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Feedback level: Petrified

24 Feb

Got this from a kind soul on a forum I frequent.

I read some of the articles in your blog.I must admit you have a great sense of humor.Please take good care of your health,As i’ve been seeing cases in my hospital for 3 years,There is a significant rise in alcohol related Morbidity.By significant i mean 1-10 cases/day/365 days.Prognosis is moderate/poor.My books say 160mg/day or 28 units for men for 8 years is a really bad thing.

 

Oh well. I guess the days of having all my drinks in a glorious coffee mug are over.

Ghostwork

22 May

It’s 5 AM on a Sunday morning. I’m in a dimly lit bathroom. Sitting on the pot, my feet mix freely with my own vomit which was my meal not more than 20 minutes ago. It resembles noodles, swimming in my own stomach fluids. A culmination of the last couple of weeks to be precise. There’s been a wedding in the family complete with delusional parents, a grandparent getting a blood transfusion, an issue of T3 being closed by just 3 people, conspiratorial “friends” and yes, a little too much alcohol. Even for my liking. Quite apt then that I’ve managed to get all that drama out of my system. Even if it was at the cost of some instant noodles.

My left toe is stubbed. The nail split in half, bleeding. The blood marries my puke. You can barely tell the difference after a few moments. I’m just tired. Actually, tired doesn’t begin to explain how brutally exhausted I feel. I’m wallowing in more than just my own filth, dirt and plasma. And I’m doing more than just wallowing. Try drowning. At some level this seems completely palapable. Even normal.

After what seems like an eternity I manage to pull myself up, turn the shower knob and wash it all away. The noodles put up fierce resistance at the drain. Much like I do under the cold shower. It’s freezing, seems alien and foreboding. But it’s done. Before I know it I’m on my mattress. Sleep doesn’t come easy though, I’m awake every hour. On the hour.

And all this while I’m thinking.  It’s as if every single thing that pissed the living daylights out of me in the last couple of weeks created a rift in my thought process so much so that  there was so much more clarity in thought than I’ve had in the last four years. I could feel a warm glow when there was none. A calm voice keeping nerves at bay. It was…interesting.

This could be the start of something exceptional. Or my years of hedonism are finally catching up with me leading me to absolute and total craziness. Either way, this should be fun if not completely vague and almost totally indescribable. It’s amazing what a pack of poisonous noodles can do for you apart from well, poisoning you.

Now Listening To: 13 & God – Superman on Ice

Champagne Conversations and Double Standards

24 Mar

Around 0100 hours, Saturday, March 12…

He: Dude, I can’t believe I drank so much!

Me: What did you have?

He: I had…*hic* four King Fisher Strongs!

Me: Yeah given your tolerance, that’s a lot.

He (slurring and stumbling): I also had, 4 glasses of champagne!

Me: Dude…

He: Yeah man. I couldn’t help myself, she was telling me to. I couldn’t say no.

Me: *sigh*Idiot.

He: Boss. Try to understand, it was her birthday! I couldn’t refuse. I rarely meet her.

Me: What does that have to do with getting sloshed?

He: I…I just….just couldn’t say no to her.

Me: Given your previous experiences with women, I’m not surprised.

He: Shush!

Me: So on a scale of one to ten, how’d you rate her?

He: Hmmm…an 8!

Me: Not more? You seem to have had a good time.

He: No man, I can’t. She’s a friend from school.

Me: So what’s stopping you?

He: No! She’s from school. So no.

Me: That was like, 10 years ago man.

He: I can’t look at her that way!

Me: Ass, you already have, giving her an 8 and all that.

He (shouting): Yeah but she’s from school! Else she’d be a 10!

Me: *facepalm*

So I Got Tagged…

31 Dec

1. What did you do in 2010 that you’d never done before?

Got so piss drunk that I needed medical attention. Had surgery. Started absolute chaos by coming up with India’s first used game business model. Not in that order.

 

2. Did you keep your new years resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

Last year was 1440×900 maxed out. Worked just fine. This year is 1920×1080. You tell me?

 

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No! Achievement unlocked.

 

4. Did anyone close to you die?

My 8800GT.

 

5. What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

September 24th 2010. Stopped working in Hell.

