Neurotica

Neurotica is dead. Long live Neurotica.

2005-05-19T20:05:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I happened to get a call from Rhea.We had never talked on the phone before. Hence, the call wasn't expected. But she talked about what had been going on in her life, what she was planning to do and where life had decided to take her. It was a nice, short chat.That was at 1 PM. Eight hours later, I began thinking.I have been blogging since 16.11.2003. The blog was purposeless to begin

2005-05-16T05:16:00.000-07:00

Thumbing through some news channels today, I happened to notice this advertisement. The black and white shots and the camera angles were breathtaking and I became increasingly curious to know which brand this was. It turned out to be the very company I am working for. Observe the last frame carefully.We're coming to Mumbai, people! Woohoo!Edit on 18.5.2005: The Catholic Bishop's Conference of

On Pisceans

2005-05-15T02:34:00.000-07:00

Coincidences are mostly pleasant. At other times, they can be seriosuly baffling and yes, extremely unfunny, while you try to make sense of the subtle signs that life seems to offer in the form of these coincidences. Like my relationships with pisceans, for example. Especially with piscean women. A long time back, a frequent exchange of hastened glances between me and a certain pretty face in the

Heypee Budday!

2005-05-14T10:27:00.000-07:00

Heypee budday, dear Xcentric!May you get your dream job. And may it pay you enough to support all your illegitimate children in London. And Gulbai Tekra. Hee hee hee. Oops. No character assassination on your budday!But heypee 21! You can now get married and make all those illegitimate children legit. Hee hee hee!

2005-05-11T07:23:00.000-07:00

Sally: We are just going to be friends, OK?Harry: Great, friends. It's the best thing...You realize, of course, that we can never be friends.S: Why not?H: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape, or form - is that men and women can't be friends, because the sex part always gets in the way.S: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.H:

Quiz Time! Woohoo!

2005-05-10T05:12:00.000-07:00

What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comWhat Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.comIs that cool or what?

2005-05-09T09:56:00.000-07:00

Khushnuma zindagi ka manzar nazar aa raha hai abKhushnuma zindagi ka manzar nazar aa raha hai abKahi vapis na aa jana tum mere darmiyan

Erm.

2005-05-08T09:47:00.000-07:00

A is a boy. B is a girl. A and B are the best of friends. They enjoy hanging around. They make each other feel secure. They care about each other. One day, they arrive at a conclusion that they are no longer "just friends". They agree to take the relationship to the next plausible level. So what changes in their relationship, then? What's the addition to the friendship that already was a

2005-05-07T09:58:00.000-07:00

Is it just me? Or do men really think about sex all the time?

2005-05-06T10:01:00.000-07:00

Life has been unexpectedly kind of late. And I have been asking myself constantly. What's the catch? What's the goddamn catch?

The celebration continues!

2005-05-03T23:59:00.000-07:00

Imaginary characters inside the Neurotic One's head take to the streets celebrating the day he got a job.

Employment Musings

2005-05-02T23:43:00.000-07:00

She: Ab to tu kamaau ho gaya hai. Ab tujhse shaadi ka soch sakti hu...Me: *sheepish grin*------------Was driving around the Qutub Institutional Area, where the cream of Corporate India's future are currently studying. Saw them moving about, uneasily under the May sun, with their suits and ties. And I breathed a sigh of relief. I've got a job where I can go to office in my jeans and tees!Yay!----

Jobless no more!

2005-05-01T22:58:00.000-07:00

Am I dreaming? For years, I thought I'd struggle to get there. In the end, I did not even sweat.And I landed a job at the same place where my dad got his first major job.In about a month from now, it's Adios Delhi for me. I am going to *DRUMROLL*... ... The City of Dreams!PS: I got a job! WOOHOOHOO!

2005-05-01T01:39:00.000-07:00

I am 52% Asshole/Bitch.I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.Take theAsshole/Bitch Test@ FualiDotCom

Update

2005-04-30T10:59:00.000-07:00

It's been almost a full year without a major template change. So here goes. It's dedicated to all the pisceans in my life. And there's nothing fishy about it since it loads correctly on Firefox!

Woohoo! I'm a post graduate now!

