Bats love stamps...

Oh look at this!!! this should be the way people meet and get to know each other... there r vampires and werewolves everywhere but we need to know their pleasant side too...
So, "come to the dark side ...and get free cookies" is not the moral of this story....
The moral could rather be...if there's a bat sitting on ur ceiling, please, o please take care of your stamps...
i didnt wanna pull off the real life 'CET' analogy of what the real moral is...damn its so frustrating!!!

Out with the Old and In with the New

We all have feelings of attachment to things, people or places. It may be some toy or the city we grew up in or friends or a real close friend. But when we move on to newer places or start with another leg of our journey of life, should we still carry these feelings of attachment with us?

It would be best if we rather forget the old and open our minds for fresh ideas, different people, new places or even a new boy/girl friend. When it is said that it is this attachment to the old that hampers development and slows down progress of the society, the same also works for the individual life too. We must learn to respect the old and learn from it and not drag it along with us into the future.
If you had any great experience when in school, leave it there. If you had any friend with whom you talked to daily then but don't talk to now, forget him. that friend is probably better off without you and you are better off without him. Unless you are going to go back to where you started with, what is the point of harbouring such feelings? It is nothing but a waste of our time, mind and energy.

Why Not Me???????????????

After spending upwards of Rs. 1000 on birthday gifts and presents in total on various persons of our class, why is it that N5 has got nothing for his birthday??????? Even after a big treat where everyone was invited, though only few came N5 desperately needs a watch(preferably digital), so someone should help him.

who killed the Lord?

He cried out in vain,yes he did
I watched with glee while
your King begged for mercy:
I was around when he had a moment;
of doubt and pain,I watched with glee.

I am the sinner's saint,
I am the divine and the diabolic,
I am the blessed and the accursed,
I am the darkness of the lids and the light of the world,
I am the void of the mind and the substance of the universe,
I am and I am not ,all that is and is not.

Far reaches of the pit and above the clouds I rule.
There's no truth in me,for behold I am the eternal truth.

Gods I have made and gods I have unmade,
I am the son of god and I am his father;
for I am the god created and the god creator.

He cried out in vain,yes he did
I watched with glee while
your King begged for mercy:
I shouted out"who killed the Lord?",
when after all,it was you and me.



- three lines inspired(edited,not lifted:)...three lines out of twenty one..that makes it 15% inspiration and 85% perspiration) from Sympathy for the Devil

Help Me I'm too sober.

Me has been sober since gawd knows when nd need sumthing to lighten me up.

help!!!!!!!

suggest something. something good. no local mallu crap.

KALLAR!!!!!...nature's "magic unveiled"...

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It was a glorious day...

The skies were clear; clear enough for the morning sun to set your alarm clock blush in his radiance... and take over by shining on your open-mouthed sleeping face...

Flowers were in full bloom; full enough to humble the infamous Axe-effect as bees, butterflies, birds and Axe-runners charged towards them...and the guy who had emptied Axe all over his torso stood alone in "no-woman's" land, defeated and subdued...

The markets looked strong; strong enough for beggars and tramps outside the BSE complex in Dalal Street to grow rich by evening...rich enough to shake their booties in mockery at the mighty Ambanis...

The mood was exuberant; exuberant enough for workshop instructors to forget that their work alone was worship...and exuberant enough to set them dancing merrily to the tune of 'Kajra Re, Kajra Re...'

The day was so filled with a strange "peace", that even "Santha"kumaran Sree"santh" realised for the first time that his name said it all...

The atmosphere was of happy reunion; eventful enough that when Rajnikanth's engines stopped abruptly during mid-flight, he remembered to fall down...and gravity became friends with him again...(they'll be married next autumn...hey, u r also invited!!!)

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Yes, the grand day was finally here...celebrations filled the world...
wading through knee-deep water..slipping from mossy rocks...taking hospitality from a bubbly waterfall...we turned gay (strictly in the medieval sense of the world, as implemented by Shakespeare and Wordsworth in their "straight" pieces of literary work)...we turned gay and happy and rejoiced the gift of nature that the kallar river had to offer eight "innocent" boys and their respective shaddies...(also spelt shaddys or schadees)...new spelling suggestions will be entertained because its everybody's birthright to own one...

The celebration was of that very birthright...the energy and vigour of "Team Shaddy" enchanted the beauty of the forest... and wild animals, elephants, tigers, deer, langurs, peacocks, wild asses (and some policemen) came to watch the show...the display of the meaning of life... portrayed well enough to enliven into the jungle's magic a new zest for adventure and gay-spirit...(medieval usage again...mind u, Shakesy and Wordsy weren't gross)

The Eight Liberated Men (er..us!!), glided next into the joy of returning home, carrying wonderful memories that would inspire nostalgic reminiscence( wha..??)...we rode faster than the river, faster than the wind...fast enough that we had to slow down whenever turnings approached... fast enough that we had to step on the brakes when we realized that the lorry coming towards us had two extremely gay drivers in full booze...celebrating...
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wondering where the brackets and the medieval-times hint have gone this time??? don't worry...those two drivers r not part of Team Shaddy at all...but since its a happy day, we forgive u for everything, u careless drivers...oops, one of them was actually a policeman who got picked up on the way by the driver... we got the tip-off that they were rushing home to watch the wrestling match on TV....see??? everybody's so full of life...oh! what a beautiful world...

hey but not everybody's happy...the AXE guy must be still desp... coming to think of it, AXE would have worked out on Nitish N5...man he was the only one wearing a flaming red shaddy and Axe would have worked wonders on him... if a guy ever says he loves mobiles and bikes, he's just too shy to admit his best interest...

