Announcement

Dear Readers,

Many Of you are aware of this.

Many of you, who are reading, Have visited.

Many of you Commented on it (So Not True).

Many of You liked it.

Many Disliked it.

Ultimately its a Dead-end.

But That's Where A New Journey Begins, Right?

If you were thinking Why The Hell wasn't I irritating you people with my BS. Here's the Reason.

I've Shifted.

My New Address Is Stupified.

Sincerely,
Why Not So Serious


P.S - In India Blogs Write, and Authors get the fame! :P

You Say You Want A Revolution

I was going through the dilemma of what I am doing and what I want to do for a long time until yesterday, when certain incidents blew my mind away, I have finally decided what I wanted to do in my life, I donno what you call these people, but I am going to be that guy down in the pic.

Yes, I am going to be this man, although I wouldn't carry the Flag. I will be a common "PROTESTOR".

You must be wondering if this is a new business or something like that, ironically it is. Given the circumstances of change coming in and occupying political power in my city, there's one thing that has been even more popular than the controversial opposition party, and that is STRIKE.

In this part of the country, we call for strike out of amusement and entertainment, we call strike just one day before and whoever the heck has whatever the heck thing to do, all that can wait. If someone doesn't want to listen to us, well, we have all the force to stop them. We burn buses, we sit on Railway tracks and sure as hell we beat up the taxi and auto drivers.

Occasionally we leave out the IT( Information Technology) dept. because they are more important than Government Offices. And we take all the taxis from the airport just to harass the incoming Foreigners who have no involvement whatsoever with whats happening in this country of ours. We just leave them stranded.

We are so familiar with the "Bandh" situation, we call it "Shortly Announced Public Holiday". Poor IT people, they still have to stay in there offices while we play cricket on the empty roads, after all these holidays are for enjoying.

But my profession would be kinda different, I would not represent any political party as aforesaid, although I would be there to Protest for any party that needs help, just for the fun, just to enjoy what I do. I'd protest for the love of it.

My protest would not be for the silly things like Price Hike or Reservations in Higher Education but I would protest when one train can not maintain punctuality and create chaos on the station. I'd protest by stopping trains just because there was some crook beaten by police. I'd burn buses cause they asked for a 50 paisa raise, or I'd burn buses cause the customers refused to give 50 paisa extra. Either ways the city will suffer.

I will not give long speeches to motivate minds, I will make people suffer so they understand easily. So what if there was a BANDH earlier on the same issue, I'd call a strike again, just cause we all need occasional holiday.

I would name an occasion "Sahid Divas" although one "Sahid Divas" exists just to clarify what change a party is bringing in the next election and I would call it a remembrance of the dead of a tragic incident which happened a year back. And on that issue I'll block the heart of the city with thousands of people just to stop the city from doing whatever work they wanted to do.

I will also occasionally come up with some brilliant ideas like "BANDH Because Its Too Hot Out There" or I'll call a strike when the temperature will go way below Normal, just because its too cold.

Finally I would like to protest for the Brothers and Sisters in the IT dept. because they don't get a chance to stay on a holiday during protests. Phew, lots of work, no?

I don't know if that pays much, but who cares as long as I do it for the love of it. And YOU be a part too, join the revolution, or at least join the list of followers!

Long Live Protests.

Protest
Poster

The Post was a Part of the Contest My Dream Job organised by BlogAdda sponsored by Pringoo .

The Aam Naam

Q. What did I see?

A. I saw similarity. I saw less of uniqueness and more of Normality. More of...common things.

Q. What am I talking about?

A. Names.

Q.Which names?

A. Blog Names.

Q. Explain!

A. That's the thing I hate so much about questions!

I know, no one gets what I talk about. So don't go hammer yourselves or me. I will explain.

I've been blogging...what....umm six months maybe... I have visited many blog directories and lots of other blogs I've seen similarities, in names. That's it.

I am giving you some words and you are free to find them out, check for if the words are in the headers/blog names of a blog, and let me know.

