damn man, i know atleast two guys who can give me the papers. I am facing my biggest dilemma now, I have to pay nuts, and seriously, no one will ever know. But then, somehow, i can't bring myself to do it. sometimes i feel like taking them, sometimes i feel like not taking them. i am never going to take them, that is what i am feeling right now, but you can never say really...
I am not going to take it. even if i fail, no matter what happens i am not going to take it. hey, i'll make that my new year resolution - i will not take the papers.
The only real reason i am not touching them is that i am damn scared of what will happen if i am caught, though i am certain i wont, i don't even want to take the .0000001 percent risk of doing it. later in my life, i wil have to look back and sya damn i cheated, i don't want that.
but what if i look back and say damn if i would have taken them, things would be so much better.
this is really the most indesisive i have ever been in my life.
damn...
-amj
Thursday, December 30, 2004
I am a soldier of fortune
got jp and a bunch of really nice rocks songs that I have never even heard before, and have only slightly heard the names of the bands. it seems moist vagina and some scuicidical song of nirvana have been banned, and somehow, i have both of them on my pc. i have no idea from where it came.
anyway, so there's p's brother whose come from somewhere like kuwait, but i'm not too sure, and he cracked a really good joke. a,a, me,and p's bro were talking about the mood-i fest in iit powai, and we were worried about the leopards, so this guy says that the rock concert will probably drive them away, so this other guy says, maybe a deaf leopard will show up, or should i say deff lepard?
not seen jp yet, but swades is cool. not seen matlab, not seen it on the vcd i got. seems vcds are going out of fashion in the us. saw bits of far and away today... cool movie. somewhat.
however, the tv has begun to show outright double ex porn, that too on the cable networks, and these politicians fight about some really ok shit being shown on sat tv, when their own admi log are showing utter tasteless vulger crap in the local circles.
no matter what swades says, if the savior kalki doesen't come soon, we are really doomed.
i don't think he/she will come.
damn we are really doomed.
damn.
anyway, so there's p's brother whose come from somewhere like kuwait, but i'm not too sure, and he cracked a really good joke. a,a, me,and p's bro were talking about the mood-i fest in iit powai, and we were worried about the leopards, so this guy says that the rock concert will probably drive them away, so this other guy says, maybe a deaf leopard will show up, or should i say deff lepard?
not seen jp yet, but swades is cool. not seen matlab, not seen it on the vcd i got. seems vcds are going out of fashion in the us. saw bits of far and away today... cool movie. somewhat.
however, the tv has begun to show outright double ex porn, that too on the cable networks, and these politicians fight about some really ok shit being shown on sat tv, when their own admi log are showing utter tasteless vulger crap in the local circles.
no matter what swades says, if the savior kalki doesen't come soon, we are really doomed.
i don't think he/she will come.
damn we are really doomed.
damn.
finally
finally this shit loaded. Took a long time to. Msn so totally sucks, every time I try to sign in, the page not available error loads up and the computer sits still like a scared rabit in october.
Now i have nothing to do but rant on this blog, and the blog failed to load too. I need cable net or atleast dsl. this dialup shit is not for me. it is to damn slow. i ranted in inverse handwriting on a bottle.
anyway, got the original washingtonionine finally. have it saved. Its right here at blogspot! cool no?
eighteen yellow roses. nice song.
Playing deus ex now, am messing about in hongkong. 50 days to go for the boards, or about that much. I AM SURELY GOING TO FAIL THE MOST IMPORTANT EXAMS OF MY LIFE. Damn.
eighteen yellow roses will wilt and die one day...
new song just loaded. wondering what it is. Listening to winamp. winamp3 is soooo much better than winamp5. winamp3 has a cooler sort feature, a cooler media library, only lesser skin support...
damn
writing another nice story about a temporal shift...
the "snail" is hibernating. the snail is a ovoid sticker that i cut halfway through and folded up to look like a snail. its been stuck on the cieling by me for like forever now. Will upload a pic of it if I feel like it.
Now i have nothing to do but rant on this blog, and the blog failed to load too. I need cable net or atleast dsl. this dialup shit is not for me. it is to damn slow. i ranted in inverse handwriting on a bottle.
anyway, got the original washingtonionine finally. have it saved. Its right here at blogspot! cool no?
eighteen yellow roses. nice song.
Playing deus ex now, am messing about in hongkong. 50 days to go for the boards, or about that much. I AM SURELY GOING TO FAIL THE MOST IMPORTANT EXAMS OF MY LIFE. Damn.
eighteen yellow roses will wilt and die one day...
new song just loaded. wondering what it is. Listening to winamp. winamp3 is soooo much better than winamp5. winamp3 has a cooler sort feature, a cooler media library, only lesser skin support...
damn
writing another nice story about a temporal shift...
the "snail" is hibernating. the snail is a ovoid sticker that i cut halfway through and folded up to look like a snail. its been stuck on the cieling by me for like forever now. Will upload a pic of it if I feel like it.
last one tonite
damn its late, but when I start writing, theres just so much to tell, that i cannot be stopped. I think i will pass the exams, with more than fifty percent, no matter what the stars tell about it, i will have to shit mysrelf out in the maths department, but i will do what it takes to get fairly decent grades. damn, man all of this is A's fault. HE was such a bully when i was a kid, destroyed my self confidence, and made me into the embarrassment that I was. fortunately college came along, and i got to get away from the stigma of the old reputation that i had gathered. it is thrown back into my face every now and then, but i can handle it now.
thanks to coll friends, i am really confident now. I thought i was a wierd geek guy, but then, i found out that i was, and it was perfectly ok to be one. i don't actually care much anymore. b read my starchart and said that i would go abroad for work, like that wasnot going to happen anyway.
hey cool, john denver came up now.
another nice song.
you are always on my mind. i recorded that country song from a's casette.
just to keep the record straight, i never use names, but only the first alphabet of ppl so that atleast i remember who i am talking about, even if you probably have no clue. just forr the heck of it, here is a list...
nah, will put it up some other day, after pondering over it properly and thinking everything out...
chool guitar chords
you were always on my mind...
tell me that your sweet love hasn't died...
give me one more chance to keep you satisfied...
ah what the hell, kalki will probably come and blow it all up, so who really cares anyway. will listen to these songs and finally slip out into the realms of eternal sleep. getiing a bitt s.llepoky now, ansd am typing anydamndugbt thing thahrth conejtb i rtoi my mind, and ui am just bloody jabbing at jtkbsdjfndfiug j nbt hrbthb the keyboard oinbjk kint a random mnasbehre an dnf dtg roghuhly ruining myyyyy finge9803u450rs over theeeeeeeeeeeee keyoibopard, ,,,,, get hthhee? ideea44a??? do you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ihiihow sleeeeeeepoi9y i A#m?
hahahahah bawhawhawhhwh ho ho ho nad a bottle of rum, bend over eminem here i cum...
ok gooooooooodnight
thanks to coll friends, i am really confident now. I thought i was a wierd geek guy, but then, i found out that i was, and it was perfectly ok to be one. i don't actually care much anymore. b read my starchart and said that i would go abroad for work, like that wasnot going to happen anyway.
hey cool, john denver came up now.
another nice song.
you are always on my mind. i recorded that country song from a's casette.
just to keep the record straight, i never use names, but only the first alphabet of ppl so that atleast i remember who i am talking about, even if you probably have no clue. just forr the heck of it, here is a list...
nah, will put it up some other day, after pondering over it properly and thinking everything out...
chool guitar chords
you were always on my mind...
tell me that your sweet love hasn't died...
give me one more chance to keep you satisfied...
ah what the hell, kalki will probably come and blow it all up, so who really cares anyway. will listen to these songs and finally slip out into the realms of eternal sleep. getiing a bitt s.llepoky now, ansd am typing anydamndugbt thing thahrth conejtb i rtoi my mind, and ui am just bloody jabbing at jtkbsdjfndfiug j nbt hrbthb the keyboard oinbjk kint a random mnasbehre an dnf dtg roghuhly ruining myyyyy finge9803u450rs over theeeeeeeeeeeee keyoibopard, ,,,,, get hthhee? ideea44a??? do you knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ihiihow sleeeeeeepoi9y i A#m?
hahahahah bawhawhawhhwh ho ho ho nad a bottle of rum, bend over eminem here i cum...
ok gooooooooodnight
SOS
such a perfect abba song.
saw a bit of encino man today. Has become a part of me now. Want a vcd or dvd of it desperately.
I don't talk about such shit here... but this is just so perfect...
I'd like to dedicate this song to mother earth
Where are those happy days,
they seem so hard to find
I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind
What ever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to feel so nice, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, well I try, how can I carry on?
You seem so far away but you are standing nearer
You make me feel alive but something died
I fearI really tried to make it out I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, ooh I try, how can I carry on?
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, ooh I try, how can I carry on?
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, ooh I try, how can I carry on?
....
I am feeling like crying but I am not. A's parents like Abba. Even NC likes abba. some movie they watched together yeah-Abba the movie. And Dad likes abba too.
And very recently, I really like Abba
they were offered a billion friggin bucks to get their act together again, and the friggin refused. they REFUSED a billion friggin bucks! are they crazy! do they know what kind of money that is? I really want them to come together again, and get the original shit, nothing from crap like abba teens.
saw miss congeniality today, cool movie, but a little bland. thought i would never see a dumb hollywood production, but saw one where a bunch of kids are on an island, searching for underwear (wierd right) and they wake up some monster who kills them all. I dont know whats the name of the movie, or who's in it, except jaime presley.
and by the way, just wondering, why isn't there a male equivalent for the word 'slut'?
saw a bit of encino man today. Has become a part of me now. Want a vcd or dvd of it desperately.
I don't talk about such shit here... but this is just so perfect...
I'd like to dedicate this song to mother earth
Where are those happy days,
they seem so hard to find
I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind
What ever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to feel so nice, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, well I try, how can I carry on?
You seem so far away but you are standing nearer
You make me feel alive but something died
I fearI really tried to make it out I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, ooh I try, how can I carry on?
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S.
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, ooh I try, how can I carry on?
When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?
When you're gone, ooh I try, how can I carry on?
....
I am feeling like crying but I am not. A's parents like Abba. Even NC likes abba. some movie they watched together yeah-Abba the movie. And Dad likes abba too.
And very recently, I really like Abba
they were offered a billion friggin bucks to get their act together again, and the friggin refused. they REFUSED a billion friggin bucks! are they crazy! do they know what kind of money that is? I really want them to come together again, and get the original shit, nothing from crap like abba teens.
saw miss congeniality today, cool movie, but a little bland. thought i would never see a dumb hollywood production, but saw one where a bunch of kids are on an island, searching for underwear (wierd right) and they wake up some monster who kills them all. I dont know whats the name of the movie, or who's in it, except jaime presley.
and by the way, just wondering, why isn't there a male equivalent for the word 'slut'?
does your mother know
I know I just blogged. damn there is so much to say.
Thats the song I am listening right now. ABBA rocks!
anyway, reading moorcock's nomad of the time streams, exteremely political books, but one of the few justifications of the world wars that I have seen, and I learnt so much. Have a big maths test tommorrow, will surely fail, and everyone knows that. Biology went well though, think I more than aced it. I knew EVERYTHING> I wrote with such confidence. No, actually i hadn't studied much, but I knew most of it, and remembered it there, and faked confidance where I didn't know, and bluffed a lot, but I am surte I will get the marks. P was struggling though, he was crying a lot about not getting the answers. N kept asking me and jabbing his finger at my back. I let him copy a few answerts, but went on writing. P has no tension of the boards though. He already has the papers. I've seen them. A load of boys have offered to sell me the board papers. they are already leaked, I obviously refused. One was gonna give em to me for free...
India is so damn corrupt man...
lay all your love on me...
abba so totally rocks man!
Thats the song I am listening right now. ABBA rocks!
anyway, reading moorcock's nomad of the time streams, exteremely political books, but one of the few justifications of the world wars that I have seen, and I learnt so much. Have a big maths test tommorrow, will surely fail, and everyone knows that. Biology went well though, think I more than aced it. I knew EVERYTHING> I wrote with such confidence. No, actually i hadn't studied much, but I knew most of it, and remembered it there, and faked confidance where I didn't know, and bluffed a lot, but I am surte I will get the marks. P was struggling though, he was crying a lot about not getting the answers. N kept asking me and jabbing his finger at my back. I let him copy a few answerts, but went on writing. P has no tension of the boards though. He already has the papers. I've seen them. A load of boys have offered to sell me the board papers. they are already leaked, I obviously refused. One was gonna give em to me for free...
India is so damn corrupt man...
lay all your love on me...
abba so totally rocks man!
Sunday, December 26, 2004
I am not going to do this
well, I am not...
but if anything happens...
I'll blame it on the boredom.
I am just afraid of being caught, there is no way to test it without actually risking your everything...
so I am MOST PROBABLY not going to do it, but somehow, I want to prove to myself that i can...
just for the heck of it...
but if anything happens...
I'll blame it on the boredom.
I am just afraid of being caught, there is no way to test it without actually risking your everything...
so I am MOST PROBABLY not going to do it, but somehow, I want to prove to myself that i can...
just for the heck of it...
who the hell cares
Quote:
Originally Posted by Sparks-Kelly
Well, There was this channel leaving the www into a local Computer farm, When I followed I encountered A High Security Cypher. When I finally Broke through, I was Logged and Pinned Almost Immeaditly, apparently There was Extremely Classified Stuff Back there. I was lucky to be a Minor and Pleaded Guilty right into Juvy. But that was all. Imagine if i wasn't 12 at the time.Next time, remember to use your best viruses to buy yourself some time to get into the garbage file and copy the worm.
I know how to do this shit man!!!
Originally Posted by Sparks-Kelly
Well, There was this channel leaving the www into a local Computer farm, When I followed I encountered A High Security Cypher. When I finally Broke through, I was Logged and Pinned Almost Immeaditly, apparently There was Extremely Classified Stuff Back there. I was lucky to be a Minor and Pleaded Guilty right into Juvy. But that was all. Imagine if i wasn't 12 at the time.Next time, remember to use your best viruses to buy yourself some time to get into the garbage file and copy the worm.
I know how to do this shit man!!!
shit
shit happens.
nice saying. Sums up everything I can possibly feel for anything that happends anywhere. am ranting now. Am totally bored and have this huge test tommorrow. I have a huge test everyday now that I am in the eleventh hour of the HSC.
Shit happens
See? I totally works.
some guy had troubleshooting. Some guy had trouble shooting his dog. Thought for the day: you know what? i am ranting. Theres this guy I know who claims to have a twelve inch dick. I was fantasizing about it.
Shit Happens.
I am not gay, though I am totally not considering it.
Almost done one fourth of the way through deus ex.
nice saying. Sums up everything I can possibly feel for anything that happends anywhere. am ranting now. Am totally bored and have this huge test tommorrow. I have a huge test everyday now that I am in the eleventh hour of the HSC.
Shit happens
See? I totally works.
some guy had troubleshooting. Some guy had trouble shooting his dog. Thought for the day: you know what? i am ranting. Theres this guy I know who claims to have a twelve inch dick. I was fantasizing about it.
Shit Happens.
I am not gay, though I am totally not considering it.
Almost done one fourth of the way through deus ex.
Saturday, December 25, 2004
critique culture
some wierd guy was ranting on about life. There is only one real purpose. Sex.
Hotmail is so slow.
I harte msn, I hate ms, and I just want to HACK THE BLOODY PLANET.
Might have already done it ;)
Shit man, it is really slow. I want to do some shit with critique culture. lesee whatgoesonnow
totallethargyandrefusalto use the bloodyspacebutton
you see?
no stigma, read the tail of the eternal champion: nomad of the time streams. a political but cool book. one of the most intelligent story undertones that I can ever expect to see.
damn, msn is really slow...
Hotmail is so slow.
I harte msn, I hate ms, and I just want to HACK THE BLOODY PLANET.
Might have already done it ;)
Shit man, it is really slow. I want to do some shit with critique culture. lesee whatgoesonnow
totallethargyandrefusalto use the bloodyspacebutton
you see?
no stigma, read the tail of the eternal champion: nomad of the time streams. a political but cool book. one of the most intelligent story undertones that I can ever expect to see.
damn, msn is really slow...
Friday, December 24, 2004
long time no see
reading a VERY cool book, nomad of the time streams by moorcock right now. Am dreaming of swimming through the time streams. A nice short story called god's eye view is brewing up in my head. Shows how god looks at the univers. Like in the most detailes resolution, each version of the universe is an array of all the individual particles. A slightly burnt down version would be small protons or electrons and their absolute state. a much simplified and vulger picture would be small objects (like packets of air or grass) changing shape as they slip through time. Also, matter disappearing from one cell in the array and reappearing elsewhere. All this is the representation of a single universe, whereas there are many others. infact, in an exponentially growing program (like a virus) absolute existance, is the permutations and combinations of every single particle in every possible ways. Like on some earths in some universes, the colors will be different, or just one small blade of grass in japan would be different, and there would be as many universes as there were blades of grass, and in fact as many particles contained in a finite universe. So basically, its a big number, which is not even a tiny negligible infinitesimal fraction of infinity....
nice story i think, but totally incomprehensible even to me.
wrote a couple of new ones, don't have the energy to upload them...
called Karan. birthday august 12, I have to remember that. ok
bye
-aditya
nice story i think, but totally incomprehensible even to me.
wrote a couple of new ones, don't have the energy to upload them...
called Karan. birthday august 12, I have to remember that. ok
bye
-aditya
Thursday, November 04, 2004
whatever
thats something they call attitude. i have a big problem with that. it's just letting go of everything, its definately not attitude. its the utter lack of it, and everything else for that matter.
whatever.
got a gmail account up and running. have 6 invites. donno who to send them to. sent a few mails to a few people. thinking of sending one to the air guitar chap at gmailswap.com. am making a site offering free templates. well, let's see how things turn out.
went to the building after a long time today. whoa. was soooo much fun. talked to them, yaar they are real friends. real real friends.
real real friends are very very hard to come by.
bye
whatever.
got a gmail account up and running. have 6 invites. donno who to send them to. sent a few mails to a few people. thinking of sending one to the air guitar chap at gmailswap.com. am making a site offering free templates. well, let's see how things turn out.
went to the building after a long time today. whoa. was soooo much fun. talked to them, yaar they are real friends. real real friends.
real real friends are very very hard to come by.
bye
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
poffer fish
signed up for nanoblogmo or something like it. wrote the it pracs today. the sir came dreadfully late. had the pracs and then later went and sat for the lecs. bala went off early. wanted to play burnout at the dombivili ps parlour but went to watch vaastu shastra instead. story scuks.
then went to classes.
ah well cya
then went to classes.
ah well cya
Sunday, October 24, 2004
something or the other
yeah. am thinking of writing a poem. i have the idea, but i do not know whether to make it serious or funny. i think funny. i still have a wekk before the submissions for dakshinayanam runs out.
listening to selecta or ballerium from im, don't know which.
anyway, c'ya.
listening to selecta or ballerium from im, don't know which.
anyway, c'ya.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
some old forward i found
George Bush goes to a primary school to talk about the war. After his talkhe offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand and George askshim what his name is."Bob" says the boy."And what is your question, Bob?""I have 3 questions.First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes?And third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?"Just then the bell rings for recess. George Bush informs the kiddiesthatthey will continue after recess. When they resume George says, "OK,wherewere we? Oh that's right --- question time. Who has a question?"A different little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and askshim what his name is. "Steve" says the boy "And what is your question,Steve?""I have 5 questions.First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN?Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes?Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?Fourth, why did the recess bell go 20 minutes early?And fifth, where is Bob?"
