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2012-01-17T14:27:00.001+04:00

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STAR WARS - QUOTE WARS

2010-05-25T14:40:00.003+04:00

Today while browsing thru the Star Wars Wikia, i came across the quotes page - some good quotes, some bad quotes and then some ugly quotes...have a look...

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Lead a frugal Life, Dude! Have no fear!!

"Possessions are burdens. What you have can always be taken away, so wealth breeds fear." - Jacen Solo

Simply say…Death is the end

"What begins, ends.
What is born, dies.
All that is made can be un-made.
Dark has no meaning without light,
And for all living things
there is the final
silence."

―"Life's Memories" by Soshu Londahl (translated from the Ithorese)^[src]

Wise!! Think, Analyze!! Get evidence!! OR you will die soon, Dude!!

«Assumption is the first step to a shallow grave.»

―Basic translation of Saltan valoramosa n telvalk mord^[src]

Friendship Pays!!

"There are many realities in the universe, some of them quite harsh. One reality that is inescapable is that there is nothing more valuable than a friend. More than food, more than shelter, and more than weaponry, an ally can save your life."
―Qui-Gon Jinn, helping the Wookiees resist the Trade Federation^[src]

Too Good an Insult!!

"The ability to speak does not make you intelligent."
―Qui-Gon Jinn, to Jar Jar Binks^[src]

Art of War- ish Type Quotes!!!

"Secrets must be exposed when found. Detours must be taken when encountered. And if you are the one who stands at the crossroads or the place of concealment, you must never leave it to another to act in your place."
―Qui-Gon Jinn^[src]

"Politics is simply the continuation of war by other means."
―Mandalore the Ultimate, misquoting Clausewitz^[src]

"To be united by hatred is a fragile alliance at best."

―Kreia, speaking of the Sith Triumvirate^[src]

"Direct action is not always the best way. It is a far greater victory to make another see through your eyes than to close theirs forever."
―Kreia^[src]

On Trouble!!

"When you ask for trouble, you should not be surprised when it finds you."
―Plo Koon^[src]

A Wonderful Play on the “Usual Suspects”

"Round up the usual species."

―Pol Haus^[src]

No more Mr/Ms/Mrs. Nice person

"I always play fair. Exactly as fair as my opponents."

―Mara Jade^[src]

Inspirational Quote, By Jove!!

"Seize the day, and you have the day. But wait for the right day to seize, and you will seize entire lifetimes."
―Kla, Sith historian^[src]

Come On Dude, Lets Drink Up!!

"Drink it down, boys, for the black of space is cold. Drink it down, boys, for it's always better to live hard and die young than live not and die old."
―Khedryn Faal, reciting an old spacers' toast^[src]

Seriously Good advice!!

"The only advice I'll give you when you're in the jungle, shoot anything that moves. Then shoot the things that don't move, just to be sure."
―Kex^[src]

Observation on Youth…..isnt everone a youth once in his/her life?? Lol!!

"You know the problem with the youth of today? They're young!"―Jolee Bindo^[src]

Love!! Love leads to Light!!

"Love doesn't lead to the dark side. Passion can lead to rage and fear, and can be controlled... but passion is not the same thing as love. Controlling your passions while being in love... that's what they should teach you to beware. But love itself will save you... not condemn you."
―Jolee Bindo, to Revan, when discussing love^[src]

Observation on a bad job done

"Never send a man out to do a rabbit's job."

―Jaxxon^[src]

Never mess with this guy

"No one's ever lied to me twice."

―Jango Fett^[src]

Crime & Punishment

Leia: "History decides who's a criminal, Jacen."

Caedus: "No, the law decides who's a criminal. History just forgives them."

―Leia Organa Solo and Darth Caedus^[src]

Good observation

"Random evolution should never have been entrusted with intelligence."
―I-5YQ, observing a very drunk Lorn Pavan^[src]

Funny

Pavan: "Hey, what happened to the door?"

I-5YQ: "It appears to have had a disagreement with somebody."

―Lorn Pavan and I-5YQ, viewing the handiwork of Darth Maul^[src]

Lord, he is serious!! lol

"State your name before you die."

―Grievous^[src]

Get to the point, Mister!!

Corran: "If you have a point to make, make it."

—Corran Horn ^[src]

Battles have to be fought!!

"Some fights must be fought whether you believe you can win them or not."
―Finis Valorum^[src]

Very Dirt harry-ish

"Go ahead, life form—make my operation cycle."

―E522 assassin droid^[src]

Yeah. If you don’t surrender, you will die!!

"Surrender. It will hurt less."

―Bounty hunter Dhidal Nyz, to psychotic Jedi Knight Valin Horn^[src]

Routinely Digs his own grave!!

"Your ability to talk people into wanting to kill you borders on some kind of Jedi thing, you know that?"
―Derek "Hobbie" Klivian, on Wes Janson^[src]

Death & Remembrance!! Chose!!

"It's good to be remembered as a martyr without actually having to be dead, wouldn't you say?"
―Dash Rendar, to LE-BO2D9, after the Battle of Falleen's Fist^[src]

Hmmm…makes for a great line for a villain!!

"Tell me what you regard as your greatest strength, so I will know how best to undermine you; tell me of your greatest fear, so I will know which I must force you to face; tell me what you cherish most, so I will know what to take from you; and tell me what you crave, so that I might deny you…"
―Darth Plagueis^[src]

Still confused on who is the Fool!!

"Who's the more foolish, the fool, or the fool who follows him?"
―Obi-Wan Kenobi, to Han Solo^[src]

Just Do It!! Seems Nike found their Catchphrase with Yoda!!

"Do, or do not. There is no try."

―Jedi Master Yoda^[src]

Hear that, all u soldiers? Now wear your Pink ballerina dresses and shoes..and dance!!

"A warrior who cannot dance? Clumsy in both war and peace he is."
―Yoda^[src]

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Source of All Quotes - Star Wars Wikia - Quotes

Uueg Tching or the Quotes from the Fictitious worlds

2010-05-25T09:57:00.004+04:00

“Starve the centre and you reap Anarchy. Feed the Centre and you reap Tyranny. The problem is obvious to every man. A solution has been revealed to No Man”

"There are three ways to defeat your enemy. The first, and most obvious, is to better him in a trial of force. The best way is to have him destroy himself; few enemies are so obliging. The middle way is to destroy your enemy from within. Judicious application of the middle way shall make your blows more effective if you later take the way of force. From the middle way it is also possible to push your enemy onto the path of self-destruction."

"Even the greatest of trees can rot from within, but the vigilant gardener keeps attentive to the signs of decay. The Gardener is not afraid to cut through the polished skin to tear away a malignant heart, to save the life of that tree. Those who seek shade under that tree would best remember the work of that gardener."

- Sayings of Uueg Tching, 54th emperor of the Kitel Phard Dynasty on Atrisia, from the Third Atrisian Period, circa 4,519 BBY. Uueg's wisdom regarding the strategic use of power, diplomacy and espionage was admired thousands of years later, throughout the whole galaxy.

Uueg Tching is a fictitious character of the Star Wars Universe.

When you look at his sayings, the very first thing that comes to mind is Sun Tsu and his “Art of War” or Chanakya / Kautliya and his “Arthashatra”.

Anyways…movies and comics are really good sources of wonderful and meaningful quotes.

My Favourite Quotes/ my Modded Quotes

2010-05-20T10:50:00.003+04:00

Every person has a favourite Quotes, which some uses as ideals, or some use as mottos or some use just for fun.

Here, i am listing out my favourite quotes -

'Then hear this, and never forget it. Any fool with fast hands can take a tiger by the balls, but it takes a hero to keep on squeezing. I'll tell you something else, while I'm at it: only heroes and quitters walk away, Jack. No one else. And I am no quitter.' -Alexis Machine -in Machine's Way - From the stepehen King Novel "The Dark half"
[Seriously, i still wish that Stephen King or someone lese would develop this Alexis Machine Character -into sorts of a Anti-Hero just like Dexter]

I modify the quotes into my own quotes .
The above quote got turned into -

"Any Fool Can Catch a tiger By its balls,
Any man Can keep on Squeezing!
But it takes a Hero to Squeeze and get Away with it!" - Roshan, original content courtesy to Stephen King.

Another Quote or the Motto of my Life is modified from a poem by Samuel Ullman - "Youth"
about which i have written in this blog earlier.
Youth (Click here to be directed to the my post on the poem)

I modified the poem int my own Motto. here it goes -

"Youth is the state of the Mind, Not the State of the Being" - Roshan, original content courtesy Samuell Ullman

The third quote that i identify most is

Wise men, when in doubt whether to speak or to keep quiet, give themselves the benefit of the doubt, and remain silent. - Napoleon Hill

Ciao!

Aadmi Musafir Hai...a Philosophical Melody

2010-04-10T14:46:00.010+04:00

This is an Old Song, a very Popular song from a Hindi Movie.

Movie : Apnaapan (1977)
Cast: Aruna Irani, Iftekhar, Jeetendra, Reena Roy, Sanjeev Kumar, Sulakshana Pandit
Music Director: Laxmikant Pyarelal
Director: Om Prakash
Producer: Om Prakash J
Lyrics: Anand Bakshi
Year: 1977

The Duo Laxmikant Pyarelal won the Filmfare Award for the Best Music Direction for this song. Anand Bakshi won the Filmfare Award for the Best lyricist for this song.
Mohd.Rafi was nominated for the Best Male Playback Singer for this song.
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The Lyrics in Hindi

आदमी मुसाफिर है, आता है, जाता है
आते जाते रस्ते मे, यादे छोड़ जाता है

झोंका हवा का, पानी का रेला
मेले में रह जाये जो अकेला
फिर वो अकेला ही रह जाता है

कब छोड़ता है, ये रोग जी को
दिल भूल जाता हैं जब किसी को
वो भूलाकर भी याद आता है

क्या साथ लाये, क्या तोड़ आये
रस्ते में हम क्या क्या छोड़ आये
मंजिल पे जा के याद आता है

जब डोलती है, जीवन की नैया
कोई तो बन जाता है खिवय्या
कोई किनारे पे ही डूब जाता है
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The Lyrics in Hinglish (Hindi Written in English..lol)

aadamee musaafir hai, aataa hai, jaataa hai
aate jaate raste me, yaade chhod jaataa hai

zonkaa hawaa kaa, paanee kaa relaa
mele mein rah jaaye jo akelaa
fir wo akelaa hee rah jaataa hai

kab chhodataa hai, ye rog jee ko
dil bhool jaataa hain jab kisee ko
wo bhoolakar bhee yaad aataa hai

kyaa saath laaye, kyaa tod aaye
raste mein hum kyaa kyaa chhod aaye
manjil pe jaa ke yaad aataa hai

jab dolatee hai, jeewan kee naiyyaa
koee to ban jaataa hain khiwayyaa
koee kinaare pe hee doob jaataa hai

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I am working on a English translation to the Hindi lyrics and i hope i can post it on here.

now, you would think, why is he going great distances to post on a filmi song.?
First..this song is so simple in in its music, so melodious and easily singable.
second..the whole philosophy of the song, the lyrics...about man being a traveller..throughout his life...

i hope that for those who don't know Hindi, once i put up the translation, it will come clear.

