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!