Being tagged. Its simple. If you are tagged, then write a post which tells people 8 things about yourself. And then tag another person. If you aren't tagged then start your own post and then tag someone.
Here's my post serving as an example for all of you.
1. Looks: Five feet eight inches...average by American standards, tall by ours and short by European standards and gigantic by Japan's standards. Am not dark...but then I'm not fair either...You figure out my complexion yourself...(Say no to Racism!) But for an ugly paunch that developed in these past few months, I am in perfect shape. Fit I'd say. And am hitting the gym(leaving it caused the paunch in the first place) to beat my only adversary in this department...Hrithik Roshan. Okay I was exaggerating...My adversary is Salman Khan. :p
2. Hair: Black and Straight. Used to have long hair but now it's cropped short with a few spikes in the front that form a triangular crown. Love my locks and take good care of them. That is if you don't count Vertical hold gel that's gonna make me bald in a coupla years.
3. Dressing: I have a fairly good taste in dressing...as in I spot a well dressed person and identify flaws in the not so well dressed but this knowledge is limited to others. I know some of those dresses I wear look pathetic but I don give a fuck. Dress for comfort and then for style.
4. Speech: Can talk about literally any topic. I have a constantly decreasing vocabulary in English. Am pretty decent in Impromptu speech and public speaking in general.
5. Humor: Now I cant classify my humor into any particular section...It's a mix of everything but I specialize in self mockery(If there's a better term...lemme know). And I tease everyone around me relentlessly. And they don't seem to mind. And those who mind, get teased all the more.
6. Personally: I think I'm god's favorite child because everything that happens to me is the best I can ever ask for. Or maybe thats just the way I look at life. I really don't care about whats gonna happen the next moment. Carpediem. Live the moment.
7. Arrogance: I have that in loads. It sparks now and then occasionally when I'm normal. When I hate someone or something...arrogance amplifies and I can make a lotta people I hate feel sorry for what they did. V for vendetta. No matter how long or how much it takes, I will pay back what you gave me with interest. Good or Bad.
8. Finally, I am what I am. Accept me as I am or be gone. Stubborn, filled with contempt, hatred and loads of frustration, stressed to the extent of exploding, irritable and irritated and pretending not to be any of those. Hypocrite. But frank with my opinions.
Thats with the tag People...but then since I started introspecting, I felt I would add a little more.
Biologically : An uncatalogued species
Naturally : Interesting
Apparently : Sweet and Silent
Primarily : Angry
Definitely : Hot
Mentally : Volatile
Probably : retarded
Reasonably : Intelligent
Sufficiently : Irritated
Vertically : Long enough[perverts!!]
Currently : Bored
Geographically : Lost
Permanently : Mad
Reluctantly : Studying
Truly : Indian
Financially : Asking for more
Seriously : Humorous
Actively : Lazy
Rationally : Irrational
Honestly : Dishonest
22-Aug-2007
BSNL rocks and sucks at the same time
Well BSNL is the government's brainchild and in the year of broadband, I subscribe for this broadband connection. In April. And I was told I'll get it by May!! One entire month. But frankly it'd have been a lot better had I got it in may because I actually got to taste broadband only in June. In may I was told there were so many connections queued up that mine was on waiting list and I'll get the damn thing only in June.
I was so joyful when I got a call from them unexpectedly(I was expecting it only in July). Thats when I realized I needed to buy a LAN card for my beautiful state of the art PC(atleast it was...in 1998). I ask them to come the next day.
So I run upto the nearest comp store and buy an ethernet card. Come home and open up the cabinet and fit the darned thing in. Install it and Voila!
The next day, this old bugger comes home knocking...real old might be close to retirement. I welcome him home, give him royal treatment a little short of a red carpet welcome. He says he needs two new cables(RJ45 if u care). I say "Don't you bring these stuff?"
"He says either you get it now or I'll come back later."
Shit!! I run out and get two new cables...In the meanwhile this old bastard(sorry for cussing) ends up breaking a beautiful wind chime. I decided am not gonna tip him. Finally he screws [;)] everything in place.
