Now, poor old Sauron falls in love with an elf from Mithlond.
He travels across the middle-earth from Mordor to Mithlond to meet her and give her a gift.
What does he say when he finally meets her?
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Well, enough scrolling.
He says, or rather sings :
Never go swimming in a dirty pool. That should became a proverb if it already isn't. Because I went to swim in a dirty pool for a few days and guess what I got? Fuckin' bacterial infection in me fuckin' blood. And I paid 750 INR for that. Thanks to the state government I got free medicines though. Good job you guys doing up there for that. Now I'm back to normal except that sitting on a couch thing for about a month. And good music is around, do check out these albums if you already haven't :
Arctic Monkeys - AM
Coldplay - Ghost Stories
Imagine Dragons - Night Visions
Jack White - Lazaretto
The Black Keys - Turn Blue
and of course
Linkin Park - Hunting Party
They are back on their beautiful Nu Metal shit. This one is more metallic and harder on the rock than the previous ones. You can hear some nice metal drumming with the heavy guitar on all the tracks. There's a real rap by Rakim and guitar parts by Daron Malakian and Tom Morello too. It may seem that they are desperately trying to hate war at times but otherwise the songs and their lyrics are fine. Can't point out a favorite song as there are many nice songs: Untill it's gone, Rebellion, Mark the Graves. Well, I do like A Line in the Sand a bit more than the others.
So, that's that.
And it feels like I'm getting my creative touch back which I somehow suppressed for most part of the past few years during college. Learning and creating new things is fun. I invented a new dish by the way, but then someone told me that it was called Spanish omelette, I checked what a Spanish omelette was and found out that it was a bit more complicated than my version. But whatever the heck, I found out how to make something, which my mom has never cooked or eaten, on my own. That's a big Shaabbaash for myself. I might share my recipe with y'all sometime, mm hmm. It is full of carbohydrates and cholesterols and proteins. Yummy, indeed.
And then there's javascript, French, guitar, graphic designing and all. And do watch Fargo(TV series) if you haven't already.
Baki to sab theek hai.
And yeah :
The Clash - Bankrobber
Love the tune. You can find a better audio than the one on this video.
Hi, my name is Shivpal and I am a science graduate. Master of Science with specialization in Physics you may say. I received the prestigious, as they say, INSPIRE fellowship for 5 years. I cleared my degree with a CGPI of 6.4 studded with two shining Fs on my academic transcript and a 6(useful) pages long Masters Thesis. I have quite some idea about Physics taught at 12th grade level, but higher Physics is like looking over a shoulder into a mist filled dell. But they say I am a Master. Very well, I guess they know better.
Disclaimer : The stuff below is not suitable for a healthy mind. And I don't give a fuck about the traditions or writing skills. Labyrinthine.
Hello friends and foes and the ones whom I don't know. My mind is screwed. It can't comprehend the distribution of things. Some vessels are dead empty and noisy, and some are so full of divinity that they mute even your being. Disgust and awe. The fluctuations are beyond its grasp. Stability seems so strange. It is afraid of holding on. Confusion. Fuck. Beauty. How can it be? Where's the balance? Not then. Now maybe? Ask maybe? Decisions. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Sometimes it is just stuck. Stuck on the beauty of other beings. Other captivating minds. Concept of their existence. Reality can be far too amazing and perplexing than fiction. That conduit of the soul. That moment. Can't you freeze it forever? Or better, can't you delete it? To be or not to be? Sleep? Dream? Time is not linear. It has lost the index. Where's the order? Should there be? You won't understand. Or maybe you would. The scramble makes some sense, but scrambled are its senses too. Restrains? Hah.. you must be crazy. Free it was, free it is. The point is there, but can you hear?
