Being Me...

Rainbow Colours Of Somber

2009-12-13T01:14:00.000+05:30

For someone who's supposed to be good with words, I'm all out at the moment. A whole bunch of conflicting thoughts have been running through my head lately, not making much sense, and I hear a voice, more a whimper really, of reason, telling me to snap out of this funk. I feel like a monkey with a million thoughts running through my mind, nothing concrete, always flitting from one random topic to another, not wanting to pause or rest on one and dwell on it out of some unfounded fear that that action may make the other thoughts less important and undeserving of my immediate attention. That doesn't make much sense logically, but I'm not feeling very logical at the moment. This post really doesn't have a message or a moral. There is no inspiring or heart wrenching story. Nothing to make you go ha-ha either. While I type this I have no clue how it will end. You're really wasting your time reading this, instead of wasting your time on other mundane, mind numbing activity.

Disturbingly, that's what life has become for a lot of us. We keep our minds distracted and saturated throughout our waking hours, and when it can take no more, sleep and have muddled, irregular dreams on inconsequential things. What's worse is that most of us don't realise that our minds are pretty much programmed to make us act in a certain manner. Breaking the programming creates turmoil, and turmoil is equivalent to pain. Being humans we tend towards pleasure and away from pain, and hence stay within the boundaries of our programming. Going about our day to day activities, not asking the very fundamental questions of our being, our nature and our 'raison d'etre' or reason for existence. Most people even believe that asking such questions is unimportant and purposeless, choosing instead to stay ignorant and unenlightened. I think such people fear that what they may discover if they probe too much would be devastating, not in terms of what they find, but in disrupting their long held, carved in rock, belief systems. Belief's being inexorably tied to our egos, it's more difficult than it seems to change or modify them. But questioning and refining our beliefs is the first step towards leading a more enlightened and fulfilling life.

As I'm nearing the end of my short diatribe, I look at the length of this post and realise that I've negated the very first sentence. Hmm.

A Man's Answer To Every Question A Woman Asks

2009-11-27T01:04:00.003+05:30

Again, for lack of inspiration in the last few days I'm posting this facebook note on here. It's pretty tongue in cheek and a fun read. Enjoy!

1. WHY ARE MEN SUCH JERKS?

It's a testosterone thing. Much similar to your PMS thing, we men suffer from testosterone poisoning. Why do you think the average life span of a male is typically 10 years shorter (and it's not just from all the bitching and nagging we have to endure)? Hormone modifies behavior. We're just misunderstood.

2. WHY DO MEN ALWAYS HAVE TO OGLE AT OTHER WOMEN?

Again, this is a testosterone thing. Do you honestly think that all the testosterone just fell out of our bodies the moment we met you? Besides, women do it as well. Women are just much better at not getting caught. I'm fairly certain it's some sort of photographic memory deal. Women take one quick look and memorize it for later reference. Since men lack this ability, we try to burn it into our memory by staring as much as we can.

3. WHY DO MEN ALWAYS TOUCH THEMSELVES, ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC?

We occasionally need to adjust our little friend and make him happy. It's much like adjusting your bra. Being in public is just an added bonus.

4. WHY DO MEN ALWAYS SAY SUCH STUPID THINGS?

We like to. It's actually a whole lot of fun to see our partner frustrated by a few simple (and well-chosen) words.

5. WHY ARE MEN SO UNCOMMUNICATIVE?

You'd learn to keep your big mouth shut too if every time you open it you get into trouble with your partner.

6. WHY DO MEN HAVE TO ACT LIKE SUCH RETARDS?

Well, we don't actually have to; we do it because we enjoy it. It's the old fashioned pride in a job well done that's missing in so much of the world nowadays.

7. WHY CAN'T MEN JUST SHARE THEIR FEELINGS?

Do we look like women to you? Why is it so hard to understand that men and women are different? How are we supposed to share how we feel when we have no idea how we feel? Unless we're experiencing some extreme emotion like rage, hatred, disgust, or a brick on our foot, we have no idea how we feel. Personally, I get a headache whenever I try to figure out how I feel.

8. WHY CAN'T MEN CUDDLE MORE (I.E. LIE DOWN AND HUG)?

Please... How many hours do you think there is in a day? We oblige you as much as we can, but who the hell (besides women) can stand lying around for hours on end?

We men... Men hunters... Need go roam... Starve in cave... Must go find wildebeest... Now sitting on our asses for hours on end on the other hand is a whole other story.

9. HOW CAN MEN SIT ON THEIR ASSES ALL DAY WITHOUT MOVING?

Men have very powerful sets of sitting muscles developed by evolution that enable us to sit for extended periods of time without getting tired. In prehistoric times, it was often necessary to sit in one spot for extended periods of time while hunting for prey. The more successful hunters were able to sit very still for very extended periods of time thereby passing on this ability to their progeny. The fidgety types were all gobbled up by saber toothed tigers etc. The end result is that almost all modern men are born with this innate ability.

10. WHY CAN'T MEN JUST SAY, "I LOVE YOU?"

Men are taught from a tender young age to be self-sufficient. To say that we love you is equivalent to saying that we need you. Most men consider that a character fault. It's not easy to admit to one's own character faults.

11. WHY DO MEN SAY "I LOVE YOU" WHEN THEY HARDLY KNOW ME?

Ho, Ho, Ho... Aren't you special? Well, some men think it's a sure-fire way to get into your pants. Surprisingly, it actually still works quite well.

12. WHY DOESN'T MY PARTNER EVER ANSWER ME?

We just simply don't have the energy to answer every single one of your questions. If we think we do not have the answer, or that you will not like the answer, we simply remain quiet and save the energy for other things.

13. WHY WON'T MEN EVER PICK UP AFTER THEMSELVES?

Why should we? It doesn't really bother us that much. Besides, we know damn well you'll pick it up.

14. WHAT'S WITH ALL THE BELCHING AND FARTING?

This usually only occurs after months of courting. It's our way to let you know that we're comfortable with you. Believe it or not, it's actually a sign of affection. Besides, holding it for extended periods of time gives us stomach cramps.

15. WHY DO MEN HATE SHOPPING?

It's an evolutionary thing. Men hunt. Women gather. We just want to go out, kill it, and bring it back. Who wants to spend hours and hours to look at things we have no intention of killing? Err... buying?

The Language Of Men And Women

2009-11-14T20:32:00.002+05:30

This is one of those popular notes passing around on facebook. Couldn't resist sharing this one on the blog though. Enjoy!

Women’s English:

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Yes = No

No = Yes

Maybe = No

I’m sorry = You’ll be sorry

We need = I want

It’s your decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now

Do what you want = You’ll pay for this later.

We need to talk = I need to complain.

Sure go ahead = I don’t want you to.

I’m not upset = Of course I’m upset, you moron!

You’re so manly = You need a shave and you sweat alot.

You’re certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you everthink about?

Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby thighs.

This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house.

I want new curtains = and carpeting, and furniture,and wallpaper…..

Hang the picture there = NO, I mean hang it there!