Friday, October 22, 2004
cool
suddenly i have a web presence. do a google by my name, and my site come up! yooohooo! Ah well, the net is a small place afterall. and it has come in SOOOO many other sites, some I have nerver visited. coolna?
smething cooler, a gmail invite is in the offing!!!!!!
smething cooler, a gmail invite is in the offing!!!!!!
progress on the bio front
hey studies going not that bad afterall. got amazingly, no one was as surprised as me, 27/30 in a very tough bio test, where i had to remember all wierd things like... damn i forgot now, let me look it up...
yeah, it was actually an easy test. ohwell, so much for the progress...
anyway, atleast bio is one strong front...
yeah, it was actually an easy test. ohwell, so much for the progress...
anyway, atleast bio is one strong front...
another one tonight
Am going to the terrace again today. had a wonderful time the last few days. the new binocs are amazing. recognized a lot of stars. will tell how it went today.
Todays party was not such a bore afterall.
Todays party was not such a bore afterall.
corocoid
friend just had the blood drawing bio pracs. Had to prick himself with blood. the stupid staff at sies seemed to have given a very blunt needle so he had to scratch off a few layers of skin from his fingers before the blood came. I am not doing that. i am pricking myself with a safety pin. bala demonstrated his thingy. it was a diabetes thing that suddenly pricks you and works on compressed air. you dont feel a thing, and the blood come out. he used the same needle to demonstrate to a few poeple though.
by the way, men DID NOT have sex with chimps for the AIDS to come into us. It was a VACCINE TEST that went horribly wrong. Monkey Plasma was being experimentally injected into a few people in South Africa, to test out a new drug for some stupid wierd disease and the plasma contained the virus.
And bala claimed his external copulatory organ was twelve inches long. Donno what he was aiming for.
by the way, men DID NOT have sex with chimps for the AIDS to come into us. It was a VACCINE TEST that went horribly wrong. Monkey Plasma was being experimentally injected into a few people in South Africa, to test out a new drug for some stupid wierd disease and the plasma contained the virus.
And bala claimed his external copulatory organ was twelve inches long. Donno what he was aiming for.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
hell
I am sitting typing some nonsense and i dont know if we have coll today. if i come in the defaulters list i am sooo screwed. i wont be allowed to sit for the boards. i got my bio marks, my exams are just over. i got a 20 out of forty. it was a tough test. at least i am not the lowest. something really bad is going to happen in maths i will probably get something like four out of a hundred. i have only attempted properly for about twenty four. donno how much of it is correct. damn. i know that i am failing for sure, now the thing is by how mch. chem was ok, maybe i will flunk in it too. if i do not flunk in physics which was unexpectedly comparatively better, then i may not come in the remedial batch. i just realized how fast i really type. but then it is full of mistakes right? so whats the damn use. even sridhar is thinking of becoming a journalist. so thats me, sredhar and sid heading down that way. i will at least try at xavier though i am sure that i will not get it there. i am too underconfidant to pass through the personal interviews. damn.
instead of studying i am doing this. getting some music today. am going to write an article on harry potter and some really amazing connections that i have just come to realise. now i will write it and put it up somewhere on the web. my stupid old site finally came up in the google listings. that i count as a sucess. if nothing else, i can make a few bucks designing websites.
instead of studying i am doing this. getting some music today. am going to write an article on harry potter and some really amazing connections that i have just come to realise. now i will write it and put it up somewhere on the web. my stupid old site finally came up in the google listings. that i count as a sucess. if nothing else, i can make a few bucks designing websites.
Musings
damn. am just out of my tests, which i have done very very badly. i am surely going to fail. who reads SO MANY DAMN LOGS anyway. i have been doing the rounds on blog sites, and people have so much to say. sometimes i wonder if blogs are only for losers. then i don't wanna blog.
a hell, screw anyone who thinks that way.
anyway, writing a hp essay now, will put it up soon...
a hell, screw anyone who thinks that way.
anyway, writing a hp essay now, will put it up soon...
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
crumbkfils
listening to rtadio right now. long time no see. but what the hell, been busy doing nothing. looking for some caesar cheats.
operator decided not to participate thats good news, we have cable when no one else does.
noce song
cloud number nine
yeah, visited the philo teacher, told me not to read prabupada's translation of the gita. shit man, thats so bad...
some seventeen year old.
operator decided not to participate thats good news, we have cable when no one else does.
noce song
cloud number nine
yeah, visited the philo teacher, told me not to read prabupada's translation of the gita. shit man, thats so bad...
some seventeen year old.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
about today
finally an about today title thingy.
some nonsese happenned today. played around with a load of people. b's bag got stonlen and kept near j, someone with whom we are all teasing him with. he struggled a lot. load of shit happenned. the english teacher c didn'tshow up, so we sat and played bluff instead. s showed up to teach some shit maths. i donno maths, and am going to flunk in them even at the boards. donno what i will say to my parents. then theres this shit that i dont understand, and like alst year i have been so totally lazy. lazyness is the culture of the teens today. hell man, my life really sucks. evened out everything with a, but i still think i a hates me.
not using names because i don't want to reveal them even if there is a slight possibility that they are reading this shit. i usually dont write in personal girly-diary thingies but hey what the hell. this is the shit i will probably get senti over a few millenium into the future. i got a nice story to write now, man evolving, and all the useless shit that is stored in his brain that he doesen't use anyway is info about all his past lives. hey good story. am going to write a few stories now.
cya tommrow
some nonsese happenned today. played around with a load of people. b's bag got stonlen and kept near j, someone with whom we are all teasing him with. he struggled a lot. load of shit happenned. the english teacher c didn'tshow up, so we sat and played bluff instead. s showed up to teach some shit maths. i donno maths, and am going to flunk in them even at the boards. donno what i will say to my parents. then theres this shit that i dont understand, and like alst year i have been so totally lazy. lazyness is the culture of the teens today. hell man, my life really sucks. evened out everything with a, but i still think i a hates me.
not using names because i don't want to reveal them even if there is a slight possibility that they are reading this shit. i usually dont write in personal girly-diary thingies but hey what the hell. this is the shit i will probably get senti over a few millenium into the future. i got a nice story to write now, man evolving, and all the useless shit that is stored in his brain that he doesen't use anyway is info about all his past lives. hey good story. am going to write a few stories now.
cya tommrow
The answer to life
Wrote this poem inspired by my own story but i thought that the story was incomplete in conveying what i had to say, so i had to write the poem. and here it is, in two parts. gave this poem for the notice board in my coll today. teachers c and m brightened up as soon as i entered the room and someone called u who is the philosophy teacher in degree coll wants to meet me. more on that later, gotta go now as momma wants to go to the dentist.
The answer to life
Ok, at least the correct question
Part I: against entropy
And just before the universe was born
A very sacred law lay destroyed
Something disturbed nothingness into infinity
Something forced existence into a void
And this is the untamed energy called god
A rowdy entity from an unknown infinite
Is god the bringer of light in the darkness?
Or the bringer of darkness in the light?
For the rate of degradation of the universe
Is this thing that the scientist call entropy
Because as a rule everything in the system
Tends to return to equal and neutral energy
And every excited system gains equilibrium
And nothing internal can disturb it again
Some external unbalanced force must act
And that’s why our life is so hard to explain
The question of life is one of basic existence
Because nothingness was a neutral sea
And someone from outside churned out a storm
What a wonderful realm this outside would be
Where everything can be spontaneously dynamic
Where there are no limiting laws like entropy
In simpler terms, the perpetual motion machine
Instead of an eternal dream is an everyday reality
And so the search for the perpetual motion machine
The search for a realm that our sciences defy
Is in effect the search for the meaning of life
A search for the answer to the eternal ‘why?’
Part II: the troubled mind
The teacher dared to ask a question
A question that had only troubled all
But he even dared to seek an answer
But he only found his own downfall
He ran away from his comfortable home
He left his work, his wife, and his kids behind
Searching for the answer with his body and soul
And getting nothing of what he expected to find
He roamed the streets as a begging sage
Weighing the possibilities in his own mind
And not a thousand thoughts gave a solution
And life as always remained undefined
Life isn’t easy for a begging sanysi
And sometimes he didn’t get enough food
But his mind feasted on a thousand thoughts
And his body’s hunger was thus subdued
And the wind chilled his aged body
And the harsh sun tried to torture him
Like the gods were trying to keep it secret
And he grew haggard, and weak, and thin
And on his last beautiful monsoon
His body was chilled by the biting rain
He let it fall; after all, it fell only on his body
But the deadly fever even reached his brain
But deeper still he dwelt on his thoughts
And the truth suddenly burst into his head
And he died just as he was enlightened
But it was only his body that was dead
-Aditya MJ
The answer to life
Ok, at least the correct question
Part I: against entropy
And just before the universe was born
A very sacred law lay destroyed
Something disturbed nothingness into infinity
Something forced existence into a void
And this is the untamed energy called god
A rowdy entity from an unknown infinite
Is god the bringer of light in the darkness?
Or the bringer of darkness in the light?
For the rate of degradation of the universe
Is this thing that the scientist call entropy
Because as a rule everything in the system
Tends to return to equal and neutral energy
And every excited system gains equilibrium
And nothing internal can disturb it again
Some external unbalanced force must act
And that’s why our life is so hard to explain
The question of life is one of basic existence
Because nothingness was a neutral sea
And someone from outside churned out a storm
What a wonderful realm this outside would be
Where everything can be spontaneously dynamic
Where there are no limiting laws like entropy
In simpler terms, the perpetual motion machine
Instead of an eternal dream is an everyday reality
And so the search for the perpetual motion machine
The search for a realm that our sciences defy
Is in effect the search for the meaning of life
A search for the answer to the eternal ‘why?’
Part II: the troubled mind
The teacher dared to ask a question
A question that had only troubled all
But he even dared to seek an answer
But he only found his own downfall
He ran away from his comfortable home
He left his work, his wife, and his kids behind
Searching for the answer with his body and soul
And getting nothing of what he expected to find
He roamed the streets as a begging sage
Weighing the possibilities in his own mind
And not a thousand thoughts gave a solution
And life as always remained undefined
Life isn’t easy for a begging sanysi
And sometimes he didn’t get enough food
But his mind feasted on a thousand thoughts
And his body’s hunger was thus subdued
And the wind chilled his aged body
And the harsh sun tried to torture him
Like the gods were trying to keep it secret
And he grew haggard, and weak, and thin
And on his last beautiful monsoon
His body was chilled by the biting rain
He let it fall; after all, it fell only on his body
But the deadly fever even reached his brain
But deeper still he dwelt on his thoughts
And the truth suddenly burst into his head
And he died just as he was enlightened
But it was only his body that was dead
-Aditya MJ
Monday, August 09, 2004
Bush backs alien evidence
Bush backs alien evidence
George W Bush says there is mounting evidence to suggest there is alien life on other planets.
The US President used his budget document to declare that there may be "space aliens" to be discovered.
A passage entitled, "Where are the Real Space Aliens?", states that important scientific research over the last 10 years indicates that proof of "habitable worlds" in outer space is becoming more of a reality.
Evidence for the current or previous existence of large bodies of water, an essential element for life, has already been found on Mars and on Jupiter's moons.
Astronomers are also discovering planets outside of our solar system, including around 90 stars with at least one planet orbiting them.
The document says: "Perhaps the notion that 'there's something out there' is closer to reality than we have imagined."
Aliens may be out there: Bush
From correspondents in Washington
PROOF that life exists outside the boundaries of Earth continues to elude scientists, but President Bush's budget suggests that "space aliens" may be out there.
And it could just be a matter of time before they are discovered.
In a brief passage titled "Where Are the Real Space Aliens?" Bush's budget document released overnight says several important scientific discoveries in the past decade indicate that "habitable worlds" in outer space may be much more prevalent than once thought.
The finds include evidence of currently or previously existing large bodies of water - a key ingredient of life as we know it - on Mars and on Jupiter's moons.
Astronomers also are finding planets outside the solar system, including about 90 stars with at least one planet orbiting them.
Aliens are coming!
Aliens are coming! -says BBC
18 February, 2003
Fintan Dunne, Editor
http://www.WagKingdom.com
PAGE URL http://www.Gulufuture.com/wag/bbc_aliens.htm
The BBC has a reputation for being just a little stuffy and rather English about it's news coverage. Which makes it all the more surprising when it begins to colonize territory normally the domain of the lunatic fringe. By running a story about the real symptoms exhibited by alien abductees!
But perhaps not surprising. After all, the BBC is in good company: in the last few weeks, media organizations around the world are expressing a new interest in 'Aliens.' It's all part of a psychological gambit designed to makes us feel as if all in this earthly boat together --confronting a possible external threat. Nothing like an external worry to foster cohesion. Such cohesion acting as precursor to the final push for a New World Order.
Back in 1999, US billionaire Laurance Rockefeller decided to fund the UK's biggest survey of crop circles. They don't come any more NWO than the Rockefeller family.
On Tuesday, 14th August 2001, a workman atop the Chilbolton Weather Radio in Hampshire, UK, noticed an unusual feature some distance down the adjacent field. He thought nothing of it. He was unable -at his low elevation to discern it was a face carved in the fully-grown crop.
The following Monday morning, Chilbolton staff arriviving to start a new working week noticed a second crop glyph of hundreds of square feet in dimension --this time within yards of the field boundary. It seemed to be a reply to a radio message beamed at deep space in 1974 --from another radio telescope in Puerto Rico.
In the media frenzy that followed, SETI denounced the glyphs as a hoax reply that was vastly premature by millenia. Our message should have taken tens of thousands of years to arrive, said SETI. Therefore we could hardly expect a valid reply in only 27 years. Internet message boards were soon buzzing. Art Bell's internet-broadcast talk show had wall-to-wall coverage of Chilbolton almost every night. Only later did it emerge that the ET "answer" contained errors present in the original transmission. Failing to correct our errors was hardly the work of an advanced intelligence.
The crop circle gambit is now some years old, enabled both by straight hoaxing and the NWO's Star Wars space platforms. Simply feed the waveform for the desired crop circle into scalar transmitters. This generates an interference pattern at the ground level --where the space vacum energy is liberated as microwaves type energy. Constrained by the interference pattern, the microwaves swirl around the crop in the desired shape. Switch off the beam. Instant crop circle.
Coincidentally, it was only two days after the 9/11 attacks, on September 11, 2001 that crop circle researcher Colin Andrews summed up the 2001 crop glyph season on the Art Bell show:
"There's never been a better one, this is by far the pinnacle of the last 20 years, these new designs are awe inspiring, it feels so special... it troubles you and yet it excites you,
one feels a spiritual content to it."
Provinging a space-oriented pseudo-spiritual alternative to the religions they hope to displace, is a key component of the New World Order agenda. That explains the high investment in this area and the concurrent assault on religion through the paedophile cleric scandals and the religious war theme of the Clash of Civilizations. Soon we will be encouraged to dump "divisive" religious commitments altogether.
Then a new legitimacy for 'aliens' was kickstarted last year with the arrival of The Disclosure Project --whose well organized press launch took place at the Washington Press Club, no less! Most of the speakers were military men demanding the US government come clean and admit that UFO's are a hard, yet hushed-up reality. The pitch was lapped up by every alien conspitatorialist website on the Internet.
By year end, Steven Spielberg's "Taken" mini-series had lent credibility to the abductee phenomenon. Given his previous involvement in the E.T. and Close Encounters films, possibly no other single individual has done as much to advance the 'Aliens' agenda.
And of course the world will never forget the CIA-inspired wall to wall coverage in January 2003, of the Clonaid group and their alien-inspired leader Rael.
Recently, just two days after the Columbia disaster, eminent thinker and US president G.W. Bush declared in a brief Budget passage titled "Where Are the Real Space Aliens?" that there is mounting evidence to suggest alien life on other planets --and bumped up the budget allocation to search for them.
Yesterday, February 17th, the alien theme got mainstream legs as the UK's respectable BBC, along with ABC Australia and US news group MSNBC all told us that alien abductees have real symptoms.
That's coordinated tri-continental coverage for... well, wackos! The preperation for aliens in the mainstream has been methodical and relentless. Now, having dipped their toes in the aliens issue, expect more of the same from the controled media.
Harkening back to that early February, 2003 Bush budget document. One extract says: "Perhaps the notion that 'there's something out there' is closer to reality than we have imagined."
That's right. There is indeed something out there. But don't rush into the street yelling "The Aliens are coming, the Aliens are coming." It's not the 'Aliens' coming. It's the New World Order. Personally, I'd take the 'Aliens' in preference, any day. I think we could trust them more.
George W Bush says there is mounting evidence to suggest there is alien life on other planets.
The US President used his budget document to declare that there may be "space aliens" to be discovered.
A passage entitled, "Where are the Real Space Aliens?", states that important scientific research over the last 10 years indicates that proof of "habitable worlds" in outer space is becoming more of a reality.
Evidence for the current or previous existence of large bodies of water, an essential element for life, has already been found on Mars and on Jupiter's moons.
Astronomers are also discovering planets outside of our solar system, including around 90 stars with at least one planet orbiting them.
The document says: "Perhaps the notion that 'there's something out there' is closer to reality than we have imagined."
Aliens may be out there: Bush
From correspondents in Washington
PROOF that life exists outside the boundaries of Earth continues to elude scientists, but President Bush's budget suggests that "space aliens" may be out there.
