the post right below this one is my first use of my blog to realise one of my many dreams... this particular one is to be a miscellaneous writer...over the past year and a half, i have written numerous articles, on various subjects, ranging from my farewell party, to a sick bastard i once met at a cricket match, to deeksha, the list goes on...many of them never ever saw the light of day, while some were circulated among my close friends...this particular one will also be read out in the deeksha assembly on thursday morning...
so long
completebhejafry
Monday, January 30, 2006
Real Men do Cry
And today, its Roger Federer’s day.
Today, Roger Federer added one more trophy to his rack (I really dunno where they keep stuff like that…maybe a cupboard, or a chest…maybe in an old brown shoe, but he’ll need have to find a really big one…).
Though it is always been my wish that someone ousts Federer from every tournament…defeats him, beats him hollow…our hearts always beats for the underdog, don’t they? But to imagine a tournament without Federer, would be to imagine Black Sabbath without Ozzy, or Microsoft without Bill Gates, or India without its tricolour. No tournament will be complete without Federer, and it will be a sad day when he retires from tennis.
Throughout his matches, any slight display of emotion is met, always, with comments on how emotional he’s been throughout that match, tournament, career, life, previous lives, (okay, I’m taking it too far). Even the slightest “come on!”, sparks off discussions that seem to last for hours on end. And today, at the presentation ceremony of the Australian Open, he broke down completely. I believe his words were, “It’s all coming out now”. But somehow, something didn’t feel right. This wasn’t Federer, this was just some blubbering old fool, who was holding on to the Winner’s (extremely heavy) trophy, and wiping the tears from his eyes and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, only to see it coming out of its resting place the very next instant. This wasn’t Federer, the champion, the World No. 1, the man remotely resembling a machine at times, and a Gujju at other times. But then I ask myself, why can’t Federer wear his heart on his wristband, as Shakespeare nearly said? Isn’t he a husband, son, brother, student, tutor, and all the other masks he might be wearing? Or is it just that my mind is infested with the tough boy words, “Real men don’t cry?”? Coz they do…real men do cry, its your artificially macho boys who pretend not to…coz Real men do cry.
Today, Roger Federer added one more trophy to his rack (I really dunno where they keep stuff like that…maybe a cupboard, or a chest…maybe in an old brown shoe, but he’ll need have to find a really big one…).
Though it is always been my wish that someone ousts Federer from every tournament…defeats him, beats him hollow…our hearts always beats for the underdog, don’t they? But to imagine a tournament without Federer, would be to imagine Black Sabbath without Ozzy, or Microsoft without Bill Gates, or India without its tricolour. No tournament will be complete without Federer, and it will be a sad day when he retires from tennis.
Throughout his matches, any slight display of emotion is met, always, with comments on how emotional he’s been throughout that match, tournament, career, life, previous lives, (okay, I’m taking it too far). Even the slightest “come on!”, sparks off discussions that seem to last for hours on end. And today, at the presentation ceremony of the Australian Open, he broke down completely. I believe his words were, “It’s all coming out now”. But somehow, something didn’t feel right. This wasn’t Federer, this was just some blubbering old fool, who was holding on to the Winner’s (extremely heavy) trophy, and wiping the tears from his eyes and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, only to see it coming out of its resting place the very next instant. This wasn’t Federer, the champion, the World No. 1, the man remotely resembling a machine at times, and a Gujju at other times. But then I ask myself, why can’t Federer wear his heart on his wristband, as Shakespeare nearly said? Isn’t he a husband, son, brother, student, tutor, and all the other masks he might be wearing? Or is it just that my mind is infested with the tough boy words, “Real men don’t cry?”? Coz they do…real men do cry, its your artificially macho boys who pretend not to…coz Real men do cry.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
its a violent pornography
It’s a violent pornography…choking chicks and sodomy…what kind of shit gets on your tv…
Im sorry, its just that system of a down is screaming, shouting and generally raising hell in the background… now theyre trying 2 tell me that “my cock is much bigger than yours”…one of the craziest bands ive heard, or seen, for that matter…their lead singer wears his beard in 2 long plaits!!!
