Wednesday, October 28, 2009

God hates us all - part 2

Came here with a mindset to write a totally enjoyable post.. but after reading soin's thrash metal version.. am all charged up to write mine.. so soin had put the blame on the ancestors.. true it is their fault too.. but i had something different in mind already and i dont wanna change that.. so it shd be obvious that am gonna put the blame on god.. all this reservation started on the basis of caste.. caste means religion.. and all this religion stuff attributes to god.. if i had a time machine, i'll go to the time period to kill whichever stupid fuck got the idea of a supernatural power controlling everything.. this guy was the cause for every fuckin shit that is going on now.. this might not be a big problem in other countries.. but in a highly diverse country such as India, one god itself is tuf to handle.. a lot of gods.. gimme a am basically against each and every religion in this fuckin world.. thats y the basic difference between people occurs..

and so ntpc came to our coll.. interviewed 10.. took the obvious 6 outta which one guy was a sc who mugged the about me column.. the worst part is that the about me for him was written by another guy.. totally unworthy idiot who is goin to be the fate of india's largest power sector company.. so rather than putting the blame directly on god.. i question all those "believers" whether is it appropriate to believe in god at times like these wen u feel god solely is responsible for all this utter chaos.. i cant call myself a perfect athiest even.. coz i may even be forced to believe in god in severe circumstances jus longing for a miracle to happen.. so even considering that am a theist it is instances such as now that force my comple mind to question his very existence..

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

the metal paradox

Its been very long that i wrote a post on music.. but this upcoming post wont amuse the readers who dont dig into metal music.. so to do justice i present u with my gtalk status for the past 2 days..
""maiden is god" are the words of a non-satanic atheist.."
for those who dont understand what maiden is.. Iron maiden is a legendary music band in the heavy metal genre.. recently i've been totally addicted to their songs.. when i updated this as my status.. there started a conversation between me and another fellow metal fan..
he asked me whether this was a paradox.. so is this a paradox?? i replied "maybe.. its complicated.."
now, the genres death metal and norwegian black metal are based on satanism.. although iron maiden are not totally satanic.. some of their songs are.. coming to the statement.. it literally means "a band which worships satan is god".. or rather.. "satan is god".. theoretically, satan is totally evil and god is totally pure/good.. but the world we live in has good and bad in it.. although good and bad are relativistic.. subjecting a person to physical torture/harm(*1*) is bad if u ask me..its not that the bad guys worship satan and the good guys worship god.. the bad guys also worship god..(*2*) people have questions such as "if god exists, then y do all the bad things happen".. well i believe the think which we call god is really a hybrid of the theoretical satan
and the theoretical god.. it is this GOTAN who we call god.. gotan is assigned to do one job.. to maintain the balance between good and bad.. too much good is bad.. too much bad is also bad..

*1*- only after implementing the physical stress, u can apply the psychological,sexual and other kinds of stress.. so i guess this is primary..
*2*- good guys worshipping satan are hard to find.. i'll let u know wen i find out

P.S:- any fans of dragonball-z here??

Coming to the music part which was the main reason for this post.. the following should be a treat for the metalheads.. not my creation.. found it sumwhere.. so just sharing.. it jus describes the various metal genres..

HEAVY METAL: The protagonist arrives on a Harley, kills the dragon, drinks a few beers, and bones the princess.

POWER METAL:The protagonist arrives riding a white unicorn, escapes from the dragon, saves the princess and makes love to her in an enchanted forest.

THRASH METAL:The protagonist arrives, fights the dragon, saves the princess and fucks her.

DEATH METAL:The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon, fucks the princess and kills her, then leaves.

BLACK METAL:The protagonist arrives at midnight, kills the dragon and impales it in front of the castle. Then he sodomizes the princess, drinks her blood in a ritual before killing her. Then he impales the princess next to the dragon.

DOOM METAL:The protagonist arrives, sees the size of the dragon, and thinks he could never beat him. He gets depressed and commits suicide. The dragons eats his body and the princess as dessert. That's the end of the sad story.

GOTHIC METAL:The princess in a velvet costume starts singing soprano. The protagonist completes the duet by adding the beast part, while the dragon plays the flute. Suddenly the dragon swallows the flute and accidently scorches the beauty and the beast and suffocates to death. All their souls are damned in hell for all eternity.

PROGRESSIVE METAL:The protagonist arrives with a guitar and plays a solo of 26 minutes. The dragon kills himself out of boredom. The protagonist arrives at the princess' bedroom, plays another solo with all the techniques and tunes he learned in the last year of the conservatory. The princess escapes looking for the HEAVY METAL protagonist.