Well, My close friend Arun sort of prodded me on to complete the translation. I have made up one by myself, using my own creative license (my imagination and Hindi-English knowledge)..here it goes
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Man is nothing But a traveller,
In this long and hard journey of life ,
he enters once and exits once
Leaving bits of memories all along his route

Like one caught in the gale of the wind
Like one caught in the swirling whirlpool
Like one lost in the midst of the crowd
He has lost himself, he is alone

The heart's troubles will seem to vanish,
When you get the courage to forget someone,
even if you have forgotten them,
your heart will still remember them

What have you brought along with u in your journey?
What have you broken along your journey?
Whatever you have thrown away along your journey,
you will recollect them with pain at the end of your journey.

When the the boat that is your life is thrown off -course in the stormy waters ,
someone could aid you by being your anchor
one could also drown at the shallow water near the bank too.
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I hope this translation does it some justice, because i had trawled the entire ent for a translation and couldn't find one!!

How I read, Why I read and What I read

2010-04-10T12:39:00.001+04:00

I have been away from Blogging for a quite a long while.

Now I am back, free from the mad rush at my construction site, since the project is slowing down towards completion. Now, I got more free time.

How I read, Why I read and What I read

HOW I READ

I am an avid reader – I read so voraciously with my own technique that I read 2 or 3 books at a go. My technique is to take a paragraph at one glance, grasp the meaning and move over to the next paragraph and on. When I come up on certain catch lines/possible quotes, I make a mental note to come back to the section and move on.

In this manner, I keep on reading.

WHY I READ

I love information/data. Love real information and fictitious information – news/links and fiction.

I have to read. It is same like needing to eat to survive. I need my daily dose of information.

Even while I eat, I read – I read a book, if one is in my hand or at my hands reach / I read the labels off the bottles on the dining table.

When I am waiting for a doctor or dentist I read the magazines available at the waiting area.

When I am waiting for a bus/taxi, I read the boards, hoardings, number Plates.

I read body language too.

I am a sucker for information!!

WHAT I READ

Real Life Information consisting of News, Current Affairs, Wikipedia Links on persons & events.

Fictitious information – Novels – mainly Adventure fiction, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Alternative History, and Poetry.

A thing that I do on a regular basis is read Wikipedia.

When I come up on an interesting matter/event/book, I look it up on the internet, specifically “Google It” and read the information available, mostly on the Wikipedia.

Once I am on Wikipedia, reading up on the stuff that interests me, I follow up on the links available on the Wikipedia page, to other wiki pages and on…it is like a mind map, going from one information to another, linked to it.

This is quite interesting that I gather so much information, that I am a real information junkie.

I don’t know how many people read like me, but I guess lots of them!

From now onwards, I am planning to write reviews on the books I read.

India, Here I Come.....after a gap of 4 years!!

2009-07-01T16:56:00.003+04:00

Its been a while...quite a long time..since i have last posted on my blog.

I am flying down home to India, after a gap of 4 years.

You, being surprised would be asking...what were you doing all these while?

Aise ho gaya...Kya Kare!!

I work in UAE (United Arab Emirates). Been working there since 2005 onwards. (Prior to that, from 2001 to 2005 , in Saudi Arabia).

In the X'mas of 2005, i had been down to India.

In Mid 2006, i had made agreements with a junior of mine that i would go for X'Mas in 2006 and he would go home in January 2007. by Bad Luck that guy got terminated. I had to stay to look after all the work.

Each year, one or the other important milestones of the Projects i have been working on prevented me from going home.

I am not a work-a-holic, but there is a strong sense of loyalty to my job that has become a curse.

In 2008, my family has joined me. I am working on another project which has completed successfuly.

Tomorrow...2nd July 2009 i am flying home.

I am looking forwards to it.

Looking forward to feel the raindrops on my face.

Looking forward to walking in the green fields.

Looking forward to meeting my old pals.

India, Here I come.

India Burned, We cried, Dried Our Tears And Went Back To Our Selfish Ways....

2008-12-09T01:02:00.007+04:00

The Terrorist Attack on Mumbai brought all of india to a rude awakening.

people from all walks died out there amidst the hail of bullets, caught in the cross fire and fire.

It is of course a very grim situation that India is facing now.

I have to vent my feelings sitting at my laptop all way so far away in Ras Al Khaimah in United Arab Emirates.

1. Every Country should have a Major Emergency Risk Management Set Up. USA learnt it the hard way and set up the Department of Homeland Secuirty.

The word Homeland Security refers to a security effort by a government to protect a nation against perceived external or internal threats.

What the fuck has India done, after the Babri Masjid Demolition and the following Mumbai Blasts and the Mumbai Riots?? Absolutley Nothing. They created some TADA and POTA ..which were eventually used by the various goverments to their own advantages.

What the fuck has has India done after the various Terror Strikes against it?? Absolutely Nothing except throw the blame on the other.

What the Fuck has India Done during the Mumbai Terror Attacks?? Absolutely Nothing!!

India Should come to the bloody understanding that the complete crop of politicians out there, be it any party ARE THE BANE OF OUR NATION.

It is the YOUTH of our Nation and the Commoner who should be taking charge.

I am not saying that we should go to the extreme extent of asking the Army to Rule the Nation as in National Emergency.

Hodling a few candle light vigils for the victims and a few marches is not going to change anything.

A Mass uprising is required against the Political Establishment of our country, against all Political Parties, be it the INC or the BJP or the BSP or CPM...against all politicians.

After all we are the silly idiots who elect these bastards to power.

They should be answerable to us.

They fucking should serve us.

We elect them to raise voices for our issues at the state and the centre.

If they think that the positions into which they are elected to are their birth right or luck, they should think twice.

These assholes should be taught a lesson.

Coming back to Homeland Security Set up for our country - its zilch, nada, a big BIG ZERO.

Something has to be done on this! and Its the fucking responsibility of us the citizens to raise our demand for Such.

2. Media Coverage. During the Mumbai Terror Attacks, 58 normal folks who were waiting to baord the trains were murdered brutally at the CST. Tell me, what coverage was given pre and post the attack??? Minimal!

The Media Channels had centred their reporting only on the Oberoi/Trident, The Taj Mahal Hotel and the Nariman House.

Itrs just my ranting, of course. But, those folks who died are dear to us, the same as you and me, normnal folks, not the high flying business men and richie riches who frequent such places. There is disparity in reporting and many more. i am noit getting into all that.

3. The Police is an ineffectual instrument in outr country, the tool of the politicans. The entire Police Force has to be disbanded and re structued again with new blood, with people who stand up to things that matter, matters that are just.

My rantings over.

all shit is welcome as comments!

Shoot the Politicians. Shake up the structure. Rebuild it. For a better tomorrow.

And Strike Back!!

God Plays On Us......

2008-11-18T23:59:00.001+04:00

I Hope my wife understands this....

I am an Average Joe! I was once an introvert, but the necessities of life have changed it. I am not shy any more, but i still do take time to make friends.

When it comes to my family, they matter more than everything to me.

My wife and son - they love me like hell!

I am resonsive to them coz i dont want to fall in the same rut that my father walked in - Though he loved his family very much, He was from Old School and his idea of masculinity was being gruff and less show of love!

I love my family - I express it out!!

The song "If Tomorrow Never Comes" by Garth Brooks and later sung by Ronan Keating, is a favourite of mine.

I asked my wife to listen to the song, and after listening she started to punch my arm saying

"Dont you ever think of Death!!"

Those who have not hear the song or read the Lyrics, I recommend the song for all those who love the woman in their life....

If Tomorrow Never Comes - Garth Brooks

Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch her sleeping
Shes lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind
If I never wake up in the morning
Would she ever doubt the way I feel
About her in my heart

(chorus)

If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That shes my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
cause Ive lost loved ones in my life
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where theres no second chance to tell her how I feel

*chorus*

So tell that someone that you love
Just what youre thinking of
If tomorrow never comes

Wifey, Dear!!! I Love you and Joshua!!

PS.

I usually jot down my thoughts in a small pad. my wife found this pad and read the stuff i wrote for this blog and penned a little bit while i was taking a bath...here it is...

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From a Wife who deserves nothing....Thank You.

We Love you very much, with all your negatives and positives.

Remember, LOVE comes from GOD, not from PEOPLE!

We are only his Instruments of his LOVE, where MUSIC comes out when plays.

But expect irregular beats because every instrument can fail or break at any moment,

But hopefully the MUSICIAN will correct it in time and tunes it accordingly to the neccesity.

He Loves You and Through Us (Sofi and Joshua) He is showing his love for you!

God Bless you, My Husband!

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My E-books Folder

2008-06-01T17:35:00.003+04:00

For those love E-books, here is my virtual drive of ebooks in 4shared.com

http://www.4shared.com/dir/7354883/476ff48e/sharing.html

I will be loading a lot more ebooks to fil lthe 5 GB capacity of my account, then create another account to add more and more.

Love on the Chook Chook (A Tragi-Comedic Experience)

2008-02-26T08:49:00.010+04:00

Ernakulam Railway Station, morning 7.30 a.m.

I had just landed along with Kissy, A college Mate on another Train!

"Hey Rosh! Where is Vipin, Man? He had promised to be here!!"

"No Idea Bhai. Let us wait. There's Plenty of Time for the Express"

[Since this is a story...names have been changed...Kissy will remain Kissy...no real names given. So, No Fear!]

We deposited our luggage in a heap near a bench and sat down to wait for the other college mates to come.

We were the students of Regional Engineering College, Durgapur, West Bengal. Kerala had a quota of 6 seats including reservation in REC Durgapur. It was our Summer Vacations and we had all gone home to enjoy and were returning back to College.

"Yaar. No Charakks here Man!!"

["Charakk"....in Malaylam means "Goods"...Same as in "Maal" in Hindi]

"Saaley...!! There is nothing but charakks in your mind. Remember our picnic to the barrage where you called a couple of aunties charakks and their Hubbies came to beat the shit out of you?"

