj baat kar ke thoda achcha laga...
Aapka andaaz thoda.... sachcha laga.

Did i sound a bit senti up there,
shall cut the short skirt shorter here,
will not get caught again, just got caught dead.
you know i have a lot of international followers
who will not understand jack shit of what i just said.

But then this is not for everyone

dedicated to a very different person, maybe a special someone

remember that thing about 100% attention,

when we fight, when we argue, squabble and in an ego tussle,

kitchies and huggies shall have total immunisation...

Been over 5 years now, but i think i know you only since last 3 days...
a good friend can help in many ways,
for most of us here, life has been hell
you made me realise that i need to break this shell..

The shell may or may not go, but i wish you will stay,

we may or may never come closer or be near..

ok then, we finished the third pitcher...

can you order some more beer...!!!

Warm Regards,

Thefallenhero

100% for life, 10% after death,

0% in commitment, 99% till my last breath.

My mirror tells me...

2011-05-01T21:16:00.003+05:30

That i have solved it.
I have solved the answer to the biggest question ever.
Personally, i don't have any answers, i don't even know the question.
But my mirror believes in me...
and here's what the answer is...

Life is simple.
Life is so fuckin simple,
But then...
Who has complicated my life...
Who has given me tension, stress, pain, misery...
All the head-aches and the heart-aches...
Why do i have to relieve myself with all these fuckin aspirins and purgatives.
I asked an old friend of mine,
He tells the truth, only truth, and nothing but the fuckin truth.
His attributes involve precision, accuracy, legitimacy, genuineness, certainity and reality.
Fat people hate him.
I call him "The Mirror"
Aaina, sheesha, or an object with at least one reflective surface.
There's more to a mirror than meets the eye. Period.

Reflection reflects reality
When i look in my mirror,
i realise...
I am the fuckin reason why my life is in a fuckin mess. Period.
Let's take the example of Mr. Mukesh Ambani (CMD Reliance Industries)
The son of Dhirubhai Ambani's, living in the worlds most expensive residence
he has achieved the... (all that has to be desired)
He stays at Antilia.
Antilia is the name of a twenty-seven floor personal home in South Mumbai belonging to Mukesh Ambani, the billionaire Chairman of Reliance Industries. There are 600 full-time staff to maintain the residence, which is considered the most expensive home in the world...
achieved the...!!!

Factually speaking...
Now this is a fact...
I can endorse it, if you trust me that is...
There is a poor man staying at the signal outside Antilia in South Mumbai.
He stays there is a shabby hut (called as jhopda here in mumbai). with his family.
His family comprises of his wife and three kids, elder son, then daughter and then a younger son. Poor man wants to sleep, eat, etc... Has the same needs as most of us. Same needs like you and me. Some pondering needed here...
Does he worry that his children might be kidnapped
not for money but for business rivalry...??
Does he worry about his elder childs 's diabetes..??
Does he worry about mafia calls and scanadalous balls...??
If he has food in his stomach, does he sleep peacefully...??
Think...
what are his needs and what are his wants. Just think for a second here.

An equal opportunity
All of us...
All of us have been given an equal opportunity..
Health, Wealth, Social, Educational, Spiritual and i don't remember the sixth one..
Must be sex or something... Anyways..
All of us have been given these six pillars in equal proportion.
e.g. Someone may have more of wealth and less of health, someone may have more of Spiritual and educational but less of wealth and the permutation and combination continues.
What we need to realise here is how much do we need to be happy.

One question.
Can we differentiate between a "Need" and a "Want"..??
We reach happiness when the wants increase and the needs decrease...
This is really deep.... Just think.
"A need is something which we need for mere existence and a want is something which we desire... The wants should increase because that keeps us driving. However, we should never forget that our need is actually the fuel in driving this car called Life".
Get it now...

Needs and Wants
A 3 month old baby, drinking milk...
plastic bottle, glass bottle, silver bottle, gold bottle, diamond bottle... mother's tits.
Does the baby bother...
Does the baby think what containers other babies around are drinking from.
Does the baby bother what Mukesh Ambani's baby drank milk from...
Does the baby bother about peer pressure, social stigma, expectations from others.
The baby eats when it wants, sleeps when it wants. Sleeps peacefully... just like a baby.
The problem arises when we try to sleep like someone else....
When our wants become our needs...