GLAM METAL:The protagonist arrives, the dragon laughs at the guy's appearance and lets him enter. He steals the princess' make-up and tries to paint the castle in a beautiful pink color.

NU METAL:The protagonist arrives in a run down Honda Civic and attempts to fight the dragon but he burns to death when his moronic baggy clothes catch fire.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The difference in spark

This was my first diwali away from home.. or rather a bachelor's thala deepavali..(thala deepavali is the first diwali celebrated by a married male/female) most of u might know that my native place is chennai(in south india) and i am currently in raipur(central india).. In chennai i have my family.. and in raipur, me and my friends live in a separate house.. In this post, am mainly gonna talk abt the differences i noticed in the way the festival is celebrated in the 2 parts or rather gonna say what i have done during diwali..

Read the corresponding points back to back..

In Chennai..
1. 10PM-3AM:- I would have definitely slept..

2. 3.15AM:- I go to the streets and burst a 200 wala to show everyone that i've woken up and to wake all the sleeping beauties.. 15 mins are for just lingering in my sleep.. or atleast until dad comes and says "go and wake everyone up.."

3. 3.30AM:- This is what exactly happens.. and i dunno the name of this proceeding.. my mom spreads a mat on the floor.. me, my sis and my dad sit on it.. my mom goes inside the pooja room and brings the necessary "godly" stuff.. she applies turmeric and kumkum on all our foreheads.. and pours a little oil on our heads.. my dad gives us 1 rupee coins and we have to put it on the plate which contains all the godly stuff.. my mom takes it eventually.. then comes the best part.. i get an oil head massage from my dad.. i wish i can sleep again.. eventually i take a bath.. all this would have been done by at the max 4'o clock..

4. 4AM:- I put on my new clothes and tease my little sister for a while.. then go out with a few crackers and wish everybody out there a happy diwali.. everybody.. from beggars to pple travelling in cars.. the TV would be on and instrumentals on a full flow.. my mom would have put her usual ettu pulli kolam.. nothin fancy.. a simple rangoli..

5. 5AM:- The street is probably flooded now.. the little kids are highly notorious since they go in bunches and plan wickedly and choose their target carefully.. unfortunately.. urs truly was once a target of these kids.. (reason: urs truly has once lit 5 atom bombs in succession and then threw the 6th atom bomb in the air.. they were jealous) So.. wen i was close to the gate,they had me distracted by some other kid who made me to watch him.. while i was watching him 2 more kids lighted 2 kuruvi vedis(a fairly good explosive) right near my ears and stuck them onto the gate.. n the two explosives blasted at the same time making urs truly deaf for almost 5 mins.. the kids executed the plan perfectly.. no physical damage done but completely deaf for 5 mins.. all i could see was them laughing around.. i still havent taken the revenge on those naughty lil pests yet..

6. 6AM:- My dad is now ready and would do some risky stuff to enthrall the kids.. he would hold the 200 wala in his hands until it comes to the hand.. funny that i've never tried that even once..

7. 6.30AM:- The munching starts.. when i was small they threatened me to wash my hands every time before i lay upon my hand on the food.. so i would wash my hands and then eat.. now tht i hav bcum lazy and more brainy.. wen i go into the kitchen.. my mom stuffs the food in my mouth and i continue with the fireworks.. ;)

8. 7AM:- Me and dad would start watching TV and all the crap morning interviews with celebrities they put on.. the munching is still on pple.. and then it is TV(solomon papaiya) and TV(matinee movie) and more TV(evening movie) till evening.. at times fireworks.. and the great feast.. i may even go outside to meet my friends..

9. 7PM:- after 7AM its directly to 7PM.. we light the lamps all around the house.. and am off to fire rockets and a lil bit of fancy stuff to light up the night sky.. we sleep off finally..

In Raipur..
1. 12AM- 3AM:- Sleeping.. whats that??.. first of all this time was a lil bit different.. it was soin's bday.. so the usual party happened at 12AM.. we gave him gpl and ate his awesome bday cake as if we were scavengers.. u can check out that awesome bday cake here.. After that we start playing cards till about 3 AM.. every1 else slept..

2. 3AM:- We are totally stuffed with the 4 pound cake.. lazily me, soin and ela plan to get up, go to the street in an effort to wake all our neighbours.. we ignite the 100 wala.. the sound wasnt much but it shd have been enuf to wake em all.. our efforts go in vain.. not a single soul comes out for the next 1 hr..

