Dark Fantasy (Choco Fills)

An exquisite combination of luscious chocolate filling enrobed within a perfectly baked rich cookie outer. An offer that fully epitomizes the brand promise of "Pure Indulgence".


Waiting in his room behind a cigarette, all he could think was if he'd like to eat outside or at home. He couldn't wait any longer. It had been a long day, running around to get the forms and registrations for his new semester done. He had just scooped up some time to get back for a bath before he could go over to meet her. "When will she call damnit?" he exclaimed to himself, putting the cigarette out in the corroded Therptin box he used for an ash tray. He turned over and turned up the volume to some Tool and began to slowly drift away, with the smoke filling the room. The new neon green bulb he had bought had been more than just a psychedelic friend to me. "Looks like she ain't gonna call today." he thought to himself, at the same time wondering if the Net had gotten any better. Seemed like a cold, boring night ahead if the net didn't get any better. Everyday he prayed, Valve were such gods to have created DoTA 2, all though S2 were the one's who were getting him through the wait for it. He wasn't quite certain where or what he would be exactly when DoTA 2 would come out, with his college just getting over and the requirement of a Job to facilitate his present survival. 


The mattress, like time, had slowly slipped away under him, as he ashed the joint. 2 hours had gone by and he had been lost in the snow with K, wondering if he too was as alienated and if the bureaucracy(CBS) would let CHAOS air again, even though they were futile and endless goals. The matter for the present was neither the Net had gotten better nor had she called. A matter of utmost concern, at once a joint needed to be rolled and smoked to spend the time thinking what should be done about it. "Was there any food at home?" he stormed into the kitchen, there was rice, some daal, Murukus(ty blasphemiester), OREOS. That is where his vision stopped, he reached out and ripped the cover open, and popped 2 of them straight into the mouth.  It was only 1130 PM, at 2 AM the Net would get better. Tomorrow's class was only at 11 in the morning, if sleep did knock on his door today, he could squeeze in 4 games to make it to the class on time. Somehow, he knew this, and that made him smile. He retreated back to his room, wondering whether K would ever understand the pointlessness of his pursuit. He looked at the grass and sneered "I will not fight you!", the grass replied, "Give yourself to the Dark Side. It is the only way you can save your brain. Yes, your thoughts betray you! Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... Me. So, you have a bored mind. Your feelings have now betrayed it, too. Your sanity was wise to hide you from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the Dark Side, then maybe it will... ". Unlike Star Wars, there wasn't an epic light saber battle going to ensue in his bedroom, but a simple cut,crush and mix procedure followed by a roll it and smoke it policy. 


"Whhhhhheerrreeeee Weerrreeeee Yoouuuu, Whheeeerrreeee The FUCK were youuuuuu." he sang with his stoned mind telling him he sounded like David Gilmour. While winamp switched to the aching cries of Maynard James Keenan " Who are you to raise your finger?" he was drawn back to K still chasing endless avenues. He checked the time on his laptop, it read 1:42 AM, which destroyed all the patience he had for K, bundling his pillows he turned to his laptop to wait the last 20 minutes out. "OH NOES!!!" the DvdRip of Paul was out, he was at a new crossroads this time, Paul or HoN. Tough question indeed. Paul would take an hour to download, and that would be enough time to spend with Eric and Hyde in the basement, or getting yelled by Red, "Dumbass!" while smoking a joint, and while he joined Paul later he could download The Tree of Life. The opportunities were endless, whereas playing HoN would lead to either pathetic games on semi-lag and over heating gameplay, or amazing games on semi-lag gameplay. But listening to Red about conspiracy theories last night, "I just think it's a little suspicious that right after we finished our Japanese-made dinner at the restaurant, our Japanese-made car malfunctioned!", had floored him for a good 10 minutes. He decided to download Paul and join Red for some fishing. 


The phone buzzed with Peter singing M.C Hammer's "You Can't touch this", disturbing Red halfway through a discourse on Parenting. It was her, she wanted to meet MaryJ, it was clear from his face that he didn't want to drive but he couldn't really get himself to say no either. He put on his jeans and sweatshirt, and closed the main door behind him. Who she was, and where she lived I do not know. He didn't come back that night, neither did he the next morning, he had taken his college bag and MaryJ with him. I had never left this house nor spoken to him, he did not know I existed, or so I believed. But I'm sure, he had at times looked straight at me and seen me for who I was, I was powerless then, unable to do anything but stare right back at him. Wondering if that was how I looked.


