I DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING.AND YEAH,I AM SAD.

I am feeling very sad today.I am missing my home.I want Barrack Obama to win US elections this time.I hate Sarah palin even more now.McCain is an asshole(personal opinion).I have my Lab Exams on 3rd and I don't know shit in it.I don't know shit in and about anything infact.I am going to watch Pineapple Express.I love Seth Rogen and can't wait to watch his coming movie Zack and Miri Make a Porno.Anyway happy Diwali to all of you.While the entire nation is celebrating Diwali on 28th,We at MIT,manipal have been given this privilege*Grrrs* to celebrate it a day earlier.Someone said it very correctly 'The world is advancing at an amazing pace'.India in particular.And Manipal specifically.May goddess lakhsmi shower all her blessings on you and cash on me.Adios.

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THAT WAS THE FUCKING WEEK THAT WAS-23.

I have a crush on Blake Lively.Techtatva was fun and right now I am listening to 'Elevation'.I was organising two events and was given some deadlines before which I was supposed to finish off my job.But I am a Born-Asshole and love to create tension,Hyper-tension in fact,before people actually clap and breathe relief.I love deadlines and love the whooshing sound they make when they fly by your side.I cheated in one o' the events and helped another team grab 6 Grands in another.After someone said very correctly that 'He was a wise man who invented beer' I went to DT and had 6 pints on Saturday.I often get this weird feeling somewhere in my innards that all the people around me are boring and living a monotonous life doing things they ought to do and accepting things in the same order it comes in their life.And when this absurd thought crosses my mind,I drink.I drink to make other people interesting.To fake that I am happy and merry-making like Dionysus and also to sleep like a pig.And I also read somewhere that 'Ate'(ατή in greek) was the goddess of foolishness but have never heard of some foolishness-god as such,and so sometimes I feel that you know maybe I am the male version (ahem ahem *blushes*)people will add up my name in amazing and weird deities once I am dead.

I know people around me and even far-off but who know me, think I am some awesome asshole who has had an experience of all the funny and weird things that happen in everyday and not-so-everyday life but they don't realize that everything is funny only as long as it is happening to somebody else.If they forget to lock down the loo's door and are caught shitting like a dog they wont think its funny,but it will be me then who will laugh his ass off.Bud sadly things don't always turn up they way one wants them to be.Even though i have turned on my Spam filter on Yahoo,I got a mail from Jenny Crawford,who is neither the sister of Cindy Crawford nor the wife of Chase Crawford(He's single and having all the fun in Gossip Girl XOXO,making out with Blake Lively and Leighton) that 4 chicks are available near manipal who will come and f**k me if I just register on her website,and that too surprisingly free of cost.And she said that all the 4 chicks will be shipped(confused?) to me within a week.And she told me that I will get to have fun on every Saturday for 5 weeks with some new chick every time, if i gave her the E-mail address of 10 people who I think will love to register on her website and get F****d by 4 new chicks.And there was another pleasant surprise that if more than 4 of the people I have given reference of,give E-mail address of 10 other people then I will get 4 more chicks from Bangalore(And ahem,they had partitioned Bangalore as Bang-Galore :P).I gave it 5 thoughts before finally deleting that mail and adding Crawford in my Spam list.

Anyway I am bored of my life and want to have some fun.Not the fun you will normally think, as in some Beer fest or Jackass movie, i.e. one chick on the left-one on the right-making you sip Chilled-Gin-sweet-Pin tonic, but some awesome fun to make this shit-like-life a little tastier.Life is gruelling and screws almost everyone before he/she dies.So last night I was thinking all the philosophical things one can think of at my level and I came up with a weird but happy-all thought.I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch and you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities. You become a little baby, you go back into the womb, spend your last nine months floating... and you finish off as an orgasm.

WHEN I TOOK MY GRE,A TO Z FOLLOWED THUS.

All amidst that arenaceous atrabilious atmosphere, alalia bounced upon my bouncy breath.Boredom benigns boondoggle balderdash and brimborion-ly bromopnea baddens the breath again.Caitiff that i am,Clinquant is what i contempt.Cancrines is that i love,Circumbendibus is what i hate.Discombobulate that I am now.Druggishness is nothing i drool for.Didegeridoo that i play diligently,like a dandiprat going deasil.Edacious is not everytime edifying.In eyot that esurient ensorcelled elv spoke etaoin shrdlu.Fanfaronading flourished,farbs followed,flabbergasted i wrote florilegium.Frigorific i was feeling,but the french fumed and fustigated me.Gobbledygook grawlix i grew in the golden guts of gothicism.Gurning started ,Gantloped i was,they grozed me like some golden glass.Haggard i was looking,handfasted they,with me.Haunted that i was by their horrific horns,Higgledy-Piggledy they honeyfuggled me.Hyperborean they were,later had i known,Handsel monday was the day when hats were headed-off.Ignivomous i became then.The I was no more me.Ingrained was I in that inglenook inn.Jacitated i jotted down the jumblings and saw the jackalope.jobbernowl they thought I the Janus-faced was,but Jocund i really was.Kelemenopical was the kite moving.Kerfuffled was the kakistocratic klan.Lackadaisicaly i loved the lagniappe i got by lollygoging.Mesmerised they were,Metemptosis was what they always practised.Mortsafed will be my mundungus morgue by the time maundy comes,they promised,Malapert i felt.Namby-pamby i was not.Ninnyhammer was neither me.Nincompoop was never what i wanted to be.Nothing was a Nihilartikel in my dictionary.Nemesis that i will be.Oche they made and opened the orchard.Omnium-gatherum was on the other orchard shelf.Orotund they thought i spake,Oh origins! owe them to me.Patibulary was proclaimed in the pub.People they came to pee on me.Pilcrow i put on the poem of persians.The poppycock Pilgarlic they said had a preposterously petard.Thus the Quidnunc started,Quincunx was i moved to where they started the Quodlibet showing me the queen's quillon.Rambunctious then i became,rebarbative was berbatov,Rodomontadely everyone rummed there,Rigmarole was to ruin all o' the romans,a Rhopalic then i wrote.They got a soda and sabraged,Scachhic was the surmounted atmosphere.Simoleon was all i had,squabash i slothered all.Still was the turmoil.Thundering no more was the thunder.tatterdemalion was the therianthrope.Thelemic, the time was turned down.Truckle i tasted.Turlough i tripped into,twitterpated that i was.Ultimately came the Ultiomo,Umami i ate.Umquhile they wanted uranium untill the usurfructuary saw the unobtanium.Vaccary was i vultured into.Valetudinarianly i volitated.Vilipend was nomore the virgin now.Wassail started finally,Welkin's door were wrought open.The wiseacre was wittoled now,the Will-o'-the-wisp was wished.Xenoglossy they found i knew.Yaffled they themsleves,and Yawned for the festival yclept yuletide.Zany i zebraed through the zungles of the z's and before i could have reached the end of Zig-Zaggy zone i unknowingly ZZZ'd.