I run it up and it says I need to configure this damn thing. I look at the old guy, who shrugs. I would be so glad to let him go. He din wait for his tip.
So I invite a friend home for dinner and then after some goose shit loose talk, I casually ask him if he'd by any chance know how to configure it. He knew. He did. He went.
So now I rub my hands and sit on the comp. And type an address. It won't come.
I was given a number. Customer Care. Care!!! lol...BSNL is so notorious for treating customers like horse shit. I call them at six pm and I hear the ring tone...the usual tring tring for a full minute when I realize no one stays in a government office beyond 5pm.
So I grit my teeth and hold my cool till the next day.
Trring trring...."Madam my net's not working can u send ur technician home to configure this box?" Bitch!
"No technician and all. I'll tell you over phone. Just follow my instructions" Bloody Fuck!
After twenty minutes and a million clicks...it still don work
She gives me another number. Contact them
I call those assholes and they direct me to Broadband helpline...HELPLINE!!!
They gimme another number to contact and I see its that of the lady i contacted earlier. Back to square one.
Then finally
I pay my own private technician and got it fixed. So people...BSNL offers the best in terms of content but be ready for a shit ride through a deep abyss if u r applying for a conection. Airtel guys come home...call u sir(!!)...and fix everything up in 3 days max. Thats customer service.
I was so joyful when I got a call from them unexpectedly(I was expecting it only in July). Thats when I realized I needed to buy a LAN card for my beautiful state of the art PC(atleast it was...in 1998). I ask them to come the next day.
So I run upto the nearest comp store and buy an ethernet card. Come home and open up the cabinet and fit the darned thing in. Install it and Voila!
The next day, this old bugger comes home knocking...real old might be close to retirement. I welcome him home, give him royal treatment a little short of a red carpet welcome. He says he needs two new cables(RJ45 if u care). I say "Don't you bring these stuff?"
"He says either you get it now or I'll come back later."
Shit!! I run out and get two new cables...In the meanwhile this old bastard(sorry for cussing) ends up breaking a beautiful wind chime. I decided am not gonna tip him. Finally he screws [;)] everything in place.
I run it up and it says I need to configure this damn thing. I look at the old guy, who shrugs. I would be so glad to let him go. He din wait for his tip.
So I invite a friend home for dinner and then after some goose shit loose talk, I casually ask him if he'd by any chance know how to configure it. He knew. He did. He went.
So now I rub my hands and sit on the comp. And type an address. It won't come.
I was given a number. Customer Care. Care!!! lol...BSNL is so notorious for treating customers like horse shit. I call them at six pm and I hear the ring tone...the usual tring tring for a full minute when I realize no one stays in a government office beyond 5pm.
So I grit my teeth and hold my cool till the next day.
Trring trring...."Madam my net's not working can u send ur technician home to configure this box?" Bitch!
"No technician and all. I'll tell you over phone. Just follow my instructions" Bloody Fuck!
After twenty minutes and a million clicks...it still don work
She gives me another number. Contact them
I call those assholes and they direct me to Broadband helpline...HELPLINE!!!
They gimme another number to contact and I see its that of the lady i contacted earlier. Back to square one.
Then finally
I pay my own private technician and got it fixed. So people...BSNL offers the best in terms of content but be ready for a shit ride through a deep abyss if u r applying for a conection. Airtel guys come home...call u sir(!!)...and fix everything up in 3 days max. Thats customer service.
18-Aug-2007
An illusion, a curse a mystery and blasphemy
A star's shine is constant, unlike the moon whose brightness grows and diminishes as days pass. Yet people think the moon more beautiful. Simply because she seems big. The Illusion.
A million stars shine on a moonless night and give you light. Yet you miss the moon. Small things are insignificant. The Curse.
A star, though small, will always be there for you. The moon comes and goes at her own free will. Yet we say the moon accompanies you no matter how far you travel. The Mystery.
The moon has not light of her own. All she does is ape the sun in his absence. Yet no one cares for stars with their own light. The blasphemy.
