BE IDIOT SAFE

Hello friends....long time no see. Or as they say to fellow sailors. Eh mate!!!
What I am going to tell you about is no secret, as then I wouldn't be telling you abut it....just kidding. It's about the idiots you encounter on the road daily... amateurs driving recklessly, people jaywalking on the  road, spitting in the middle of the road, breaking traffic rules and taking pride in it, and making your lives miserable in the process.

Ever stop to think a solution to this? Is it education? No, most of the people are pretty educated and yet we see them engaging in this behavior, don't expect government to add traffic rules in curriculum of over-burdened children. Is it slow driving? To an extent, but then time is not always at your disposal, and in today's life, you can't risk spending more time on journey than on your destination....So, what is it? Friends, it is tires. YES!!! TIRES WITH SUPERIOR GRIP!! made for Indian roads that support your handling and braking and keep you safe from the idiots on road.

To know more, and be safe, visit http://tinyurl.com/29zelet 


Be safe, Be idiot safe!!!

pull ups are stupid!!!

Who the hell invented pullups??? No, i am serious... and i say it seriously, and i mean it. Pullups are worthless. Personally i believe all exercises are waste of energy that is better utilised somewhere, sorry, anywhere else.
We eat food because we like it, we need it. It gives us energy and makes us happy. Also, it costs us money. It is an investment, and by doing exercise we are just squandering away all that energy, and money. My heart aches when i think of all the loss people have been undergoing believing it is going to help them....
To the guys who like to do pull-ups, brag about them to their friends and jerk-off to their own masculinity...i only have one thing to say. Pull-ups don't make you stud, they make u look stupid!!!!

this is stupid....

stupider....

stupid 10 on a scale of 10......

Congratz!!! you just broke the eternal scale of stupidity by trying to do pull-ups...

Even more than a monkey, because with them it is a natural thing, while with you, it looks like you trying to save your ass from getting burned from an imaginary fire beneath you.....

So, next time you have an urge to do a pull-up, try to be smarter. And if you just decide to laugh it off, you will lose your grip and will have sore muscles for days.


P.S.: 98% of people who decide not to take this blog seriously cannot do even a single pull-up anyway.....

of head and shoulders

sorry for the crappy topic!!! and for those who are new....sorry for the crappy post in advance. I have been looking for a good topic for a long time now (hey wait!! wasn't i doing the same before my last post, and the one before that, and the...oh!! never mind..). So i took up a challenge, i decided to close my eyes and write on whatever i saw first(after opening my eyes, of course, no points if you raised an objection there.) cz its been a long while since i have taken my eyes off my screen now. So i did the exercise and the first thing i laid my eyes on was...well....take a guess, i'm not going to spoil it for you.

Now why would any guy in his sane mind think of writing over a shampoo? Well its actually like this, its my favourite brand of shampoo, rest either i find too girly, too gay, too lesbo(wait!! there is no criteria for lesbo things and lesbo behaviour, y dis atrocity on two guys in love??), bad smelling, bad advertising, oh-not-so-good wrapping, too costly, too cheap, too marxist.... for my taste) And yes!! cz i rule!!!

Also, i am gonna use that shampoo until i figure out what its name could actually mean. I mean, head and shoulders.. the first thought that comes to my mind is that of a medieval axe-bearing giant horse-rider that takes masochistic pleasure in cutting people's heads off...from their shoulders. I have asked my friends about it( wont tell their names here, not for secrecy, they are not just that important) and they told me it was because it targets dandruff which shows on your head and shoulders....and i believed them....for about 5 seconds before i yelled FAGGOTS!!! in their face. Dandruff doesn't just show on ur head and shoulders, it is something you see in the ads of a shampoo(guess which) and people are idiots for believing that. I infact have better names for  such a product, like upper torso or something like that.

The only explanation i can think of is that it is bought due to advertisements that mess with people's heads and put more of a burden on their shoulders. And i think it makes bitches out of guys too. Don't believe me?? Here are few of the responses recorded when a survey was conducted by ALL SHAMPOO SOCIETY OF INDIA on men using this shampoo:-

• I just hate this shampoo.
• It gets into my eyes when i am showering.
• It gives white foam, i like strawberry coloured foam more. 
• It doesn't have honeydew smell.
• They don't give lufa with it.
• It makes my hair oily for 15 minutes more than that other shampoo.
• It's so mean.
• :(

Goodbye and goodluck to all the fellas who are using it....