Just a thought...
I have a Myti-smart Mirror
My mirror told me all this...
Why don't you look into your mirror and tell me...
What does your mirror tell you.

Thefallenhero
99% is in my blood.

....and my blog is dying a slow death

2011-04-15T23:25:00.000+05:30

Part I (the try)

Why does this happen...??

Whenever we start something new,
it starts with a BANG,
it just has to, it just has to, it just fuckin has to...
We leave no stone unturned to start it with a BANG... Dabaanng..!!!
and then as time passes, hours pass into days, passing into months
and then just before the year ends
the bang fizzles out and shit remains.
a cola without fizz, beach without a breeze, ice without the freeze.... what the fuck.

Now you know why this blog is dying a slow death.
no rhyme, no reason, money from adsense, funny,
fuckin hell they thought this was non-sense.
some bullshit, some time-pass.
They say it is not allowed in south asia, a blog gotta be 6 months old
pakistan, afganisthan, taliban, india, indonesia,
fuckin third world terrorist countries, ugly fat naked people livin in poverties.
they just put me off, thinkin i'm just some Indian jack-off,
Fuck you, Fuck me, why... just fuck-off.

fuck you google, fuck this shit, fuck this stage, fuck their money
fuck the birds fuck the bees and even fuck their honey..!! phew.

Part II (the fail)

The enthusiasm, the energy just leaves through the back door.
Like a stand-up comedian, who just couldn't make the audience laugh.
He tried hard, every joke in the book,
chronologically adjusted as per increasing number of laughs.
He always started from the last page, where the laughs roared the most.
Mostly below the belt, round the corner, just getting ready to jump over the cliff.
It works,
it always worked. But not this time...

Do you know what is the worst part of failure...

knowing that you are headed towards it.

No,

not that one cannot do anything about it,
one can always stop from heading towards failure,
one can always stop from failing again and again
or even failing the first time.
One can just alter the path, take a step back..... but most forget to turn.

Part III (the satire)

But sometimes, just sometimes, it might be fun to fail.
Fun to just sit back and watch the world pass by,
fun to be laid-back, fun to forget everything
and fun to not to care jack-shit about anything...

I decided to have some fun of my own........
started with much fanfare, started with some ganja and a little more gaaja-baaja
but now my blog is dying a slow death.

Help,
not me, not my blog... help those who help themselves.

This blog is mine and it is dying and fuck everybody & everything for seeing it die.
Millions die everyday, who cares about one fuckin blog anyway.
I do. Trust me, i won't let it die anyday, any which way...

Thefallenhero

100% for life, 10% after death,

110% in sales, 99% till my last breath.

No stress, no tension, no money, no life...

No home, no laptop, no net, no blog, what the fuck, this blog was a real dud.

Nothing's real about the fallenhero, I retain my take, 99% is still in my blood.

Fallenisms : April 2011

2011-04-04T14:05:00.000+05:30

its all about forming your own rules..."

What exactly does a male tit do...?

When you dial a wrong number,

how come you never get an engaged tone

luck never gives, it only lends...

Up and down motion produces white lotion

Death is hereditary, fuck all ancestors...

The hardest thing about business is minding your own...

"If it wasn't for the last minute,
nothing would ever get done"

A bartender is just a pharmacist with a great inventory...

I'm a unique fallenhero, just like everyone else.

Beer will save the world,
i dunno how, but trust me, it will.

I don't want to see things as they were or as they are, i want to see them as they will be...
fuck that shit, let's just uncomplicate.Period.

One fallenhero...

2011-03-13T18:37:00.000+05:30

The following is an excerpt from an online conversation
between my friend Agastya Vodka and me
-- thefallenhero

The Prodigy
By god... oh fuck... or is it just plain luck.
The luck factor (if i may say so) is that we conversed.
You seemed to be an intelligent person. you used to write before.
You have it in you to be the prodigy. I can sense it. Trust me. i am not selling you bull shit.
"The Prodigy" is all in the mind.
It is just a perception and if you are not a prodigy...
All you have to do to be one is change perception.
"Strike a Balance"

thefallenhero
I am no smart-ass, just thefallenhero. not the bad-ass, just a dumb ass.
The intelligent and the dumb now know each other.
The prodigy and the fallenhero now converse.
That's great, this is good news,
the pockets are soon goona be filled with coins.
It's just a wait now.
A wait for the first coin...
But every coin has two sides, and here's the flip side.
Agastya, you seem to be adding all the possible fallenhero's (atleast on facebook).
I won't take this further and i have decided to turn it into a post called One fallenhero...
Not that i am gonna make you famous, not that it's gonna make us famous,
not that i have the ability and the capability
to make someone or for that matter anyone famous.
I am not a complete non-sense, i am "the absolute non-sense"
Rejected by google adsense.