A million stars shine on a moonless night and give you light. Yet you miss the moon. Small things are insignificant. The Curse.
A star, though small, will always be there for you. The moon comes and goes at her own free will. Yet we say the moon accompanies you no matter how far you travel. The Mystery.
The moon has not light of her own. All she does is ape the sun in his absence. Yet no one cares for stars with their own light. The blasphemy.
17-Aug-2007
I'm so damn fucking crazy!
Where does this feeling settle in from? Suddenly it just creeps into my mind. A state when I like no one and hate everyone. Fuck them all! I'd be better off by myself. Leave me alone you freaks. And the next sane moment I'm craving for attention. The anger that comes with loneliness only manages to make me feel even more lonely. I don't know why I write and what I write for. I just write for the sake of writing for the sake of venting my... anger? I don't even know what I'm feeling right now.
I jus wanna punch these darned keys in ma keyboard till my fingers fall off...bleeding and soaking the keyboard with my blood.
This fucking feeling....Its so inexplicable. One moment I'm sad and down with grief. The next moment I'm mad with rage. The next moment I feel lonely the next I feel arrogant. Am I mad? I so wish I were but I don't think I am.
I have these gruesome visions....they come along with this feeling. Like I tear off my own ear or am in a nasty brawl with dripping blood hot paced action a million hands to fight with.
My vision is clogged with a tint of red. Blood red. Scared? Fuck no. Bring it on whoever you are.
But my face is so still like a river. But then Still waters are dangerous for no one knows how deep they are. And there is always silence before the storm.
I jus wanna punch these darned keys in ma keyboard till my fingers fall off...bleeding and soaking the keyboard with my blood.
This fucking feeling....Its so inexplicable. One moment I'm sad and down with grief. The next moment I'm mad with rage. The next moment I feel lonely the next I feel arrogant. Am I mad? I so wish I were but I don't think I am.
I have these gruesome visions....they come along with this feeling. Like I tear off my own ear or am in a nasty brawl with dripping blood hot paced action a million hands to fight with.
My vision is clogged with a tint of red. Blood red. Scared? Fuck no. Bring it on whoever you are.
But my face is so still like a river. But then Still waters are dangerous for no one knows how deep they are. And there is always silence before the storm.
16-Aug-2007
No pain no gain
Alright. I'm here. Inside four walls. The only exit is closed. There is no way out. My enemy is sitting patiently with sharp tools to his aid. I can see he is relentless because the previous victim was a five year old girl!!!
I watch dreadfully as he takes his sharp tools, turns that pink sobbing face of a five year old and turns it to the side and plunges the tool deep within with the child screaming and crying in pain.
Here I am, out of my own will, inside an ear piercing shop standing in a queue to get my ear pierced.
I have to thank my friend for sharing their gyan. They insisted more than what I consider normal, that I should pierce my right ear. I hit a few keys on my keyboard and realized that a single right ear piercing means GAY!!
So now I stand to see the kid in front of me going and sitting down. The parents talk nonsense to distract the child as the piercer goes to work. To everyone's surprise this kid did not even let out so much as a yell. He was silent with probably a few tears thats all.
Damn! It's my turn. Now I cant yell because of this damn kid. Prestige Issue. In a matter of two minutes:
A green glitter pen was used to mark the spot. I approved.
A surface anesthetic was applied. I smiled.
The piercing was done twice. I cringed. My eyes watered. Yet I smiled.
The kid was smiling at me. I smiled back.
And it was over. It took three days for the pain to recede. With medications from a family doctor who laughed her head off when she knew it was me, not my sister, who pierced ears. But ultimately it was worth it and I have to end with a quote:
I watch dreadfully as he takes his sharp tools, turns that pink sobbing face of a five year old and turns it to the side and plunges the tool deep within with the child screaming and crying in pain.
Here I am, out of my own will, inside an ear piercing shop standing in a queue to get my ear pierced.
I have to thank my friend for sharing their gyan. They insisted more than what I consider normal, that I should pierce my right ear. I hit a few keys on my keyboard and realized that a single right ear piercing means GAY!!
