Little Black Book

hmm... everybody has their set of Queer habits, i know i do and thats why am writing it, brilliant aint I??? Anyway i have a list as big as-well there jus aint anything to which you can either compare it to either in the sheer # of them of in their weirdness, I think thats what makes me believe am human when everybody else says am not. Am really not into writing and shit but hey what the hell... am bored... =p Anyway it really amazes me as to how certain people get wired out or just cant explain as to why certain people do certain things, i mean they just do it, i had a guy living in my hostel who used shuffle his feet so often like he was doing salsa or something, and the worst part was he used to try and act as if nothing happened. I mean sure if you are like dash the kid from the movie incredibles you can get away with it, you know too fast to notice kinds, but nooo this guy used to do it in slow motion sequences like in movies where the guy is actually moving really fast but he is ...

Seems like two opposite poles don they, i mean if you gonna go by the usual talk of practicaility then sure dreams are something which never happens and reality is what is happening, dreams everything seems picture perfect but that doesn happen in reality. But this isn about me ranting about how it sucks that both of them are like 2 parallel lines which seems like they will never meet. This is a post which is detailing how i feel, about the few times in ones life does a person feel so certain about something that its almost blindsizing, man is a creature of doubt and he takes refuge in realism, but am talkin about those moments when you are so damn sure about what you wanna do that the dreams are no longer dreams and reality is no longer anything differnet from a dream cos everything seems so surreal. It may range for different people from the kind of job they wanna do to what they wanna learn or the person they gonna fall in love with. And once they realise that 2 things can happen.....

You know right now the song which is struck in my head is elvis singing " Are You Lonesome Tonight ?" and the answer is what any many with 2 dicks will say when the tailor asks him left or right? and the answer being "YES". Its suprising how many people actually are lonely even when they are surrounded by so many of their freinds and it just kills them knwing that there is no one who can actually understand how they feel, what is further more suprising how these people (ok fine, i ll admit it, people like me) tend to find reasons to wake up every morning and take part in this charade called life. I admit being a guy kinda leaves me with a handicap on articulating my emotions and only in the lonely confines of my room can i shed these tears which are on the brink of falling down but it takes whole new level of tolerance to bear the pain the lump in your throat causes to you, I mean a lump in my ass or any physical pain for that matter is way better than the the pain...

Well the picture says it all doesn it. My love affair with the cancer stick started in december 01, and it has continued till now, and i loved every single moment i spent with it. It had everything i can ever expect of a girl. From the strong fragrance, which mentally stimulated my senses, eased my thoughts when i went in my trademark brain fucking sessions, even though I knew it is gonna fuck me up like any other girl later on, I was jus in too much in love with it. It was what certain people like to refer as addiction and what i would love to term it as obsession. I started not because of peer preasure or any other whole load of crap people generally talk about. It was the chemistry few people experience in their lifetime with somebody else. Its touch, the feel, the kiss.... everything about it was soooo perfect. I never had to bother about not paying too much attention, or be dejected that it wasn't there when i need it the most cause it is just too busy to find time for me. F...

Its suprising that a normal night of fun can actually be so much fun, you do not need a whole bunch of people, just another person who understands what you say and can engage in a stimulating conversation. And this is exactly what happened last night, a night of pure unadultered fun. Started out with me kicking some royal ass in a mean game of Blech, and then some bantering around over a cup of coffee and then couple of mins fluff talking about what to do in the night, and then go for a round of drinks and laughing it out like a trip to the lunatic asylum is long overdue, singing songs and talking about commonalites, then get back home and pop in movies, start of with "10 things i hate about you", yes i have a thing about Rom-Coms, i love them, they give me hope and make think that true love is out there for you to go and find it, gives me hope in the fact that serendipty exists and there is hope for nice guys like me not to get screwed over by women. And after we done with ...

on a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness by a freeway i confess i was lost in the pages of a book full of death reading how we'll die alone and if we're good we'll lay to rest anywhere we want to go in your house i long to be room by room patiently i'll wait for you there like a stone i'll wait for you there alone on my deathbed i will pray to the gods and the angels like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven to a place i call i was there so long ago the sky was bruised the wine was bled and there you led me on in your house i long to be room by room patiently i'll wait for you there like a stone i'll wait for you there alone and on i read until the day was gone and i sat in regret of all the things i've done for all that i've blessed and all that i've wronged in dreams until my death i will wander on These words seem to reverbrate through me whenever i find myself staring at the pitch black darkness which keeps screamin...

Well i donno from where this came up but, charan wanted to have a say so the next post is his, in his own words...