3. 4AM:- No special religious proceeding.. we dont have a pooja room coz all are not of the same religion.. none of the hindus here are so religious where as the christians here are so religious.. neways.. no oil bath.. forget oil bath.. i didnt take bath the whole day.. soin took bath in the evening.. hari and rajesh perhaps took bath in the morning at maybe 10..

4.5AM:- By now Soin would have got around 4 calls from his home whereas i got 1 call through which i sufficed the need.. Since no-one woke up on our street.. we went to the tea shop in an effort to see pple awake on the auspicious day.. the chai wala was there.. we wished him and while happily drinking chai.. the rangoli-wala caught my eye.. took a few random colours and went home..

5. 6.30AM:- There are absolutely no kids still..

6. 7AM:- I really missed my dad.. but friends are the best substitute one can get.. me and ela clean the area in front of the gate in order to create more space for the rangoli..

7. 8AM:- Interestingly.. we just had 2 packets of sweets and 2 mixtures for the entire day.. not the kinda munching u had expected..

8. 8.30AM- 11.30 AM:- We saw the nayanthara interview on suntv.. one hell of a comedy.. the tattoo controversy was totally uncalled for.. then we saw the soloman papaya patti manram.. it was disappointing.. still not even a single cracker sound.. pissed off me and soin went off to bed..

9. 4.30PM:- Straight to work on the rangoli.. we didnt want some fancy design.. we needed a clear cut concept(alliteration aah..) it was rajesh's idea finally that came into play.. we finished with rangoli and then started the lamps(vilakku).. decorated the whole house with lamps.. u can check every stage of the rangoli and the decoration here..

10. 6.30PM:- Night is when the party began.. man u shd have seen this.. we were totally in love with the night sky.. All the rich pple show off with their money.. they burst only 10000 walas and fancy things that go and burst in the sky.. it totally rocked.. we bursted our small pile of crackers and went roaming around the city.. we took fotos of all the beautifully decorated houses and the rangoli.. our eyes took the pictures of all the good looking girls neatly dressed up..(wat can i say.. we're still bachelors..) in short.. it was a treat to our eyes..

P.S: I dedicate this post to my house mates.. rather close friends and fellow bloggers soin and hari.. if u wish to then plz take the award..
P.P.S: soin's real name is vishvak saen.. betcha lot of pple wouldnt know this..

Thursday, October 15, 2009

the long arm of the companies part 1..

Its been long.. i was totally jobless but still didnt find time to write something.. read all ur posts..
neways we all went to city mall as a very much needed outing and to buy formal wear for me as a diwali dress and for my campus placements if any..
a lot of incidents happened but before i mention all those u shd know 1 thing.. it is.. err.. err.. this is going to be the first formal wear i have.. so this purchase was kinda special for me.. wen i say formal i mean full hand shirts(not half sleeve), pants(no jeans n cargos) and belt.. i hav worn a lot of half sleeves.. but not full sleeves.. i hate them.. dresses are abt feeling comfy.. i dont feel comfy in them at all.. some hard to digest facts from the pensieve..
1. I have worn a full hand shirt only thrice in my entire life..
2. I still dont own  a full hand shirt..
3. I have gone out in public with a full hand shirt only once which was for the freshers party 2 years back..
4. The other 2 times i wore them are once in 12th which started my discrimination towards them and the second time was a week back for the GATE online application..

So, we set off.. while one of us went to the ATM, one went on n lighted a cigarette.. huffing and puffing he came back to see we all are set to go.. we saw the bus at a distance.. but he insisted us to go on an auto since he lighted the cigarette jus now.. seeing his pityful condition we all agreed and took an auto.. he sat with the auto driver while we all were at the back chit chatting.. suddenly the auto guy went inside a petrol bunk.. seeing this our hero threw the cigarette right away in an effort not to blow all of us above the ground.. it seemed that he didnt want to touch the lotus feet of god so soon.. we insisted him to throw the cigarette out of the petrol bunk.. so he got down and stamped on it and came back only to witness the auto guy starting the engines again owing to a lot of crowd at the bunk.. a wasted cigarette.. a frustrated friend asked the auto driver the reason.. if u r expecting a responsible citizen in the auto guy.. sorry u r wrong.. this is reality and auto drivers arent brainy..  there was no reply from him.. but he learnt his lesson..

P.S: auto driver peru manickam illango.. avar peru baashavum illango..
P.P.S: if u feel tht the lesson learnt is no smoking.. u r wrong again..

