deewana nōt found

mel gibson elbow-skiing

2009-07-23T00:29:00.003+01:00

greatest fucking movie ever made.

2009-07-22T23:56:00.003+01:00

it's the blasted recession when everybody & their pennies have been acting a bit weird and you just happen to have a million flat bronze saucers lying around with no midas touch goodness whatsoever. the mighty internet teaches me to indulge in the pointless, miserable, monotonous, nonchalant yet strangely satisfying art of penny stacking. clicken est enlärgen.

after the grueling amount of time it takes you to stack what can only be described as what the fuck is this, synonymous time passage associated with penny stacking tests your patience, concentration and manual dexterity. of course, the whole point of it all being not testing manual dexterity malarchy or the rigidity or steadydity but more watching it all crash at the end as an excuse for a shoddy attempt to replicate the recession.

"je suis un homme très occupé," french for "I am a very busy man," slang for "I'm very lazy."

2009-07-05T02:13:00.006+01:00

my therpist says I must embrace my weaknesses. such a beautiful thing, this .. this indolent laziness. i'm indian, and we're all born very lazy sue me. I'm still learning to embrace it, just like my ex. strangely tempting and highly, highly misleading. events transpire, phenomenons take place. pardon the recent hiatus, by virtue of inborn procrastinatories other things hadded to be taken care of. this is becoming a predictable trend, this is. fill up the ol' blogspot with welcome posts every 3 months. in other news, the fucking sun is visiting the queen this summer ~~they took away the Kohinoor and they're taking away my winter~~ WHAT THE BLAGOJEVICH IS WRONG WITH THE WEATHER HONESTLY it's gobsmacking. what a beautiful word. that's my new favourite word. uncle bobs gobsmacking his neig- went off on a tangent there where was I. the heat is deafening, and global warming has already increased my attention span to that of a blind hedgehog. must do whatever it takes to save the planet. even if it means not ridiculing toyota prius owners on the motorway . l’été est l’une des quatre saisons mmm l’été L’ÉTÉ L’ÉTÉ dammit man too bad repeating 'summer' in french doesn't make it any less worse. which is a shame really, I wanted to try that for 'jobless bored internet addict' as well. bored as in sitting and analysing usage frequencies of each letter used in previous posts.

the letter 'e' as it turns out, is a commoner. this looks hideous. I'm yay close to writing in lipograms for a month.

A lipogram (from Greek lipagrammatos, "missing letter") is a kind of constrained writing or word game consisting of writing paragraphs or longer works in which a particular letter or group of letters is omitted — usually a common vowel, the most common in English being "E".

of course, wikipedia fails to mention lipogrammatic exceptions are mere effects, emphasized by the encouragement of eliminating every exhibit that embraces the letter e, elevating estimates of an entertaining read. fathom that? oh wait I almost forgot, I'm eating into my "lie in partial paralysis while hallucinogenic images transport you into a temporary third-world reality" time. sleep is so yesterday night, overrated brainwash. I shall henceforth close my eyes, and drift off into solitude instead.

2009-05-06T10:09:00.004+01:00

never underestimate the power of raw boredom and eternal dedication

2009-04-18T02:33:00.007+01:00

including microsoft paint. specially if you're forced to hang on to phone calls stretching through long rainy afternoons and a bored right hand stretches across the table and feeds hallucinogenic chapati to the computer mouse. so I stumbled across some shit from 3 years back buried away deep through time in backup cds. where else should I celebrate?

and, I've always wanted to do this.

I like her hair too.

delicious copy+pasta. who doesn't like playing around pasting the same shit like a million times and achieve absolutely nothing, but solely deriving impertinent pleasure by somehow convincing oneself it was time well spent? I know I do.

<script>
function hidestatus () {
window.status=' '
return true

select that text above, and you have modern art. BAM! right there in your hands. clicken est enlärgen.

long story, don't ask. don't freak out either. elaborate prank in college on april la numero uno. image got projected in front of hundreds, including the guy below.

"I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully." - George W. Bush

I see no other place worthy enough to dump these on. humble apologies if WTFness of these caused any headaches whatsoever.