P.S. : 96% of the surveyed guys burst into tears when asked about their last girlfriends.

Condemned to Smile....

Its been a few days now. Or maybe weeks. Probably months. Time holds no meaning for me anymore. Nor does this eternal river hold any charm for me. Ramifications of the simplest of my undertakings, the unforeseen consequences of my purest actions, and my pessimism seem to have finally conquered my spirit, my enthusiasm, my vigour that i felt were so necessary for my survival. Which i had taught myself to preserve at all costs, for if they broke, i feared, i will too. Who knows, even my life could end, for what use is a life that has no aim, no zeal, no motto.

But as i take a look at the past, and my life, as a movie, floats by my eyes, various events, that then mattered so much to me.... now, reduced to memories, glimpses that i could so easily do without, I find that it was all a lie. The survival instinct that nature has weaved into our genes... is stronger than anything we learn consciously. It can make us break all rules that we surround ourselves in to make our lives comfortable, it can make us rip open that coccon that we feel so safe tucked into, maybe we become a butterfly, maybe we die, but the coccon breaks when it has to. We forfeit our learnings, and customs, and everything we hold dear, when life calls.

But maybe I am taking too generalized view of the world. Maybe I have been born with a rat's instincts, that ask me to leave the ship when it is about to sink. And among my fellow human beings i may find people who value their beliefs above their lives...but sadly, i'm not.

My philosophies of life, or whatever remains of that broken castle, still try to persuade me to sit down, gather everything that has fallen apart, and embark upon a new journey... but my legs  are too tired, my breath comes in gasps, my hands can no more lift that lantern that shows me my way, my eyes cannot perceive what they see... I want my rest, I desperately need it, or else my life may dwindle to nothing.

And yet, I find myself in a crowded market, people bustling around in all directions, hurrying, hurrying towards the unknown, or maybe they know. I dont feel it is right to laugh at others for what i was incapable of doing. This crowd will sweep me off my feet unless i stand tall, there is no side-walk on the road of life. We all have to struggle through the crowd. My eyes fill up with water, i don't understand why. And yet I know, if I find a familiar face, it will look at me for approval, for appreciation. Each glance that i get, has the blaze of expectations from me.

Lonely, tired, broken, in this city crowd, I am condemned to smile....

Of sobs and sniffles....

Tears.... the beautiful, subtle expressors of an overdose of feelings that we find too taxing on our nerves. Tears!! The watery saline or alkaline fluid secreted by the lacrimal glands that, along with secretions from the meibomian glands and goblet cells and glands of Zeii, moisten the conjunctiva and cornea. The drops that break hearts, end wars, win friends, end enimities, show pain, make us human....blah blah blah.. I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

No, seriously, i'm totally and uncontrollably pissed off at being subjected to bleary-eyed, pussilanimous, fellow human beings, who just can't seem to get over their feelings or in better words, who cannot find harmony in their being, or to put it in much better way, who cannot find the tranquility and strength in their souls and bliss and joy and radiance that surrounds them or in best words that have occured to me yet, well, those who just cannot CUT THE CRAP!!!

I know I maybe coming out as an insensitive guy ( please remind me when i last gave a damn about what you thought!!), but seriously, i have seen enough crying to last for a lifetime. And i'm not talking about you girls. Oh no no no... Tears add up to your beauty, they are your biggest arsenal against the big, bad, mean world out there. And we will do anything to prevent you from crying, well, unless we are seriously pissed off, in which case do try to take some time and listen to us first... but i digress. What i am talking about, and what pisses me off more than waxing my thigh hair(i don't do it, just made an imaginative guess about it), is to look at a guy crying. I mean, common, whatever happened to all the muffled cried in toilets and washrooms?? You getting senti, go and bawl your intestines out in one of the perfumed cubicles. But please do not cry infront of us. You know why? Cz no matter what crap you have been fed up to your nose about finding your feminine side, trusting your emotions, (waxing chest, blah blah) and how it makes you more of a complete man, trust me, it's bullshit, and gay. What it makes makes is probably more a hermaphrodite than a complete man.