Thursday, October 8, 2009

peter pandi

This is just a continuation of one of my previous posts peter pan.. 
these hav been cheaply copied from the internet.. But this is a rare collecton.. i did a lot of finger twitching searching on the net..
So this is another one of those vocabulary tests.. but a different one..
Each correspond to some commonly used phrase.. mostly a proverb.. try finding them..

1.All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous.

2.Male cadavers are incapable of rendering any testimony.

3.Neophite's serendipity.

4.Members of an avian species of identical plumage tend to congregate.

5.Pulchritude possesses solely cutaneous profundity.

6.Freedom from incrustations of grime is contiguous to rectitude.

7.It is fruitless to become lachrymose of precipitately departed lactile fluid.

8.Eschew the implement of correction and vitiate the scion.

9.The stylus is more potent than the rapier.

10.It is fruitless to attempt to indoctrinate a superannuated canine with innovative maneuvers.

11.Surveillance should precede saltation.

12.Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minim. (This is not a proverb)

13.The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation possesses thereby the optimal cachinnation.

14. Exclusive dedication to necessitous chores without interludes of hedonistic diversion renders John a hebetudinous fellow.




Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Indian Dream

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

This is a soliloqhy between me and my alter-ego:

Hey, am totally confused about this topic.. it gives me the creeps.. gimme some god damn ideas na..
Its too simple yaar.. its the dream of every indian.. what would every indian want to see happening??
Every indian would want India to become a super power.. play a vital part in the UN.. have a very high per capita income.. solve many of the world's problems.. blah blah..
Arey.. enough already.. shouldn't have let you talk at all.. a dream is something a person would like to witness during his/her lifetime.. the things you are saying may happen.. but you won't  be alive to witness all these.. think simple man..
Hmmm.. i bet that every indian would want to see a corruption-free, unemployment free and an educated india..
True.. but the only problem is all these problems are interconnected and so will keep on pestering.. U just can't be free from them totally.. the other countries have also failed in achieving these..
What is your suggestion?? a country free from caste based discrimination??
As long as politicians exist.. caste will exist and as long as caste exists, politicians will exist.. tell me something which runs in the blood of every indian.. something which affects their pride and passion.. Indians are passionate people with a pinch of great pride you know..
Hmmm.. cricket..
Finally.. now u r on the right track.. its their never - ending desire to win the world cup..
No.. with the team now, am sure india will win the world cup atleast once before i die.. i have a better dream..
And whats that.. about not performing in football??
No.. not performing in other sports other than cricket..
For once you have a better idea.. continue.. am off to sleep..

"Hockey is the national sport of India
but cricket is the most popular sport
there is a football team with 11 players
whose names we can't remember
there is a cricket team with 11 players
whose names we will never forget
a beautiful game, cricket
it just masks all the others perfect
should we put the blame
on the cricket game?
no,point your fingers to those
who rose the game to fame
but restricted the fame only to this game.."

The BCCI is the highest monetary contributor to the ICC.. The IPL is one of the very first successfully running competitions in the world.. Even though, the BCCI contributes to the development of other sports in the country, all its efforts have been in vain.. India currently ranks 149 in the FIFA rankings.. the whole country celebrated like anything when abhinav bindra won the first individual gold medal.. nearly half of the population won't be knowing saina nehwal, jeev milkha singh, sunil chetri or narain karthikeyan.. i really am a very big fan of vijay mallya who was responsible for the upliftment of formula one in india.. similarly millionaires like him could take the responsiblity of improving other sports along with the government.. India doesn't lack talent.. it just lacks the proper supportive people.. with this i would like to conclude by saying that the "Indian dream" would definitely be to see India start prospering in other sports too..

P.S: Just another sports fanatic wishing to see India lift the FIFA world cup or get the highest medal tally in the olympics..

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Friday, October 2, 2009

the feeling

"After a sleepless night
oh yes there is sunlight
but the chillness of the air
made your lower body cold
with a cup of tea on one hand
and with an objectionable object on the other
your head is made warm
with your headphones blaring
busy morning people glaring
you look back with pitiness
laughing at your own vettiness
yes.. i have witnessed heaven
without touching the lotus feet of god......"

i'll surely miss tapris(tea shops) when i leave raipur..

P.S: no questions about the objectionable object
P.P.S: for those who dont know tamil.. vettiness means joblessness..
P.P.P.S: no wonder they call tea and the objectional object as an "heavenly combination"
P.P.P.P.S: a typical life of a engineer..