So now I stand to see the kid in front of me going and sitting down. The parents talk nonsense to distract the child as the piercer goes to work. To everyone's surprise this kid did not even let out so much as a yell. He was silent with probably a few tears thats all.
Damn! It's my turn. Now I cant yell because of this damn kid. Prestige Issue. In a matter of two minutes:
A green glitter pen was used to mark the spot. I approved.
A surface anesthetic was applied. I smiled.
The piercing was done twice. I cringed. My eyes watered. Yet I smiled.
The kid was smiling at me. I smiled back.
And it was over. It took three days for the pain to recede. With medications from a family doctor who laughed her head off when she knew it was me, not my sister, who pierced ears. But ultimately it was worth it and I have to end with a quote:
"No pain No gain"
Happy Independence day???
My day started with this text message that I sent to all my friends...
"Just because we live in India, it doesn't mean it is the best country in the world. And the reason I can tell you this sans fear is because we live in a democratic Independent country. Happy Independence day."
And just as though god wanted to prove me right, that same evening me and my friend went to a local shopping mall...Had a gala evening with people popping out of the blue and handing over Tricolored flags and free key chains...national spirit i guess. After the outing, we returned to the crowded parking lot only to realize that my friend had lost the vehicle's key!!
We were searching frantically within our pockets when this uniformed guard walks by and sees us and smiles. I say..."We have lost the key."
He says..."You left it in the vehicle. I have it."
We say..."Oh!!! Thank you so much sir."
Apparently he realized we weren't gonna pay him for the favor so he asks..."show me your identification...license, registration certificate or something"
I blink blindly. I've never heard any of those terms before. My friend though uses the banal banter..."I have it but I did not bring it today" Emphasizing today. The guard then scratches his head[Universal gesture of demanding a bribe]. I understand.
Unfortunately we spent whatever we had inside the mall. Thankfully my friend did have a fifty rupee note...I say give it and we'll go
"NO!!" screamed my stoic friend at me. I was appalled. "Today's independence day and I don't want to spend these fifty buck on a lousy guard."
The guard says..."At the entry they give you a token with your time of entry and your vehicle number. Atleast show me that and I'l let you go".
My friend had forgotten to obtain that token as well. I say "You don't have any identification, you don't have the token and to top that you lost your key which is with the guard. So give that fifty bucks and let's get the hell out of this place."
My friend, with that indignation that conscionable people have, walked all the way to the front and somehow obtained that token. Now the guard couldn't say anything so he was direct and he knew he had to tell ME and not my friend if he wanted his wish to come true. So he says "Sir I have done this please show me some appreciation"
Me being bankrupt somehow convinced my friend to part with those fifty bucks and give it to the guard. Finally, we drive out of that place both of us, arguing about conscience bribery and the fate of this country. I turn back and look at the guard...He smiles and shouts "HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!"
"Just because we live in India, it doesn't mean it is the best country in the world. And the reason I can tell you this sans fear is because we live in a democratic Independent country. Happy Independence day."
And just as though god wanted to prove me right, that same evening me and my friend went to a local shopping mall...Had a gala evening with people popping out of the blue and handing over Tricolored flags and free key chains...national spirit i guess. After the outing, we returned to the crowded parking lot only to realize that my friend had lost the vehicle's key!!
We were searching frantically within our pockets when this uniformed guard walks by and sees us and smiles. I say..."We have lost the key."
He says..."You left it in the vehicle. I have it."
We say..."Oh!!! Thank you so much sir."
Apparently he realized we weren't gonna pay him for the favor so he asks..."show me your identification...license, registration certificate or something"
I blink blindly. I've never heard any of those terms before. My friend though uses the banal banter..."I have it but I did not bring it today" Emphasizing today. The guard then scratches his head[Universal gesture of demanding a bribe]. I understand.
Unfortunately we spent whatever we had inside the mall. Thankfully my friend did have a fifty rupee note...I say give it and we'll go
"NO!!" screamed my stoic friend at me. I was appalled. "Today's independence day and I don't want to spend these fifty buck on a lousy guard."