HumtY- 

Good Day

Abundance, goodness, indulgence and now unrestrained joy all in a Good Day.


There are times when you wished that the glory days lasted forever, that summer of 2009 was a summer to be remembered. We were all crazy little dumb-asses wasting away our lives. I always have wondered why haven't I put this up on the blog, that summer of 2009. 


It all started with Sadism, Orion and Mental having no place to stay for the summer. I had already made sure I had a place, I was staying with Astala. Mental being the most enterprising between the three made sure he got a place to stay at Diablo's place. What were we to know that Diablo's place would end up being "THE PLACE". The days were good, attending classes and praying to the lord Shiva, nights involved DoTA and more prayers and so on and so forth. We always did have difficulty finding enough players for a proper 5x5 game, but this summer was different. We had the right amount of people and the right kind of them. All of us crazy to play as much DoTA throughout the night as possible. Lets take a roll call now, Diablo, Astala, Desolator, Sadism, Norulz, Mental, Orion, Kau, Virgil & Myself. Often visited by Merlyn. All of us had laptops except Astala and norulz, well that was taken care of, we got their desktops to Diablo's place and set up a LAN, and we were ready to go. The nights were crazy, we started playing more than just DoTA, things like tower defense maps and deathmatch arena's became vastly popular among us procrastinators. 


We played every night, harder than the previous, prayed even harder. But this summer was here to stay. But the only thing that made this summer memorable was a fine sunday morning. After a really long night of DoTA and prayer, in the early hours of the sunday, we had planned to go to river-view ( a restaurant here in hellore) for breakfast. But nobody had the strength to get up and do anything. Astala was irritating everybody to go for breakfast. I was lying half dead in the hall, and couldn't care less. Everyone else in the small bed-room, half dead and half way to passing out. Astala was sure he wanted to go, so he started packing his desktop, and asking Diablo to drop him and his desktop off at home. Orion was beside him trying to unplug his laptop from the spike too. Astala reached for the spike, halfway through a dialogue to unplug his computer, when all of a sudden he started screaming "HELP! HELP!", and all of us were just looking at him in shock, well more in surprise because we had no clue what had happened. What seemed to me was that, the spike had somehow attached itself to his hands and wasn't coming off. Orion was the closest, he tried to beat the spike off him with his laptop, but in vain. Astala was still shouting "Help! Help!" and none of us did really get up to help him, and he got rid of the spike by himself and ran out of the bedroom, and into the kitchen. I was still lying in the hall watching this, being in the hall meant I could see both the kitchen and the bedroom.


Astala ran into the kitchen, and fell down on the floor. Orion followed him and tried to see what was up. Everybody else was still in the bedroom lying on the beds, and me still lying in the hall. Orion then goes back to the bedroom and announces " Dude, smoke is coming out of his mouth! Come see! *Chuckle*" and we all burst out in laughter in unison. Suddenly I see Diablo, Kau and Mental getting out of the room and Diablo heads straight towards the main door, while Kau follows him and Mental runs into the kitchen. Everybody else follows suite outside and slowly Astala is given water to drink and then he starts explaining what happened. Before he can, Kau exclaims "One Life Gaan! Macha One Life Gaaaan!", everybody bursts into laughter once again and this time it's Diablo in a very priestly voice " Today, we have almost lost a very dear and near friend, Astala" and once again we burst into laughter. Astala himself is laughing the episode off, he tells us he was getting electrocuted back there and he didn't know what to do and hence started shouting "HELP! HELP!" the weirdest part in the whole thing was, he didn't start shouting as soon as he held the plug or his hands got glued to the spike, he started shouting it awhile later, which made it look really funny, and the part where Orion ran back into the bed room saying 'Smoke is coming out of his mouth, Come see!" was just a cherry on top to give us the energy we needed to get up and start making fun of everything around us once again. 