2005-04-29T10:04:00.000-07:00

I'm a post graduate now. And that approximately means that I've got a piece of paper I can use in the loo, when I run out of water. It's funny how I got this far, academically. Funny, because I always found myself struggling to come to terms with what everyone else around me could easily grasp. Funnier, because I passed out last year from the university with a 3rd class, and still ended up in a

D'oh!

2005-04-25T10:07:00.000-07:00

Had an interesting phone conversation with a friend today. She works on the editing desk at a daily in Delhi. A couple of days back, she took an email for the letters to the editor section. The letter was sent regarding a news article on two lesbians in UP, who had decided to get married, and were getting plenty of press for it. The person, in the letter, expressed his opinion on the gay rights

2005-04-23T14:03:00.000-07:00

In journalism, mindless courage can seriously bring you laurels. Your IQ may be that of a tomato. And your command over langaage might be that of a hominid. But if you have the balls to poke your nose into someone else's business and get a sensational new scoop, they'll tell you that you're worth your weight in gold. Remember that scene from Godzilla? The cameraman almost got flattened, but held

Why?

2005-04-23T06:04:00.000-07:00

Now you try to come back. Why?Of course I am bitter. Of course I am hurt. I destroyed all the tiny traces of you from my existence. What I could not disconnect myself with, my badly dented psyche. Dented so badly, I could not recognise myself anymore. Between remembering how to breathe, between trying to forget you, between trying to start living from scratch, I said to myself that I would not

The Dork Side

2005-04-22T08:41:00.000-07:00

"Luke... Hu tara pappa chhu...!"

Hmmm

2005-04-21T04:43:00.000-07:00

That advertisement just wouldn't have been the same, had the punchine said, "Mazze se CHAATO, mazze se khaao".

2005-04-20T11:09:00.000-07:00

The internship's a drag. And my social life has taken a massive beating. Most people got day jobs at the editorial desk. Some lucky ones got field assignements. Some got full time jobs. I got a bloody night shift. And it's been over 2 weeks since I last saw most of my friends. I start in the evenings. End around 3 AM. And I spend an average of 5 minutes everyday in the sun. That too, fading

Kaha kaha se chale aate hai...

2005-04-19T01:23:00.000-07:00

This guys pops up on Yahoo messenger, out of nowhere. physical_heaven: heyMe : heyloMe : ???physical_heaven: im also a guyMe : figuresMe : would u be kind enough to introduce urselfphysical_heaven: i don chat wid guys im here lookin 4 galsMe : abbey to fir mera dimag kyu kharab kar raha hai mere baap?

Ok. I just had to take that quiz! ;-)

2005-04-17T14:51:00.000-07:00

Accedintally, you will find them, in the last placeyou would expect, may be they are near youright now and you don't know, you love to havea good time that is why the chances that youand them be friends first than get in aromantic relationship is very high, so openyour eyes and think, it might be so close. Where will you find love? brought to you by QuizillaI think I am satisfied with the result!

Woohoo!

2005-04-16T14:34:00.000-07:00

Who could have thought this place existed!Thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

2005-04-15T14:22:00.000-07:00

Then there are those who hit on you all year long. And when you don't respond in the same currency, they end up saying "you remind me so much of my brother". Wait. Is is just me? Or are they actually that stupid?

Signs

2005-04-14T06:22:00.000-07:00

I thought I needed to understand the 'signs', that seem to hint at a larger plan to life. After an year of following one such sign, life gave me another one. This time around, it was the finger. And all I could do was laugh at it and move on.

Pondering

2005-04-13T02:05:00.000-07:00

Am I missing a trick here?I will never know. ----------------------------------To quote a shayar..."Kacchi hai samajhdari apni,Ke ab tak naye ehsaas hote rehte hai..."

Close Call

2005-04-12T00:58:00.000-07:00

In the frenzied atmosphere, I felt myself been pushed and pulled. There were loud noises everywhere. The people around me wore funny looks on their faces. They screamed at every possible instance. The heat made their faces sweaty. Constantly bumping into each other, some tried holding their ground. The others, overcome by emotion, were all over the place. They tried moving their feet as quickly

2005-04-11T00:25:00.000-07:00

First, soften me up with a barrage of compliments. It would be easier then, to lead me to the slaughter house.