What i want to say is, its ok to cry(if you are still a pansy enough to continue doing so after being told so much), but don't make a living out of it. Get up, brush off the dirt from that impeccably tailored suit, and meet the challenges life throws at you head-on. And next time someone abuses you, make it a point to punch him in the nose, it will feel wayyy better. trust me...

use your sleep…. to improve your life

Friends, how many times has it happened that you went to bed in the night feeling sick of your life, broken, tired, and woke up the next day feeling the same, or worse, worse than before. If this has never happened to you, you are among the lucky few and can use this information to help others, if you have felt it happening in your life, well you can use it to see the magic of life.
Sleep, is a beautiful creation, period. I am not going to go into details of who created it- lord almighty or some smart gene during the period of evolution through which living organisms have been passing for millions of years now- because it can lead us astray into a totally different direction than we intend to. What i want to tell here is that how you can utilize it to obtain results that have been eluding you, and improve your life, and be happy.
Just to clarify a point, there is no happier or happiest in the type of happiness i am talking about. It is not comparative like the difference of winning a 1000$  or winning a 1000000$.  It should not involve moving forward because we hate where we are and what we have currently, and it certainly should not be seen as equivalent to being lulled into a state where you slip into a self-induced coma and become ignorant of your surroundings. The happiness i am talking about involves you, reaching your goals without furrowing your brows over your circumstances. For if the goal is really desirable, the journey should be too.
So, coming back to our discussion. How exactly can we use our sleep? And to what purpose? After all it is just meant to be a transition period from one day to another, right? Wrong!! Sleep is the time when a person’s body tries to heal all the breakage it has undergone during the period of the day. I know you knew that. But the wealth lies in knowing, how does it do it? Who tells it what to do and how? Who tells it what steps to take so that the body is ready to face another day of work…. It’s your inner brain, your sub-conscious mind. What is this subconscious mind? It is the same part of your brain that helps you in eating without thinking about how food will move through your intestines, breathing without having worry to circulate oxygen to your various body parts, and sweating when you see a beautiful girl. It is this mind that we will try to explore.
What we really need is to control the thoughts that enter this mind. During sleep your primary brain, from which you think, is at rest, so your sub-conscious, is directly approachable. You need to use this time in your benefit. Make sure that just before going to sleep, you chalk out what you want to do the next day. Start with simple things, it always helps. Next, you must monitor what you are thinking, the thoughts you have just before going to sleep are going to be there all night, cause no new thinking is to be done in the meanwhile. So if you are angry, frustrated, sad, depressed, dejected, broken-hearted or in any other negative mood, just stop thinking about it and think of one thing that makes you happy. It could be anything, your girlfriend, your friends, a trip you recently took with your friends, your parents, but it should lift your mood. Now focus on this memory and this is what you should be thinking when you sleep. You will feel the difference the very next day. You would have enjoyed your sleep after a long time, you will be invigorated, and most of all, you will be ready to meet out challenges of the day with a warm smile.
Why am i writing this? Two reasons, i have been pretty depressed for a large part of my life and now when i turn back and look, i see soooo many opprtunities that i missed due to it, so much more i could have done. Retrospection is a useful turn if we do not want history to repeat itself.

What I felt about Rock On!!!