 

6. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

India’s first used game business model. Writing for some awesome publications. Launching Mass Effect 2 on a shoe-string budget.

 

7. What was your biggest failure?

I EAT FAILURE FOR BREAKFAST!

 

8. Did you suffer illness or injury?

lulwut?

 

9. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

Julian Assange, ’nuff said.

 

10. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

There are a few. But they all belong to my past life. So yeah. They don’t count.

 

11. Where did most of your money go?

Games. Food. Booze. Credit card bills.

 

12. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Mass Effect 2.

 

13. What songs will always remind you of 2010?

Poets of the Fall – Children of the Elder God

Deadmau5 – Ghosts N Stuff feat. Rob Swire

Roy Orbison – Sandman

Shooter Jennings – When the Radio Goes Dead

Mark Ronson and the Business Intl – Bang Bang Bang

14. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?

Extremely content in right now versus depressed as fuck last year.

 

15. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Reading.

 

16. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Expecting people to do what’s decent.

 

17. How will you be spending Christmas?

2011? No idea. Yet.

 

18. Did you fall in love in 2010?

With?

 

19.How many one night stands?

Over 9000!

 

20. What was your favourite TV programmes?

Entourage, The Big Bang Theory, Futurama, Archer.

 

21. What was the best book you read?

Free by Chris Anderson.

 

22. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Deadmau5!

 

23. What did you want and get?

A holiday.

24. What did you want and not get?

A friend. Instead I got dissed on MTV.

 

25. What was your favourite film that you saw this year?

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World.

26. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

Took the day off. Chilled out at home. 25 years old.

 

27. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

More money.

 

28. What kept you sane?

Alcohol. Lots of it.

 

29. Who was the worst new person you met?

I have exceptional judgment.  Usually.

 

30. Who was the best new person you met?

Too many. Anand Ramachandran, Quickdraw, Jayesh, Lazy Govt. Lout., Aristarkhos.

 

31. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.

Don’t feed the troll.

 

32. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

Foo Fighters – The Pretender

Send in your skeletonsSing as their bones come marching in…again

They need you buried deep

The secrets that you keep are at the ready

Are you ready?

I’m finished making sense

Done pleading ignoranceThat whole…defense

*sigh*

10 May

It’s 5: 22 AM.

By the time I’m done typing this post, it’ll be close to 6 AM on a Monday morning if not already past it.

Needless to say, things are pretty messed up if you find yourself in front of your computer screen in a post-sleep, caffeine and Gatorade fueled haze in a vain, almost cursory attempt at trying to be coherent on a blog that has been, of late a dumping ground for perverse jokes and randomness instead of doing the 24465476879346322154667799 other things that do matter in a life span that’s relatively short and useless relative to the great scheme of things in the universe.

Read that last paragraph? 4 lines. One sentence. Good-bye coherency and sense, I barely knew you.

Then again, it joins the ranks of seemingly important, high priority entities that I’ve lost a grip on. I feel directionless, burned out and on the verge of , if not already in, some sick, twisted form of misery and depression.

Amazing isn’t it? Close to 2 years ago I thought I won the proverbial lottery in the most literal sense possible. I was in an industry I loved working on things that mattered and making a difference. Or so I thought.

Right now everything leading up to this moment seems completely disjointed, a rambling Frankenstein-like specimen stitched together by delusions of self-worth. Everything seems to be colored in monotony. Waking up is a chore, getting to work even a bigger one, surviving the day, the biggest of all. And it makes me wonder.

You know that in superhero flicks and comics there’s a prolonged period of struggle before they finally manage to find a way to defeat their villains right? This period of my life seems like those 5-10 pages or the odd thirty minutes of celluloid struggle. On constant loop. A rerun of cheap satire that’s probably keeping some alien race entertained as they’re watching from high above, a comedic filler giving their aspirations of galactic domination a massive boost if this was an indicator of how the rest of humanity pans out.

I’m just tired. Frayed. And seven shades of shit rolled into one convenient package that’s prevented from hitting the fan due to a heady mix of music, video games, anime, coffee and alcohol. But for how long?

There’s only so much an IQ of 160 severed by a dominant right-brain can do. Couple that with a personal life that’s as healthy as a dead person and social life where the high point is getting sloshed on a Saturday night leads me to believe that I need a change. A change of everything. A change from everyone. A change absolutely wholesale.

