...Infinity...

...Of Time and Space...

You were there
running along on a parallel line.
I made a singularity to pull you
but never considered the time.
Time it will take you to reach me
or my place beyond the singularity
along the line.

Boo yeah.

:-D

Love and peace.

...The Gate...

Something is wrong. Really wrong, like perfectly-fitting-square-peg-in-a-round-hole wrong. My whole body feels rested but some muscles are torn. I've had an omelette and a few biscuits in the past 36 hours but I'm not hungry. Yesterday I slept like a baby but today I don't feel like sleeping at all. I had no energy to even stand straight but I just played basketball for about an hour. My mind has never been so clear but at times I have no clue what to do. And I'm stuck on this song :

And you know why? I don't have a fucking clue. So how do we deal with such a situation? I don't have a fucking clue. But I know what to do now : play the song on repeat and brain fuck the problem out.

Off we go...

...That Door...

It was a sunny day, probably a monsoon day but a sunny one. I don't remember if they called us or we, me and my brother, were already there playing something which children of that age played. I was about 12 or something and my brother two years older which he is even now.
 So, let's skip to the part when we were there standing in front of that door. The poor wooden door riddled with cracks throughout its years old blue paint, weathered across the spectrum of seasons that we have around the tropics. It stood as the main entrance to the smallest house in our neighborhood. The folks who lived there were umm.. quite interesting. They may not be the regular uncle, aunty and the kid, but they were umm... pretty interesting.
The uncle was a normal uncle-looking guy with a pot belly thin hair and a moustache. He had a strong Kanpuriya(UP-wala) accent and was a fan of Robin Singh. When the aunty and the kid would be away for some days he would say that he would have fish and chicken at the Chetak hotel for dinner, but would instead cook and have khichdi everyday. The aunty was a skinny sari-wearing, aunty-looking woman. She was a lecturer of Chemistry at the local college, but she always acted like a 10 year old girl jumping around and making faces. Well, she had a really skinny face with big teeth so, now I realize she might not have been making those faces intentionally after all. But overall she was a nice lady. At least she never hit me even when I made fun of her. Maybe she never understood. Hmm... never mind. And the kid was same as my age, he was my classmate in fact. I would've called him a normal 12 year old kid if he didn't have that bald patch, about a third of his scalp, on the right side of his head which was due to his "habit" of tearing his hair out one by one and, as he explained it to me, sucking them. Well, except that he was quite normal but wore his pants high, ate toothpaste, didn't wear any underwear, and considered me, who had pulled down his pants in public(literally) many times, his best friend. Well, in a class when we were told to write a letter to our best friend I addressed it to him because I knew that no one else was going to, so, that's me sometimes.
Oh, I almost forgot that we were talking about that door. So, the door was jammed most probably due to the rains, wood swelling due to absorption of water and all. And the uncle was on some business tour or something and the aunty and the kid were stuck outside. So, we were there to take care of that and we decided to kick the door open. Well, what better plan would you expect from a 12 year old me high on cartoons, martial arts movies, and video games. The plan was quite clear, I go running towards the door and flying-kick it open. But my brother wanted to go first and so he went on and kicked the door, but it didn't open. So then it was my turn. I made my superhero face, gathered my chi, took my run up, jumped, flew and kicked the door with all my momentum, but the door didn't budge. So, the plan failed. So then we needed a new plan. And we came up with one - keep on kicking the door until it opens up or breaks down. Quite surprisingly the aunty agreed to the "new" plan. So, we took turns and kicked the door again and again. Fortunately, the door opened up with one of my fine super-chi-powered flying kicks. My brother would like to claim that it was his kick that loosened up the door before my final kick, but how can we ever know.
So, that was that about that door. I guess the same door still stands there filed at the edges, in front of that Jamun tree.

And that was that about that.

Peace.

...Circles...