I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep.

Do you love me? = I’m going to ask for something expensive.

How much do you love me? = I did something you’re really not going to like.

I’ll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on TV.

Is my butt fat? = Tell me I’m beautiful.

You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me.

Are you listening to me!? = [Too late, you're dead.]

Was that the baby? = Why don’t you get out of bed and walk him until he falls asleep.

I’m not yelling! = Yes, I am yelling because I think this is important.

The same old thing = Nothing

Nothing = Everything

Everything = My PMS is acting up.

Nothing, really = It’s just that you’re such an asshole.

Men’s English:
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I’m hungry = I’m hungry.

I’m sleepy = I’m sleepy.

I’m tired = I’m tired.

Do you want to go to a movie? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you.

Can I take you out to dinner? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you.

Can I call you sometime? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you.

May I have this dance? = I’d eventually like to have sex with you.

Nice dress! = Nice cleavage!

You look tense, let me give you a massage. = I want to fondle you.

What’s wrong? = I don’t see why your making such a big deal about this

What’s wrong? = What meaningless self-inflicted psychological trauma are you going through now?

What’s wrong? = I guess sex tonight is out of the question.

I’m bored. = Do you want to have sex?

I love you. = Let’s have sex now.

I love you, too. = Okay, I said it… we’d better have sex now!

Yes, I like the way you cut your hair. = I liked it better before.

Yes, I like the way you cut your hair. = $50 and it doesn’t look that much different!

Let’s talk. = I am trying to impress you by showing you that I am a deep personand maybe then you’d like to have sex with me.

Will you marry me? = I want to make it illegal for you to have sex with other guys
.
(while shopping) I like that one better. = Pick any freakin’dress and let’s go
home!

I don’t think that blouse and that skirt go well together. = I am gay.

What I've Been Reading Lately...

2009-11-03T23:52:00.002+05:30

I've been reading a lot of stuff online the whole of last week and as is wont of me, mostly the paranormal, philosophical and highly dubious pieces of literature having to do with confidence tricks and 'cold reading'. Also read up on some Gnostic gospels, especially a little bit of the 'secret gospel of Mark' and Jesus' 'favourite disciple'. Read a bit on Aleister Crowley, once declared the most evil man on Earth and his big bad 'secret of sex magick'. Yes, i read weird stuff.

I converted some of that reading material into pdf files for those that would wish to read it in a more convenient manner. Here's the link to the philosophy of Carpocrates, a philosophy which has made a very favourable impression on me since the time I've read it. Also one of my all time favourites has to be the deeply philosophical movie series of 'The Matrix', and here's a distillation of the philosophies that went into the movie : the-Matrix-Trilogy-Philosophy.

The other esoteric stuff can be found on google but I suggest you not go looking around for the 'big bad secret of sex magick', for what you will find isn't in the least bit pleasant.

33 Random Questions...

2009-10-30T14:19:00.002+05:30

Ok, so I've done random questions twice before, I think, but I just can't seem to tire of them. Here's a bunch of 33 random questions I answer, picked off another blog...

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?

Food? A cuppa tea and 2 slices bread. I'm a light breakfast person.

2. Where was your profile picture taken?

At a party where I only knew 3 people.

3. Can you play the guitar?

No, but if you hum the tune...

4. Name someone who made you laugh today?

I aint naming no one! Ok, it was Ceanne!

5. How late did you stay up last night and why?

Was up till 2 a.m watching Constantine. Nice movie if you're into the whole supernatural, end of the world stuff.

6. If you could move somewhere else, would you?

Nope. I love the smell of this city and the people and I think it keeps me sane. Relatively.

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks?

Yep! New Years 2008! Other times, I don't remember.

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you on Facebook?

Jarvis I guess. Wow, I never thought of that one before.

9. Do you believe ex's can be friends?

HAH! When pigs fly maybe! Which is never.

10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?

WHO?

11. When was the last time you cried?

Uhm, been a while, probably sometime last month.

12. Who took your profile picture?

Some random stranger.

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of?

Reagan. Look, do I have to give any more names out?

14. Was yesterday better than today?

Everyday is exactly the same.

15. Can you live a day without TV?

Sure. Now if you ask me if I could live without the computer...

16. Are you upset about anything?

When I'm upset, I quit being upset and be awesome instead. True story.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?

Worth what? Nothing you do in life ever really matters 'cause you're gonna die someday anyway. Wow... I'm really positive today.

18. Are you a bad influence?

Maybe. Maybe not. That's for other's to decide anyway. I just do what I do.

19. Night out or night in?

Night out, some days and night in on other's. I like to keep a balance.

20. What item(s) could you not go without during the day?

My handkerchief. Yeah, some of you'll saw that coming!

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say?

"Nuh.not really.ask a friend.is all i cn say!", typed exactly the way i got it.

23. How do you feel about your life right now?

My life's fucked up, but I'm not unhappy...

24. Do you hate anyone?

Uhm, not really. There's two guys I'd like to punch in the face, but that's just 'cause they're assholes and deserve it.

25. If we were to look in your Email inbox, what would we find most?

Spam. Lot's of it.

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?

Yep. If you had said TOMORROW, maybe not!

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?

Haha. That'd be the day!

28. What song is stuck in your head?

I'm yours - Jason Mraz. Don't ask me why, I don't really know.

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be?

I live on the 3rd floor so that'd be a balls-in-the-mouth moment. Last time 'twas the devil who came knocking.

30. Wanna have grandkids before you're 50?

I won't last that long, come to think of it. So, yes, Grandkids before 50 it is! I'd have to marry earlier than 35 though. And that's not the plan right now. Hmm. Can I adopt Grandkids?

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow:

Saturday tomorrow and there's a party tonight so don't think I'll be up before noon. But maybe meet someone I haven't seen in really long. You know who you are.

32. Do you think too much or too little?

Think too much. Always.

33. Do you smile a lot?

Smile and laugh a lot. Helps keep everyone around me happy, although I may not really feel that way, deep inside. Ah, who cares! :D

Cree Indian Prophecy - Warriors of the Rainbow

2009-10-22T20:41:00.001+05:30

Last century an old wise woman of the Cree Indian nation, named "Eyes of Fire", had a vision of the future. She prophesied that one day, because of the white mans' or Yo-ne-gis' greed, there would come a time, when the earth being ravaged and polluted, the forests being destroyed, the birds would fall from the air, the waters would be blackened, the fish being poisoned in the streams, and the trees would no longer be, mankind as we would know it would all but cease to exist. There would come a time when the "keepers of the legend, stories, culture rituals, and myths, and all the Ancient Tribal Customs" would be needed to restore us to health, making the earth green again. They would be mankind's key to survival, they were the "Warriors of the Rainbow". There would come a day of awakening when all the peoples of all the tribes would form a New World of Justice, Peace, Freedom and recognition of the Great Spirit.

The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would spread these messages and teach all peoples of the Earth or "Elohi". They would teach them how to live the "Way of the Great Spirit". They would tell them of how the world today has turned away from the Great Spirit and that is why our Earth is "Sick".