BANNED-UNBANNED

Ok i am bored again and the government has even banned smoking publicly.So i guess there wont be any more 10:30 smoke break for us guys 'cause there won't be people smoking around sheelas/As in,ofcourse there would be people who would be desperate to just pay 5 bucks,get a milds and smoke-out there frustration of 2 hours but there won't be any place to do that.Alas!thats against what our Mr.Ambedkar proposed some 57-58 years ago.I wish he were here to kick some ass..Anyway have a read here,specially the 3rd point 'Equality of opportunity in matters of public employment.'Now doesn't that mean that everyone is equal when it comes to public employment shit 'n all?Now if they ban up smoking,that is a clear discrimination against the poor workers burning/smoking their asses for hours in sum cigarette factory.

All guys in my hostel think and treat my room as some kind of public place.They sit here for hours,cracking jokes which only they can infer as if they are in some cryptography competition and that is all an excuse to just smoke.They hate the smell of cigarette in their rooms and so come over to my 'Public-place-kind-of-room'.Now i wonder if i am supposed to smoke in my room or not.What if i M smoking peacefully in my room at like 12:30 in the night,watching heroes season3,episode3 and some copguys come bang open my door and fix me in jail?Shit headed I'll look like the guy in the pic above, just that i wont be holding that magic stick in my hand.
Smoke helps everyone everytime.When ManU wins,u smoke to celbrate.When ManU loses,you smoke to Console.Then there is party-smoke,mourning-smoke,pre-sessionals-smoke,post-sessionals-smoke,shit-smoke(which you smoke while shitting in the morning,that usually makes up for the first smoke of the day)/Oh fuck i forgot even toilet is a public place in hostels unless you have managed a 9.5 CGPA and secured an attached lavtory room./

I wait to wonder and wonder to wait for this ban to be lifted soon.I hate people who hate smoking and i am sure tens of 1000 of manipal guys and other guys as well agree with me on this.And yeah there is a break-up smoke too,which goes on well with the breakup-smoke-song.

No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.

WADDUP BENGALI BABU?

From IBN Live:

Sourav Ganguly will be a part of the team for the first two Tests Australia series but there is a rider. He will have to quit from Test cricket after the tour.

According to sources, the following conversation motivated this bold move:
Yashpal: Main samajhta hoon ki woh off stump ke baahar badhiya drive karte hain.
Srikanth: Whatdoyousay, we'll retire him after two tests?
Hirwani: *snicker*
Yashpal: Woh bahut acche all rounder hain.
Srikanth: Whatdoyousay, we'll let the media's sources know?
Hirwani: *chuckle*
Yashpal: Main samajtha hoon yeh pull aur hook shot se badhiyar drive hai.
Srikanth: Ok, I will communicate it to whatdoyousay, the media...
Hirwani: *giggle*
Yashpal: Main samajtha hoon.
Hirwani: Now, Mr Ganguly, the tables are turned. Muhahahahahahaha.

For those who don't know why Hirwani was so happy in the selector's meet above, he had publicly criticised Ganguly in the press for not selecting him in the Indian team. Now he is in a position to decide whether the ex-captain should be in the team at all. Ah, poetic (in)justice.

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One more shot i took...

"Awsum aswum" bolstered I at Brian's beatific beautiful composition,charming and conscientiously who depicted his deliberated dream.Enthusiastically yet enigmatically i flustered over finely gutted gold gasped words.Hurriedly and hastily but impurterbably I look lackadaisically muzzling numbly onto that pulchritudinous poem.Queerly i questioned my roguishness rapport, rapturing my soul,shattering the symmetricity of symmetric.Turmoiling the thundering trumpets,tranquillizing the tragic torments,unlike the unlikely,very vague like the voluptuous virgin,wanton as weed as if Xenops rose xericly.Xerophytic it was so yawned a dead yolk-like yelling zebra...nd then zoomed away me zzzzz too.