chase

Why do I keep chasing you?

Why? Godammit. Why the hell do i keep chasing you?
Why do I need to chase you?

Why do i make myself small, undignified, stupid, wrong, confused, patient, and so bloody small?

Why the fuck am I the last resort? Why am I the second choice? Why am I the last in the reckoning? Why am I given no priority? Why am i treated like dirt? Why am i treated like scum? Why is it that you never give me any attention and absolutely no importance?

There are people dying to spend time with me. There are people who are waiting for me to make a difference to their lives. There are people who are waiting for that extra minute that i can give them and create something new with them. There are people who just want to see me. There are people who would give anything to be with me. There are people who can understand the value of my love. There are people who care and would jump for me. Who would take that bullet for me. People who would run that extra mile just because i asked for it.

Im all alone. And stay away. Ill keep watching and keep burning. But its okay. Its better than being with your kinds.

Like i said, im sorry. The most amazing lover in the world is tired. And sick of this nonsense. The best love affair in the world couldnt come into existance.

I dont even know if you know what im talking about.The loneliness is gripping me. Its driving me insane. I have to resolve the fact that i really am standing all alone. Atleast its better now! Before, i had this idiot constantly demanding that which i didnt have - time. Now no one demands anything. so its peaceful.

Give me my music. Give me my beer. Give me my cigarettes. Give me some food. Some money. Some loafers to come hang out with.

Ah...nice.

Its quite unbelievable, this life.

Right now, as im writing this, im listening to 'I love the night' by Blue Oyster Cult. Its a must listen. And as i have gotten the whole world hooked to this song, you will too. Yes, BOC aint paid me a buck, but they have given me the great gift of pleasure. Im eternally greatful. Cheers!

Valentines day. What does it remind you of?

What is the first thing that comes to your mind when someone mentions Valentines Day?

A day for the lovers? A big media gimmick? That disgusting day when prices of roses shoot up by 800%? Well, maybe all may be true. Maybe you might want to add more to the above list.

Its quite interesting how people observe this day(forgive my very very journalistic use of 'observe'!). Some people go all out and indulge. Some people complain and cringe when they see starry eyed lovers infesting the town.
And some people protest.

Check this out : Newsreport 1, Newsreport 2, Newsreport 3, Newsreport 4, Newreport 5.

Before we jump into a full fledged tirade against the perpetrators of these protests, it has to be made very clear that there is nothing wrong with life. Nothing at all.

So what kind of people are these who protest. These fundamentalists? The moral police? Why are they doing what they are doing? What are they trying to accomplish?

Ok, sure Valentines day is a bloody bloofy overhyped damn day. And its too soppy and irritating for my liking!
It is a field day for companies selling cards, roses whateverthehell.

But wait a minute. Why are these guys protesting? How the hell is a guy and girl holding hands on the 14th of feb an outrage to our indian culture? How are we going against our religions and cultures by marking a day to declare love? Bloofy nonsense, i tell ya.

Ok. I have my 2paise ready. Ok my dear moralistic sena-types...instead of freakin irritating us on 14th feb, why dont you mark a special culture day or choose a festival and go gung ho on it and use your protesting energies to celebrate and glorify the culture that you are talking about?

I just discovered some things about my dark past.

You will not believe this. Better still, you will not understand this!

Check it out:

Amazing Link 1

Amazing Link 2

Amazing Link 2

My dark past has been discovered! Even i am surprised to have found these! Its pretty unbelievable!

Ok, on other topics, I have renamed myself Atlas. Not cuz im good with geography but that i feel like the world is upon my shoulder.
Mr.Abhijeet tells me that im under too much stress. Yes, But how did he know!!

tadadaaa..didaaa..dadadadaaaa.

Good music, bad times. Good music, good times.

Now listen here.

What is the truth?

Is what I am saying the truth? Is what the newspapers say the truth? Is what you see the truth?

Akbar and Birbal were sitting together. One day, Akbar asks Birbal, what is the difference between the truth and a lie? So Birbal, the wiseass that he is, tells Akbar that the difference is four fingers.
A puzzled Akbar thinks and thinks and being the dumbass he is, obviously requested Birbal to tell him the answer.
Birbal tells him to watch intently. He indicates the distance between the eyes and the ears is 4 fingers.
You can draw any damn conclusion from it. Well, what you hear is a lie. But what you see is the truth.

Right?

Wrong dammit. You have no fuckin idea. You think what you see is the truth. Thats how the world operates. Thats how you have been conditioned all your life.

Did princess Diana die? Did the WTC really come crashing down? Did Bangaru Lakshman take a bribe? Did american troops wage a war against Iraq?

Ohh...the plot thickens. you think im loony. Hahahahahaha....

Well...all of the above. you saw it happen. On television. Read in the press. Heard from distinguished people.

Congratulations. You have been a victim of mass manipulation. Your head has been messed up and you have no idea what the truth is.

The above were all plays and dramas enacted on big screens, small screens, live and on papers.

Welcome to the world of today. You are living in a lie. Have fun!

After last times horrible and painful post, back with some poppy happy stuff.

Strange Brew is alive!!

Ok dont curse, but staying alive has become a miracle! People call me and actually ask me if im still with strange brew! And when i fart to people that Abi got another job and he went, they are not even surprised!! My god!!

Ok f*ck all that..this is supposed to be my personal post. And i post the glorious things that i encounter and discover and freak out on. I dont really have a mission statement for this blog, but i sure do know what this blog is about.

Blogging seems to have taken off big time! I have been toying with some ideas integrating blogging and ..hmm...never mind ( if i mention em here then it would cease to by my novel idea ;) ) Yea, back to blogging, it is the next revolution that will overtake the content and media industry.

Blogging is such a cool thing! I can surely call it pocket journalism! You dont need a damn degree, you dont need to stand for some godforsaken ideal, you dont need to work on deadlines, you dont need to watch what you're saying, you can just say what you want to say!!
Of course, there are these shithole watchdogs and fakers and democracy-opposers and freedom-of-speech-inhibitors who can drive a blogger insane like this fine example here. Those s.o.bs can go to freakin hell for all we care. We are the bloggers and we will write. And we will inform, (sometimes depress you like my fine example in the previous post), and keep blogging.

I have a new found activity. Apart from reading the hazaar magazines and newpapers that i generally read, i have been reading quite a few blogs! Check these out. They'r worth a read anytime.

Chris Anderson (Presenting to you, e-i-c of wired mag!)


Filthy, Funny, Flawed, Gorgeous


Youth Curry (This blog is by potential competition..she runs another youth magazine!)


Editors of magazines are always great bloggers! Read this


Ok thats for good reading till next post.