World's first blog story : Continued

Rohan's idea of braiding a story with threads of different colors and texture ( i perceive)

He had always known that silence spoke volumes, unfortunately it was in a language he failed to decipher on most occasions.A long pause.He stared for what seemed liked ages.It made little sense.May be it was'nt meant to be. He shrugged and looked at his friend

Uncut

Life is a b!tch. When it looks safe and settled, to feel comfortable and happy.It comes up with a bitter one. The last few months were amazing. She and i bonded really well.We were always together.We ate together.Evening strolls along the river-side. Laugh and cry together.I even watched all her favourite soaps with her.A movie, once in a while. When she had her morning blues, i cheered her up through my whacky dances. Yeah,life is a b!tch. No idea how she took it.The turn of events was too sudden. Too much for me. Blaring lights, stop-start breathing. The bond was cut and i cried my heart out.

Dreamz Unlimited

Totti: Hey! How is it going?
She : Um.Its going allright.How is it going with you?
Totti: I had a dream last night.
She : oh. what was it about?
Totti : I had a dream that i told you that i love you.
She : Really? Hmm.What did i say? Get your passport?

Something is screwed.I realize that i see everything in shades of grey and white. She looks at me curiously."Whats the matter? is something wrong". I shake my head. My hands to the eyes and i see they are still closed.:)

The making of a PJ GOD : 0.5 the Movie

A shrill alarm went off in an apartment in the posh area of pasadena, calif. Its voice quickly cut off by a hand slam. Rubbing his eyes, he flicked open his laptop and requested google: Quality poor jokes. His eyes glowed, his trademark silly grin shows up on his face. He liked what he saw, his hands automatically reached out for the notepad lying next to him.And, he began writing down furiously.Pausing once in a while, to think, cross out, smile and write some more. All through the day these notes would be his angel. He worked hard.Read them in elevators,in bathrooms, stuck in traffic the notes resting on his steering wheel.

This is an attempt to capture the essence of the struggle of a man(?) on his way to glory. Story similar to Forrest gump. However, he is not physically challenged. Well, that's debatable.Let's take a quick detour.Many people he met thought he was challenged elsewise too.This is an attempt that numbers such large are rarely wrong

I plan to explore many themes.An important feature i would like to etch out is the uncanny ability to copy stuff and claim as hiw own. This would follow with a series of sub stories : while preparing for entrance exams, embarassing situation when he tried to come up with his own jokes etc... It would be the making of one of the finest conman, whose skills leonardo could only dream to possess. For the love angle, i intend to copy many of these lovely stories. A few clarifications about why he swindled money from a non-profit org (can't mention its name).

Ofcourse, the movie will have songs.Each and every freaking one of them would be copied. We will also mix them up a little.

Atlas shrugged

A story with three layers. Or let us say two layers. Weaving in and out. Kind of like harry met sally. I guess it would make life much more interesting than sitting around doing nothing! It is almost two decades that i have seen this kind of things. Read countless stories, watched tens of movies. Simple people who suddenly become heroes. Why, god, why! why can't i have one such experience. Is that a lot to ask! A small voice speaks within me, "Do a don quixote!". Nah! what's the fun in going around looking for adventures.They have to happen naturally, suddenly.Swisssssssssssssssh! Fate riding on the wings of a falcon.Swift, sudden, majestic!

Why, what, how? Hmm..

How is it that during the mahabharata age that both kinds of polygamy were existent?

Krishna had about eight wives and countless girlfriends
Panchali had five husbands

Why is Andaz apna apna titled andaz apna apna?

What will happen if i post all my yahoo id, gmail, blogger, webmail, bank account, credit card account, every password ? (just Screwed?)


Hmm...

Slapped and Dusted

I want to make just one call.
How f*ing stupid do you think iam ?

A lonely alley hidden within the dark fissures of a metropolitan. Witness of countless crimes. Today's special is me. At the end of the alley, is the mouth to freedom and death. A couple pass-by. They seem to be from a distant land. A scream took shape in my throat, hit the tight shut teeth and receded to the pit of the stomach. Amid, the raining blows, the emotion got stronger. The urge to let her know. When he took a time-out, i repeated my request. Denied. I had nothing to offer, no means to bargain.

I want to tell her not to wait for me. I will not be coming home.

The words never came out. At his home, a few blocks away, a heart skipped one beat.

Dark side of the Story : The return of the ring

The days have been growing darker. Nobody cares to listen to me, though. I blame that stupid giant ring factory (Doom inc.,) with its frothing fumes is responsible. Ok..Ok, so I once got a ring for myself from there once. I did yank it away. But now, I repent it. I have set up flyers all over the place. Even in obscure location such as Shitty Shire, suggested by some idiot Gollum.

Life always tends to surprise me, though. It brings you joy from unexpected corners. In the evening, I found an email from Frodo baggins . I get a lot of spam these days. Saruman with his “world-domination” plans. The weekly reports from the nazguls. Pretty painful. There was something about the name and shire also sounded familiar. Anyway, I opened and behold! It was a reply regarding my flyer!