Everyone loved rock on!!! There was everything in it that a successful film wants to be, well, successful. I went to see the movie in the local mall,(which i rarely do….piracy rocks!!) with all the stars in its ratings dazzling infront of my eyes and all the hype of the movie submerging every other sound that this world has been able to produce. Well, to make a long story short, this is what I witnessed:-
Farhan akhtar, a guy with three friends who dreams of making a successful rock band, though the lead singer can shoot a flock of birds with his voice and other guys seem pretty dejected wondering how the hell they came to be sitting beside such strange looking instruments. With a beautiful song the scene ends. I was still pretty enthusiastic.
Next we see the lives of various band members who have “by odd games of fate” been separeted from each-other. The lead singer Farhan akhtar goes on carrying his daily life in a pretty bored manner, and I was left wondering why…..that was…until the film introduces us to his wife. Prachi is someone (yupp, all we know about her is that she is farhan’s wife, “and pretty bored and boring”, till the end of film). She carries an expression that would make anyone seeing her get an instant emotional turmoil, guaranteed!! After this I started losing track of things……
Somehow someday she ends up meeting an old friend of farhaan who due to some reason believes that everybody with his 10 year old friends name is his 10 year old friend whom he hasn’t met for 10 years. After meeting her Prachi has a  sudden desire to go through cleaning and re-arranging of her house, which she has probably postponed since her marriage as she comes upon a hitherto unnoticed box that farhaan packed 10 years ago and forgot to unpack.I started feeling drowsy…
We saw a few flashbacks into past of the bosom friends that together formed Magik, this was the name of their band. They were best friends and so close that they always ended up bathing together in ponds while their girlfriends watched….. :O or would go and get photographs taken in weird places like empty swimming pools….for reasons not discussed in the movie..
Arjum Rampal , the hot-headed, alpha male, king of…whatever, has now grown a beautiful lock of hair that would make more than a few girls jealous…..and lives happily playing his guitar while his wife does all the work…an inspiration for people like me….His wife manages a fishery, refuses adamantly to pay her employees and looks pretty senti about the fact that all she has to weat are fishes……hmmm..something smells fishy
Meanwhile, Prachi(farhaan’s bored wife) decides to throw a party and invite all of Farhaan’s friends…Farhaan is visibly disappointed, he hoped for something more “exciting” probably..
We see that the band was broken due to some petty reason like Farhaan taking up all the footage in their music video and agreeing to not letting Arjun’s girlfriend do styling in it and Arjun Rampal getting angry and beating the director(producer ?) to a pulp over it….and all the people around me definitely felt that it was Arjun’s fault….haah!!
Then by some cruel joke of fate the band decides to reunite and re-create the magic of MAGIK (which , for all practical purposes, never existed in the first place).
Suddenly when everything seemed to be coming to an end (I was sooooo happy) Luke Kenny suddenly becomes terminally ill, in a matter of hours and gives a serious jolt to reuniting of band. On the other hand, Arjun Rampal’s wife is in tears trying to put some sense into him that he has a family to look after and so he should do the work on a cruise. Frankly, I would learn guitar if I had a chance to go on a cruise but Arjun has heart of gold. He decides to leave his wife an the middle of a traffic jam to join his friends in the performance they are delivering. And somehow manages to reach there on foot well in time..
Well they play the song, Luke dies( dont laugh!!!), and everyone else seems to be living pretty happily, though i still wonder how the radical change in their life-styles was, in anyway, affected by reuniting of the band, unless of course Farhaan started looking after Arjun’s family as well..
I could have cried when I left the movie……..

I have a question….

Friends, i have a question. It is not something i want answer for, it is not a question that needs an answer. In fact, this question has it’s power unless you do not answer it, but it has power if you mull over it, roll it between the chop-sticks of your brain unless you know what the answer should be. Itn is a life-tansforming question, but you have to live in the question, keep it with you always. Don’t try to ignore it, if you can answer it you are going in right direction, but if you have to cook something up to answer it, you may need to re-focus and re-consider the path you are taking.
Do you know that this is the only life you are going to get? Even if you believe in the law of re-incarnation, the only life that you are going to be aware of? If you believe in god, this life is the best gift he had to offer to you, and if you do not, this life is the most precious thing you possess, the means to achieve everything you want. It is the only thing that you have that truly belongs to you in real sense. It is something that only you are accountable for, you want it or not. I am sure that till now i have not raised any question that might leave you stumped, or made any point that anyone else cannot arrive after five minutes of serious thinking.
Now i want to ask you, if you are aware of value of life, if you know that what moments of life you have spent are not going to come back to you no matter wat you do, and if you are aware of the fact that only you are ultimately going to be the person who gains or suffers from whatever happens in his life, why is it that you waste your life worrying over things? Did not understand me…. Answer the following then… What logic do you follow when you allow yourself to be disturbed by what someone said to you at work? What makes you deprive yourself of a good night’s sleep over a fight you had with someone? What makes you go into fits of depression, loneliness, worthlessness, etc. whenever you face an unwanted, yet unavoidable circumstance in your life? Have you realised that the hour you spent going berserk at what your husband said could have been well utilised in something productive? All i want to tell you is that you have a choice for every moment you live, every breath that you take, every thought that comes to you(yes they do not keep cropping up on their own, as many people would have you believe, you will get to know how to avoid them as well, keep reading my articles), it is upto you that whether you are ready to realise this fact or not.
I will give you an example. Visualize that you are in a very bad mood, feel the anger, hatred, revulsion seeping through you body. Easy, isn’t it? Now, smile!! Don’t ask me why, don’t look at me for reasons, and please don’t exhale in exasperation. Smile without any reason. You will feel yourself losing track of your negative thoughts. Now try to think of smething good. It does not need to be related to your current problem. It could be a treasured childhood memory, or something you would like to do that you think would make you happy (No need to tell me, keep it personal). Now keep thinking of these thoughts for five minutes. I can guarantee you that after this you will be in a considerably better mental state and you will be able to tackle the problem more effectively. You may even get to take a whole new approach which you may have neglected hitherto.
What i want to tell you is that it is your choice that makes your life. You can choose to make whatever you want of the moment you are in, and life is nothing but a succession of moments at your disposal. I would like to end the discussion with a beautiful thought i happened to come across a few days back… “What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more’ … Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: ‘You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.”