Blessing in disguise.

2005-04-10T07:36:00.000-07:00

What do you say?I am actually amused at the way he was put out of his misery.

A small start. A start nonetheless.

2005-04-05T10:08:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow, I start my internship at a newspaper.The paper recently moved out of its posh Victorian confines in Central Delhi to a tacky godown-like place in Noida.It’s a nondescript newspaper with a measly readership. And I was happy as hell, I got my spot there. Why?1) It’s a really small paper. With a staff, the size of two cricket teams. So I hope to learn the ropes faster.2) Smaller paper

2005-03-26T09:41:00.000-08:00

Two things scare me the most these days. Women's tears. And the food in Delhi. I'm not quite sure which would be the death of me first.

2005-03-24T08:38:00.000-08:00

I need a vacation. Desperately. And I miss home. What say, Xcentric? Sigh. Home. Sigh.

Of Economics... and Chemistry.

2005-03-21T07:40:00.000-08:00

She: Why didn't you reply to the SMS I sent later that night?Me: We had the most beautful evening. I didn't want to dilute it by trying to get more mileage out of it. So I did not reply. She: What?!Me: Yunnoh. The law of diminishing marginal utility. She: *giggles*

Define Me

2005-03-18T07:31:00.000-08:00

'JR', on me:"Yeh party ko arouse kar ke khud thanda ho jata hai." We had a good laugh over that.

An year in retrospect

2005-03-15T10:29:00.000-08:00

Insecurities dealt with. Fears overcome. Mind games fought. Mind games won. No tears shed. Friends lost. Friends made. Heart broken.Heart mended.Reputations earned. Labels shrugged off. Brahmacharya maintained. Cigarette virginity intact. Vodka virginity intact. No bad blood. No scores to settle. No dues. Except the ones to my maker. No hard feelings. And the mushy ones fought away. Still a

LMAO

2005-03-07T00:27:00.000-08:00

On Altophobia

2005-03-06T03:05:00.000-08:00

‘AK’, on, how it hurts to fall from different heights:A person falling from a great height goes“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! THUD!”A person falling from a lesser height goes“THUD! Aaaaah…”Moral? Don’t fly to too high. Worn out? Maybe. Makes sense? Definitely.

Realisation

2005-03-05T03:45:00.000-08:00

Here's one of the best things about good friends living in different continents. You might be a full day late to wish them on their birthday. But you still have time on your hands coz Toronto is over 10 hours behind Delhi. Happy Birthday, Fadiye!

2005-03-04T03:00:00.000-08:00

Rhea, on Feb 25, on SMSMust tell you your poem on the blog was excellentMe, 2 days later, on SMSGlad you liked the poem. Sorry, couldn't reply earlier. Was at a brothel when you messaged me.Spent the last 2 days in the red light district. See you on the net. Rhea and I, on Yahoo, a day laterRhea: Hence am bemusedRhea: What the hell do you mean by THAT?Me: ;))Rhea: Not funnyRhea: I hope you used a

I'm Bored!

2005-03-03T00:19:00.000-08:00

The worst thing about playing demo versions of PC games is that after a while, you start looking for alternative ways in the game to amuse yourself!And if anyone of you applies to IIMC, don't forget to check me out on the prospectus cover! :P

2005-03-02T09:56:00.000-08:00

There is something seriously crass about the way she stands next to me, gazes in some direction, and starts singing "Push me baby, rock me baby". Seriously crass. And not very subtle at all.

Crsh! Bm! Bng!

2005-02-27T03:47:00.000-08:00

With great pleasureAnd two bumpsOn my foreheadI announce. I finally perfectedThe artOf typing an SMSWhile crossing the road.

What the...

2005-02-26T07:45:00.000-08:00

Free. Food. The two most important F-words in the lives of the cash-strapped singletons like me. Singletons, who live away from home, in the student communities of Delhi like Munirka, Katwaria, Ber Sarai etc. Places, which aren’t exactly gastronomic paradises. It’s even more fun when ‘free’ is an adjective defining the food. No, we’re not going to discuss any other F-words here.