"Yaar. How can I forget that. Anyway those aunties were real Maals!!heee hee"

"Saaley. Bhaag. So you want to get a thrashing in your Home ground Also? Well, Count me Out!!"

I wandered down to the Higgin Bothams Bookstore, purchased a novel and a few magazines and settled down to read the mags. Kissy was already relaxing listening to music on his Walkman.

[This was a time before mobile phones and mp3 players. All we could lay hands was the good old Walkman!! Now the Cassette together with the Walkman are becoming extinct!!]

At around, 8.30 Vipin came to the station.

"Vipin. This Saaley is upto his old charakk tricks now. You better keep under control. We dont want to get thrashed!"

"Kissy....Any further Maal trouble...Tere Sir Kaput. Samjah?"

"Kissy..is a Skirt Chaser dude. You can never straighten a dog's tail. Same with Kissy"

"Theek hai. I am listening to Music. No Maal trouble. Satisfied??"

"hmmmmmmmmmm..."

Vipin went down to the refreshment booth and got for us some "Fruitis".

More Time pass..chatting about our vacations!!

"God knows what Bhose D.K has in plans for us in the new semester!! Woh to haraami hai saaley!"

"Yaar. My Suppli papers are starting 3 weeks down. Got loads to study. Otherwise M/s. Moorthy and Iyer will skin me alive.Are they Human or some sort of vampires. Khoon Choostha hai saala."

"Chal. Everything will be Ok"

By around 11.3o a.m, the Cochin Patna Express, slowly chugs into the station. We gather out luggages , walk down to the compartment which has our reserved berths.

Kissy and I had two side Berths near the Door. My Berth was the top one. Vipin had one of the long berths in the same area.

We had two more mates gettin on the train - Raky from Aluva(Alwaye) and Mani from palakkad (Palghat). By the time the train had started chugging, we had settled down in our seats.

After an Hour Raky joined us at Aluwa. We four began a card game to pass time.

We went up and down the compartment and found that it was berefit of girls - only aunties and mausis and naanis.

Kissy as usual sported a dejected look.

"Yaar. Rajasthan is more ferltile than this compartment. Not even one chick!!"

Vipin was his usual taciturn self. But Raky couldn't but pull Kissy's leg.

"Bhag. You and your Chick Business. Kya, do you have any plans to go into Poultry Business? No Wonder!!"

" Many of the seats are still empty. We cant loose hope. maybe, some chick will get on at other stations. After all we have to travel for 3 days and 3 nights...right??"

Soon, We reached Palakkad Station. Mani climbed in with his luggages.

We started to make a big hullaboo teasing mani singing..."Ding Dong Ding Dong...Mani Bajae"

It was then, a family climbed into the compartment.

At first it was the father, then the mother and then.....two girls.

Kissy suddenly sat upright..chest all puffed up reminding us of the Skinny Man-with-puffed-up-chest-when-girl -passes-by dept.

Both the girls were very beautiful. When they passed us, they looked at us, with a faint smile on their lips.

Kissy was overcome with Joy.

The train chugged on........

Some one yelling into my ear "Rosh! wake up! Its Madras Station Already!! Udd Yaar!"

I opened my eyes and there stood Vipin with his toothbrush in his hand!

I was mad at him for breaking my beautiful sleep "Oh yaar! it was a Good Sleep! Why the Hell did you have to break it?"

But he was not going to let me off to sleep again... "Lazy bones. Get up. You can sleep later in the afternoon"

I looked down from my berth to Kissy's Berth and found it vacant!

"Vipin! where is Kissy?"

"Romeo has gone with Raky to trawl the other compartments for "Maals"!!"

"Yaar. Kissy is going to misguide Raky for sure. Chappal se maar milke hi vaapas aayega!"

I got down from my berth, got out my toothbrush and paste and walked to the toilet/wash area.

The two girls who had got on at Palakkad were standing there, brushing their teeth.

"Excuse Me. Could i just wet my toothbrush a bit?"

They turned around.

Both of them were beautiful!!!

They smiled and stood aside and i wetted by tooth brush and moved away.

I stood at one of the doors brushing my teeth. I could see that both the girls were stealing looks at me on the sly.

Not wanting to miss the moment, i gave them a toothpaste filled smile and they burst out laughing and giggling!!

I too laughed with them. (Roshan's advise : Try to grab the moment, dudes! make the most of every moment, however akward they are!!)

After they had finished with their brushing and cleaning, they were still loitering near the doors.

I too had completed my cleaning and i gave them a "full colgate smile"!

They were impressed, I think, for they smiled quite nicely.

Not wanting to lose the opportunity, i gathered courage and asked

"Hi. are you going all way to Patna?"

"No. We are getting down at Kharaghpur"

"Ok. I am Roshan. We are Engineering College Students. We are going back to college after the durga puja vacations "

[I didnt bother to inform them that i was heading for Durgapur. What was the use?]

By this time, Kissy followed by Raky have joined me and is taking stealth looks at the girls.

Kissy starts poking me and I, getting his point, introduced them to the girls!!

[Balance to come...]

The Smirk

2008-02-25T08:31:00.000+04:00

It was finally a Saturday Morning.

I woke quite late due to the Small Beer Binge in my Flat.

Actually it was 'BJ' himself who troubled my sleep.....BJ....as in ...you know....Black Jack !!
Ever since he took the Art of Living Course, He has been a Pain In The Ass!! Gets up early in the morning and wakes up others also , even if we didnt want to wake up too! The Bugger doesn't care whether it is a Saturday or Sunday!!

"Hey Machaaaa!! Udd Udd..Wake Up, Rise n Shine, Udd udddd!!"

"Bhaag Saaley...."

"Machaa...i got some news for you ...Do you remember Anita?? hmmmm? hmmmmm? Do you remember her??"

"Yeah I remember her. How can i forget her Dude. Now, get to the point!!"

"Ab tu Bhaag machha...Now its time for my Meditation. I need Quite. I need Peace. Now Shoooo. I will tell you later "

"Tere to..Saaley. Theek hai. Let me go and make a cup of Coffee. Take your Own Time"

While i was sipping my warm cup of coffee...with my mind wandering .. BJ walks in and planted himself in the beanbag opposite me.

"Machha. You and Anita had a thing going between you a year back..right??"

"Yeah. We had a thing going....hmmmm..But She decided that I was not Man Enough for Her!!"

"Yes. Machaaa I remember. You came back that night all Drunk and Dangerous...How can i forget that night?? You still haven't paid for the TV you broke"

"Bhaag Saaley. That TV was on share between all of us. Not just you. Ab dimag kharab mat kar"

"Bhai. You of course know the guy to whom she is engaged - Naveen."

"How can i forget him also. Pretty smooth worker- that dude!"

"Machha... That dude died in a horrific Car Accident yesterday night. Nimisha Just called me and told me. It Seems Anita has gone into a shock"

"Shock? Ok....Whatever. Dude, do you have any better news to tell. I got better things to do than listen to crap like this! Ab tu bhaag and do your Sri Sri Sri Stuff"

I moved into my Room and closed the Door.
When i turned and looked in the tall mirror, Did i detect a faint 'Smirk' on my Face?

Filmi Style, my mind went flash back.....a very painful flash back....

I still remember that Valentine's Day and the pain!!

She was in the small friend circle that was formed among us young professionals in small city of J.
Our Friend Circle was quite popular and folks wanted to join in.

There was a sort of chemistry between us - Anita and Me. We jelled together with ease. To put thing short, small get togethers, house parties, dining out....for long time, we were together and i had developed a comfort personal zone with her. She was a person whom i could talk bindaas, without any get ups.

That Valentine's Day, after a lot of Deliberation, I gave her the rose and the Card.
I told her what i felt for her.
But then, there are quite a load of thorns in a bed of roses. here they were sharp knives, piercing through your heart.
"Sorry. I Cant Accept It."
"Don't Hurry. Take your time, Anita. You know me well. take your time and tell me your Decision"

"I don't need Time. I don't like this at all. If I know You Well, Thats reason enough for my Refusal"
"Would you please leave me alone?"

My heart was pierced with all those knives. It was very hard to handle rejection. I am not a vain man. But i had believed that there was something between us after all those togetherness.

When i had turned around to leave, i saw him standing far away in a corner with a "Satisfied Smirk" on his face - Naveen.

Now, when I think of Naveen, i feel sort of Admiration For Him. he was a Smooth Worker, an Excellent Manager and Strategist. No Wonder he was a top player in his Company's Construction Dept. *

Naveen had moved into the city about 6 months back to the Valentine Day issue. He was not a full member of our Friend Circle, But Jhumpy who worked along with him had brought him along to our get togethers.

The guy was never active in any sense, sort of a background player.

But I never knew that he was machinating many events ..which led to the heart ache i faced that day.

I am a straight forward man, but when i heard about the sneaky work he has done to get close to Anita, how he had poisoned her mind against me, how he instructed her to avoid me and to reject me...my blood boiled up!

My friends knew all the things that were going around, but didn't want to hurt my feelings, so they never ever told me about Naveen and Anita until then.

I wanted to Rip out His heart.

"Calm Down Macha...Calm Down"
"She is not worthy of you Dude. We know you well. You are one of the best friends any one can have. She is not worthy of You. Leave it"
"Leave it Ass! You will find a better girl than her"

All these words of comfort did no good but add to the pain. I drank that Night like i have never drunk before. I broke many items in the flat out of anger. Somehow..i Slept Off.

From that day, i have kept my distance with the girls. I have a lot of friends who are women, but they just stay friends ....nothing more. some have indicated their interest in me, but my other close pals who know me in and out have made them understand that i am not willing for any commitment.

"Machaaaa....!! What are you Doing? We got to go to see Chandy today."
Chandy....no he was not a mallu..but short for Chandigarh from where he was. Chandy had his immigration papers cleared for Australia...and was to leave in a week's time. We had planned to go there as a group to have a small get together.

"Machaaa..!! Do you know? Anita is in the same building as Chandy. maybe we should drop in as a group to give our condolences"

Yes. My skewered mind wanted that bit for revenge to see her in pain. Yes!

"You are right Dude. Call up the others and we will go there after the thingy at Chandy's"

Yes. My Smirk grew Bigger. The Pain I felt was being avenged. I wanted to Smirk in her face, in front of her. I wanted her to feel the pain of having me laughing at her pain. i kept on imagining her face, when she sees me offering her my condolences!

Chandy's farewell party went fine. But my mind was elsewhere, imagining Anita's face.

Later when we went down to her flat, it was her parents who had flown up from Kerala who had opened the door.

