Pressures.

Pressure.
Equals Force/Area. Equals (nRT)/V. Equals a feeling one experiences.

I like nerdy opening lines. It helps me differentiate people on the basis of their interest to read. No one is above the other, but I definitely like people who read beyond these mundane beginnings.

Finals are in less than a week and I'm already feeling the heat. So much so that I should change my housing address to 116 Sigma Dr., Clemson, SC 29634. That's the address to The Cooper Library of CU. I spend more time there than I do in my apartment. Seems fair because isn't this the American approach to learning? My last three days have been torrid with last minute quizzes and assignments that I barely submitted on time. It's interesting to see this track in my life because it's all new to me. I have studied more in the past three months than high school and first two years of college combined. Yes, that's how hectic it is here. 

I used to watch movies where they portrayed the life of an average American college student. It seemed implausible to see a guy run around campus, enter classes just in time and skip meals altogether. However, it is EXACTLY how it is in real life minus the sex starved scenes and the highly improbable wild parties. I might be wrong for I'm just another foreigner in a foreign land or I live off campus or my major does not lie in the liberal arts. Yes offense.

There's no rant today, today I take the introspection route. I realized I need to start taking the coursework seriously and stop slacking around like before. Yes, the workload earlier was easy and one could slack their ass off to good grades, however, one needs to start taking things a bit more in one's stride and work towards it. Another aspect that drives me mad is the lack of sports I have been into and the hobbies I have discarded completely. Work needs to be done on that aspect. It's been all work and no play, and I have become a dull boy.

In other news, everything's been normal. There have been a few arguments, a few cold shoulder treatments and a lot of mindless fun which now when I think about wasn't really fun. It was a bit creepy and weird. Meh.

I haven't spoken to The One in a long time before today. He's doing well, has his anger issues under control, isn't infatuated as far as I know. There have been a lot of speculations of his identity and I have been asked numerous times about his identity by a few readers. To them, I have a message from The One himself: Kiss My Ass, Though I'm going to show y'all a picture of him:

Here's him minus Jet Li.

I have also been seeing a lot of doppelgangers, Maybe I miss these people so much that I'm seeing them in people who don't even remotely look like them. Jajajajaja.

Wait, what?

Three weeks post my last entry, I have learnt a few things that has now changed the way I would think of people in the future:

-Age is just a number. It has nothing to do with maturity. Having said that, individuals do need to introspect their lives before dispensing and imposing out their views. 

-Time is a tactical genius. It changes the game that is your life in ways you would wouldn't have seen coming. It's like a level up every time you play the game, and characters form relationships and ideas that are contrary to what they had in the previous level.

-A person is analogous to a tree. One has many branches that are thought processes, leaves that are attributes they have and flowers that would attract many to oneself. However, what counts in the end is the strength of it's bark and roots that are essentially unchanged, much like a person's beliefs.

-Idea of a good time is overrated. Boo.

-Don't talk if you can't walk the talk.

-Sometimes it pays to keep your trap shut.

-Mystery about yourself is important. Too much information isn't always a good thing.

-Growing up isn't optional. Goodbyes are hard. Man the fuck up, it's not the end of the world.

-People often become the people they don't want to be.

Things I have seen in people in the past three weeks:

-The One is many things. However, The One is essentially good. That's what counts in the end of the day. #GoodGuyTheOne

-LB looks good in suits. Way to go lad! #SuitLad

-Sticky likes to break stuff, but he makes amends. #QualityLad

Photoshoots and Sandy.

It's 1:04 am and I have things to do. However, I believe I should dedicate some time to this as well, for abandoning it is not the way to proceed.
I'm still in Clemson, counting down the days to exams and holidays. Still, as the universe has it's cheeky ways, time speeds up and slows down in it's own way. I'm still hanging on, and 'taking it easy'.

The title is pretty straightforward, that is, it has no metaphorical instances stuck on it. I have made a couple of very good friends in the past weeks. Well, I consider them good, I can't say the same about them. For this endeavor of mine, I'll call them Dheershy and Gupteshan. These are two very attractive girls with an attitude quite different from what it seems to strangers. Before one jumps to conclusions, I'm just good friends and nothing more or less. I hadn't made purely female friends in a long time, and this is a nice addition to the list of worthy friends of mine. Yes, I have a list.

The transition from acquaintances to friends to good friends took about two months and a half, but it was worth the time and effort. And it was fun as well, for we bonded over an interest of mine, photography (WrigglyPoo and Faujistan, I still take out time for a bit of fun with the camera).