And it could just be a matter of time before they are discovered.
In a brief passage titled "Where Are the Real Space Aliens?" Bush's budget document released overnight says several important scientific discoveries in the past decade indicate that "habitable worlds" in outer space may be much more prevalent than once thought.
The finds include evidence of currently or previously existing large bodies of water - a key ingredient of life as we know it - on Mars and on Jupiter's moons.
Astronomers also are finding planets outside the solar system, including about 90 stars with at least one planet orbiting them.
Aliens are coming!
Aliens are coming! -says BBC
18 February, 2003
Fintan Dunne, Editor
http://www.WagKingdom.com
PAGE URL http://www.Gulufuture.com/wag/bbc_aliens.htm
The BBC has a reputation for being just a little stuffy and rather English about it's news coverage. Which makes it all the more surprising when it begins to colonize territory normally the domain of the lunatic fringe. By running a story about the real symptoms exhibited by alien abductees!
But perhaps not surprising. After all, the BBC is in good company: in the last few weeks, media organizations around the world are expressing a new interest in 'Aliens.' It's all part of a psychological gambit designed to makes us feel as if all in this earthly boat together --confronting a possible external threat. Nothing like an external worry to foster cohesion. Such cohesion acting as precursor to the final push for a New World Order.
Back in 1999, US billionaire Laurance Rockefeller decided to fund the UK's biggest survey of crop circles. They don't come any more NWO than the Rockefeller family.
On Tuesday, 14th August 2001, a workman atop the Chilbolton Weather Radio in Hampshire, UK, noticed an unusual feature some distance down the adjacent field. He thought nothing of it. He was unable -at his low elevation to discern it was a face carved in the fully-grown crop.
The following Monday morning, Chilbolton staff arriviving to start a new working week noticed a second crop glyph of hundreds of square feet in dimension --this time within yards of the field boundary. It seemed to be a reply to a radio message beamed at deep space in 1974 --from another radio telescope in Puerto Rico.
In the media frenzy that followed, SETI denounced the glyphs as a hoax reply that was vastly premature by millenia. Our message should have taken tens of thousands of years to arrive, said SETI. Therefore we could hardly expect a valid reply in only 27 years. Internet message boards were soon buzzing. Art Bell's internet-broadcast talk show had wall-to-wall coverage of Chilbolton almost every night. Only later did it emerge that the ET "answer" contained errors present in the original transmission. Failing to correct our errors was hardly the work of an advanced intelligence.
The crop circle gambit is now some years old, enabled both by straight hoaxing and the NWO's Star Wars space platforms. Simply feed the waveform for the desired crop circle into scalar transmitters. This generates an interference pattern at the ground level --where the space vacum energy is liberated as microwaves type energy. Constrained by the interference pattern, the microwaves swirl around the crop in the desired shape. Switch off the beam. Instant crop circle.
Coincidentally, it was only two days after the 9/11 attacks, on September 11, 2001 that crop circle researcher Colin Andrews summed up the 2001 crop glyph season on the Art Bell show:
"There's never been a better one, this is by far the pinnacle of the last 20 years, these new designs are awe inspiring, it feels so special... it troubles you and yet it excites you,
one feels a spiritual content to it."
Provinging a space-oriented pseudo-spiritual alternative to the religions they hope to displace, is a key component of the New World Order agenda. That explains the high investment in this area and the concurrent assault on religion through the paedophile cleric scandals and the religious war theme of the Clash of Civilizations. Soon we will be encouraged to dump "divisive" religious commitments altogether.
Then a new legitimacy for 'aliens' was kickstarted last year with the arrival of The Disclosure Project --whose well organized press launch took place at the Washington Press Club, no less! Most of the speakers were military men demanding the US government come clean and admit that UFO's are a hard, yet hushed-up reality. The pitch was lapped up by every alien conspitatorialist website on the Internet.
By year end, Steven Spielberg's "Taken" mini-series had lent credibility to the abductee phenomenon. Given his previous involvement in the E.T. and Close Encounters films, possibly no other single individual has done as much to advance the 'Aliens' agenda.
And of course the world will never forget the CIA-inspired wall to wall coverage in January 2003, of the Clonaid group and their alien-inspired leader Rael.
Recently, just two days after the Columbia disaster, eminent thinker and US president G.W. Bush declared in a brief Budget passage titled "Where Are the Real Space Aliens?" that there is mounting evidence to suggest alien life on other planets --and bumped up the budget allocation to search for them.
Yesterday, February 17th, the alien theme got mainstream legs as the UK's respectable BBC, along with ABC Australia and US news group MSNBC all told us that alien abductees have real symptoms.
That's coordinated tri-continental coverage for... well, wackos! The preperation for aliens in the mainstream has been methodical and relentless. Now, having dipped their toes in the aliens issue, expect more of the same from the controled media.
Harkening back to that early February, 2003 Bush budget document. One extract says: "Perhaps the notion that 'there's something out there' is closer to reality than we have imagined."
That's right. There is indeed something out there. But don't rush into the street yelling "The Aliens are coming, the Aliens are coming." It's not the 'Aliens' coming. It's the New World Order. Personally, I'd take the 'Aliens' in preference, any day. I think we could trust them more.
savage energy
thats the title of a new poem im writng
im online and ive not even signed up
poor web friends. they are so trustful of me. i dont want to harm them. but i havent been there for a while. become so friendly and all.
but im betraying my parents too. am not studying. am wasting too much of their money by doing useless things on the net. atleast i stopped porn. they just want me to score marks. they are having a tough time. they cannot handle their new jobs and house. the cost is mounting to keep me living a very comfortable life, and im am blowing cash on useless cds and casettes. and wasting energy
and crying. crying like hell. its not that i am happy.
this is killing me inside.
but i need to do it.
Normally, i don't share such sorry thoughts, but hey, thats what blogs are for. maytbe i'll just resolve and improve or stay lazy. the key to happiness is to be happy. its as simple as that.
if only society wasn't everready to stab you in the back.
ah well.
cheers.
alcohol cures.
but i have none now, and i have also stopped drinking. i drank only thrice. now i've totally given it up. i don't like it. i am NOT addicted. that was over a year ago. now im normal. but i shouldn't stray
ah well.
have a heart
thats it.
im online and ive not even signed up
poor web friends. they are so trustful of me. i dont want to harm them. but i havent been there for a while. become so friendly and all.
but im betraying my parents too. am not studying. am wasting too much of their money by doing useless things on the net. atleast i stopped porn. they just want me to score marks. they are having a tough time. they cannot handle their new jobs and house. the cost is mounting to keep me living a very comfortable life, and im am blowing cash on useless cds and casettes. and wasting energy
and crying. crying like hell. its not that i am happy.
this is killing me inside.
but i need to do it.
Normally, i don't share such sorry thoughts, but hey, thats what blogs are for. maytbe i'll just resolve and improve or stay lazy. the key to happiness is to be happy. its as simple as that.
if only society wasn't everready to stab you in the back.
ah well.
cheers.
alcohol cures.
but i have none now, and i have also stopped drinking. i drank only thrice. now i've totally given it up. i don't like it. i am NOT addicted. that was over a year ago. now im normal. but i shouldn't stray
ah well.
have a heart
thats it.
salmonella
writing posts with random names instead of the usual boring about today. Did not study at all, went to college and did a few foolish things, including writing bio sucks on the bio lab blackboard. am embarrassed about it. Shit.
Drew the drawings of bio pracs for a friend. teased a few people on the way back home. vishwajeet is very irritated.
Shit.
Will update more articles and peoems, mostly the newer ones. dont want anyone stealing ideas though, they are sacred. Shit
My life sucks. Shit
Actually the title should have been shit...
Drew the drawings of bio pracs for a friend. teased a few people on the way back home. vishwajeet is very irritated.
Shit.
Will update more articles and peoems, mostly the newer ones. dont want anyone stealing ideas though, they are sacred. Shit
My life sucks. Shit
Actually the title should have been shit...
Ok thats it, READ THIS FIRST
If you are thinking of reading anything that i've written, i've just backed up my really old files. the later ones are actually stupid ones that i had written a year ago. The new ones are nice and are actually the ones published at the beggining.
What the hell
amj
What the hell
amj
Dos Games
Dos Games
Computer gaming goes where no other form of entertainment has ever gone before, mostly because it is interactive and you get to be the hero. You get to do things you can never do in real life and that's the fun part. However, games today are pretty costly and take up a lot of system resources. For someone who uses his computer mostly for work, it is impractical to have around six MB of space for a game that will get pretty boring after some time. And then the high requirements of the games force you to constantly upgrade your system if you want to play them. Classic, old fashioned, dos games come to the rescue. They provide the same intriguing gameplay, and essentially pick the same chords as any other game available in the market. Around fifteen games will fit within a megabyte, and best of all its available on the net for free! Even the serious gamer would enjoy the old fashioned charm. However, if you do not know exactly where to find free dos games, you'll end up wasting a lot of net time going around in meaningless circles and reaching dead ends.
dosgames.com
This site has almost all the games that were created from the dawn of computer games (around 1984!) till the Prince of Persia 2 demo. It has a convenient navigation, with the games divided into 3d shooting, action, adventure, ball and paddle, sidescrolling, miscellaneous, puzzle, educational/kids, RPG, sim, strategy, space shooting and Tetris. The picks of the lot are doom (everyone will remember this), keen (addictive), hocus pocus (really funny) and skyroads (the best). If you are looking for anything specific, you can search or look in the all games index. There is also a page of newest additions which is a very convenient feature if you have downloaded half the site already. Then there are a lost of small games <50 k, and the game makers have excelled themselves here. The Mario brothers is one of the games here, taking only 47 k of your system, but providing hours of overwhelming gameplay. Classics here make you go totally nostalgic, pong, digger, pcman, and the best, volfied. Check out alleycat (1984) also, a little known but a total timepass game. Some of these games will run very very fast on your PC, so you'll need to download a free software called mo'slo from the utilities section, to enable some games to run. Be sure to stop it after playing or your system will continue to go slow and eventually crash.
dosgamesarchive.com
Second choice to dosgames.com, because the games are sorted in alphabetical order, and each page takes a long time to load… Yet a practical site, it has many dos games that dosgames.com does not have. These games include the lion king (I still remember using the dwarf cheat code) Aladdin (as stunning as ever), Abuse, Biomenace and Prince! If you go to this site, it is a must to download the duke nukem series, hexen, dave (yessss!) and the commander keen series. However, you must know the name of the game here unless you want to waste a lot of time wading through pages of needless games. If you are in a mood to experiment, this is where to do it. I tried our catacomb abyss, and was not disappointed. There exists an equally remarkable doom modification here called rouge spear.
Other resources
I wanted a game called comix zone, and could not find it in the two sites above. I went to google search and after some time, found it. However, this is one of the few rare games that are neither in dosgames.com nor dosgamesarchive.com. Usually, if you know a game that is not available in either of the two sites, then the games are not shareware, or not yet freeware or abbandonware (public domain). It’s a good idea to ask friend to e-mail you the old games that still hang around in little visited corners of their systems. I did that with a game called earthworm Jim. If all else fails, google is the best place…
At the end of the day, dos games are still thriving and still have as much charm as they had when they were first released. The best way to spend some time when it rains relentlessly outside…
-Aditya MJ
notes:
published in JAM, got two hundred friggin bucks for this shit, i can continue to send in such stuff for some real easy cash
Computer gaming goes where no other form of entertainment has ever gone before, mostly because it is interactive and you get to be the hero. You get to do things you can never do in real life and that's the fun part. However, games today are pretty costly and take up a lot of system resources. For someone who uses his computer mostly for work, it is impractical to have around six MB of space for a game that will get pretty boring after some time. And then the high requirements of the games force you to constantly upgrade your system if you want to play them. Classic, old fashioned, dos games come to the rescue. They provide the same intriguing gameplay, and essentially pick the same chords as any other game available in the market. Around fifteen games will fit within a megabyte, and best of all its available on the net for free! Even the serious gamer would enjoy the old fashioned charm. However, if you do not know exactly where to find free dos games, you'll end up wasting a lot of net time going around in meaningless circles and reaching dead ends.
dosgames.com
This site has almost all the games that were created from the dawn of computer games (around 1984!) till the Prince of Persia 2 demo. It has a convenient navigation, with the games divided into 3d shooting, action, adventure, ball and paddle, sidescrolling, miscellaneous, puzzle, educational/kids, RPG, sim, strategy, space shooting and Tetris. The picks of the lot are doom (everyone will remember this), keen (addictive), hocus pocus (really funny) and skyroads (the best). If you are looking for anything specific, you can search or look in the all games index. There is also a page of newest additions which is a very convenient feature if you have downloaded half the site already. Then there are a lost of small games <50 k, and the game makers have excelled themselves here. The Mario brothers is one of the games here, taking only 47 k of your system, but providing hours of overwhelming gameplay. Classics here make you go totally nostalgic, pong, digger, pcman, and the best, volfied. Check out alleycat (1984) also, a little known but a total timepass game. Some of these games will run very very fast on your PC, so you'll need to download a free software called mo'slo from the utilities section, to enable some games to run. Be sure to stop it after playing or your system will continue to go slow and eventually crash.
dosgamesarchive.com
Second choice to dosgames.com, because the games are sorted in alphabetical order, and each page takes a long time to load… Yet a practical site, it has many dos games that dosgames.com does not have. These games include the lion king (I still remember using the dwarf cheat code) Aladdin (as stunning as ever), Abuse, Biomenace and Prince! If you go to this site, it is a must to download the duke nukem series, hexen, dave (yessss!) and the commander keen series. However, you must know the name of the game here unless you want to waste a lot of time wading through pages of needless games. If you are in a mood to experiment, this is where to do it. I tried our catacomb abyss, and was not disappointed. There exists an equally remarkable doom modification here called rouge spear.
Other resources
I wanted a game called comix zone, and could not find it in the two sites above. I went to google search and after some time, found it. However, this is one of the few rare games that are neither in dosgames.com nor dosgamesarchive.com. Usually, if you know a game that is not available in either of the two sites, then the games are not shareware, or not yet freeware or abbandonware (public domain). It’s a good idea to ask friend to e-mail you the old games that still hang around in little visited corners of their systems. I did that with a game called earthworm Jim. If all else fails, google is the best place…
At the end of the day, dos games are still thriving and still have as much charm as they had when they were first released. The best way to spend some time when it rains relentlessly outside…
-Aditya MJ
notes:
published in JAM, got two hundred friggin bucks for this shit, i can continue to send in such stuff for some real easy cash
Cricket: The death knell for other games
Cricket: The death knell for other games
Claiming English to be the death knell for other languages is almost as atrocious. While agreeing that other games are tending to be sidelined, cricket definitely isn’t the cause. Cricket has many merits, and the chief ones being its ability to be played anywhere and its relatively low cost. Because of this and a plethora of other virtues, cricket is the most popular game in the country. And therefore, it is not cricket, the game itself, but the public at large that is to be blamed for the ruination of other games. As a personal experience, in my school, whenever I have played any game in PT class, it has been either cricket or football. Never have I been exposed to atiya patiya, gilli danda or kabaddi. And frankly speaking, even if they did, I wouldn’t have been interested. Yet, I do not hold cricket to blame, for the simple reason that if cricket would not have existed, then everybody would have liked some other game, say kabaddi in its place and people would be writing on kabaddi being the death knell for other sports. Some or the other game would hold the position that cricket is now holding. Moreover, we have to face the truth, bitter or otherwise that cricket is the only sport where India currently has the capability to turn out international standard players in large numbers.
Agreed that cricketers in India are a bit glamorised, but Bhupati, Kartikeyan, Pillai and Anand have a celebrity quotient too, and it isn’t that the cricketers have any less talent, and hence are as deserving of the status as their fellow sportsmen. An odd cricketer may belittle the game occasionally, but the damage has been sufficiently remedied by showing the door to every one of them.
Cricket is the game most commonly shown on TV, because it is an interesting game to watch. The television itself prevents people from going out and playing, and not cricket. There are many who like to watch cricket, and keep tabs on the records of the cricketers, and follow the various tournaments keenly, but would hate to go out in the sun and actually play it. Again, cricket takes the blame, this time for the television.
If anyone desires to keep any game alive, then the only possible solution is for the people at large to take interest and work towards it. The government is playing a key role in keeping these games alive, no matter what anyone might say. It treats all games equally, and the incentives and facilities provided to the cricketers are no more than any other player of any other game receives. For those who care, the national events of the games that are supposedly dying out are broadcast regularly on doordarshan, and the public isn’t interested. We cannot hold cricket to blame for having way more viewer potential. The sponsors of the cricket team are partly to blame for going with the flow and encouraging cricket teams only. The advertisements intending to promote the products are promoting the game. Lately, the trend has been changing and companies are looking at various different sportsmen for wearing them on their shirts.
This, and the very fact that such a topic is being called into discussion signifies the change in trend of the people’s thinking. It begins to show that the people actually care about the various sports that are a part of our culture, and those that some of us have mastered better than people from the regions where they developed in the first place. Who knows what this fresh train of thought will lead us, if it loses steam before other sports get a prominent place, then the blame should not come on cricket; if, however, almost extinct sports are rejuvenated, then they will owe one to cricket for bringing their plight into the light.
A lot yet needs to be done, and other sports will most definitely die out if we do not take more sensible steps towards resurrecting them than pointlessly blaming cricket. The devil down below may be ringing the triangular piece of metal for most other games, but the sound coming out most definitely isn’t cricket.
-Aditya MJ
D, FYJC Science
notes:
written for a competition last year, did not submit
Claiming English to be the death knell for other languages is almost as atrocious. While agreeing that other games are tending to be sidelined, cricket definitely isn’t the cause. Cricket has many merits, and the chief ones being its ability to be played anywhere and its relatively low cost. Because of this and a plethora of other virtues, cricket is the most popular game in the country. And therefore, it is not cricket, the game itself, but the public at large that is to be blamed for the ruination of other games. As a personal experience, in my school, whenever I have played any game in PT class, it has been either cricket or football. Never have I been exposed to atiya patiya, gilli danda or kabaddi. And frankly speaking, even if they did, I wouldn’t have been interested. Yet, I do not hold cricket to blame, for the simple reason that if cricket would not have existed, then everybody would have liked some other game, say kabaddi in its place and people would be writing on kabaddi being the death knell for other sports. Some or the other game would hold the position that cricket is now holding. Moreover, we have to face the truth, bitter or otherwise that cricket is the only sport where India currently has the capability to turn out international standard players in large numbers.