I wish i could forget “A WALK TO REMEMBER”

Hi all!!!
I don’t know where you people live and what you do but if you are into hollywood movies, romantics, that is, or have ever been bored, or have a love relationship brewing… you must have seen A WALK TO REMEMBER.
I am not much into romantics, not for a long time now, but i was pestered and battered into viewing this movie by all my friends in college, and frankly, i was tired of being mocked at every social gathering as i had not seen THE movie. So, i now know how badly peer-pressure can effect lives of innocent children, almost ruining them.
I was a bit apprehensive, like a virgin girl is on her first night, and feigns to be on rest of her first nights. I started low, saw the review on imdb.com . It’s a good site by the way, as far as information about movies is concerned, but i am learning to go by my gut feeling rather than views of emotional wrecks that love this movie. The review i read started with the guy telling that he cried as he came out of the movie. AND I WENT BY HIS INSTINCTS…..no amount of repentance can absolve my sins now.
But, i digress. So, i downloaded it from a torrent( and shattered a thousand copyright infringement laws along the way, i suppose) and after waiting for about 6 hours( damn my isp, actually i was sleeping so no offence taken). As i started the movie, i thought i would love it. The guy was actually handsome(keep feigning surprise over my sexual orientation), and was someone with attitude. He was one in a group of friends who are considered elites…you all know about it, don’t you. And a noob(newbie) was trying to get in. So he had a dare to fulfill, jump from a high platform into a reservoir below. I had my fingers between my teeth due to sheer excitement. To tell the truth i was expecting meter long cast iron spikes just below the water surface, maybe there were. But the guy just hit some damn pipe and was knocked unconscious, a miracle actually considering the height, but if people choose to ignore it, well, i am no Moses.
This was the most interesting part, from here the movie tends to spiral downhill. All his friends escape but our mr. good has to jump in water to save the kid. I mean, comme on. He had police at his heels. Even if he didn’t jump, they would have saved him faster than he could, along with applying resuscitation techniques, which he comfortably ignored while he ran to save his…..behind( Don’t want my blog to be restricted from viewers who need it most).
Scene change, he is given jobs of community service like part-time janitor and acting. It broke my heart!!! Another talent wasted. And what sorted of twisted community is this? And what sort of a demented person was this principal, to extend such a physically taxing duty to a guy on crutches…And he has to teach a guy who is interested in sports, though hardly seems to be good there as well looking at his fitness level.
He is also supposed to go to church where he sees the daughter of minister, who has the most beautiful voice you will ever hear, and so innocent…sry, had to blow my nose…got emo.
FFWD, she is also seen 2 b in the same tutoring school as him, as well as the acting school, and sits on a seat beside him uninvited and starts disturbing him when he is listening to a song, hmmmm…. too many coincidences??? A female stalker??? A femme fatale??? Definitely weird. Keep thinking….
So, our hero is no good with the guy he is supposed to teach, nor with the play in which he is supposed to lead…umm, a point, why did the mam ask him to lead when he was a novice?  Did she want the play to be a flop? Did she have hots for our hero, as his black friend said while they were rehearsing lines( Don’t remember? BAD BAD DOGGY!! Go watch the movie again).  A conspiracy conveniently forgotten. But it was not a subject to be dealth by the picture anyway.
As our guy’s acting class is over and he is left stranded in the middle of nowhere, with his friend who was supposed to pick him up nowhere to be seen ( most probably a flat tire, but they show it as if he did it on purpose, and to show us how the friends he had made were all false, and…blah,blah,blah!!!!), so he asks our cute heroine to hitch him along, which she does happily…i begin to seriously suspect her.
Our hero is having a trouble with his lines, so he asks our heroine to help him with them, which she agrees to, with an attitude of-course. I would have shoved the papers up her…. then and there, but the hero is being paid not to do so, and so the story continues. He comes to know about her little itsy bitsy teeny weeny cuchy puchy girlie wishes as they start working together, which range from being in two places at once to getting a tatoo… I was having a head-ache listening to them, and putting up with her fake innocent smile. Felt like bashing her teeth everytime she parted her lips.
Well his swallowing his pride led to nothing as she got upset over a trifle matter and refused to help him. So he had to do everything by himself. Maybe he liked her attitude, maybe he wanted to get even with her, or maybe for the few million the producer was offering, he fell in love with her.
Well the play is a success, he kisses her in the end, i had bet Rs. 50 that it would be a french, but it was not. I had bet with myself anyway so no real harm done there. He meets his father who we come to know is a cardiologist, has a successful wife, is as smart as our hero despite his age, and his job clearly explains presence of a car inn the hero’s house-hold, as i had begun suspecting foul play. Who wouldn’t in a family where the guy is studying and mother is doing no job, none during the daytime atleast.
Our hero gifts her a sweater, since her father won’t, probably thought it a bad investment as she was going to die soon anyway. Busts his friend’s nose over a fake photoshop job done. I had my blood boiling at that scene. I mean, were they f**kin bastards? What sort of a person does something like that? Honestly, with a photoshop job taat bad, i won’t even keep it on my hdd, least of all printout its flyers. And i am a novice in photoshop >( .
Nest, our hero asks her out, takes permission from her senile old father by quoting bible, which he had mocked not long ago, and takes on as his personal achievement to fulfill the girl’s dreams, in very interesting ways. (The girl could have at least demanded a tatoo somewhere more interesting, just for the sake of our hero, no personal motives involved, but she should have…). And they kiss on there first night out, which makes me bang my head for not being born in america.
Then comes the twist. Our hero is taking the heroine in a deserted alley (don’t ask me what’s there to mention about it, think on your own), when she tells him that she has leukemia, and runs away, while our hero is left seething, torn, broken-hearted, ripping and tearing his hair…boohoo
He goes to his father to ask help, and seeths when he is told that he is a cardiologist, and can’t do much about cancer. So kids, that tells you to focus more on your study than chick’s legs.
Rest is pretty stereo-typed. He forgives her, not that it mattered much, and proceeds to fulfill rest of her dreams, and marries her(Smart move,boy!!). The movie ends with our hero getting into medical school and visiting his father-in-law. Landon says he wished Jamie could see her miracle. Her father tells that he was her miracle. Movie ends. Everyone leaves teary-eyed. And I leave with so much to spill in my mind.