Life's a bitch. You must have heard that before. Well, I think it is actually a snake-biting-its-own-tail kind of bitch. Yes it is. If you ever heard someone say that life is like running around in circles, and wondered what it means, then here I am telling you that it means exactly what it sounds like. It is like running in circles which fractal out into more circles of different dimensions and finally all of them loop around to make one very large Basilisky circle (Caution : Please don't stare right into its eyes). We're assuming here that not being born is equivalent to being dead, just that you leave a residue of an integral over the circle of life. It is throughout Birthdays, New Years, Exams, Up times, Down times, Confusion, Clarity, Alarms, Toilets, Beds, and blahbity and blobh.
It's not that life doesn't change, it is that it changes so much that it has nowhere else to go but to the scratch. You don't need to follow a routine or make a plan, sooner or later you'll find yourself at the same crossroads staring at the same old demon. Cursing fate or celebrating luck, praying for change or grasping for stability, pondering "why?" or choosing "what?", you'll be at the same place again just facing in some other direction. But, oh, you want answers! You look up to people, people who are as clueless as you are. You try to follow them, you try to be them. Then you look back and see what you were, what you've become and recall what you always wanted to be. And then you realize that the only time you were yourself was when you were not craving to have something or to be someone else. And if you are bold enough you start over again, or if not you just wait for the stare of those cold eyes at the end of the tail.
So, that's that.
It's just that I have a class tomorrow and I am felling like attending it, so...

Don't take it heavy.

Peace...

P.S. : I'm an artist. All I need is a canvas.
P.P.S : and a muse.
P.P.P.S : and other stuff too if you don't get the allegory.

...Derping...

Derp said, "She's not that pretty."
But Herp insisted, "Come on, she's good."
"Not that good."
"She's cute."
"Ok, she's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Now, that last statement may give an impression that Derp was frustrated and wanted to terminate the argument, but that's no the case. What happened there was that Derp had a sudden change of perspective, and he saw what he had been missing all along.

THE END
................

This may look like the stupidest and shittiest story ever.....
..
....
..... until you have a sudden change of perspective.


lol

you're funny.

I'm not drunk.

And it's me.

;-D

ਸਤ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਅਕਾਲ |

* based on a true story

...Mountain blues...

* not exactly blues.

..........
In your eyes
I can see
while passing through
all that's true
All that innocence
that's saving you
from the lies
they say are true.
.....
It's like going
on a highway
all alone
through those trees.
And it's winding
up and up and up

blue skies

I feel free.
.....
But
you can't reach me
and see the view
through my eyes
my mountain blues.
.....
You can't feel me
through and through
from my heart
my mountain blues.
..........

If only I could be your mirror and show you from my eyes how much more than just being beautiful you really are.

Courtesy : Caffeine.

...Blahsphemy...

Tonight's the night. No, we are not killing anyone and it's not even 'the' night, it's just a night and the only reason I said that is because I felt like saying that. And that's about what I've been doing for some time. Now, obviously I am not updating my blog as frequently as I would've wanted to because I stopped thinking much a while ago and started doing stuff. Stuff as in random stuff, stuff people do, stuff I am expected to do, stuff I like to do, and stuff. So, doing this stuff has made life a bit interesting and I figured out a problem that I have been facing for quite some time now, which is that I don't generally do stuff. And I don't do stuff not because it is not interesting but because it's not creating any problem for me. So the basic problem is the classic problem that there isn't any problem. Well, it's not entirely true, there are problems but I can't care a lot about most of them. So, basically the problem is that there is no major problem. But we can't wait for it passively. So, I've started creating my own small problems, to keep the timeline interesting.
Fuck. Am I babbling? Yeah, right.
So, wassup?
You know Chandigarh's Passport Seva Kendra is totally awesome. Unlike any other government office it runs totally smooth, the people there do their jobs efficiently, and they seem to be interested in helping you out with everything. Good job people.
And don't get in an auto-rickshaw driven by a drunk guy, because even if you reach your destination safely you'll have to beat him up for some good reasons.
And Grant Morrison's interpretation of Mahabharat is totally awesome.

And Sleeping dogs is another awesome sandbox. And you can't compare it with GTA just like you can't compare the Beatles with Led Zeppelin.
And there's more.
Like, tor rules. Great concept.
And blah and bloh.
Kicking all the asses off.

Tata.

Peace...

...Holiday...

I need a vacation. A long one. Well, I am not doing anything (at all) these days. And I can't even remember the last time I did anything that classifies as 'productive' or 'work'. But I seriously need a vacation. A vacation away from everything I know. A vacation to do something I don't know.
Summer has settled in. It has brought the stagnation back. It's not very ugly right now, there are people around who cover you from feeling how still it has become.
Hopelessness. Now, that's the really ugly part. When you realize things are rushing away, but something inside has become very still. Dead. When things look like they have been damaged beyond repair. There's no motivation left. I don't think I have felt motivated to do something in a long time.
But, you know what? fuck it.

