why?

why do people always end up in a puddle of shit without the shoes for it? there are two categories of mistakes that people make in their lives... the first includes a series of minor mistakes which disrupt your life to a certain extent but you get the breathing space to recover between those mistakes and errors in judgment... the second category includes one major disaster of mammoth proportions leaving you no time to recover from it, sometimes the miscalculation is so intense, it snowballs a series of irreversible events on you and you neither have the time nor energy to hide for cover or shield yourself from them... that's when you realize just how fucked up your life can be... you become mature and level-headed after such a debacle and you are filled with remorse and regret, you are so full of it that you can't carry yourself around any longer without being sucked deeper into the grave you dug up yourself... you'll be neck deep in shit and no matter how hard you try to get out of it, you are just going to be pulled down faster than you ever expected... this is the point in life when you become so numb to things happening around and to you, you get a strong urge to give it all up and sink into your grave... something tells you that you shouldn't die a loser but can you survive the hell you're going through? something also tells you not to repeat mistakes ever again but will you ever get a chance to get out smiling? how many chances will you ultimately get?

these questions seem meaningless when you weigh them against the one question that'll never have an answer...

"why did i fuck up so bad?"

To Rid The Disease

There's nobody here, there's nobody near

I try not to care, dead eyes always stare

Let these matters be, don't trust what you see

Take hold of your time, step into the line

There's innocence torn from its maker

And still brought a trust in you

This failure has made the creator

So would you tell him what to do

Leave your mark upon the head of someone

Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late

I turn round to see what was meant to be

Faint movement release to rid the disease

There's innocence torn from its maker

And still brought a trust in you

This failure has made the creator

So would you tell him what to do

I have lost all trust I had in you...

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Opeth

Rhyme without a reason

You know, sometimes, when you are truly upset and totally clueless, the words that come out your mouth start to rhyme miraculously.

Evidence herewith.

He watches us monkeys in a cage

Questions our actions and our rage

Some kill to conquer but he conquers to kill

Explains why he hasn't met his end still

His legs are chained and hands are tied

Children see him but haven't yet cried

"Mercy!" is an inaudible whisper to him

Explodes in laughter when he sees us grim

Demands faith in return for fear

Cognizant of our weakness for the loved and dear

He is the One, we all say

If all this is true, why do we pray?

A long Tag after a long time

Rules of this tag:

1. Name the person who tagged you.

2. 8 things about you.

3. Tag 6 people.

So EU is being mean yet again and this time she goes the extra mile by tagging me!!! x-(

OK, here goes eight things about me.

1. When I'm drunk, like totally wasted, either I laugh like real loud or get into a lame argument. One such time, I was at a friend's place and we were arguing about whether White people should be called "pigmentally challenged" instead of White. I don't remember if I was fighting for or against the argument, neither does he. But our important discussion was interrupted by a knock on the door by a couple of White cops. We were asked to "tone it down". Freaks!

2. I can eat anything that I find in the refrigerator. I have this blind faith about "refrigeration". If you refrigerate it, the food has to be still good.

3. Extending the thing about eating, I can eat anything if I'm watching TV and I wouldn't even look at my plate. Give me something that is rotten but if the TV is on, I'll gulp it down. What's more? If there is a game on and my favorite team is playing, I'll ask for a second helping. Weird, isn't it?

4. I love watching Standup. If it's on TV and "one time on TV only" Oscar winning movie is on at the same time, I'll choose Standup over it. It becomes a lethal combination when I get drunk and get home and I tune into Standup. I'll laugh out loud till I'm sober. The best part is I totally enjoy watching it alone because even if I didn't get a joke, I can still laugh and nobody is going to ask me "What was it? I didn't get it".

5. I dig for trivia. I'm all ears if there is an interesting piece of news/fact/event you want to share with me. And I read up as much stuff as possible at any given time. For example, did you know a Baker's Dozen is actually a dozen plus one? So that makes a Baker Dozen 13! Isn't such stuff interesting?

6. I have an inclination towards Gangster movies. I look for such movies in all languages. I have a good DVD collection of movies too. I just love collecting DVDs. If there is a "25th anniversary special edition" DVD of my favorite movie out in the market, I make sure I have it before the approaching weekend. My eyes just pop out when I hear "Special Collector's Edition". It's like my someone inside me is screaming "I'm a special collector!!!".