This blog is called Rants, so there has to be a rant. Brace yourselves, for here comes one.
After the post processing of the photos, I presented the photos in front of a varied audience. If you are a regular reader, you would see how different each individual in the audience was. It ranged from persons like MM and Gupteshan to persons like Sticky and DZain. And obviously the model of the whole show, Dheershy. I get a lot of reviews, from constructive ones to the ones I really don't give a flying rat's ass about. But there were reviews from one audience member that made me write this post, and I want the person to realize how wrong she was. She remarked that the photos were not good, for they were not what they were looking for. She remarked that the photos were 'pretty bad' and 'bekaar'. You might think these should obviously be the reviews I shouldn't care about as they lacked conviction and back stories, but it's not quite the case. I might not have shown my displeasure but the comments clearly lacked sensitivity regarding the hard work and patience I had worked with for the same. Yes, you don't like them, fair enough, but do refrain from using phrases that most definitely would affect the person's faith in his/her own efforts. And these words of discouragement were truly unfair as the 'well-varied' group had opinions completely opposite to the hers. If you are reading this, I do not need an apology for it wouldn't be fair on either of us. You have your views, I have mine.
I would not be sharing the photos even though I have full creative discretion on them.

On a separate note, a prayer out to those who have been or are likely to get affected by Hurricane Sandy. This will pass.

Sidebar:
-I went to play Miniature Golf and Laser Tag with a few friends yesterday, ABSOLUTE-JOY-FILLED-TIMES!

-EPL/BPL refereeing has been pathetic. Ferguson's Association, please stop being unfair.

-I nearly froze while waiting for the bus today.
-The One is infatuated yet again.
-I have had tons of Indian food in the last few days. Tummy is happy.
-Werewolf Bar Mitzvah, spooky scary. Boys becoming men, men becoming wolves.

Loathe.

Here I am, sitting in front of the laptop screen on a Friday night. Sitting here at the onset of the Fall break. How sad can one's life get?
How did this manage to get so screwed up? One might wonder what 'this' refers to. This refers to the plan I had for the holidays. Let us see how the week prior to the holidays went past.

Sunday: Onset of Monday blues.
Monday: Looking forward to Friday.
Tuesday: Looking forward to Friday.
Wednesday: Did my assignments, reports et all. Looking forward to Friday.
Thursday: Cobra Startship Free Show. Looking forward to the next day.
Friday: Classes over. Looking forward to the next two hours.
Six hours before: Bombshell.

The bombshell: Six hours ago was something that defined where I currently stand (sit). All pumped up, I was raring to go, when someone made me realize of something I should have realized so to avoid the realization I realized (heh). Right after the vacations, I have an important quiz. Like a real important quiz. What's so important? It's of a course that's my least favorite and for which I really have to study. Okay, so study during the later days of the break. Problem solved. However, if it were that simple, it would have been simple for Liverpool to win their games.

Why wasn't it simple? The answer to this question will finally make sense of everything I wrote before. The 'plan' I referred to earlier was a road trip to a a city called Charleston, wherein I would go to different beaches and lakes and have the time of my life. Do you see it now? If you don't, I advise you to read again. For those you've got it should sympathize with me for this shouldn't happen to anyone.

Here comes the title of this post: loathe. I simply loathe myself for not keeping track of these events. I haven't just let myself down, but have let down a few others.
However, this feeling doesn't stop here. Oh no, it doesn't. This emotion creeps out of me and radiates out to another person. This happens simply because he took this misery of mine too fucking seriously like it was his problem and I'm at fault. The fact that all of this that I mentioned doesn't deter him from going on this trip is what amazes me. The One laughed this head off when he read what the person sent me on electronic media, simply because a) He doesn't realize what he writes, that is, he doesn't express himself properly; and b) He uses all the terms/phrases in an incorrect way. I could have belittled him by posting the conversation here, but I'm better than that. I write this blog to vent out frustrations in a healthy way. Though, I still kind of loathe him for this. Also, what saddens me to no end was the insensitivity my friends showed towards my case. Neither did I stop anyone from going on this trip nor it is so that without me they can't have a good time. In fact, without me, they should try having twice the amount of fun to compensate for my absence. Well, it's expecting to much from people, for most creatures carry out tasks for their own satisfaction, and nothing they do is unconditional. We are both victims and perpetrators of this mess.

In other news, I should seriously take my hobby as a photographer to the next level. It has saturated to quite a bit now.

It's .gif time!

I'm very fascinated by this photo format: .gif.

One can have so much fun with it, and indeed provides us with a lot of laughs.

A few of them I have created (a website has created) to share with you all.

Can you guess the characters in them?

1)'Family'.

2)Well...

3)One of the funniest!

4)Let's dance!

5) What what?

5)RAJNIII!

6)The many moods.

7)The posers.

8) The funniest!

Don't guess 5, 7 and 8. They aren't characters. Yet.
The One says hey.

PS: Move your cursors over the image if they don't work.

Resurrection.

It's been a long time coming; I guess here goes nothing.

Well, it's been a month and a half at my new school Clemson University. To summarise, it's been quite a ride. The schedule is bloody hectic and the stress is much more than what I have ever experienced. Not even when I was breaking up with my ex-girlfriend had I felt such. Teehee.

This post is been written primarily because LB was going all anal about me not writing it.
Talking about him, he's had quite a bit of fun here. Probably the best ever in his entire life, true to his name he's lived his life. He's been infatuated more times in the past month than he had all his 20 years. Either it's the American soil effect or he's finally creeping out of his shell. Either way, it's a win for him. Also he's become a lil creepy on Facebook but it's okay as long as it's under wraps. And oh, it's not. On this note, MM read this paragraph telepathically and asked us to give him a name to stalk. I'm surrounded by future offenders. LOL. Also LB is quite a catch here, I'm guessing by what he has told me. My faith is quite unclear currently.