Today was a fun day. Had KFC Zinger for dinner, and free Pepsi, and made someone's birthday really special, well, I don't know what his name was or even if it was his birthday or not, but I am sure as hell he's not gonna sit straight for a few days. And went on a patakha frenzy with friends. And there's good news. The internet at IISER Mohali, Hostel-5, is buffering Youtube videos real fast these days. The internet speed is good. And sleepless nights are back again. And Dexter is back again. And there's Batman. And Deadpool. And music. And I don't know why I am not writing a lot these days. Because I should, and right now it feels good. And I thank evolution for not totally eliminating dumb people. They are so adorable and funny. And I love you all as I always have.

And Rock n Roll baby.

This time I know what I am posting.
Rock bottom - UFO

and for better sound quality, the studio version :

Try and live until next time.
... . ...

...Being villain...

Hi, my name is Shivpal and I am the world's greatest villain and all. Now you would say something like, come on you narcissistic bastard are you better than the Joker? And I would say is Beethoven better than Hans Zimmer? You get the point right? I am just a speck in this dust storm of villains. Well not exactly, I have super strength, genius level intellect, psychopathic nature and those sort of things, but what adds a great deal to all this is that I was just a step away from immortality. Yes, this reminds me that the story is not about me it is about a small guy who got in my way and killed me.

Wait a minute, what's that?

Thud...scratch..scratch..scratch...thud...thud...

Holy mother of Lucifer, is that one of my minions trying to dig me out? I knew they'll come for me, my faithful little creatures. But I never hoped they'll find me, these flat-headed dumb twits. Well they are so dumb that they never notice that I charge them 133.7% taxes on their wages. They are just satisfied by my revenue collection policy: pay your dues by, when you die. And they think they are tricking me by never paying their taxes. Well it's not like I need to rip them off for a living, but you can't fight your nature can you?

So yeah, the story, umm, my brain cells are degrading right now lying in this Faraday cursed grave and if I put too much stress on them even my regenerative powers won't help me recover my memory after getting out, so, let's save the story for some another day. Until then don't die because I want to kill you.

So long.

Death and misery to all.

Shivpal.

That rhymed well.

...Living in my brain...

Yesterday I was travelling in a bus and this man was sitting next to me. He was just another common Indian man with a rugged, checked blue shirt and grey pants with soberly side parted hair and a big nose. He didn't look economically very sound. His hands, his build and his nervousness told that he had recently moved to the city, which the farmers around these parts tend to do during these hot months as there is no water for irrigation. I bet he had a very interesting story but my attention was stolen by a vibrant orange sticker on the window side. "Baba Pathan Bangali" the largest font read. I was really intrigued by the name as it covered the whole length of India and appealed to the followers of two most populous religions in India. The name would generally have a religious appeal to a common man but for me it was the curiosity to find out what was he advertising himself for that took me reading that ad. First thought in my mind was that with that name he could have started a religion of his own, but that was not the case as there was a small logo besides the name with a picture of Sai Baba, and there was a slogan promoting Hindu-Muslim fraternity. Then I thought he must be some phony doctor cliaming to cure aging or sexual and heart diseases. But then I started reading the ad and found out that he was a step ahead. He was a witch doctor. This guy cured jinxes, curses, possessions and all the other witchcraft stuff. He claimed his gifts to be a proud inheritance from his forefathers, and also that he could cure almost anything just with a phone call.
 So, I was sitting there in a Jeff-"The dude"-Lebowski-take-it-easy style, and the man sitting next to me was growing ever uneasier. He looked like he wanted to say something to me, but I was not in the mood to ask. So, he took his time like a guy building up his confidence to ask out a girl he has had a crush forever and finally spoke.
"Are you going to Chittor?"
He must be bored.
"Yes."
"Do you live in Pratapnagar?"
Are you going to ask me for money?
"umm... yes."
"I have seen you around there."
Seriously? You gotta be kidding me Mr. Feynman. In the past six years whenever I had been to my home in Chittor the net time I had spent outdoors is like 6 or 8 hours. So, either you are mistaking me for someone else, or you have a photographic memory.
"umm... ok."
"I too live in Pratapnagar. You know Balaji Juice center?"
The only shops I know by name in Chittor are Rama Super Market, Rama Cloth store, Jai Santoshi Ma gift shop, Aggarsen departmental store, Namdev Namkeen Bhandar, Jodhpur Sweet shop, well now I realize I know many more, but I don't remember any Balaji juice center. Well, there is a Balaji photographer but no Balaji juice center in my map.
"sorry, where?"
"er, Balaji juice center, Pratapnagar."
Now, every shop in Pratapnagar is either near Pratapnagar Chowk or Fawara (fountain) Chowk. I don't think there is a juice shop near Pratapnagar Chowk, and it now occurs to me that I had once had an ice cream near Fawara Chowk at an ice-cream and juice shop, which was closed a few years ago, called Balaji I think. I am not very good at remembering names.
"Near Fawara Chowk?"
There was a faint smile on his big face.
"Yes, I live there. In that shop."
"hmm... ok."
I guess that's all he wanted to say. And I am not much of a talker so the conversation ended there. And then we sat there for the next 15 minutes in peace, he trying to look out of the window and I trying to memorise the phone number of Baba Pathan Bangali. And that was that.
And yeah, if you have any paranormal problems or of you feel like having some fun please contact Baba Pathan Bangali : 9540964771 and 9540247288. Enjoy!

