Pardon My Intolerance….

July 7, 2009 at 8:07 pm (Personal) (, )

For all you regular visitors, you’ll might have noticed that this is my first post in a few weeks. I always thought that I could churn out articles every week.

However this time, with my classes and exams all whipping my ass with every passing day, I had to reflect back and prioritize my day-to-day timetable, and sadly, this blog lost out on most of the time it gets due to that.

The blog will continue, I will post more articles in the near future, more satire awaits you (thats for sure πŸ˜‰ ) . But hey, I had to be practical too, right?

Rest assured, this blog will continue to grow, but maybe not in the same flavour it used too at least for a couple of months. (like I’ve written 1000s of articles till now πŸ˜› , but even so)

Hope you’ll will pardon my intolerance 😐


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The irony of life…

June 17, 2009 at 11:38 pm (Personal, Views) (, , , )


Life’s not fair. Face it. No matter what you try, it never ends up unfair in your favour. Unless you are one of those lucky ones, whom I’d like to thrash today. (this blogger lets out an evil grin πŸ˜€ )

Not everybody are lucky, be it the middle class, the general category, the “I’m begging for attention since I’m not cricket” teams in India, I could go on. Yet it still bugs me to see that the lucky ones do get away with it. Let me point out a very basic example.

I’m a metalhead. I’m an aspiring metalhead. Iron Maiden, Lamb Of God, Metallica, Megadeth, CoB are always on my playlist. Not to say that I dont listen to other genres too (Yanni is my favourite semi-classical composer ever) but thats a separate issue. Coming back to the point. I always dream of having a device that can satisfy my every whim. To be able to play Are You Dead Yet? in high volume and yet not creating a riot among neighbours has been difficult, if not impossible.

Yet, in front of me sit’s a guy (with a very popular touch screen device) showing it off as he listens to Genda Phool in full volume. 😐

This guy has never heard of metal (he found Nothing Else Matters to be metal for crying out loud πŸ˜€ ), has the audacity to call it lameΒ  (I pity him) and yet be smirked up about it. Why? Well you’ve guessed it right. He’s got the <very popular touch screen device>, I dont. Some might call me stupid to raise an issue out of this.

But hey, I didnt know whether to laugh at his “cool” antics or actually sit and think about it. So, I did both.

This is just an example to show how the lucky ones have it all, while the ones that either truly want or deserve <very popular touch screen device>, end up in a cold place.

This not only applies here but to life in general (or atleast I would think in India). The lucky ones can buy themselves a seat in a prestigeous college. The lucky ones end up with “smanshy pants” goodies. The lucky ones study abroad (hmm, I dont think that went well down under 😐 ). The lucky ones monopolize the market, and in the end, the lucky ones inherit riches.

Meanwhile us GC guys are left working our asses of to get “that” free seat in “that” govt. college to get “that” degree after 4 years of hard work. Something which the lucky ones can get in the snap of their fingers.

Maybe that’s why GC guys work so hard, maybe to look at the lucky ones in the eye and say “I did it for free-ee “. πŸ˜€

Some guys I pointed out from the group are really sincere and dedicated (in fact I know some who are lucky yet extremely down to earth and hard-working). Yet, a majority of them are not so.

That’s the irony of life, that we all are not born to be “The Lucky Ones”. 😐

/end of rant
PS All references made to any individual/group are purely coincedental πŸ˜›

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May 7, 2009 at 2:58 pm (Personal) (, , , )

My B’day is coming up. πŸ™‚

What more can I ask for than flattering myself with a poem (written by me of course πŸ˜› )

The final chapter of childhood unfolds,

as I walk into the future thats never been told.

My last year of kiddish-ness, my last year of freedom,

The last year I cant be liable for what crap I have done.

It’s been fun to still be a juvenile,

Although I’ve been etching to grow up all this while

To become an adult, to grow up is all I wanted to do,

As I realise now that childhood is fun too.

Voting, driving, boozing are a year away,

So are “hard-work” and “responsibilty” alsoΒ  in the fray

I’ve almost exitted the era of fun.

But heck, I’m not an adult yet,Β  just give me this one πŸ˜€

(wierd poem I know, but makes me feel good about myelf πŸ˜‰ )

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