Just to prove a point, Vodka.
That's the name i will refer to you as...
(the only other reason being i used to love VODKA as a kid)
30ml Vodka and 300ml FANTA, 330ml of pure eternal bliss. That's how i started...
Shall we begin now...??

The Flip Side
The flip side is that there can be "Only One Flip Side".
And i am this flip side.
I am not any flip side, i am "The flip side"
One should only have,
one fallenhero as a friend. as an aquaintance, as a conversational counterpart.
One life, one take, one stage, one act, two sides, one is yours, the other one shall be mine.
One fallenhero, theflipside, thefallenhero. Period.

The Decision
You decide. It's you life, your decision, your stage, your take.
You are the lion here, but remember you, yourself are also the ringmaster.
Don't wanna mess you up now.
thefallenhero is a pretty complicated concept in itself.
Don't think anyone would like to handle two like me,
one at a time ( if the other one is worth it, that is)

Final Thought
You must be thinking, i am crazy,
i'm one fuckin piece of piss drunk, third world country fuckin shit.
The answer is "i am".
At 27, i have seen it all...
Being smart is not all that difficult. Being stupid is.
Decisions are easy to make. Impulsive indecisiveness is intricate.

"My experience starts where most imaginations end"

But, a decision is a decision when made at the right time. Now, is your time.
I am the fallenhero not because i think it's cool.
Not because of cheap thrills, not for hot dumb blondes in short skirts with frills.
It's not a choice. It's a result of non-decisiveness.
i am thefallenhero because i couldn't decide.
I just couln't fuckin never decide.
I have 99% in my blood.
Yes but no but yes but no but yes but no but yes. Oh yes, maybe i think it is a no.

Cannot have another one like me. Cannot let you become like me.
Then you would make the same mistake which i made. Then what is the point.

Other FALLENHEROES
Dime a dozen, kilo ke bhaav se.
Cool, smart, dashing, big talks, deep thoughts, saving the world, living on the edge...
Excuse-me, That's the stuff what heroes are made up of.
All that shit is resered for heroes only. Authorised Personnel only.
We are discussing fallenhero's here, aren't we...
No rules and i have got nothing to loose. Get the point.

Final thought again, i changed my mind again...
I am not saying that i am the the best fallenhero,
the only fallenhero, the smartest, bestest, coolest fallenhero,
the most kick-fuckin-ass fallenhero.
No, I won't say that here, not at this point.
Not because i don't like competition, but because
(1) they have no chance and
(2) don't wanna mess up more prodigies.

A fallenhero is thefallenhero or there is no fallenhero.
there is no farce, there is no imitation, there is no disbelief, there is no unjustification.
A hero cannot be a fallenhero just because he thinks it is cool.
Fuck you. Fuck the heroes and fuck all other fallenheroes. Period.

It is clear in BLACK & WHITE ......fuckin shit, even my white is grey.
i invented this shit.
i don't care if it remains mine or somebody copies it or whatever the fuck does with it.

You decide. It's you life, your decision, your stage, your take.
You are the lion here, but remember you, yourself are also the ringmaster.

"I, once had a chance to roar like a lion,
but i chose just to remain as the ringmaster"

thefallenhero
for no matter the percentage of imitations,
99% originality shall always be in my blood.

Prelude to Gyaan

2011-03-09T02:55:00.000+05:30

Think.

I like to start everything with think,
Not because i work at Think out of the box,
Because i think a lot...
Because it is the singularly most important endeavour that i believe every individual should involve oneself before taking any step or INDULGE-ing in an other endeavour.
Think once. Think once before everything.

There is a saying which goes as
"An arrow leaving the bow and
                  A word leaving the mouth cannot be taken back"
and that's exactly where the problem arises.