...Who wants to be a-bored?...

None of you might be wondering about what I have been doing for the past few days. But still I am much obliged to tell you, "nothing much". Well, that's because my bar for 'much' is quite high.
So, let me just clearly and sincerely tell you that I have been :
(1) eating - a lot - my nani (mom's mom) is an excellent cook.
(2) teaching teenagers about torrents and piracy.
(3) sleeping, as if I'm depressed.
(4) watching sunsets and moonsets.
(5) watching frogs trying to eat dung beatles. They are mostly unsuccessful.
(6) sweeping floors.
(7) only using my phone as a connection to the digital world. Androidify!!!
(8) grinding chutney with ancient tools.
(9) setting up mosquito nets (machhardani).
(10) sitting quite, thinking, smiling.
(11) listening to old women and drunk men.
(12) listening to stories. My nana (mom's dad) is an awesome storyteller. His stories used to be about animals and queens and kings and always concluded with a moral. And now they are about life and family and characters and Sikh history and politics and spirituality. And nana's elder brother is even a better storyteller, maybe because all his stories have a bit of masala.
(13) And yeah, staying online forever.
That's about it I guess. And of course writing a blog at this hour and on my phone is also new.
So, see you in the next edition of "who wants to be a-bored." hope you live until then.
*poof* you know the rest.

...Boredom...

Note : Don't read if you have anything better to do.

I think I made my point.
Green leaves.
32 omens.
Ashes.
You.
me.
I.
.
"Bloody hell." (In British accent.)
It's raining.
Home?
Feel?
eat?
eh?
o?
?

Don't bother, just rambling. Have nothing better to do than to change my gtalk status. Well, it's not like I don't have anything to do, but you know it's just the usual stuff. And I'm not feeling very adventurous , so. And the mausam is great, raining, cool breeze. And I don't know why I don't wanna go home. It's not like I like this place very much or anything, but I think the inertia, the procrastination, the laziness has taken its toll. Yes, I felt a bit better after writing the last statement, but then it took me over again. And now I  don't feel any better. Please stop reading this now. It's shiity. Cranky. I like to learn. I want to learn a lot more. And I don't think I have enough time. I want to start now. But the inertia. Where's my force?
Force?
force?
For?
FO
F?
F

I need a push.
Or I may fall.

Ahhh... when did I learn to give up? is this growing up? I always wanted to grow up. It's not much fun though. And not much different. The number of problems remains the same, its just their nature that changes.

I must go home.

I must.

go.

Do I want to go? No. Do I wan to stay? No. Do I want to think? No, but I am. Do I want to talk? maybe. Do I want to sing? I am. Do I want to cry? I can't.
Dear brain, it's a mess in here.

Ah... I remember some quote :
" Do only that thing which only you can do. " - Dijkstra (I guess I spelled it correctly)
and I was like - lol

"Bloody hell." (In British accent of course.)

I would have recommended a song, but that's too much work. You see?
I have a few good ideas, at least I think so, about different things I can do which I have not done yet, and also about the things I generally like doing.
So, I think I must go now. Trash those ideas somewhere in some notepad, and go home and rest.

I'm all rested.
I need rest.
I must go.
I think.
I do.
I?
I


ba ba ba ba bye...
Peace can be very irritating sometimes.

You know I just wanted to write a single line in this post.

...Crossroad blues....

This will never end
'Cause I want more
more, give me more
give me more.

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
after the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings.