Observation

2005-02-24T15:44:00.000-08:00

It was carnage. Absolutely carnage. You should have seen how those journalists went for the buffet after a press conference. I got a few pointers too. Although I never thought butting into the queue to whisk away the food would be a part of my Journalism training.

Passing Cloud

2005-02-23T12:26:00.000-08:00

"Maybe we're trying to simplify our lives. Unfortunately, we use the most complicated ways to make this simplification happen."Thud.

I let out my mind out to wander... - Part Duh!

2005-02-22T11:41:00.000-08:00

When do you know that a good friendship has transgressed into the realms of hormones, feelings and love? More specifically, what are the actions that separate being in a "friendship" as understood in the conventional meaning of the word, and being in "love"?What changes after such a transgression? Do you arrive at an agreement someday that you are no longer "just friends"? Does it mean that

Hide. Seek. Confront.

2005-02-21T11:34:00.000-08:00

How eloquently And powerfullyYour eyesSpeak. I caught themTelling meWhat the futureHolds.

Of Male Insecurity and Conniving Women

2005-02-21T10:18:00.000-08:00

What do blackmailers feed off? Insecurity. After a fair amount of observing, I conclude that most males are genetically incapable of dealing with emotional blackmail. Even more so when the blackmailer is a pretty-faced, 20-something female. All it takes to get by the defences of these men is a 50 watt smile, puppy eyes and a prolonged "please". And I swear, it renders the man so hopelessly

Update

2005-02-20T07:46:00.000-08:00

The Disclaimer has been updated as thus:The Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is. Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica, such as strong nausea, splitting headaches,

Of Godzilla and Neutered Thoughts

2005-02-19T04:32:00.000-08:00

Godzilla had the right ideas. And it only just occurred to me. By reserving the benefits of inherent asexuality for only a few species, Mother Nature dealt us humans a tough one. Our wise friend Godzilla didn't bother looking around for prospective mates. Otherwise, it's only one's guess what the dating scene in the giant lizards community, would have been like. Imagine this dinner date: Waiter:

2005-02-18T01:11:00.000-08:00

When I start reeling under the power of your beauty, I forget what a whore you are.

2005-02-13T21:22:00.000-08:00

Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn’t think of you todayIt’s been seven months and countingYou’ve moved onI still feel exactly the sameIt’s just the that everywhere I go All the buildings know your nameLike photographs and memories of loveSteel and granite remindersThe city calls your name and I can’t move onEver since you’ve been goneThe lights go out the sameThe only difference isYou

Deconstruction of The Campus Item

2005-02-12T08:00:00.000-08:00

You know you’re a campus item when…1) You’re the target of inquiring stares.2) You’re the recipient of frequent Hi’s and Hellos from the opposite sex.3) You don’t know the names of half of the people mentioned in #2.4) You’re the subject of curious inquiries.5) Most of these curious inquiries are directed at a third person – your close friend or your confidant.6) You find yourself being asked for

Passing Thoughts

2005-02-11T02:49:00.000-08:00

Somehow, the moment seems even more opportune when you’re trying desperately hard not to look opportunistic. Alternatively. Life tempts you with a dangling carrot when you no longer have the motivation to run after it. Alternatively. Opportunity knocks on your door once. Temptation bloody leans on it. Alternatively. Life is a bitch sometimes.

Limericks

2005-02-10T07:53:00.000-08:00

Amity School of Communication – The Big Picture. - The Limericks Contest. Topic: an eggMy attempt:Boiled eggs, they say, keep you nourished and hotThrough this cold winter, they help you a lotSo I brought a dozen for a pennyI ate 10 eggs too manyNow I’m sitting on the pot. Cracked the one that got the maximum laughs. Still didn’t win. Sigh.

That Was The Week That Was

2005-02-09T00:15:00.000-08:00

Lab newspapers. TV Scripts. Radio scripts. Pleasure trip to handicraft fair in Haryana. Biking between hostel and home. Appearing on two TV shows on SAB TV. Realising SAB TV sucks, hence skipping a third show hosted by Vir Sanghvi. Dodging more comparisons of my unkempt hair with a bird’s nest. Doing my bit to get in touch with long lost friends. Dontlook. Refuting more claims that I am

Stop. Wait. Ponder.