The "Warriors of the Rainbow" would show the peoples that this "Ancient Being" (the Great Spirit), is full of love and understanding, and teach them how to make the "Earth or Elohi" beautiful again. These Warriors would give the people principles or rules to follow to make their path light with the world. These principles would be those of the Ancient Tribes. The Warriors of the Rainbow would teach the people of the ancient practices of Unity, Love and Understanding. They would teach of Harmony among people in all four corners of the Earth.

Like the Ancient Tribes, they would teach the peoples how to pray to the Great Spirit with love that flows like the beautiful mountain stream, and flows along the path to the ocean of life. Once again, they would be able to feel joy in solitude and in councils. They would be free of petty jealousies and love all mankind as their brothers, regardless of color, race or religion. They would feel happiness enter their hearts, and become as one with the entire human race. Their hearts would be pure and radiate warmth, understanding and respect for all mankind, Nature and the Great Spirit.

They would once again fill their minds, hearts, souls, and deeds with the purest of thoughts. They would seek the beauty of the Master of Life - the Great Spirit! They would find strength and beauty in prayer and the solitude of life.

Their children would once again be able to run free and enjoy the treasures of Nature and Mother Earth. Free from the fears of toxins and destruction, wrought by the Yo-ne-gi and his practices of greed. The rivers would again run clear, the forests be abundant and beautiful, the animals and birds would be replenished. The powers of the plants and animals would again be respected and conservation of all that is beautiful would become a way of life.

The poor, sick and needy would be cared for by their brothers and sisters of the Earth. These practices would again become a part of their daily lives.

The leaders of the people would be chosen in the old way - not by their political party, or who could speak the loudest, boast the most, or by name calling or mud slinging, but by those whose actions spoke the loudest. Those who demonstrated their love, wisdom and courage and those who showed that they could and did work for the good of all, would be chosen as the leaders or Chiefs. They would be chosen by their "quality" and not the amount of money they had obtained. Like the thoughtful and devoted "Ancient Chiefs", they would understand the people with love, and see that their young were educated with the love and wisdom of their surroundings. They would show them that miracles can be accomplished to heal this world of its ills, and restore it to health and beauty.

The tasks of these "Warriors of the Rainbow" are many and great. There will be terrifying mountains of ignorance to conquer and they shall find prejudice and hatred. They must be dedicated, unwavering in their strength, and strong of heart. They will find willing hearts and minds that will follow them on this road of returning "Mother Earth" to beauty and plenty - once more.

The day will come, it is not far away.

The day that we shall see how we owe our very existence to the people of all tribes that have maintained their culture and heritage. Those that have kept the rituals, stories, legends and myths alive. It will be with this knowledge, the knowledge that they have preserved, that we shall once again return to "harmony" with Nature, Mother Earth and mankind. It will be with this knowledge that we shall find our "Key to our Survival".

This is the story of the "Warriors of the Rainbow".

Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find
That money cannot be eaten.

--CREE INDIAN PROPHECY.

Finally On Alexa's Charts!

2009-10-22T20:34:00.002+05:30

Just a week into my campaign of getting the blog ranked again on Alexa, it has now been ranked at 19,152,070. Although a far cry from the glory days, it is still a promising start nonetheless. I will continue to try and raise it through the ranks, for my own satisfaction of course. Next post coming up after this. A little something I read today and was deeply impressed.

A Short Notice

2009-10-15T20:33:00.000+05:30

For the last few months I've been syndicating entire posts onto my facebook notes, whereas earlier it used to be just the first paragraph or 255 words, whichever is lesser. The point of doing that was to make it convenient for people to read the entire post without having to click through to the blog. The drawback to this is the loss in pageviews the blog suffers thereby not allowing sites like Alexa to give me an accurate pagerank. What all that jargon means is simply that I'm now going to give blogger permission to only publish part of my posts onto the notes and the rest, at the cost of a minor incovenvience, you'll would have to click through and get on the blog. This would of course be greatly appreciated by me and I want to thank you guys beforehand for taking the trouble. I'm going to quit writing now before this turns in to a thank you speech. Next post would be coming up soon. Ciao!

Being Me...

2009-10-13T14:40:00.006+05:30

*Sigh* I don't know if I can put this delicately, but try I must. This is a blog Ladies and Gentlemen. An online account of my misadventures, my thoughts and opinions, a form of entertainment much like stand up comedians and Karan Johar movies. Okay maybe I'm not as bad as the latter there. The description of my blog reads, "This blog Is about the random events that happen to me... Makes good reading to myself when I get bored.." See where I'm going with this? Your praise is always welcome and criticism is much appreciated, but please lay off the inane half-assed critical comments. I've really had no cause for ire, you regular readers being most forthcoming and accommodating, at least before this 'friend' of mine decided to comment on my previous post. Her comment led to much confusion and torment in my delicate soul. "Who's side was she on?" , I asked myself for her comment seemed to defend the right of people who uphold the beauty of the English language, myself included, yet she goes on to berate me for my "missing commas and semicolons". Which made me wonder if there was something in the past that I had done to her to cause her so much grief. She did hate my ex girlfriend who's as big a bitch as she is (debatable issue, I admit), but so do I now and that should make us allies I believe.

Anyway, my point here is, this is a 'blog' and not The Times Of India. I'm not trying to change the world here or influence people with my half baked writings, which are utterly opinionated. A 5 year old who's just learnt to spell will inform you of how factual that is and would elucidate you on the pure entertainment value of my blog. But if you want to read quality literature then I suggest you go pick a copy of Shakespeare's Hamlet, or if you're into the fantasy sci-fi genre, Tolkien or Rowling should be your cup of tea. Don't run your mouth off on my blog with mindless uneducated comments, which is just a public display of your arrogance and ignorance. But maybe you're just PMS'ing in which case I sympathise with you. Can't really imagine bleeding a fuck load every month. I'd be a very pissed off bitch too and would probably bite just as hard as you. But if it's not that then it must be 'cause I stepped on your toes (unintentionally) when you were teaching me to dance, or think you're ugly and that haircut makes you look like a 12 year old school boy. Sure doesn't mean you take it out on me in as lame a manner as commenting on a post that's visible to about 4000 people on facebook, give or take. You do the maths.

Also a moot point, but one that I feel deserves a mention is the fact that this blog was once among the top 500,000 blogs in the world, or the top 0.5% as calculated by Alexa, based on pageviews and unique visitors. A little more maths on your fingertips, or a calculator for some, would tell you that's about 100 million+ blogs in the blogosphere. How's that for putting things into perspective?

And of course this blog is about me ranting! That's what I do best! Sit and complain about the inferior imbeciles that surround me and are the bane of my existence. Sure I think I'm superior to you. I wouldn't be a very successful asshole if I didn't, would I? Trying to show me down doesn't make you a bigger asshole than me, although that could fact be argued in some circles. But if being an asshole is what gets your juices flowing I suggest going for it. Whatever sails your boat man.

Death Of A Language.