- Fever Ray (if I had a heart)

Eight semesters at IISER Mohali. And all we still are is dust in the wind. Don't feel any different than I felt yesterday, or the day before that or any other normal day. End of an academic semester means nothing if you don't study during the semester and during the exams, as you sure as hell are not going to study in the vacations.
So, here we are on the same crossroads again, trying to figure out which road does the demon takes to sneak up on us. But it doesn't seem to matter as it is shadowed by the enticing deal she's going to offer.  Do we kiss and seal the deal? Or shall we live with what we have? The moment of decision seems to extend to all eternity.
But the times they are a-changing my friend. And the least we can do is to hope for the best.

Awesome song :

And I don't know why am I so happy.
And I don't want to know.
Ignorance, as we all know, is like earphones.

Peace.

...Algorithms and Complexity...

When you live in a community, or any other kind of group, you follow a certain system to make your life, as well as other's, easy. Now, suppose you live at some random place called Hostel-5, in some random universe called IISER, and you have a group of friends you usually hang around and/or have dinner with. So basically, whenever you eat you have to pay, lets take it to be the natural order of the things.  Now, if there are many others eating with you, you place a large order assuming everyone likes to eat (a lot). Now the problem is something like this : it is not always possible to figure out who has eaten how much, and even if you assume that everyone had an equal share (as we are taking the problem on statistical levels) sometimes your share of the bill turns up to be something like Rs. 1000 / 7 . So basically, it is not always possible that everyone pays their share at the spot due to the above or some other reason, like sometimes someone forgets to bring their wallet or their bank balance is something like Rs. 51.12 etc. So, that is the general outline of the problem.
   So where do we go now? Well, there's a particularly ingenious solution to this problem called "Sandhu ki Diary". We assign one member of the group, generally called Sandhu, to be the reference. Now, whenever the bill arrives someone (or 'n' members depending on the given conditions) pays the whole bill and everyone's share goes into Sandhu ki Diary something like +143, and for the guy who pays it goes something like +143 -1000 or something like that. Now if you don't pay up for a long time your column in the Sandhu ki Diary goes something like +143+178+98+150+50+68+256+143+658+98+142 = 1948, or something, and you receive a message form Sandhu to pay up. Now you can gladly pay him Rs.2000 and your column will look something like 1948-2000 = -52. And everyone is happy.

    Here's a tribute to the great services of Sandhu ki Diary. :


...............
Sandhu ki Diary
...............

jo kuch tune kiya hai
sab likha hai yahan,
jo khaya jo piya hai
sab likha hai yahan,
jo karega wo bharega
bachke jaega kahan,
na hai khat na ye shayri,
ye hai Sandhu ki diary.

....................

It at least deserves a Wah Wah.

Wah Wah !!!

.....................

PS: I think that scholarship thing is a thing of past now.

Peace out...

...Shadows...

Here's something I wrote last summer. Well, I don't know why I didn't publish it here at that time. The wi-fi must have been down and the heat had totally screwed my mind.  And thanks to Gaurav for discovering this, I didn't even remember I had written something like this.
.....................................................
...Shadows...

Its dark
and I'm burning
Burning in the shadow
shadow of misery

I'm burning
but it's dark

The fire is black
it has no light

I felt good
until that spark.

But now
I'm burning
out of sight

I'm still burning
the fire is cursed.

There will be no remains
I won't be missed
As no one will
ever know that
I ever existed.

I guess it is good not to be missed after you are gone than to leave a sad world behind.

.........................................................

That's what summer does to you at IISER Mohali. Can't wait for another dip.
I just love it.

Well, I have an EndSem exam tomorrow. Stakes are high this time. 'Scholarship' or 'No Scholarship'. Stay tuned to find out where life leads this puny ignorant life form.

Until then,...... live.

*and he vanishes into thin air*

...Ramble on...

My headphones are not loud enough. They are fine for watching a movie or other casual listening stuff but they are not quite justified for playing my music collection. I just realized this after being plugged in for about three hours. I just turned to turn up the volume and it just smiled at me like any other ugly truth. As I might have told you sometime somewhere that earphones or headphones are the greatest invention of the previous century, they let you plug yourself out of your surroundings into your own universe. And I am kinda addicted to music, so when I feel like I need a new pair of headphones I really do. I was sleepy 6 hours ago. The only reason I am still awake is the music rippling in my ears. I just don't have the guts to turn it off and sleep.

Led Zeppelin - Ramble On.

