Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Back as kids, when I was kiddish-er and my age supported my behavior, I had some weird friends. The kind of kids who would be brainwashed by a movie and go out to do something completely kooky and bizarre; keepers of a stranger phenomenon who would say words they might never know the meaning of. They were the kind of guys who'd go wacky at times and take off the plugs of a tire. Deflation was fun, to them, at least.
Yeah, they were weird, alright.
What is intriguing, though, is that now, the same kids are responsible children who might end up making their parents proud one day.

And now, as I drive my writing to speaking about opinions that law might not approve of, I feel Sanjay Dutt was one such kid. Maybe deflating tires wasn't his thing, but I'm sure when he came about "possessing illegal weaponry", he wasn't completely aware of what he was doing, and I highly doubt he had any intentions of shifting to the dark side; it was just something kooky and bizarre, the keeper of a stranger phenomenon.

Sure, he was a bit wacky at that point of time, but he's not what he was. Not now.

The High Court is somewhat dull (read retarded). It takes them 14 years to make a decision. They might have been working day in and day out at the back end, but to me, they just suddenly popped up with what happened back in 1993.
And that's what makes it more painful.
Sanjay might have been a bit wacky at that point of time, but he's not what he was. Not now, 14 years later. Not now, when a deeper sense of maturity has caught hold of him.
And it wouldn't have hurt so much if he was to be put behind bars then, immediately after they felt something went wrong.

But they took their time.
And time didn't heal wounds.

Law seems to work with no sympathy either. It seems to work mercilessly. Even though it might be slow to deliver, it delivers justice. It seeks out mistakes from the past and makes sure no one gets away.
It seeks out people like a homing missile, and this time, it got Munnabhai.

He's unbreakable, I tell ya.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

It gets better everytime

There's nothing like a good 'ol game of tag to wake you up with the falling sun.
Like every other time I test my keyboard for drool resistance, a sudden shriek of "YOU'RE TAGGED" brings me back to life, alive to buy another keyboard to test for saliva immunity.

Anywho, here's the whatever.

1.(a) Pick out a scar you have..
Points finger to right side of forehead.

(b) ..and explain how you got it
Happened when I was a year old. At the joyous event of someone's party, I took the pain of picking up a rocking horse and climbing up a set of l-o-n-g, spiral stairs when I came tumbling down to a highly predictable fall.
Talk about turning the tables on joyous...heh...Hey! MY Horsie!

2. What does your phone look like?
Like a rectangle. With loads of other rectangles sitting inside it.
Looks to me like a normal phone. It's half black. And half steel-ish!
If that doesn't seem to be enough, do search google for "Nokia N70".

What does your phone look like?

3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?

Blue paint. And a clock. And a picture of me and my Dad. And me at Universal Studios.

4. What is your current desktop picture?
Earth. And I make my own wallpapers, thank you.
Join the abhas1 fanbase! Set his wallpapers as your desktop pictures!

But it used to be Billie Joe from Bullet in a Bible. Yeah, I digress.

5. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Do you?

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Long-lasting celebrity status with minimal laziness and procrastin-abilities. And a statue of mine somewhere in the center of Delhi.

Have I ever told you that a boy has the right to dream?

7. What time were you born?

Sometime in the evening of the tenth day of the second month of the first year after MCMXC.

8. Are your parents still together?

Yes. What makes me wonder, though, is why you ask.

9. Last person who made you cry?

Can't recall, but I'm positive it was me.

10. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?

The Ferrari perfume. Whichever one.
Yeah, I'm a show-off. Bring it on, world!

11. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?

I would have answered this question if you had the word 'smile' mentioned somewhere.

12. What are you listening to?

Green Day
American Idiot

13. Do you get scared of the dark?

Naah. I'm used to it.

14. Do you like pain killers?

I'll tell you right after I take one.

15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?

Big time.
I would stare at someone all my life and never ask them out. At all.
So if you're reading this and you like me (woah! you do both?!), do choose to break the ice or it might never happen at all. At all!

16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?

Information? Naah, let's stick to chicken.

17. Who was the last person you made mad?

Teenage angst looks with disgust at everyone around.

18. Is anyone in love with you?

I don't know Mr. Question, I don't know.

And the next lucky contestants are:


and whoever just read this.

Loadsa thanks Markiv, couldn't have come out of my state of blog-o-pause without ya!

Monday, July 02, 2007

I should be finishing my homework right now

Waking up to the first day of school after the vacations is like waking up to a clear blue sky after last night's hangover party. You snap back to reality faster than you read this line.
The only difference is that last night's hangover party was more like a month long. And the clear blue sky was somewhat cloudy.

All of a sudden, Green Day stops strumming, and The Eminem Show reaches its 'outro'. All of a sudden, you're back at where you left off, but they're ahead from where they started. All of a sudden, you're in the yellow bus again, seated next to the window seat draped in that blue uniform.
Little did you know, you're not alone.
All of a sudden, the bell rings and people who seem to speak to all of the class at once line up outside your classroom door.
Before you know it, the next class has begun.
All of a sudden, 'I can handle it' becomes the less thought about thought.

And who puts surveillance cameras in school?