7. I love trying out new cuisines in a good, classy restaurant. I'm not saying I'm rich or anything because I know my wallet is going to be thinner than ever and I'm going to be anticipating my next paycheck after I walk out that place. But I think some cuisines should be tried at the place which has a spotless white sheet on the dinner table, a champagne bucket and some exotic whiskey to go with it. Trash those candles. I hate the idea of candle-lit dinners. And a good companion, whoa! I'll get drunk on Champagne that night.

8. OK here's a serious part, sometimes I feel really terrible because I don't speak with my parents too often. Especially my dad. He doesn't like talking over the phone and sometimes we talk online but not for long. I miss them real bad from the day I left home but over the years, I have begun to overcome that and as a result of which, I don't end up calling them weeks together. It's not because I don't want to talk to them, given a chance I would talk to them all day but because I know I'll hang up feeling like just letting go of everything I have and heading back. When my mom calls me weeks after I haven't called them, my heart sinks and I'm like "I was going to call you tomorrow". She never says anything else except "That's fine, I was just hoping you are alright". Why don't I ever think of that?

Kill Bill

Kill Bill Music Video

I stumbled on this video on Youtube. The scene begins with The Bride on board a flight landing in Tokyo to seek revenge on O-Ren-Ishii. The music suits the scene so perfectly. You can see the determination in Uma Thurman's eyes when she is seated in the plane and as she walks past a Japanese advertising board selling "Apple Cigarettes". If you observe closely, Uma Thurman is the only woman walking from right to left in that scene while the others are seen walking in the opposite direction. Quenten Tarantino at his best when it comes to attention to detail. She was in Tokyo for her revenge and she would have to swim against the tide to kill her enemy, O-Ren-Ishii being the lord of Tokyo underworld.

Beautifully shot and the music fits exactly in place. It's got that motivating and inspiring touch to it, as if saying "Kill that Japanese bitch, no matter what". Thus the famous line - "O-Ren-Ishii! You and I have unfinished business".

Oh by the way, the woman driving the car is Julie Dreyfus (French Actress) playing the role of Sophie Fatale (O-Ren-Ishii's first lieutenant). She is absolutely gorgeous. And in the scene where she answers her cell phone after hurling The Bride to the ground, she says "Moshi Moshi (if you can read her lips)" - which according to me in Japanese means - Speak to me. I may be wrong.

And now, I have seen everything!!

Check this out.

Yeah, I'll wait till you are finished reading the home page.

Done? Shocked as hell? Rubbing your eyes in disbelief?

I did the exact same thing. What the fuck is going on? He takes women into his clinic and replaces their heads with a freakin' TV set tuned to Sports Net New York (TV channel). He recommends this procedure to women who aren't getting noticed?

First of all, this guy is fuckin' insane! I don't even know if this is true! I don't know if women are actually getting this done! Damnit women who are considering this procedure, I have just one thing to say to you! "I'll give you all the attention you want, just don't replace your already empty head with a TV set!!!".

I mean where do these guys come up with ideas such as these? I doubt if he is a doctor at all. I just hope that website is a mockery. I can't imagine how a human head can be replaced with a TV set and the person would continue to live like before! Something's terribly wrong here. I'm fuckin' freaking out here! I hope it's not true!

Poetry Skills

A friend sent me this poem. Women, get some facts right atleast NOW! :P

FEMALE POEM

I want a man who's handsome,
smart and strong
One who loves to listen long
One who thinks before he speaks
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I want him to be gainfully employed,
and when I spend his cash, he's not annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! For a man who makes love to my mind
And knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I want this man to love me to no end,
and always be my very best friend.

MALE POEM

I want a deaf-mute nymphomaniac
With huge boobs,
Who owns an off licence and a speed boat.
I know this doesn't rhyme but I don't give a dime.

9/11

So I was at work Monday (9/11) and a couple of my American friends and me decided to step out for lunch. We started talking and one of them said "Osama Bin Laden is a cold hearted bastard. I'm pretty sure this guy wouldn't know the joy of Hannukah". I almost choked on water when I heard that. But I didn't want to retort because he is definetly a good guy to know at work with his vast knowledge in systems. But seriously, what was that guy thinking? What the fuck has Hannukah got to do with Osama Bin Laden? Firstly, he may see joy in something you don't and secondly he is not a jew, genius! Why would he even care about Hannukah. Some fucktards are really dumb. They think they are making some smart ass comments but as a matter of fact they sound lame. Do I see you guys pointing towards me and laughing? Alright, that does it. I'm outta here.