Tuesday, December 30, 2008

just so I have a computer I feel obligated to do something with it...even if it's just writing something that gives me the delusional feeling of a published person...that's the beauty of  Internet....vent your heart out and let it hang there in cyber vastness ...for other voyeurs such as yourself.

Friday, December 19, 2008

this note will self destruct in fifteen seconds.....

A collections of pointless mental notes from this week.
Listening to James blunt i couldn't help but draw Difference bet your beautiful by James blunt and beautiful by Christina aguleira
Your beautiful is a song about a broken heart . Blunt is driven to despair by the fact that he can never have this serenely beautiful girl whom he just saw.But he has a plan . . . He is going to end his life ,just so he doesn't have to spend it ,not having her. Stupid and sad. . . but really beautiful.
aguleira's song on the other hand is a consolation prize for the unanimous and ugly population seeking every scrap of encouragement their infernal low self esteem can feed on.The song is only beautiful when a fat or short or bald or scrawny or face lift undergone or paper bagged faced person sings it. Sure aguleira has sung it in the vid but ,you're missing the underbelly of her plot. she's shown as a homeless,bare feet walking,torn clothes wearing,unkempt hair possessing pavement hugging urban vagabond.Any pretty person to sing the song automatically becomes cocky and vapid.imagine belluci singing it. . In her hot Italian drawl if you must . . . She's already pretty and singing the song will just be blowing your own trumpet .. . May be she'll be dubbed as being humble and modest for considering herself below measure to sing this song Of secret self pity and perverse false assurance.
Among other things aditya chopra is the new rgv.(There are two people who are severely boycotted by my folks
1. rgv for shrieking obvious reasons and
2. my dad bears plain unconditional animosity against himesh bhai reshamiya.)
Having seen rab ne . . . I achieved a new level of confoundedness . . . Didn't think it was possible.'Now i'm moustached now i'm not' game didn't quite do well . . The movie didn't endear nor enthrall . . Heck i'm the person who liked and saw oso five times. . . I'm an easy audience.. . .-
//Me: how did you like the movie?
Sis:i loved it.
Me: let me count the times this has happened
race
tashan
de tali
bachna ae haseeno//
. . . . - or am i?
Why is it that Just when you decide to be more mature and grown up And rid yourself of the vocab of a tween turned fourteen year old (hackneyed use. . . Rock, rule, sweet,fine, awesome,. . . i can't spit away 'cool'. I'm a kid of the nineties.. . . )Just when you think your stupid days are over. . . And no more will you let a mortifying moment fleet by . . . Is it that you find yourself showering wearing your glasses.

Run neon tiger there's a lot on your mind
they promise just to pet you but don't you let them get you.. . -The killers


it is only the opinion of a human being that can breach the oppressive dogma of didactic rule or in bush's case heavy presidential security.blind fury can be .....well blinding . . . Or delusional like love it makes you do stupid things. Now did bush deserve the boot still remains a vexed debate, we cannot overlook his agile duck . . . That saved him not from one but two insolently aimed boots

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

yellow jumpsuit fever.


are you scared?

no... its just a movie. it just a movie...

amputation is never this frequent and due to a samurai sword in real life...

did you see that?

i wish i hadn't.

uma thurman:Any more subordinates for me to slice.

me:please let there be no more. please let there be no more.

lucy liu: did you think it was going to be this easy.

me:oh why.

uma thurman: (condescendingly) yes .... yes i did.

quick! cover your eyes ... her blade is at it again.

swish swish swoosh... flying limb here ....swish swish swoosh.... flying limb there.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

reaching critical threshold

I think i'm turning into an old parsi hag who lives with bald cats...(i don't have any pets...darn) or may be i'm just turning into Norman Bates *a boy's best friend is his blond wigged -dead -skeletal mother*.

Sitting through the day on the first bench and staring at philandering coefficients snuggle up to completely strange variables, exhibitioning their debauchery on the chalkboard, i realised....wow control systems engineering is scandalous.

stare at equations on chalkboard ,

stare at equations on greaseboard,

check my zit in the mirror,

stare at equations on computer screen,

the day is like one long gestation for a solution.

it came to an end with a group discussion where i argued my male feminist teacher about women's liberation.I wonder if it makes me a facist to label a feminist by their gender .....anyhoo...while playing audience i got bored of the cheesy topic of livein relationships(barf) and i asked my friend why do they register marriages...

he said-because polygamy is illegal.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

madhatter


Fleeing in haste,he checks his pocket watch..no he does not consider punctuality a virtue,he's just a people pleaser.One of the same sorry suck uppers.So many people to please,so little patience and he's running out of the remnant.But he manages.Puts up a polite face and deceives people with his people pleasing ways.Laughs at their silly jokes,makes sillier ones for them to laugh at.Praises them on their succes and empathises their petty losses.In his succesful attempt to assimilate in to their kin he whips up a phoney himself.A decoy.It makes more sense to succumb than it ever did.To yield is to survive, he realised.