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Just one of those days?

slackerninja — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:07:00 +0000

Ever felt that you wanted to shred yourself to pieces and begin anew? Ever felt that you were wasting your time with the people you were with? Ever felt you could be doing something so much more significant with your life?

If all those epiphanies hit you in the space of around half an hour, ever felt that it wasn’t just one of those days but THE day?

Now Listening To: Dream Theater – Constant Motion

Posted in bye, lame attempt at introspection, ORLY?, quits, sort of, thinks

Do The Math

slackerninja — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 08:11:00 +0000

New Year’s was pretty sweet. Considering that we had several plans made and a zillion more canceled for a plethora of reasons ranging from recession to male PMS, we (read: us single folk) ended up having a quiet party at a kind acquaintance’s place.

Needless to say, the booze was flowing as mellifluously as the tales of near dalliances, lost chances and possible hook ups all seasoned with liberal doses of humor we’re known for.

And on the way home it got me thinking (yes, for someone with as limited a repertoire as me, do manage to do that) amidst a post-hangover haze that we live in a world of glorified probability. At the risk of sounding grammatically incorrect, overglorified probability if you will.

Everything we talk about, everything we watch, read or hear has this tremendous foreboding sense of probability.

For example: two people start seeing each other…how did it happen? Well they met at a party. How did he/she approach her/him? So people start wondering in their little heads that (excuse the pathetic hindi, filmi dialogue) “Kaash mere sath yehi hota” and then they try recreating that “chance” which (again due to probability) almost always fails.

How did i get this realization? Well i saw this really cute gal at the station on my way home and i started wondering, how the heck do people actually start talking to other people out of effin’ thin air and then i realized that we think it can happen due to what we we’re exposed to. When in actuality, no one would have the balls to do so.

If you think about it, our systems are flawed when we say we live on “hope and a prayer” when its actually “probability, permutation and combination”.

Anyway, the next time around, i’m just going to do more rather than just do the math of it all. And no, it’s not my New Year’s Resolution, that is 1440×900. Yes i ended with a pleurile, lame attempt at geek humor, completely undoing all the apparent deep thought i intended in portraying on this blog post forever crushing any probability of being ever thought of anything more than a shallow, materialistic so and so who’s got an unjustifiably godzilla-esque ego that would put the Church of Scientology, Tom Cruise and half of Hollywood to shame.

Oh and Happy New Year people. Now what were the odds of ending this post like that?

Now Listening To: Sigur Ross – All Alright

Posted in lame attempt at introspection, new year's post 2008

Convo Night!

slackerninja — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 19:53:00 +0000

When you start contemplating you don’t stop. So much so that you wonder, double, triple and quadruple check everything you do. Even every small action, every detail comes under scrutiny as if there’s a flaw in the woodwork, just waiting to be found. You know its reached pathetic proportions when you wonder if you should continue blogging or just leave it hanging at the penultimate juncture of your nondescript college life and as you….

*pulls the plug on the philosophical bull shit, enough rabble, drivel and nonsense, let this post finally BEGIN!*

Ahem, so where was i…

Ah, yes let’s begin with a song shall we?

Sung to the tune of Kashmir by Led Zeplin (should be better than Diddy’s bastardization of the song) or Dontcha by the Pussycat Dolls (if you have positively no idea of Led Zep or Kashmir, you fail at life, hence tune it to a shitty mainstream track.

The Convo Night by h3lios:

Saturday’s convocation was an epic mess
Shivy taking potshots at magazines, he had slides!
We ended up sending each other many an sms
Most of which were about how it “rocked our undersides”

Chorus: Ooooh, this is the last day of it all
Sign up with the Alumni, 50% off if you want more
Stop thinking of the after party and who’s doing who^^ in the stalls
Listen on how to mudsling media without blood and gore

Somehow it ended, and we escaped from a fate worse than 4 DM lecs in a row
Alive, just barely, a beer mug or ten for our troubles
To make everything better, because now it all blows
Like soldiers we strafed through the rabble

Onwards to the Paradise of Sports Bar!

Chorus x 2

We drank till our sides were sore
Laughed with, at and right through friends old and new
Discussing who’s where and much more
Dedicating songs to dear friends we knew*

Chorus x 2

And before we knew it, it was all over, filled with misery
Just like that, no not the mag
College gone, another page in our Dear Diaries**
Now begins days that just drag***

Chorus x 2

But we were left with one amazing souvenir
Our “friends” forgot to pay their bills^
Jacked were we, right in the rear
A few phone calls later, a last drunken walk home and everything was still.
Like it was before.

Now Listening To: Enter Shikari – Jonny Sniper

* Raddy, if you’re reading this, Champagne Supernova is amazing. Thanks.

** Or in this case, blogs.

*** Work for the lose.

^ Moral of the story: never be the last to leave. At least we managed to muster enough cash. It’s easy when you have a spare kidney. Who needs 2 anyway?

^^ Pure speculation derived from imagination.

Think About It

slackerninja — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:05:00 +0000

What causes people to be nostalgic?

Is it because the present is a giant clusterfuck or the past, due to human memory and bias, a rose tinted paradise or is it because we’re dependent on “happy” memories to rise like a patronus to guide us through the murky future?

With all the faff of the above paragraph put aside, would i even think, let alone revel of the “good old days” if i had unlimited access to the Playboy Mansion, all the video games in the world and Bill Gates as my peon?

Rather, would you if you had all you ever needed and more?

Think about it.

Now Listening It: Napoleon IIIrd – The Conformist Takes All