We did finally go for the breakfast in River-view that morning. Never really enjoyed a breakfast there like that and a couple of more incidents where we could have lost Astala occurred, like slipping on the ramp for the disabled, pointing his butter knife towards himself and almost spilling hot coffee. To add to the whole episode, we reached back home and weren't feeling sleepy at all. A small prayer and ritual was performed and we started playing tower defense to better our time and wait for that ever awesome message at the end "You have won". Although it might seem like a very ordinary episode in anyone's life. That summer was the glory days. When all we cared about was DoTA and nothing else, ofcourse a little bit about the rituals we still perform. But DoTA none the less. 10 people living together because of their will to play DoTA was a crazy idea and that summer was nothing short of crazy. However small it seemed, it was a good 2 months of our lives. One that none of us who were there would ever forget. 

Nostalgia

I’ve lost before,

I’ve lost you in time.

I took the light through the silence,

Reaching out in your desperation,

I knew the waiting had been done.

My legs tread constantly and without boundaries,

Running along the rivers of time,

I wished I had lived again.

Following your footsteps,

The endless river,

To a time where  I would have found you again.

Your sweet and splendor,

Surprising yet, delightful.

Where have you been,

Reminding others

They are such fools.

Welcome, my son

You are just what I need.

Don’t tell me to go home alone,

It was Us not them,

Who had fought the cold,

In this shimmering light.

You ran free,

As the days looked by

Through the roofs,

Watching.

You were holding someone

Who was burnt and broken?

In this sea of change,

Its dark and slow,

While you ponder on

To all the dangerous and mystical places,

I knew the moment you came,

The clearing passed and

You came to life.

A thought, incepted by a song,

Lost in time,

With a greeting happiness,

While you were hanging from someone,

Afraid of what you were,

You found me. 

DoucheBaggery!

To begin with, I have been a douche myself to people, and have been on the receiving end towards the most part of my life. I like to think that I have a certain amount of expertise in this so called way of living. Yes lets put it that way. I've hung out with boys, men, uncles like forever. I have been surrounded by so many dicks, it surprises me that I'm still straight. But the company did lead to so much information and psycho analysis of the eternal douchebag. I'm disturbed by this because, there is always a point in ones life where you say I've had enough, even I want to be a douche. I'm sure of all the things I am and its certainly not any of things I am talking about here. Well just to be sure, I've tried being a douche to people and failed miserably, I enjoy being the omega or delta man in a group, of course enjoying the attention from time to time, but never would want the limelight. 


Okay moving on, their most simplest and easiest traits to recognize are of a bully. Why are they a bully? It would be way to easy to say they pry on the weak just because they are dicks. Oh no! They are way more complex than that. Don't make the mistake of letting them know you understand them or you know them, because your mind will be blown when they go about doing retarded douchebaggery just to make you feel you don't understand them at all. You see they behave douchey for one of three reasons, 

1. Underneath all that male bravado and superiority, there is an insecure little girl just banging on the closet door trying to get out. (Yes I am blogging from a secure location and I will not be subjected to douchebag assailants)


2. Their brains are under-developed, therefore unable to exercise self-control. So they act out aggressively in their own way, need not be physically at all times, every douchebag has his way. You just need to recognize it. It could be as blatant as physical violence or as insidious as manipulating friendships.


3.  They have a small weener. Yes this is reason enough to act out the way they do to compromise for the size. An ego as large as the empire state building does make do for 3 inches of the retractable sexual organ they want to put to use at a moments notice.  


Experiencing these at first hand has always been a treat and a source of unending entertainment. The world would not be complete without the existence of such mortals. Don't hate them, accept them. You never know when you have been a douche to someone and he/she probably thinks the same of you. I love how Kanye has brought back douchebaggery, but its not been a fun run on the receiving end of it all. All though i must say that  being surrounded by such idiocracy since a very young age certainly has filled in a lot of hate towards them and I despise them with all of my heart, if any of it is left. I'm surprised that I had nothing more to say, and I should have included a picture hand-book with this post for the message to sink in for the real douchebags. Cheerios. 


HumtY- 

DoTA, to me, myself and Moi.

Yes my very old composed DoTA song. 



We start from the fountain and on we march,
Buying tangos and don't forget the way that arrow arcs,
The river is far when we wear no boots,
That Rune is ours, and we ain't no fools.


Through the forests we go, the creeps are on their way,
Killing is what we do, & a ward somewhere is what saves the day,
'Harass Harass' is what you hear,
Once the creeps are too near.