Now again, I don't know if the video is the one I intended to share, but the song is Ramble On by Led Zeppelin. The live version, 'Celebration Day' one, is like totally awesome. Its the second song they performed that day. I have a copy, if you want one (I am talking to the walls, don't bother.) Well, I have shared my music collection on the local network, if you know how that thing works (the walls). Well, nothing more to say.
I feel like we're all getting happier than we were but we just don't feel like that. A shitty statement to throw in the market.

So, ramble on.

rambling off. ,\nn/

...Poets...

Some people are just poetic in their actions. The greatest thing is that when they react they let you know that they know without letting anyone else know. It doesn't matter if there are a thousand people between them and you or if you are sitting somewhere far in a room locked away, when they react you feel it. To hell with Quantum cryptography, you can't beat this. I love people like these. And I know that you know. And you must know that I know that you know. And we can all behave like we don't know anything. Well, if you have a brain that works quite normally then you can't help but know.

You know what the greatest problem is? Once you start seeing, you can't stop looking. We see many things, we know many things but we pretend to be as ignorant as the next fellow fool.

So, lets keep pretending to be blind fools, and enjoy the 'free ki movie' running in our nearest theater, that of life.

Tada.

Peace.

...Story...

I have many stories to tell. Many. But the thing is I can't. I don't have time most of the times. Some stories are long, some are greater than my power of expression, and some are simply not mine to tell. Anyways, you're gonna hear them floating around somewhere in some distorted form. So, I would do you a favor, I will tell you some. And as you know all good stories deserve embellishment, I will serve you a with great one. So, if you wanna hear a story that you think I know, please just ask. And you can ask me anytime and anywhere. I will be here always. And as you know summer is coming. And summer time in IISER Mohali is like some real purgatory time if you live around me. And I can promise you heaven after passing through this purgatory with me.

Feels like I am talking to the walls.

Narcissist.

and yes, a song worth knowing :

House of the rising sun by The Animals.

If the video doesn't match the song its not my fault as the internet connection is too damn slow for me to check what i am posting.

Peace.

...you know?...

I died a few years ago. Well, at least a part which I liked did. And I got hit by a car today. And the eye witness claims that if it had been someone else in my place, he/she would have ended up with at least two broken legs. I agree with him. Well, there's some strain in my right arm. And there's a dent on the car's bonnet. So much to flatter myself.
I just realized that could have ended seriously fucked up. And I have always felt that I will die in a road accident. Well, physical injuries are serious matter but emotional ones are, to put it lightly, like hell. I know that. As you know, or if you don't, I am quite an emotional being. And moody. And I don't like sad faces. And  I know that people get hurt. And I know that some times it's really difficult to undo, but it's never irreversible. So, let's keep smiling. Straighten our confidence if it gets creased. And kick that one ass straight in the ass. And live on. Life's too short to let others fuck around with it.
And at least I still feel like kicking that filthy ass all around the town.

.......................x.........................

Note : this is one of my swinging posts, which means that different parts of the post don't have any relation to each other. Basically, I have no grudge against the driver, as it was partially my fault too and ultimately I didn't die. The latter part is for some other fucked up fuck. So.

हे भगवान या तो मुझे उठा ले, या अपनी दुनिया संभाल ले | 

नहीं तो मैं किसी-न-किसी को संभाल दूंगा | 

बाकी खुश रहो और बढ़ो फूलो | 

......................x..........................

Say cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese, :-)

That's more like it.

Live on

...Stupido...

Some people are stupid. They have a right to be stupid. In a way we all are a bit stupid. But it gets really freaky when they try to sell you their stupidity. I feel like punching them square in the jaw, but most of the times I just bail because I like to live free.
There are two non-chaotic-worlds out there, the world of fear and the world of reason. I live in the latter one. These were invented (or came with evolution) by humans to thrive as a civilization.
The "rules" that we stick to are more like 'fear of punishment' in the first world, and 'sensible statements which help you and others living a free and content life most of the times' in the other one.
So you all live now, and I'm gonna watch Ironman : Rise of Technovore.

go go go...

...Illusions in our minds...

We wake, we sleep,
we pull up the curtains,
we draw our chairs,
we climb through day,
we laugh and we cry,
we play, we see, we look,
we stand and we crawl,
we live, we care,
we die, we love,
we breathe, we eat,
we pray, we create,
we swim and we drown,
we fly, we lie,
we sing, we buy,
we dream and we think
who we are?
we are
we are something
we are something more
we are something more than the illusions in our minds.

... . ...

"Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I have found it is the small things everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love." - Gandalf (Mithrandir)

:-)

Peace.

...Hunger Games...

What do you do when you are hungry?