Agreed that cricketers in India are a bit glamorised, but Bhupati, Kartikeyan, Pillai and Anand have a celebrity quotient too, and it isn’t that the cricketers have any less talent, and hence are as deserving of the status as their fellow sportsmen. An odd cricketer may belittle the game occasionally, but the damage has been sufficiently remedied by showing the door to every one of them.
Cricket is the game most commonly shown on TV, because it is an interesting game to watch. The television itself prevents people from going out and playing, and not cricket. There are many who like to watch cricket, and keep tabs on the records of the cricketers, and follow the various tournaments keenly, but would hate to go out in the sun and actually play it. Again, cricket takes the blame, this time for the television.
If anyone desires to keep any game alive, then the only possible solution is for the people at large to take interest and work towards it. The government is playing a key role in keeping these games alive, no matter what anyone might say. It treats all games equally, and the incentives and facilities provided to the cricketers are no more than any other player of any other game receives. For those who care, the national events of the games that are supposedly dying out are broadcast regularly on doordarshan, and the public isn’t interested. We cannot hold cricket to blame for having way more viewer potential. The sponsors of the cricket team are partly to blame for going with the flow and encouraging cricket teams only. The advertisements intending to promote the products are promoting the game. Lately, the trend has been changing and companies are looking at various different sportsmen for wearing them on their shirts.
This, and the very fact that such a topic is being called into discussion signifies the change in trend of the people’s thinking. It begins to show that the people actually care about the various sports that are a part of our culture, and those that some of us have mastered better than people from the regions where they developed in the first place. Who knows what this fresh train of thought will lead us, if it loses steam before other sports get a prominent place, then the blame should not come on cricket; if, however, almost extinct sports are rejuvenated, then they will owe one to cricket for bringing their plight into the light.
A lot yet needs to be done, and other sports will most definitely die out if we do not take more sensible steps towards resurrecting them than pointlessly blaming cricket. The devil down below may be ringing the triangular piece of metal for most other games, but the sound coming out most definitely isn’t cricket.
-Aditya MJ
D, FYJC Science
notes:
written for a competition last year, did not submit
Cat on the prowl?
Cat on the prowl?
This will sound like a retelling an old tale, because you will have heard it already from the aayah, the milkman, the watchman, the news channel of the local cable network, and the three lines and a picture in thane plus. The incident has long since forgotten by the grapevine, but I'm bringing it up because I never had a chance to take part in the gossip, and frankly speaking, I just had to tell it to somebody, without anyone interrupting their interpretation of their neighbor's version of their son's restatement of his friend's father's eyewitness account. So now here is my narration, and any teachings of hyperbole that I have paid attention to in class have no effect on me. Infact most of this is understatement. Atleast no one can state the excitement that ensued due to the whole thing in hyperbole…
Early on the morning of the fourth of march, an unwelcome visitor slipped stealthily into Vasant Vihar office building. A little later, a watchman went in to change his clothes and saw the creature. He shut the door immediately and raised the alarm.
It promised to be the most exciting day. By eight o clock a large crowd had gathered. A very large crowd had gathered. All of them dying with excitement to catch a glimpse of the creature. Many residents of Panchavati had gathered too, some with cameras, and I was no different. Amongst the excited gossip, the creature evolved from tiger to leopard to cheetah to lion to panther to a premature April fools gag. The crowd settled for the cheetah thanks to the cold drinks in the commercial breaks of the then ongoing cricket world cup. Children were screaming the punchline cheetah bhi peeta hai. Most of them got the day off school, because the excitement was too much to miss. Really. They didn't go. Infact, they joined the crowd.
And what a crowd it was. The cheetah (let's call it that now, for the time being) would have been pulp by now, had the crowd been allowed to go in and see it. All of them were waiting to have a glimpse of it, and were confident enough to face it. None were afraid. Everyone was charged with bravery and courage, in a situation where one would expect them to be frite-ing.
The talk went on for an hour. Then the police came. (crowd bursting with excitement). Then the forest officials came. (crowd exploding with excitement). Then the reporters came. Words all inadequate to describe the state of the frenzy in the crowd. The officials got a large yellow net out and everyone cheered. They put it around the building. Their plan was to put a dart in the cheetah (at this stage, the cheetah idea had become very popular), and make it unconscious and put it in a cage.
So they called the dart guy and waited. The crowd waited too. And they waited. And they waited. And they waited. And then they (naturally) got very tired. Many went home to get refreshments, have breakfast, recharge cameras. Then the dart team came back, and continued their long wait. One and a half hour later, they came.
Utter confusion ensued. I could make out neither head nor tail of the whole thing. I was caught in the middle of a large throng of people all shoving and jostling each other to get into a prime position to look at the cheetah (this being the last time I will bother you without telling what it really turned out to be). The officials (most probably to impress their superiors) shoved us back. The crowd pushed back in return.
The guy with the dart gun went in. Fifteen minutes later, they came back out. Cheers followed cheers as the crowd applauded the capture of the cheetah (one last time, sorry). The officials allowed a small group of people in the front to see it. I was amongst the lucky few.
But I was utterly disappointed. I expected a magnificent giant cat with bulging muscles and smooth skin. Instead, I saw a haggardly starved creature not much bigger than a street dog. I am not a trained person, but to me it really looked like a miniature version of the cheetah in the ad. "Ek baccha nay poora Vasant Vihar ko hila diya". Memorable sentiments of a car washer, and a person who saw the thing.
(The news reports on the local cable networks said it was a leopard. The officials claimed it to be a sher. Thane plus, which everyone will agree is the most credible source, said that it was a panther).
I saw the crowd disperse reluctantly, and the van carrying the panther going ... As soon as I returned home, I began studying for the board exams scheduled for the next day. With the excitement of a panther coming just outside your balcony, what can you dew about it?
- Aditya M J
Panchavati
This will sound like a retelling an old tale, because you will have heard it already from the aayah, the milkman, the watchman, the news channel of the local cable network, and the three lines and a picture in thane plus. The incident has long since forgotten by the grapevine, but I'm bringing it up because I never had a chance to take part in the gossip, and frankly speaking, I just had to tell it to somebody, without anyone interrupting their interpretation of their neighbor's version of their son's restatement of his friend's father's eyewitness account. So now here is my narration, and any teachings of hyperbole that I have paid attention to in class have no effect on me. Infact most of this is understatement. Atleast no one can state the excitement that ensued due to the whole thing in hyperbole…
Early on the morning of the fourth of march, an unwelcome visitor slipped stealthily into Vasant Vihar office building. A little later, a watchman went in to change his clothes and saw the creature. He shut the door immediately and raised the alarm.
It promised to be the most exciting day. By eight o clock a large crowd had gathered. A very large crowd had gathered. All of them dying with excitement to catch a glimpse of the creature. Many residents of Panchavati had gathered too, some with cameras, and I was no different. Amongst the excited gossip, the creature evolved from tiger to leopard to cheetah to lion to panther to a premature April fools gag. The crowd settled for the cheetah thanks to the cold drinks in the commercial breaks of the then ongoing cricket world cup. Children were screaming the punchline cheetah bhi peeta hai. Most of them got the day off school, because the excitement was too much to miss. Really. They didn't go. Infact, they joined the crowd.
And what a crowd it was. The cheetah (let's call it that now, for the time being) would have been pulp by now, had the crowd been allowed to go in and see it. All of them were waiting to have a glimpse of it, and were confident enough to face it. None were afraid. Everyone was charged with bravery and courage, in a situation where one would expect them to be frite-ing.
The talk went on for an hour. Then the police came. (crowd bursting with excitement). Then the forest officials came. (crowd exploding with excitement). Then the reporters came. Words all inadequate to describe the state of the frenzy in the crowd. The officials got a large yellow net out and everyone cheered. They put it around the building. Their plan was to put a dart in the cheetah (at this stage, the cheetah idea had become very popular), and make it unconscious and put it in a cage.
So they called the dart guy and waited. The crowd waited too. And they waited. And they waited. And they waited. And then they (naturally) got very tired. Many went home to get refreshments, have breakfast, recharge cameras. Then the dart team came back, and continued their long wait. One and a half hour later, they came.
Utter confusion ensued. I could make out neither head nor tail of the whole thing. I was caught in the middle of a large throng of people all shoving and jostling each other to get into a prime position to look at the cheetah (this being the last time I will bother you without telling what it really turned out to be). The officials (most probably to impress their superiors) shoved us back. The crowd pushed back in return.
The guy with the dart gun went in. Fifteen minutes later, they came back out. Cheers followed cheers as the crowd applauded the capture of the cheetah (one last time, sorry). The officials allowed a small group of people in the front to see it. I was amongst the lucky few.
But I was utterly disappointed. I expected a magnificent giant cat with bulging muscles and smooth skin. Instead, I saw a haggardly starved creature not much bigger than a street dog. I am not a trained person, but to me it really looked like a miniature version of the cheetah in the ad. "Ek baccha nay poora Vasant Vihar ko hila diya". Memorable sentiments of a car washer, and a person who saw the thing.
(The news reports on the local cable networks said it was a leopard. The officials claimed it to be a sher. Thane plus, which everyone will agree is the most credible source, said that it was a panther).
I saw the crowd disperse reluctantly, and the van carrying the panther going ... As soon as I returned home, I began studying for the board exams scheduled for the next day. With the excitement of a panther coming just outside your balcony, what can you dew about it?
- Aditya M J
Panchavati
Bing
Bing
(Note, for the purpose of this narration, A, B, C, and D are four friends, whose identities are kept secret in order to 'protect their privacy' (read self-respect).
Sometimes in life, people have this thing in the body triggered, and all vigilance of dignity are forgotten and they reduce to laughter, insane, uncontrollable laughter. Not a mere sudden flicker of smile, a fifteen on the equivalent of the Richter scale for laughter. Guts feel as if they are being wrenched inside out and one really wonders why the lungs are not exploding…
They say laughter is the best medicine. Maybe people are getting an overdose. Every day, when I head over to school, early morning. While I am worrying about half - finished geography homework, there is the laughter club howling in the middle of the park. Once upon a time, there used to be hordes of people gathered there, now the people have dwindled to about fifteen. I cannot control the chortle that escapes me as I go past them (I do not even try to). Not because of the dwindled numbers, but because the people there are howling, cackling, tittering and giggling as loudly as their bodies can permit. And they are also flailing their arms all the time. THAT is good for the health.
Atleast some scientific studies says so. Studies that do not take into account extremely perverted people that laugh when they see someone slipping. Or someone gets his Parker filched. Or someone gets bowled out when aiming for a six in cricket (No, D, that is not from personal experience). Or a dog howls at a car that came too close for comfort. And these same people simply refuse to understand the simplest of jokes, and invariably ask 'what happens next' after the climax of every (meant to be funny) narration. But they bend over laughing if you say 'bing'. And they laugh at you again if you ask what it means. A and B used to drag themselves early morning to the laughter club, and stopped after ten days. Maybe they had too much to laugh (I used to play cricket then). Maybe they found the early mornings disheartening. Whatever the reason, they quit. C and D laughed at them for quitting…
A and B get the joke… sometimes. C and D do not, no matter how many times it is explained to them. The annoying 'what happens next' question was asked after I told them all about a person who sees two headlights of a lorry and drives his motorbike between the two thinking they are two scooters going side by side… And this behavior of C and D makes A and B (and me) laugh. After this happened a couple of times, C and D understood when a joke was in the air by the inflection in the speaker's tongue, and they laughed, even though they didn't quite get the joke. This they do either from courtesy or to prevent themselves being looked upon as idiots. And then they laugh again in the (very rare) eventuality of understanding the joke. This culture seems to be spreading everywhere and making a huge mockery of the talent they call 'sense of humour'…
Bing.
(Note, for the purpose of this narration, A, B, C, and D are four friends, whose identities are kept secret in order to 'protect their privacy' (read self-respect).
Sometimes in life, people have this thing in the body triggered, and all vigilance of dignity are forgotten and they reduce to laughter, insane, uncontrollable laughter. Not a mere sudden flicker of smile, a fifteen on the equivalent of the Richter scale for laughter. Guts feel as if they are being wrenched inside out and one really wonders why the lungs are not exploding…
They say laughter is the best medicine. Maybe people are getting an overdose. Every day, when I head over to school, early morning. While I am worrying about half - finished geography homework, there is the laughter club howling in the middle of the park. Once upon a time, there used to be hordes of people gathered there, now the people have dwindled to about fifteen. I cannot control the chortle that escapes me as I go past them (I do not even try to). Not because of the dwindled numbers, but because the people there are howling, cackling, tittering and giggling as loudly as their bodies can permit. And they are also flailing their arms all the time. THAT is good for the health.
Atleast some scientific studies says so. Studies that do not take into account extremely perverted people that laugh when they see someone slipping. Or someone gets his Parker filched. Or someone gets bowled out when aiming for a six in cricket (No, D, that is not from personal experience). Or a dog howls at a car that came too close for comfort. And these same people simply refuse to understand the simplest of jokes, and invariably ask 'what happens next' after the climax of every (meant to be funny) narration. But they bend over laughing if you say 'bing'. And they laugh at you again if you ask what it means. A and B used to drag themselves early morning to the laughter club, and stopped after ten days. Maybe they had too much to laugh (I used to play cricket then). Maybe they found the early mornings disheartening. Whatever the reason, they quit. C and D laughed at them for quitting…
A and B get the joke… sometimes. C and D do not, no matter how many times it is explained to them. The annoying 'what happens next' question was asked after I told them all about a person who sees two headlights of a lorry and drives his motorbike between the two thinking they are two scooters going side by side… And this behavior of C and D makes A and B (and me) laugh. After this happened a couple of times, C and D understood when a joke was in the air by the inflection in the speaker's tongue, and they laughed, even though they didn't quite get the joke. This they do either from courtesy or to prevent themselves being looked upon as idiots. And then they laugh again in the (very rare) eventuality of understanding the joke. This culture seems to be spreading everywhere and making a huge mockery of the talent they call 'sense of humour'…
Bing.
Almost an hour at the bus stop
Almost an hour at the bus stop
The last time I had to write something about an hour in a bus stop was in seventh standard, where I was supposed to make up some excuse like ‘the bus I wanted just left two minutes ago and then weave an imaginative story of interesting things that unfolded there while I waited for the next bus which would have come fifty five minutes behind schedule, otherwise it would prove dreadfully unfavourable to my essay. I never imagined at that time, that I would actually ever have the totally unwanted experience of actually spending well, not an hour, but some forty minutes at a bus stop.
I wasn’t waiting for any bus at the bus stop, but imagining many ways to trouble my (I flinch to call him that) friend, who had, in his extreme foolishness told me that a library where we were both members of, opened at 9:30. He was wrong by an entire half an hour. I, on a rare occasion of punctuality, reached the place fifteen minutes before 9:30. And found out the correct timings. After I finished cursing my (flinch) friend, I was left with two choices, going out of the building and finding something to occupy myself for three fourths of an hour, or sitting on the posh Mittal towers staircase and looking like a fish in the display counter of a jewellery store (out of the water is a phrase too common for my liking).
I, being totally unlike my (flinch) friend, took the wiser option of going out. Once out, I looked left, then looked right. Don’t think I wanted to cross the road; coming to this college everyday has given me the knack of avoiding traffic without going through my kindergarten lessons of looking at both sides before acting like a chicken whose actions people unnecessarily question. I had no intention of crossing the road and In fact, I had no intention at all. I was in a state of total lack of direction. I don’t know why I looked left and then right, but I spotted the bus stop in the process. The bus stop suddenly fell into place. That’s just an expression, it was built, not dropped there, but the thing is, it was an ideal place to sit. I wouldn’t look out of place, and it was a perfect place to wile away time, pretending to wait for some bus. The funny thing is, there was a fish in the window of a jewellery store near the bus stop. Well, it was actually, a gold shark with a ruby-like eye, but that’s the closest you can ever get to get a fish in the jewellery store, that is unless your uncle owns a jewellery store, and you set the fish up just because you are hell bent on proving me wrong.
Anyway, the bus stop being more or less on Nariman point, with tall executive buildings, renowned (not yet open) libraries and the world’s largest collection of Chinese snack corners outside China, the bus stop I was sitting was a pretty busy one.
But being busy did not imply that it was interesting, because watching people get out every single time the bus stops gets very boring after seeing it about one time. I wondered where all the sheep and cows under the boughs were, now that I had all the time to stand and stare. That’s when actually I felt for the first time that life was indeed so full of care. It was so very boring. (I would have liked to use a stronger word like ‘damn’ instead of the ‘very’ in the previous sentence, but decided that it wouldn’t have been aligned with the cultured sentiments of this publication). Two men were chatting away about their bosses in one corner of the bus stop, and I lost out the more juicier statements as I have limited understanding capability of Gujrati. A young man sitting beside me was reading a textbook of some higher educational level to which I have not been introduced, and it had complicated pictures of some valve used in a chemical plant. It had the top view, the side view and a detailed view, and was labelled with words like “regulating pedal clutch”. But that was about all my dwindled interest would allow me to see.
I reduced to the regular pastime of people patiently waiting for something to happen, and began looking at my watch every 3.64 microseconds. Ever heard of the saying a watched pressure cooker never whistles? Obviously you haven’t, but the never-boiling pot is another one of those many things in my hate list. Well, if there was just one thing that I learnt after spending almost an hour at the bus stop, I realised how long it takes for the second needle to journey across the six degrees of a clock-face. I learnt the value of a second, and the good thing was that I did not have to find an Olympic silver-medallist to reveal the value to me. And there was still a good healthy twenty minutes left.
The people continued to pour out off whichever bus happened to stop at the bus stop, which was every single that went past it. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it does; don’t think I am Oscar Wilde, at least I don’t believe that a true friend stabs you in the front…
With the lack of anything better to do, I bought some groundnuts and started eating them. My eyes were by now following the regular routine of looking left, my watch, right, my watch, and were only disturbed every few minutes when a bus stopped, which was no surprise because I was at a bus stop. Having totally concentrated on the second needle, I now actually looked at the time and noticed that I had only ten minutes of eyeball exercising left, and a wave of hope washed over me, and I resolved never to be so bored again ever in my life, and whenever any free time presented itself, I would do something more useful than finding out the value of a second and cooking up totally revolting expressions involving pressure cookers and fish.