MM's having fun as well, picking up American phrases and all and not using them right seldom.  Or perhaps I'm not paying attention. He's getting back to his regime slowly and steadily as coursework has been tough on all of us. Rest, he's still the on the route to becoming a much calmer person. All hail!

Sticky and Moonface are doing well. They have problems of their own which I shall come to shortly. They are my course buddies and Moonface has been quite an asset in some ways or the other.

As I have been writing this blog post 3 months of my last entry, there is a need to introduce new characters. I shall do two tonight, in order I have no clue of.

This whole rant revolves around two persons that have been quite interesting to observe the past month. One of them is Capt. DB who I will refer to as CD. And the other is a new character I would like to give an alias to, Confunded Bimbo or CB for short.
So we have Capt. DB and CB as a single unit now, and will refer to them as Kaeunts. (I'm sorry, but you'll have to keep up with these names.)
The Posteriors don't exist any more, and the subgroup Kaeunts does. How times and things change.

So Kaeunts have been a bit of a pain in the ass. I made myself LOL. If you don't get the joke, it has something to do with the name I'm referring to them as. If you still don't get it, go watch Pogo. (This is right from a Pakistani SNS page.)
Let me use a metaphor that is killing me inside, but it probably the most apt. Imagine The Joker and Harley Quinn from the Batman series minus their notoriety, their intellect and  the charisma. What we have left is a lame maniac and his overly attached girlfriend. Multiply what is left with infinite power of the bad kind of a freak show and we have the Kaeunts.

This is the shorter version for I wouldn't like to recall the ugly scene that occurred and will do fine without it. And trust me, will so you. And for those who know whom I'm referring to can have a hearty laugh and have won their imaginary bets they had placed of these two. Hurrah to us all!

The second new character I'm introducing is a lovely person whom I call DZain. Because I love my village roots of India, he is named so. A funny guy on his own accord and a free willed person, he has his idiosyncratic behaviour that I absolutely enjoy. He's the newest friend I have made and there's still not enough he's given me to rant about. I hope he doesn't 'cause he reads this as well.

The ladies here are absolutely brilliant and I soon hope to be participate in a round of fishing. Yes, I'm that crass. Primal nature I believe. 

Hence has been my journey so far. Like anyone gives a s**t. I shall depart for a party at The Union now. 
Cheers!
The One is fine.

YAY CHEERLEADERS!

20.

It's been a long time coming.
The previous line serves two purposes that you shall read in the following paragraphs.


The first paragraph pertains to how lazy and unambitious I have been while writing this blog. Initially I started with a post a day kind of a deal, which slowly turned to 4 posts a week to a pregnant pause sort of a action.
Apologies for the same to the reader who reads this. A kick of the boot on my arse, if that gives you some compensation. And note to self: As the Asgardian Gods my witness, write a post at least thrice a week.


The second part is a bit more personal. 'So full of it' one might decipher out of it. but probably this post can be written once an year, so I'll take your criticism. Today is my birthday, or in Jehovah's witness terms, the day of my expulsion from a uterus. Yes, the second definition is creepy.


As the title says, I turn twenty. Twenty. A score, a modest innings of a tail-ender in cricket, a tetrahedral number, sum of three Fibonacci numbers, age of maturity in the Japanese culture, a popular game; Twenty questions, you have it all. Also, it's an International Day against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking. Brilliant.


It all began exactly 20 years ago, 2 hours 10 minutes from when the clock strikes 12. And now, 2 hours 10 minutes short, the social norm and culture lists it as a birthday of mine. I'm not that cynical you know, but this has never been such a day of excitement of me personally. My mum loves birthdays, be it hers or anyone else's. It's a nice thing you know, being excited for your loved ones. But I have never had that feeling.


All these times, I have wondered my existence, the purpose of my living. And so far, I have never been close to finding it. But I believe, the real search starts now. I believe it's time for me to take things into perspective that has eluded me in the past, for it is necessary to walk in someone else's shoes, to look beyond the normal. I'm not talking about fantasies, about popular culture coming true, nothing of the sort. I search along what I have missed in these 20 years, experiences that could have changed the course of my life, the actions that could have had a butterfly effect on things I see around, the feeling of standing on my own legs . I have been fortunate to have parents, sister and friends who have supported me in times of need, in times of cheer and in times of despair.


I have been through a lot in terms of health, something that was totally unexpected but something that did reroute me to my original path. This experience of mine has been fruitful and resentful in ways I could have never thought, but was an experience that was unavoidable. It has taught me a lot in two years about how precious life is, how necessary it is to embrace what is most closest to you, and how to give up ambitions and 'settle' for something that might be better than the original Plan A.


I think this is enough of me for the day, and a beginning of a new chapter.
This has just been the prologue, Chapter 1 starts now.
I guess it's time to carry my own weight, for it has been a long time coming.
And the time has come.