Jhumpy introduced ourselves and we went in to meet Anita.
Each of our friends went in to Anita's Room and offered their condolences.
When it was my turn, i went in...and got the shock of my life.
That was not Anita there.
It was a Shell of a Person.
Without life, with just pain writ all over her face.
Her eyes were looking into nothing, there was no smile,
Her whole face was as if it was chiseled of stone.

"Anita. I am So Sorry for you"
She looked up at me with those eyes....and then i realized a part of her has already died along with Naveen.

I couldn't stay there any longer. I rushed out.

There was no Anita there ....
I was planning myself to laugh in her face....which now showed the pain of loss.
I wanted her to see my Smirk, which i had practised to show to her. But i couldn't!
I don't know why , but i couldn't do it.

That night, i was drinking again, i cried a lot.

I had sympathies for Anita ..who had lost her love.

I didn't cry for her.

I cried for myself.....For i was on the verge of losing my humaneness.

I cried for the people of the world....I am not alone, there are millions like me, losing their humaneness.

I cried..for becoming something i despise.

I promised myself...I will at least be a little human in my life, wherever and whenever it is possible.

I went to Sleep.....Thinking of Electric Sheep.....

Plainspeak

2008-02-25T08:22:00.000+04:00

As I had Said in a Previous Post, I write very different to others.
Others pick & chose their words and string them.
I wirte as I Speak.
I speak as I Think.
Direct From the Heart.
No Fancy words. Plainspeak.

If its labelled Fiction, it still has a bit of me in there or a bit of folks I know in there.

Escapism is No Answer!!

2008-02-23T15:03:00.000+04:00

This is Something i have never ever told the world.
I was an Escapist Once.

Escapism is a tendency to create a make believe world and 'live' in that world while actually living in the real time world.

When I Started my Engineering Course, I was full of hope that i will graduate as a good Engineer, get a Good Job, make loads and loads of Moolah.
During my 2nd Semester, i flunked a few papers. These papers were attempted again as supplementary Papers, Back Papers and even Re-back Papers. (in our college lingo - suppli, back and Re-backs).
By the time i reached third year, i started to develop Escapist Tendencies.
I made myself believe that what is real is not real at all. I am someone else, doing something else.
But at the same moment, i was living a double life in the real world.
I bunked my classes and sat alone in my room, or in the parks, living out my fantasies in my make believe World.

There I was the Lord and Master of All.
There I loved and Lost. There i chased maidens through the forests, frolicked with them, married many ( :) ), fathered hundered of children....(oh my god..my mind was like a runaway horse)
There I was Poor, I was Rich, I built up Empires and Destroyed them at Whims.
There I was the Superhero, I was the Supervillian, changing shades at the flick of the whip.

All this while, i neglected my real life. My real life became non existant.
I stopped going home for my vacations. I stopped talking to my parents.
I had a very few friends, but even they didnt know my deception.

By the time i completed third year, my condition was worse. I was loosing touch with reality.
I Flunked My Course. But i never ever told my parents or relatives. I made up stories that i was studying for the Final Year, while i was doing nothing over there.

Then, suddenly i wanted to commit Suicide. I attempted to commit Suicide but failed- the rope broke along with the Fan and came falling down, missing me.

By that time, papers from my college reached home that i have flunked in my course. My Dad called me Home and I went home.

There i was like, i wanted to go for Sanyas/Join an Ahsram and my property or whatever share i will get can be divided between my sisters etc.

My dad didnt allow for anything. he kept me at home.
He told me that if i dont want to be an Engineer, its fine, No Probs at all, I can be whatever i want.
He calmed me down.
He encouraged me to study computers.
I studied Diploma in Computer Applications, Quality Control, Material Management etc. to keep my mind Occupied.

My Father's constant monitoring helped a lot.

But the most important thing that happened to me was I lost my Self Pity.
I got angry when the townsfolk started muttering about the Good- for-nothing guy i was.
I grew Angrier. The More Angrier i became, the More the Make Believe World crumbled.

I took out my Engineering College Books, Studied with vengeance.

I Went Back to College, Cleared my papers, Joined Final year and Finished the Course with quite Good or near the Top percentage.

I was wondering that if I had studied the way i did for the final year, i would have become the gold medalist in my batch.

But my experience was necessary, it taught me a valuable lesson. Be rooted in your real world. Fantasies are for relaxation .You should be in charge of your life, not your heart.

Now here am I, after 11 years, having a great job i love, having a wonderful wife and son, having great friends whom i can rely upon.

Would it have been possible, for me if i had still lived in my make believe world?
I would have been dead by now.

Who ever wants can learn from my mistakes. I am telling you.

Ouija Boards........

2008-02-23T12:16:00.001+04:00

Ouija Boards........

I still remember the times of my college days when me and my pals were so interested in everything supernatural.
I am still interested in the supernatural, but with a skeptical viewpoint.
But during those days, we were interested in all mundane things.

One time, during our second year of Engineering College, we decided to Hold a Ouija Board "Seance". It was about 12.00 midnight and we started the thingy. We had hand drawn an Ouija Board on an Drawing Sheet and used a one rupee coin as the palanchette.

We decided to call upon the spirit of some politician who had died the previous day. (i stil ldont recall who it was..but he was a prominent one and i think from West Bengal..died during 1992-93 period)
I was one of the guys placing the finger on the coin. We started with some meditations(hah!) and auidibly called out
" Can we communicate with the Spirit of ....................(the deceased politician). Please reply with Yes or No."
Slowly the planchette ws moving around, but not to where we wanted..either an YES or a NO.
It went on like that for half an hour to no avail.
Then we decided to call it a day (night actually), but didn't say the customary GOOD BYE to whomever we called.
Then one of the guys who was watching the whole stuff , who had read some stuff about the Ouija Board told us that we should have said good bye and since we havent, the spirit will haunt who invited him to the seance.

I was like ..Bull...ht, it was a waste of time..etc.
But deep down in my heart, i was slowly getting scared.
What if the spirit will haunt me?
But then, my skewed, wierd, skeptical mind came to my rescue with a twist in reason...
"Dude if the politician comes to haunt you, you can use him to your needs..muahahah"
So, comforting myself with that i went to sleep.

If you folks who are reading what i have wrote, are thinking i really got haunted or possessed....Naaah.
My days went as usual.
Now, to the point how the plancehtte moved around...it was my pal whose finger got heavy and started nudging the coin around. Bloody fellow...!!

Now a days i still do research the paranormal, supernatural, ancient mysteries and ancient civilizations, spirituality etc...more concentrating on ancint civilizations and mysteries...i still do come across a discussion on the Ouija Board.

You can find some online Ouija Boards at

http://www.museumoftalkingboards.com/

where these is a list of online Ouija Boards for your pleasure, fear or whatever you may please.

You can try one at http://www.museumoftalkingboards.com/WebOuija.html

I have regained some interest in the Ouija Board and am planning to recruit some of my friends to do a seance.

But i am still a skeptic!

Cooper ........

2008-02-10T16:54:00.000+04:00

I am a Dog Lover. To the Core.
I can Stand Cats, but they can never ever be a Pet for me.

Cats are DEMANDING,UNGRATEFUL Creatures
While, Dogs are Loving, Loyal, trustworthy Friends.

A Dog would have been the 1st animal to be domesticated.
There is always a link between Dogs and Men - an invisible Link of Loyalty and Friendship.

At one time, I had 4 dogs in my house. I got my First Dog - Rex when i was 12 year old. He was my best Pal. Whenever i had a fght with my parents or sister, i would go to the terrace of the house with Rex following me. He would sit with me, sometimes with his head in my lap, sometimes trying to cheer me up by horsing around, some times licking my face. I loved Rex So Much.He was the Darling of all the dogs in our house and my Mom considered him like a adopted son.

When my Mom died, All people who visited the house for offering their condolences would swear even now that Rex was Crying so loudly, and his Cry had pain of Loss in It.

When i grew up, went for Engineering in West bengal, I used to miss him so much. Whenever i used to come down home on Vacations...On seeing me at the Gate, Rex would making such a Noise that even neighbours know that i have come back.

He died of old age at 15 years (equivalent to 105 human years). I Miss him Now Also.

I have a few Photographs of him at home in Kerala (old fashioned Pics, not digital ones). I will get them scanned soon.

There is a website devoted to cute puppies - http://www.dailypuppy.com/
Its a site I Check every day to lighten up my heart. Its Full of cute adorable Puppies.
There I found a Photo of a Puppy which tugged at my heart - Though he is other folks' dog, this dog has some bonding with me.

I Use his Pic on the Screen of my personal and Official Laptops..whenever i feel down, I look at this puppy and some times talk with him to lighten my load.

Here is he - Cooper the Corgi Puppy

COOPER - THE CORGI PUPPY

The Boffi Mikikitchen - A Nice Concept, But Costly

2008-02-10T10:57:00.000+04:00

Recently I was surfing the Net and Found a Product Design that is so Useful to persons staying in a Single Room, who have do the cooking themselves, especially bachelors and Bachelorettes.

The Product is the Boffi Minikitchen, designed by Joe Columbo.

"The Minikitchen by Joe Colombo embraces a fluid lifestyle. Designed to be a mobile kitchen on wheels, the unit provides basic functionality including food preservation, cooking, storage and workspace. The trolley-like station offers a ceramic glass induction hotplate with touch control, a mini-refrigerator, storage compartments, cutlery drawers, outlets for small appliances, a pull-out worktop and a chopping board. Crafted from Marino multi-layer panels and Corian."

This Product costs around $13,000/- !!!!
If it had been cheaper, it would have sold like hot cake all over the world.

Lonely I

2008-02-09T18:42:00.000+04:00

Lonely I Sat Yesterday,
Lonely I sit Today,
Savouring The Pain,
Shedding No Tears,
Tomorrow I Carry No Hopes!

Youth - A Poem by Samuel Ullman - The Most Motivational Poem I have Ever Come Across

2008-02-01T22:15:00.000+04:00

I dont know when i came across this Poem. I think it was in one of those old Reader's Digests. This Poem has remained in my conscious and sub conscious mind for all the time. When ever i felt lost or felt let down or felt burnt out, i would recall the lines of the Poem and Life began fresh again for me.

Before the poem, let me say a few words about Samuel Ullman -

Samuel Ullman was a former confedate soldier, businessman, a very religious man and a poet too. At the age of 78 he wrote his most popular and motivating poem "Youth" - An optimistic Celebration of Youth.

He wrote: "Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals."

With a wave of optimism, the poem became a favorite of General Douglas MacArthur who framed and hung Ullman's words in his offices in Manila and Tokyo.

"Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart a love of wonder" Ullman said.