Yup! this is the bored man again, ( Again??? ) am now uncovering my hobbes ( though i wish i was as cool as calvin). Like it says am bored out of senses, its 1:45 Am in the morning, sitting in the office doing nothing ( wish i could hatch eggs, acutally would be fun though, tryin to figure out a way other than shoving those eggs in my ass to sit on them and not have yellow gooey stuff dripping down ) . Bottom line I AM BORED!!! and there are times when you say this but you somehow feel you are not justifying the state you are in, i think thats why people should word power made easy - norman e. lewis ( it talks about moments like these where your vocab aint esoteric enough to make people realise how incompetent they are when it comes to expressing themselves well esp men cause we are morons and I for one am an self confessed MCP ). Am so bored and by saying this again and again aint alleviating my boredom, but is only making me conscious of how bored I am, i think anything which start...

" I could tell you many adventures - beginning from this morning - Atleast I knew who I was When I got up this morning, But I think I must have been changed several times then ." Well this more or less sumerises me, all those who know me will vouch by this. Hmmm... well let me think all the charcters i ever wanted to be. Well i guess they all were from books and movies and I gotta warn you, I take changing myself into them pretty seriouly. Take for instance my obsession with Rocky, i was spitting dialogues from the movie as fundas in life, do shadow boxing and was obssessed with wearing grey sweats with the hood. Or the day when i saw this move called D, and was blown by this character called Deshu, i had to get those damn aviators and grow a stubble and answer the phone in a mean ass way. Or when i walked out of the theatre after watching constantine, I had to have to zippo flip it open and light my cigarette jus the way he did. Lotsa people get irritated with it but...

So how did i find myself travelling back home carrying a pink box ( resembling a shoe box)which contained psychedelic sands of time to be stared at when am high in the infamous Chennai PTC bus, thinking I shoudl definitely start wearing caps, and god i miss my aviators! How did this happen??? Well it all started with a call. ( all these things always start with an innocent phone call don't they). On the other end of the line was one of my friends, a multitalented girl who is by far the cutest girls ( in a very asexual way ofcourse not cause she has an non-existential ass which proudly hides behind that omnipresent burkha but generally ). And she was wondering if I could be the judge for one of the literary events for the inter-collegiate thing happening in her college. So I said "what any man with 2 dicks will say when the tailor asks him the left or the right?" Not that I had the world waiting for me to save it, or one hazar bimbettes spreading their legs waiting for me ...

I tried writing about the life in jorhat, delhi, henoch schonlein syndrome, well its just that my life is so fucking layered and peppered with so many incidents, which make me cringe thinking back about my stupidity, and things which are so bloody brilliant, if i may say so myself ( talk abt being modest ). So me will talk about my first crush, my first brush with death, my first best friend, the passion of relishing and eating fruits. But its just too disturbing and layered for me to write it all down. So me will now stop that continue random crapping about life in general and shit. Stay tuned cos the next post is gonna be about... ( honestly I have no fucking Idea)

I don't think a lot of people in India ( esp Women ) really know about Neil Strauss ( touted to be the greatest Pickup Artsit in the world) or his book. But there is a rising # of men all over the world who will swear that Mystery is God, and then there are others who will swear by juggler. So what is all this about. Well all over the world there is a growing number of disgruntled nice men, who are sick and tired of hearing women say " Lets just be friends " or " I always thought of you as my brother ". Well its not the men's fault that the women they crave for, or the women they hear cribbing to them about all the jerks who have ruined their life and the lack of nice men in this world completely ignoring the fact that they are pouring their heart out to one. Well so there began a silent movement nothing short of a revolution where men spent studying the female psyche and trying to find out the motherload of all questions " WHAT WOMEN WANT?". Th...

True am not that conventionally old, but I think old age is setting in, how am i saying such an absurd thing, well for starters: 1. I don't feel like getting up in the morning and playing basketball like the way i used in school and college. Back in the day, used to wake up at 3 and play basketball till 8 in the morning and then again go playing in the evening from 4 till whenever the sun allowed us to play. Now, I wince from the very thought of dragging my sorry ass ( tummy ) from one end of the court to another. I no longer consider sweat dripping down my face as something cool, it only irritates me further on cause it makes me get in touch with water when i have to wash my face, even worse take bath... yuck!. 2. I can no longer eat and drink from roadside stalls, my immune system is beginning to fail me, I was lead to believe that my immune system has been conditioned by the many years spent studying Kendriya Vidyalaya ( one of the finest educational institutions this country ha...