The guard says..."At the entry they give you a token with your time of entry and your vehicle number. Atleast show me that and I'l let you go".
My friend had forgotten to obtain that token as well. I say "You don't have any identification, you don't have the token and to top that you lost your key which is with the guard. So give that fifty bucks and let's get the hell out of this place."
My friend, with that indignation that conscionable people have, walked all the way to the front and somehow obtained that token. Now the guard couldn't say anything so he was direct and he knew he had to tell ME and not my friend if he wanted his wish to come true. So he says "Sir I have done this please show me some appreciation"
Me being bankrupt somehow convinced my friend to part with those fifty bucks and give it to the guard. Finally, we drive out of that place both of us, arguing about conscience bribery and the fate of this country. I turn back and look at the guard...He smiles and shouts "HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!"
11-Aug-2007
Wanna Pierce ears??
I've been scourging the internet and interviewing people about ear piercing for the past week. And I've gathered quite a bit of information that might be useful to anyone interested.
First of all, ear piercing is the most famous form of piercing for both men and women. With that little tidbit, lets jump in.
1.Its always better to go for manual piercing than gun shot piercing.
2.The piercing ought to be done using a sterilized needle.
3.The earring you put as soon as the piercing has to be a good quality metal one. Like gold, silver, titanium or platinum.
4.If you have a reddish coloring after the piercing or any itching sensation, it means you are having an allergic reaction. Go to the doc immediately.
5.A piercing takes a minimum of 4 weeks to heal.
If you want to pierce your own ear follow these steps:
1.Use some Ice on your ear lobe for a minute till its completely numb.
2.Use a candle and show a safety pin in its flame.
3.Wipe the needle with alcohol or erythromycin lotion.
4.Pierce your ear.
5.Let the pin stay in place for some time...say ten minutes.
6.Remove it and put the earring in place and leave it free for sometime.
Tip: Rotate the earring a few times a day so that the hole doesn't close in.
Don't touch the piercing.
Apply some antiseptic or anti bacterial lotion using a cotton bud in the area behind your earring.
09-Aug-2007
Walker's Road
No there is no walker's road in Chennai. I have no clue what this road is called, but to all early risers this place is known as walker's road. My never-failing alarm dutifully rang at 4.45 am. And I groggily walked up to the wash room and brushed my teeth. Put on my running shoes and off I went. My mission: To reduce this one layer of flab that I had managed to accumulate in my summer hols.
I had a partner, who happened to be jogging at four am everyday for the past three months. After fifteen minutes of bargaining I managed to convince him to start the jog at 5. So I was ready by our meeting point...a clandestine tea stall shivering in the early morning chillness (Ok am exaggerating! We live in Chennai, after all.) My partner was a little bit late. So I start walking towards his direction hoping to meet him en route.
Not more than ten steps and my partner approaches me...not walking, not jogging but running! And behind him were a pack of dogs chasing him frantically...gleefully rather. I also started to run. And it took us two full minutes of nonstop running to lose them on our trail. That's when I wished my partner a great morning. My first day at jogging since high school and what a start?
So we walk a little towards walker's road and then start jogging. This place is so full of fitness freaks. Ladies and gentlemen of all ages. We easily overtook a few lads. I was happy I wasn't doing all that bad. That's when the breathing problem started. I had difficulty breathing and stopped jogging every five minutes. Wheezing? No..My body is not accustomed to anything different from the sedentary.
So we continue our wonderful jog together, when the greatest insult came in the form of a sixty year old man. Athletic, wet t-shirt, shorts and running shoes et al. He was jogging ahead of us. His neck was slightly bent and in an acute angle to his head. I couldn't suppress a smile, a pleasant one mind you, for I have never seen an oldie this fit or this freaky about fitness. As I was looking at him awestruck, my partner tells me, "I have been seeing this man ever since I started jogging. He comes before me and leaves only after I do. I have never seen him take a break." I was appalled and realized that inspiration comes from the most weird and unexpected of places. And I learnt my lesson for the day.."Appearences can be deceptive."