You got to have one of these words:

1. Life

2. Love

3. Anonymous (same goes for anonymity)

4. Scribblings

5. Thoughts

6. Memories

7. RockStar(as a matter of fact anything star, superstar, and superheroes included)

8. Tech

9. Freak

10. Random

11. journey

12. Diary

Seriously.............Whatever happened to Creative Names!

And I didn't Punch Anyone

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting
Those kicks were fast as lightning
In fact, it was a little bit frightening
But they fought with expert timing

Okay, so you have heard the song a thousand times. Yes, probably you know the song from the movie Kung Fu Panda but the song was recorded way before. Anyways, I was listening to this this lazy afternoon. It was raining outside, and I was thinking, well you know I CAN think too.

I was thinking the time I almost had a fighting scenario, the time that this song would have inspired me to learn Karate, unfortunately the song came too late in my life, and now my only defense is my BS.

Well, lets get to the story shall we?

It was not as rainy as it is today, it rained but just a little shower, the school ground was muddy, and we a bunch of 7th standards were playing FootBall (and causing our moms a lot of trouble for washing our uniforms). Then came a bunch of 8th graders, who were at first watching the game. Then they started kicking the ball, whenever it came towards them, even if it was in the middle of the game! Then one of them stopped the ball, and commanded us to include them into our game too. We were already frustrated with them kicking the ball, and we were the ones who made permission to use the school ball, they had no authorization. We clearly denied and said "If you guys had to play, get youw own ball and play with it, we are not playing full ground, there's lots of space!"

The arrogant seniors started to push us around and commanded again. "If you guys don't let us play, you won't even play." They knew that a permission will cost them some time, and no one was willing to wait.

They were the seniors, the heads, the bulky group of people who laugh at anything thrown at them. They'll laugh at the joker, they'll laugh at the Soap Actress, they'll laugh at Shaktimaan, our Syllabus, WWE stickers that we got free with Big Babool, the pen fighting, the bus, the people on the road, the teachers, the students, the guardians, the stray dogs.... you know anything! Oh, I have had my fare share of the dumbest jokes on this planet!

So there they were, laughing at us, laughing at how the 7th graders refused to play with them and they snatched the ball we were playing with. Laughing with pride. Just then, one of us, a familiar loud mouth started protesting. They got a hold of his collar, and he could do nothing else but ask for help! Screw these loud mouths, why did he had to say something if he can't beat the shit out of them?? Then they started insulting. That was it. The line was broken. Our guy asked for help for enormous amount of time, and hell broke loose.

We had manpower, authorization, and if found guilty we could plea for Self Defense as they had our guy. There was no stopping us, my beloved friend, we call him MOTA, pushed few of them into the mud,and scattered them. 2 of them went running out of the ground to complain to the teachers.

I was never the Rambo types, but that DAY.. all my rage that I've been living with for the past 2 years (5th and 6th stndrd) decided to come out. And oh how good it was. One guy, well weaker than me, and Shorter than me, decided to attack me, I pushed him and the slippery mud was all over him. And this big guy was saying things from a distance, I ran towards him to hit him,and after a lot of trouble, I was finally able to get his throat against the Uprights, and posed like a WWE superstar, u know the PUNCH is coming, hands raised, big eyes etc.

That was it, 5 of them was in the mud, 2 of us was in the mud too, one of them was held captive by me, 2 of them fled, and Mota was sitting on the other guy.

Victory, finally, but sadly we had no energy left to play that day. The game period was the last period, so next we returned home via the School bus, where we exchanged killer looks with the seniors, and was laughing at them secretly.

I knew something was gonna happen in the school, and decided not to go there for 2 days while I got info from friends who went to school. I asked them eagerly if anything happened, if anyone mentioned my name. Then....well No one mentioned me, as I was not a major influence on anything!

Who got the Punishment??? The Loud Mouth. The seniors mentioned his name, and left us knowing that if they did, Mota will not only sit on them but will Jump, and I will not hold on to any Punches.

Although that was not the end of it. A month later, I got calls which threatened me. :P But well, that's another story that has nothing to do with Kung Fu Fighting.

