Delirious Mongrel

She calls and confuses
Her room filled with whiskey and roses
She says thou not shall get emotional
Ahoy, here comes the delirious mongrel!

She tries to buy you with gifts
She tries to take you out for drinks
What she doesn't know - oh seductress!
My hunter is now the hunted

(I know this is a really, really, really bad poem but I had write this)

Forgiven

I have never been the forgiving types. Maybe its my blood, mayble my sunsign or maybe its just the way it is. I remember a guy called Apoorv (or something like that) with me in boarding school in the 3rd standard who used to piss me off quite a bit. I still remember him embaressing me a couple of times and I have never been able to forgive him for that. Same goes for a couple of batchmates at high school, just can't forgive them. I know we were dumb, idiotic kids who knew nothing about the world and just acted weird for no apparent reason. But still, just can't let it go! In fact not too long ago I used to plan revenge!
Go away stupid stupid character flaw.

Shallow

You call me your friend

You say you would do anything for me

But why do I always feel

That you are as shallow as me

I used to walk a path less traveled

I have been fighting to survive

Why did have to make me feel

So alive, so alive

I sought loyalty, and I found in you

A rose-tinted view of thyself

I let myself go and found hope

In the dark woods and the reaper

But after all we are just puppets

Hanging on, surviving

So why this passion, this love

When all of us are lying

Not original

Empty life, Girl you know
You've got me feeling stupid
You’ve got me drinking - shots of whiskey
Trying to forget this bullshit

Love is so blind, although I tried
This has gone on too long
You told me lies, so many lies
I want to start over

All the colours are fading
I don’t like this feeling
I used to see the moon and the stars
But now, the skies are empty

I am dying now
I don’t know why you’re smiling
This is how you broke my heart
I can’t believe I loved you

The other guy is always a fool

Akin to - an eye for an eye makes... I was talking to a friend of mine who had some hard hitting views.

You think the other guy is a fool, the other guy thinks you are a fool. Doesn't this make the whole world full of fools. So why bother at all.


(Well actually he did not use the world fool but a hindi-slang translation of that)

Of Social Capital

Last night I was lucky to spend a couple of hours with the electric personality on campus. Loved by all, our dearest BABA. This conversation sparked quite a few thoughts in my mind about this place, the way the culture moulds itself, the way it is passed on from one generation to the other and the way it has impacted me and to some extent changed me.

'Third term is a social term'- a brilliant person once told me. And that did turn out to be very true. In second term, the concept of groups did not exist. People felt free to talk to each other. Didn't matter what kind of MBA are neither was there any sort of faction-ism. Large number of people talked to each other, the birthday hooshings were much more crowded and there was togetherness. So what exactly did happen that changed the social dynamics entirely?

The Good, the bad

Does doing good pay? Does the moral pleasure that one derives from doing the right thing, is it real? Or is it another manifestation of a complicated human feeling, self-pity?

There has always been this raging doubt inside my head on this issue. There was a time I remember, when I believed in doing the right thing. I believed in Karma, I believed that if I do good, then good will definitely happen to me. I believed it for so long time. Now the obvious question that comes to the mind which has been a derivative of an older mind which lived by the principles of 'survival of the fittest' is - Did it pay off? Did good happen to me? Or did I lose out on all that I could have had. Only if I did what was best for me, and not something that was the right thing to do, would things turn out to be different?

Well, we could do a cost-benefit analysis on this issue. That would seem right? As data, I have my entire existence till now to validate. There have been times when I followed my morals and then there have been times I have been...well?..let's say a bit (or a lot) opportunistic. The latter has not been difficult for me, thank to my genes and also - molding of the mind by experiences - has been instrument in improving my survival skills. Let us analyze some of the key phases in my life when I have followed one of the two schools of thought and the outcomes of my actions.

1. White!: Freedom, PMW and friends. Educational, informative and an imact. A new culture, a new perspective and the horizon widens. Confidence surges and so does the hedonism. Good things happen. Actions speak louder than words, is what one realizes. The battle is on and it is fierce, both sides are determined. Well, it is a war, and there has to be and there is, a winner.