2009-10-10T10:30:00.001+05:30

You know what rattles my cage? What really get's my goat? It's the mutilation of the English language; the rampant misuse so often indulged whilst 'chatting'. "Language evolves" I hear you say and I'm all for it, knowing that English itself is a mishmash, a hodgepodge of several languages. But using words like 'okie' in place of 'OK' or 'okay' is just pushing it. Definition of 'okie' by Merriam-Webster - "sometimes disparaging : a migrant agricultural worker; especially : one from Oklahoma in the 1930s". Made me wince too when I first read it. Makes me wonder how people could use words that have a different meaning entirely from the one they intend. How many of you'll actually say 'okie' when you'll converse face to face with a person? Don't you think it may make you sound slightly MORONIC? So start restricting yourself when you're typing too. Liberalism is best when used in moderation. Yes, I just made that quote up to fit my agenda, so sue me.

Certain things are acceptable of course. The big disadvantage of conversing online is the lack of tonality and facial expression that is required while talking face to face to make oneself understood. This has given way to using words like 'lol' and it's counterparts, too numerous to mention. Also the use of emoticons serves a similar purpose, hence their popularity.

What is definitely not acceptable is "????????????" or "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". IT HURTS MY FUCKING EYES ASSHOLES. Really, are you that retarded? That alphabetically incompetent to use punctuation so liberally (criminal I should call it) to put your point across? Is that how you TALK when you speak? I see a whole bunch of you spitting venom at me right now, for sometime in our previous conversations you'll may have been prone to such vagaries. Yashvir, in all his goodness, forgives you all. Actually I take that back. There should be laws against such rabid abuse of a language I find such pleasure in, and you'll perpetrators should be punished accordingly, keeping in mind of course the severity of you're crimes.

aS UnFoRgIvAbLe iS WrItInG lIkE ThIs aNd ThInKiNg iT tO Be rEaLlY CoOl!!!!!! Gah! Who came up with that I wonder. Maybe our schizophrenic brethren trying to write in code so that they wouldn't be understood by the illusory spies that stalk them. If you have a tendency to write as such and see or hear things that others can't then get yourself checked because those are signs of a disturbed personality, an imbalance of chemicals in your brain. Blech. Nauseated is how I feel when subjected to that vile, demoralizing piece of unabashed literature (read: compost pile).

It fills me with dread to think about the future, the English that would be spoken by my kids and grand kids. I shudder to think that they would resort to some sort of pseudo-communication; probably grunting and using single syllable words, somewhat reminiscent of how cave men used to communicate back in the good ol' days of raw food, no shower and human sacrifices to please rain gods.

Here's a list of 15 Words added to the dictionary. A clear sign of things to come. There is no justice in this world I tell you.

The Truth Is Out There.

2009-10-02T14:32:00.001+05:30

I belong to the tribe of people who believe that this universe isn't us Human's exclusive domain but contains life forms in abundance, albeit the majority probably not being sentient. Now there are a whole bunch of people who have shaken their heads in disagreement at this statement of mine and said there is no proof; the same people who believe in God, go to church on sundays and cross themselves when they pass a temple. These same people would be hard pressed to give scientifically accepted 'proof' of God's existence and would resort to stating instances of 'miracles' and quoting 'The Bible', like that book is sacrosanct and written by 'God' Himself. My point here is that nothing is certain but some things are more certain than others and I will go out on a limb here and state that the probability of the existence of extra-terrestrials is greater than that of God.

Let's take the Sphinx in Egypt as exhibit number 1. Egyptologists are of the general opinion that the Sphinx was built during the reign of King Khafre about 4500 years ago, or 2500 B.C. There is mounting geological and historical evidence that the theory of the Sphinx built by Khafre is flimsy at best. The new evidence that has surfaced shows that the Sphinx has to be much older than earlier assumed; as old as 12500 years or built around 10500 B.C. As we know the Egyptian Civilisation is the oldest known human civilisation and came into existence 4500 years ago. But evidence shows that the Sphinx predated the Egyptians by 8000 years. So who built the Damn thing? For more reading on the topic go to http://jcolavito.tripod.com/lostcivilizations/id17.html

Let's take 'The Bible' as exhibit number 2. It has long been discussed that the Bible contains evidence of our ancestor's interacting with 'Aliens'. I won't go into the details here but for more reading check out this page: http://www.doomsdayguide.org/UFO/ufo_aliens_in_the_bible.htm Gives you something to think about doesn't it?

I haven't even begun to mention Stonehenge or the crop circles or any of the other anomalous objects and sightings that have been in place or observed probably before the advent of fire. I'm not trying to convince the skeptics of my point of view, just detailing a small portion of the evidence and hoping that people would open their narrow minds and let go of their narcissism of thinking that this universe which contains hundreds of billions of stars could be generous enough to have us humans as it's only hosts. Time to let go of our egocentric 'God created us in his self-image' attitude and embrace the facts as they stand before us.

Social Phobia

2009-09-20T18:07:00.001+05:30

When I was much younger I had all the symptoms of someone with chronic shyness more commonly known as social Phobia. Most people have the misconception that shyness is akin to introversion but they are distinctly different issues. Shyness can be defined as a feeling of discomfort or inhibition is social and interpersonal situations which can prohibit one from pursuing goals, either academic or personal. The degree of shyness varies too, from mild social awkwardness to debilitating social phobia. On the other hand an Introvert can be defined as one who prefers solitary to social activities but does not fear social encounters as does the shy. A shy person may not want the isolation that pervades their life and may long for social contact but the thought of doing so may fill them with dread. The symptoms are manifested as acute worry, increase of heart rate, sweating and other psychological and physiological symptoms. At some point I realised what social phobia was doing to me and decided that if I want to lead a fulfilling life and do the things I want to do then change I must. It was difficult at the outset to change years and years of bad mental programming, to thrust myself into social situations and go through the sheer mental and physical anguish. I learnt an important lesson here; the more I did something I feared the less I feared it and the more I enjoyed it. Along with that came the feeling of having accomplished something, like a hurdle being overcome. The more I socialized the more socially aware I became. The side benefits of that being that I got better in my interactions with women. I could relax around them and enjoy their company without being worried or being 'stuck in my head'.

Making new friends and meeting new people once ever so often became an obsession, but of late I seem to have slowed down; almost lost the drive. I've caught myself in time and won't slide down to being anti social again. It's definitely not fun being chronically shy and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

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Gloom

2009-09-08T15:18:00.001+05:30

I've officially hit rock bottom. It's been only two days since I last had a drink and already I feel depressed; a sign of withdrawal maybe. It's scary how this kind of thing has managed to creep up on me. it never crossed my mind that I could get addicted to booze. Or maybe 'addiction' is too strong a word. For now I'm goin to keep away from it and try to cut down on the cigarettes too. Those don't help either.

Had a shitty dream this morning that may have triggered this bout of gloom I feel today. Seems like life is passing me by while I stand impotent; unable to do anything or make decisions that will give me a start in some direction. The problem is that of choice. I'm afraid to make one for the thought of making the wrong choice, picking the wrong path fills me with an indescribable dread. It eats me up from the inside, wondering if I will regret making some decision even if it's forty years down the line.