Workaholic.

Day 1: One hour day. Came, met poeple, was told what was to be done, left, came back.


Day 2: Progress in working hours. Three hours. Read a few reports, mails and documents. Told the twats what I read, left, came back.


Day 3: More progress in working hours. Six hours. Same as what I did yesterday. The librarian bitched about the receptionist. Jealousy. Bailed on them.


Day 4: Still here. Fifteen mins to six hours. Same as I did yesterday. Also for my own entertainment, I got my pair of earphones. Another trainee accompanies me. Does productive work. I stare. Should've started accounting this journal from day one itself. Total wanker I am. Have complied what I have learnt in three notepad files. Haven't had lunch. Stomach roars, I soothen it out. No barrier on having lunch, it's my own wish. Ten minutes to six hours. I stare at the computer screen. I wonder why isn't there a spellcheck on notepad. No answer. I was told I'll never walk alone. I don't. The fucking librarian makes weird ass noises. A question persists. Emission harmonics. I can deduce my the words the meaning, yet I'm totally clueless for I am only a man. He sneezed. He didn't excuse himself. I didn't say bless you. I am surrounded by a swarm of viruses now. Five minutes to six. Edited the journal. Made it a bit clearer. The librarian is kinda cute. I fantasize. He stares at me. I ignore. One minute to six. Six hours and I wonder what to do. Bail? Twice in a row seems kinda rebellious and unprofessional. One of the twats had to call. I had to meet the other twat. VVC is interesting. I believe the other trainee isn't doing shit as well. I might be wrong for all I know. Using notepad reminds me the good old days of programming. I was never good at programming. Yet I managed B's in all three programming courses. How? Because I can. Five past six hours. There are others like me in the library. Older, more mature. I think I'll bail. Should I? The dilemma kills me. This library isn't as quiet as other libraries. Disappointing. Should have got other GRE books as well. My laptop serves me well. I love it. First laptops are always special. There's something supernatural around us. I get up to leave.


Day 5: I'm back at the library after meeting one of the twats. He asked me what I had learnt and I told him.
Fairly decent I was. The other twat comes in late today, and I have to meet him. I have seen half an episode of TFPOB and read about the six degrees of separation theory/phenomenon. Pretty entralling hypothesis. Alone in the library, my mind seems to wander. I go back to reading. It's been an hour and thirty mins since I have been here. Time flew. And now it's stopped. Two hours on, I switch between communication systems and TFPOB. It's not bad. The irritating portions are the loud cackling voices of them librarians and others. They are so immature, they make the posteriors look dope. Five minute to two and a half hours. I read on, I watch on. There's a need for watching your back constantly. Advisable and precautionary. I sift through a booke titled 'Advanced Digital Photography' looking for advanced techniques. And what do I get? Editing tools and tricks. Man, that's just sad.
It's high time I got busy, nearly twenty years at that. A minute remains. Five past three hours. So bored. Yet
it's okay I guess. I notice that my laptop clock and my cellphone clock differ by a minute. Eight minutes to four hours. 
Times-a-changing, as Bob Dylan would've said. 7 mins 1:24 PM 5/25/2012
                                              6 mins  1:24 PM 5/25/2012
                                              5 mins 1:25 PM 5/25/2012
                                              4 mins  1:26 PM 5/25/2012
                                              3 mins 1:27 PM 5/25/2012
                                              2 mins 1:28 PM 5/25/2012
                                              1 min 1:29 PM 5/25/2012
1:30 PM 5/25/2012: Four hours and I'm still here.
Ten to five hours. Feeling too sleepy. Been dozing for the past half hour. Thank God it's the last day for the
time being. I guess it's casual friday today. And again, it's an assumption based on observation. No concrete
facts support my case. Five to five hours. A thought occurs to me. When I actually start working, will this state of mine plague me then as well? I hope not. But then again, a habit's hard to lose. It's brilliant that I don't smoke. The idea behind me never kissing the butt was for my deep love for kissing the ladies. It had come to my notice that bad breath and yellow teeth aren't really turn ons. Two past five hours. Thrilla in Manila has begun in my abdomen.


First week of work. Check. All the above written during work. Don't hate, appreciate.

Whisking away.

Hello my darlings.
Yes, it has been a long time I have posted/written anything on this blog.
This is what growing up does to you. You cannot simply do the things you wish to and rather do what others want you to.


This is my situation currently, as I'm not getting time to rant or simply write anything.
Blame it on the internship, blame it on the exam preparations, blame on the boogie.


These holidays are probably the worst in terms of having fun, top drawer in terms of hard work, God like in terms of losing my temper.


Anyhoo, I shall try to be as regular as possible.


Worst feeling: I was signed out of my own blog. It's been THAT long.


Club football season is off, eagerly waiting for the Euros. The transfer market is a riot.
TV shows season is off as well. Season finales of the shows I watch were brilliant to be described in words.