2005-01-30T08:15:00.000-08:00

Days pass by in a blur. That, while life seems to perennially stuck in slow motion. Sometimes, I think I am shooting fish in a barrel. At other times, I wonder what I have gotten myself into. Somewhere down the line, I am content with the confusion I have surrounded myself with. I can’t explain it. “Self-obsession”, did someone say? Yeah. Probably.

Hemantism

2005-01-27T04:15:00.000-08:00

When everything else seems to be perfect, trust the weather to screw up your day.

Road Rage

2005-01-22T00:14:00.000-08:00

To all those buggers, who drive with their cars with the high-beam on, and show utter unconcern for the safety of drivers coming from in front of them: Someday, I hope, you wear a straitjacket with a 5 lever lock, lose the key and then watch helplessly as bulldog ants climb into your pants.

This and That

2005-01-15T08:06:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, a perfectly harmless compliment may have a negative impact on you. It’s like getting a bottle of good perfume as a gift. It makes you wonder if you’re such a stinker after all. And it keeps happening to me again and again. People read my work in the lab journals and other publications, come up to me and say, “Hey, I noticed your work. I really liked reading it”. And then, without

Roadblock

2005-01-08T03:52:00.000-08:00

My life is but, the never-ending disagreement between my head and my heart.

This and That

2005-01-05T22:22:00.000-08:00

Sala yahich problem hai duniya ka. Jisko samajh nahi paate use "Pagal" karaar dete hai! Hmph!

Phases

2005-01-04T11:52:00.000-08:00

[This] was the first ever music cassette I ever brought. It was Devang Patel's parody songs in the movie, that drew me to it. The year was 1995. And I got hooked to music. Two years of seriously following the Indi-pop scene followed. Alisha, Daler Mehendi and the likes filled my music rack. The year was 1997 and [this] was my first ever English album. I hate admitting it. But it's true.

Flaming Gerbils - A Must Read

2005-01-01T10:15:00.000-08:00

Actual article from the LA Times, The editor's comments at the end are hilarious: "In retrospect, lighting the match was my big mistake. But I was only trying to retrieve the gerbil," Eric Tomaszewski told bemused doctors in the Severe Burns Unit of Salt Lake City Hospital. Tomaszewski and his homosexual partner Andrew "Kiki" Farnum had been admitted for emergency treatment after a felching

The MMS episode: Done to death !

2004-12-27T08:33:00.000-08:00

Adding my $ 0.02 to THE DEBATE... Frankly, there was nothing incriminating about 17 year olds having a fling. What's new to it? What made me sick was the mileage that media houses were deriving out of the incident. The TOIlet paper lived up to its reputation, ensuring the story was covered. Daily on the front page. Sticky eyeballs, it generated for sure. What was even more sickening was the

Merry Xmas

2004-12-25T07:33:00.000-08:00

Santa was kind. On Christmas morning, I found my first story at my doorstep. Here's (MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!) the link to my first ever news report (MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!) Pliss be kind to leave comments on the Indian Express page. And here's wishing you a Merry Xmas... ... and a happy nude rear.

The Week That Was

2004-12-24T05:06:00.000-08:00

The last one week had been pleasantly hectic. I spent it 1) Bidding goodbyes to various classmates who were heading off to hometowns 2) Publicly rubbishing the jackass that is my HOD 3) Pondering over the meaning of life 4) Trying to land myself an internship 5) Wondering why I needed to do # 4 when I can chill out at home for the winter break. Which, BTW, brought me back to # 3. (Smirk!) A

Damn this cold!

2004-12-23T01:25:00.000-08:00

Toes: toe n. Ultra-precision instrument to locate cold, hard furniture on a dark winter morning.

A Rejoinder

2004-12-22T04:05:00.000-08:00

Yay !

2004-12-20T04:44:00.000-08:00

The song that didn't let me be...

