Monday, December 17, 2007

Brilliance comes first. Girls can wait.

Your EQ is 120

You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.

On an average day, you're quite happy, together, and content. You live your life well.
Your emotions aren't always stable, but you can go along with the ups and downs pretty well.

You tend to be motivated, energetic, focused, and level headed.
You see the world pretty rationally, and you don't tend to over dramatize things. When things are bad, you know they eventually have to get better.

I am the Hunter! see, i have proof!

You are 87% Sagittarius

Beware! worthless earthlings.. here i come!







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Robert Heinlein wrote you - your stranger in a strange land, you.
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Finally ... a look at how old I really am!!!

Age in years 23.57
Age in months 283
Age in days 8604
Age in hours 206499
Age in minutes 12389912
Age in seconds 743394695
Age in Milli seconds 74339469504
Age in weeks 6229
You born on Friday


NOVEMBER traits:
* Has a lot of ideas
* Difficult to fathom
* Thinks forward
* Unique and brilliant
* Extraordinary ideas
* Sharp thinking
* Fine and strong clairvoyance
* Can become good doctors
* Careful and cautious
* Dynamic in personality
* Secretive
* Inquisitive
* Knows how to dig secrets
* Always thinking
* Less talkative but amiable
* Brave and generous
* Patient
* Stubborn and hard-hearted
* If there is a will, there is a way
* Determined
* Never give up
* Hardly become angry unless provoked
* Motivates oneself
* Does not appreciates praises
* High-spirited
* Well-built and tough
* Deep love



WOW!! m so proud of myself!
Thanks for the link, Jay!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Devi!

I rarely sought to really enjoy

The natural comforts of the Indian bus,

Let them be blessed who call I destiny,

But this day chose to be a different one.

Wary of the clitter clatter of the panes,

The disturbing howls of the anxious crew

I preferred to wonder at the green paradise

The fields and the trees that waived as I passed by.

Early in the day, the sun still halfway its course,

I had trudged along the shades,

Shied from the sun, and melted into the crowds.

For hours I had been traveling, and waiting;

The way I have been all through my mortal existence.

I took circles of the galleries, and of the lanes,

For I lacked what I needed the most, a purpose.

My eyes caught the pearls, the beads and the dolls,

The curses and the chatters, the poor in their tatters.

But then they caught her, in all her glory,

And I found my purpose, the one I sought the most.

She was the divine temptress, a long lost beauty.

An apostle of unworldly strength and valour,

Though beauty studded every inch of her flesh.

She beckoned me with her large curved eyes,

And I, the stunned prey, fell into the trap.

I wasn't sure if it was a trap at all,

The charm of her person was too great to resist;

For she was nothing but an image on a paper

A paper that was to be my companion for life.

The bus now entered a winding route,

The shrieks and the howls were long gone.

For this was the highway, where no one lived.

The pleasant wind had now given way to a tempest.

The sun was long gone, but still some light remained,

And all I could see was a storm looming ahead.

I held my breath as the monster approached,

Its arms spread wide to engulf all life.

It soon reached us, and the panes went crashing,

The bus seemed possessed, and devoid of all life.

The storm roared through the machine,

Throwing mere mortals out in the wild.

I held on to a bar, denying the monster its due.

I could taste the sand in my tongue,

And the danger that now loomed.

The tempest was in all her glory,

And I could feel it rise…

My eyes were squeezed shut, my ears had gone wild.

I felt myself in the center f the storm, as if

It only waited for me to let go of the hold.

The bus had taken quite a hammering,

It rolled around in the dust, battered and beaten.

I quizzed myself why I still held on,

My arms were bleeding, the nail went white,

Didn't have a reason why I yearned to survive.

'Stop! Bala!' I heard an inner voice.

Though it was smooth, it prevailed over the vice.

And I felt the blood in my hands return to life.

As if some divine strength pursed my fists to the metal bar.

'Bala!' I heard it again, though much louder this time.

'Spare the boy. Fight your own battles! Face me!'

There was a lightening bolt this time

One that I was too powerless to resist.

My struggle faded off, and I felt myself hurled away.

My frame hit a tree, and I fell dead at its foot.

It was early dawn when I felt my limbs stir.

I had cuts all over. The flesh screamed in pain,

But I was too weak to utter a word.