Youth was published in the Japanese version of Reader's Digest in 1946. The poem became an inspiration for the Japanese recovery after World War II. He remains popular in Japan today.

"You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair," he said.

This Poem has motivated the japanese after the World War II to come out of the ashes like a Phoenix and Build one of the best Economies.

The Poem

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YOUTH

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.

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I hope all those who read this on this blog will take the poem to their hearts and minds as i have done and recall it in the times of travails.

I have a minature modification of the poem as My Motto

"Youth Is the State Of The Mind, Not The State Of Being"

Cheers!

A Wish that A Creep Gets His Dues!!

2008-02-01T21:00:00.000+04:00

Though I am a Electrical Engineer, I am always interested in the following :

Ancient Civilizations, Archaeology and I avidly follow the expeditions all around the world via the internet.
Creation Vs. Evolution Debates.

I am an Agnostic and a part time Skeptic. I tend to believe in things only after i am satisfied with the evidence which i analyse with a real practical gift - Common Sense.

I am a user of Unexplained-Mysteries.com, a very respected forum on the internet and i discuss on various topics and often suggest news items which i feel is worth a mention on UM(as Unexplained-Mysteries is propularly known to its users)

There are many users on UM and most of them are well educated and well appraised of the world we live in. Every user has their own ideas, beliefs and points to state.

Most of them of are courteous and well mannered...

BUT

it is the current crop of youngsters fresh out of their diapers and holier than thou attitude that i cant stand.

A user to be particular, a 18 year old youth named 'A' who is fresh out of high school, who has not even dug 1 meter into the ground in his back yard hold forth on sub terranean civilizations and abuses all of us skpetics as if we are mental retards..this crap creep gets my goat and i dont let him go like that...i give him what he deserves but the creep has got a hide as thick as a hippo!!

I wish he gets his dues again!!

Just Out of Zid...A Girl's Future is Destroyed..A true Story I head from the horse's mouth!!

2008-01-29T22:28:00.000+04:00

A Few Nights back, on a Thursday, i caught a taxi back from the club where I had been to. The driver was quite talkative on the drive to my appartment.

While driving he was like.."Aahh. so you've been to the Dance Bar!! So how athe girls? beautiful?Yeah?"

I told him that i had been to the pub as usual on thursday nights for a few beers and to listen to the live band.

Soon his talk veered about the dance girls and suddenly told me - "They are nothing on the girl I married!!"

'So you are a lucky guy to have married a beautiful woman"

"Yes Sir. I am Lucky!!I married on the most beautiful girls in my illakah. I married her on a 'Zid" and have divorced her too!!"

I was suprised to hear that from him and asked him whether i heard him worng!

"No sir. I married her and then divorced her too!!"

"Then what was the use of your marriage?"

"I married her on Zid."

The word 'Zid'In urdu means literally

obduracy
noun
resoluteness by virtue of being unyielding and inflexible [syn: adamance]

But zid could refer to obstitancy/headstrong mentality.

He went on to tell his tale, where he was an unemploued guy in pakistan and he wanted to marry a very beutiful girl who was a distant realtive of his family. When he had informed his parents, they were reluctant about it, but since the guy was obstinant, they agreed to go to their relatives house to seek the hand of the girl in marriage.

Filmi-Style (as we say in hindi), his family was humiliated by the girl's mother. She wanted nothing to do with a family who were not well off and wanted to get her daughter married to a rich family. if the guy was so desperate to marry her, he will have to pay such and such lot of money and so many tolas of gold, build a big house near the girl's house etc.

The guy's heart broke and turned into sort of stone. (patthar ka dil). He came to Ras Al Khaimah in UAE, worked like a doney for years, saved every penny, went back, got all things done, married the girl, enjoyed his honey moon, went back to Ras Al Khaimah. When he went home to pakistan the next time, he divorced the girl.

"Now both the gril and her mother were kicked out of the house by the father and the father has married again!"
"Dont you feel bad that you have destroyed a girl's life? not even some soft corner in your heart for a girl who was once your wife?"
"No Sir. There is no place for emotions when one has Zid on his Mind"
"Very well. its your Life"
"So, you have deicided to stay a bachelor?"
"what a foolish question, Sir! I have already seen a girl, whom i plan to marry the next time i go home to pakistan. This time its for keeps!"
"All the best for your 2nd marriage"

By that time, we had reached the appartment and i paid him, walked off with his story in my mind!

Just Out Of Zid!!
A Girl's Life and Future is destroyed!
Just Out of Zid!

Before we blame him, let us understand this guy's background - From his talk i gathered that he is from a pashtun tribe in NWFP (North Western Frontier Province) in Pakistan, where Honour and pride are virtues!!
Had the guy not been able to marry the girl in revenge and on zid, his status in his tribe would have suffered and he would have been treated like an outcast becuase he was less a Man.
Since he has done what he had set his mind on - taking revenge by marrying the girl, he would be looked up to with admiration. But then, another lot of people will be looking at him anger too, because he divorced a girl, who belongs to their trible/family.

What a world!
Aye Khuda..App kaise Zamaana Bana diya??

Movie Ideas

2007-12-03T10:03:00.000+04:00

There was this discussion we had at the Forum on Unexplained-Mysteries.com and i had posted some ideas of mine there...

http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=103858&st=0

1. A mystery about Lake Titicaca, the nazca Lines and the mayan doomsday calendar all interlinked. lake titicaca as suspected was a the most important sea port...of the ancient world before a polar shift. as theorised by others...nazca lines were highway signs for spacecraft to land..and directions to various locations. a high tech archaeological team..dives into titicaca...finds an sealed entrance going deep...they open the entrance way and swim through and reach a cavern full of strange artifacts...one of the team accidentally activates one of the artifacts...but doesn't know..interstellar beacon...u can put in anything from annunaki to the borgs...an alien race...the reptilian creatures who had genetically produced the homo sapiens...catch on to it. meanwhile another race..the benevolent aliens..give any name u care..also latches on to the signal and both move towards earth..the annunaki to take over planet earth once again..the benevolent aliens to prevent and aid the humans..develop more further

2. Atlantis and Hollow earth. Ancient Atlantis, its technologies didn't die. When the world wide catastrophes caused by polar shifts occurred, the atlanteans shifted inside the hollow earth via the great opening near the poles. Some contacts were developed by atlanteans with the second generation humans...who formed cults and worshipped the atlanteans....the gods and goddesses of Hinduism ..could be interpreted as atlanteans. present day - scientist predict another polar shift. The big brother America's technology vultures ..going thru ancient manuscripts decodes a manuscript considered non -decodable (not the voynich manuscript..voynich's considered child's scribble in front of this manuscript)..and leads to clues to the technology of the atlanteans. Free Science Movement - which advocates all technology should be shared among all the nations oppose America's technology vultures....the movement also is highly advanced technologically and militarily....backed by some countries and trusts.both follow clues, crossing each others many times and enter the hollow earth ..just to get in between a civil war between altalnteans...dog eat dog..but the vultures and the movement have to band together to save their skin....gigantic battle ..flying machines of atlanteans...vs Apache helicopters, harriers, flying jet packed soldiers of vultures & the movement....atlanteans .. stop war...decide to integrate into the present world...and share their technology...but vultures try some backstabbing ..to kidnap...the atlantean top techno heads...again a battle...the movement wins the war...peace.....

3. In a distant planet in a distant galaxy, some life forms (not necessarily human, but humanoid) called ekki lived in a highly technologically advanced state on a planet called niburu. However technologically advanced they were, Genetic Manipulation was not allowed there. But a few scientists..secretly modify the genetic code of their own race and create the human being. situated on garden island in the middle of a vast ocean which was not that much accessible to others, they carried on their genetic manipulations creating other genetic monstrosities. Humans who were created were treated as slaves, to do the menial works there. Once scientist -anu, who helped create a superior human being had a soft corner for him since he was created his own genetic stock..had a father son relationship with the human whom we may call manu. (anu-na-ekki - anu of the ekki..or something and manu can be related to the first human created as per hindu mythology). anu, behind the back of the other scientists, programmed to sleep induce teach manu's brain with their entire knowledge. manu, now more knowledgeable, rallies fellow slaves and fights against their masters....mean while ,some other scientists working on a teleportation portal accidentally create a time-space portal which breaks the plane tout of the orbit, transports it out of the solar system to a new solar system on the random and in highly elliptical orbit..in the new system. the planet is going out of the solar system and everything is freezing out. the battle between the humans and the ekki is getting over.....anu manages to get a few of the humans and asks them to escape the plane in a cryogenically equipped pod designed and programmed to find the most suitable planet to match the human's life form...while anu himself is shot dead by the other ekkis.the planet niburu..goes into freeze and out of the solar system while humans land on planet earth....all other humans except manu and a woman die...second portion /sequel can be after millions of years...the planet niburu ..which had been teleported from a distant galaxy and thrown into an elliptical orbit in our solar system comes back into the solar system, thawing out and the ekki now finds the human's planet...earth /terra.....with a highly advanced civilisation..they cant bear this since humans were their creation and their slaves.................

What Have We Become?

2007-12-02T21:31:00.000+04:00

When I was Young, I had a Dream!

When I was Young, I had Ideals!

When I was Young, I was Pure!

Now, What Have I become?

I still remember those days, when i used to think of being an ideal human being, someone all could look up to, someone who would help others when in need, someone who would be loved by all.

I saw corruption all around me! I reaffirmed my self with positive thinking that I Will Not Be Tainted By it.

I saw the degradation in Relationships. I consoled my self saying, i will be a true human, a true son, brother, husband, father and friend.

I saw love getting commercialised! I was sure my love will be Honest and True!

But what was around me, snared me in the web, without even me realising it.

I became Corrupt myself! I Paid bribes - to get a confirmed ticket, to get ahead in the que, to secure myself, I took insider information, I played dirty in bsuness deals..the list is long!

Love Died on Me! I forgot when i first felt "Love". I became a "Practical" Man - A Selfish Man, who loves only himself.

I forgot when i really smiled.

I forgot when i really laughed!

I became something that is sort of living an automated existence with the sole aim of surviving!

What Have I Become?

What I am Feeling is the same that most of you also feel at sometimes, but we push it all down again thinking that there is no room for sentiments, there is no room for weak hearts, we have to get ourself tough..etc.

But again,

Are we what We wanted to Be?

The Last Month...Hey I am Bitching Now!!

2007-10-14T14:40:00.000+04:00

There has been a gap in my posting! Not that i am a frequent blogger like the others, but even on my own standards, it was quite a big gap of time.

I was Busy!! Plain Truth!

I got a New Job, Moved to a New Place, and add to it the month of Ramadan.

