The unscripten nonsense show. Things start off. Think of the idea, call a friend and things start off.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Bad idea
Spotted this at a general store in Ghatkoper.
If superman consumes the contents of this package, he is likely to fall sick. If only fans are expected to know this, then only fans are expected to buy the stuff.
If superman consumes the contents of this package, he is likely to fall sick. If only fans are expected to know this, then only fans are expected to buy the stuff.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Me
Randomly asked around for something to blog about... not for lack of topics, but because the necessary additions planned (photos, videos etc) are unprocessed or at home, and I am two and a half friggin multiple ST journeys away from home. And the topic was apparently "me" so here goes something:
Umm... not that this is difficult or anything, but doing so would involve into considerable amount of self praise... will just criticise myself to some end for the heck of it. This will be interesting, for me at least. Damn the topic sucks.
1) I am fucking repetetive... keep going back to the same set of things over and over and over again. No idea why, but I find pleasure in reinforcing a point for some reason.
2) I am too picky and choosy and moody for no apparent reason. I realise what I am doing half way into it and then suddenly I realise and am fucked in the head.
3) I am scared of weird things. No insane phobias or anything, but for example, I am scared to take a bath in hot water in case I forget to turn the geaser off and my mom screams at me for wasting electricity. Basically I take a lot of tension over absolutely petty things.
4) I am horribly underweight... and dont take any steps to correct it. Infact, I dont take any steps to correct anything about myself.
5) I ALWAYS, and this is VERY irritating... want to make an impression. Form the stupid tapri wallah to Vishal Bharadwaj (see what I am talking about)... always always out to make some kind of an impression... have been doing this all my life and this is a very irritating part of my own nature... but I like sticking to it for some weird reason.
6) I used to lie a lot. This involves copying from post secret, but really, people thought I stopped, but I just got better at it. Although I did take efforts to cease, and it has come down. The reason I used to lie a lot was point number 5.
7) Have no ambition. Zero. Want to sit someplace alone - like a hut in a european villiage with unlimited supply of water, electricity, stimulants and food, in that order, would be ideal - for the rest of my life.
8) I have a feeling that I am a sociopath, but saying this may just be a display point number 5 or 6.
9) I don't value my friends nearly enough
10) I don't stick to anything, get bored really quickly and change tracks at the blink of an eye. No idea what I want to do in life, except maybe point 6.
11) I don't worry about some things I really need to worry about.
12) I am not self critical enough when the need comes.
Umm... not that this is difficult or anything, but doing so would involve into considerable amount of self praise... will just criticise myself to some end for the heck of it. This will be interesting, for me at least. Damn the topic sucks.
1) I am fucking repetetive... keep going back to the same set of things over and over and over again. No idea why, but I find pleasure in reinforcing a point for some reason.
2) I am too picky and choosy and moody for no apparent reason. I realise what I am doing half way into it and then suddenly I realise and am fucked in the head.
3) I am scared of weird things. No insane phobias or anything, but for example, I am scared to take a bath in hot water in case I forget to turn the geaser off and my mom screams at me for wasting electricity. Basically I take a lot of tension over absolutely petty things.
4) I am horribly underweight... and dont take any steps to correct it. Infact, I dont take any steps to correct anything about myself.
5) I ALWAYS, and this is VERY irritating... want to make an impression. Form the stupid tapri wallah to Vishal Bharadwaj (see what I am talking about)... always always out to make some kind of an impression... have been doing this all my life and this is a very irritating part of my own nature... but I like sticking to it for some weird reason.
6) I used to lie a lot. This involves copying from post secret, but really, people thought I stopped, but I just got better at it. Although I did take efforts to cease, and it has come down. The reason I used to lie a lot was point number 5.
7) Have no ambition. Zero. Want to sit someplace alone - like a hut in a european villiage with unlimited supply of water, electricity, stimulants and food, in that order, would be ideal - for the rest of my life.
8) I have a feeling that I am a sociopath, but saying this may just be a display point number 5 or 6.
9) I don't value my friends nearly enough
10) I don't stick to anything, get bored really quickly and change tracks at the blink of an eye. No idea what I want to do in life, except maybe point 6.
11) I don't worry about some things I really need to worry about.
12) I am not self critical enough when the need comes.
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One of the biggest disadvantages of blogging is the effort that goes into it. In fact, if the web is made semantic, then I wish that our brains could be conditioned to think it terms that the... screw that line of thought... should not blog when I am sleepy. blogging only because there is so much to blog, but so many other things happen before I manage to actually blog, that what I need to blog gets outdated. Experimenting a lot with videos nowadays, recently acquired premiere 2 that does not work, and the worst thing is that while your video files are being rendered, you just go to sleep for lack of anything better to do. Damn. Saw most of Ghoom today. And now I am yawning very badly. Think this is a good time to write another sleep poem. Sleep is very much like being drunk, you lose your co-ordination and your organisation skills... cool shit. Its two forty nine and I have to be awake in two hours to go to college. There are submissions tomorrow, and I am rambling... okie day, the sleep poem: The arms its quivers/ in shivers of strain/ A forehead's sliver/ the throbbing vein/ they long for bed/ drooping eyelids fall/ over the blooded/ tired red eyeballs/ like The moon it nests/ in its violet deep/ And now I rests/ For search of sleep. Will vLog something iteresting probably tomorrow morning. Cheers.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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damned thing. No thikana for so long. Back to normal text blogging. But later. Miss doing this like hell... vlogs will just be in the middle... so cheers.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
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