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ON A SERIOUS NOTE...
Kallar's an awesome place...the perfect weekend-getaway for a group of boys...but if u r looking forward to a family trip, there r more suitable places further uphill...yup, between kallar n ponmudi...

The day ended well; ended well enough for us to relive "the magic unvieled" in our dreams...and relive it well enough to wake up next morning, unable to move a limb...

Anyways, "HAIL SHADDY!!!"

the cet chapter

this post is adi's ...but as that ass doesn't know his way to this part of our world ,i m posting it

STATUTORY WARNING:
Reading the following scribblings may affect your logical thinking(presuming you have something atleast relatively close to it ,attending your economics class might have helped ) and you may eventually find yourself entertaining the inmates of a high security asylum in an undisclosed location in the writers homeland where he is currently..well...writing..or atleast claims to be doing so(the thirty or so rather unceremoniously dumped paper sheets are a proud witness to this feat).

THE CET EFFECT

In the search for something far greater than distilled vanilla flavour in pure unadulterated bullshit,scientists noted that....oh!so the unreasonable psyche of cet students huh? the reason why most of them seem to be happy and gleeful for practically nothing....considering the fact that most of them are knee deep in classified shit like supplies,pain-in-the-respectable-areas teachers and so on....

Now that we have led ourselves to such an important question lets try to find an answer to this question mark looming large over our little hunny-bunny heads...by the way i shall lead the way ,and the rest of you can follow me in the hope that atleast some of you will trip over stones and grow some sense...umm so here goes

happiness factor(h.f) α family factor(parties,bags of money,no ranting and braying)
α college life(sutta,booze,birdwatching(hic....hic))
α friend factor(sensible folks)
α 1/studies(duh! do i have to explain?)

the great Indian supplie factor(s.f)
α no of affairs(a guy has got to do what he has to..yea right)

α % of attendance(possibly greek or hebrew,origin unknown)
α family factor(rantings,brayings,dancing on your nerves)
α 1/studies(groan.....)

deriving a common relation(damn we are good at this)...

s.f *h.f=(college life)*(affairs)*(attendance) / (studies)

now improving the formula cet-ishtyle

1-college life is basically sutta and booze...bird watching is a dying art...and the artist cant be blamed for this if all they get to see is bird droppings and short circuited-grilled birds

2-since no one understands what attendance means we remove it altogether,assuming it to be related to the Nigerian feeding bottle mafia that clearly has got nothing to do with cet

3-studies....groan not again...assuming half of them study and the other half don't, we reach a state of perfect inactivity(where were i when newton needed me!?)...an astounding zero

4-supplies...the more the merrier...frankly its a frantic race to the top..even the gladiators couldn't have found out a better reason to kill...s.f=k*h.f


so basically s.f * h.f = blah blah blah/(studies)
= blah blah blah/0

k*(h.f )^2 = blah blah blah/0
h.f =α

happiness is infinite...hence proved

Friends,the moves are on to declare us a new species...but then we knew it all the way along right?
By the way if you are wondering about the accuracy of this analysis,seriously man get a life and be happy...

this,that and nothing more.....

Life can sometimes be such a holy pain in the arse...it has been so,for the past one month and it has acted out its part pretty well...well,i mean my precious arse is an unholy little nightmare now.
Life these days is seriously bitchy and keeping in mind the fact that i have always been a cat person,we don't agree at all....no matter what.
OCD is literally eating me up,and i seriously cant stand this shit any longer.If it were not for my itchy Prozac and yucky Xanax,honestly i would have cracked up by now....As of now i am limited to seeing grand old statues shitting on poor unsuspecting crows and pigeons;and seeing elves walking dutifully under my bed to clear off the dust.And close behind,grabbing the second position is my new fear of kidnappers;seriously i am shit scared and i have bought myself a giant inflatable ape, currently proudly flashing its hairy self in my room,to scare away the kidnappers.
To top it all,I am suffering from a serious bout of writer's block.I feel like puking all over the place
Damn !!!! either mom dropped me on my head when i was young or i hit my head on the cradle or i got a sucker punch from the feeding bottle

fuck life

Life: as we were told

...... but I do not love the bright sword for it sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend....-Unknown


when the light goes out,its just two of you...you and all those stuff that you are scared of.Thats pretty much how life has been for the past one month.It has been constant struggle for one whole month;the soldier is barely alive.He was battered,crushed,and churned inside out.If it were not for his one yellow-green companion and his other white companion,he would not have made it to this end of the river.The undercurrents definitely did more harm than help.

Its still all a haze.Its still foggy,acrid and stifling: and he can still feel the blood and the constant clash of metal on metal.One month of total absence from the being........a detour from life.

But it did little help;he did not come out a hero,not rich ,nor enlightened;but weaker and less stable, torn between indecision and helplessness.The soldier needs some sleep now.This is not the end nor the beginning.The winds shall blow again and the waters shall run far and deep,but its time for him to rest....to give a rest to all the burdens.Someone else must carry them now,his job is done.Its time for him to fall...fall prey to the cosmic conspiracy


He does not know why he had been doing it all his life,but he had to,for there was no one else to do it

"Those who danced were thought quite mad by those who could not hear the music." - Angela Monet