The storm seemed to have died down,

But it had already taken its toll.

The ground lay strewn with human carcass,

And occasional chunks of twisted metal.

Of the trees, the leaves wee all gone,

The highway now looked like a pale desert.

Te silence was deadly, and I could hear myself breathe.

I could now feel the blood returning to my limbs,

As reason slowly dawned over my senses.

I opened my eyes wider, for my vision was still blurred,

And my jaws dropped in awe for what my eyes did behold.

Beyond the twisted remains of the monster bus,

The mangled faces still staring in dead shock,

I saw a tall figure in the hazy distance.

I could sense it walking towards me.

The figure grew larger as it approached me,

And I saw the shiny black amour perched on her skin.

Her hair reached to her knees, and lay disheveled,

Like she had been through quite a struggle.

But there was no cut on her, and no sign of a limp.

Her costume left untouched by the surrounding smoke.

Her elegant steps brought her closer, and I saw her eyes,

And I instantly recognized the divine beauty.

She had victory written all over her,

And I could notice her sparkling eyes and the curves around her lips.

I saw blinding strips of white light emanate from her arms,

And the obvious white strip on her forehead.

She was nothing but divinity personified.

She came nearer, and finally stopped at a distance,

So I could behold her superior harm and magnificence.

She was the one who fought the tempest, and had devoured it.

The one who saved me from certain death.

She was the purpose I yearned for all my life,

The lone candle that could stand all darkness.

She of the healing touch, and of divine love.

She, was Devi.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Tried to write some new stuff... n in a different way! Lets hope I'll pull this off!

Maybe acting profane was what I thoughht I was supposed to do. Had a couple of rude things happen to me this afternoon before I could smell a whiff of the troubles ahead. First thing I did when I got out of bed was to land straight down on the wet floor. Stuck my foot on the bed post, I guessed. And I landed flat on my chest… and had to punch my nose straight before I got myself breathing again.

The sun was breathing down on my head when I walked out. Didn’t take long to realize it was noon, and was pretty bad at it. My arms were wet before I could gun my bitch. She’s a rough ride; got a round face and a stained YAMAHA written across her bulge. She took a while to get started, maybe I was upon her a bit too soon. Didn’t care much though, she always gets along that way.

Stopped at a bakery some 300 yards off my garage, and grabbed some bread for the evening toast… realized I already had a goat freezing herself back in my kitchen, so didn’t go any further. Knew it didn’t take long to roast some cattle for dinner, so decided to save some gas on my bitch. She screamed around last week when I drove her to the little farm down the country, and left much for me to guess that she needed some real screwing up. Cost me some three hundred rupee bills. Had to be soft on her this time around.

There was no water in the tub when I got back, and neither in the taps in the backyard. The bush was dying, I knew that since long, but I preferred her that way. Probably because she didn’t smell much when she got roasted . I remember the rains when the bush was all greened up. It had a weird smell, I’ll call that repulsive, and in the evenings it rained down millions of squealing mosquitoes straight into my bedroom. The guys stayed in till the moon went up, so I didn’t have much to do other than rush out and ride my bitch. Well, she didn’t have much to do this time, so I realized. Everytime I was in soup I ran straight to her to get myself out of trouble, and it was kinda impulsive on my part to run straight at her again. But I knew she couldn’t take me anywhere in the world away from those blasted bloodsuckers, so I decided to set the bush on fire. The asshole was all wet, and knew I couldn’t light her up, so she stayed where she was. I took two cans of neat gas off my rover and emptied them on the bush, and this time she knew she was in trouble. She crouched around for a while and stayed quite until I let the little stick of fire fall on her. Within moments she was up in flames, and took those millions of bloodsuckers down with her, along with the peanut eggs they laid all day after fucking around in my air. That night it was all warmed up, and I had a good sleep under the bonfire…. but tonight things were different. I didn’t need to light up matches to warm it up, the sun had done it pretty well, and the hedge was dead like a skull. That it didn’t sport a smell was the only good thing about the buster.