1. "I drink a few glasses of water and tie a towel around my stomach."

2. "I don't know."

3. "Order something."

4. "Call my friends."

5. "Look around for something to eat."

6. "Go out."

7. "Go to the ATM."

8. "Run throughout the hostel."

9. "Call my girlfriend."

10. "Eat."

I like the last option. So I am gonna go and eat something now.

Tata.

...Incomplete...

Broke down in the wind. The chimes hung in mid air. Silent but the wind. Crying to the tune somewhere. Distant are the screams. Clinging on the presence. Delivering naught. Blending in the space above the heads. Beneath the stars, the twinkling red. The calm carries a drift. Takes you to a dream. You feel. You feel once again. You live. You breathe once again. The wonder is not there yet. The breeze but pushes it away. There is no end, as there was no start. It all just seems to fall apart. But it will bend. It all does. Sift through. Just let it guide you. You know it is not there. You believe in it. You want it to be. And that is all. That is the way it is meant to be.

...Peace...

I've been busy. Really busy. I've been busy joking, not giving a shit, thinking, reflecting, trying to be normal, helping, saving people's lives (literally, u know?), figuring things out, sorting shit out and trying to live my life peacefully. But, I think people don't like my piece of peace. Some don't even like to see me smiling. But you know what? I try to care about them, but when it comes to my peace I can't seem to give a rat's ass about what they do. I'm always there and always will be for my dear friends in need. I'll be a good Samaritan to the general public. But, dear assholes for you here's a little passage Jules got memorized  :

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy (my peace and) my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

I hope this makes sense.

No?

Don't stress your senses, it will make sense when the right time comes.

And live peacefully.

And let me live in peace.

I love you all.

And I need to sleep early today.

So, don't give a damn and live.

Peace on you,

peace on me,

peace on us,

wee wee wee.

And once a great man said, 

      "I am just a human,

       I too need a woman."

I laughed on that for hours. Thanks for the laugh dear friend if you are reading this.

Baki sab badhiya.

Mauj kato.

Shabba khair.

...Gobbledygook...doppelganger...

There's no reference to the coherence of large matter waves travelling along the  geodesics in a curved rindler-like space-time. And there are no apples hanging under the mango tree. 32 million miles I have traveled with these kinds of thoughts in my mind, but the dangling shackles still don't make any sense. Wormholes are the thing of past now. But the hypothesis which supports infinite dimensionality to be the ultimate answer still needs some rigorous theoretical and experimental confirmation. I might have calculated the exact equation for Mishra teleportation to a moving 5d plank scale object but the obsolete Heisenberg principle still raises concerns.
It is a tricky question to answer. But it is far simpler to understand than someone saying something like there are trees on planet earth. The concept of a tree is so bizarre right? Its all gobbledygook to me.
____
___Meanwhile in some parallel universe___
"ABE SAALE KAL PAPER HAI PADH LE."
"sab bakaiti hai."
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...will...

If I die before this day ends, please donate everything I own to some noble cause.
Or you can burn all the stuff if you want.
Or smash it and thrash it, and send it to the outer space.
Or let people loot all they can.
Well, it's applicable only if I die before tonight.
If I don't please let me live in peace.
Got it?

Peacing off...

...Far Cry...

I think the island will have to wait for some time. Tonight might have been my last night away from the island, but you pinned me down to this place once again. At least for a few months this time. But still, someday I have to return to the place I belong. The adventures keep calling me. The monotony of the sea turning into ataractic silence. The endless time for thinking. The speechless stretches of weeks. They call me. But something binds me here. Binds me with you. I don't even know who you are, but still my mind can't perceive the thought of leaving all this behind like I did when I left the island. I will solve you someday. At least I believe that. Until then there will be a corner in my mind creating a perturbation in its peace.

...A Letter...

Dear invertebrates,
            Just saying, GROW UP, and grow a spine. भीड़ के घाघरे में छुपके दूसरों पर पत्थर मारना छोड़के अपनी लाठी  खुद उठाना सीखो।

yours truly,
Shivpal

P.S. : And to know that it would never reach the people it was intended for.

...You don't mess with the _____...

"WTF? and we call ourselves the civilized kind. Dear #@9$($@)s you upset me. And I am not the kind of person who gets easily upset, or the kind you would like to upset. But when I do, someone's world burns until its surface is but glass."
"I must point that out, in case you haven't noticed,  you stand heavily outnumbered right now."
"Yes I do."
"Well?"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, your end has begun."
"Ha Ha Ha... oh boy..."
.......x.........x.........x.......