I joined Toshiba Corporation - Power Systems Division as Electrical Engineer on August 13th, 2007. On the very same day, i shifted with the whole lot of baggage to Ras Al Khaimah, a quaint Backwater City in the Northern portion of UAE. (Ras Al Khaimah is the Northern Most Emirate of United Arab Emirates). I am now the Electrical Enginer/In-Charge for a 400/132 kv Grid Substation Project for Transco in R.A.K.

Now, I've got 'busy' in site. basically its all Civil Engineering Works that are on going, but it requires initial works from Electrical Dept. and Constant co-ordination.

Post has been edited since, i was actually bitching about someone whom i dont like at all. Well, folks who work with me knows whos this person...so i leave it to between us and have deleted the bitching section!

Ras Al Khaimah Sucks! Sucks Big Time!

For folks who got a life, this ain't the place.

For folks who prefer a chilled out, idyllic life, this is the place.

You wait for an eternity to see something move here!

But my Motto is " Make Hay While The Sun Shines" And I Hope The Sun is up for Most of the Time!

Live and Let Live!

2007-07-19T10:17:00.000+04:00

Live & Let Live!

The song goes...
I am my Own Man,
I do My Own Thing.......
Yeah! of course...every human being is an individual, with seperate identities, mannerisms, charachter, likes and dislikes!
When these individual human beings contribute together, the society is formed. in a society, there is give and take, acceptance of another's being, undestanding of each others characters and so on.
for me, I was brought up in a household, where i was taught it was impolite even to point you finger, let alone comment on another individual. my mother and the sunday school taught me...
If you point ONE FINGER at another person,
Remember, 4 FINGERS are pointing back at you!

But all those old school morals are gone now. The youth of today (i have met many in the very circle i mingle) doesnt care if they hurt another individuals feelings by commenting on him or her!
We all have our own space! if somebody penetrates that space , be it physically or verbally, the most automatic response is to go on the defensive..its human conditioning!
So to all those folks out there...resepect me and my space, i respect you and yours
Live and let Live!
Jusst like in facebook...if u poke, i poke back....its automatic..
if u insult, i insult back and dont feel bad when i sult you..coz that was of course coming for you!
think before you leap or speak.....you may fall down or you may never be able to take back what you have spoken!

Ciao!

So ..Live and Let Live!

give it a title..please?

2007-07-19T10:16:00.000+04:00

what title do i give it?
Why I Write?

Why Do I Write? I don’t Know!
Why Do I Write?
May be To Express My Self.

I write the same way as I Speak. I Speak the same way as I think. So it's all direct from the heart and quite often spontaneous.

I am not a master at stringing words like some of my friends who have a knack to line up words to express their feelings with the correct rhyming and all that poetry mumbo jumbo!

I do wish that I could join some creative workshop and learn how to use words more appropriately, but then, I am too shy to show them my earlier written works – I am a closet writer and lyricist!

So, what I felt about the partiality or sort of apartheid in the work place or society in the Middle East, especially in Dubai and Abu Dhabi where I work, I wrote down these words. I don’t have any title for these words – I can't call it a poem because a poem must have all the poem mumbo jumbo like rhyming etc. So To all those who ever read these words, if you could come up with a title, do let me know!

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Brother! You're No Alien!
There's no different blood in you veins!
You and I,
We walk the same path,
We undertake the same Journey
From the womb to the grave!

Does being born elsewhere make a difference?
Does being of a different colour warrant a drastic difference?
In my Country I may be a prince and you a pauper,
Or Vice Versa!
But over here, the color of the skin changes the status quo!

Does being Schooled elsewhere change anything?
Even if you are a drop out, you treated with respect!
But, for us even those who have mastered their sciences,
Eke Out a Living so low compared to yours!

You are entitled to part of the blame!
For Allowing for the system!
It’s the mentality of the natives that’s the root of the evil!
If they realize their own potential,
What the use of you and me over here, Brother?

I don’t know about others!
But for me, I am Sure-
Do Listen to me, Brother!
Don’t ever look down on me!
Or ever talk to me condescendingly!

As King Porus told Alexander,
Treat me in the manner,
A King would treat another King!
Don’t ever raise your voice against me,
For you'll fine me hollering back at you!
Don’t ever raise your hand on me,
For you will find yourself being stomped to the ground!

Brother, I am an extremely new Social Species!
Adaptive, sociable as well as worldly wise,
One who knows his worth and is proud of it,
And who is dangerous whenever the need arises!

So take your pick -
Be My friend, My Peer, My Brother?
Or
Be My Enemy, who doesn’t command my respect,
And whom I will surely cut down like the weeds?

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I have had very rude experiences with my so-called brothers and after the incidents of these rude incidents; they too had very bad experiences- if you got my point?
Every action has an opposite reaction –
You push me, I don’t push you back, I slam you down!
You Insult me, I rip your rude tongue Out
– for I am doing a service – Once Jesus taught something like - if your eye looked at a woman indecently, rip it out, its better to enter heaven without it than with it…..so I am just doing a service!

You shake my hand in friendship, You are my Brother!

Self Pity....the greatest vice of all!

2007-06-28T12:15:00.001+04:00

Why Me?

There times this Guy used to cry!
Why Me?
Why Me?
Why does it always happen to Me?

He never saw the silver lining on the cloud's edge!
All he saw was gloomy, black and dark!
He never had friends,
For no one wanted a whiner for a friend!
He never fell in love,
For the girls wanted all the flowery words!
he never succeeded in his endeavors,
For he never thought on the positive side!

One fine day,
This buddy of Ours!
Decided its nough for him in this Big Bad World!
He tried to end his life by hanging on a rope!
But then, even Death didnt want him!

But by the luck of the draw,
Some sense tricled into his brain!
he realised self pity was the greates of all vices!
He shook all his leathargy off,
He stood up and moved..and has never stopped ever since!
And of course,
He smiled,
Made friends,
Fell in love (many times!!),
Married and has a wonderful Family!
Climbs the Career ladder at ease, ever sure of himself!

folks..that guy above..was me!

The Open Door - one of my Spontaneous poems

2007-06-16T13:56:00.000+04:00

The Open Door

The Door is Always Open,
Many Come and Go!
Leaving Bits of Memories!
Both Good and Bad!
Sweet, Bitter Sweet and Utter Bitter Ones!

The Door is Always open,
There were days I wished it was Closed!
Those days in Lonliness I spent,
Contemplating on my Life and Doings!
Wishing I could change the Past!

The Door is Always Open,
There were days i wished some would enter!
I spent those days in lonliness,
yearing for some friendly touch and talk,
But none were there and i Wept in darkness!

The Door is Always Open,
There were days i wished i had more Doors,
Then were the times i was revelling in friendship!
But some left to never come back,
Some slowly faded by their own doings or mine!

The Door is Always Open,
You are anytime welcome in Stranger!
I will listen to the stories of your life,
And tell you some of mine
Ans sk you - Can You Be My Friend?

- I wrote this little bit when i felt i was lonley, exactly to say at 2.00 pm on saturday, June, 2007.

On Lonliness!

2007-06-10T08:25:00.000+04:00

Earlier, I used to feel so lonley. I was basically an introvert, who as a child used to run and hide whenever guests came to my home! I used to find it difficult to introduce myself and talk with them. This stayed with me almost till my high school!
But when i started my engineering college life in a place thats quite far away from my home, i had to interact with new people and make new friends -
i had to change myself
i had to get out off my shell
i had to interact with people
i had to lose the fear!

and i did lose it.

But making friends was always difficult for me.
If i made a friend, it was for life. But i was not making many friends and those i have made are still friends.
Then again i felt lonley!
Then, as a rule of survival of the fittest - i had to evolve - make friends...go out and make the effort!
I did!
I got a lot of friends and my days are not so lonley!!

i got a lot of pals through orkut -
I had joined orkut just for the whim of it an i found that there was a communityt called Desi partying in Abu Dhabi in it - they party of course, but decently ! and its more a friends circle, u get in u become a friend to us all. it so good!

Should I say..Long Live orkut???

Lets wait n See.

A Little bit of Lonliness is awlays nice, then and there you could sit alone and think, imagine and plan!

Hafiz Poems - Tit Bits

2007-05-15T12:55:00.000+04:00

I recently came across some poetry which is so beautiful and so sublime, I cant help but share it with you all :

Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.

Hafiz
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The only vision I have is your sight
The only thing I follow is your light.
Everyone finds his repose in sleep,
Sleep from my eyes has taken flight.

Hafiz
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In times of youth, drinking is better.
With the joyful, linking is better.
The world is a mere temporal inn;
With the shipwrecked, sinking is better.

Hafiz
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With fate you still hope to trade;
Passage of time should make you afraid.
You said no color comes after black,
I said my black hair to white degrade.

Hafiz
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Spend time with wine by a stream,
And let sorrows away stream.
My life, like a rose, is but few days;
Youthful and joyous live this dream.

Hafiz
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All treasures ain’t worth this oppression.
All pleasures ain’t worth one transgression.
Not even seven thousand years of joy
Is worth seven days of depression.

Hafiz
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My broken heart’s sorrows are deep.
Painful, disturbed, broken my sleep.
If you don’t believe, send me your thoughts
And you will see how in sleep I weep.

Hafiz
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One, beautiful and full of grace
Mirror in hand, grooming her face
My handkerchief I offered, she smiled,
Is this gift also part of the chase?

Hafiz
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Since the flower withers in the dark,
The bud blooms to leave its mark,
Happy is the heart, light as a bubble,
At the tavern is naked, stark.

Hafiz
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You can buy everyone with gold;
Either in one shot, or slowly are sold.
Even the narcissus, pride of the world,
Sold itself, why, its crown of gold behold.

Hafiz
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Such Beautiful bits!. Small, yet beautiful to read and sublime to the consciousness.

True Love???????????

2007-05-14T14:34:00.000+04:00

Is there any true love?

I remember reading one story about Birbal, the Mughal Emperor Akbar’s minister, one of the navratnas of Akbar's court! Akbar and Birbal are arguing on "Love".
Akbar states that a Mother’s love for her child is the greatest kind of Love on the earth.
Birbal states that the greatest love on earth is the love for oneself, one of self preservation.
Akbar challenges Birbal to prove it.
Birbal arranges a female monkey and its child to be put into a deep pit and the pit to be flooded with water gradually.
The female monkey first tries to protect its child by keeping it on hits head and at one stage when it realises that the water has risen to such a level that it will drown, it throws the baby away, tries and escapes from the pit. The female monkey knew that since it is alive, it could have other babies, but if its own life is gone, where would the babies come from?

Is there true love?
No!