People talk without thinking
and why the fuck does anyone leave the arrow without thinking.
It could hurt someone. Moreover, It could kill someone.
Not that i care about the the dead or soon to die (by just a fuckin arrow)

I care about what i say and about who i leave the arrow on,
Who is my next target...??

And above else, and most importantly,
Thinking costs nothing.
It's Free...

Think, all you want,
No charge, No tax, No VAT, No shit or shat, No shoot, even if it did, i care two hoots...

You gotta think before everything,
Every breath you take, Every move you make... You gotta think...

Think to impress others, Think to save your arse,
Think for a raise, Think again...

Think you are an actor and this world is your stage...
Think first, act later,
Why do you think there are more actors than thinkers...

When i die, i would rather be known as a thinker, than an actor,
Better than that,

I would rather be know as a fallenhero...
I thought before saying... i died saying something important. Period.

A fallenhero who has the guts, the balls... to think... to Think out of the box

Why is it always...
"There must be a better way of doing it
               Vs This is the way it has always been done here..."

Ex-cuse-me.... there is a better way of doing this.

If i wouldn't be so drunk now, probably i would have been on a stage..

Motivational Gyaan,
Taking motivational sessions for sales people, for marketing people, Teaching them,
Helping them in selling More stuff to More people for More money.... More often.
Making them understand the finer things in life...

I know all that shit,
My concern is that it's all bull-shit...

I ain't no motivational speaker,
I have 9 followers now... and i dont even know 6 of them...
I don't want followers....

What i want is
"Don't make the mistakes i made..."

If we make the same mistakes which our friends made... then what is the point.

What is the point of friendship, What is the point of conversations,
What is the point of my experience, What is the point of our conversations and my blog.
And what is the point of education and ejaculation.
Sorry, i just missed a point there...

In short,
If you make the same mistake, which i made,
Then what is the point in befrinding the fallenhero...

Trust me, in my lifetime, all of those 27 years, i have made a hell lot of mistakes...

The only difference here is that
"I am not afraid to accept my mistakes..."

I drink, i speak a lot,
I say the truth, people get hurt,
Lost a lot of friends this way,
But it still continues.

I smoke a lot, gonna spoil my lungs,
Gonna get cancer one day, but i don't care.

I lost true love, never gonna get u back Dha***,
No regrets, I don't care. I really don't. Period.

I lost a lot of money, Never in investments,
Never wasted it on myself, Never on Luxury,
Only on others, who never cared.

No regrets, No fuck-ups, No hard feelings,
No hang-ups, No excessive baggage,
No fuckin bull-shit. I take onus of my shit.
When it comes down my ass,
I have the balls to wipe it out....
Now, that is really dirty.
It is, it really is...
Life is dirty, and Thinking is even worse...

But how will you know. Unless you don't try.
It's like marijuana, you gotta try to enjoy it.
I tried it once, i thought....

When my dad almost threw me out of the house,
When i flunked in my fybsc. That was like hell.

But it was that incident, that Saturday...
When i slept at the beach all alone,
That's when i really did it for the first time.

THINK...

Seen a lot of shit since then, experienced a lot of gyaan since then.../
Gyaan (in hindi) means "Information",
which i will give in the following series called "Gyaan"
I will post it once a month.
I will cut it short now.

I am an expert in certain aspects of life and this pertains only to people in INDIA as of now.
As i have been just a tourist to Australia, United states of America, United Kingdom etc etc so far.
So lets start with India, my country, my homeland.

In the forthcoming months i can post on the following
(1) Taxation in India
(2) How to crack interviews
(3) How to get higher salary packages by fooling HR
(4) How to do nothing but still be percieved as important at work
(5) How to get work done from your team without doing anything at all
(6) The art of never taking credit for anything
(7) The art of never doing anything and saying it aloud
      (having the balls to say to BOSS, "I DO NOTHING")
(8) The art of spending at the right moment
(9) The art of working at the right second.

and millions more. Make than ten millions.
I have first hand experiences at millions of such short-cuts.

But Rizwan once said,
" $@m**, the shorest distance between to points is a straight line..."

This is something i follow.
But i am the fallenhero...
Do you wanna be me, or be someone great.

Fuck me, let's make you big... real big.

Let's make you big. I am a selfish asshole,
Then why do i want to share this Gyaan with all other arseholes.
SIMPLE.

