Vacations over

I hate it when vacations end. Summer break is over, and back to college I go as the last leg of my second year in medicine lies ahead to be conquered. *sigh, medicine courses have a 1.5 year long 2nd year to inflict some extra pain :D*

The very thought of travelling 17 kilometers across the city to get to college and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING *<-- yes, please re-read that* makes me quite an arrogant delinquent temporarily :|

So, I shall be off now, to go and buy the high E string which snapped yesterday night :s

Foolish string.

The Painter's Palette

He sat before his canvas

and pondered upon what his next creation

would be.

Confused he was, for he wanted

to paint 'truth' but he did not know

if the truth was true

Days and nights flew by

the sand in Heaven's tall hourglass slipped away

as he sat still before his white board

He doodled with his brush,

raised a quizzical eyebrow,

a smile crept across his face.

He dabbed a little red, and erased it with black

highlighted lines, and shaded vividly

everything he sketched, he blackened

After hours spent, his hands were stained

with vile paint and turpentine

he gazed at the canvas, as though he was possesed

It was the blackest of black

Like truth itself.

Endings

If at all, there is a constant in this universe, other than change.. it would be 'the end'. Endings are everywhere. The end of the universe, the world, life, relationships, school, college.. you name it, it shall end... soon.

All endings have a very strange attribute. Endings bring about sense of overwhelming joy, sadness, annoyance, pity but it never fails to provoke emotions. They leave a void, only to shelved away by time. The more you think about the entire concept of 'the end', the more you'd like to believe in the chances of a new beginning. This is perhaps the fuel for human life. Belief that when things come to a close, there shall be a new avenue that crops up.. somewhere, sometime.

Till then, we clasp our palms around the lantern of hope, keeping the winds of change at bay. It is quite unreal that we have created so much insignificance around us, when we ourselves are equivalent to an absoulte zero in comparison to the vastness of the Universe. And when an entity such as the universe dies.. something endless shall be born. Silence.

Of commentators.. and other things

These days, when it comes to sport, especially cricket, watching it can be more fun if you pay attention to the commentary.

As retired players, they've got nothing much to do back home, and decide to bring a little humor *unintentionally of course* in to the game. :P

Ramiz Raja is perhaps the biggest clown in the box. He rambles nothing but flim flam sprinkled with some fancy english words. Eg: "How well he has managed to mitigate this innings in the last few overs."

What sort of nonsense is that!?

And one more on the leg spinner Amit Mishra - "Amit Mishra... he can spin the ball" :|

Yea, thanks.. I didn't know that.

I remember the old days, when I used to listen to Tony Greig, and he has made a few cracks like this as well. One of them went like - "Oh! All the Indians in the stands are alive now!" xD

Set Max had a few muddleheads for anchors this year. This guy, Samir Kochar.. looks like a constipated horse trying to be funny, lets loose a comment such as "It's not going to be easy..... because it's going to be hard." <-- Really? Wow :| These people must have an IQ of a worker ant.

And this other chap Chang, the lame Indian Idol winner. He questions a player who didn't make it to the playing 11: "Are you happy, that you are not playing today?" Chang, you should just go home to Assam or wherever you came from. :|

Danny Morisson, THIS guy, is my favorite. He never ceases to entertain me with his pathetic BUT funny gimmicks. In the final,when things were getting tighter for the Royal Challengers, Kohli cut the ball to deep backward point. Danny : "oooo virat coolie.." *coolie? LMAO* "he's just so cooool...." :|

And for the last excerpt, this one from our very own 'Little Master' Sunil Gavaskar commentating on Shane Warne's brilliant bowling :"An Indian would say, 'Usko ullu banaya' ... that is he has made him an ullu."

^ oh, brother... :\

Joblessness taken to the next level

People these days have become so inactive, that they go about doing these extremely weird quizzes on facebook.

And it really annoys me to even read a few of their titles. For example- 'What badass animal are you' quiz, or 'Which female body part are you ' quiz <-- SERIOUSLY? :|

I have a feeling that someday, Artificial intelligence will rake up all this data about humans and take over the world. :s

Not that I am the first to have this notion, but it is highly likely. Imagine if the computer knows your name, address, your friends, your activities, about your schooling.... and errr.. even which female body part you are!

Scary? Be afraid. Your PC may just consume you for lunch tomorrow. :P

The blonde moment.

We all have had our blonde moments, and just 10 minutes ago, Dhoni had his.

12 runs off 12 balls. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to know you'd have to utilize one of your better bowlers available.

But no... Dhoni gave the ball to Jacob David Phillip Oram. An imposing figure, standing at 1.98m tall, he could seriously scare a batsman with his height. But not with his bowling :|

Big-Jake, has not bowled a single ball, over the last few games of the team's campaign, and his batting form is quite awry. So much for confidence. Asking this chap to bowl a tidy over is a far fetched idea. Something like trying to woo a lesbian woman. Wishful thinking indeed. *pardon me for the analogy. At 11:43 pm, I can't think very well :P*

And he starts off, jogging up to the bowler's crease, and lets it go with a slow, 'tear the leather off this ball will you' action. It culminates into the WORST full toss any guy with a physically able upper limb, and an intact CNS could ever bowl. Above waist-height, no ball, and Taylor helps it over the ropes, game over.

Sometimes, it pays to be conventional, and things can seriously screw up if you do something illogically different. Sport teaches a thing or two about life, be it football, tennis or boring F1 *yeap, i dont think it is even a sport :|*

Error 404: Band not found

One of the biggest dreams of a heavy metal fan would be to crank up the distortion and play before a huge crowd with a successful band.

And forming a band, let alone a successful one, is perhaps the most tiring, teeth grinding and mind numbing activity for unlucky people.. like me for example :|

Just when everything falls into place, you realize that the Murphy's law is somewhere around the bend. *i am a strict non-believer of this particular law, but over the past few months, my opinions are slowly changing :s* Guitarist has the flu, drummer has an exam, bassist has a code red situation with his girl friend, all this boils down to no jam in the end. So much for trying to make things happen.

So this is what you do, to make your own band:

1. Start when you are 5 years old, and try to learn to play drums, bass, guitars and do vocals at the same time, that way, you don't have to give a flying fuck to other band members :D

2. Get your girlfriend into the band. So she won't feel 'left out' xD

3. Make simple songs at first. You try to complicate things, you are digging your own grave.
(^ that is some honest advice :|)

4. Dont paint your face white and black... and behave like those black metal lunatics. No one buys that in India xD

5. Be anti-religion, anti-government, anti-shiv sena and anti-'whatever-you-can-think of' but DON'T be anti-woman. The feminists will impale your band like a bunch of goats and let you hang on stage like how Gorgoroth do it on stage. :P

6. Lastly, don't name your band something like, Death Insanity, Death Monstrosity, Blood and other body fluids, Kidney eaters etc. It sounds like those Z-grade horror flicks and sometimes even cheap pornography titles :|

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