2. The ball hits the box and bounces back: Thinking, contemplating and thinking. Free up your mind, party hard. What happens next? good things start to happen. A choice has to be made and I walk into the light. The light is soothing and it gives hope. Hope and belief rule the lands. And then, as we drive alongside the yellow sands of Khurais, an agent of change awaits. The agent confronts and is met with less resistance. He walks away, happy to have made its effect felt, he walks with a halo.

3. We hit turbulence: Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. I regret to inform you that we might encounter some turbulence. So when it happens, put your hands up high. Like you're in a roller-coaster.

The ball hits the box , but this time it's wise.

4. Little Red Riding Hood: The LRRH is scared and lonely in the dark woods. She is walking towards a far away flame of the purple oil lantern. The lantern flickers in the wind, the glass crackles. Wind fumes and leaves hustle. Just as she reaches the lantern, she realizes there is no one in the cottage, only oil and wick.

And now, I am beckoned with a similar situation. The score is Bad-1: Good-0. This results is disheartening and I wish this wasn't the case. So? What happens now?

A choice has to be made right away although there is a possibility that there might not be any need to, it might have been made already. Status-quo bias would be appropriate word to describe it. Is there an agent -with a halo -coming? Or is he too happy to just enjoy the show? Isishiyagalombili naps are all that's left and still I don't see the equalizer coming. Nonetheless, a lesson will be learnt after all this is over. Will the lesson help me decide one final time what to do? I highly doubt. Such an event would mean that your learning is over and so you should hang your boots and sip some lemonade. And that's not what humans are supposed to do! Right?

Are wishes for real?

Since i've started comprehending things, the greatest question that revolves in my mind is the existence (or not) of 'the' superpower also called by some people as 'god'....

(My views on this can go on for pages and pages so lets pack that and consider a part of the big question)

Are wishes for real?

Yeah I mean when we were kids we were taught stuff like wishing and praying and even stupid stuff like blowing your eyebrow's hair and wishing for something. Another funda was the shooting star one. What the hell? What can possibly a shooting star have to do with some of your wish coming true or now?
If there is some power reading our thoughts and granting our wishes ,won't it be stupid. I mean what kinda game is this when someone creates life as such and then watches all of us (creating more every damn year) and then reads our thoughts and then grants our wishes.


When i thought of this , only one possible explanation came to my mind. The funda of 'hope'. Too cheer people up and tell them that -'hey , you are not alone dude. Theres one cool superpower thats gonna watch your back and protect you from things and grant your wishes if they are true'
Actually if you look at it , this funda of 'not alone' would have given man a lot of peace of mind and happiness when he got to know about it . So came in religion and other beliefs.

What I fail to understand it that why can't people realize this cacophony and start living for real. (like neo and co. did in the matrix) Hope is good guys but what has to be realized that hope gives you expectations and when something doesn't happen in accordance with your 'dream' you feel like hell...Does the theory of evolution doesn't make sense to all? Why is it that you want to live in the dreamy world when you know at the back of your mind that its all an illusion? And religion , ha ha ha , Its like the first weapon of mass destruction that man ever created. Looking at the destruction and chaos that has brought in the life of men is preposterous.

(If any of you agree with what all theories i have conceived then please do read the 'Book of Satan' )

Rockin' IITM

I get all sort of peoplel saying that life is a pain in IITM and stuff like that... This blog is dedicated to that kinda junta who'll fucking crib about anything and everything that comes their way.

I'm in love with IITM man.

Yeah and now for the cribs that people have bout IITM and life here...So let me put some kinda counter argument for each kinda cribs that have come my way.(kinda exaggerated version..it's my blog man, so you have no option other that to bear with it)

1. "There hajaar RG in IITM, people are totally full of shit here"

---Yeah damn right they are. Too much RG ,competition and all kinda stuff. SO WHAT? Are you a goddamn sissy who's scared to take up any sort of challenge in life or face any kinda competition? Come on man look at the life that lies ahead of you, whether its the "Great Indian Dream" of runnning of to the US or whatever. The truth is that though mankind may have developed and become the boss of all beings on earth but the essence of life is the same..Survival of the fittest... So if you aren't game for life and the challenges. No one appreciated your presence here and you should DIE SISSY.