The tension building, the creeps dying,
You are leveling, Don't forget the pulling....
And when the time comes, you know it's her bite,
Oh Yeah!  First Blood! Serves them right!


It's a long way to go, either the Tree or the Throne,
You know its too early for overgrowth.
Just move in, settle down,
Noobs....They just don't deny!!


Some of us gankers, some of us farmers,
We have nukers as well as tankers,
Not to mention the Motherfucking leavers....
Just fucking with the minds of us players....


Its level six, Ulti time!
What a sex.....It's hammer time!!
Bottle up and wait a while,
Before you jump in and die,
Remember you have your ulti to make them cry.


It's mid game now, Don't while away time,
You got to swap, stun , gank,
Just remove that tank.
Don't cross the river....Just to be frank.


The centaurs await, Was that scream of pain??
It's a finger ache, just to click and right click again,
Fuck it's a gank!!! Just hope you BackTrack again and again.


Oh it's late, & Mortred's invent is a miss,
Letting noobs go late always is a piss,
'What a noob' someone says,
'Just suffer and die' is what the other prays.


Crits are gay, Roshan is here to stay,
In this map BD is fair play,
But what we saw in that replay,
Was Vigoss going gay.....


The game is done, Was it me or was it you?
It was the damned Pandarean Brew,
The Smokes & after talks are lame,
It's time for another game...


 HumtY-

Power.

The question "Who runs things?" is a typically orthodox question. For until the industrial revolution there was little reason to ask it. Whether ruled by kings or shamans, war-lords, sun gods, or saints, people were seldom in doubt as to who held power over them. The ragged peasant, looking up from the fields, saw the palace or monastery looming in splendor on the horizon. He needed no political scientist or newspaper pundit to solve the riddle of power. Everyone knew who was in charge. Whenever the second wave swept in, however, a new kind of power emerged, diffuse and faceless. Those in power became the anonymous "they." Who were "they"?

Industrialism, as we have seen, broke society into thousands of interlocking parts- factories, churches, schools, trade unions, prisons, hospitals, and the like. It broke the line of command between church, state and individual. It broke knowledge into specialized disciplines. It broke jobs into fragments. It broke families into smaller units. In doing so, it shattered community life and culture. Somebody had to put things back together in a different form. This need to give rise to many new kinds of specialists whose basic task was integration. Calling themselves executives or administrators, commissars, coordinators, presidents, bureaucrats, or managers, they cropped up in every buisness, in every government and at every level of society. And they proved indispensable. They were the integrators.


Marx, in the mid nineteenths century, thought that whoever owned the tools and technology - the "means of production"- would control society. He argued that, because work was interdependent, workers could disrupt production and seize the tools from their bosses. Once they owned the tools, they would rule society. And yet it wasn't the owners of the "means of production" that came to power but in both capitalist and socialist nations, it was the integrators who rose to the top. It was not the ownership of the "means of production" that gave power. It was control of the "means of integration". 


These technicians of power were themselves organized into hierarchies of elites and sub-elites. Every industry and branch of government soon gave birth to its own establishment, its own powerful "They."


Sports.. Religion.. Education.. Each had its own pyramid of power. A science establishment, a defense establishment, a cultural establishment sprang up. Power in this civilization was parceled out to scores,  hundreds, even thousands of such specialized elites.


In turn, these specialized elites were themselves integrated by generalist elites whose membership cut across all the specializations. For example, in the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe the Communist party had members in every field from aviation to music and steel manufacture. Communist party members served as a crucial grapevine carrying messages from one sub-elite to another. Because it had access to all information, it had enormous power to regulate the specialist sub-elites. In the capitalist countries, leading businessmen and lawyers, serving on civic committees or boards, performed similar functions in a less formal way, What we see, therefore, in all nations are specialized groups of integrators, bureaucrats, or executive, themselves integrated by generalist integrators.


Finally, at yet a higher level, integration was imposed by the "super-elites" in charge of investment allocation. Whether in finance or industry, in the Pentagon or in the Soviet planning bureaucracy, those who made the major investment allocations in industrial society set the limits within which the integrators themselves were compelled to function. Once a truly large-scale investment decision had been made, whether in Minneapolis or Moscow, it limited future options, Given a scarcity of resources, one could not casually tear out Bessermer furnaces or cracking plants or assembly lines until their cost hadbeen amortized. Once in place, therefore, this capital stock fixed the parameters within which future managers or integrators were confined. These groups of faceless decision-makers, controlling the levers of investment, formed the super-elite in all industrial societies. 