Blogs on a roll
My nut's cranked again. I realize there is absolutely no point sitting behind my comp screen and typing text that no one's gonna read. I want you people out there to read this. I want you to listen to my voice.
But then I don't believe in submitting links to some traffic booster program or website. I need the right kinda traffic. My target audience. So I sit and do what's best for this kinda work. I sit patiently and visit blogs that have a similar content on them. And send a comment along with a request to swap links. But people, don't you dare think I'm outta my mind. I am not. It works. Within two days there is a good response.
Nice to see that there are friendly people out there in this arrogant sadistic rude fucked up world.
By jove, thanks to all ye who have swapped links. Hail Hitler.
P.S. The links are swapped on my other blog because this is like a personal diary. I wouldn't link to another blog from here unless its a similar personal blog.
But then I don't believe in submitting links to some traffic booster program or website. I need the right kinda traffic. My target audience. So I sit and do what's best for this kinda work. I sit patiently and visit blogs that have a similar content on them. And send a comment along with a request to swap links. But people, don't you dare think I'm outta my mind. I am not. It works. Within two days there is a good response.
Nice to see that there are friendly people out there in this arrogant sadistic rude fucked up world.
By jove, thanks to all ye who have swapped links. Hail Hitler.
P.S. The links are swapped on my other blog because this is like a personal diary. I wouldn't link to another blog from here unless its a similar personal blog.
07-Aug-2007
What I learnt in college - Proverbs Version
A man is as old as he feels: A student is as bored as he feels
Idle Brain is the devil's workshop: An idle student is sandman's prey
Better late than never: better late than never to class
Every cloud has a silver lining: Every lecture has an end
All that glitters is not gold: All beautiful girls are not available.
Actions speak louder than words: Its better to gesture than comment loudly
Opportunity knocks the door only once: There is only one chance to bunk any class
Great minds think alike: foolish minds seldom differ
A stitch in time saves nine: An assignment in time saves nine
Rome was not built in a day: Papers are not Learnt in a day
Make hay while the sun shines: Eat your lunch when no one's around
Where there is a will there is a way: Where there is a classroom there is an exit
Early bird catches the worm: Early student catches the last bench.
Discretion is the better part of valor: Discretion is the better part of Exam papers
Empty Vessels make more Noise: Empty lunch boxes increase the chance of getting caught/Empty lunch boxes make more noise
Idle Brain is the devil's workshop: An idle student is sandman's prey
Better late than never: better late than never to class
Every cloud has a silver lining: Every lecture has an end
All that glitters is not gold: All beautiful girls are not available.
Actions speak louder than words: Its better to gesture than comment loudly
Opportunity knocks the door only once: There is only one chance to bunk any class
Great minds think alike: foolish minds seldom differ
A stitch in time saves nine: An assignment in time saves nine
Rome was not built in a day: Papers are not Learnt in a day
Make hay while the sun shines: Eat your lunch when no one's around
Where there is a will there is a way: Where there is a classroom there is an exit
Early bird catches the worm: Early student catches the last bench.
Discretion is the better part of valor: Discretion is the better part of Exam papers
Empty Vessels make more Noise: Empty lunch boxes increase the chance of getting caught/Empty lunch boxes make more noise
05-Aug-2007
What i learnt in college
It doesn't pay to be Ethical.
It helps if you are selfish.
Never open a lunch box when there are more than ten possible hands(both left and right).
Never talk about assignments before your teacher does.
Remember not to take too much money in your wallet.
Too many notebooks spoil the student
Never sing a song if you don't know the lyrics.
The bus did not breakdown if you are the only person who's late.
You do not officially belong to your class outside your class.
You do not belong to your own college outside the campus.
Never comment about a teacher unless you've listened to their lectures.
All good looking girls are committed.
Not all normal looking people are normal.
Not everyone who is spectacled is a nerd.
All fat people don't necessarily have a paunch.
All skinny guys are not poor fighters.
its better not to ask a guy where he'd been if he has a black eye.