Neways, my life has taken a turn for the better…I don’t have frequent bouts of depression…(that sentence could easily read “frequent bouts with depression”)…yesterday the Boss had a talk wit me dad…same ole crap bout me able 2 do better if I wanted 2…me pop is telling me that, n I’m thinking bout how I’m trying to get out of this place, carry my own weight, not get shouted at, and end the torture…finis these 2 years n get into ne place, far away from people who try to sell you the idea that knowing how the behaviour of some stupid metal under and above some other bloody temperature actually matters, or is s’posed to matter to you…
Neways, rounding off with a line bout the first line of this post…have you ever seen, in your (pointless??) walks on your television remote, a news reader making a fake concerned face, n telling you, “the following images are graphic in nature, we advise you to not look for blah…blah…blah…”, while the basic intention is to make you sit n bloody watch those violent images…and you will end up doing exactly that, coz of a thingy called curiosity…sick bastards…
It’s a violent pornography…choking chicks and Sodomy…what kind of shit gets on your tv…can you see brainwashing?
Im sorry, its just that system of a down is screaming, shouting and generally raising hell in the background… now theyre trying 2 tell me that “my cock is much bigger than yours”…one of the craziest bands ive heard, or seen, for that matter…their lead singer wears his beard in 2 long plaits!!!
Neways, my life has taken a turn for the better…I don’t have frequent bouts of depression…(that sentence could easily read “frequent bouts with depression”)…yesterday the Boss had a talk wit me dad…same ole crap bout me able 2 do better if I wanted 2…me pop is telling me that, n I’m thinking bout how I’m trying to get out of this place, carry my own weight, not get shouted at, and end the torture…finis these 2 years n get into ne place, far away from people who try to sell you the idea that knowing how the behaviour of some stupid metal under and above some other bloody temperature actually matters, or is s’posed to matter to you…
Neways, rounding off with a line bout the first line of this post…have you ever seen, in your (pointless??) walks on your television remote, a news reader making a fake concerned face, n telling you, “the following images are graphic in nature, we advise you to not look for blah…blah…blah…”, while the basic intention is to make you sit n bloody watch those violent images…and you will end up doing exactly that, coz of a thingy called curiosity…sick bastards…
It’s a violent pornography…choking chicks and Sodomy…what kind of shit gets on your tv…can you see brainwashing?
Sunday, January 15, 2006
zero...zero...zero
Yeah, baby, im back…………..this is bcuming like my weekly reachout programme…..coz I hit my blog like once a week, tht2 on Sundays………..my B.E.A.Utiful college don’t lemme do tht kinda thing everyday……….neways, me been doin fine…..past few days been kinda boring, uneventful, if u know wht I mean…….in my version of the third rock frm the sun, there is always sum1 to curse or diss or fuck or shit on or generally be extremely pissed at…….when u start 2 ignore wht happens around you, if only to lead a slightly normal life, tht is wht happens……….
Ne1 out there wit the perfect way to ignore big shitheads, who also happen 2 be the grandsons of sad politicians, n due to tht, get to hobnob wit local, and semi-international celebrities, n cums back the next day, n boasts about it n fucken next day, n sends you on a trip………
As gnr wuld hv probably said………
welcome to the jungle
it get worse here everydayya
learn ta live like an animal
in the jungle where we play
if you got a hunger for what you see
you'll take it eventually
you can have anything you wantbut you better not take it from me
Btw, I got worldspace, coupla days back………gr8 fun, it continous music, good modrn rock………only problem, they don’t always announce the song theyre playing…so ure left listening to a song, n u dunno da band whose sung it……….
Yesterday I watched a play…….twas an agatha Christie adaptation………..4 those who haven’t hrd of her, she is widely (and wrongly) acclaimed to be the best crime fiction writer ever……….u know how the fucken media always is……..hypes up every single thing, like its jesus’s son, or the end of the universe, or hitler’s reincarnation……..u get the picure………neways, the play itself was quite good, it was an adaptaytion of witness for the prosecution, n dun quite well
Guess tht bout wraps up my week, so ill go now
Bhejafry to you
Ne1 out there wit the perfect way to ignore big shitheads, who also happen 2 be the grandsons of sad politicians, n due to tht, get to hobnob wit local, and semi-international celebrities, n cums back the next day, n boasts about it n fucken next day, n sends you on a trip………
As gnr wuld hv probably said………
welcome to the jungle
it get worse here everydayya
learn ta live like an animal
in the jungle where we play
if you got a hunger for what you see
you'll take it eventually
you can have anything you wantbut you better not take it from me
Btw, I got worldspace, coupla days back………gr8 fun, it continous music, good modrn rock………only problem, they don’t always announce the song theyre playing…so ure left listening to a song, n u dunno da band whose sung it……….