2004-12-12T06:38:00.000-08:00

As you look around this room tonight Settle in your seat and dim the lights Do you want my blood Do you want my tears What do you want? What do you want from me? Should I sing until I can't sing any more Play these strings until my fingers are raw You're so hard to please What do you want from me? Do you think I know something you don't know? If I don't promise you the answers would you go?

Run of the mill, "what's up" post

2004-12-07T03:39:00.000-08:00

I have moved out of home. It took a while. Now I am free. Well… almost. The weekend was spent poring over cardboard boxes, trying to figure out what to take with me and what to leave back at home. It’s all been done. It should be an interesting period of four-odd months with my two new roomies. It should also buy me more time and space for myself. And also give me more time think about life

This & That

2004-11-30T08:59:00.001-08:00

Cofusion still looms large. Exams are around the corner. Need to intern somewhere in the break that follows the exams. Wondering where to go to. Wondering whom to contact. Bumped into PV, a senior at school. She's into Media Studies as well. And is interning at The Times of India. An excerpt: PV: Love the job at Times PV: Reporting is cool PV: You are treated like a queen when you say "

My Yahoo Avtaar

2004-11-27T21:47:00.000-08:00

Reality shall impose no constraints on his being. He is blissfully unaware of his standing. He continues to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Doing the wrong thing, of course. His sense of reality is badly distorted. The look on the face smacks of absolute insincerity and complacency. But the truth shall dawn on him. And he will be left cold from the inside. And he will wonder why. I

2004-11-26T01:32:00.000-08:00

Aren't You An Artist?

2004-11-16T05:56:00.000-08:00

This poem was written by a classmate who likes to call himself, 'The Subverter'. It kinda grew on me. I decided to share it with you. I am still in awe of it. I think it is a beautiful poem. Aren't You An Artist? 'You are an artist', they declare. And you are offended at once, And also amused, And the thin line between them remains fractured. You are an artist because your body Is not worth

2004-11-15T02:50:00.000-08:00

Tanha dil Tanha Safar Dhoonde tujhe Fir kyu nazar...?

Please... PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE Read Carefully!

2004-11-10T06:37:00.000-08:00

Dear Readers: This Diwali, I have a request, which I wish you would take seriously. If you reading this, sitting in the confines of your cozy bedroom, besides your P4 PC on your broadband connection, and really worried about where you are heading to in life, you are just the person I am looking for. With all these amenities at your disposal, I hope you agree that God has been kind to you

Coz I'm leaving on a slow train... and other such thoughts! :D

2004-11-07T02:00:00.000-08:00

I'm coming home now It's been so long now Gonna get there somehow Praying you'll be there! Eewww! Boyzone! Eeeww! It's been a while. And I am going home now. It's time to meet with long lost friends. It's time to not worry about schedules and deadlines for a change. It's time to throw some caution to the wind. It's time to celebrate.I'm going home! Woohoo! Home Sweet Home To All Those Who

Look Ma! I'm in the papers!

2004-11-04T02:00:00.000-08:00

It was just one of those days when you could swear you can choke someone to death and claim to have enjoyed doing that. For us folks from the Department of English Journalism, it was a day we had awaited with extreme interest. A journo is no good if he doesn't write for a paper. Which is why we have our lab journals as a part of our course. My group of ten, named 'The IIMC Times', rather

2004-10-25T02:05:00.000-07:00

I want to believe that the last 3 months have been the best ones of my life. That is quite, quite heartening when I look back at the damage done between March and July. Easily, the worst period of my life. It had me rebuilding my life from scratch again. It made me observe my own life with great curiosity. It made me concious of every tiny little thing I did, making me wonder why I got even

Big City Rants

2004-10-23T08:48:00.000-07:00

In a big city, sanity is the domain of a privileged few. A few, who have learnt how to escape it all. The rest of us can resort back to the much worn out "life is a bitch" rhetoric. One of the things that the small-towner will learn in the scary, big city is that the thing you lose the quickest is your temper. He will realise, anger is an acutely contagious disease out on the streets. Those big

Ack

2004-10-20T09:55:00.000-07:00

I feel like Vishwamitra. And my steadfast tapasya is about to be bhango-fied by an entire brigade of frivolous and pretty Apsaras. Where are my ugly Rakshasa friends when I need them the most?