In every society, consequently, a parallel architecture of elites sprang up. And with local variation this hidden hierarchy of power was born again after every crisis or political upheaval. Names, slogans, party labels and candidates might change, revolutions might come and go. New faces might appear behind big mahogany desks. But the basic architecture of power remained. 


Time and again during the past three hundred years, in one country after another, rebels and reformers have attempted to storm the walls of power, to build a new society based on social justice and political equality. Temporarily, such movements have seized the emotions of millions with promises of freedom. Revolutionists have even managed, now and then, to topple a regime. Yet each time the ultimate outcome was the same. Each time the rebels re-created, under their own flag, a similar structure of sub-elites, elites, and super - elites. For this integrational structure and the technicians of power and who ruled it were as necessary to the civilization as factories, fossil fuels, or nuclear families. Industrialism and the full democracy it promised were, in fact, incompatible. 


Industrial nations could be forced, through revolutionary action or otherwise, to move back and forth across the spectrum from free market to centrally planned. They could go from capitalist to socialist and vice versa. But like the much-cited leopard, they could not change their spots. They could not function without a powerful hierarchy of integrators.


Today, as the new wave of change begins to batter at this fortress of managerial power, the first fleeting cracks are appearing in the power system. Demands for participation in management, for shared decision-making, for worker, consumer, and citizen control, and for anticipatory democracy are welling up in nation after nation. New ways of organizing along less hierarchical and more ad-horatic lines are springing up in the most advanced industries. Pressures for decentralization of power intensify. And managers become more and more dependent upon information from below. Elites themselves, therefore, are becoming less permanent and secure. All these are merely early warnings, indicators of the coming upheaval in the political system. 


This New wave, already beginning to batter at these industrial structures, opens fantastic opportunities for social and political renovation. In the years just ahead startling new institutions will replace our unworkable, oppressive, and obsolete integrational structures. Before we turn to these new possibilities, we need to press our analysis of the dying system. We need to X-ray our obsolete political system to see how it fitted into the frame of the older civilization, how it served the industrial order and its elites. Only then can we understand why it is no longer appropriate or tolerable. 

Karachi.

These square little crumbs of delightfulness and butter, give hope with every bite. Sprinkled with sugar and all the other goodies which make you feel the warmth the sun brings when your waiting for it in an english garden. So if your ever down and depressed make sure you get a packet of these to enjoy the little joys and warmth of life and get reminded that this to shall pass. 



I've achieved so much in life, 
but I'm an amateur in love 
My bank account is doing just fine
but my emotions are bankrupt


My body is nice and strong
but my heart is in a million pieces
When the sun is shining so am I
but when night falls, so do my tears 


Sometimes the beat is so loud in my heartthat I can barely tell our voices apart
Sometimes the fear is so loud in my head
that I can barely hear what God says

but then I hear a whisper that this too shall passI hear the angels whisper that this too shall pass
my ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
so I walk in faith that this too shall pass

The one that loved me the mostturned around and hurt me the worst
Been doing my best to move on
but the pain just keeps singing me songs

My head and my heart are at war
cause love ain't happening the way I want it
Feel like I'm about to break down
can't hear the light at the end of the tunnel
is when I pray for healing in my heart
to be put back together what is torn apart
and I pray for quiet in my head
that I can hear clearly what GOD says
but then I hear a whisper that this too shall pass
I hear the angels whisper that this too shall pass
my ancestors whisper that this day will one day be the past
so I walk in faith that this too shall pass

All of a sudden I realized
that it only hurts worst to fight it
So I embrace my shadow and hold on to the morning light

this too shall pass...

I hear the angels whisper that trouble don't have to last always
I hear the angels whisper even the day after tomorrow will one day be yesterday
I hear my angels whisper
I hear my angels whisper
this too shall pass.

India.Arie

Oreo.