Come August 15, I leave for the US.  A lot of things are going to change. It's a weird feeling so to speak.
On one hand, I will experience freedom like never before. On the flipside, I shall have to do everything myself.
Worst of all, I'll be away from my parents. Yes, call me sissy, call me mama's boy, but I adore them SO much, I feel bad for leaving.


The rest has been same old and monotonous. I shall be away when my school bids come to visit back home. Cruel life is.


This post has been written by a sensitive side of me. Don't judge bruv. 

2k.

It isn't an achievement to most, but I do believe hitting 2000 pageviews is an achievement in it's own accord.
Thank you readers, I'm most obliged!
Also, I'm a bit caught up with stuff i.e. my plate's all full and it's dripping off the side.
I shall be back to writing in a few days.

Until then, keep doing what you do best.
Cheerio! 

Le three days.

You missed me? You better have.
The days were quite eventful to say the least. One was disappointing, one was absolutely brilliant and one started A okay and turned out A+ brilliant. Asian Dad is impressed.


Day 1: 5th May 2012, Saturday.
Good ol' Saturdays. They come after Fridays and before Sundays. A bit of Rebecca Black humor.
It was a regular day, but what made it a bit different? It was FA Cup Final night. Chelsea vs Liverpool. One of the newer and intense rivalries. The Blues vs The Reds. 9:30 PM. It was worth looking forward to. Unfortunately, the game didn't go our way, and we lost 2-1. A few positives from the game, like Carroll's Resurrection, binding of the team and sort were taken out. A controversial referee decision made us feel cheated, but it was a correct decision, like all other decisions that night except the result. It was a disappointing season for LFC but then again, always a Red. YNWA.


Day 2: 6th May 2012, Sunday.
Ah, Sunday. A relief after the Saturday's result. Yes, the taunts were endless, but it didn't matter. It was a fair game, and Chelsea were a better team for most time. And then we had a bit of a game of our own. A few of us guys made a sudden plan and there were were, at Faujistan's and TweetTwit's hood. 7 of us, all set. But there was a slight issue. TT's football was flat and punctured, i.e., we had nothing to play with. Mega fail. but we eventually struck up a conversation with the local kids and started the game. And we were still playing with a half filled ball. Slight fail. And then, we were beaten. Our asses were whooped. We were Man utd to their Man City (the 1-6 encounter). Actually, even worse, for we failed to score. I had a decent game after a long time, so it was 'k' for me. And as was the line of the night, good running boys, for all we did was run. The night got better, for I stayed over at Faujistan's place. While coming back, we had a couple of encounters, with a couple of ladies. Hilarious story bro, you had to be there to experience it. 'Nuff said.
Egg curry wasn't my favorite of delicacy, until dinner time. And now it is. Wonderful cooking, I forgot to mention. The game left me tired and I went to sleep at 12. Day over? Not by a long shot.


Day 3: Today.
Faujistan came up to me and made me an offer I couldn't refuse, ice cream. Over ice cream, and 3 hours hence, we talked about a lot of things. This wasn't pillow talk, you assuming ass. This was man to man; about the universe, our existence, our purpose on this Earth, parallel universes, Karma, people we miss, lessons they taught us, our future, Destiny, relationships, our love for women, football, psychology, BF Skinner, Operant learning to name a few.
It was quite an eye opener for the reason that Faujistan taught me about a lot of things from his past and a lot of things I didn't know. And I know about a lot of things.
In the morning, we had paranthas and cold coffee, where we discussed the many things he can do while living in the particular apartment of his. Yes, assume stuff here. A house party is in order. For realz.


While coming back home, I get a call from MM informing me about our farewell from college. I was least interested and I knew The One wouldn't give a flying fuck about it either. Unfortunately, i was sucked into the idea for the fun that awaited me, and I did go to the ceremonies with MM, LB and Capt. DB. To my lazy mind and body, I was informed that I had to deliver a speech regarding my experience here in the institution. And I did. And this wasn't the end, because my case was taken by the other three. They called my speech long and boring. Really? Boring? I took the college's case man! How is that boring? They're jealous and ignorant. Meh.
So all in all it wasn't that bad, for the 4 of us hung out later on and taught LB a lot about coitus. A lot. And probably we ruined it for him. Sorry bro.


The three days were exhausting, yet I don't regret any decision I took.
And I WILL miss college, just saying.


When you walk through the storm; Hold your head up high; And don't be afraid of the dark; At the end of the storm; There's a Golden Sky, And the sweet song of the lark.
Walk on, through the wind; Walk on, through the rain; Though your dreams be tossed and blown; walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart; And you'll never walk alone; YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE.

Time flies.

Time flies when you don't notice.
And time has flown, or rather the significance of it has been felt recently.
Ask Fingerboy, ask LB. Or just read this post.


On August 17th 2010, The One and I made the transition from one educational institute to another, an institute that wasn't on the top of our lists. The difference between the two was evident, and welcoming to say the least. More freedom, less classes and newer people to interact. The One had just gotten into a relationship and it was the honeymoon period for the two. See what I did there, The One-The Two. Heh. Every song was about them, every beat was made for them. So naturally, he didn't really care about the transition, freedom or new people part of the deal.