2009-04-16T13:18:00.007+01:00

when a certain Kim Bond celebrated the internet 14 odd years ago:

Wait a minute. Any knucklehead with a computer and half a brain can write anything he or she wants on the internet. Maybe that's the point, after all.

wait a second. girls from the past could read my mind? in the future? that's just messed up. I feel so vulnerable.

angelina jolie made me a cheese sandwich

2009-04-16T02:08:00.002+01:00

I've had an minor angelina jolie infestation in my cluttered mind; I'm told the only way leading to a jolly riddance involves touting anti-feminist annotations in all directions until I start seeing anniston's face all red in my breakfast cereal. yes it's a bit more complicated than cooking up elaborate master plans of shunning academic responsibility through sheer brainwork with less salt than usual. as the presence of my absence continues to dominate my internet palace, let it no way imply I've been finally cured of that year long disease. I was suffering through ~~insert synonym for laziness of the worst degree here~~ ever had one of those mid-life crises? except that it's not really mid-life, and much more worse than being beaten by an 11 year old chinese counterpart in Crysis. it might well have been a delay actually, I'm positive I started writing this blog post early this month; blogger's publish page needs a tad bit sprinkle of angelina jolies, honestly. I know no other way of a productivity boost. days are dwarfed of recent, with Usain Bolting for buses and playing cavalier to last minute coursework caveats. to make matters even worse, the washing machine has started smelling of fresh curry.
*google employees get 20% off their time to do whatever they want. some probably initiate intimate expressions of their own giga (10⁹) geekness, while others may just make out with their keyboards. this blahwg, disguised with fuelling flamboyant narcissism except anything else, was born on similar constraints except that the 20 was actually 80% time off of two days before the finals. try it sometime, the adrenaline thrush easily beats nicotinal narcotica however strong your other whoever claims it to be. particularly when the strongest of coffee makes your eyelids go all heavy in under 15 seconds. strange thing sleep is. some people have no idea how hard I have to work just to keep my bleedin' eyes open. it's like when you want stay awake, all the university and lecturers in it conspire in helping you to doze off. the conscious state plummets radically into blue depths of deep sleep deprivation, rendering the ancient art of attempting to save the crashing trains of thought, entirely useless. the mind's eye turns from the usual aye-aye-spot-that-bird tunnel vision to a weary, unsteady brown blur dipped in volatile waters of academic inconsistencies almost instantaneously.

ever noticed yourself scribbling around on a notepad half asleep? well, I just did. presenting to you, the language of the human brain. the mother tongue. langue maternelle. spoken, and expressed only during an unclear suspension into a pseudo-conscious state which, coincidentally, happens to being achieved while you're mid-lectures half asleep and simultaneously engaged in a fierce battle with your energy ageing eyelids. clicken est enlärgen.

edit: turns out it holds an uncanny resemblance to this. I therefore deduce sleep is as good as sex. no comments.

I do realise I might've just made a big fool of myself, in which case I have nothing more to say. I rest my face.

unrelated—waiter, there's a fly in my yeast.

that white stuff

2009-03-05T00:11:00.003+00:00

I was going mad they said. with a mental equilibrium long disrupted, wasn't much of a surprise. one which can't even be described without getting sucked into transcendental hallucination. not that such a thing is documented to exist yet, which only makes it a lot more scarier. what's white and makes you go crazy. something else and coldest winter in 13 years with 20cm snow accompanied with an embarrassingly failflop transport system can in fact turn you into a photography obsessed arctic zombie. circa early february.
"click to enlarge" (if only it were that easy eh).

the following shotted from a moving bus. (which got stranded on top of a hill after the driver got radioed that two other buses were involved in a minor collision while trying to go downhill in extreme conditions, but that's a different story.) manual dexterity +1

some which look even more ghetto passed through that weird chinese online photo converter brilliance.

apologies for the recent splatter of photoposts longer than the all the carrots grown on the queens garden lined up. I've been on a massive clicking frenzy; it's been royally rewarding, except that I've lost my phone's memory card and with it several other clicks.