(WARNING: Contains Spoilers!!)

first love…guy view (third person)

First love!!! Ahhh… what a feeling!! what an emotion!! what a power!! It is something that people have tried to define for centuries, and yet it’s definition remains as elusive as it was when the first poet sat down to describe what he felt about his beloved.
Its a beautiful friday morning in greater noida… as beautiful as they get here. I am writing this blog on suggestion of one of my  good friends, who recently has taken into an unfounded belief about my blogging skills. And i sit infront of my pc, in a mood that i don’t know how to describe, other than in most beautiful words of william wordsworth:

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind

Love, is a power, a force, and having been a student of physics i know that love should bring changes. Shakespeare has said!!

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove

So love is something exalted, pure, saviour of your soul. LOVE IS ….. CRAP!!!!

I personally have seen a lot of love relations, mainly from guy’s eyes, as, let’s face it, i am not the type that girls would wanna be friends with, or who would even try to make friends for no reason. I have seen lives being altered by love. And not in the good way. Maybe shakespeare was right when he said love needs no alterations, but common dude!! that was 400 years ago. People don’t even wear shirts without altering it. All of my friends who have been in love, whether they are still in a relationship or not, they have changed. These changes are gradual, but permanent. Let us look into it walking the same road…

Nobody, knows why we fall in love. But the point is established, WE FALL!! A guy maybe friend with the girl, or maybe he just eyed her while walking down the pavement, but when calamity strikes, he falls. He is suddenly more aware of his looks than he ever was, thus leaving a poor mother wondering how the hell her beloved son is suddenly hell-bent on taking showers twice a day, joining a gym, and the latest trend…. using creams and lotions that he hitherto condemned for being girly, or metrosexual. But it happens, guys get rid of the wardrobe they had hand-picked with care(Yeah gals!!! even we are serious about what we wear, even though your eyes cannot see beyond the smartness of a guy into the purity of his soul).