Over 33 Million oreos are consumed every day around the world, this twist, lick and dunk biscuits describe and bring to us the very meaning of yin/yang. No 1 biscuit in the world, a perfect blend of vanilla  and chocolate brought to you in a small packet of happiness.


I don't know where to start, since the beginning of time or maybe since the time I realized I was the dumb idiot, what matters most, and even on the precipice of insanity, is the desire to feel important. It is of the utmost importance to one as a human being. We all find it in different methods, and it is through such acts we progress through life and unto death. It is only but natural. It is our way of preserving who we are, whatever we are.

It was 1230am and I hadn't slept for days, the alcohol in my body had started to work its way and had screwed up my thought process. I could see my bed all dirty from the evening previously and the days before, the amount of pot smoked on it was bewildering. It was about at this time that my internet actually got decent to play on and I continued my past days ritual of playing either DoTA or HoN. My sub-conscience had realized that I didn't give a fuck about anything as long as I had a hero in front of me to control and pawn ass. I was a machine, I could play for endless hours together and yet still be thirsty for more. I hadn't seen the sun for 2 weeks now and intended to keep it that way. Maybe because I was scared it was out to kill me or just because of the fact that I as every other 20 year old feels every waking moment of his/her life, was feeling useless, insignificant and neglected. Its these moments that bring you to insanity and your mind plays jedi mind-tricks on you. My hands worked automatically and Orez was sitting beside me cleaning and getting the apparatus ready, 1 hit and I would be set to get wired into the game and forget I had anything I wanted to give a fuck about.

We finished and Orez went to play with some juniors, of which I never approved, but then again he couldn't play with me or my friends, so it only made sense that he found his way to find refuge. Aanjaan was in the next room with some juniors tumbling down the rabbit hole with his new found apparatus. Today was different, as I continued playing I felt tired and bored, I decided to quit and take a nap, asking Orez to lock me from the outside. These moments were like half-reality, half-dream. I have clear memories of what was happening and what I was dreaming about, I could see various DoTA heroes, HoN heroes alive and roaming about amongst the hostel rooms/corridors and having weird ass conversations amongst themselves, and at the same time I was lying on my bed trying to sleep starting at the stained wall in my room. It was about 15 mins after that Booboo came to the room searching for Orez, and in that state of mind I guided him to the juniors room and tried my best at getting to sleep.

After about moments later or maybe an hour or 2 I couldnt tell since my mind was in overdrive, escaping at the velocity of light towards insanity, Aanjaan hurriedly opened my door and screamed the word Official. It seemed like a dream to me, but I was suddenly awake, like a bolt of lightning had hit me, like as if someone had just given me meckansm and Arcane at the same time. I quickly reached for my lock, locked my room, shut the mains off and briskly walked to the water cooler near to my room. It was there that a junior filled me up about the happenings of the night. Aanjaan and the juniors had got caught in their room smoking pot, I was just in the next room, with my door wide open, with weed all over my room, on my freaking chair, table and a freaking bong under my bed. I was in shock, and I quickly went into the room Orez was playing.

Orez was the corner of the 4-bedded room they were playing Lan DoTA in and it took me some effort to get to his side of the room, I got to him and the first thing he asked me was if I wanted to play. I couldn't believe how oblivious he was to what was happening. I filled him in, and he didn't really seem to grasp what I had to say, yes all of us DoTA players are similar. We really don't give a fuck when we are wired in. Anyway the security heard the noises from this room and they came to check what was going on here, everything was handled and we were all kicked out of the room other than the roommates. Once outside I had to refill Orez with the details and we set out to search for Aanjaan, since he wasn't even answering his phone. After catching hold of some juniors and telling them no threatning them that they better tell us where Aanjaan is, they said they would message us when they knew. So we decided to go to BooBoo's room for the time being, till the security was dealt with.

BooBoo's room had an AC, oh the luxury and bliss of an AC room was not the kind for me, but I enjoyed it ocasionally and much more in GJ's room. Well we got him upto speed with what had happened and he too agreed that I had some crazy ass luck for not getting caught. After about 15 mins we got a message from the junior about Aanjaans quick getaway hideout and left to meet him. We asked him what had happened and  this is what he told us.

"Nothing dude, we were all inside his room, we were smoking up, and some of these guys said they are going for water. So they left the door open and had just gone out and suddenly a security guy comes walking into the room, I just managed to squeeze between him and the door and I ran out. On the way I saw your room door open, so I thought I should warn you before I run. But I left my mobile there man. Its over."