Yesterday I watched a play…….twas an agatha Christie adaptation………..4 those who haven’t hrd of her, she is widely (and wrongly) acclaimed to be the best crime fiction writer ever……….u know how the fucken media always is……..hypes up every single thing, like its jesus’s son, or the end of the universe, or hitler’s reincarnation……..u get the picure………neways, the play itself was quite good, it was an adaptaytion of witness for the prosecution, n dun quite well
Guess tht bout wraps up my week, so ill go now
Bhejafry to you
Sunday, January 08, 2006
we live on!!!
finally this stupid blogspot lets me put up summat...........
ah!, wat bliss, the day after the exams...put up ur feet on the chair, in front of u.... take a sip of the good ole stuff....hit da net...talk to ur girl...life's good, isnt it?
to tell u the truth( the whole truth, n nuthin but the truth...) i actually njoied puxams....not very difficult, home at 1, get time to spend wit ppl, who hv becomea expendable commodity at the portals of hell...well, actually, theyve always been expendable commodities....v r for the teachers, dipshits like apoorva 4 ppl like me....though the ole wing cdr wud not liek the like word..." u are all unique n differet individuals" or sum crap on those lines...
n 2row, life returns bk 2 nrml at the madhouse...the portals of hell do a backflip, n go bk to classes, tests, papers, "ramya" chandra , n all the rest of it....but 2 day isnt all tht....njoi the moment while it lasts....
like the aerosmith song goes...sing with me, sing for the year, sing for the moment, sing for the tear....sing with me, just for today...maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take u away...
ill wait for the nonexistent "lord" to "take me away" while livin in this shithouse, institution, geeksha, call i wat u want, it still is the same....wit all da crap all around...
this one is for all u ppl, with our without deeksha:
take a look all round u...
why the hell are u here?
take a look all around you...
dont u see the fun?
theyre just preparin u for the big bad world...
a place where ppl die for lil bits of green paper...
paper wit a few zeroes here,
n an illegible scrawl of a signature there...
u need 2 live buddy,
u need to live...
celebrate life wit me, buddy,
celebrate life wit me
i hope u see
ah!, wat bliss, the day after the exams...put up ur feet on the chair, in front of u.... take a sip of the good ole stuff....hit da net...talk to ur girl...life's good, isnt it?
to tell u the truth( the whole truth, n nuthin but the truth...) i actually njoied puxams....not very difficult, home at 1, get time to spend wit ppl, who hv becomea expendable commodity at the portals of hell...well, actually, theyve always been expendable commodities....v r for the teachers, dipshits like apoorva 4 ppl like me....though the ole wing cdr wud not liek the like word..." u are all unique n differet individuals" or sum crap on those lines...
n 2row, life returns bk 2 nrml at the madhouse...the portals of hell do a backflip, n go bk to classes, tests, papers, "ramya" chandra , n all the rest of it....but 2 day isnt all tht....njoi the moment while it lasts....
like the aerosmith song goes...sing with me, sing for the year, sing for the moment, sing for the tear....sing with me, just for today...maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take u away...
ill wait for the nonexistent "lord" to "take me away" while livin in this shithouse, institution, geeksha, call i wat u want, it still is the same....wit all da crap all around...
this one is for all u ppl, with our without deeksha:
take a look all round u...
why the hell are u here?
take a look all around you...
dont u see the fun?
theyre just preparin u for the big bad world...
a place where ppl die for lil bits of green paper...
paper wit a few zeroes here,
n an illegible scrawl of a signature there...
u need 2 live buddy,
u need to live...
celebrate life wit me, buddy,
celebrate life wit me
i hope u see
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