You Were Remembered

2004-10-11T09:29:00.000-07:00

Jaya Prakash Narayan Oct. 11, 1902 - Oct. 8, 1979 Spare a moment and sign this petition.

Powercut

2004-10-10T06:12:00.000-07:00

A group of kids in my neighbourhood, when the power supply went out on a Sunday evening: Papa kehte hai bada naam karega Bijli ka bill tera baap bharega... It'd been a lot funnier had you seen it in person.

Jobless as ever

2004-10-09T08:05:00.000-07:00

To Rhea: Girls, I no longer find scary. For, once I get Vitamin A, I am no longer wary! First my milkman used to bring Amul, But that didn't help me keep my cool. Now I prefer the local dairy. To Iyer: You dont flirt with a fat guy's flame, Take it from me; experience is thy name! A jealous fat guy sat on my oblongata medula, So bad, they scraped me off the floor with a spatula! So before

Cryptic Moms

2004-10-02T09:47:00.000-07:00

Mom: Beta, how many of you are going to Dehradoon? Me: 10 Mom: And how many of them are girls? Me: 6 Mom: Beta... sambhal ke jaana... Hmmmmmm...

2004-09-30T23:23:00.000-07:00

And life seemed a lot less complicated when someone cute fell asleep on my shoulder.

The day that was...

2004-09-24T09:32:00.000-07:00

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Ladies and Gents! Step right up! And see for yourself! The paradigm for journalistic nincompoopery! The result of killer boredom! The pioneer in news trivialisation and sensationalisation! The breeding grounds of Yellow! A product of empty minds! (In short... a lab-generated Times of India!) Brought to you by those who wish to be called The Jobless Writers... *DRUMROLL* *

Doh!

2004-09-22T09:00:00.000-07:00

I realised. The hard way. Do not... and I repeat DO NOT underestimate the power of stupid people inmates of girls hostel at IIMC in large numbers. Especially if you had been making wisecracks about all of them. Especially if one day, they ALL gang up agaisnt you, sick and tired of those wisecracks. Edit at 11.30 PM: Have a good laugh here. No, it's not porn.

5000 and counting...

2004-09-20T08:10:00.000-07:00

5000 hits! Another excuse to blog a lousy, meaningless, gap-filler post! I'd like to thank all the jobless and bored people of the world who had nothing better to do than to surf through the dark realms of the internet in search of God only knows what. For unnecessarily reading the crap that I put up on this page, even when I hardly ever asked them to. And for making me happy by keeping my

A Rejoinder

2004-09-16T05:12:00.001-07:00

Business, as usual

2004-09-14T12:49:00.000-07:00

So what have I been upto? 1) Lost my precious notebook in which I drew nasty caricatures of my professors. 2) Was a part of a contingent that successfully pissed off my Media Research faculty. 3) Drove college PYTs around on my new bike. Promised some more, for future rides. 4) Made myself unpopular among the guys for act # 3. 5) Told the guys.... 'Love me, hate me, but kindly spare me your

Mera No. 1?

2004-09-13T08:46:00.000-07:00

The ad goes... "Number one... mera number one". And people still drink it.

Apni Dholki Baja Rela Hu!

2004-09-12T09:57:00.000-07:00

Alright... my blog... my rules. I can post what I want to, right? Anyway, so I got this mail from Apexa, a junior at my grad college. Still reading it and laughing. It's one of those things that amuse you no end, and make your day. So I will end up blowing my own trumpet... but what the hell! :P Read on ... To, The founder of Prism, Dear sir, Hoping u r fit n healthy inspite of the JNU

Shit Happens

2004-09-11T01:47:00.000-07:00

2004-09-10T08:37:00.000-07:00

Snap out of it! *slaps himself on left cheek* Snap out of it! *slaps himself on right cheek* Snap out of it! *slaps himself on left cheek* Snap out of it! *slaps himself on right cheek* Snap out of it! *slaps himself on left cheek* Snap out of it! *slaps himself on right cheek*

Insightful, me thinks!

2004-08-27T01:39:00.000-07:00

(Got this in my mail sometime back!) In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking. Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11). Anne Graham