But it's not about me anymore. I've been selfish all this while, living in the fantasy dream land that I'd created for myself in my head. There are people who are depending on me, who've placed their faith in me and believe that I can do better, be better. I'm sick of disappointing them time and again, disgusted with myself for getting to this point. It's not too late, it's never too late. But difficult it will be.

I resolve to make changes, for living like this has made me a shell of the man I used to be. Time to reclaim what is mine and make some people proud.

Where Is The Muse?

2009-09-06T12:48:00.001+05:30

Been a long time since I last posted something. It's become more the norm than the exception now. I'm not really proud of it but there it is. I seem to have lost the will to write for the people who really appreciated aren't around me anymore. I lack my muse. The one who loved what I wrote and loved me more for it. Sad really. But life goes on as has mine and I live with the emptiness, the hollow feeling where what you do has no purpose, no meaning until she gives her stamp of approval. I may not be sober right now but heck, there's been other days I've been worse off. I don't promise to post anything soon, for life is dull and routine, and until some shit happens that is worth posting you'll won't be seeing much of me here. Gone are the days when blog rank mattered. There's other things to be hooked on to. Damn addictions will be the death of me. Sooner rather than later. So until some future date, I bid you goodbye.

The Wisdom Of Gilgamesh

2009-07-07T01:17:00.001+05:30

THE PARTING WORDS OF THE FISHWIFE SIDUR TO GILGAMESH :
"When the heavenly gods created human beings, they kept everlasting life for themselves and gave us death. So, Gilgamesh, accept your fate. Each day, wash your head, bathe your body, and wear clothes that are sparkling fresh. Fill your stomach with tasty food. Play, sing, dance, and be happy both day and night. Delight in the pleasures that your wife brings you, and cherish the little child who holds your hand. Make every day of your life a feast of rejoicing! This is the task that the gods have set before all human beings. This is the life you should seek, for this is the best life a mortal can hope to achieve."

Goa Diaries

2009-05-23T00:18:00.009+05:30

The trip this time around to Goa certainly did not disappoint. I do wish I could have spent at least a day more but my trip had to be cut short keeping in mind other commitments back home. The 4 days I was there were incredible though and had a hint of that very first dream trip we had made to Goa years back and still spoken of with legendary fondness. The first day I got there was spent at Palolem beach in the south of Goa at one of the beach houses we had rented. The beach is incredibly beautiful with white sand and the bluest water and far away from the riffraff that one finds in the north side of Goa. It was troublesome traveling that distance from where my bus had stopped at Mapuca but it was well worth the trip and I forgot my agonizing journey the second I landed on that beach. Most of that day was spent at Cocktails And Dreams, a shack on the beach close to where our place was. Smoked up and drank Beer and soaked in the beauty of that place. Met a little trouble maker that goes by the name of Urvi for a little while and then got back to the Beer which had my name on it.

That night we had dinner and then decided to party back at our place till the wee hours of the morning. Music on the Ipod hooked up to the speakers, Beer, the lovely friends and the faithful hashish and I would not want to be anywhere else in the world at that moment. We hit the bed at 4 in the morning and had decided to get up at 7 to take a boat and visit the nearby islands and to see the dolphins. Punctually and much to my surprise we managed to get up and make our way across to the boat where we set sail on our trip to the honeymoon island and the butterfly island. The bonus was we actually did get to see Dolphins and got a whole bunch of videos and photos of the scene. The minus point being me and Ceanne got sea sick and and were really intent on getting back home since the boat trip had gone on for 2 and a half hours. I crashed in the room for about two hours after we landed on terra firma and then me and Gabby made our way back to Cocktails And Dreams for some much needed Brunch and Beer along with the Hash which is like our staple diet when in Goa. That evening we decided to get a move on to Ceanne's house because the guys had to collect their bags and I needed to get to the north of Goa to keep an appointment with a certain someone. Unfortunately I couldn't get in touch with her until a minute after the guys decide to put their clothes in the machine for washing. Fuckers.

The next morning we wake up later than mid-day much to my chagrin because I had decided to meet Sienna before she left back for Bombay. Again that wasn't to be since some of the guys decided to travel to Margao to check how much it would cost them to put their bikes in the train back to Bombay for they had ridden the bikes down to Goa and didn't wish to ride back. Which meant my going down to the north would be postponed for a couple of hours at least which led up to some anxious moments wondering whether I would make it in time to meet the Coopster before she caught her bus. It so happened that Neil and I decided to ride it down to the north ahead of the rest of the guys but we didn't manage to make it in time. Some other time Chino.

We parked our bags at Neil's place in Shiolim and were off to Candolim where a few friends were staying. The rest of the gang joined us soon enough and we were busy smoking up and drinking. I realised that Neil's place was the inside of Hell disguised as a house. It really was that hot. Only managed to get some sleep that night after another session at the balcony with the usual intoxicants.

The day after we had decided to go do some water sports which meant that I couldn't very well do much of anything because of my bad leg. So my friends went ahead and hit the banana boat first and soon after did the Parasailing, which I was glad I didn't go for since some fellows on the boat along with our friends had their parachute cord snap and drifted down to the sea. I got to ride a jet ski though which was good enough for me, what with the right leg not being what it used to

The last morning of my stay there wasn't exactly filled with action and substance. We were at Infantaria for breakfast after which Gabby and I were left back since he had ordered for something that was taking way too much time in the kitchen. The rest of the guys had decided to move off to Arambol beach and we were to join them. But we managed to not find the entrance to the beach and so decided to go back to Neil's place and await the return of the rest, which I assumed would be before 6 p.m since our bus in Mapuca was at 7. Kimberly returned with Jarvis at around 6.10 p.m which was cutting it really close since that barely left us enough time to get to our destination. And once we move out Berly forgets her MP3 player and so we have to return back to the house and the clock has already chimed 6.30 p.m. We did however manage to get in time to Mapuca and the bus stand where I searched in vain for a store which would sell me a book and a pen but it wasn't meant to be. I wanted to get a little writing done on the bus because the travel time was 12 hours through the night. We decided to buy a strip of Avomine which promptly knocked Berly and I for the rest of the night till we reached Bombay. Never felt so rested in my life and couldn't have been happier to get back home and on my computer and Facebook which I missed so much.

I still wish I could have spent another day in Goa and have already been planning the next trip which would be sometime in the coming 6 months. Cross your fingers and hope it becomes a reality.

Return To Paradise

2009-05-15T13:24:00.005+05:30

OK so the title of this blog is borrowed from the movie of the same name and no I'm not going to Malaysia. But Goa is no less of a paradise for me and a trip down there at least once a year is a must. This time I was supposed to ride down with a few friends and make stopovers at Sindhudurg and Ganpatipule. But I decided against that mainly keeping in mind that my leg may not be able to take the stress that such a trip would place on it. It's only been 6 months since the accident that broke my thigh bone in half and I decided to exercise a certain amount of prudence and restraint which is quite unlike my usual half assed self. I did join Ballroom Dance classes though which is quite like my usual half assed self.