Women are just like men, with a few exception

I wanted to write a cool intro to this post, I tried quoting lines, I tried to be funny, and then serious, but I just couldn't fit thousands of things in one word. Sorry!

Why do I have to fit thousands of words in a single sentence? Well we are talking about What Women Want aren't we?

If I had to make a list, I couldn't. Simply cause I am not a Woman. And you know we are from Mars! They are from Venus. And sometimes I wonder how did all of us end up here on Earth! Creepy isn't it? Anyways The 3 "W"s here is the most mysterious thing just secondary to black-holes. Science might have an answer fir the black hole....but they still don't get women!

You wouldn't believe, I tried to write them down, I just couldn't. I mean you can't differentiate what women want from what what men want.

Women want love, so do we. Women want to have good times, so do we. They aspire to be successful, we do too.

Women hide what they really really want and test weather a man can recognize what she wants. But we don't. That's bad, cause tests have never been my area of expertise!

Women don't want different things, they just do things differently. And Glee just told me "Women want sex as much as Guys do!" Now seriously, what more do you need to know.

We are not that different, not aliens. Cause in the end we all desire Same things. Just at some point guys wanna watch sports and Women simply would watch anything else but sports!

So that's it ... a thin line remains always....the line where subjects like pink,shopping,TV Soaps,Cosmetics,Designer Clothes,gossiping and hormones that make them more mature lie.

And seriously, if you expect that I'd make a list for you guys here, you guys were just being ambitious. To know things it took me several years...and I've just got started. I've already spilled the basics. Work your way to the top!

The Post was a Part of the Contest What Women Want organised by Blogadda sponsored by Pringoo .

And Thus I learned to Hate Religion

So by this time if you have read the posts I posted before, you already know that like every time this post too is not gonna be serious. I know, the title already says that doesn't it?

Well, I was born in 1992, if people remember there was a huge riot on the Babri Mosque issue. Yes I was born in that unfortunate year, and hopefully I didn't see anything bad, even if I did...I was too little to remember. That riot was a religion issue. But no I don't hate religion for that.

I was then sent to Ramakrishna Mission Ashrama High School. If you don't know, that school is a Hindu Missionary School. So I was forced to learn more about my culture that my west centered brain wanted to. I was forced to memorize Phrases from Gita. But still I tolerated Somehow.

Then there came several occasions where I hated being a Hindu, by the way I neither did want to Be a Christian or a Muslim or Anything. I just wanted to be me. For example I hate the part of the Saraswati Puja where you have to fast until the Puja ends. I hate that. Why should I do that? God gave us food to eat..... why shouldn't I?

Another thing, My best friend is a Brahmin... So after certain age they celebrate an occasion called "Upanayan". The difficult part is he got all the gifts in this world!! Its like a marriage ceremony without the bride,where the groom gets all the fame and all the prizes! He became the coolest kid in town with all the gadgets and stuff....and I was like...People get lucky over-night!!!!!!

Anyways life was fine and I did not complain about things for so long till this day Today!!!

Today all my tolerance went somewhere to take a dive in the holy river! If you know what is a Kirtan ( a religious Chaos Nothing else...Rock Show for the Elderly!! ) you sure can Imagine what its like to have one just in front of your house!!! They are shouting names of gods in chorus...in different tones and voices...and I can't hear my mom say anything! And I hate the Tabla or something like that which is playing in the background, and which has nothing to do with the Kirtan, and is just simply being played to irritate others!

I'm planning on a revenge! I wish to download all the Bullet For My valentine, AC/DC , Metallica, Megadeath, Cradle Of Filth, SlipKnot songs and Place two huge Guitar speakers right in front of my house and play! Lets see who wins! Kartal Or Metal!!!!!

Apparently my mom is asking me not to be so furious about that matter, so I'm stopping here and asking you whose side are you on? KARTAL or METAL?

A year Closer To Death

Just another Wasted Life.....

A life full of fun, and the loneliness behind it.... A life of awesomeness...and touches of reality....

Just Another Trashbag..... a Metal Head... A guitar psycho.... Just another Guy....

The Just Another Guy Had Just Another Birthday! But this time... It was all Legal! :D :P

Cheers!