Well my love affair with this fine piece of art began with the movie constantine. just cast a glance on this thing of beauty. Added to the fact that I found Constantine to be an anti-smoking movie just drove me further into smoking and finding my own style. i have had couple of zippos but for my birthday which is a bit away from today ( hey that rhymed... anyway ) here is my list of zippos which I would be thrilled to get on my bday ( I will kiss you, wash your feet and drink that water if its before that... well its actually a figure of speech i use i don mean it ) But here are the nominees. Now, who the hell won't fall in love with these beauties... I personally like the finger print one and the anarchy one. But if i get the remaining ones I ll be equally overjoyed. Please find further works at www.zippo.com And whoever is thinking of getttin me these... I LOVE YOU! from the bottom of my heart. And I ll always love you. They say diamonds are a girl's best friend. Well zippos...

Before we go ahead and answer this question, lets us first understand what religion means. This is how Wikipedia defines religion “ A religion is a set of beliefs and practices generally held by a human community, involving adherence to codified beliefs and rituals and study of ancestral or cultural traditions and mythology, as well as personal faith and mystic experience. The term "religion" refers to both the personal practices related to communal faith and to group rituals and communication stemming from shared conviction ”. How I see religion being defined is as sharp as that of a vision of an old man nearing the end of his life, blurred and hazy some blind spots here and there going by the way routine has taught him to navigate the route he usually takes. In other words, religion is a set of guidelines, a way to answer questions with a yes or a no answer. Religion is defined and interpreted in many ways and mind you they are 2 very different things, definiti...

I know, I know a lot of you are fuming right now. All of you thinking what a bastard, he is like the biggest player ever ( well I appreciate the sincere and hostile compliments). But the truth of the fact is, I am not a player. I mean sure I was born to be a player, ( when you are a geminian its very difficult not to be one ) but what am trying to tell you is the fact that I choose not to be one. So i find it very disheartening when i find people calling me a player. Because I make every effort not to be one. I don't understand what vibes i send or carry along that people get such an absurd idea that am a player. I mean I would love to be a player, which guy wouldn't and knowing me I would quite flaunt this prowess with gay abandon. Am not against being told nice things which are not true, but then what truly madly deeply pisses me off is the fact that people think am a player and they keep on a look out for when am gonna make a move. Now for a person who doesn't know what ...

Jesus people somebody requested me to write a comic story. Me??? Now thats funny enough. Obviously people who aren't in the know of my sense of humor. It's cos of a reason. It doesn't exist. The funniest thing I have said till now is Bipasha basu. And this resulted in my laughing my then well formed ass off. Literally. Am pretty sure that all of you guys ( whoever is reading this ) must be curious as to what was so bloody funny about Bipasha basu, that its utterance has resulted in convulated bouts of hysterical laughter on one too many instances. Well lets just say there aint anything funny at all about it, even upon microscopic inspection. So forgetaboutit. But the funny thing is that, my dad at the age of 55 retired from the army last may. he has got about some 8 degrees ( and no am not exaggerating). he tried to work as a Lecturer but then that did not work out. So he is trying to get into the army all over again. My mum recently quit her work as a teacher and is now wo...

Things you always wanted to know but were afraid to ask me. * My tears cure cancer. Too bad I don't cry. * I do not sleep. I wait. * I am currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for my left and right legs. * My chief export is pain. * I define love as the reluctance to murder. If you’re still alive, it’s because I love you. *Am not hung like a horse. Horses are hung like me. * If you can see me, I can see you. If you can’t see me you may be only seconds away from death. *There are no disabled people. Only people who have met me. * I can win a game of Monopoly without owning any property. * There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures I allow to live. * In fine print on the last page of the Guinness Book of World Records it notes that all world records are held by me, and those listed in the book are simply the closest anyone has ever gotten. * I invented cancer because I was tired of killing people *In an average living room there are...

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Have you ever felt lonely in a crowded room? Or felt like breaking down but couldn't because there are people around you? Have you felt the pangs of guilt eat your innards and you try and fill those up with booze smokes lame jokes. But its those memories, the thoughts the dreams which mangle you up, twist your guts beyond all recognition. These memories have a way of getting way more amplified, when you are alone, when you are in a new city, in the midst of new faces. The fact that you have to keep your emotions in check so that somebody you don't know doesn come to know that you are feeling vulnerable. The fact that radio has to play some new songs and you suddenly find meaning in its lyrics. You just want to sing along and let go of all the emotions you been bottling up in the confines of your house. Try and find an answer to how and where things went wrong. You bring in all the guilt present in this guilty world and you take it upon yourself to carry it on your already weary...