Surprisingly enough (though not as much as finding a fish in a jewellery store), the I’m-bored-and-have-nothing-interesting-to-do-time, (or in other words, leisure) came soon enough, and that evening, I did not have to force out any creative juices from wherever they were stored, and had a lot of at least remotely presentable material at my disposal, so I decided to write an article, and this is it.
-Aditya MJ
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notes
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this article got the first prize in my college magazine dakshinayanam for 2002-2003
The last time I had to write something about an hour in a bus stop was in seventh standard, where I was supposed to make up some excuse like ‘the bus I wanted just left two minutes ago and then weave an imaginative story of interesting things that unfolded there while I waited for the next bus which would have come fifty five minutes behind schedule, otherwise it would prove dreadfully unfavourable to my essay. I never imagined at that time, that I would actually ever have the totally unwanted experience of actually spending well, not an hour, but some forty minutes at a bus stop.
I wasn’t waiting for any bus at the bus stop, but imagining many ways to trouble my (I flinch to call him that) friend, who had, in his extreme foolishness told me that a library where we were both members of, opened at 9:30. He was wrong by an entire half an hour. I, on a rare occasion of punctuality, reached the place fifteen minutes before 9:30. And found out the correct timings. After I finished cursing my (flinch) friend, I was left with two choices, going out of the building and finding something to occupy myself for three fourths of an hour, or sitting on the posh Mittal towers staircase and looking like a fish in the display counter of a jewellery store (out of the water is a phrase too common for my liking).
I, being totally unlike my (flinch) friend, took the wiser option of going out. Once out, I looked left, then looked right. Don’t think I wanted to cross the road; coming to this college everyday has given me the knack of avoiding traffic without going through my kindergarten lessons of looking at both sides before acting like a chicken whose actions people unnecessarily question. I had no intention of crossing the road and In fact, I had no intention at all. I was in a state of total lack of direction. I don’t know why I looked left and then right, but I spotted the bus stop in the process. The bus stop suddenly fell into place. That’s just an expression, it was built, not dropped there, but the thing is, it was an ideal place to sit. I wouldn’t look out of place, and it was a perfect place to wile away time, pretending to wait for some bus. The funny thing is, there was a fish in the window of a jewellery store near the bus stop. Well, it was actually, a gold shark with a ruby-like eye, but that’s the closest you can ever get to get a fish in the jewellery store, that is unless your uncle owns a jewellery store, and you set the fish up just because you are hell bent on proving me wrong.
Anyway, the bus stop being more or less on Nariman point, with tall executive buildings, renowned (not yet open) libraries and the world’s largest collection of Chinese snack corners outside China, the bus stop I was sitting was a pretty busy one.
But being busy did not imply that it was interesting, because watching people get out every single time the bus stops gets very boring after seeing it about one time. I wondered where all the sheep and cows under the boughs were, now that I had all the time to stand and stare. That’s when actually I felt for the first time that life was indeed so full of care. It was so very boring. (I would have liked to use a stronger word like ‘damn’ instead of the ‘very’ in the previous sentence, but decided that it wouldn’t have been aligned with the cultured sentiments of this publication). Two men were chatting away about their bosses in one corner of the bus stop, and I lost out the more juicier statements as I have limited understanding capability of Gujrati. A young man sitting beside me was reading a textbook of some higher educational level to which I have not been introduced, and it had complicated pictures of some valve used in a chemical plant. It had the top view, the side view and a detailed view, and was labelled with words like “regulating pedal clutch”. But that was about all my dwindled interest would allow me to see.
I reduced to the regular pastime of people patiently waiting for something to happen, and began looking at my watch every 3.64 microseconds. Ever heard of the saying a watched pressure cooker never whistles? Obviously you haven’t, but the never-boiling pot is another one of those many things in my hate list. Well, if there was just one thing that I learnt after spending almost an hour at the bus stop, I realised how long it takes for the second needle to journey across the six degrees of a clock-face. I learnt the value of a second, and the good thing was that I did not have to find an Olympic silver-medallist to reveal the value to me. And there was still a good healthy twenty minutes left.
The people continued to pour out off whichever bus happened to stop at the bus stop, which was every single that went past it. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it does; don’t think I am Oscar Wilde, at least I don’t believe that a true friend stabs you in the front…
With the lack of anything better to do, I bought some groundnuts and started eating them. My eyes were by now following the regular routine of looking left, my watch, right, my watch, and were only disturbed every few minutes when a bus stopped, which was no surprise because I was at a bus stop. Having totally concentrated on the second needle, I now actually looked at the time and noticed that I had only ten minutes of eyeball exercising left, and a wave of hope washed over me, and I resolved never to be so bored again ever in my life, and whenever any free time presented itself, I would do something more useful than finding out the value of a second and cooking up totally revolting expressions involving pressure cookers and fish.
Surprisingly enough (though not as much as finding a fish in a jewellery store), the I’m-bored-and-have-nothing-interesting-to-do-time, (or in other words, leisure) came soon enough, and that evening, I did not have to force out any creative juices from wherever they were stored, and had a lot of at least remotely presentable material at my disposal, so I decided to write an article, and this is it.
-Aditya MJ
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this article got the first prize in my college magazine dakshinayanam for 2002-2003
Baby Bob’s Marvellous Toy
Baby Bob’s Marvellous Toy
Who created the earth, one might question,
And many gods do this credit rob,
Don’t listen to the say of your religion,
The world was created by baby Bob…
Mighty baby Bob made this ball
And he coloured it with green and blue,
And in it he put us humans all,
And creatures that crawled and flew.
Then he blew out the clouds in the sky,
And fashioned lakes, rivers and streams,
Shaped the valley deep and mountain high,
Flung out the sun, dropped the moonbeams.
Painted the rainbow and the northern lights,
And the eerie glow of the firefly,
All the stars that shine in our nights,
And the lightning that streaks the stormy sky.
He rippled the seas with mighty waves,
And then lit the fire on volcanic mountaintops,
Crafted crystalline daggers in cavernous caves,
And Chalk-white cliffs with breathtaking drops.
He made the rain and then the snow,
He pushed out the grass and then the trees,
And coaxed the delicate flowers to grow,
Then he modelled the busy buzzing bees.
Yet a question remained to be answered,
Why did he do what he did?
This is very true though very absurd,
Mighty Bob was one punk of a kid.
Thor had a Hammer, and Ariadne, a seed,
Krishna had a flute, and Odin, a flame,
Cupid had a harp and Loki, a steed,
And Bob too wanted something special to his name,
So, he shaped the whole elaborate thing;
(The place we live in, our very own globe)
Bob just wanted an exceptional earring,
And now it proudly hangs from his left earlobe…
-Aditya MJ
Division D (FYJC)
Who created the earth, one might question,
And many gods do this credit rob,
Don’t listen to the say of your religion,
The world was created by baby Bob…
Mighty baby Bob made this ball
And he coloured it with green and blue,
And in it he put us humans all,
And creatures that crawled and flew.
Then he blew out the clouds in the sky,
And fashioned lakes, rivers and streams,
Shaped the valley deep and mountain high,
Flung out the sun, dropped the moonbeams.
Painted the rainbow and the northern lights,
And the eerie glow of the firefly,
All the stars that shine in our nights,
And the lightning that streaks the stormy sky.
He rippled the seas with mighty waves,
And then lit the fire on volcanic mountaintops,
Crafted crystalline daggers in cavernous caves,
And Chalk-white cliffs with breathtaking drops.
He made the rain and then the snow,
He pushed out the grass and then the trees,
And coaxed the delicate flowers to grow,
Then he modelled the busy buzzing bees.
Yet a question remained to be answered,
Why did he do what he did?
This is very true though very absurd,
Mighty Bob was one punk of a kid.
Thor had a Hammer, and Ariadne, a seed,
Krishna had a flute, and Odin, a flame,
Cupid had a harp and Loki, a steed,
And Bob too wanted something special to his name,
So, he shaped the whole elaborate thing;
(The place we live in, our very own globe)
Bob just wanted an exceptional earring,
And now it proudly hangs from his left earlobe…
-Aditya MJ
Division D (FYJC)
A rainy day
A rainy day
Some geography text books talk about the whole thing starting with the sun burning and heating up a pathetic little planet a few gazillion stone throws away and making low pressure areas in some miserable parts of it that cause winds near the equator to get disoriented and head towards these places and empty up over there. No matter how many hellfires burn the sun, it cannot keep the earth like one big Sahara. If it had any shame, it would have gone nova and then become nothing and everything at once. The resulting nothingness and everythingness would suck worse than earth, because nothing in the known universe can suck like black holes, and the whole thing would end in a respectable manner. Instead, it persists in coaxing them little vapours of the good old water upwards and creating woolly and senseless things called clouds.
Even the bloody silver lining is only lightning. And then the usual stuff happens. The wonderful black clouds awake the parched earth by sprinkling water on it. Everything turns beautiful at once. The peacocks begin their monsoon dance; the birds start serenading the smell of moist soil…you get the idea. They miss out on all the people cursing… cursing because they forgot an umbrella, cursing because the stupid umbrella won’t open, when they remembered to lug it along, and cursing because when it does open, after taking a finger or two with it, it cannot keep them dry anyway.
I cursed along with them on such a rainy day. It started as innocently as usual. Ever heard of something like the final feather breaking the camel’s back? An exact parallel to me and my school bag (hey English fanatics, my bag and I is downright stupid here OK?). Why bother risking the straps tearing off by pushing the umbrella into my already overloaded misshapen piece of synthetic something that passes of as my schoolbag… and moreover, only cirrus clouds were in the sky. That means rain-free clear and bright sunny weather ahead. When Mother Nature is not in the mood to play around with our wretched lives that is. I had almost reached the bus stop when it began to drizzle. I looked up at the blanket of nimbostratus that had crept in. Guess what that means? You are wrong – it was just drizzling… amazingly. The whole beauty of a rainy day registered within me for what seemed like a millisecond, when the Almighty took my picture. The thunder reached me a few seconds after the lightning. The clouds began to gather and get darker. Mother Nature was in for a treat.
I frowned. Another picture was taken. After that, it would have been better if it had just rained felines and canines. I ran the remaining distance to the bust stop and joined the surprisingly large queue. When the bus came, it never stopped at the bust stop. It just continued on its way. I ran behind it and started banging on its side, when the driver finally halted the bus. The conductor was polite enough and chided me on something like coming in front and standing. He wanted me to have somehow realised that all those people in the bus stop were just -taking shelter from the rain. The driver, knowing this, had not stopped till I did a Shivamani on his bus. I cursed at them like anything, and prayed to God, that it would rain for a couple of more millennia so that they would be stuck in that stupid bus stop forever. I immediately wished that I hadn’t.
That’s because my prayers were answered. I endured the rain in the bus. Where the window would refuse to close, not surprising if one notes the fact that the window catch was rusted. Through the open window, I looked at all those people caught in the open, struggling to stay dry, and hopelessly failing. A couple on a scooter had got down and were putting on a raincoat. Now that’s one of mankind’s innovations that is almost as frustrating as the umbrella. It seems the buttons, hooks, zips, and whatever those Velcro-based fasteners are called worked only in dry weather. People were huddling under shops, where the collected water on the shop roofs would fall at once on top of their heads. And just when a few people were safe and dry at a nice cosy bus stop, the bus came along and splashed muddy water all over them.
Then came the train phase, I would have been more or less as dry as I was if it weren’t for the masses of people coming along and sitting beside me and shaking all the water onto their co-passengers. Felt like most of it came on me. It was as wet inside the compartment, as it was outside. The rain had somehow found its way through a crack in the closed window. I was wet, depressed, wet, dirty, wet and did I mention? – wet. I survived college – seems I started a new kind of hairstyle or something. Foiled the rain by managing not to get any wetter on the way back, as I was already 102% water no matter what the science textbooks say. Came home, cleaned and dried myself, and let myself fall on the bed. This was how I liked a rainy day, form the inside. I decided to look at the beauty of it all, and I should have known that something would go wrong. The rains stopped. Immediately. Completely. Totally. Not a single infernal drop of the heavenly h2o. Ironically it was then that the birds started singing… I think in relief.
-Aditya MJ
Some geography text books talk about the whole thing starting with the sun burning and heating up a pathetic little planet a few gazillion stone throws away and making low pressure areas in some miserable parts of it that cause winds near the equator to get disoriented and head towards these places and empty up over there. No matter how many hellfires burn the sun, it cannot keep the earth like one big Sahara. If it had any shame, it would have gone nova and then become nothing and everything at once. The resulting nothingness and everythingness would suck worse than earth, because nothing in the known universe can suck like black holes, and the whole thing would end in a respectable manner. Instead, it persists in coaxing them little vapours of the good old water upwards and creating woolly and senseless things called clouds.
Even the bloody silver lining is only lightning. And then the usual stuff happens. The wonderful black clouds awake the parched earth by sprinkling water on it. Everything turns beautiful at once. The peacocks begin their monsoon dance; the birds start serenading the smell of moist soil…you get the idea. They miss out on all the people cursing… cursing because they forgot an umbrella, cursing because the stupid umbrella won’t open, when they remembered to lug it along, and cursing because when it does open, after taking a finger or two with it, it cannot keep them dry anyway.
I cursed along with them on such a rainy day. It started as innocently as usual. Ever heard of something like the final feather breaking the camel’s back? An exact parallel to me and my school bag (hey English fanatics, my bag and I is downright stupid here OK?). Why bother risking the straps tearing off by pushing the umbrella into my already overloaded misshapen piece of synthetic something that passes of as my schoolbag… and moreover, only cirrus clouds were in the sky. That means rain-free clear and bright sunny weather ahead. When Mother Nature is not in the mood to play around with our wretched lives that is. I had almost reached the bus stop when it began to drizzle. I looked up at the blanket of nimbostratus that had crept in. Guess what that means? You are wrong – it was just drizzling… amazingly. The whole beauty of a rainy day registered within me for what seemed like a millisecond, when the Almighty took my picture. The thunder reached me a few seconds after the lightning. The clouds began to gather and get darker. Mother Nature was in for a treat.
I frowned. Another picture was taken. After that, it would have been better if it had just rained felines and canines. I ran the remaining distance to the bust stop and joined the surprisingly large queue. When the bus came, it never stopped at the bust stop. It just continued on its way. I ran behind it and started banging on its side, when the driver finally halted the bus. The conductor was polite enough and chided me on something like coming in front and standing. He wanted me to have somehow realised that all those people in the bus stop were just -taking shelter from the rain. The driver, knowing this, had not stopped till I did a Shivamani on his bus. I cursed at them like anything, and prayed to God, that it would rain for a couple of more millennia so that they would be stuck in that stupid bus stop forever. I immediately wished that I hadn’t.
That’s because my prayers were answered. I endured the rain in the bus. Where the window would refuse to close, not surprising if one notes the fact that the window catch was rusted. Through the open window, I looked at all those people caught in the open, struggling to stay dry, and hopelessly failing. A couple on a scooter had got down and were putting on a raincoat. Now that’s one of mankind’s innovations that is almost as frustrating as the umbrella. It seems the buttons, hooks, zips, and whatever those Velcro-based fasteners are called worked only in dry weather. People were huddling under shops, where the collected water on the shop roofs would fall at once on top of their heads. And just when a few people were safe and dry at a nice cosy bus stop, the bus came along and splashed muddy water all over them.
Then came the train phase, I would have been more or less as dry as I was if it weren’t for the masses of people coming along and sitting beside me and shaking all the water onto their co-passengers. Felt like most of it came on me. It was as wet inside the compartment, as it was outside. The rain had somehow found its way through a crack in the closed window. I was wet, depressed, wet, dirty, wet and did I mention? – wet. I survived college – seems I started a new kind of hairstyle or something. Foiled the rain by managing not to get any wetter on the way back, as I was already 102% water no matter what the science textbooks say. Came home, cleaned and dried myself, and let myself fall on the bed. This was how I liked a rainy day, form the inside. I decided to look at the beauty of it all, and I should have known that something would go wrong. The rains stopped. Immediately. Completely. Totally. Not a single infernal drop of the heavenly h2o. Ironically it was then that the birds started singing… I think in relief.
-Aditya MJ
The life of a monster
The life of a monster
With due thanks to a friend for suggesting this topic, and by which I am not sarcastically implying that he has had experience in such matters.
A 'monster' is any creature that refuses to die unless helicopters and missiles are brought in, in a Hollywood movie or a Bollywood b-grade flick. Such monsters can be classified into giant scary seemingly indestructible spiders, giant scary seemingly indestructible snakes, giant scary seemingly indestructible lizards, giant scary seemingly indestructible aliens, giant scary seemingly indestructible somewhat cute monkeys and giant scary seemingly indestructible moving live jelly. Dracula doesn't count (pun intended). Live puppets and werewolves don’t count either. It would have been really nice if I could have come up with and intended pun for those too…
Let us consider the life of another typically average boring monster. Here are its life stories if it was to live in Hollywood and then in one of the movies that Mithun dada releases every two months.
Hollywood thriller: An asteroid from (obviously) outer space creates a small unnoticeable crater in the middle of the remotest smallest most insignificant US owned island in the Pacific. Some exotic local fauna (ELF) comes to investigate and is suddenly possessed by microorganisms that survived in the asteroid. If that were not enough, the remnant radiation from an atomic test nearby also reaches the ELF (please read exotic local fauna, not elf) and some mutations take place transforming it into super ELF, a giant scary seemingly indestructible ELF. Now, super ELF cannot stay quietly in the remotest smallest most insignificant US owned island in the Pacific.
Something draws super ELF to a fairly populated town to which the movie director is closest in location to (the budget is really hampered by all the special effects you know, so its better to travel to the closest big town). So super ELF will go around the Pacific into New York even if Los Angeles is closer. The fishermen in Panama will create chaos when the super ELF passes through their humble waters. It will create ripples of fear in the local towns, but no big thing. Panaman locals are illiterate fools. They're making the whole thing up to draw tourists. So super ELF goes mostly unnoticed into the Atlantic, goes into Manhattan and then the boring stuff begins.
To put the thing in one (OK, somewhat long) sentence, super ELF creates havoc in the city, goes climbs some buildings destroys more, makes the hero meet the heroine, kills the sidekick, goes into hiding, destroys a few more buildings when discovered, the army comes in and finally, it gets killed due to the heroics of well, the hero.
