Just Walking By

 3:28 A.M

After a 30hr sleepless ordeal behind editing my newly built tech blog TechnoZilla , I finally get to sit back, relax, and watch the visitors count start to rise once again.

A thought enters my mind.

Is this worth it?

All this time and energy, that I'm spending behind this tech-blog - is it going to be worth it? I don't have an answer. All I know for sure, is that time will tell.

Suddenly, I remember you - my very own Sarcasti-Nation. And an overwhelming feeling of happiness suddenly... should I say... overwhelms me!

Of course, there is always the embarrassment inside me of not having posted anything for about 9-10 cat lives (Sorry kitties). But I come back. I sign into that old mail id of me once again - blah.blah.with.me@gmail.com - now flooded with post notifications of fellow bloggers I used to follow.

I log into my blogger account.

The skull-head of my dumb alter-ego Xeno smiles back at me. Why do you smile? Always?

Each post has now become, a bookmark or a short label to a memory - each post reminded me of a different memory. Those were times of my life I will never forget. And I'll never forget it not because they were good memories only. They were actually a few good memories hidden amidst a lot of bad memories. But whats weird is that it still makes me smile. Its not even a smile. I'm somewhere in the middle of beaming and grinning right now.

3:42 AM

Its getting late now. I should get some sleep.
But before that, I'll just quickly walk past the deserted corridor of all these memories once again. I'll come back again some day, maybe to add something more.

I think I'm allergic to the dust of my memories. I'll quickly rub my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt so that the water building up inside my eyes doesn't ruin my vision.

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A New Look - A New Beginning


Just in case you haven't noticed yet, look around [Up and Down]

Sarcasti-Nation now has a new look! Months of dieting, hours of workout, a couple of visits to the parlor, a bit of magic powder sprinkling and abra-ca-dabra mumbling  and - *poof* the abandoned nation looks as good as the ex-girlfriend you regret being dumped by.

I'll start by keeping the promises that I've made a long time back.
1. Changing to a self-made theme [Done]
2. Review of two books sent to me a long time back. [Done]
3. Posting regularly. [I'm on it]

So I'll hope my merciful readers will forgive me.

And now I feel like I've just begun.

~volviendo a la vida~

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Book Review - Faceless - The only way out




[The following review may contain words and opinions that may incite disgust, outrage, and what not. The guidance of your conscience is advised. If you proceed, make sure you keep all objects which could be used to break the computer monitor (other than your fist, head, and vocabulary) away from the computer. And as an added precautionary measure, please keep all sharp objects, ropes, and poisonous chemicals, in the safe custody of someone who isn't reading the article and doesn't want you to die, so that in case you feel like killing yourself, you don't.]

Okay! This is going to be short. Because I don't want to waste time on insulting a book as horrible as this one.

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Book Review - The Secret Letters of the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari




[The following review may contain words and opinions that may incite disgust, outrage, and what not. The guidance of your conscience is advised. If you proceed, make sure you keep all objects which could be used to break the computer monitor (other than your fist, head, and vocabulary) away from the computer. And as an added precautionary measure, please keep all sharp objects, ropes, and poisonous chemicals, in the safe custody of someone who isn't reading the article and doesn't want you to die, so that in case you feel like killing yourself, you don't.]

Julian Mantle is back. And this time, he is hell bent on spoiling the life of another man  - Jonathan.

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7 Steps To Die Like A Gentleman

In case you’re planning on committing suicide like a noble man of the modern society, here are a few tips to make your last action on earth a nice one, brimming over with manners and etiquettes.


1. Appearance is of primary importance. Put on your best attire. Shampoo and comb your hair like a civilized human being, and not like a teenager going to college. Cut your fingernails and toenails neatly, so that the people at the post mortem lab do not mistake you to be a sample of the Neanderthal man from the museum archives.

2. Write a neat Suicide note. Use a nice ball pen to write it on a clean piece of good quality paper which doesn’t soak up the ink like it will soak up the tears of people who will actually miss you (if any). Choose a decent ink color like black or blue. Please avoid red, pink, or green because they are just out of fashion right now, when it comes to suicide notes. And don’t waste blood. If they need any, they’ll know how to get it from your dead body.

3. Mention who gets what. To prevent all future squabbles over your stuff after you leave, in an additional note attached to your suicide letter, declare the names of the future vendors of your prized possessions. It will give them a reason to be happy and a reason to remember you for a few more days than default.

4. Don’t be too filmy. Suicides are just not that old-fashioned and dramatic anymore. They’ve changed. They’ve been morphed, developed, and amended much more than our Indian constitution. These days, suicides carry along with them a style quotient. If this is going to be the last intelligent thing that you’re going to do on earth, why don’t you do it with a bit of style, eh?

5. Talk to the person who loves you the most, for the last time. Tell him/her indirectly, how clever you’ve been all your life and how cleverly you plan to end it as well. Not that he/she will have the slightest idea of what you’re talking about. But she’ll understand later, don’t worry.

6. Research suicide methods. There are million + 1 ways in which you can end your life; +1 being the normal way. This is an integral step, so plan it carefully. I personally suggest jumping off the rooftop/terrace/cliff/grand-canyon. No scarcity of rooftops which are high enough in cities. You also get to experience the additional thrill of bungee-jumping (without a bungee of course, you silly!).

7. The most important step of all – Enjoy committing suicide. This is that moment of your life for which you’ve been waiting all your life – the last. Enjoy it while you can. If I ever jump off a skyscraper, I’d surely smile at the people looking out of the windows. I’d wink and wave them goodbye. In case I passed a bathroom window while falling, I’d close my eyes like a true gentleman. I might even start singing the national anthem in case it takes too long to reach the bottom. The last noble action of my complete and fulfilling life story will be a dignified one. And then, before you know it … splat!



P.S_1: The author of this post sincerely hopes that this post will not influence any human/animal to prematurely end his life on being too excited to experience the fun suicide is all about.

P.S_2: If it so happens that you find yourself believing, at the very least, a single sentence in the above post… you’re the clever man I was talking about, you fool!


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The Adventures of Munk - The Chipmunk

Once upon a time, in the distant forest of Woody Woods...

"Now remember, no playing games with old man stag Robert's antlers again!" said a stern motherly voice as she fiddled with a fluffy red pullover, "Do not waste your childhood years by disturbing someone's retirement days. I do not want any more complaints. Is that clear?"

"I KNOW mom!" replied the red pullover.

After a fair bit of hustle-pustle, the little head of a chipmunk popped out of the right end of the pullover.

"There you go! Now you look like my dear child Munky!" said Mother Chipmunk as she admired the cute little creature in front of her.

Muffled giggles floated into the room.

"Mom! Do you HAVE to embarrass me in front of my friends?" cried out Munk, the adorable little chipmunk in a fluffy red pullover.

"Come on Munk-ey, don't keep us waiting for so long" shouted his friends who were at the door waiting for him. More giggles followed.

"And don't be late! Come back before sunset!" ordered Mother Chipmunk at Munk who was rushing out of the door trying his best not to listen.

"There you are Munk-ey! We are honored to have you join us on our mission Munk-ey. Please lead the way Munk-ey." teased all his friends.

"Don't call me that!" retorted Munk angrily as they set out on their journey towards the Wet Waterfall.

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India's Tour Of Australia Comic


P.S: Pun intended.

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