I invented a new word! Im totally kicked - maybe I can add it to my resume or something! Hahahaha!


Brogging

The highly (un)interesting act of bragging about oneself while blogging. Usually done by narcissistic pissholes whose blogs never ever get read anyways.

Dude, I wanna burn and roast these mofos who are brogging all the time. Like who cares - the very fact that they have to spend their time typing out how cool they are shows how much of a negative social life they have!


Anyways I blog today to say something of significance. That, of course, is very rare coming from me! Otherwise it is a bunch of random stuff! About why i felt this, and me not knowing why i felt that and shit!

I read a beautiful article today. Here you go, its about Casteism and the much-hyped reservations issue.

Made me do a double take and an about turn on the whole issue. Not that I was too passionate about going against the reservation deal, because I always knew the media was full of bullshit.

I feel like Im going crazy right now. I need someone to talk to!

Like a shrink! The kind of shrink that I am looking for is someone with significant silicon valley experience, and has amassed a great deal of knowledge having started and funded new-age startups. Someone who understands the genesis of web 2.0, and atleast understands the implications of the emerging social media scene and web 3.0! Please please!! I need to speak to you, right now! I need to unburden this load on my head!

I have 2 ideas ready for patenting. I have 7 web2.0 ideas, 5 web3.0 ideas and i need to get them off my chest! Atleast hear me out and give me your opinion! Will you find me and be my shrink? Just find me, i dont care if you fund me!

I am blessed.

Thank you god for being so generous with me!

Thank you for giving me Abhi, Bharath, Rahul, Gautam, Karthik and Akhil to me.

I consider it a gift to have known and be associated with these extraordinary people.

I dont know why im saying all this, but I do know how im feeling what im feeling right now.

I picked up a back issue of Strange Brew today. And I read it like I have never read it before.
It took me back to a space in time where life was well....worth every moment!

Abhi is truly truly my godfather. He is the blessing of my life.
He was working in Intel making pots of money when I approached him with the idea of Strange Brew. All I asked him was 'maga - Do you want to be stuck in a cubicle for the rest of your life, or do you want to get out there and live a life of fuckin adventure?'. It took him approximately a few seconds to decide.
He quit his job and the rest is history. Together we wrote, designed, and did everything it took to build and churn out the vision that Strange Brew was(and still is!)

Thank you guys for trusting me and being a part of my life. I know none of you read this, or no one connected to you reads this shit blog, but then im offering this as a token of my gratitude. You have trusted me and given me a part of your life. Because that is what it took for us to build Strange Brew. We did it, together. My idea and vision would have DIED if not for you guys.

I love you and I will give you guys my life.

As of now, I am going to make some money. A lot of money actually.

And one fine day, we are going to get back together. As a team.
And I will fund it with an unlimited fund.
And we are going to recreate the magic by starting another magazine. Not for the money, not for the fame. But just for the sheer fuckin pleasure of reliving this awesome experience that we had. And working 20 hours a day doing ALL the jobs ourselves!
Let us, as a team, write, design, print, market, and get on the streets to sell this magazine.

I miss that rush, and I miss working with you guys.

Rock 'n' Roll Baiby!!

Its been 3 days since i stepped out of my office.

I have no social life. Nobody cares either ways.

Same horrible water-heater flavored tea 20 times a day. Same cigarette.

SAME effing songs on my playlist. Same headphones. Same sing-along attempts.

Same softwares. Same websites. Same lazy colleagues.

Same complaints. Same frustrations. Same excuses. Same cliches.

Same people on calls and msgs on my phone.

Same chair. Same position that ive been sitting in for 3 days. Same routine.

Same biscuit has been sitting on my table for 3 days. Atleast im smarter than to eat that.

Nothing works at work either. Im at a dead end.

Im sick, sick, sick of this shit.

I listen to 'Summer Madness' by Kool and the gang. And it takes me there.

It takes me to a road next to the beach. Where everythings slow, nice and easy.