Oh, on the way, super ELF kills a few more sidekicks, to show its power. Actually, one cannot put it in one sentence, a lot of things happen on the way. Super ELF has to tread on some cars, and go one on one with the late twin towers. It also has to sustain some bullets and shells and rockets and missiles and what not till the hero discovers its weak spot. And then super ELF simply has to make the woosies not already bored with the whole thing cry by killing their favorite character, which would be the heroine's dog. And then the heroine begs the hero to kill the super ELF. She does not do it after the hole in the empire state, she does not do it after half the famous Manhattan skyline is rubble. She does not do it after thousands evacuate the city. She does it after it eats her dog. Now it’s the hero Vs super ELF. He turns out to be an expert on ELFs and he knows the way to kill it, which can range from zapping electricity in its mouth to feeding it chicken lollipops. And finally, it dies. But wait! No end of story, super ELF has left behind an egg in the remotest sewer of the city, and it cracks after the credits, making way for super ELF II.
Mithun's pet: This is far more interesting than its Hollywood counterpart. For once, the creature is not affected by microorganisms from outer space or nuclear tests. It is created by a Rakshas, not to be confused with giant. It is created to plague the honest citizens of the local kingdom. The setting is old Indian time when Kings still ruled whatever bit of land they managed to cling on to. Now, the king has a big worry. Not the monster, that’s not his biggest worry, it confines itself to the forest and gobbles up every passerby who dares to venture in not heeding to his mother's sound advice, but it does not go rampaging in his town.
His real worry is marrying off his daughter, and there seems to be no one worthy for her beauty. His minister gives him an idea by which he can kill two birds with one stone and that is to proclaim that any prince who can kill the monster in the jungle can have the princess's hand in marriage. Now the mantri who advises this, has secret plans as he is the Rakshas in disguise and has total control over the creature, he wants to eliminate any competition before he can go take over the kingdom. The king however finds this idea ideal and he proclaims the proclamation. A lot of veer jawan go and never come back.
Then comes the hero, a local, a son of an ironsmith suddenly discovers his past as being carried away from a castle by an eagle who gives him to the ironsmith and the ironsmith has no aulad, so he takes care of him et cetera.
He is the prince, without the pride and is humble. Oh, by the way, the princess loves him but he's just a lohe ka son till now atleast. So he has to kill the monster for the happy ending, and he does that with the hammer. Sheer bravery and brawn. But Surprise! Mantri ka pravesh, with all jadooi powers and thermocol sets. Sword fighting, horse riding, swimming with crocs ensue, but it’s the aashirwaaad of the hero's maa that does the trick and well, do I even need to say this? - They live happily ever after.
-Aditya MJ
02 / 05 / 2003
With due thanks to a friend for suggesting this topic, and by which I am not sarcastically implying that he has had experience in such matters.
A 'monster' is any creature that refuses to die unless helicopters and missiles are brought in, in a Hollywood movie or a Bollywood b-grade flick. Such monsters can be classified into giant scary seemingly indestructible spiders, giant scary seemingly indestructible snakes, giant scary seemingly indestructible lizards, giant scary seemingly indestructible aliens, giant scary seemingly indestructible somewhat cute monkeys and giant scary seemingly indestructible moving live jelly. Dracula doesn't count (pun intended). Live puppets and werewolves don’t count either. It would have been really nice if I could have come up with and intended pun for those too…
Let us consider the life of another typically average boring monster. Here are its life stories if it was to live in Hollywood and then in one of the movies that Mithun dada releases every two months.
Hollywood thriller: An asteroid from (obviously) outer space creates a small unnoticeable crater in the middle of the remotest smallest most insignificant US owned island in the Pacific. Some exotic local fauna (ELF) comes to investigate and is suddenly possessed by microorganisms that survived in the asteroid. If that were not enough, the remnant radiation from an atomic test nearby also reaches the ELF (please read exotic local fauna, not elf) and some mutations take place transforming it into super ELF, a giant scary seemingly indestructible ELF. Now, super ELF cannot stay quietly in the remotest smallest most insignificant US owned island in the Pacific.
Something draws super ELF to a fairly populated town to which the movie director is closest in location to (the budget is really hampered by all the special effects you know, so its better to travel to the closest big town). So super ELF will go around the Pacific into New York even if Los Angeles is closer. The fishermen in Panama will create chaos when the super ELF passes through their humble waters. It will create ripples of fear in the local towns, but no big thing. Panaman locals are illiterate fools. They're making the whole thing up to draw tourists. So super ELF goes mostly unnoticed into the Atlantic, goes into Manhattan and then the boring stuff begins.
To put the thing in one (OK, somewhat long) sentence, super ELF creates havoc in the city, goes climbs some buildings destroys more, makes the hero meet the heroine, kills the sidekick, goes into hiding, destroys a few more buildings when discovered, the army comes in and finally, it gets killed due to the heroics of well, the hero.
Oh, on the way, super ELF kills a few more sidekicks, to show its power. Actually, one cannot put it in one sentence, a lot of things happen on the way. Super ELF has to tread on some cars, and go one on one with the late twin towers. It also has to sustain some bullets and shells and rockets and missiles and what not till the hero discovers its weak spot. And then super ELF simply has to make the woosies not already bored with the whole thing cry by killing their favorite character, which would be the heroine's dog. And then the heroine begs the hero to kill the super ELF. She does not do it after the hole in the empire state, she does not do it after half the famous Manhattan skyline is rubble. She does not do it after thousands evacuate the city. She does it after it eats her dog. Now it’s the hero Vs super ELF. He turns out to be an expert on ELFs and he knows the way to kill it, which can range from zapping electricity in its mouth to feeding it chicken lollipops. And finally, it dies. But wait! No end of story, super ELF has left behind an egg in the remotest sewer of the city, and it cracks after the credits, making way for super ELF II.
Mithun's pet: This is far more interesting than its Hollywood counterpart. For once, the creature is not affected by microorganisms from outer space or nuclear tests. It is created by a Rakshas, not to be confused with giant. It is created to plague the honest citizens of the local kingdom. The setting is old Indian time when Kings still ruled whatever bit of land they managed to cling on to. Now, the king has a big worry. Not the monster, that’s not his biggest worry, it confines itself to the forest and gobbles up every passerby who dares to venture in not heeding to his mother's sound advice, but it does not go rampaging in his town.
His real worry is marrying off his daughter, and there seems to be no one worthy for her beauty. His minister gives him an idea by which he can kill two birds with one stone and that is to proclaim that any prince who can kill the monster in the jungle can have the princess's hand in marriage. Now the mantri who advises this, has secret plans as he is the Rakshas in disguise and has total control over the creature, he wants to eliminate any competition before he can go take over the kingdom. The king however finds this idea ideal and he proclaims the proclamation. A lot of veer jawan go and never come back.
Then comes the hero, a local, a son of an ironsmith suddenly discovers his past as being carried away from a castle by an eagle who gives him to the ironsmith and the ironsmith has no aulad, so he takes care of him et cetera.
He is the prince, without the pride and is humble. Oh, by the way, the princess loves him but he's just a lohe ka son till now atleast. So he has to kill the monster for the happy ending, and he does that with the hammer. Sheer bravery and brawn. But Surprise! Mantri ka pravesh, with all jadooi powers and thermocol sets. Sword fighting, horse riding, swimming with crocs ensue, but it’s the aashirwaaad of the hero's maa that does the trick and well, do I even need to say this? - They live happily ever after.
-Aditya MJ
02 / 05 / 2003
The purpose
The purpose
Asatyam apratistham te
Jagad ahur anisvaram
Aparaspara-sambhutam
Kim anyat kama-haitakum
This is something lifted from the Bhagvad Gita, so unless you are one of those very rare Sanskrit scholars, most of the above will be gibberish to you. Note the kama in the last line though, it will come in useful. Even I didn’t know what the hell it means, that was until I read (OK, one of) its translation(s). You see, I laid my hands on a book called ‘Bhagvad Gita as it is’, by his divine grace AC Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, the founder of the international society for Krishna Consciousness. All of the Gita stanzas I have used are from this book, and the translations used are his. Without his translations, I would have never realized the underlying secret that I think the Gita is trying to hide.
Now, as I have taken a major religion into hold, this is a very delicate topic to handle, so I will try to be as politically correct, and more importantly, polite to the religion as possible.
There is however, a very subtle difference between the Vedic and the Hindu religion. The Hindu religion, is to be despised as it involves a lot of tomfoolery with fire and chants. All the other religions in the world, actively promote some kind of ritual or other in order to gain entry into a transcendental spiritual world, a state of awakeenment. That’s a word I was forced to make up, take it as to mean a semi-enlightenment. Now, this awakeenment makes you indistinguishable from a transcendental being they call god, and like, you are the huge overlord of the universe, and you are free from multiple births on the earth. That is why, religions are so sane.
The Vedic religion on the other hand, is less of a religion as such in this context. It is more like a faith, or a dedication to a certain set of educated, and thus malleable ideas, rather than a blind conviction of a totally false set of irrational beliefs.
The guys who wrote the Vedas were really cool people. They did a load of research, and probably were as advanced as medieval Europe. The rest of this paragraph isn’t the product of any research, and thus isn’t a fact, but it just my surmise. I think that the Vedics really dissected the world around them, wrote down the various sciences in the Vedas, and some left over stuff in the Upanishads. Their intention and aim, was probably the same as what is mankind’s intention and aim, even now.
They were, and we are in an eternal search to an answer to our existence. The purpose of men, or even a single man. We are, basically in search of an aim and intention in our lives. Maybe we already know this purpose and refuse to accept it. Maybe the Vedics discovered it, and wished to hide the scary truth, as it would have to change the very nature of man’s sentience. The Vedics probably realized that there was indeed no difference between man and beast. And they wished to hide this chilling fact by inventing God.
And how they succeeded. And there lies the difference between Man and other animals, It is not the so called soul, it is not the evolution of intelligent languages, it is not the opposable thumb, it is not the fact that you are reading this article which is a huge manipulation of the biosphere, but it is simply the totally irrational belief in god that a few of us have.
And I am being polite not to Hinduism, but to Vedism. That is the religion I am talking about. Ved, literally means knowledge. And god is necessary in the lack of sufficient knowledge to explain stuff. That is why, knowledge and God are opposites, but ignorance and god go hand in hand. I also pity the Vedics, because they had to do it. All their learning was reduced to peanuts when they realized Mankind’s purpose.
According to me, god was invented by the Vedics to give man a purpose in life other than the menacing one that the Vedics discovered. In order to hide a pretty morally sickening purpose, the Vedics invented an eternally unattainable one, in the form of god, a supreme consciousness, and a quest to get close to it. It is impossible, because it did not and does not exist. The underlying ‘morally sickening’ purpose is however still valid even today. This hidden and yet obvious purpose in man’s life is what the article will be about. To do that, you will have to go back in time around 8.7x10^17 seconds.
Once upon a space and time, there was this thing that is now called earth by a self-defined most intelligent species that lives on it. This blue and green oasis in the desert of space was once a fiery hell, with the entire world being covered by a uniform mass of hot and molten rock. And over time it cooled, and a totally magical thing called light forced a few organic compounds to go where no organic compounds had ever gone before. To the land of “hey! look at this, I made myself”. A few self-replicating amino acids kicked started life on a lifeless planet. And thus eukaryotic guys, in other words Life was born, and the self-replicating started like hell. Once it began, there was no way to stop it. Life survived all those ice ages, continental drifting, meteors, apart from your normal tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, volcanoes, earthquakes et cetera. This stubborn thing called life pulled through everything, and not only did it pull through, it sort of did pretty well actually. It evolved into a thousand different things, all of which will never be discovered by the most remarkable one of them all, a really nice little colony of amoebas called humans.
Humans are somewhat the lords of the eukaryots. They are so advanced, and the amoebas, or cells are so modified, especially in the brain, that a point came where humans become so much more advanced than their cousins, that they found it necessary to distinguish themselves, from everything else.
This arrogance, of being fundamentally different from dogs and radishes and ice, made man develop a great civilization, which is now a huge tumor on earth. Man, set out in search of a purpose, and all he found were a few immaterial but somewhat logical sciences that can never be totally explained, and god, an unreal but absolute explanation for everything. Naturally, he opted for god, and in many ways, it was indeed the better course. And the Vedics probably realized the real and yet simple purpose. If you are thinking that I am building it up to a really lengthy climax, then Surprise! I have already told this purpose.
That brings us back to the translation of the opening stanza from the Bhagvad Gita.
“They say that this world is unreal, with no foundation, no god in control. They say it is produced of sex and desire and has no cause other than lust”
Scared? Don’t worry, Hinduism had adopted the Gita as its holy book and all, and it most certainly does not believe in what the above says. But the most damning conclusion of my theory is already here. To be fair to both Hinduism and Vedism, The ‘they’ in the stanza, refers to demons, described, quiet naturally as people who laze and drink and eat and have a lot of fun. People without a religion. People without a faith. And yet, here, you can most see how much the truth was despised. Those who were filled with lust, were simply branded as demons. And this is where the taboo of sex started. That is why some of the more conservative of us are embarrassed so much about sex. That is why sex carries this guilt with it.
That is the purpose of all animate existence – sex. There is no helping it, the fact that we are intelligent beings, will always hold true, but we can never run away from the fact that we are relatively short-lived intelligent eukaryotic beings, and therefore destined to ensure our own survival by making as many kids as possible.
This wouldn’t have mattered at all if we were immortal. Then, there would be sense in al all-powerful entity such as god, simply because, then, there would, really be no sense in life. But since we are not immortal, though we try like hell and fantasize about things like afterlife, we are forced to follow what is embedded in every cell of our bodies. To continue to let our genes stay alive. In the extended phenotype, Richard Dawkins, a renowned ethologist, categorically states that all eukaryots are merely vehicles to carry genes from one generation to the next. These vehicles – amoebic colonies or eukaryots have no other purpose but to carry their genes forward through time, and these genes can exist only in the short-lived bodies of these eukaryots. Man, too is classified right there. He has no purpose other than carrying forward his genetic material. If you need any elaboration, think about the ‘purpose’ of any other animals (I am not saying plants because you cannot even remotely related to them), animals like dogs, bears, lions, elephants, and I will even give you dolphins. Do they have any real ‘purpose’ in life? Would it be fair to our very near cousins actually, to be so arrogant as to have a ‘purpose’ simply because natural selection opted for a bloated brain?
Such a basic and blatant but somewhat disgusting purpose can never be handled by any human being in the modern society, and the Vedics tried really heard to squash all the lust out, though they left some provision for supposedly normal patriarchal system to facilitate begetting, in an ultimate display of hypocracy.
According to me, the Vedics hated sex. It all started with the arrogance of being fundamentally different from the rest of the biosphere, but their pride was shattered when they found out that everything was fundamentally, the same, and that some of the more interesting specimens under study made spontaneous copies of itself. And there, one of those filthy specimens included everything from pigs to fungi, and included without doubt, man. Like the Schrodinger’s cat paradox, man realized that he couldn’t study animal life without classifying himself as an animal. Man was an integral part of the biological system. He found out, much to the adverse affect on his ego, that he was not actually much better off than pigs or fungi, and that all his intelligence and brilliance had evolved due to, and would survive only by, and the whole purpose of which, was merely sex. The purpose of belief in god, was to rid the body from hell, which is earth. The Vedics hated their own lives for what they were. They deemed their existence to be hell, because they were forced to accept a very unclean explanation for all their advanced lives. The intensity at which the Vedics hated sex, and every association with it, can be seen from another stanza of the Gita, that demonizes everything that is likely to allow a man to have more sex:
Ahankaram balam darpam
Kamam krodham ca samsritah
Mam atma-para-dehesu
Pradvisanto bhyauyakah
“Bewildered by false ego, strength, pride, lust and anger, the demons become envious of the supreme personality of Godhead, who is situated in their own bodies and in the bodies of others, and blaspheme against real religion.”
And another
Tan aham dvisatah kruran
Samsaresu naradhaman
Ksipamy ajasram asubhan
Asurisv eva yonisu
“Those who are envious and mischievous, who are the lowest among men, I perpetually cast into the ocean of material existence, into various demonic species of life”
Do you even need more convincing, the Gita rants on and on against these sexually charged, but unfortunately absolutely human ‘demons’? The world is already consumed in material existence, as that is the only kind of existence possible. You either have this, or you have God, and either path shatters us so much, that we choose a suitable mixture of both.
The Gita talks of a supersoul, an enlightened being that attains godhead. It predicts the existence of a spiritual world beyond. The protocol it prescribes for gaining this state of eternal enlightenment is abhorrence to all material passions. And anyone doing otherwise is contemptuously subjected to hell, which, reading between the lines, seems the very existence on earth! If you get the drift of what I am trying to say, you would have smiled at the previous line. Earth is hell, my dear long dead Vedic friends, because you have no purpose in it, and you are no different from all the other animals, beasts to use a stronger word, and to use a yet stronger word, demons. The Gita forces only this part strongly, and takes the existence of the transcendental as a fact. That is why, the rest of the Gita is god-promoting nonsensical propaganda, whereas those talking about the need to rid oneself of the material desires is written with so much emotion, a good attempt to humanize man. Mankind, has and has never had, and will never have, any divine purpose. Face it, its OK. You will be standing up to the truth, which the Vedics say you must, but they themselves didn’t.
This is my theory in a line, that the Vedics were some really learned and therefore confused guys who couldn’t live with the fact that humans exist only to have sex, and therefore invented god to give mankind a valid and feasible purpose. Naturally, belief or disbelief in god is not of any considerable material consequence at least, so go ahead and take whichever road you please. Theism, is thus, a disease to the genes.
There is no moral of the story, as the ‘moral’ would be either hypocritical, or totally immoral. In conclusion, I offer this; another stanza and another translation, which will, I believe speaks for itself, if nothing else, then for its absolute hypocracy:
Rsibhi bahudha gitam
Chandobhir vividhaih prthak
Brahma-sutra-padais caiva
Hetumadbhir viniscitaih
“That knowledge of the field of activites and of the knower of activites is described by various sages in various Vedic writings. It is especially presented in Vedanta-sutra with all reasoning as to cause and effect”
You know what I am talking about ;).
-Aditya MJ
PS,
This is going to be one hell of a post – script. I actually thought that I would end the article there. In fact, I did, and this is a continuation, to discuss the issue a little more.
After reading the article, some people might think me to be a pervert who encourages people to indulge in kinky practices, as that is the only reason we live. I just wanted to clarify that.
Anudvega-karam vakyum
Satyam priya-hitam ca yat
Svadhyayabhyasanam caiva
Van-mayam tapa ucyate
“Austerity of speech consists in speaking words that are truthful, pleasing, beneficial, and not agitating to others, and also in regularly reciting Vedic literature.”