I need to find a way out. Before life becomes the death of me. Until a suitable solution is found I’ll be busy helping stone golems discover who they were before they became well…stone golems.

Stone Golems. Making hating pigeons cool since forever.

Oh what do you know? It’s 6:40 AM. Am I Nostradamus or what?

Now Listening To: Queens of the Stone Age – In the Fade

5 Months. One Post.

11 Oct

The last couple of months have been hectic around here. So let’s break it down in as concise a manner as possible.

May was, for all reason and purpose the month of epic drama. Be it the Fake IPL gallery, some great people at work leaving under pathetic circumstances, couples disentigrating faster than a 100 year old BMC deemed illegally unsafe building due for demolition and some crazy meetings. And there was a ramp walk at work which doubled as a gigantic circle-jerk session where everyone said nice things about everything to the point where it seemed as if unicorns were puking rainbows and ended with yours truly voted as the “angel” of the office. Yes this is the end of the world. Confirmed.

June was even more hilarious with unscheduled departures, finally arriving appraisal letters which were followed by the all but obvious exploitation that comes along with it (the recession is a lie, believe), the return of a certain Anuya (drunk, loud, American accent and ex in tow) and the departure of Rohit to the promised land of MBA-dom. Retailer conventions that were made of pure funny (if the concerned people are reading this do remember the following: store rooms, gas masks and stilletos). Oh and the FDA is full of shit banning Red Bull and then having it back on shelves.

July was busy. Rain, birthday (thanks a ton guys!), getting screwed over by alliance partners, irritating web developers and yeah i <3 the Backstreet Boys. Or so some people would love to believe. Not to mention catching the Hangover twice, T4 (which was epic bullshit) and Transformers 2 which was epic times zillion to the factor of infinity. Also a holiday for me what with the mombot going to Cairo and Dubai for awhile.

August was Singapore! Gotta love how the Mumbai Airport makes you feel secure, warm and fuzzy on departure like you should and makes you feel like a Guantanamo terror suspect on arrival what with chaos, pandemonium, stupid swine flu checks and complete, utter disregard for organization and traveler concerns that actually make you wonder why the Human Rights Comission hasn’t cracked down on the Mumbai Airport authorities yet. That aside launching a new website, saving two relationships, severing one and countless drunken nights at Harbor View made it one hellish month. Did i forget having a massive press event up and running in under two weeks? Yes it was that kind of month. You know, the one which was on PMS where that time of the month was everytime.

September had a feel of blah, meh and several shades of fugly settling in. For starters cryptic beer fuelled conversations with friends resulted in a scenario where at any given point in time not more than 2 people have an idea of what was being discussed making the term cloak and daggers seem relatively blatant. If this wasn’t enough, what about awkward engagements, relentless nagging for booking air tickets, torture (forced to maintain eye contact with not exactly the most pleasing of people for a play which was a mix of Sholay and video game culture, rather video game culture as perceived from a bunch of out of touch coots).

Now if you’ll excuse me i’ve some head trauma to nurse what with being privy to a night out where the spectacle of men feeling each other up was the highlight. However i’ll save that story for my next blog post.

April Awesomeness

14 Jun

April had its moments of madness. More so than any other month. Yet.  Pardon the lack of an update. Life is busy, distractive and even fun. All at the same time. Nevertheless here we go:

1. Lolcat exhibitions are awesome. Even more so when followed up by a few beers at the local watering hole, Ambience. Pity that the girls weren’t too keen about stepping into Croma. Fun times.

2. Tavern is an interesting place with interesting people and we live in interesting times. Yeah.

3.  Sundance is an even more interesting place provided you have the right people. Namely Raddy and Chetan.

4. Woodside Inn isn’t so interesting. Mainly because their pesto is sweet.

5.  Fake IPL Player’s blog was awesome. It’s a good thing he didn’t reveal himself. i’m waiting for the book to come out with the truth. Or the full length motion picture.

6. Exes are exes for a reason.

7.  Voting is overrated the only reason people have to do so is because it allows them to show their middle finger on TV and not be censored for it.