The sweet deal of the change was the amount of football we got to play. It was almost 4 hours of the sport everyday! And we didn't miss a day, for football is almost close to us as the girlfriend was to The One. We met MM and Capt. Douchebaguette on the first day. We knew Sticky from before, so that was given. The Orientation part was fun, if your idea of fun was immature and pathetic. All of the seniors we met that time were the crassest of the lot and we had no interest bonding with them either, so WIN us. The talent of the ladies was another disappointment I have gotten used to over the two years I been in college. Slowly and steady we have something going on in life that was worth looking forward to. Initial impressions changed, the roster was filling up with newer buds and life was good.


The main postulates for this post are yet to come. They are the relationships I have made over time that are going to be unaffected over time. Let it be FingerBoy or Faujistan, Alpha Sierra, PK or WrigglyPoo, TweetTwit or Grammar Queen, LB or SS, all these people  have made a lasting impression that are worth 7 reincarnations. I mean, if I am born a cricket in the next life, I will still chirp abut their exploits, the memories I share with them to other crickets. For life is a cruel mistress and we are merely men, I don't believe I am going to attain Moksha anytime soon. But I do wish if someone with the wrong marbles in one's head do write a book on my life, I want them to be in it. This is officially a hint to those know who to write my biography.


Life was so good, the good part lasted for more than an year. And then started the carnage that led to this blog in the first place. You have read the glimpses, and there are more, well kept under blankets. I would prefer it that way, for scenes can turn ugly on the mere mention of these incidents. Right now. Oh don't you worry, Rants is going to stick to it's name.


Ah, the Girlfriend Annihilation. After dating for exactly an year, The One split up with The Girlfriend, and The Girlfriend became the before mentioned The Ex. The breakup was ugly, took turns that weren't required and hence the annihilation. The One asks me not to go into details or The One and my family jewels are going to have a much awaited Fight Club scene. The one's methods may be crude, but yet are effective. I should grow a pair I guess.


Having written what I've written, a quick read doesn't fare up to the title. Yet trust the guy whose written. There were some brilliant times, there were some not so pretty times. There was love, there were fights. What is important is that I lived this journey and will continue to do so. I turn 20 soon and I quite haven't figured life out. I'm unaware of my purpose in life and it's sad, for time is short and it's flying away.


The next chapter begins in a few months and the coming months are just leaflets. I better hope the leaflets are worth the time, for I'm optimistic. Optimism is the key to the doors of the maze we're stuck in and I want out.

Aaj kuch toofani kartey hai.

So I haven't been active lately. Blame my examinations and my innate quality to give into my lazy self.
However, this post is only here because LB convinced me to write it. Damn his chubbiness.


Let's rant today.
Indian advertisement has reached it's worst ever. Let's make a list, for I like lists.


- The Mountain Dew ad.
Scene: Bunch of guys standing atop of a dam with skateboards.
It's quite evident what is going to happen next. A guy drops a MD bottle from the top. Mind you, the dam is large enough, in height and in breadth. The guy then goes to skateboard over the dam from the top to the bottom, to reach for the bottle, which incidentally doesn't smash to smithereens on collision with the expansive dam I mentioned before. Yes, the facts are blown out of proportions in most ads, but this is quite the limit.

  


-The Thums Up ad.
Scene: An airplane with a bunch of teenagers sitting on a couch.
An flight attendant, one of those army guys, is given orders from the the pilot. He cranks up a lever and the plane shaft opens, after which the couch is propelled towards Mother Earth in a perfect upright position. A parachute opens up from within the couch, doing what it does best. The couch further more slides of a building to ground. There are so many things wrong about this ad, and yet people go what the title of the post says. The uprightness of the couch, the non-separation of the knuckleheads from the couch, the sliding off a building: top notch advertisement.

-The Cadbury Gems ad.

Scene: A lady sitting on a bench in a park.

A solitary gem sprouts from the lovely lush grass top of the park. The lady picks it up and eats it. Gross. This act opens a fountain where a plethora of Cadbury Gems start sprouting. To keep the confectionery to herself, she leaps from the bench to contain and hide it from the general public. What is wrong with today's mentality?

You are the consumers, you are the judges. I made my case, it's sustainability or overruling is your call.

In other news, Papiss Cisse has sold his soul to the Devil. The way he has been scoring goals lately reminds me of none less but The Ghost Rider. The Goal Rider.

Real Madrid are the Campones of Spain. Well done.

Messi destroyed Muller's goal record of 67 goals in a season. 68 currently.

Adem Ljajic and Fiorentina Ex-Manager Delio Rossi spat resulted in the latter's sacking.

Eventful times.

It is MM's birthday today. The lad's 20 now, and yet he's unaware of his true purpose. The other mates, SS, Faujistan, The One gifted him something to boost his manhood. Latex material spoiler.

Happy birthday man. You're probably the awesomest people I have in my life and I appreciate whatever you do for the rest of us, mainly sustaining the sanity of the group. Cheers mate!

Swift.

