Saturday, September 29, 2007

This belated thing is getting to me

So what if the effects of alcohol are wearing off? So what if I don't like her as much as I used to? So what if she doesn't show up on TV as much as she did? So what if I couldn't care much less? So what if the thought continues to bother me? So what if this could possibly mean I'm growing up and leaving stuff behind? So what if these questions bounce on and off for eternity? So what if I haven't made much progress in getting over this system of self-contradiction? The mere fact that I know a person's birthdate means that I must wish them.

Hence, I should be courteous enough to wish them, with apologies for
taking so long.
So happy belated birthday Miss Rakshanda Khan.
And happy belated birthday to you to, Google.

And your post is up next, Markiv.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

On second thought

Happy birthday, dear!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

In the nation of the

There once was a teacher. A teacher like no other, but exactly like everyone else. A teacher not extremely old, but not very young either. A teacher who was wise, yet stupid.

She would go out every now and then, fill her mug with coffee, take a sip, and go back to analyzing mediocre question papers.
At times, she would have tea.

But amidst this seemingly action-packed and fast-paced world of hers, the truth had written monotony all over her life.

Tired of the way things were going, she woke up one morning and decided to do something far more adventurous - she decided to push her students into prostitution.

No, wait. Scratch that.

There once was a wannabe, a news channel and some old dude with vengeance on his mind.

As Mr. Vengeance Man began to discuss his plot, the other two predicted flawless popularity.
So the wannabe reporter magically transformed herself into a student of the teacher we spoke of not very long ago, and went on to share her blindfold with the world.
With a sham that could've lasted longer, she told everyone that the very teacher we spoke of not very long ago, was pushing kids into prostitution. Not only that, she also told us that she was one of those kids who had been pushed into prostitution by the same teacher we spoke of not very long ago.

Here's where the news monkey noticed that she couldn't do all of this by herself, so he closed his eyes with part of her bindfold, too.
Well aware of the fact that all of this was a lie, he put it on TV anyway.
Hey! This is India, and he can do anything he wants in the name of news!

Blah, blah blah.
Have you seen the new iPod Touch? And the new iPod nano? Man, it has
some evil dimensions...