What amazes me about the Gita is that it gives loads of information on how to attain godhead, and entry into the next world, and the only source of happiness in this world is in the course of attaining some crap in the next world. It never advices people to eat or drink and be merry. Not even being happy without eating or drinking toxic stuff. Not once in its fat self does the stupid thing have anything useful. It either talks about the greatness of god, a load of damn near impossible stuff to do to attain some crap in an imaginary after-world, or it says that only demons have sex.
The Vedics probably troubled us all with the Gita because they believed that they were the product of demons.
I do not believe sex to be the only objective of man, so most of this continuation would seem to be opposing whatever I have built up so far. Actually, there is this underlying frustration in what I have written so far if you go back and read it. The whole thing needs further clarification.
About a few days after I finished writing the first part, I read a book called the da vinci code. If it is to be believed, sex being tabooed hasn’t happened with vedism alone, it has also happened with Christianity. But I think the book was unjust when it claimed ‘and other religions followed suit’. Vedism is elder to Christianity, and even to the very legends of Christianity by a few millennia. (By the way, I’ve just discovered a disgusting thing about Microsoft, Christianity, Jainism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and Hinduism automatically capitalizes when typed out in small letters, but islam doesn’t, and its no consolation that it shows up with a red line underneath it.) I don’t know about Islam, or all the other religions, but Christianity certainly makes sex seem like a bad thing, but the reasons for it are more superficial than what I think what made the Vedics do the same thing. Christianity did it (according to the code) to make Jesus something like a god-like figure, and to do this it was necessary to make his wife, someone called Mary Magdalene a prostitute. The entire gender was suppressed because of the establishment of Christianity. Read the code for more info and pleasure.
The thing is, for whatever reasons, sex is considered to be a bad thing to the society. And surprisingly, I totally agree. This is against the sentiments of the previous pages and the code, I know, but I am not totally comfortable with this sex thing, ever since it was used for anything other than making babies.
That is the whole purpose of sex, and normal life, to make babies. To propagate ones chromosomes to the next generation. We humans are nothing in the timeline of the universe. Probably even our kind of life is nothing. But within our narrow space, we are all being cruelly used. Cruelly used by our extremely selfish genes that want to make replicate themselves. Human beings are like clothes that these genes wear from time to time in their nearly eternal lives. And again, for more information and pleasure, read the selfish gene, the river out of Eden, and the extended phenotype by Richard Dawkins.
So the only real purpose for man is to have sex, but only to make babies. Any other kind of sex, is just another indulgence in fantasy, something like god.
Kind of heart wrenching isn’t it? We are all here, to do nothing else, but have sex, only to make babies, and to ensure that they grow up to become healthy and fertile adults. And this is something that we refuse to accept in our individual lives. We need something more, something to occupy the mind, and challenge it. The mind is restless without something to dwell in.
And what is wrong with that? If clothes have become so damn intelligent, than what is the purpose of remaining just clothes? We could be something else. What mankind needs, is a real purpose, something that he can dedicate the use of his immensely powerful brain for. Something that he can use his abilities better for. Such a thing as a human brain cannot be wasted on such inconsequent things like god or sex. The human brain is such a wonderful development, that we humans, have the right to be arrogant and claim that we are indeed different from our animal cousins. Progress was never a bad thing.
Many animals use tools in their lives. Chimps use gummy sticks to take out tasty ants from anthills. Eagles use stones to smash turtle shells before eating up the soft (and splattered) insides. Beavers even build dams. So our industrial progress itself doesn’t differentiate man from other animals, but our efficiency at it does, at least at this point of time. So what if the entire purpose of mankind could be scientific endeavor. That’s just my suggestion though; there are some people who say science is merely a modern fantasy, like god used to be. We do not know if dogs or beavers believe in a God, so we cannot claim to be different from them even there. I was wrong when I said that a belief in god separates man from all other animals. But I’m sure I’ve hit upon the real distinction now – it is the fact that man alone on earth has a huge chunk of population that is embarrassed by and are averse to sex. What we need is to change this, accommodate and accept sex, and at the same time engage the mind in something other than stupid things like god. Obvious alternative answers emerge, dwelling the mind of philosophy, music, painting, in a word - art… but generally speaking, all of this has now degenerated to another form of hideous kink. That is why such kind of art is hated, not because it is prudish, but because it debases the very foundations from which it arises. The object of art is not to appeal the senses, but rather to portray the wonder of the human mind, and appeal to the intelligence.
So basically, yes, god, and kink, are different forms of the same petty fantasies to which the excess availability of gray matter in the human brain has succumbed to, but it can succumb to something much more useful.
And what this useful purpose is, every individual has to decide for himself, depending on the type of brain that he is fortunate enough to have.
-Aditya MJ
Asatyam apratistham te
Jagad ahur anisvaram
Aparaspara-sambhutam
Kim anyat kama-haitakum
This is something lifted from the Bhagvad Gita, so unless you are one of those very rare Sanskrit scholars, most of the above will be gibberish to you. Note the kama in the last line though, it will come in useful. Even I didn’t know what the hell it means, that was until I read (OK, one of) its translation(s). You see, I laid my hands on a book called ‘Bhagvad Gita as it is’, by his divine grace AC Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, the founder of the international society for Krishna Consciousness. All of the Gita stanzas I have used are from this book, and the translations used are his. Without his translations, I would have never realized the underlying secret that I think the Gita is trying to hide.
Now, as I have taken a major religion into hold, this is a very delicate topic to handle, so I will try to be as politically correct, and more importantly, polite to the religion as possible.
There is however, a very subtle difference between the Vedic and the Hindu religion. The Hindu religion, is to be despised as it involves a lot of tomfoolery with fire and chants. All the other religions in the world, actively promote some kind of ritual or other in order to gain entry into a transcendental spiritual world, a state of awakeenment. That’s a word I was forced to make up, take it as to mean a semi-enlightenment. Now, this awakeenment makes you indistinguishable from a transcendental being they call god, and like, you are the huge overlord of the universe, and you are free from multiple births on the earth. That is why, religions are so sane.
The Vedic religion on the other hand, is less of a religion as such in this context. It is more like a faith, or a dedication to a certain set of educated, and thus malleable ideas, rather than a blind conviction of a totally false set of irrational beliefs.
The guys who wrote the Vedas were really cool people. They did a load of research, and probably were as advanced as medieval Europe. The rest of this paragraph isn’t the product of any research, and thus isn’t a fact, but it just my surmise. I think that the Vedics really dissected the world around them, wrote down the various sciences in the Vedas, and some left over stuff in the Upanishads. Their intention and aim, was probably the same as what is mankind’s intention and aim, even now.
They were, and we are in an eternal search to an answer to our existence. The purpose of men, or even a single man. We are, basically in search of an aim and intention in our lives. Maybe we already know this purpose and refuse to accept it. Maybe the Vedics discovered it, and wished to hide the scary truth, as it would have to change the very nature of man’s sentience. The Vedics probably realized that there was indeed no difference between man and beast. And they wished to hide this chilling fact by inventing God.
And how they succeeded. And there lies the difference between Man and other animals, It is not the so called soul, it is not the evolution of intelligent languages, it is not the opposable thumb, it is not the fact that you are reading this article which is a huge manipulation of the biosphere, but it is simply the totally irrational belief in god that a few of us have.
And I am being polite not to Hinduism, but to Vedism. That is the religion I am talking about. Ved, literally means knowledge. And god is necessary in the lack of sufficient knowledge to explain stuff. That is why, knowledge and God are opposites, but ignorance and god go hand in hand. I also pity the Vedics, because they had to do it. All their learning was reduced to peanuts when they realized Mankind’s purpose.
According to me, god was invented by the Vedics to give man a purpose in life other than the menacing one that the Vedics discovered. In order to hide a pretty morally sickening purpose, the Vedics invented an eternally unattainable one, in the form of god, a supreme consciousness, and a quest to get close to it. It is impossible, because it did not and does not exist. The underlying ‘morally sickening’ purpose is however still valid even today. This hidden and yet obvious purpose in man’s life is what the article will be about. To do that, you will have to go back in time around 8.7x10^17 seconds.
Once upon a space and time, there was this thing that is now called earth by a self-defined most intelligent species that lives on it. This blue and green oasis in the desert of space was once a fiery hell, with the entire world being covered by a uniform mass of hot and molten rock. And over time it cooled, and a totally magical thing called light forced a few organic compounds to go where no organic compounds had ever gone before. To the land of “hey! look at this, I made myself”. A few self-replicating amino acids kicked started life on a lifeless planet. And thus eukaryotic guys, in other words Life was born, and the self-replicating started like hell. Once it began, there was no way to stop it. Life survived all those ice ages, continental drifting, meteors, apart from your normal tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, volcanoes, earthquakes et cetera. This stubborn thing called life pulled through everything, and not only did it pull through, it sort of did pretty well actually. It evolved into a thousand different things, all of which will never be discovered by the most remarkable one of them all, a really nice little colony of amoebas called humans.
Humans are somewhat the lords of the eukaryots. They are so advanced, and the amoebas, or cells are so modified, especially in the brain, that a point came where humans become so much more advanced than their cousins, that they found it necessary to distinguish themselves, from everything else.
This arrogance, of being fundamentally different from dogs and radishes and ice, made man develop a great civilization, which is now a huge tumor on earth. Man, set out in search of a purpose, and all he found were a few immaterial but somewhat logical sciences that can never be totally explained, and god, an unreal but absolute explanation for everything. Naturally, he opted for god, and in many ways, it was indeed the better course. And the Vedics probably realized the real and yet simple purpose. If you are thinking that I am building it up to a really lengthy climax, then Surprise! I have already told this purpose.
That brings us back to the translation of the opening stanza from the Bhagvad Gita.
“They say that this world is unreal, with no foundation, no god in control. They say it is produced of sex and desire and has no cause other than lust”
Scared? Don’t worry, Hinduism had adopted the Gita as its holy book and all, and it most certainly does not believe in what the above says. But the most damning conclusion of my theory is already here. To be fair to both Hinduism and Vedism, The ‘they’ in the stanza, refers to demons, described, quiet naturally as people who laze and drink and eat and have a lot of fun. People without a religion. People without a faith. And yet, here, you can most see how much the truth was despised. Those who were filled with lust, were simply branded as demons. And this is where the taboo of sex started. That is why some of the more conservative of us are embarrassed so much about sex. That is why sex carries this guilt with it.
That is the purpose of all animate existence – sex. There is no helping it, the fact that we are intelligent beings, will always hold true, but we can never run away from the fact that we are relatively short-lived intelligent eukaryotic beings, and therefore destined to ensure our own survival by making as many kids as possible.
This wouldn’t have mattered at all if we were immortal. Then, there would be sense in al all-powerful entity such as god, simply because, then, there would, really be no sense in life. But since we are not immortal, though we try like hell and fantasize about things like afterlife, we are forced to follow what is embedded in every cell of our bodies. To continue to let our genes stay alive. In the extended phenotype, Richard Dawkins, a renowned ethologist, categorically states that all eukaryots are merely vehicles to carry genes from one generation to the next. These vehicles – amoebic colonies or eukaryots have no other purpose but to carry their genes forward through time, and these genes can exist only in the short-lived bodies of these eukaryots. Man, too is classified right there. He has no purpose other than carrying forward his genetic material. If you need any elaboration, think about the ‘purpose’ of any other animals (I am not saying plants because you cannot even remotely related to them), animals like dogs, bears, lions, elephants, and I will even give you dolphins. Do they have any real ‘purpose’ in life? Would it be fair to our very near cousins actually, to be so arrogant as to have a ‘purpose’ simply because natural selection opted for a bloated brain?
Such a basic and blatant but somewhat disgusting purpose can never be handled by any human being in the modern society, and the Vedics tried really heard to squash all the lust out, though they left some provision for supposedly normal patriarchal system to facilitate begetting, in an ultimate display of hypocracy.
According to me, the Vedics hated sex. It all started with the arrogance of being fundamentally different from the rest of the biosphere, but their pride was shattered when they found out that everything was fundamentally, the same, and that some of the more interesting specimens under study made spontaneous copies of itself. And there, one of those filthy specimens included everything from pigs to fungi, and included without doubt, man. Like the Schrodinger’s cat paradox, man realized that he couldn’t study animal life without classifying himself as an animal. Man was an integral part of the biological system. He found out, much to the adverse affect on his ego, that he was not actually much better off than pigs or fungi, and that all his intelligence and brilliance had evolved due to, and would survive only by, and the whole purpose of which, was merely sex. The purpose of belief in god, was to rid the body from hell, which is earth. The Vedics hated their own lives for what they were. They deemed their existence to be hell, because they were forced to accept a very unclean explanation for all their advanced lives. The intensity at which the Vedics hated sex, and every association with it, can be seen from another stanza of the Gita, that demonizes everything that is likely to allow a man to have more sex:
Ahankaram balam darpam
Kamam krodham ca samsritah
Mam atma-para-dehesu
Pradvisanto bhyauyakah
“Bewildered by false ego, strength, pride, lust and anger, the demons become envious of the supreme personality of Godhead, who is situated in their own bodies and in the bodies of others, and blaspheme against real religion.”
And another
Tan aham dvisatah kruran
Samsaresu naradhaman
Ksipamy ajasram asubhan
Asurisv eva yonisu
“Those who are envious and mischievous, who are the lowest among men, I perpetually cast into the ocean of material existence, into various demonic species of life”
Do you even need more convincing, the Gita rants on and on against these sexually charged, but unfortunately absolutely human ‘demons’? The world is already consumed in material existence, as that is the only kind of existence possible. You either have this, or you have God, and either path shatters us so much, that we choose a suitable mixture of both.
The Gita talks of a supersoul, an enlightened being that attains godhead. It predicts the existence of a spiritual world beyond. The protocol it prescribes for gaining this state of eternal enlightenment is abhorrence to all material passions. And anyone doing otherwise is contemptuously subjected to hell, which, reading between the lines, seems the very existence on earth! If you get the drift of what I am trying to say, you would have smiled at the previous line. Earth is hell, my dear long dead Vedic friends, because you have no purpose in it, and you are no different from all the other animals, beasts to use a stronger word, and to use a yet stronger word, demons. The Gita forces only this part strongly, and takes the existence of the transcendental as a fact. That is why, the rest of the Gita is god-promoting nonsensical propaganda, whereas those talking about the need to rid oneself of the material desires is written with so much emotion, a good attempt to humanize man. Mankind, has and has never had, and will never have, any divine purpose. Face it, its OK. You will be standing up to the truth, which the Vedics say you must, but they themselves didn’t.
This is my theory in a line, that the Vedics were some really learned and therefore confused guys who couldn’t live with the fact that humans exist only to have sex, and therefore invented god to give mankind a valid and feasible purpose. Naturally, belief or disbelief in god is not of any considerable material consequence at least, so go ahead and take whichever road you please. Theism, is thus, a disease to the genes.
There is no moral of the story, as the ‘moral’ would be either hypocritical, or totally immoral. In conclusion, I offer this; another stanza and another translation, which will, I believe speaks for itself, if nothing else, then for its absolute hypocracy:
Rsibhi bahudha gitam
Chandobhir vividhaih prthak
Brahma-sutra-padais caiva
Hetumadbhir viniscitaih
“That knowledge of the field of activites and of the knower of activites is described by various sages in various Vedic writings. It is especially presented in Vedanta-sutra with all reasoning as to cause and effect”
You know what I am talking about ;).
-Aditya MJ
PS,
This is going to be one hell of a post – script. I actually thought that I would end the article there. In fact, I did, and this is a continuation, to discuss the issue a little more.
After reading the article, some people might think me to be a pervert who encourages people to indulge in kinky practices, as that is the only reason we live. I just wanted to clarify that.
Anudvega-karam vakyum
Satyam priya-hitam ca yat
Svadhyayabhyasanam caiva
Van-mayam tapa ucyate
“Austerity of speech consists in speaking words that are truthful, pleasing, beneficial, and not agitating to others, and also in regularly reciting Vedic literature.”
What amazes me about the Gita is that it gives loads of information on how to attain godhead, and entry into the next world, and the only source of happiness in this world is in the course of attaining some crap in the next world. It never advices people to eat or drink and be merry. Not even being happy without eating or drinking toxic stuff. Not once in its fat self does the stupid thing have anything useful. It either talks about the greatness of god, a load of damn near impossible stuff to do to attain some crap in an imaginary after-world, or it says that only demons have sex.
The Vedics probably troubled us all with the Gita because they believed that they were the product of demons.
I do not believe sex to be the only objective of man, so most of this continuation would seem to be opposing whatever I have built up so far. Actually, there is this underlying frustration in what I have written so far if you go back and read it. The whole thing needs further clarification.
About a few days after I finished writing the first part, I read a book called the da vinci code. If it is to be believed, sex being tabooed hasn’t happened with vedism alone, it has also happened with Christianity. But I think the book was unjust when it claimed ‘and other religions followed suit’. Vedism is elder to Christianity, and even to the very legends of Christianity by a few millennia. (By the way, I’ve just discovered a disgusting thing about Microsoft, Christianity, Jainism, Sikhism, Buddhism, and Hinduism automatically capitalizes when typed out in small letters, but islam doesn’t, and its no consolation that it shows up with a red line underneath it.) I don’t know about
The thing is, for whatever reasons, sex is considered to be a bad thing to the society. And surprisingly, I totally agree. This is against the sentiments of the previous pages and the code, I know, but I am not totally comfortable with this sex thing, ever since it was used for anything other than making babies.
That is the whole purpose of sex, and normal life, to make babies. To propagate ones chromosomes to the next generation. We humans are nothing in the timeline of the universe. Probably even our kind of life is nothing. But within our narrow space, we are all being cruelly used. Cruelly used by our extremely selfish genes that want to make replicate themselves. Human beings are like clothes that these genes wear from time to time in their nearly eternal lives. And again, for more information and pleasure, read the selfish gene, the river out of Eden, and the extended phenotype by Richard Dawkins.
So the only real purpose for man is to have sex, but only to make babies. Any other kind of sex, is just another indulgence in fantasy, something like god.
Kind of heart wrenching isn’t it? We are all here, to do nothing else, but have sex, only to make babies, and to ensure that they grow up to become healthy and fertile adults. And this is something that we refuse to accept in our individual lives. We need something more, something to occupy the mind, and challenge it. The mind is restless without something to dwell in.