8. Conference calls come in two varieties. One described here. And another which is akin to going to a party that’s got the makings of something great what with the dim lighting, loads of alcohol and hot women. Until you start chatting one of them up, things start getting hot and heavy and then you realize she has a mustache. Conference calls. The bane of humanity. At least for this month.

9. Attention!

10. Garden State and Akira are great movies. Until you decide to watch them back to back.  And then it all goes to heck because you’re muddled with visions that cross two people kissing with mass amputations,  tumours and implosions.

11. Train rides are  unboring when they include you being privy to a conversation revolving around break ups, fetishes, vengeance and drama.

12.  XKCD

13. Pranks, Sundance and Old friends.

14.  Parents and Facebook.

15.  New Year’s Eve-ish thoughts. Yes Chetan, i missed out Lonvala. My bad totally. Very rare are nights made so epic with just half a litre of whisky and enough conversation to light up the entire continent of Africa. Believe.

16.  The Mater’s birfday!

17.  ”In the real world things are very different. You just need to look around you. Nobody wants to die that way. People die of disease and accident. Death comes suddenly and there is no notion of good or bad. It leaves, not a dramatic feeling but great emptiness. When you lose someone you loved very much you feel this big empty space and think, ‘If I had known this was coming I would have done things differently.”

18. No that post wasn’t for you, you or you.

Now Listening To:  The Killers – Exitlude

Acid Test

25 May

It takes a week full of drama to realize that you’re bulletproof.

Now Listening To: Linkin Park – Bleed It Out

Update. Or something.

5 May

Update or something.

Blogs don’t get updated for the lack of “anything happening”. They’re not updated because there’s too much happening. Too much too soon. To the point where your brains are wracked from an overdose of “i gotta blog this” and all the information you’re trying to store at once. And all you end up doing is posting a shallow, pathetic, seemingly intellectual and apparently introspective scraps that you’d called words.

Nevertheless here at the Freestyle Dojo, we deal with the impossible. Or lack of it rather. Here’s the update proving my theory right, at least partly (if the first two dates are to be believed):

May 1 around 12 AM -

So our wannabe hero finds himself at a bar with a heady mix of friends. On his left ,two of them were throwing themselves at each other, as if they were the last two people on Earth. While on his right, the other two were trying to make polite, seemingly intellectual conversation (or at least as much as he could tell over the din of the speakers dishing out November Rain right behind him.

The crux of this segment however, was sitting next to him. And she was 2 Long Island Ice Teas down. Not exactly the most alcohol tolerant person around, she ordered her third, which was hidden by the female half of the desperate duo sitting to his right.

Being sozzled on two Long Island Ice Teas and desperately wanting a third, she assumed the male half of the touchy-feely couple had her drink. She snatched his cellphone and his mug of beer. After what seemed to be a one-sided exchange of words (read:the male desperado taunting her to baptize his phone in beer) she did what was totally expected. Leaving Mr. Man totally devastated and perhaps, sober.

However this was the only interesting bit of fun that night. Which was followed by our hero tortured by the usual bits of debauchery and later asked by the female desperado why he wasn’t being “lectury”.

The point is, he doesn’t care. But that’s a story for another time.

May 2, around 9 PM onwards-

See Mr. Photographer. See Mr. Photographer drunk. See Mr. Photographer drunk hitting on his women friends, making them uneasy. See Mr. Photographer trying to cover up for the fact that he asked your ex-girlfriend out(who you just broke up with one week ago).

Wish you actually kicked his balls when you had the chance. The problem with alcoholics is that they think they’re God and we’re atheists. You can never make sense to them. Even when they’re sober.

Now if this was one person alone having this notion, he’d be deemed sick and twisted. Luckily he’s joined by a bunch of other people who think the same. Whether we manage to knock sense into Mr. Photographer remains to be seen. Else i might just hire a bunch of eunuch to knock him up. In all senses of the word. Damn alcoholics.

Also, alcoholics don’t wash their hands when they’re done with the loo.

May 3 and 4-

Seinfeld- Team Fortress 2 -Seinfeld. Rinse wash and repeat when necessary. Yeah that more or less sums up the weekend. A welcome break from a week that was gay enough to make Elton John seem straight.

update or something2.

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