Did I complain about life being too slow? Did I compare it to the speed of a snail's marathon race? I should have chosen my words more carefully, rather fruitfully, for now I have to eat them. It is time for a new analogy. Oh yay! This time around, I would compare my life to a red blood cell. Fast, bloody and renewing.


Fast:
A ninja is probably the epitome of swiftness and speed for most people. For people who aren't living what I'm living. For every second of this journey is totally different and unrelated to the preceding moment. The thrill of awaiting for what is to come next is comparable to a person suffering from vertigo at the edge of The Empire State Building. Not for the faint-hearted, not for them shroom high frat boys.
I currently have my examinations, and truth be told, they aren't seeming all that stressful to me. They never did, but this time I confront them with an attitude of a Type B personality. however, this being all easy going and all that, how is my life on the fast lane? This would be the result of the other half of my daily routine, the visa application. It's a long, tedious task and sucks the blood out of you, but yet it's quite enjoyable. And I don't get a break to catch. Also my social life takes a beating in the process, but I don't really seem to mind. Anti-social, withdrawn, hermitlike.

Bloody:

This word I like. Purely because of the word references my mind formulates, and not because of the gore it suggests.

1) The British Bloody: I love the British accent. It is SO cultured and and sounds brilliant. This coming from a guy whose people were under the British Raj for more than 200 years. So coming back, the only reason my mind makes the reference is because of the style the Britishers pronounce the word. 'Bluoodiee" to my ears.

2) Music lyrics reference: Some of my favorite songs contain the word blood or one of it's derivatives.

a) Sunday Bloody Sunday: U2

b) Blood Sugar Sex magik: RHCP

c) Too Much Blood: Rolling Stones

d) Blood: My Chemical Romance

And the sort.

And how does it pertain to my situation? I bloody don't know.

Renewing:

Skin renews over time. So does most of our other physical aspects. My does life get renewed? Is there a check point, a save mode in our lives? Do we get a second chance? We do. Erase previous lives and modes. Start with one heart (reference to The Legend of Zelda) and collect more on the way. Form new bonds, but treasure those closest to you. For one can have many friends, but one can only have a few backbreaking compatriots. And over my extensive life of 19.8333 years, I have learnt a lot about relationships. Baba Sehgal is brilliant and all, but he makes a point with this line: Relevant darwaze mind ke kholo (Open relevant doors of your mind).  Your mind may go 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' at this moment, but it's true.

It's essential for me to keep all my options open, renew the contracts of many a friendships, not only for my egoistic, self satisfying self but also for the better person I wish to be.

Other news: You have to see this and this and follow him. For you life will be brilliant and racist.

Also, I had a haircut recently and I look like Spock. So much so, LB made a crude picture about it.

Live Long and Prospa', you don't want me to use mah muthafuckin' trigga'!

Empty.

Today I sound like a BIG GIRL.
Emptiness is an absence. It is a feeling that makes your heart drop and everything shatter around you. A farce of life that isn't so funny after all. Am impression that leaves you feeling hollower than The Hollow Man.
  
Something of the sort happened with The One. A particular piece of information made The One drop everything and leave The One's mouth open. For The One is not a man that is easily shaken (some tense of shake) by news delivered to The One, but this wasn't one of those moments. For the news was about a part of The One's past, an important part to be honest. And The One forbids me to write anything further, so this shall be it. But I know you can totally get what I'm referring to, so it's k. if you don't, well then, don't feel disappointed, go out and Carpe Diem. 


As you would've heard this countless times before, I shall still write it: The glass is not half empty, it's half full. But The One fails to see the fuller part of the glass. Don't blame The One at all, for the break up was the strangest yet not uncommon of the lot. and The One took it pretty hard in the beginning. Recovery is a long process, and it had been pretty bang on success, with a few hiccups in the middle. But today's incidents kind of make the situation a little worse. I, as a close companion, would suggest nothing less than a 'tap-that-ass' strategy, but who am I to douse the fire that resides within the One's 'jigar'. Or WrigglyPoo's suggestion to let life live, take it's own course and decide was the ride worth the effort. Wriggles and her philosophies, meh.


The One seems to have been noticing other fairer forms, I won't lie. However, there hasn't been the same connection he felt with The Ex. There have been progressive signs with a particular maiden (The Girl), but The One hasn't 'pursued' her so to speak. Nothing at all, nada. He hasn't asked for her phone number, which most people do within the first meeting itself. Has The One been broken? Has the emotional structure been faulty since? Who knows, time will tell.


Please take out time to read FingerBoy's blog. It's cool and refreshing and awesome and mah gawd.


Until then, YOLO. Not You Live Only Once, but You Obviously Lack Originality.

Childhood.

The period in everyone's life that returns when they want it to return and yet it's not the same.
It's that moment when all inhibitions are lost, when envy was a word that didn't exist. A time when we didn't have our separate lives, and you and I were the same entity. A time where a moment of happiness lasted for days, and a moment of despair lasted a few seconds. No boundaries, no ropes that could bind us, apart from an odd scolding or two. An era that one wishes he/she never leaves, a time everyone wants back. Somewhere along the lines of growing up, childhood is a preserved toy that you seem to forget where you kept it.