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2009-02-15T09:45:00.007+00:00

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new year resolutions I think include less bullshitting, more blogging, singing prouctivity and laying off the laze.

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change?

2009-01-21T00:43:00.003+00:00

yes.

january juvenileness

2009-01-18T01:40:00.004+00:00

i've been 6 months ~~preg~~ prevalent on here with precognitive perceptions perforating my predictive pretense and premature prestige all for the seemingly preposterous procreation of poignant blog posts like the one you're reading now. a week ago from the thursday that was, this space crossed its 6 month lakshman rekha with a grand total of *drumroll* 26 pristine blog posts ever since the primordial peculiarity took place. that's including this one if in case you have a déjà vu right now. thank you ever so much for putting up with the frivolous nonsense that has taken place here all this time, I couldn't do it for a million whatevers myself. only about 5% of bloggable think juice trickles down to blogger's chamber of publishies, the rest isn't found even in oblivionland. its like trying to squeeze out productivity from procrastination, all theoretically plausible but highly debatable in reality and seriously laborious. short of being connected in the brain to a bleedin iPhone ~~34.50~~ 24/7 might just do the trick and catch it all in. not to mention and having to charge it every time I drain its battery courtesy of ~~apple juice~~ raging hormones and proliferating pheromones. blogging has been well exciting. I don't think I get bored anymore, quite frankly. it's like if I like it, I might blog about it; if I don't I'd whine and moan and still blog about it. and knowing that sort of rescues you in advance from potential worst case scenarios where you could've either been suffocated by the sheer stupidity that surpasses all known susceptibilities or get sucked in the ground feet first terminator ishtyle depending on the veracity of the horror facing you. be it in a sluggish bus journey with added bonus of a whistling indian sitting right behind you the day you forget taking your ipod fishing with you or your local passport office needs a visit; I hereby present to you the Great Indian Passout Challenge - see how long until your inert mentally stable state starts to fluctuate fiercely and gradually dismantle purely by observing the surroundings of your embassy's passport office. people fuming with anger and impatience dominated the hall full of half broken, creaky chairs and corners with shady undertones right in the middle of the city complete with whiny bank-like staff sending away every fourth person in the queue down to a corner shop to fetch some change first. indian enough to compel any proud indian to rethink 'it happens only in india'. maybe people don't realize how much fun it is sitting there with an equally petrified punjabi and a south indian celebrating indigenous indianness.

calibrating the new year

2009-01-04T03:33:00.003+00:00

celebrating the new year has never been as insane. except same time last year, but then it wasn't that cold and neither was it big ben's 150th. four hours in freezing fortitudes surrounded to one standing space with what they call 'people' in numbers of huge isn't easy. you have to be mental, absolute bonkers and have no understanding of the spinal chord's venerability to painful structural tension to brave that long wait only to date the fireworks fairy for 10 mere minutes.

it was cold, it was dark, and it helped bring out BBC Radio 1 wannabe bhangra gangsta DJ's best of his very worst.

yeah that's right, I stood BEHIND THE BLOODY CAMERAS EVERYONE AROUND THE WORLD SAW SHIT FROM. oh yeah.

A cleverly edited 30 second vantage-point 'countdown to 2009' preview proving the sheer veracity and geographical awesomeness of the Point of Standeth claim with relation to the big white wheel, very muchly inferior to BBC's full 10 minute coverage.

you can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave.. hundreds of drunk yetis on the first early morning of the new year seen here blocking all possible routes to basecamp.

pardon the recent shabby posting practices. it's late and I'm under the influence. new year resolutions I think include less bullshitting, more blogging, singing prouctivity and laying off the laze.

2008-12-24T03:21:00.008+00:00

it's that time of the year then. that time when one relishes those festive ~~fetishes~~ spirits ones been waiting for all this year. and as for me that's a feeling one feels when putting an end to a year long tedious wait to see a massive 'yes' plastered on that weird website. oh the suspense is killing. I suspect it might all be a subliminal viral marketing ploy for an upcoming movie, hell I've even subscribed to it's RSS feed to make sure it isn't. that sheer, raw joy of seeing it shout yes after a year long abnormally monotonic tone surpasses all known interwebs geekery. more next year, then. happy holidays.