"If you make the same mistakes which i did,
                                                              what is the point".

Hence,
I am starting a new section from now on called

"Gyaan : _______ whatever"

Let me know what you wanna know about and i shall tell you my experiences about it.
Let you know about it,
Not through google but through true original experience.

Trust me. I am the fallenhero.

Let me be wise again
Let the fallenhero rise again...

Thefallenhero
for even if i give my 110%,
99% shall always be in my blood

Fallenisms : March 2011

2011-03-04T23:30:00.000+05:30

Fallenisms is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise. Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallen hero…
Fallenisms now in it's 7th month, 7 being a lucky number, i will try to give Fallenisms : March 2011 a new positive approach... maybe an optimistic outlook, or even better, maybe i will not. I will keep it as it is. Because nothing is original, Not even me. Not even my ideology. Not even my mere existence. Atleast that’s what i tell myself month on month...
                                                                                                     -- The fallen hero

I was born this way.
             But mom says "Not to worry, god has plans for everyone..."
                                                                                      Guess i was Plan B.

If honesty is the best policy, then what is LIC

"A sweater is usually put on a child,
                               when the parent feels chilly"

"A tear can say more than a hundred spoken words,
                                             but a single word can make you shed a million tears..."

       "Whore..."

" A tree never attacks a car, except in self defence"

"Why is the grass always greener on the other side,
                                                       when dry grass can get you stoned..."

In an advertising agency, why is it always,
"There must be a better way of doing it Vs This is the way it has always been done here"

The Real Valentine...

2011-02-15T18:12:00.000+05:30

Relevance to Reality : Will the real St. Valentine's please stand up...?

Its Pink time...
that's what i call Valentine's day.
It's that time of the year when malls and shops, big or small,
Put up their pink merchandise, Up for sale...
Record companies release pink CD's with love ballards
that are supposed to melt your heart.
Restaurants and cafe's rustle up a pink menu
for couples with pink hearts and pink balloons...
There is love in the air and if you listen carefully, just about carefully...
You can actually hear the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves,
You can actually see the blossoming of the flowers, fruits and the trees.
It's the time when the birds actually fuck the bees and the whor...

"fallenhero, just shut up, you have no right to be so sarcastic about everything.
You don't have to make everyone feel bad,
Just because nothing ever makes you glad.
You mind your own fuckin business and for god's fuckin sake
keep out of Valentine's day if it's not in your interest", My chatter-box** said.

"I am not fucking around, i do like Valentine's Day, i love pink pussy and the fuck..."

"See i told you, you are gonna mess up someone's Valentine's day today,
please don't do it", My chatterbox** said.

"ok, i'll try, i'll try to be moderate if not conservative,
but you know what chatter-box... However, hard i try, i always fail,
Sometimes on purpose, sometimes by purpose,
I always fail and i always have a bone-shattering fall,
for i am thefallenhero, who never stood tall..."

Hence, i have decided i will not go into details like
"Why the fuck is everything pink on this day"
"Why the fuck do we need just a day to spread love"
"Why the fuck do we (the guys) have to shower our bitches with expensive gifts"
"Why the fuck is it like THE MORE EXPENSIVE THE GIFT, THE BETTER IS THE FUCK"
"Why the fuck is the juvenile kid, selling pink heart shaped ballons
at the signal not smiling, Not even on Valentine's day"

keeping all these controversial details to myself, I shall conclude with just a poem.
I repeat before i proceed....
This poem is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise.Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallenhero...
Nothing here is original and pure, Not me and definitely not St. Valentine's day.

Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
What the hell is all that fuckin shit for?
Guys get mushy and start acting queer,
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to go to hell, get the hell over with and pass,
Before I shove something up Cupid's ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk, I just can't fuckin think or speak
I am gonna fuckin wear black for the rest of the fuckin week.
Guys act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid.
The arrow which this motherfuckin Cupid shot at me, must not have hit,
Cause I think this lovey-dovey day is a fuckin peice of shit.
So, here's my story... what else can I say?
Cupid can suck my cock, Love bites my ass... and fuck Valentines Day.

Sorry cupid, sorry valentine and most importantly sorry chatter-box...
for i let you fall again...

** chatterbox is a series which i shall introduce soon, delving deeper into the voice within.

thefallenhero
for 99% shall always remain in my blood.