And what is wrong with that? If clothes have become so damn intelligent, than what is the purpose of remaining just clothes? We could be something else. What mankind needs, is a real purpose, something that he can dedicate the use of his immensely powerful brain for. Something that he can use his abilities better for. Such a thing as a human brain cannot be wasted on such inconsequent things like god or sex. The human brain is such a wonderful development, that we humans, have the right to be arrogant and claim that we are indeed different from our animal cousins. Progress was never a bad thing.
Many animals use tools in their lives. Chimps use gummy sticks to take out tasty ants from anthills. Eagles use stones to smash turtle shells before eating up the soft (and splattered) insides. Beavers even build dams. So our industrial progress itself doesn’t differentiate man from other animals, but our efficiency at it does, at least at this point of time. So what if the entire purpose of mankind could be scientific endeavor. That’s just my suggestion though; there are some people who say science is merely a modern fantasy, like god used to be. We do not know if dogs or beavers believe in a God, so we cannot claim to be different from them even there. I was wrong when I said that a belief in god separates man from all other animals. But I’m sure I’ve hit upon the real distinction now – it is the fact that man alone on earth has a huge chunk of population that is embarrassed by and are averse to sex. What we need is to change this, accommodate and accept sex, and at the same time engage the mind in something other than stupid things like god. Obvious alternative answers emerge, dwelling the mind of philosophy, music, painting, in a word - art… but generally speaking, all of this has now degenerated to another form of hideous kink. That is why such kind of art is hated, not because it is prudish, but because it debases the very foundations from which it arises. The object of art is not to appeal the senses, but rather to portray the wonder of the human mind, and appeal to the intelligence.
So basically, yes, god, and kink, are different forms of the same petty fantasies to which the excess availability of gray matter in the human brain has succumbed to, but it can succumb to something much more useful.
And what this useful purpose is, every individual has to decide for himself, depending on the type of brain that he is fortunate enough to have.
-Aditya MJ
The crank metropolitan
The crank metropolitan
Mumbai – 400001. Officially known as Mahatma Gandhi marg. More officially known as Fashion Street. That’s Mumbai. It is certainly, the weirdest metropolitan that you will ever see. There’s this really amazing movie called ‘split wide open’ which is something that you simply must watch if you live in Mumbai. Apart from exposing the dark underbelly, it really opened my eyes to the fundamental eccentricity that this city has. And now I see it everywhere. Just following a single person around, will really make a great story or movie or whatever. Every aspect of it is different from anything conventional anywhere else in the world:
For example, if you have noticed, this city’s bovines have this intolerable arrogance about them. I mean yeah, ok, Hinduism is really widespread and cows are respected more than the national flag and all, but don’t you think, people have really reached the limit when a big huge brown bull is impassively chewing the cud in the middle of the eastern express highway? I mean, just picture this, and I am sure it will not be difficult, because you have probably noticed and ignored this; imagine a busy street flanked by glass-windowed shops on either side, and vehicles easily doing eighty going about their busy metropolitan ways, and in the middle of it all sits this extension from some rural area patiently eating a bundle of grass kept in front of it. And I am not only talking about cows, but all those domestic animals that you expected to find in some stupid little farm a hundred kilometers from any city, all shamelessly amble about all over this city. There was this time when I was going to the station, and the bus suddenly stopped in the middle of the road for about two minutes. I look out of the window to see around fifty measly mottled goats walk past. I was wondering if they were going on their own accord when I finally saw a tiny boy controlling the whole flock. And another time I was coming by train (early days, not having obtained the concession form) in second class, towards this college when some guy with two bears looking like very plump hairy dogs, just climbed on. You may think that businessmen, beggars, foreigners or policemen walk around like they own the place. That’s one rally wrong notion; no one does that like the animals. You have bovines, dogs, cats, pigs, donkeys and leopards all walking around as if a metropolitan encroachment on their jungle has done nothing to change the inheritance of their ancestors. Mumbai has the unique and outrageous distinction of being the only metropolitan in the world with a full-fledged jungle in its heart.
Then there are these beggars. The other day I was coming to college, and some guy who wouldn’t have looked out of place in a National Geographic documentary on cannibals suddenly appeared from nowhere and began whipping himself hard with this long thick whip and then pestering people for money. There was this other time when I was strictly minding my own business when somebody hit me with a broom. I looked around to see what they were thinking, when I saw these two people looking like extras from some Arabian nights movie, and they were holding some rich cloth between them on which people were pouring cash. I have still not found out the significance of the broom. Then there is the class of train singers who think that they are doing us harassed commuters a favor by singing the cheapest of those bad remixes that you hear these days, usually accompanied by two stones that they clap together. Sometimes if you are really lucky, you’ll find a beggar with a harmonium that has most of the keys still intact. Then there are the hijdas, who I feel really sorry for, and this time, not in the comic sense. What has happened to them is really painful. These unfortunate people were once revered by the people, and were considered a source of wisdom and blessings. They were paid to bless the people. In the obtuse semi-orthodox world, these people find neither jobs, nor veneration, and are forced to earn a living by begging.
Just a notch above these beggars are the peddlers. Now these are the innovative class of people, sell things really cheap. The city is saturated with these guys. Everything from clothes, to toys, to shoes, to CDs, to cameras all are sold on the street side at dirt cheap prices, and all these commodities emerge from the fabled Ulhasnagar area. I know two people in my classroom, one of whom, wears a two thousand five hundred rupee watch that is indistinguishable from a two hundred one of the other. Some of their products are really innovative and you cannot expect to find them anywhere else, no matter how much you are prepared to pay for them. For example, there was this guy outside the thane station who was selling inch-long working torches that give out enough light to find your way in case of a power failure. Another time there was this little tube with some plastic jelly in it, which when pressed around a straw and blown gave out enormous somethings indistinguishable from big soap bubbles. These (I’m guessing) polythene bubbles were as long lasting as balloons!
Be weary of the people selling food though. If you do not have a really sturdy constitution, then go ahead, and you will probably develop a new disease. Maybe they will even name it after you. There have been cases where some pani-puri fellow with a cut finger spread AIDS to two students who were eating from his stall. Imagine my disgust, on another occasion, when a woman from whom I was about to purchase perus from, used her huge knife to cut a part of her toenail that she had just noticed were looking toxic and revolting, thankfully, just in time as I was almost about to make the purchase.
That brings to mind about the condition of hygiene in the metropolitan. Sewers in Mumbai – the place to go if you want to find anything from delighted piglets playing with the water to immobile dead bodies. These sewers are flanked on either side by slums, who mistake them to be the water supply. Especially dangerous in ulhasnagar, from which sweets and mineral water move out to all over the city. And then again health conscious people of Mumbai have proved that cities can, in fact be dissolved in spittle. And it won’t be uncommon to find some poor soul who has not watched the street properly, now trying hard to get the excreta off his shoes, and unfortunately ends up getting it over his pants too. The monsoon rains come as a boon to these people, as the water dilutes the said umm… lets say metabolic wastes, and spread more or less harmlessly over a larger area, so that they are unnoticeable.
And then, there is the underbelly, the wanton corruption and violence. The less said about that, the better. And in such times, the real, resilient and unblemished spirit of the city shines through. Being a part of Mumbai, gives you this strength, and this confidence. You are already brought up in the ‘real world’, and you have this arrogant, blunt-headed capacity to face anything. Every individual stands for the attitude of the city, and according to various views, this attitude can be good, bad or ugly. According to me, being a Mumbaikar, stands for being downright cool. That’s why I love calling this place a home.
-Aditya MJ
Mumbai – 400001. Officially known as Mahatma Gandhi marg. More officially known as Fashion Street. That’s Mumbai. It is certainly, the weirdest metropolitan that you will ever see. There’s this really amazing movie called ‘split wide open’ which is something that you simply must watch if you live in Mumbai. Apart from exposing the dark underbelly, it really opened my eyes to the fundamental eccentricity that this city has. And now I see it everywhere. Just following a single person around, will really make a great story or movie or whatever. Every aspect of it is different from anything conventional anywhere else in the world:
For example, if you have noticed, this city’s bovines have this intolerable arrogance about them. I mean yeah, ok, Hinduism is really widespread and cows are respected more than the national flag and all, but don’t you think, people have really reached the limit when a big huge brown bull is impassively chewing the cud in the middle of the eastern express highway? I mean, just picture this, and I am sure it will not be difficult, because you have probably noticed and ignored this; imagine a busy street flanked by glass-windowed shops on either side, and vehicles easily doing eighty going about their busy metropolitan ways, and in the middle of it all sits this extension from some rural area patiently eating a bundle of grass kept in front of it. And I am not only talking about cows, but all those domestic animals that you expected to find in some stupid little farm a hundred kilometers from any city, all shamelessly amble about all over this city. There was this time when I was going to the station, and the bus suddenly stopped in the middle of the road for about two minutes. I look out of the window to see around fifty measly mottled goats walk past. I was wondering if they were going on their own accord when I finally saw a tiny boy controlling the whole flock. And another time I was coming by train (early days, not having obtained the concession form) in second class, towards this college when some guy with two bears looking like very plump hairy dogs, just climbed on. You may think that businessmen, beggars, foreigners or policemen walk around like they own the place. That’s one rally wrong notion; no one does that like the animals. You have bovines, dogs, cats, pigs, donkeys and leopards all walking around as if a metropolitan encroachment on their jungle has done nothing to change the inheritance of their ancestors. Mumbai has the unique and outrageous distinction of being the only metropolitan in the world with a full-fledged jungle in its heart.
Then there are these beggars. The other day I was coming to college, and some guy who wouldn’t have looked out of place in a National Geographic documentary on cannibals suddenly appeared from nowhere and began whipping himself hard with this long thick whip and then pestering people for money. There was this other time when I was strictly minding my own business when somebody hit me with a broom. I looked around to see what they were thinking, when I saw these two people looking like extras from some Arabian nights movie, and they were holding some rich cloth between them on which people were pouring cash. I have still not found out the significance of the broom. Then there is the class of train singers who think that they are doing us harassed commuters a favor by singing the cheapest of those bad remixes that you hear these days, usually accompanied by two stones that they clap together. Sometimes if you are really lucky, you’ll find a beggar with a harmonium that has most of the keys still intact. Then there are the hijdas, who I feel really sorry for, and this time, not in the comic sense. What has happened to them is really painful. These unfortunate people were once revered by the people, and were considered a source of wisdom and blessings. They were paid to bless the people. In the obtuse semi-orthodox world, these people find neither jobs, nor veneration, and are forced to earn a living by begging.
Just a notch above these beggars are the peddlers. Now these are the innovative class of people, sell things really cheap. The city is saturated with these guys. Everything from clothes, to toys, to shoes, to CDs, to cameras all are sold on the street side at dirt cheap prices, and all these commodities emerge from the fabled Ulhasnagar area. I know two people in my classroom, one of whom, wears a two thousand five hundred rupee watch that is indistinguishable from a two hundred one of the other. Some of their products are really innovative and you cannot expect to find them anywhere else, no matter how much you are prepared to pay for them. For example, there was this guy outside the thane station who was selling inch-long working torches that give out enough light to find your way in case of a power failure. Another time there was this little tube with some plastic jelly in it, which when pressed around a straw and blown gave out enormous somethings indistinguishable from big soap bubbles. These (I’m guessing) polythene bubbles were as long lasting as balloons!
Be weary of the people selling food though. If you do not have a really sturdy constitution, then go ahead, and you will probably develop a new disease. Maybe they will even name it after you. There have been cases where some pani-puri fellow with a cut finger spread AIDS to two students who were eating from his stall. Imagine my disgust, on another occasion, when a woman from whom I was about to purchase perus from, used her huge knife to cut a part of her toenail that she had just noticed were looking toxic and revolting, thankfully, just in time as I was almost about to make the purchase.
That brings to mind about the condition of hygiene in the metropolitan. Sewers in Mumbai – the place to go if you want to find anything from delighted piglets playing with the water to immobile dead bodies. These sewers are flanked on either side by slums, who mistake them to be the water supply. Especially dangerous in ulhasnagar, from which sweets and mineral water move out to all over the city. And then again health conscious people of Mumbai have proved that cities can, in fact be dissolved in spittle. And it won’t be uncommon to find some poor soul who has not watched the street properly, now trying hard to get the excreta off his shoes, and unfortunately ends up getting it over his pants too. The monsoon rains come as a boon to these people, as the water dilutes the said umm… lets say metabolic wastes, and spread more or less harmlessly over a larger area, so that they are unnoticeable.
And then, there is the underbelly, the wanton corruption and violence. The less said about that, the better. And in such times, the real, resilient and unblemished spirit of the city shines through. Being a part of Mumbai, gives you this strength, and this confidence. You are already brought up in the ‘real world’, and you have this arrogant, blunt-headed capacity to face anything. Every individual stands for the attitude of the city, and according to various views, this attitude can be good, bad or ugly. According to me, being a Mumbaikar, stands for being downright cool. That’s why I love calling this place a home.
-Aditya MJ
God has no religion
God has no religion
-Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Just look at how true this rings. I don’t see the point in any religion. According to the somewhat flexible morals of the modern society, one has to follow a certain order of discipline in order to be an integral part of the society. And then, the followers of any one discipline for a society of their own, and naturally are not very much a part of other societies - meaning people following other faiths. Naturally this brings about an unhealthy conflict, between two faiths with the same basic principles.
So tolerance is something that we need to learn. And here, the word ‘tolerance’ is used in very bad taste. When talking about people being ‘tolerant’ about other religions, there is an undertone in which any and all other religions are implied to be inferior and unhealthy to the society. So what we actually need, is an intolerance to all religions, thereby making a new one that doesn’t have conflicting ideas of a group of people, but at the most may have the conflicting ideas of a few people. Something like divide and rule. In order for a peaceful co-existence where people don’t have a backing of a considerable army of proud and angered and totally directionless people under the illusion of a religious doctrine forcing a set of somewhat false ideas onto other people. Such people, without a religion are hated by the entire society, that is all the people having any religion. They are branded as godless. They are hated probably because it would be immoral to enforce a religion upon them, because they have abandoned all of the existing ones. These ‘godless’ people are shunned by the religiously charged ones for being dangerous to the integrity of their own religion or society.
The alternative solution would be an absolute amalgamation of all religions, but minor differences, blown totally out of proportion would keep this from happening ever, and the result would be probably a hundred more religions emerging from the effort due to people choosing the supposedly religious disciplines most suited for their needs.
My point is this, if you actually believe in god, and are very religious, then you are in a dangerous state of mind. First of all, you would have to waste a large amount of your resources to fuel your faith. After that, when you are fuelling your faith, you are angering the less tolerant ones, and believe me, becoming a martyr for any religion is the worst waste for a human life ever possible. It isn’t all that difficult to establish something like a moral code of conduct (something like it exists already), where there are absolutely no religions followed, and all beliefs about god, and origin, and ritualistic waste of time are all extremely personal matters, and shouldn’t ever leave the four walls of the house. Hell, if it were up to me, I would prevent the spread of beliefs even from parent to child. Throughout history, and over a greater span of time than the religion founders can possible imagine, it has been proved that religion has harmed man more than helping him.
If there is something known as peace of mind, then why do you believe that religious meditation is the only way to achieve it? Experiments with non-religious meditation, have also given the exact same results. If you believe in god, and god himself doesn’t have a religion, why should you?
We don’t need it, it is a disgusting mistake that keeps propagating itself. It is a matter of human intelligence to throw away such long-lasting fantasies and enter the real life, where we can all co-exist. Religion is a self-defeating purpose. In our modern times, such archaic beliefs blinden humanity from true progress.
This is too stereotype and ending, but something that will stand true always, why don’t we simply adopt humanity as our religion?
-Aditya MJ
-Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Just look at how true this rings. I don’t see the point in any religion. According to the somewhat flexible morals of the modern society, one has to follow a certain order of discipline in order to be an integral part of the society. And then, the followers of any one discipline for a society of their own, and naturally are not very much a part of other societies - meaning people following other faiths. Naturally this brings about an unhealthy conflict, between two faiths with the same basic principles.
So tolerance is something that we need to learn. And here, the word ‘tolerance’ is used in very bad taste. When talking about people being ‘tolerant’ about other religions, there is an undertone in which any and all other religions are implied to be inferior and unhealthy to the society. So what we actually need, is an intolerance to all religions, thereby making a new one that doesn’t have conflicting ideas of a group of people, but at the most may have the conflicting ideas of a few people. Something like divide and rule. In order for a peaceful co-existence where people don’t have a backing of a considerable army of proud and angered and totally directionless people under the illusion of a religious doctrine forcing a set of somewhat false ideas onto other people. Such people, without a religion are hated by the entire society, that is all the people having any religion. They are branded as godless. They are hated probably because it would be immoral to enforce a religion upon them, because they have abandoned all of the existing ones. These ‘godless’ people are shunned by the religiously charged ones for being dangerous to the integrity of their own religion or society.
The alternative solution would be an absolute amalgamation of all religions, but minor differences, blown totally out of proportion would keep this from happening ever, and the result would be probably a hundred more religions emerging from the effort due to people choosing the supposedly religious disciplines most suited for their needs.
My point is this, if you actually believe in god, and are very religious, then you are in a dangerous state of mind. First of all, you would have to waste a large amount of your resources to fuel your faith. After that, when you are fuelling your faith, you are angering the less tolerant ones, and believe me, becoming a martyr for any religion is the worst waste for a human life ever possible. It isn’t all that difficult to establish something like a moral code of conduct (something like it exists already), where there are absolutely no religions followed, and all beliefs about god, and origin, and ritualistic waste of time are all extremely personal matters, and shouldn’t ever leave the four walls of the house. Hell, if it were up to me, I would prevent the spread of beliefs even from parent to child. Throughout history, and over a greater span of time than the religion founders can possible imagine, it has been proved that religion has harmed man more than helping him.
If there is something known as peace of mind, then why do you believe that religious meditation is the only way to achieve it? Experiments with non-religious meditation, have also given the exact same results. If you believe in god, and god himself doesn’t have a religion, why should you?
We don’t need it, it is a disgusting mistake that keeps propagating itself. It is a matter of human intelligence to throw away such long-lasting fantasies and enter the real life, where we can all co-exist. Religion is a self-defeating purpose. In our modern times, such archaic beliefs blinden humanity from true progress.
This is too stereotype and ending, but something that will stand true always, why don’t we simply adopt humanity as our religion?
-Aditya MJ
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