It hadn’t rained for a while this time around, and like I said, the taps were running dry too. My water cans were the only wet things in the house, and my bitch had stored some stuff in her belly. I hope the stuff was enough to carry me to the store where I could fill up my tubs again. Had some beer in the freezer, but surely couldn’t wash myself in them. So I did what I could do best with them… drained a couple of cans down my spine before kicking them out into the backyard. It was already 5 in the evening when I took the goat off my fridge, and I had to switch on a couple of dims coz the sun was already on its way down. It was hot, I tell you, for I didn’t see any cloud hovering above my house for the entire afternoon, and thought the sun had a field day. Lucky dude!

Well, it was good for me too… for one, there were no bloodsuckers around; two, didn’t have to burn up the heat and start counting on the bills to be paid next week. That could only happen if the frog could realize its pay-up time. The frog is my employer… pays me five hundred bucks a week for all the delivery stuff I do for his highway store. Call him the frog coz his cheeks keep fluffing around when he breathes in and out, just like those green deadwater reptiles. He’s kinda fat, but somehow manages to store most of it in his face, which almost buried his nose within. I have a feeling he doesn’t use his nose anymore, coz I always find his mouth open. Boy, you should see him when he lies dead on his reclining chair back in the store… keeps his mouth open as if he wishes to down one choc doughnut all at once. He’s funny man, but only when he’d dead in his chair. Just can’t miss the obvious frown when I go bugging him for the weekend bills. Hell, he does pay… I never said he doesn’t… but I think its fun jumping around your fluffy boss just for kicks and getting him all red in the process.

So lets get back to my room… I guess I’ve gone astray a little too frequently in the past few minutes. But that does happen… to most people I suppose, there’s no use bitching about it all over again. Okay, the goat’s out of the ice, the bread’s all warmed up and a beer can for the evening sound all fine and hot, but I do feel a bit lonely out here with just a couple of tubes for company. Thought about inviting the frog in for dinner, but the fatty would gulp so much he would upset my stores for the entire month, and then there’s the issue of the bed. Last time he came in, he went so high on beer that he chose my own bed for the rest of the night, and I had a tough time moving his ugly frame so I could find some space for myself. That was a horror night I tell you. I mean, sleeping with a fat buddy that’s full on roast chicken n beer isn’t always gonna be pleasant. The guy really burped so badthat night, I sweared to God that I would never call him in again. So staying alone in a dark night was preferable for me than calling in the bugger who just came in for the food. He talked little, so little that I really wondered if he was aware of my presence in ‘my fucking house’. Uh… well… I deviated again. That does happen to me all the time, especially when I got such fun stories to tell. Not all of them are funny, I suppose, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t interesting. Anyway…

The dinner was done in some thirty minutes or do. I had smeared the roast with some lemon that tasted awesome. A little bit of bun here, some beer there, and a couple of pounds of roast meat was what I needed to cheer myself up. Didn’t really feel lonely when I started off, and I’m sure I wouldn’t have treated the frog to one little bit in case I invited him again. That obviously sounds far fetched, but I’ve known myself to have acted in contradiction to my regular moods quite a few times. Don’t know if I should call it a MPD, but this ‘nice guy’ creeps in sometimes, doing good to people that I detest with all my heart. I’ll be thankful to the nice guy this time that h didn’t call up the frog again and ruin my party in the process.

God, its dark. There ain’t a neighbor within 200 yards of my house, and I do love this location most of the time, but not when its dark. Its not that I have a “Ghost phobia” or something, its just too dead and dumb out here at night, with all those night- creatures screaming out of the hedges around the yard. Once I am done with the kitchen post- dinner, I’d rather prefer another can of Fosters and maybe a little walk around the park with that dreadful flashlight of mine. Don’t know if I’ll actually prefer a walk now with my belly all stuffed up, I might as well listen to some Pink Floyd under the blue light. Anyway, its been a fun day I suppose. Now, now, don’t screw your head wondering how funny the day was. My definition of fun is like when nothing screwy happened to me, or to put it in other words, I lived off a day without suffering a scratch. Today was one… don’t know much about tomorrow… maybe the frog might come up wih an incentive or two…. Maybe he wont. All possibilities, man.

Well, I chose the easier option. Pink Floyd is alive and kicking; and me under the covers, contemplating… nothing. These guys are cool, they really are. I feel what they sing, right through my veins. Am not sure how am feeling right now. Comfortably numb? Maybe. :)