All love is conditional.

There is a catch with each and every declaration of love!

When a husband and wife talks about death, the wife’s first words will be“If you die, who will be there to protect and provide for me and my children?”

There is nothing but the sense of self preservation and preservation of ones kind- its in the genes! genetically all humans are selfish and programmed to make sure that their genus/human kind is never extinct!

Why do women and men marry?

Women for the sense of security and a lesser sense of love – basically a sense of self preservation or preservation of the human genus (especially hers)

Why do men marry?

The basic motive is - self preservation or preservation of the human genus (especially his).

What is a marriage?

Its the outcome of a sort of a chauvinist attitude – to get the woman before another gets her and a lesser sense of love – basically a sense of conquest!

Do you remember the cartoons of the caveman dragging a woman by the hair?

What was he doing?

Claiming her to be his. In the ancient times, when the institution of marriage did not exist, any man could lay claim on a woman and normally more than one man used to lay claim on a woman thus giving rise to fights, feuds and of course battles or wars.

The wise old cavemen of those times decided to institute the ceremony of marriage as a Notice that this woman is claimed and no other man can have her.

A similar practise is the act of wearing bindi on the forehead in India which proclaims that I am married and do not approach me. (Extra marital affairs doesn’t give a damn to these warnings, the culprits go and fuck – that’s all).

So, marriage is just a warning Danger Do not approach notice to other men.

Also, looking from another point of view as Osho (aka Bhagwan Rajneesh) said
“Marriage is prostitution by License”.
The basic urge of all humans is self preservation or preservation of the human genus (especially his) and it gave rise to the second most important urge – Sex.
Having sex without marriage might be a taboo in many societies.
So legalising a union between a man and a woman gave rise to constant procreation and a boom in population.
A society without any bindings is akin to being free of all.
Hmm thats all for now....

Love Fool - a Lyric!

2007-05-14T14:28:00.000+04:00

My Lyrics/poems are not good ones….
I am not so adept with words like Arun (my friend whose blog contains a lot of beautiful poems - http://roonrao.blogspot.com/)..
my lyrics/poems are quite spontaneous, I write the skeleton and add on lines here and there…bringing it to a shape that’s acceptable to me (mind it..acceptabe to me, ONLY!. I don’t care what others say!)

Let’s start with a spontaneous one…
let the topic be

LOVE FOOL

All have told that my heart is footloose!
Running and bounding all over,
Hoping with eternal hope that my love will come!
Bound and Rebound from one to another.

Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!

All have told my heart is super strong!
Growing strong with every ache!
How could it suffer so many a heartbreak!
How could it regain from the aches it suffers!

Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!

All have told me that my heart is foolish!
Always hoping for the perfect love!
Eternal dumb lover on the prowl,
With eagerness to tumble head over heels again!

Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!

Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool
Ever a sucker for love!
Every time my heart breaks,
Its back to hoping for the next one!

Love Fool, Love Fool, Love Fool (repeat to fade)

camfrog anyone??

2007-05-06T13:08:00.000+04:00

When chatting and instant messaging gained popularity on the net, yahoo ruled the roosts, while other chat softwares went to hibernation or slow deaths.

But whats with yahoo nowadays?
Yahoo has become a breeding ground for all sorts of sexual perverts and sex hungry folks,
for bots advertising sex and all ills,
gays all over the room asking for m2m or c2c,
guys in girls nicks asking to watch your cam,
if you have a cam, and you go into a chat room, they click on view your webcameven without the courtesy of chatting to you.

where has yahoo gone? to the cats and gods of course.

Now, check out camfrog, a beautiful video chatting software - all rooms are moderated. if any under aged person tries to come into a adult chatroom (adult chatroom doesnt necessarily mean sex chat room - a place where adults chat..thats all)..he or she gets kicked out of the room. There are all ages rooms. All rooms are moderated for use of abusive language, flooding, spamming or linking.

MODERATION IN CHAT ROOMS IS WHAT YAHOO IS MISSING.

folks out there..ditch yahoo and try camfrog at camfrog.com
pro code is just 50 USD only..worth the buy.

and ditch yahoo mail too and use gmail.

Musings...........

2007-04-30T14:38:00.000+04:00

Musings for the Day!
A few days back I was going through the "Gulf News" and I found an Advertisement "Revolutionary Property prices" with a large Silhouette of Che’ Guevara in the back ground!
I wonder what a proper Revolutionist like Che had to do with Real Estate in Dubai?

I am not a communist or a revolutionist, but in don’t like the fact that these morons are using Che as a copywriter’s brainwave to jack up the value of the Ad.

Che stood for something that what the Ad is trying to promote – fightig against inequality in the people.
Who lives in the Free Holds?
Richie Riches and wannabe Richie Riches!
Where does equality come into the picture here when a crap copywriter puts Che’s picture as an eye catcher for the Ad with a tag line "Revolutionary Property Prices"??

Advertisements should entertain and let you remember the product when you go for shopping!!And not put some crap ideas and feel that the people will remember the stuff and buy the product.
There are icons, personalities that are saleable and that can be put into Ad, but there is a limit and these crapheads think anything goes!!

I still remember some old Ads in Indian Newspaper/Magazines for a Coffee "MR Coffee". One was a woman with a full figure, whose sari has fallen off or is low to show the low cut blouse and a damn (damn!) sexy cleavage! (Those were the days of hormone imbalance in us guys!! Well..Well)
and another one had Mallaika Arora and her hubby Aarbaz Khan in a Sexy Sexy posture!!

Sex did and does sell.
That of course was the USP of the Ad.
The coffee was crap but the Ad caught the eye of many people and even some guys got to drinking MR Coffee thinking it was some sort of Aphrodisiac. Hee Hee.

I had one idea once.
In Calcutta there was one brand of ice-cream called "Big Ones".
In the Ad in my mind I envisioned a really busty, sexy girl holding two Big One Ice creams in front of her bust (hee hee) and saying "I’ve got these Big Ones Especially FOR YOU". Hee hee.

If the Ad had ever made into print, it would have created a similar storm like the MR Coffee Ads!
But then, I was an engineering student and not an ad copywriter.
Imagine some ad for an electrical drill - a sexy woman holding an electrical drill or posing next to a display of drills. What the hell does a woman have to do with the drill (unless you think in innuendo!!)?
What they do is bring you attention to the Ad and the product.
Again sex/sexy sells!Funny Ads also stay in people’s minds.

The ericsson mobile Ad in which – one old /not so old business man is sitting at a restaurant and sees a beautiful woman who is holding her hand to her ears covered by her hair.
She is talking huskily and romantically looking at the business man and nodding. The guy thinks she is calling him and asks "me?" She says "Yes! You!". He walks up to her and sands tip top near her and she removes her hand from under her hair, switches off the mobile and says "water please". Kya bada KLPD!!

This was an Ad that stayed long in the minds of the people and I don’t actually know whether there was any rise in sales of ericsson mobiles. By the way Ericsson is out of business!!
I sometimes think that I actually got into the wrong profession.
But the one I am in now- as an engineer – I am doing well and enjoying what I do.
hat’s the secret – whatever profession you are in, do the job in a way that you enjoy doing it.

But then again, I do want to be a copywriter!! At least a freelance one.
But I don’t know the tricks of the trade!

Enough of Ads for the moment!

Next topic is America in the movies!
Just a few points only

It’s always America

That the aliens attack!
That wins the war with aliens!
That the terrorists attack!
That beats off the terrorists or defuses the nuclear bomb in milliseconds.
That Natural disasters strike!
Who comes out like a phoenix after a natural disaster.!
Where ghosts and mutant cats, dogs, mice, whatever animal you can think of, attack!
Who survives the ghouls and the mutants!
Who ends the movie saying "We will prevail."!

I have run out of points on America ….let me know of a few.

Next topic – Reality Talk Shows like Jerry Springer or Maury Povich!

Ever watched the Jerry Springer Show? A totally crap show which has everyone’s aunt and uncle and momma and poppa and even their illegitimate offspring washing their undies in the public!Similarly The Maury Povich Show is more cleaner and welcome to the family (I bet only to the parents only).
But it still has everyones…………………washing their undies again!
Why do the people of the developed nations have a tendency to reveal their darkest secrets in the public? The audience indeed is laughing at them and they do know it and they feel a sort of sadomasochist feeling – self depreciation?? I don’t know the hell about it!I watch only two shows every day – The Maury Povich show and the mythbusters (we will come to it later).

Why do I watch Maury?
To laugh at the crazy people wash their dirty undies!!
And sometimes to see heat warming moments of reconciliation!!
It is pure entertainment!!
Modern man’s attitudes and psychological requirements have changed now.
They enjoy self pity!
They enjoy being laughed, spit and mauled at!
What do you call such behaviour?

Mythbusters

Mythbusters is the only show I eagerly watch.
Both Jaime and Adam are amazing.
They are two contrasting personalities! Jamie is more sober and sensible. Adam on the other hand is really a juvenile.

And the things they do!!

I love the show.

There was this episode of Mythbusters where the myth was that you can light your own farts! It was banned, but you can look it up on U-Tube.

Then,

here are the KLPD/LKB Shayaris for all those (those who can understand hindi/urdu) out there…..

Paani mein Whiskey milao ta nasha chadta hai.
Paani mein Rum milao to nasha chadta hai.
Paani mein Brandy milao to nasha chadta hai.
Saala paani mein hi kuch gadbad hai.
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Sharab Ek Bimari hai .Jo saare samaj ko khatam kar rahi hai.
To aao milkar is bimari ko khatam karen.
Ek bottle tum khatam karo ek bottle hum khatam karen.
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Agar zindagi main kuch kar dikhana hai to
kuch aisa karo ki jis shaher,jis gali, jis mod se gujro
wahan ke har ghar se awaaz aaye, Papa aa gaye, Papa aa gaye!********************************************************************
Yeh jo haseeno ke baal hote hai,
ladko ko fasaane ke jaal hote hai,
na jaane kitno ke khoon piye honge inhone,
tabhi to inke honth laal hote hai
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Umeedo ki manjil toot gayi
aankho se ashqo ki dhara beh gayiare
tumahri bhi kya izaat reh gayi jab office ki ladki bhaiya keh gayi
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Have fun!

My Closet Lyrics

2007-04-30T14:04:00.000+04:00

WARNING : IF YOU ARE A MINOR -PARENTAL SUPERVISION REQUIRED TO READ
OR IF YOU CONSIDER YOURSELVES IMMATURE AND KIDDISH OR STRAIGHT LACED AND ORTHODOX - DONT BOTHER TO READ THIS PARTICULAR POST - AS IT CONTAINS PROFANE LANGUAGE.