I was in awe, this fat dude squeezed between the fat security dude and the small door of a G block single bedroom, noway. But then again he was standing in front of me and not with the officials trying to explain what he was doing with a chillam and stash. Obviously the mature thing at this point of our night was to go back and  sleep and try to forget about whatever happened. Well remember the first paragraph in this blog? No not the one about Oreos, the one about protecting who we are. We, well I decided fuck this, I'm going back to my room and smoking some more pot, I really need to stop thinking of how lucky I was that night. So we waltzed  like kings back to my room and blazed a few doobies only to forget what had happened and discuss HoN and DoTA, and then to remember it again while writing this up.

HumtY-

The Official Story.

Hey, you out there.
Yes, you. I have something that for some reason, I just felt this incredible urge to share.
Don't get me wrong. I barely know you.
So what I say may not really affect your life at all.
But it's still something i'm going to say, so please listen to me.


It's not your fault.
Your just a human being like the rest of us.
Even successful people have some problems.


And something else.
You are not a failure. You never were.
You may feel like you are not doing anything with your life. That all day you are doing 'nothing'. But i just want you to remember this.


Your're where you're right now,
because you wanted to be right here.
Doing nothing isn't a waste of life or talent. It's something you yourself
wanted more than anything, and that's what you are doing.
Other people expect or demand things out of you, but they're just worried about you. That's all.
They don't want to see you become unhappy. They don't think that what you're doing is what you wanted to do.
You are loved, in some way, shape or form.
You maybe loved by someone you have never even met. But their love is there regardless.


Well, I've said what I wanted to.
That's all.




HumtY-

Biscuit Factory.

If the internet is to be believed (it isn't) then the reason for my hiatus from the blogging world would be that I had too much work on my hands. Enjoying life without the internet seemed like a difficult task but on the whole it was a fun run. From playing basketball to trying to learn pool/snooker, nothing replaced the solace and warmth the internet provided me. I dearly missed posting about the various biscuits in our lives and discussing them. Writing has never been my strong point and I don't intend to develop it either. This is something I do for fun, it helps me relax and you know just sit back and put down anything and everything I really want to talk about.

MSD showed us that even the Indian space scientists had a chance to go to the moon this year, which was really epic. Who would have known a simple cricket player from Ranchi could actually drive some sense into the rocket scientists of our country. Not that I want our country to start spending on Moon missions but you know. The world cup's over(at least on TV) and its time for IPL. I think i'd rather petition for 'weed' day instead, because if we do get that day after the late night match off, we really need to make the most of it. Even horrible matches are great if you are stoned to the precipice of unconsciousness. Heres how the petition should be

"We the stoned citizens of this great country- wait, is that a flying zebra?- want some degree of happiness through smoke..."


You know what I mean. Well thinking about it, I like to think that i'm a decent watcher of the Tele but the one thing I still haven't mastered is the mute button on it.

In other news well I can't help but wonder What's stopping insects from taking over the world?(Some believe they already have.) I mean clearly they are probably the highest biomass of any group of terrestrial organisms, and of course more than half of them are just like Jessica alba's latex covered ass in the fantastic four(yes you got it right-Invisible.) so whats actually stopping them? Many would seem confused, but I think its the learning curve, humans have the learning curve which allows face-painting, axe-wielding, bazooka stomping men to run around terrorizing everything and we like to call ourselves ahead of the learning curve and on top of the food chain.

In some more dumber topics I'd like to ask people generally that if time travel was really possible? Turns out the members of the mile high club and astronauts when landing after a journey actually land a few billionths or maybe thousandths of a second younger. Does that mean living on an aeroplane would make me immortal? Well it wouldn't hurt to try.

In all this confusion you would ask, Why? You see thats where I'm different, I would ask How? How that one for you? Last week or maybe a few weeks earlier me and some of my friends were star gazing as we were tumbling down the rabbit hole and we saw a big constellation or at least these group of stars which were in position like a big question mark. Everyone was like the Universe is asking us what? why? I replied saying the universe isn't asking us what? why or when? Its actually telling us HOW? HOW DAT 1 4 U?

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