Update:

aaaaaahh.

for want of a lion and a better zoom lens

2008-12-24T02:58:00.018+00:00

visit to the zoo after years of not having been to one seemed to have brought out the wild side. a bit too much I'd say, after it reminded me of that one time when I managed chased off about half a score monkeys sitting on my backyard wall merely by the power of my high quality imitation dog bark (true story). not exactly something I'd brag about on parties, but there you go. you could say I've had ~~a disturbed~~ an adventurous childhood, those were the days.

didn't get to see it burying it's head, never thought meeting my role model would be a major dissapointment.

turns out Girish the mutant dog-worm might actually be a zebra derivative.

I still can't remember what these were called.

moments after a few human hand hunts.

couldn't get it to break the glass and pop out though.

so near, yet so far.

untitled

2008-12-09T20:36:00.000+00:00

je ne sais quoi, both literally and metaphorically.

in layman's language

2008-12-07T01:34:00.002+00:00

here it lies this land called blog,
lacking all liveliness and lustre
leaving lumps of loose leftovers lasting forever;
leaking from locked lids and limitless lairs,
are lonely laureates limping across for miles
covered in leaves the colour of oblivion.
longing to be lifted from low realms of laziness.*

as the ever pulsing virtual whiteness splattered with nonsensical statement anomalies lay dormant, lifeless, I confess to drastic unblogging yet again. I had two dreams yesterday, one of which was a date. nothing too fascinating, the only thing I remember of her is being asked who my favourite author was and then slapping me and walking away ~~after I blurted out enid blyton~~ for no apparent reason. I just hope I haven't dreamt my immediate foreseeable future itself, knowing how likely that specific scenario actually is. congratulations, the future seems fucked. in current news, a lady sitting next to me is cleaning the computer screen with a tissue, and banging the keyboard upside down against the desk precisely thrice as we speak. ever had a nightmare come alive like that? I suspect she is either mental or studying bacteria ~~with a vengeance~~. and it's the second time I dared to write what I just wrote, as the first was erased, completely destroyed at the speed of light when I thought it was being stared at from the corner of her eye, reading with contempt every little virulent word against her at microscopic detail and was about to hit me. to make things even less liking, new store manager is apparently a lesbian and rumoured to be ~~dominating~~ fairly strict. I may well have been scarred for life ~~with violent women.~~ "but look at the bright side," screamed a mental incarnation of this blog. "at least they don't turn chinese every now and again."

with potentially threatening issues like those ogling at my precious mind every passing second, events leading the train of thought crashing to a complete halt in lectures begin to rise, as concentration brownie points decrease dramatically. which, incidentally, seems to complement the presence of random lines on pages which were originally meant to be scattered with dull genetic jargon. and that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I met Girish the mutant dog-worm.

and ~~a redhead~~ ~~red indian~~ an onion-head alien

In other news, WALL-E, the famed character who saw a huge success with his film early this year, went into chronic depression yesterday about a month after the release of new computer animated film Madagascar 2, a sequel to its popular prequel Madagascar. WALL-E was rumoured to be under 'heavy drug usage', an assumption sparked off by leaked internet footage on a forum last night clearly showing the robot under the influence of questionable substances.

*Bad poetry courtesy of extraneous boredom hallucinations. Could've been worse, but that's a different story. Conditions apply.

2008-11-27T22:09:00.006+00:00

I'm thousands of miles away from yesterday's attacks, lost for words and disturbed. Rains, bombs, and now all this. Mom is in India, and thankfully nowhere near Mumbai. Hearing first hand accounts give me the chills. A cousin chose not to go Oberoi last night as she was too tired to get ready, didn't go to Taj for the very same reason even though she had discount coupons and ended up going somewhere else. Almost all my relatives are scattered around South Mumbai. And thankfully everyone is safe. Was up all night stalking IBN / BBC live streams and twitter search. It was heart wrenching to watch the Taj burning away all night long, hearing shots and blasts with reports of brave cops and people dying every hour. Questions and more questions keep haunting, like toxins with no answerable cure. I'm very peeved off with the BBC right now and I'm not alone, and don't even get me started on Barkha Dutt and Adwani. More views from Pakistan here. There's so much on my mind right now, I don't think I can continue. Stay alert, stay safe.