A couple of emails back and forth, and things finally started to fall in place. I convinced Frodo to drop off the ring at my place. In return, I promised a thug treat! On the fateful day, junta gathered at my place. Apparently, it was one of the guys birthday party. And, they spared no expenses. Huge blokes with drums, some lightening stuff, tents and what not! All I cared for was the grub and the booze. Saruman could’nt make it as his roof top had fallen down owing to some overloaded toilet or some vague reason like that.

I don’t remember what happened next. I lay wasted on the floor. Way too many vodka shots. Some vague movement above my head, and some kid came into view. “Whats going on?”. I was in no mood for a chat. I turned and threw up some more. He said,”Um..dark lord…err…my name is Frodo! we need to talk”.

Thats it! i have my version of lord of the rings ready now.

Ignorance is bliss, a lot of times

Ignorance is bliss. This is not the first time I have come to realize this . I have a confession to make. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be an awesome singer. It is in the recent past, that I have realized I am god awful. From that point, I have either restricted my singing to within the four walls of my bathroom or to large singing gatherings. I seek solitude at the extremes of the spectrum. The other evening, I was at a birthday of my friend (amani) and there were talks about this “new kid on the block” with a good voice. Listening to tushar, brought back some long lost memories. I guess it all stemmed from this one session in my school. Every morning at school, we used to assemble to figure out things in life. Once in a while, some kid would hop onto the dias and perform something. This guy (Prem) sings “Ae mere watan ke logo”. That’s all! The song evoked such strong emotions, I felt like Nehru when he first heard this song!

October rain

I sat alone on the window of my apartment. Looking out, i see the city of New York doused in rain. I have mixed feelings about the rain in october. It is just when the warmth of the summer is receding, the cold wet slap of rain comes down.I spot a pigeon flying slowly, heavy with the weight of rain in its feathers.It looks doleful and lands infront of my window. Poor chap. And, then from nowhere slams a hawk onto it.For some, it does'nt matter if the world is turning upside down. They always deem it a good opportunity to plunder. It is just their nature.

And they met again...

We stood there (well, atleast i stood) facing each other. Just a veil, seperating us. I felt like it is time. To test, if i was right in what i believed . But then, if i was wrong now, does'nt mean i will be wrong forever. The thought brought a smile on my face . I stood still for a few moments. Then, in one single fluid motion, stripped away the barrier. The action jerked it, though i guess it knew it was going to happen at sometime or the other. Lying innocently, on my bed, it beamed back at me.

Feel free to copy

Allright.So, i have had rigid views on copying stuff, academically or otherwise since i was a kid. But, things change over time. And, so do people ( Half-tempted to use another link from casablanca's blog, again!! :) ). Anyway, i had an eye-opener in an organic chemistry exam, where all rules were broken. I have had some bad experiences, in terms of cogging. I almost got flunked in a humanities class, thanks to a friend of mine, who masterminded more than half of the copying network set up in those days. One of my other friends ( most penn state people who i am talking about ;)) did some serious copying and got into trouble.

I think copying should be made legal. It is one of the greatest virtues, human beings have been ever endowed with. How, you say? The same attrocious, fallacious argument Ayn rand uses to justify selfishness and pig-headedness. Pointy is also a proponent of plagiarisation. Infact, 100% of his PJs are stolen from somewhere. In his own wise words,"The trick is people should not know the source". I think that is a great idea. I will claim it as my own, now on. Junta do it, anyways. Even, in tech circles, they do it freely. Euphemistically, they call it "reverse engineering". And, i am totally up for it. Bury creativity! Punish those smug over achievers! There should not be any copyrights, only the right to copy! Like the freedom of expression.

Dark side of the story - Gollum chips in

Previously,
Making of the ring
Saruman-the sissy

Near-death experience

It is true that in situations when you meet death face-to-face, your whole life flashes by you. In black and white. You get the sound effects too. I felt that definately this was it. No rush of blood, though.My friend had a near death experience. Some girl fundaes .I wonder how long does your end-of-the-life show lasts. Mine lasted about 50 minutes. And, then when i thought all hope was lost, the prof said "we will meet on friday". Death by powerpoint

On a different note, i have lost quite a few things in life.(Nope.not my mind). I was waiting for this killer class in the lounge. And, i enter the class and find my hand chain missing!!! I strongly believe in the funda that if a thing really belongs to you then you will eventually get it back. (On a philosophical note: holds good for true love.If you love someone, and they don't give a squat about you.Let them go.If they come back, that is true love :))))
Coincidentally, just before the class i was reading casablanca's blog and someone had commented similar things about loosing and finding!! You might loose it for a little while. I am hopeful my chain returns. I once had a hollywood cap. Which I lost around 20 times during my trip to LA, but then i kept finding again and again. Reminds me of a scene in Harry potter, Book 5. Luna loses a bunch of stuff and she lands up in gryffindor room. Harry asks her if she need help finding her stuff. But she replies dreamily,"No. They will turn up.They always do". So, don't worry. i will get it back!

PS: If any of you guys do find it, please return it to me.Forget the above!!