I have a feeling this trip is going to be different from all the innumerable trips but then I've said that to myself every single time I leave for Goa. The plan is to do the usual things; smoke up, drink and enjoy the beauty and serenity of the beach from the comfort of the shacks in the company of old and new friends. I'm a little nervous about riding a bike again but have no choice in that regard. Yes, I live dangerously.

It's also been a year since I got the tattoo done and wanted the second one done this time but can't do it for the lack of adequate padding in the shoulder area. I wanted a Dragon sleeve that would involve a lot of pain on this frail body of mine no amount of Hashish could dull. Maybe the next time after putting on weight in the gym.

I'l be posting about the trip once I get back and as always there will be an adventure with my name on it. Until then I hope Mumbai doesn't miss me too much.

As Promised.

2009-03-31T15:02:00.002+05:30

I had mentioned in an earlier post that I was thinking of starting a new blog dealing with a more specific part of my life. The first post will come up on the 02.04.09 and for the time being it will be only for a few people until I decide the time is right for it to be more mainstream. It would be a discussion of my views on certain topics and also a commentary on what is happening in my life as regards this particular area. More on it in another post..

A Meaning For Life.

2009-03-21T14:41:00.001+05:30

In the beginning there was nothing. Then there was a bang. A very big bang. From that bang came everything. The stars, the planets and the empty space that's not so empty. Then came the lifeforms. First they were simple. Then they grew complex. Then they grew self-conscious. They decided to explore their surrounding. They created fire, hunted and grew crops. Then they looked to the skies above and wondered. They wondered if there were others like them out there amongst the stars. So began the quest to find out if they were alone in the nothingness. They built machines that would travel out of the world they inhabited. Machines that would touch the stars someday. They built machines that would touch the depths of the oceans someday. They created machines that would wipe out all life on their planet someday.

Then came the awakening. The beings realized there was more to their existence. They discovered their soul. They began to listen to it, and heard the sounds of the universe they inhabited. The universe spoke to them and told them the meaning of life. The meaning that we had lost in our quest for knowledge. The meaning that we knew yet did not know. And the universe spoke to everyone. Man and woman, old and young, rich and poor. The wisdom was finally delivered through the soul. The people were given this simple message. To find "The One that makes you whole". For each person has just half a soul. And his lifelong quest should be to find the other half. His Soulmate. The one that would complete him. And relive their past lifetimes as a whole. For we are destined to live forever. Not through our physical bodies but through our souls. The quest to find the other half in each lifetime for all eternity, until everything goes back to nothing and the cycle of death and rebirth of the universe will be complete.

132 Stupid (Some Not So Stupid) Things

2009-02-18T13:37:00.001+05:30

Another one of those Facebook posts that I found interesting and thought I'd put it up here. This is a bunch of stupid and not so stupid things that one can do and you have to put an 'X' next to the ones you've done and leave blank the one's you haven't. I've done 94 out of these 132 Stupid Things...

Level 1:
(X) Smoked A Cigarette
(X) Smoked A Cigar
( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
(X) Drank Alcohol

SO FAR: 3

Level 2
(X) Are / Been In Love
(X) Been Dumped
(X) Shoplifted
(X) Been Fired
(X) Been In A Fist Fight

SO FAR: 8

Level 4
(X) Had A Crush On An Older Person
(X) Skipped School
(X) Slept With A Co-worker
(X) Seen Someone / Something Die

SO FAR: 12

Level 5
(X) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
( ) Been On A Plane
(X) Thrown Up From Drinking

SO FAR: 14

Level 6
( ) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been Snowboarding
(X) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook
(X) Been in a Mosh Pit

SO FAR:16

Level 7
(X) Been In An Abusive Relationship
(X) Taken Pain Killers
(X) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have
(X) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
( ) Made A Snow Angel

SO FAR: 20

Level 8
() Had A Tea Party
(X) Flown A Kite
(X) Built A Sand Castle
(X) Gone mudding (offroading)
(X) Played Dress Up

SO FAR: 24

Level 9
(X) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
( ) Gone Sledging
(X) Cheated While Playing A Game
(X) Been Lonely
(X) Fallen Asleep At Work / School

SO FAR: 28

Level 10
(X) Watched The Sun Set
(X) Felt An Earthquake
( ) Killed A Snake

SO FAR: 30

Level 11
(X) Been Tickled
(X) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(X) Been cheated on
(X) Been Misunderstood

SO FAR: 34

Level 12

( ) Won A Contest
(X) Been Suspended From School
(X) Had Detention
(X) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident

SO FAR: 37

Level 13
( ) Had / Have Braces
( ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(X) Danced in the moonlight

SO FAR: 38

Level 14

(X) Hated The Way You Look
(X) Witnessed A Crime
( ) Pole Danced
(X) Questioned Your Heart
( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes

SO FAR: 41

Level 15
(X) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
(X) Been Lost
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
(X) Swam In The Ocean
(X) Felt Like You Were Dying

SO FAR: 45

Level 16
(X) Cried Yourself To Sleep
(X) Played Cops And Robbers
( ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
(X) Sang Karaoke
(X) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins

SO FAR: 49

Level 17
(X) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(X) Made Prank Phone Calls
(X) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
( ) Kissed In The Rain

SO FAR: 52

Level 18
( )Written A Letter To Santa Claus
(X) Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About
(X) Blown Bubbles
(X) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere

SO FAR: 55

Level 19
(X) Crashed A Party
( ) Have Travelled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
( ) Gone Rollerskating / Blading
(X) Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey

SO FAR: 57

Level 20
( ) Worn Pearls
(X) Jumped Off A Bridge: off a wall of a bridge
(X) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"
( ) Swam With Dolphins.

SO FAR: 59

Level 22
(X) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube
( ) Kissed A Fish
(X) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(X) Sat On A Roof Top

SO FAR: 62

Level 23
(X) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
( ) Done / ATTEMPTED A One-Handed Cartwheel
(X) Talked On The Phone For More Than 4 Hours
(X) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about

SO FAR:65

Level 24
( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
(X) Climbed A Tree
( ) Had/Been In A Tree House
(X) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone

SO FAR: 67

Level 25
(X) Believed In Ghosts
( ) Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes
( ) Gone Streaking
( ) Visited Jail

SO FAR: 68

Level 26
(X) Played Chicken
(X) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
(X) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger
(X) Broken A Bone
(X) Been Easily Amused

SO FAR: 73

Level 27
( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later
( ) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one
(X) Caught A Butterfly
(X) Laughed So Hard You Cried
(X) Cried So Hard You Laughed

SO FAR:76

Level 28
(X) Mooned/Flashed Someone
(X) Had Someone Moon/Flash You
(X) Cheated On A Test
(X) Forgotten Someone's Name
( ) French Braided Someones Hair
(X) Gone Skinny Dipping
(X) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
(X) Tried to hurt yourself

SO FAR: 83

Level 29
(X) Rode A Roller Coaster
( ) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling
(X) Had A Cavity
(X) Black-Mailed Someone
(X) Been Black Mailed

SO FAR:87

Level 31
(X) Been Used
(X) Fell Going Up The Stairs
( ) Licked A Cat
(X) Bitten Someone
(X) Licked Someone

SO FAR: 91

Level 32
( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint (does bee bee gun count lol)
( ) Had sex in the rain
(X) Flattened someones tires
(X) Rode your bike/Driven your car until the fuel light came on
(X) Got five pounds or less worth of fuel

TOTAL: 94

Not bad overall I think....