The smell of Halls, Chlormint, Mentos are all used to deodorize tobacco.
Not all guys who chew gum regularly smoke.
A guy who sleeps inside the college bus, even after the bus is outside the campus, is drunk.
All those who rap need not know English.
The teacher who smiles is the most dangerous.
Never take an unconcealed water bottle to college.
All items lent and forgotten will find their way to your desk before submission somehow.
All items that you refused to lend will go missing.
Never tease a guy who remains silent while teasing.
Don't bother people who don't bother you.
Never tease a girl whose boyfriend is in your college.
There is a story that you don't wanna know, behind every black eye and blue cheek.
You cannot fight ten people at once.
Its smart to shut up when someone is yelling at you.
The top ranker always claims to be unstudious.
You always mess up in front of good looking girls.
The most embarrassing moments happen with teachers to whom you want to prove your point.
A guy who likes backstreet boys is gay.
There are more bisexuals and gay friends than you'd like to admit.
The guy who is teased most is often the most talented
It helps if you are selfish.
Never open a lunch box when there are more than ten possible hands(both left and right).
Never talk about assignments before your teacher does.
Remember not to take too much money in your wallet.
Too many notebooks spoil the student
Never sing a song if you don't know the lyrics.
The bus did not breakdown if you are the only person who's late.
You do not officially belong to your class outside your class.
You do not belong to your own college outside the campus.
Never comment about a teacher unless you've listened to their lectures.
All good looking girls are committed.
Not all normal looking people are normal.
Not everyone who is spectacled is a nerd.
All fat people don't necessarily have a paunch.
All skinny guys are not poor fighters.
its better not to ask a guy where he'd been if he has a black eye.
The smell of Halls, Chlormint, Mentos are all used to deodorize tobacco.
Not all guys who chew gum regularly smoke.
A guy who sleeps inside the college bus, even after the bus is outside the campus, is drunk.
All those who rap need not know English.
The teacher who smiles is the most dangerous.
Never take an unconcealed water bottle to college.
All items lent and forgotten will find their way to your desk before submission somehow.
All items that you refused to lend will go missing.
Never tease a guy who remains silent while teasing.
Don't bother people who don't bother you.
Never tease a girl whose boyfriend is in your college.
There is a story that you don't wanna know, behind every black eye and blue cheek.
You cannot fight ten people at once.
Its smart to shut up when someone is yelling at you.
The top ranker always claims to be unstudious.
You always mess up in front of good looking girls.
The most embarrassing moments happen with teachers to whom you want to prove your point.
A guy who likes backstreet boys is gay.
There are more bisexuals and gay friends than you'd like to admit.
The guy who is teased most is often the most talented
03-Aug-2007
Complacency
Where does this feeling arise from? In case you have seen any of my self description sections, you'll realize that this word screams at you...I'm COMPLACENT!
I don't know why, when or how I am complacent. The definition for complacency is self satisfaction. But it is hardly an asset. It's this feeling from deep within that tells me I am doing absolutely fine in a class of fifty with a mere 75%.
Its this feeling that tells me to stop working once I've come just one step above a majority of my peers. Its this feeling thats says "This will Do". Its this feeling that stops me from going ahead. Like a mouse peeping through the most unexpected places in your house, this thought finds its place through a million holes in my mind and seeps in like a flood once it has found a hole.
Now, there's only one reason why I feel this is a problem. And that's because
I don't know why, when or how I am complacent. The definition for complacency is self satisfaction. But it is hardly an asset. It's this feeling from deep within that tells me I am doing absolutely fine in a class of fifty with a mere 75%.
Its this feeling that tells me to stop working once I've come just one step above a majority of my peers. Its this feeling thats says "This will Do". Its this feeling that stops me from going ahead. Like a mouse peeping through the most unexpected places in your house, this thought finds its place through a million holes in my mind and seeps in like a flood once it has found a hole.
Now, there's only one reason why I feel this is a problem. And that's because
"I feel complacent about doing something about my complacency"