2. "Too much acads and stuff man. Proffs are sadists and like to screw us wheneve they have a chance" (elec junta love this kinda stuff)

---Fine man, acads huh? Tell me one goddamn thing man, is IITM some kinda magical place where you clear JEE come in and go out as sood people with sood jobs or whatever? How the hell do you expect to know things without mugging? Get out of the dreamy world you had when you cleared JEE man, yeah we know you are the cream of the nation and all sort of bull shit. But you gotta mug to become an engineer man. So stop cribbing about acads and get a life LOSER!



3. "Man the rules and regulations are too strict, no freedom to do stuff"

---Okay, if you have ever said the above quote or some derivative of it ever in your life then atleast one of the below stated points holds true :
a) You are GAY
b) You copied the neighbours paper in JEE and got through
c) You have some kind of physical disability (ie deaf,dumb,blind, no 'thing' etc etc)
d) God intended to make you a monkey but changed plans at the last minute
e) Some one stole a portion of your brain(something >80%) when you were born and in the hospital(yeah baby!)
f) You deserve to die....NOW!
Come on guys, if you can seriously thing this way there're definitely hajaar things wrong with you. The amount of freedom given you here is unprecedented. Want proof? Go to any local college in Chennai. Lets take the case of Vellore Institute of Technology. Over there you have to be inside the hostel by 9 (huh?), the scene is worst for the gals who have to be in by 7.... Freedom you say. In Satyabhama college you are fined if a guy speaks to a gal. I can now state a million such examples. So cool off man. Get a life!



4. "Life at IITM is too monotonous and boring. We do the same things over and over again each year"

---He he he . You are kiddin' dude. Are you really really really serious?
Let me tell you a story. There was this guy who did engineering from IITM and went on to do a job in some sood company (name withheld for privacy reasons). He got married , had kids. Everyday he got up in the morning went to the office came back in the evening. He went on like this for 40 years till he died.
Moral of the story: LIFE IS BORING AND MONOTONOUS
So my friend (aka crib god), this chap is none other that you. So commit suicide NOW!


Finally my message to people who have ever in their life said any sort of stuff mentioned in the above 4 expressions:
"You deserve to die man. Coz if you are'nt happy in IITM, you'll never be happy anytime else in life. So DIE NOW! and gain eternal peace"

Pass it on man!

The word 'man' has become my favourite word of recent times.
What really impresses me is the versatileness and the coolness that happens to be present around this word at all times. Whether it may be "Do i know u man?" Or something like "How are you man?" or the title of this blog!
A major reason for my obsession with this word has been two great hippies of my time....
One is Leo aka Tommy Chong of 'That 70's show' /Cheech and Chong fame, the other is our very own Happy man... This obsession has overpowered me with such great force that when meeting up with the dean I almost began like 'How are you man..oh sorry sir'....

The word 'man' can be traced back to the time when hippies were coming into being and forming organized groups. This was some time in the 60's and the 70's in the US were they were becoming so powerful and large in numbers that the US goverment had to carry out one of the most covert and the most hideous operation of all times to wipe them out. (yeah don' t we love these stories about US goverment conspiracies and stuff like this) Yeah and as usual they were able to get away with this like they have done a zillion times (remember the great moon landing hoax). But the spirit survived.....................................

Now the spirit of the hippies craves for the lost glory and roams the middle earth in search of new followers..... It will spare no one. It will not rest until it is resurrected and its lost glory reinstated.

(For those of you wondering what kinda crap is this... This is the grosse output of a jobless mind who doesn't give a shit if the people around him think he is sood or not, like other assholes who write fucking sood putting blogs so that people think that they are creative and sood. SCREW U guys. I know I am GOD and don't give a shit about what you losers think...heheheheh)