25 Random Things About Me

2009-02-11T13:56:00.003+05:30

This post has been doing the rounds of Facebook for a while now and finally I got tagged in it. The 'game' involves writing 25 random things about yourself and then posting it on Facebook. It gets interesting when you tag 25 other people on your list and they in turn write 25 random things about themselves and so on and so forth. So without further ado here it is; "25 Random Things About Me".

1. I am left handed. That's right. That is the source of my unbelievable intelligence.

2. I love women. OK maybe that's a slight understatement. Can't blame me for making up for all the years I lost out on, can you? Which brings me to...

3. I'm a Venusian Artist who's transitioned to a more natural form of 'Game' suited to my own personality. Don't ask me what it is. That's what Google is for, idiot.

4. You got that right. I am arrogant and conceited. Can't help it if I'm superior to the rest of you dumbasses.

5. I love to write but don't think I'd ever do it professionally even though I've been invited to. I just don't see myself writing stuff I'm not passionate about. I'm passionate about voicing my opinions against dumbfucks. Don't think they'd want to print some of that stuff in a newspaper.

6. I have a list of things that I want to accomplish in this life. I have yet to get started on it.

7. Yes, I am a rabid procrastinator.

8. My greatest fear is to die an unknown, not having left a mark on this planet's history.

9. As a child I always wanted to be a detective growing up. That's the influence of the novels I used to read, spy thrillers mainly.

10. As a Teenager I wanted to be a Theoretical Astrophysicist and my idol was Stephen Hawking. I was a super nerd alright.

11. My idol now and forever will be Mystery a.k.a Erik Von Markovic who changed not just my life but the lives of countless frustrated men the world over.

12. I'm almost 23. And completely clueless with what I want to do with my life. I'm not sure if that's such a bad thing either..

13. I like to sing. Which doesn't mean I sing WELL by default.

14. I love spicy food. I think I could make a meal of raw chillies if I was hungry enough. Although that would really make my asshole burn. Strange, but speaking of burning assholes reminded me of my ex. Hmm.

15. I'm a philosopher at heart. My greatest inspiration would be Friedrich Nietzsche.

16. At varying points in my life I've been a devout Catholic, an Atheist, an Agnostic and finally believe in a 'force' that is part of us and the universe and binds everything together. Oh, this isn't some religious mumbo-jumbo by the way. Read Bell's Theorem for more on Quantum Connectedness. Yeah, I can see you playing tic-tac-toe in your head.

17. I'd love to live in Mumbai forever. There's something about this place that stays in your blood and gives you a perpetual high.

18. I have a natural instinct to gamble and take risks. Calculated ones. After all I do value human life and above all my own human life is very sacred to me. Yes, I Love ME. Deal with it.

19. I need my cuppa tea in the morning to get started. I can get pretty irritable if I don't get my morning chai. Trust me, you don't wanna fuck with me before I get my morning chai.

20. I could pretty much live on Beer if there was a food famine. My genetics makes it almost impossible for me to get a Beer Belly. Envy me losers! hah!

21. I broke my nose while boxing in School hence the slight curve of my nose towards the left.

22. I had a bike that I fondly referred to as 'My Baby'. She's rusted and worn out now and won't be good for even the scrap metal dealers. Story of my life..

23. I now have a broken leg and no social life. I think being AWAY from society may have been my greatest contribution to it till date. I'm not proud of it okay.

24. I have a tattoo on the left side of my chest of a heart with a dagger going through it with the inscription on a flag that reads, "Soldier Of Fortune". That means a person who seeks adventure for it's own sake. Suck my balls, all ye who scoff.

25. When it comes to dancing I have two left feet. Now you know.

The New Old Me

2009-02-03T01:38:00.003+05:30

It's been a while since I put something up here. It's coz I got nothing. Nada. Zip. My brains drawing a blank. Nothing has happened to me in the last 2 months. Not since the accident that broke my leg and led to my forced incarceration at home. I don't think I mentioned the accident here. Just a lousy thigh bone fracture. They needed to shove a rod in the leg to hold the bone in place. Which means I now walk with crutches. It's temporary girls. I'l be back to what I do best in no time. But for now I sit here on the computer and while my hours playing mindless games on Facebook. The damn site has become a boon for me. Who would've figured that.

My 2 month hiatus from society has led me to contemplate on certain issues and aspects of my life. Not that it has got me anywhere. I have become more laid-back and unconcerned about things than I've ever been. That is slightly alarming since I wasn't gung-ho to start with. But everything in it's own time. I am also a Commerce Graduate now and anybody familiar with my relationship with formal education would disbelieve the fact that I actually STUDIED. Rest assured my friends, I didn't. If you can't beat the system then you join it, and then beat it. That's all I'm going to say on that topic. Mainly to avoid prosecution.

I don't know what has happened to the ex girlfriend by now but I'm sure she's got a special corner of Hell to roast in and wish she'd hurry up and get there. (Yes dear reader you were impatient to know when I was going to begin my rants weren't you?). The only good that came of that breakup was that I was able to help other guys get through their breakups with minimum pain. Those women have hot spots in Hell too.

I've been learning Portuguese on account of Brazilian women who add me on orkut and are pretty insistent on chatting. They have the view that sex in India is slower and more passionate because we have the 'KamaSutra'. I don't like to burst their bubble and enlighten them with the sordid facts. Oh, I've been learning the KamaSutra too.

It's going to be 2 more months before I walk on my legs without the help of crutches. I'm not sure yet but I think I've found a great cause to be a part of, to give back what I have taken and to better lives in the bargain. I'd probably stop posting on this blog from April onwards and start a new one to reflect the new life that I will begin to lead.

An entirely new story would begin then and the people who call themselves my fans would be more than glad for me to take that step. After all, it's time India had it's very own PUA. *wink wink*

Rating And Dating!

2008-12-19T20:15:00.004+05:30

A rating scale has the obvious advantage of simplifying something into a logical and coherent structure. To use it to rate women, even more so. I see you men wincing and you women baying for my blood. But it's an unsavory fact of life and one must accept it just like Scientology and Madonna. You can deny it all you want but these elements do exist.