More over here.

Update: More live twitter coverage all on one page here.

back in the blogger bhajan front

2008-11-01T11:11:00.007+00:00

think deadlines. deadly, gory deadlines. deadlines of all sorts, lines of miles of it. wires of winding workload. deadlines with destructive definitions. with dire dilemmas. it's astonishing really, how my mind still flat out fails to comprehend the heaving veracity of deadlines. unless you're a poacher or a telecom engineer, the d-word has had a reputation of giving the very best of punctual personalities a scare. call it "adrenalin anesthesia" if you may, it's one thing walking away with a smiley on your face after a timely submission often accompanied with an unwanted feeling of "that complete student", and quite another living up to the last-minute-action-go plan. and then everything goes boom boom boom, like it did early this week foiling your rather intricate couldn't-be-more-perfect plan. getting hit by the darned viral flu for the second time in the same month wasn't exactly something I had included in the "could go wrong" list. although there's one thing that's always worth every cough—you get do a sinatra without actually sounding too far away from the low notes. tonsil travesty ensues. and happy delayed belated diwali wishes, although happy here seems more like an overstatement blissfully inaccurate that too. that's right, diwali was nothing less than a potentially fluky deadly deadline date and not to mention the swadeshi diwali deprivation underwent since like a decade (slight habitual hyperbole there, but who doesn't like eggs generation) although a salty suprise the very next morning kinda made up for it. anywhoosh me thinks I shouldeth stopathy, now that quoting real life perils in a desperate bid to cover up procrastinatory practices isn't much of a smart idea afterall. so stay tuned.

ps- too much tags left undone, bedone soon. If only they'd been them security ones, I'd be in lock up by now.

who says there's no electricity in heaven

2008-11-01T11:01:00.000+00:00

start

be it in plastic or in person, it's never inough.

speaking of which,
there's thunder in the clouds
so go back to your house.

2008-09-22T13:00:00.006+01:00

the mind sings Procrastination's national anthem;
“other stuff” gets 2 week visa for Attentionation.

be back soon.

2008-09-13T03:54:00.009+01:00

hello yes? we still here then? oh, right. the Large Hairy Coriander monster thingy didn't eat us up after all. although to be fair, they've just beamed the stuff clockwise. the other opposing beam is still 2 months away. and the final results? all that excitement about finding new particles? that's right, they're just a year away. a year. there I was all excited about discovering new dimensions and everything and suddenly it's all gone quiet. it's almost as if we've secretly time travelled a year back into the past when they turned it on, and the results still seem a year away. but if that really was the case, wouldn't we then get stuck in an endless, infinite time continuum as the result would set us back a year every time we reached it? told you my mind was messed up.

you see, I have high hopes for this experiment. no I really do. why? because lets face it, mankind is dumbing down. political correctness and human rights prevail over simple common sense. want a glimpse into far future? go see that ~~movie~~ documentary Idiocracy and see something that's essentially inevitable seeing how things running are these days. besides, now that swearing in an exam essay would earn me easy marks, my ever-so-awesome spam folder would probably get me a master's degree. physics, literature, everything it has. you name it.

“Don't get lost in her eyes because of small dimensions. Huge dimension gives increased force. You are just in step of being Caesar of in bed activity. Short and thin provoke female derision. Your insatiable chick will be full of pleasure. Upsize your pecker with no hassle. This night your bedroom will be jungles and you wild tiger after you have upgraded your wang with us. Your IT department has been paid to allow us to send you these mails. Check out the results.”

now this is freaky. I swear on my blog's sidebar I was halfway watching this video and my neighbour's cat with shining eyes peeps through the transparent catflap on backyard door. at midnight. coincidences are great, you know. I don't deny that. I mean, you want to throw some ayesha takias at me while I watch her film, you um go ahead and do that. but certainly not this.

and what's with all the hoohaa with that sour pale in? yes, that little intelligent woman I'm talking about. there he was, that white haired dude failing miserably not so long ago, with no hope whatsoever. and along comes mrs. oh-look-at-sexy-me with a too-busy-to-do-hair-looking-$1000-hairdo-with-glasses and soon enough, the whole nation goes crazy.