Why this sudden epiphany, you ask? I stumbled upon a video of one of my most revered cartoons, The Rugrats. I remember the time when my sister and I would glue ourselves in front of our telly to waste spend our leisure time. As they say, time isn't wasted if you had fun wasting it. Though now the popular belief is that time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted. <-- Fail in my opinion.


I remember the numerous occasions when the two siblings used to fight over what channel to watch. Though the reason of the fight is still the same, but yet it's different. For earlier, the fight would resolved as soon as it started, and now it's never ending. We're drifting from what we started, so I shall try restoring normality again. Childhood is not merely a word, neither is it just something someone would mention in passing. It is an emotion that gives you a high and activates your Serotonin and Melatonin depending on the time of the day.


THIS you need to watch. And then watch the relating videos. And then you need to watch the recommended videos.


Lately a lot of blogs or posts on the net are bringing the 'actual' concept of the cartoon. For example, those familiar with The Rugrats see it as show full of adventures the babies in the show go through. But a recent article I read had the caption 'Childhood ruined' and says that the show is a figment of Angelica's imagination, Chucky died a long time ago and hence Chaz is a nervous wreck all the time. Tommy was a stillborn and hence Stu is constantly in the basement making toys for a son who never lived and The DeVilles had an abortion, and hence Angelica couldn't decide whether the child was a boy or a girl and hence created twins. Childhood truly ruined.

REPTARRRRRR

Come and go.

People come and go.

Memories come and go.

Experiences come and go.

Days come and go.

Times come and go.

YOU come and go.

What stays constant? Change.

Somethings don't change. And I'm grateful they don't. Alpha Sierra is one of them. The other is a character I was dying to introduce. let's call him PattaKaat or PK.

These two people in my life won't change, I can bet everything on it. And it's because they won't change is why I love them so much.

You know about the eccentricities of Alpha Sierra.

PK is a completely different character in all sorts from AS. He's charming to them ladies, a stud if you may call him. A die hard SRK fan, and imitates him to the T. He's a master at teaching the guys how to cock block each other, often giving advice to both parties. A dark personality when I met him, he's quite grey now to be fair. Grey-er than the colour of the text, yet sometimes whiter than a ghost.

PK was a loner when I met him, often staring into the sky, something on his mind. And AS and I would take the credit of turning him into the person he is, though some credit goes to another someone. More on that later.

As I have already emphasized it countless times before, they're the other two compatriots to my Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. They're the Hrithik Roshan and Abhay Deol to my Farhan Akhtar.

left to right: PK, Yours Truly, AS

I chose the worse picture we had together. Why? Because that's how I roll.

Times will come and times will go, and I can count on these two fo sho.

Simplicity.

Less is more. Simple and sleek is in. Uncomplicated is passe, whereas it should be the one thing one should strive for. However, is it the case? I believe not.


The simplest of relationships are tagged as 'complicated'. Even our Himesh Reshamiyya made a movie called Radio (Of the 'Mann ka radio, bajne de zarra' fame) had the tagline 'it's complicated'. What is wrong with today's film industry? Are themes like these supposed to work? fail brah.


Things that should be simple: Football and life. that is how God, I say as an agnostic, intended. Lead a simple life they said, it'll be easy they said. They were wrong (people who aren't aware of this meme). It was easy, a few centuries back, I reckon. Or I believe, every generation has it's own share of complications. I like contradicting meself, questioning and cross questioning. It's a nice kind of food for thought. Keep thy mind young.


The One faces a similar dilemma. The One wants to make The One's life uncomplicated, simple, peaceful. But is The One able to walk the talk? The answer would be affirmative.  The One is taking measures, slowly yet steadily. today, The One told me he will wear The One's calm and composed game face. And that game face is so effective, it shows results of epic proportions. I believe we are going to witness a new chapter in history, wherein The One is going to play his biggest gambit yet. The One is going to sacrifice a bit of his sane mind to fit in with The Posteriors. And in doing so, The One sees a short term future of madness within himself and a long term process of understanding human psychology. The One takes this experience as an experiment of sorts, and if you can imagine it, and will solve a couple of issues The One's been having. Imagination is the key, optimism is the fuel and an outburst is the antidote. A psychological-medical endeavor where the results determine both the pros and cons, and depending from the perspective you see the results from, they might not even make sense to you.


I believe The One has a posse of his own: MM, LB, faujistan, PS and I.
Yes PS is a new character, a fun loving at that. He's one of the most genuine persons I've met and is a great asset to have. brilliant character, that guy.


The day was better than usual. Good times. And this day is one of those days you'll remember, even though nothing out of the blue took place.


Also, Wriggles and The One have someone new to bitch about. Such girls I tell ya. But your precious time is precious to me, and I won't bore you with the details. Epic gossip is epic.

Me (extreme left) with a couple of characters. Good times.

Also, I have a friend who has pockets 10 meters long on her boxer. Wow.