The most widely used scale is the 1-10 rating system. The women are slotted on this scale based on certain purportedly objective characteristics. Although one might argue that one's subjective tastes color the rating handed out. The one's at the top, i.e. a 10 is someone we really want to be with and may be someone out of our league. Then come the 8's and 9's who we like and may also be dating. Then come the 7's who are actually 8's without the make-up. And then come the 6 and below who are generally not to be 'gamed'. This rating system however modified in it's various forms holds some resemblance to the one I roughly outlined. Now I personally used this version of the system and noticed some flaws. For e.g a girl who would be rated a 10 by me would not even begin to appeal to a friend. Does that mean that she isn't fucking hot? No, it just means that my subjective judgment of her ability to put out easily clouded my objective rating by maybe pushing her up the scale a point or 2. Other times there would be a girl I would be attracted to based on certain..uh..qualities and yet would find that I would only rate her a 7. Which is low according to my standard rating and would lead to confusion on whether I should pursue the girl or quit.

Thus I came to believe that this system though it has served me well in the past now needs to either be modified or discarded completely. Then it came to me, the most simple yet profound method of rating which is actually a misnomer since it doesn't involve digits. I just had to ask myself 1 simple question and the answer to that would determine whether I would go ahead or cut my losses and look elsewhere. The answer would also be closed-ended which would eliminate any ambiguousness by only allowing me a yes or a no as my choice. The time has come to reveal the question which may at first sound stupid as it did to me too but one will meditate and savor the question and maybe even roll it around in one's mouth till one comes to terms with it's profoundness.

"Do I find this woman attractive?" is the question guys. Pause and let it sink in and marvel and delight in it's simplicity. Once you're done silently mumbling thanks to God for giving me to the world here's why I think the question kicks ass. It makes it possible to add my subjective judgment to the equation thus making a rating much more personal. The margin of error is reduced which means I wouldn't waste my time on that girl who is a perfect ten when it comes to looks but thinks scoring 97 in an I.Q test means she scored 97%. Gad! Unless you actually are that stupid yourself, but even then the system would still work. It would also give me an opportunity to know a wide variety of women since I would have normally constricted myself using the old system to only really hot bimbos who thought Barack Obama referred to military quarters in Africa.

I know my pioneering work in this field will be a great boon to a lot of guys out there who think about these sort of things but find no one to answer their questions. You can be rest assured that nothing is too stupid for me to devote a little time to writing on these days. And if I do get that call from the Nobel Committee I know it's only my readers that I have to thank for making it possible.

Foolish Questions

2008-12-17T19:12:00.003+05:30

Here's a bunch of foolish but interesting questions that I found on the web. By the end of it you will indeed question the extent of boredom's grip on my life. Enjoy.

1) How can you tell you’ve run out of invisible ink?
2) If a jogger runs at the speed of sound, can he still hear his mp3 player?
3) Why are most nudist people you wouldn’t want to see naked?
4) If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?
5) Why do you press harder on a remote control when you know the battery is dead?
6) When you’re finally holding all the cards, why does everyone else decide to play chess?
7) Do molecular biologists wear designer genes?
8) Are part-time bandleaders Simi-conductors?
9) If most accidents occur within five miles from home, why don’t people just move?
10) How many weeks are there in a light year?

The Terrorists Mind

2008-12-13T12:51:00.005+05:30

The recent terror attacks in Mumbai fill our minds with horror at the heinous acts perpetrated by the terrorists. When it took place I had no words to describe how I felt and I still don't. The only question that keeps ringing in my mind is 'why?'. Why did it happen? More importantly, why is a terrorist a terrorist? What makes a person slay innocents without remorse and justify such acts as righteous? There are differing opinions out there of different psychologists, all compelling but since terrorists don't really volunteer for psychological analysis there are differences in what motivates terrorist.

There's the anger without guilt theory that is put forward by Rona Fields, a Washington D.C. psychologist, that says that the way a terrorist defines right and wrong is very black and white and mostly influenced by a charismatic authoritative figure. They have a total limitation to the capacity to think for themselves. A terrorist develops gradually from a young age (typically boys aged 10-16) who are easiest to recruit "at the stage of development of moral judgment called retributive justice or vendetta." This "an eye for an eye" stage of emotional development was described by the Swiss psychologist Jean Piaget, she adds. In "societies where there's been inter-generational, inter-communal war," Fields says, many adults never outgrow the vendetta, and are trapped in righteous indignation, which Fields found among "all the members of all paramilitary organizations I examined. They believe there's a difference between right and wrong, but when they do something in the name of the cause, it's justified."

These true believers, she adds, "are angry, but they don't feel guilty about their anger."

On the other hand some experts argue that the suicidal terrorists instead of being psychopathic wackos are actually rational people effectively pursuing their goals. In fact David Long, former assistant director of the State Department's Office of Counter Terrorism says that not only are terrorists not crazy but they don't share a uniform personality type and he goes on to say, "No comparative work on terrorist psychology has ever succeeded in revealing a particular psychological type or uniform terrorist mindset." Still, Long wrote that terrorists tend to have low self-esteem, are attracted to groups with charismatic leaders, and, not surprisingly, enjoy risk. Oddly, Long concluded that many terrorists are ambivalent about violence and guns.

John Horgan, a psychologist at University College Cork (Ireland) says, One of the major appeals of fundamentalism is the remarkable ability to see the world in black and white terms." Fundamentalist terrorist groups, Horgan adds, offer persuasive inducements to would-be bombers. "We shouldn't underestimate the lures of joining these groups. Some have specific ideas of what the afterlife involves. Allah will forgive the sins of both the suicide bomber and his family."

Suicide bombers, he adds, are often "seen as heroes in the Palestinian struggle. You can see the pictures of martyrs plastered on walls. The families are praised... and the families of the bombers usually receive some financial reward."

One goal of analyzing terrorists in psychological terms, obviously, is to deter or prevent attacks, but the present situation is not encouraging. "There are not just people ready to die, but people who want to die," Horgan notes.

Rather than analyze terrorism in terms of psychopathology, Horgan and others prefer to see it in the context of culture, politics and religion. Terrorism, he says, "is a product of its own time and place. You're not going to find personality traits that will allow you to predict that one person or another is more likely to become a terrorist."

Horgan also suggests looking at the process of screening and training that creates terrorists and selects those best suited to individual "jobs" or leadership. "We don't see the protracted process of indoctrination that terrorists go through." To understand motivations, he says, the focus should shift from personality to process. The excessive focus on the psychology of terrorism echoes the mistakes of criminologists a century ago, Horgan concludes. "Early criminology was characterized by attempts to find differences between the criminal and the non-criminal. We ignored groups, culture, opportunity, the development of people's involvement."

Similarly, until terrorists are studied in the context of their lives, "psychological profiles" and pathological diagnoses are unlikely to provide a satisfying explanation for evil -- or a conclusive warning.

Getting to the root of terrorism doesn't mean killing more terrorists. That would be futile as another terrorist would simply take his place. The solution would be to know what motivates people to become terrorists and change the conditions. Also a weeding out of extremist elements and propaganda spread by the influential few for their own gains is required. That is the real root that needs to be got at and eliminated.

Excerpts taken from an article written by -- David Tenenbaum and Eric Zuelow.