Im driving my open top convertible. The top's open, the wind is in my hair, 'Summer Madness' is playing.

Its 11pm and there are other jerks like me on the road. Everyone's heading to some party or the other. Smiles all around, no one looks like they are in a hurry to get someplace or become someone.

The sea breeze wafts thru my hair like the wind in the willows(haha!). The weather is balmy.

I know that im heading to the best party in town. Awesome people and drinks will be all around. The pace of the party will be slow. It is on the beach after all.

The drive there is, i dont know why, the best thing that ever happened to me.

"If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world"

I dont know why, but im really touched. Maybe its just whats happening with me.

Im a simple man. I just want to love and be loved.

Caught up in the many trappings of life and everyday nonsense, i dont know. Maybe 2 people just lose the plot.

Im very very famous for talking about this fantastical 'woman'. I dont know if she exists. Even if she does, tragically we may never meet.
We may just walk past each other on a busy street.
I might come back with a foggy picture of her striking face.

You were meant for me. And I am pretty sure I was meant for you.

Ho hum, here I go again!

Or maybe I would have seen you and committed the greatest crime of all time.

I would have run.

Ive done that 15 times and counting.

A man who does not have the confidence to bring the best out of his woman, and is always steeped in disempowering conversations about himself..presenting - me! And that chattering..oh FUCK..that chattering in my head.

Maybe I was meant to be on the run. And live my life in retrospect! Oh yes - THAT makes a lot of sense!

Maybe im this pseudo-activist/writer/blah. Maybe im doing it all to get closer to you.
That I will have something to speak about when im with you.

Shucks..i so badly want to hold your hand. Make you laugh. NOT make you cry!
Get down on my knees. Do those stupid stupid 'romantic' things. Oh believe me - I would love to do it!
Buy you whatever your lil precious heart desires. Just to look at that lovely feeling of content in your eyes! The look that radiates happiness in every direction.
Just to hold your hand and feel the world slow down. Make authentic statements like 'you are my drug' and shit! It would actually make sense in your case!

FUCK..i dont know why im writing this nonsense. I DONT know why im putting this out on a public blog that anyone can read.
Its ok, rape my privacy. Rape that 'opinion' you have about me.

I dont give a damn to you, btw.

I AM gonna stay firmly in my head.

Deep blue

Im back to it. Again.

I dont know what I am doing, or why I am doing it.

In my head it all makes sense. But then I step out, and it suddenly ceases to make sense.

Like a melodious symphony life transitions seamlessly from one reason to another.

Im completely twisted right now. It does look like a 3rd person speaking.

My mind is, agreed, and disagreed to the whole concept of being at many places at a time.

Haha, i feel like Hunter. Hunter....Man..you rock. You went ahead and wrote shit like this, and actually made it cool! Respect for you buddy.
Too bad you shot yourself. It almost feels like I knew you personally. Like you were next to me or something.

I can imagine. You and me decide to do 'the' roadtrip. Oh boy, would I have been in for a treat!
Its not like one of our roadtrips. We take a lot of pics, burn them on CDs and feel...........tired. Exactly, thats the word that I am looking for. Tired.

A roadtrip with you would be something that I would like. You, me and a taperecorder.
A big red shark would be very very nice. But I am driving you so I get to choose.
I choose an AC Cobra. Yes, one of those..you know, those..British Roadsters. If I remember right, our old friend Jeremy Clarkson used to drive it on his silly little euro-trip. I would prefer it if you werent my eyes, Jeremy. The only cool about you is that your name shares the title of a very very nice song. Wait, actually 2 things. You drive a gorgeous AC Cobra. Oh wait, damn third and last thing. You are actually funny! Even with your racially sensitive satirical nonsense!

Anyways, Mr.Inconsequential doesnt matter now.

So Hunter, like I was saying, Im gonna be driving us there in my AC Cobra. Its gonna be dark blue with a white set of stripes running on it. I think im gonna call it...the 'deep blue'.

And you trip. And ill drive.

And as we head to the next village, we realize that there's no escape.