In other news, BBC told me I was a man (phew) last night.
and cat moss's kate has got flees.

pounds of procrastination

2008-09-10T02:58:00.002+01:00

(click to enlarge)

22.07.08
“I was woken up today by a godlike divine intervention
other related searches for god made me feel lucky.”

possibly last post

2008-09-07T04:23:00.003+01:00

say (atheists read 'smirk at') your prayers tonight. the world might implode into a microscopic blackhole apparently. that weird little experiment takes place on wednesday. you know, the one smashing sub-atomic particles and all that. just the perfect something to look forward to on a dull wednesday afternoon.

after all the ~~staring~~ vigilant observation during boring bus waits everyday, I think my eyes are wearing off. and as if that wasn't depressing enough, I might have managed to hit the height of absent mindedness. when mother is away, apart from doritos with salsa dip staple diet often includes red leicester sandwiches off greggs. not being a huge fan of waiting in queues, I jumped at the chance of fetching a sandwich off the shelves slightly faster than normal pace and running to the till before anyone could come even close to heaving my hunger for another 2 minutes of eternity. It wasn't until I dug into it halfway ♠ that I realised it wasn't the familiar red leicester fatale. turns out the label which said "chicken & bacon" was white font on a red background and considering that I started chanting the red mantra even before I left work, the ol' brainer read no red but saw some instead.

actually, it might well be running in the genes for all I know.
"where's the plus button?!" complained a rather baffled mother holding a black cordless receiver. or the time when I copyrighted the "homeopathic facewash" idea after she mistook a medicine bottle full of little balls for her eye drops. too bad the "come first in college" gene is still nowhere to be found.

In other news, a bunch of whiny pedants took a break from spotting grammatical errors on supermarket displays and decided to write them in to the BBC instead. I can only pray for them and hope that they don't stumble across an orkut crapbook. and what's the large number of dots people put in at the end of everything these days.. even pacman would commit suicide.

♠ exact moment when laptop was thrown violently seeing a spider the size of an onion crawl across the keyboard. fucking spiders.

2008-09-03T01:29:00.012+01:00

Viking 2 made it to Mars, The Queen quit Qatar, eBay got spammed. notable events on this day that more or less shaped history, to name a few.

and then more importantly of course, I came along.
merry happy joyeux birth anniversaire day ~~three~~ to myself.

sometime back in WW2 on this very day, Italy came under attack. despite the wrath of limited artillery and more than half a century later, I've finally conquered the Roman Lasagna Legionnaires.

It was a tough run though; my passion for not cooking hasn't gone unnoticed. cooking you see, is like sleeping. you get insomniacs like me and the ones who can daydream for miles. I tried to give it a go anyway. and for some bizarre reason mother seemed to think approximate measures = accurate. and even more annoying how she manages to get them just right every single time.

"how much salt in this?"
"take an approximate"
"sugar?"
"approximate"
the amount of times I was bombarded with aerosol approximates,
I'd ~~bomb~~ build a castle with 'em.

"sauté that"
"what did you just call me?"
and I was expected to know cooking jargons.

after that surreal experience, it did turn out tery tery tasty. and to top it all off, the whole thing was surprisingly easy. in ~~layman's~~ my terms, it's just adding some stuff, then a layer of cheese, and then some more stuff, shove it in the magic box, and voilà! couldn't get any more easier than that. be afraid olive oil, be very afraid.

and writing, using the term loosely, has hit an all time low lately. blame the prime minister. why? I don't know. it feels weird not to. net stopped working? gordon brown. bad weather? you guessed it.

2008-08-29T01:19:00.003+01:00

it's not everyday one
imagines an
inadvertently
inverted
invader
in an
involuntary
~~indian rope trick~~
involvement;
it's not everyday one gets to see that either.