The next thing that happens, is that he becomes creepy…. well atleast for his friends, who are usually met with the first real challenge that friendship offers them. Suddenly the happy-go-lucky guy, who doesn’t give a damn about anything becomes serious about things like

grades (friends go haha!! for a few times before they start to get the gravity of the situation),

neatness (but dude!! you bathed last week. What’s wrong, your deo ran out?),

abstract topics like, responsibility, expectations, love of parents (oh god!! what will he talk about next, future?? )

starts to like chick flicks ( a walk to remember, notebook…… omg!! is he gay? I should have bought a taser when there was time)

gets sullen, moody, depressed ( dude, what’s wrong with you?? oh please not that sigh again, just tell me you are undergoing periods… i’ll understand)

hairstyle, paunch, underam hair…. the list goes on.

It is at this time that friends start to get, that their friend is in love. They talk to him, give suggestions  (oh yes, you never know your friends had so much depth of character, or that they even possessed a personality, until they start telling you about love).  A guy listens to all suggestions, gives a good thought to all broken hearts and broken people around him, looks at the expectant faces of his parents, feels he will be cheating with them, looks at the bleak aspects he has in future, and after weeks of mulling over how it would be a bad prospect to even hit that girl, goes and proposes her. That is when the journey begins, or for lack of better words.. shit hits the fan.

(to be continued….)

Of doctors n serials.....

Confusing title... eh mate?? well do not beat yourselves to death over it. It's just that i have recently started watching a new tv-series (new for me, but isn't it what really matters in the end?). The name of the series is House M. D. I just watched it's pilot episode (for those of you who refrain from foreign serials as a devoted husband from escort services... pilot is epiosde 1... you know, kinda... at first there was nothing, and then there was light sorta thing). It was probably expected to leave a very good impression on my still-immature-by-my-girlfriend's-standards intellect, leaving my wide-mouthed in awe of doctor house's (yeah, thats the guys name, teeheehee) medical prowess, it actually hit me as a sucker punch, leaving me writhing in agony on floor, wanting to puke my guts out from sheer stupidity that came packed in the forty minute ordeal that i watched even as i wanted to rip my eyeballs from their sockets and put them to better use, like, u know, slip 'em between some girl's cleavage, so that they can live happily ever after.....

Coming onto the serial, Dr. House is a highly suave, urbane, qualified, lovable and caring doctor, who also happens to be a pig-headed, self-assuming, obnoxious, ill-mouthed, eccentric, narcissist, limpin bastard. I know i should not be judgemental(yeah, like i care about what you think i should be, get balls...), but i will call a doctor bastard if he refuses to look after patients, even for four hours a day. The incharge of hospital (didn't get her name, was looking for a pistol to splatter my brains on the screen, though she seemed kinda slutty), wouldn't still fire him, as his reputation was far large to let his career be tarnished by this slight lapse of commitment on his part...(now do you get why i called her slutty?? :wink: :wink:) Also the first patient that comes to her, or the first patient that is shown in the pilot episode, which is supposed to be the best.... has lost her voice due to some seizure attacks and is steadily deteriorating. We are made to believe that her case baffles sup[er-intelligent doctors, who, of course, are candles infront of the sun that dr. House is. So we are left with doctors treating with radiation without any sign of tumour(benign and malignant whatsoever), doctors who laugh and chat beside a patient while she is suffocating inside cat scanner, and doctors who break into her house just cz they think she may not have been entirely truthful with regards to her medical history....Kudos to such doctors!! And Dr. House outshines them all, by diagnosing her correctly in just the third attempt, after the poor girl had resigned from her life... but not without some deeply moving dialogues like "We have to stop all medication to see how fast she dies, in order to know what is causing her to die". I donno about the girl, but i wanted to die...