TRAINING DAY

Lend me your Hand,
I will make it wield a bloody scalp!
Lend me your Feet,
I will make them trample on the weak!
Lend me your Mouth,
I will form it to spout blasphemy!

This is the Training Day!
Welcome to the Production Bay!
You are part of the Processed Goods,
Getting Punched into Existence,
Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!

Lend me your Being,
Let me strip off everything Positive!
Lend me your heart,
I will fill it to the brim with Bile!
Lend me your tongue,
I will fork it like a snake’s!

This is the Training Day!…………
………………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!

Lend Me your Friends,
I will transform them into Fiends!
Lend me your Family,
I will turn them into your Bother’s keepers!
Let me your Wife,
I will make her the Whore of the World!

This is the Training Day!……………
……………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!

Lend me your Town,
Let me reinvent it as a nest of snakes!
Lend me your School,
Let me teach the kiddies how to maul!
Lend me your Soul,
Let me reveal it as the Monster it is!

This is the Training Day!……………
……………Moulded in lots like Disposable Cups!!

[I penned this while I was taking a Course on Safety and I was feeling bored. I was and am sick of how the society standardises everything – the people, the products, the activities, ....everything is standardised..just like same looking, feeling like disposable cups being made at a plastic factory !!]

NO-MAN’S LAND

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Welcome to the Greatest Reality Show in the World,
Let me take you into the midst of it all,
I guarantee that you will never be disappointed!
You will howl in fear and laughter!
You will cry till your spleen bursts to pieces,
You will roar till you keel over dead as a door nail !!
Ready? Steady? GO!

This is the No-Man’s Land!
Where the Wheel of time has Stood Still!
This is the No-Man’s Land,
Where the mind is anaesthetised for ever!
This is the No-Man’s Land,
Where hearts have forgotten how is to cry……….and laugh!

We live in the gloomy day and glossy dark,
Stumbling over each other,
Sticking knife after knife into one and all,
Perverted minds lurking in shadows,
Children no longer play in the ground,
All are eager for blood and money,
Red blood eyes and stiffened veins,
Splashing around in filth like a PIG!
Rape and Pillage are hobbies common!

This is the No-Man’s Land!…………
……………………..Where hearts have forgotten how is to cry……….and laugh!

We are the fallen angels,
Who even God can’t suffer!
Living on an interdicted planet,
Where even aliens fear to tread,
We love blood and gore and horror flicks!
Do we know the greatest monster of them all?
US!We kill for fun and rape for thrills!
The basest of all beings,
Shoot the God who created us in his form,
How more viler should he be than us???

This is the No-Man’s Land!……………
…………………..Where hearts have forgotten how is to cry……….and laugh!

Had your fun? Go Blast your Brains! You “@£&$”!)”!

[Again….this was a theme I had from my college days! I transformed a bit to include the reality show stuff…..but it is all about us, the filth]

Mama’s Boy (Haar! Haar!)

Mama’s Boy, Clinging to her Skirts!
Mama’s Boy, Still in yer Diapers!
Sucking on yer Thumb, (Haar! Haar!)
Pulling the Wagon, (Haar! Haar!)
Pansy with his Dolls, (Haar! Haar!)
Wetting your Bed, (Haar! Haar!)

Don’t you Wanna Grow Up?
Don’t you Wanna Stand Up?
Like your Good ol’ man?
Who commanded respect!
And not a Pansy Like you Creep!

Mama’s Boy, Squirming in her Lap!
Mama’s Boy, Still donno how to count!
King of Yer World? (Haar! Haar!)
Throwing Spittle Around! (Haar! Haar!)
Still the Block Bully! (Haar! Haar!)
Running Amok! (Haar! Haar!)

Don’t you Wanna Grow Up? …………………
………………And not a Pansy Like you Creep!

Mama’s Boy, Still Suckling at her Breast!
Mama’s Boy, Still Stumbling on yer walk!
Snot Dripping from yer Nose! (Haar! Haar!)
Drooling like a Retard! (Haar! Haar!)
Never a Good Word! (Haar! Haar!)
Malaprop is your Name! (Haar! Haar!)

Don’t you Wanna Grow Up? …………………
………………And not a Pansy Like you Creep!Don’t you Wanna Grow Up?
Don’t you Wanna Grow Up? ……………………………
………………………And not a Pansy Like you Creep![Fade…..]

[I penned this one when I saw a sculpture of a mother and child and thought of the statue of liberty and the creep GWB and imagined liberty to be the mother and GWB as the snotty kid! Enjoy!]

V.O.H (Com’on Lets SIN!)

This is the Voice Of Hades!
And This is your Ever Fantastic Host – Satan calling!
Welcome to the ever running, infinite talk show!
Yo! Man! This is the happening Show!

If you are Hungry ‘n’ you grab a bread to eat, IS IT A SIN?
If you are Craving for Sex ‘n’ you Screw a gal, IS IT A SIN?
If you are clobbered ‘n’ you hammer back, IS IT A SIN?
If you are Poor ‘n’ you steal to live, IS IT A SIN?

Yo! Man! Is SIN a Crime?
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!

Listen to The Voice Of Hades,
It’s the real beacon!
Heed its voice!
To hell to all the pious Masochists!
Let them revel in their holier than thou life!
Satisfying your needs is NEVER A CRIME, NEVER A SIN!

If you are Hungry ‘n’ you ……………..…………………………………………..
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!

Listen to The Voice Of Hades,
It’s the real beacon!
Heed its voice!
Being Holy is so Brolly!
Abstinence is denying!
Indulgence is satisfying!

Satisfying your needs is NEVER A CRIME, NEVER A SIN!

If you are Hungry ‘n’ you ……………..…………………………………………..
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!

Listen to The Voice Of Hades,
It’s the real beacon!
Heed its voice!
Being humble is not paying,
you get trampled on and on
Don’t turn the other cheek!
Rip it off your assailant’s face!
Satisfying your needs is NEVER A CRIME, NEVER A SIN!
If you are Hungry ‘n’ you ……………..…………………………………………..
Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!Nah! Nah Nah!
Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Nah!....[Fades]

[This is another theme I had from my college days! Once I heard the Voice of America and decided to create something similar to it, but of Hades! I honestly feel that there is no such thing as SIN and it is all a product of Religious Assholes! I hate religion! It puts you in a straightjacket! .......Listen and Heed!]

Scotty Does Know! (And How he paid them in Full)

Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!

How you were hitting it with the whore Fiona!
How you thought that Scotty didn’t know!
How you laughed at him while you had fun!
How you cheated on him while you thought he held the whore dear!
How you thought him predictable!

Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!

Scotty is Unpredictable!
Scotty just ripped your mum to pieces and fed the bits to the plants!
Scotty just skinned your Daddy, replacing the flimsy curtains!
Scotty just Raped your Sisters, now they walk on their fours!
Scotty just burned up your place, better look for someplace else to live!

Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!

Hey you bitch Fiona!
Did ya think Scotty was a nerd?
Scotty just liked to play, like a kitten plays with the mice!
Scotty just boffed your mom and she loved to the hilt!
Scotty just cracked your brother, now he doesnt have a head!
Scotty just burned up your house as well! It’s a nice bonfire!

Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Your creep Rocker!
Scotty Does Know!

And Scotty gonna Come for you creeps!
Scotty gonna play with you until you are one again with the world,
In bits and pieces and dust..
being one again with the world!

Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
Scotty Does Know!
[Fades…….ending with a maniacal laugh]

[I watched a movie “Eurpotrip”, in which the hero Scotty get dumped his girlfriend and in insulted in front of all at a party by the rocker (who was all the while screwing fiona behind scotty’s back, while scotty thought her to be his girl) and there is a song in the movie called “Scotty Doesn’t Know”!! SO I imagined if Scotty was a real psycho charachter ...i just imagined what he would do..when he is rubbed the wrong way...]

To any one who reads these lyrics……
Do send in your comments….
all praise and all comments and all sort of shit is welcome….

You! My Friend!

2007-04-30T13:36:00.000+04:00

You, My Friend

You, My Friend!
Where are you?
Don’t you ever think of the days we were together?
How we met and how we gelled?
What fun we had together with all our pals!
How we cried over broken hearts and broken bones!

You, My Friend!
What do you do?
Don’t you ever think of the future we together planned?
How we argued over what the future holds?
Reasonable ambitions with achievable targets!
Little Little wishes that were waiting to be fulfilled!

You, My Friend!
Why Don’t you Call?
Don’t you remember our promise to stay in touch?
How we called ourselves blood brothers!
Born different, but one as an entity?
I miss your calls and the get-togethers we used to have.

You, My friend!
Why have you changed?
Don’t you remember our ideals and ethics of our youth?
Standing against the society, the evils and the corruption!
High ideals, reasonable sense!We were about to change the World!

You, my Friend!
Why are you like this?
Don’t you remember the good old you, for what you were?
Good heart and Good Mind, to help and rise with everyone!
But now, we are doing what we hated with our hearts!
Are you still the same or have you metamorphosed to something lesser?

You, my Friend!
Come Back to me!
I wish we could go back in time And Correct our wrongs!
Start over again and be what we cherised to be!

[This lyrics..cannot be called a lyric..something that I have just typed on the impromptu and added a few lines here and there. It is about my friends and it I dedicated to those friends.]
I had (do I still have them?) some good friends.
A wonderful group during my college days –

Arun Rao (Roon) is with HP. He did his MBA from XIM, Bubhaneshwar and is married to Shwetha whom he fell in love ;) with while in XIM. Too Busy to have kids.

Sabas Fernando (Saby, 2D) is with TELCO. He is married to Deepa(is that her name?) and has a daughter!

Arijit (Insect/Bon Bon) is with IBM (when I last heard) and is married to his LKG/Chaddi times Sweetheart (forgot her name) and has a kid (forgot whether it is a boy or a girl) . God knows whether it is a boy or a girl.

Jim Mathews (Jimbo) is in Bangkok, Thailand and is married and has two kids (don’t know whether they are boys or girls).

Pranav Chaudhary (Pranni) is with IBM (last known) and is married and has two kids (2 daughters I think).

As for me

Roshan (Snakey), I am in the Middle East – Abu Dhabi, UAE - I work as a Electrical & Instrumentation project Manager with a Construction/Contracting Co in Oil & Gas Field & District Cooling Schemes. I am married to Sofi, who is a civil Engineer and have a 6 yr old son - Joshua.

We lose touch…we try again….one of us tries..emails and there is a flurry of emails and again it is back to limbo.
I give a lot of gaalis to the guys and they respond again……May be in the future, we plan to have a get-together some times.