Nothing Much

Stoopeed Radioblog thingy…cant get it to work at all. Totally turned me off…3 damned hours in vain.
Anyway, here are some pics of my moment of inspiration:

Where it all started - Arunda's Canteen

The words which created a legend!

Some people say that I’m overdoing it, but actually I’m quite enjoying the fame, the controversy, the bitching and the direct abusing.
Got to go now, have to make my list of new year resolutions…I’m looking forward to them (hehe!).

The M-theory

What happens when you listen to Mozart early in the morning? Umm…let me see…
Woke up to missed calls from my secret admirer (some stooped hutch number), half past 10…classes start at 9.50, hardware practical, electronics lab. Brushing and music get along very well, so I put on Mozart Symphony 39 in E-flat major. All hangovers vanished in a flash, I could conquer the universe, I was God.
Reached college at 12.30, recess, canteen. Was greeted with a standing ovation. Why? Because I got selected for the poetry writing competition!!!! Even more shocking was the fact that I allegedly came first!!!!! Guess who came second…the seahorse!!! That not only makes me a legendary figure in the computer science department, it also proves what a farce this whole poetry thing is. Some people have spend their entire lives reading poetry and the history of English literature and god knows what so that they can compose good poems with deep implications. And then this wannabe from the science department comes along, writes utter crap with no meaning at all let alone deep hidden connotations, and gets selected to represent the College in the poetry writing competition!!! All the great poets in the college must be bitching about me!! That makes me feel sooooo good! The not so good part is that I have to write more of that crap for the finals.
1.00 – HOD’s class, software practical…useless class, never learnt anything from it…went to Bar-B-Q instead. SS gave a treat and again I had to pay a part of it…he can never give a treat where I don’t have to pay.
Went back to college, found it to be extremely boring, so fixed up an appointment with my boss at Zeeshan. Amidst intensive discussions about work, I was treated to Softy Kebab (cute name for a kabab, isn’t it?).
Then it was time for my fusion band practice. On the way, my good jazz pianist friend decided to take a roshogolla detour. He insisted that the shopkeeper should provide hot roshogollas and so they heated them up!!...in a microwave!! Now how many of you can claim to have roshogolla heated up in a microwave?? It was definitely a first for me.
The practice was perfect: no drunk people demanding we play John Denver, no offbeat drumming, no volume control problems, no smart-alec comments. There were people dancing to keep rhythm and the drummer shouting out to stop us from adding more complications to the track.. This band has a future, I can sense it…
Back at home I had to cook chicken (parents are on a holiday, I’m alone in the house! yay yay!). I had shredded and sautéed chicken with roti, caramel custard and “Enchanted Forest” (my own invention) which is a cocktail made of vodka, aam panna, green chillies, Tabasco sauce, lime and mint leaves.
Thus ended a day which was as perfect as it gets. This is what happens when you listen to Mozart in the morning. Try it and tell me about your experiences.

Meatwhore.

Trying to figure out what all of that meant, slipping straight into the realms of dastardly behavior. Farcical afterthoughts floating about in a soup of accented visions. Backdoors to the dreamy infusions subtly ruined by the slow osmosis of outrageous manifestations. Fictitious blackouts of all reason and intelligence amidst agnostic glitterati. All the while the fragments of a latitudinarian imagination conjured up an illusion of focused revelry.
“Can you feel it?”
“Where is it coming from?”
“Just enjoy it.”
“I can’t see it.”
“Well, obviously.”
I was there when it happened. I saw it all. Vacuous phrases all tumbling down the slopes into the shadowy depths. Gaping crevasses all ready to devour the unsuspecting. A delusive hope still persisted amidst the cacophony of deliberations and yet the peak was unattainable.
“I still can’t see it.”
She looked back to find nobody there. I wasn’t there. I could see her look straight through me. She would never find it. Without my help at least. Now I was lost too. She just stood there on the verge of calculated hysteria. I was there, just by her side. I saw it all.

Groovy!

My favourite dance scene...the definition of cool!

"I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good. "

Mia: Don't you hate that?

Vincent: What?

Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.

Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

Mia: Vincent, do you still want to hear my Fox Force Five joke?

Vincent: Sure, but I think I'm still a little too petrified to laugh.

Mia: No, you wont laugh, 'cus it's not funny. But if you still wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

Vincent: I can't wait.

Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, "Ketch-up."

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Bravo! Bravo!

I just want to put this on record: I had the privilege of accompanying two very talented ladies for the solo singing auditions and i have to say that they were really impressive. Both Angira and Ananya sang brilliantly despite the fact that i was regularly screwing up with the chords. Debarati was also very good, she was amazingly steady on the guitar and covered up for my mistakes. And the crowd simply loved them!

What a lucky guy I am! Hope they win... Expecting a treat..hehe.

Absolutist’s Day Out – Part 3 (Well, Not Really!!)

“You called me a seahorse on your blog…,” the slur was all too familiar.
“Well?...,”
“Why did you call me a seahorse?” some people are so eager to get insulted!
“Isn’t it evident,”
(Wide satisfied grin) That got rid of her, again! She’s damn persistent, don’t you think?

“Do you have time to practice?”
“I think I do…”
Some people have serious attitude problems. What kind of a tone is that? It’s true that she has auditions today and I am supposed to accompany her and we haven’t practiced the song properly, but even then… “Do you have time…,” What kind of a remark is that? The song’s easy for me to play, I just have to go on stage and play a few chords, that’s it. What’s all the fuss about? She’s looking at me as if I was a convicted rapist. Oh well, I don’t think I’ll ever understand women. They are so exquisitely complicated.

Talking of women, I can never understand why some can be so self-depreciating. All they can do is criticize every inch of their physical and spiritual being and feel happy about it. Someone who can sing well will convince herself that she’s no good, someone who can play the guitar well will convince herself that she won’t get anywhere because she lacks passion and others just believe that life is boring. And the strange fact is that they support their views fanatically. Nothing can convince them otherwise. You can see for yourself, just visit some random blogs by females. Generally, the posts start out pretty well but in the end it’s always something to do with how superficial they are, how incompetent they find themselves to be and how much they ate and how fat they are becoming. Isn’t there more to life than just that. And some call ME self-absorbed!

How can you listen to U2 and read Harry Potter at the same time? There can be two reasons for doing so, 1. Your auditory and visual senses work independently, which is a physiological miracle or 2. You just want to look cool with the headphones on and also want people to notice that you are reading. What do you make of it??

No, no, no! It is not happening any more. The flow is not there at all. The preceding sentences were forced and did not come naturally. The writing too doesn’t have that punch. I think I should give it a rest for a while. Perhaps I’m not in the mood to murder people. I’m sure it won’t take long to get mad at life and society again! Till then this 5-part series is……