Reunion

P.P. is holding a reunion next week, for the class of 2007. Those of you who were paying attention may remember that the official reunion was around 6 months ago. But that one was panned by critics for it's low entertainment value and large unruly crowds, so this one is for our batch only. Which is around 160 people, but it's not like everyone's coming, right?

I'm actually wondering if I should go (Yes, 'should' because I don't really have classes then, I lied so you'd quit pestering me, okay, XYZ?)because last time was a real disaster.

Imagine a guy at a party who doesn't know anyone there, and after a few failed attempts at making conversation, he ends up playing on his cell phone, in a corner, wondering whether staying home and watering the plants would make for a more entertaining evening. That guy was me.

Not that I didn't know anybody, technically. But I'm so out of touch, they may have well been strangers, and as anyone who's tried knows, Trying to talk to strangers is tough (let's not forget, your momma told you not to)

And at a moment like this that it hits me once more, how strange it is that It's so easy to give your opinion to the entire world online, but so hard to talk to just one guy you haven't seen for a few months...

Strange...

Raj T's followers break stuff=Front page news
Bomb Blast in Manipal=Page Eleven

I really don't see why there should be so much disparity...

Wannabe Insanity...

I'm tired of people online who claim to be insane, or crazy, or high,, just for the hell of it, after which they continue to act and talk in an absolutely normal way...
I mean, half the blogs I visit have the word 'insane' in it's name...insanitypills, moodsofinsanity, insaneasylum...you get the idea...

What I want to ask is- Do you have even the slightest idea how it feels to be insane? Off balance? Round the bend? Few nickels short of a dollar?

If you ever reach that situation, pretty soon You'll find yourself start talking about things like barometric irrigation in the steppes of Antarctica. You'll act like a junkie monkey hopped up on pink marijuana, purple pills and that white powder you found in your hair. Speed beans from the mezzanine of Hotel Chupanime, make you scream like potassium hydrazine. Two steps forward, one step back, breakdance baby!, and then eight steps to the left is where you dig for the treasure of le Concubine, pronounced with an 'Aye' at the end.

After you get to that stage, there's really no going straight, so jump headlong into the delicious stupidity like a marsmallow in the chocolate fountain of ethereal fantasies. Hang out with rainbow coloured dinousaurs (but not purple ones, mind you...) and maybe they'll tell you the sqaure root of negative two, if you play nice and act right and don't get motion sickness as you drive down memory lane, they won't drop you off for a probing at Area 51...

At this point, you're probably wondering what you're doing going 120 miles per hour in the wrong lane, in a blue-and-yellow corvette screaming down the road, smelling like german leather, as you stare at the pale green sky. It's really great weather to be running through the heather inhaling that sweet ether (...or was it ester?). Showering in enols,thiols and some alcohol, telling tinkerbell not to hide the aldehydes when you're trying to judge your time of flight when you throw yourself off from the height of 18 squared feet...

According to your calculations, you should land smack in between two logicians who are arguing about the percentage constitution of their handfuls of lemon cherry pudding. I suggest you join the fun and tell them that the answer is one, to the power fotry eight parts per hundered, divided by 2 minus five + 3...

You might think It's plain to see, that I'm crazy, irrevocably, but realize that I pity all you chumps who act so silly, and ignore all the nitty-gritties of the fact that you cling to rationality, but feign insanity, you wannabes, and all the while you get your jollies from pretending to be an inmate of a rubber room facility...

If you read all way here, I hereby to put rest to your fears, I scorn your feeble attempts at feigning insanity. Until you really feel the strain that breaks your mind and burns your brain, you haven't cracked under stress- to be driven, totally, and intensely...mad...

So quit pretending, and leave the crazy to me, a'ight?

Russel Peters!

OMG, Russel Peters is going to be performing at Shanmukhananda on 27th October...
God damn my classes that make it impossible for me to go...

For those of you who don't know him, Russel Peters is a Jamaican-Canadian-Indian stand up comedian...who's jokes are pure awesome...

Here are a few-



and you gotta watch

Hump day Happenings...

Wednesday...Hump Day...apparantly it's called that because it comes right in the middle of the work week, and once you get over it, things get better by friday and the weekend...

Happily enough though, this week seems better than usual, as World Movies is airing freaking awesome movies today-  Swindled, Rainbow Song, Offside and The Great Dictator...(last one airs on thursday at six am...), And I very conveniently am home alone with no lectures to go to! Sweet...

That aside, I'd recommend these movies to anyone who has even a casual interest in world cinema...

On another note, jus got an incredibly crappy chain letter, that starts like this-

Once you have opened this e-mail, there's no turning back. Below are true descriptions of zodiac signs. Read your sign, then forward it on, with your zodiac sign and label on the subject line. This is the real deal, try ignoring or changing it, and the first thing you'll notice is 
having a horrible day starting tomorrow morning - and it only gets worse from there

Oh yeah? Well fuck you...my day sucks already, and there isn't really much you can do to make it even worse...

Photography

Random pics from my cell phone...

Kitten-On its seat at a local eatery...

Sprite + Ice Cream = Antidepressant.

The kinda day that makes you want to whip up a glass  of anti depressant...

The K.J. Somaiya Orion Racing team on a practice run preparing for the students grand prix.

The damn thing is real fast, the last two were taken on burst fire mode...

The first was taken upside down, don't blame me, I was surprised that it actually runs...

Newborn stray puppies, at Neelkanth valley.

The Art of Conversation...

...is dead to me now.

I find it harder and harder to have a normal conversation nowadays. I had this one with friend after he succeded in irritating me with a 'Crazy Frog' impression...

Me: Dude,  stop that, or I swear, I am gonna kick you so hard, it'll take a team of surgeons to get my foot outta your ass...

Him: Why?

Me: What?

Him: Why would you wanna put your foot up an ass? Incredibly dirty place to put a foot, don'tcha think?

Me: Well, I can always wash my feet...The butt, on the other hand, is gonna end up pretty sore, something that can't be so easily fixed...

Him: You can always go to a doctor...

Me: Yes, but fixing it involves a lot of pain and embarrasment, which is the motive for the foot-stuffing in the first place...Just imagine how embarrasing it might be to go ask your doctor to stich your ass up...

Him: ...

Me: Pretty damn embarrasing...

Him: I'd imagine a lot of gay guys have that problem...

Me: -_- ...I'd imagine they use something...

Me: You know, that novadaine or duragel or something?

Him: Novocaine?

Me: No, that's what dentists use...

Him: It's the same thing, Mahendra Vatsa mentioned it...the gel stuff...

Me: The same stuff that dentists put on their hands... 0_0

Him: ...eew...imagine a gay dentist...using the same jar of gel for two VERY different purposes...

Me: Dude, please...why won't he buy another jar, if he was so inclined to use it for err...personal use?

Him: Yeah right, imagine him asking the chemist guy...'I'd like two jars please...one for the clinic..and one for...er...*cough*...Home....'

Me:...

Me: You are one sick SOB...you know that, right?