"I feel like smashing a few skulls. And hanging a few spineless bastards."
"You should wait. Revenge tastes best when served slowly."
"Wait for what? Wait for them to ruin all of my days?"
"Wait for them to fly high. And then snap their wings."
......x........x........x........

"Come, we shall see this place far removed from sight and from memory."
"A felling well shared."
......x........x........x.......

"You know why you lie here, and choke on my sand and your blood? You probably don't even remember. Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?"
.....x........x.........x......

...Win Win...

When I was a small kid I used to be a sore looser. I never accepted my defeats, I contested every decision against me, I restarted the game if my score wasn't perfect. Yes, that was me about 10-15 years ago. It was a tough time learning that victory was not the only option. And then I grew up, I started accepting the other outcome. I started getting better at playing. Playing life.

But in the past few years I have become an expert at loosing. Well, I didn't stop winning anything at all. But I think at some point I started getting kicks out of loosing. I didn't care if I lost a match or two. I didn't care if I fail in an exam. I didn't care if I loose the people I love. I didn't care if I get what I want, or even what I deserve. I even stopped wanting anything.

Phew... 

And I am not sure at what stage I am right now.

Well, one of my friends diagnosed me of depression.

And the other said if it is true then everyone else will die tomorrow.

I am not sure.

But still I have got things I can derive peace from.

Inner Peace, if only for a moment.

And I think I care too much about everything.

So many 'I's in this post.

What does that tell?

Its just a small puzzle.

A cipher.

Sleep.

Peace.

...On you face...

He woke up in the middle of the night and found himself sitting in front of his laptop with his headphones on. It was dark. A distant street lamp was trying to fight away the darkness from the window. The laptop screen was blank. Must have hibernated due to low battery. How did he get there? He had never slept like this before. He tried to remember but everything was blank. So, he took off the headphones, jumped on his bed, and said good night to himself, and slept happily ever after.
_________________________

Why so serious?
Peace.

...Deal?...

Everything around was so bright and quite. His senses were going numb. As if time has really dilated, he blinked slowly lying in the pool of blood. Most of it was his. Two cold hands caressed his hand. And a whisper, so loud and clear, filled his ears. "If you love me, won't you let me know?".

...Cover...

It's just a matter of perspective. Nothing is complex. All you need is a nice representation. It may seem like a multidimensional partially symmetric matrix, but it is just a combinatorial problem in indices. Cover it up nicely, and gift it to the world, this is called a solution. wtf am I talking about? me loSt me bRainS.
Gotta fix it.
See you later.
...*Static*...

...Space or Time...

There's a space here somewhere. Blank. A blank in time. A space in time. Emptiness biting inside. But where is it? Time just seems to flow on. But there are pieces. Pieces missing. It is dynamic. But there's some stagnation. A hole maybe.
*poof*
And it vanishes into thin air.
Hold on.
Simultaneity.
It is confusing.
It is not over yet.

...You too, I guess...

Right now I feel like slamming on the guitar strings with the volume knob turned all the way to rock-shattering levels. But, I am not doing so not because it is the middle of the night, and everyone around is asleep, but because I don't have my guitar here with me right now. So, wassup? Nothing much I guess. Yeah, same here. Another semester already trying to slip away. It hasn't been even a month into this sem, and I have already received a threat of getting an F. My bioclock is running quite right. Have been sleeping at night. Most of them. Getting a recursive please-somebody-kill-me feeling. Ah, this is life. Wonderful. Can it get any better? I guess, yes. So, why do I wanna die then? Well, maybe because there have been so many wonderful moments in the past few weeks, and months, that I just wanna die happy. Maybe. Or there maybe some other reason, which I am trying to figure out. I have a very strong feeling about one of them. Leave it. I so much wanna live it right now. And, I am living it. So let us live and let live. At least some of them.
Okay, that's all for tonight, I guess. I am guessing too much these days, I guess. Who cares, I have been lucky with my guesses, I guess. So, see you again. Try and take care. Until then, live.

chalo bhaiya, ram ram.

Peace...

...Quote again...

"Woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep."
- Robert Frost.

Now I get the feel here far better than I did eight years ago. The main point being the sleep. To me the number of miles don't matter until they can be enjoyed in joy or pain. And nothing else matters if you go to sleep with a clear conscience. Because if you don't, you'll have to get up again sometime.

I think I wrote what I meant.

...Peace...