And then you are blank. "I shouldn't have had that coffee", that's the closest you get to "I shouldn't have had that last drink." Trying to look how they shine for you? No they don't. Ooh this guy produced Turning Point #respect. Book. Book? Books. Uhh.. not again. I know. And, there we go again. Gray-scale. Write your own code. Do I give a fuck about what you think? I am amazed. Number 2. Up. Up. Up. Yeah, I laughed. What was the joke? Cry baby cry. Vroooom. Time? I'm Hungry. Starving. Chicken. Chicken. Chicken. India? The Number 2. Shit stalker. Feather? Nice idea. Final cut. Where are you? Off. On. Matlab? Seriously? Aah...commitment. Bullshit. Music. Blank.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
जब घर से निकले थे
छाता था एक हाथ में
धूप हो या हो बारिश
बचाता था हर हालात में।
न था एहसास होने का
न कमी उसकी खलती थी
पर पड़ती जब ज़रूरत
तलाश उसकी चलती थी।
तब थी आदत उसको
हमेशा हाथ में उठाने की
अब है धूप में जलने
और बारिशों में नहाने की।
भूल जाने से पहले
जब वो छाता याद आता है
किसी ज़रूरतमंद को उसे
देने को दिल ये चाहता है।
But, unfortunately I've lost it. So, I'm sorry if you get drenched while digging up Harappan artifacts.
Do write back.
Later.
Shivpal.
P.S. : I do have a raincoat though. But I think it won't fit you.
It has always been this quite at this hour in the lower levels of the vault. You could hear the heartbeat of the person standing next to you, to whom you are not supposed to talk. But there was a bad air around that night. The alarms started blaring. The static silence had suddenly metamorphose into a rhyme of confusion with chatter and hurried footsteps. Then there was an announcement, loud and clear for everyone to hear, "The inner sanctum has been breached. Power down all the active nodes and evacuate the vault". That was for the 23 humans who were in charge of the maintenance and security of the vault, which was half the size of the moon and orbiting the earth.
The vault, which was an ambitious project aimed at total vulnerability analysis and security of the human occupied earth, had always been a target. Sometimes it was some orthodox religious group complaining about the irregular eclipses, sometimes some disillusioned history student, or some lover complaining about the new shape of the moon, and sometimes it was some crazy scientist claiming that the vault would send the solar system flying in to the central black hole. But this time it was someone far more serious.
The nodes were going down one by one, but the data stream flowing out and in was irregular and heavy. There was a deep hum at the core of the vault, and the lights flickered. Then there was another announcement but in a different voice this time. "Hello fellow vaultlings, this is Captain Jack Sparrow. The vault is under my command now. And I am here for the liberation of the human race. Savvy?"
Some of the vault guards left and some stayed. And as for the people on earth, nobody is safe now.
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You look, you find. Then you think, "Why didn't I look earlier?".
There's this line. Sometimes it goes straight, sometimes it curves, sometimes there are kinks, and sometimes there are loops and spirals. Who made that line? Well, it has always been there in some shape and color. Some believe that it is due to the line that we are where we are. They say that we can always trust the line without a doubt. The line seems to be sacred to our kind. But I have my doubts. I have tried running along it. I have tried jumping around it now and then. I have tried running against it, and all sorts of things. I've heard others talking about it, debating it's importance. I've read about it's peaks and dead ends. The line is all too familiar to me. I can see it running all around through places and people. To me the line seems to be an escape route. And I don't want to escape easily to the end. So, what I'm gonna do is take the line shred it into small segments and points and paint myself a pretty picture.
Peace...
P.S. : After two months of coma my laptop finally got fixed.
No, it's not about time in a mathematical way. It's about the movie About Time. Beautiful. Well, the plot is logically(physically) a bit flawed, and even this flawed concept contradicts itself at places and I don't like marriages, children and stuff but the movie is quite beautiful. The direction, the narration, the music, the usual movie stuff are all good and in sync. Rachel McAdams is as fabulous as ever. There's something in her eyes... hmm... never mind. So, the movie is all goddie-good with not much brains or twists but it has something which most million dollar movies lack, a message. Well, the movie is about this guy going back in time and fixing his life, and all, but the final message it delivers is not that you should go and get some superhuman genes, but that you should go out and enjoy every moment of your life as it comes so you don't have to regret something and go back and fix it. And it lays it down with this logically-flawed-but-emotion-laden story. Hmm... it's quite good. Worth watching.
Ron Sexsmith and Chris Martin - Gold in them hills,
