Calvin & Hobbes

Calvin & Hobbes

Why does Political campaigning always have to sound like...

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Vote on this symbol only.
Thank You.
Jai Hind

I Feel Like: 

Do people reveal their true Identity on Social Media?



This post is being written for Blogjunta's THE GREAT DEBATERS, season-1, Debate-2.

Before starting off, let me swear to humanity and Whoopie Golderg’s beautiful face, that I am going to be as honest as a mirror here.
[Family-sized Clap]

Confession: Initially, I was quite fickle to choose one side of the topic. But after 3 hours, 54 minutes, and 27 seconds of reflection, contemplation, deliberation, rumination, and meditation, I’ve finally decided to write AGAINST the topic.
[Rock Concert Audience Cheer]

So lets start off!
[Deafening Roar Of 300 Spartan warriors]

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I Feel Like: 

My Last Serenade




















I’d like to write a painful song
Sitting below a green tree
Speak about all that has gone wrong
Imprisoned emotions set free

I won’t use any hard words
Will keep it simple and sweet
Gaze blankly at the little birds
Which venture near my bare feet

Look at the vast empty blue sky
And picture her pretty face
Just as the precious moments pass by
I’ll scribble in my diary at a slow pace

I Feel Like: 

The Power Of Words

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_tCtvmAm4M&feature=related


Sometimes I wonder, what does this world need today? A Leader? An effectual political system? A charismatic orator? Or nothing but a divine intervention? In all the chaos and anarchy going on around us, where can we find the answer to all our questions?

And all of a sudden, a voice sounding weirdly similar to my own speaks out. The answer lies within each of us.

This world can never be a better place due to the actions of one amongst a million. The pyramids of Egypt or the Taj Mahal was not built by one man. Similarly, this beautiful earth which we are losing has to re-built by individual action.

And then again, questions are born. And I am sure, that regardless of how we have reacted to them, these few questions were faced by each and every person on earth, who cared. And most of the time, what prevented us from acting beyond those questions, were just suitable answers.

I Feel Like: 

My Awesome Followers

Sometimes it so happens that I log into my blogger dashboard and discover that I’ve got a new follower.
Wow! That’s great! One more follower! A nice feeling! That’s all.

But then again, when I view my blog and my eyes wander off to the followers list…

Oww My God! What the ffff…. !!!
*blink twice*
*rub my eyes*
*blink again*
*pinch myself*
“Am I dreaming? Is this really happening?”

I feel like a wet cat in front of the most menacing bulldog.
I feel like a light plastic bag caught in a tornado.
I feel like a small goldfish in front of a whale shark.
I feel like a live chicken about to be cut into pieces.
I feel like a punching bag in front of Vijendar Singh.
I feel like Manmohan Singh in front of Barak Obama.
I feel like Shah Rukh Khan in the Eden Garden Stands.
I feel like a football in front of Roberto Carlos.
I feel like a plagiarist in front of The Xeno(oh! That’s me!)
I feel like a road-side tea shop in front of a McDonald’s outlet.
I feel like a 2 year old kid facing Lasith Malinga’s bowling attack.
I feel like a pigeon in front of an F-22 raptor aircraft.
I feel like a lizard in front of Godzilla.

I Feel Like: 

TT - #1 - The Television





















Spark Spark Sizzle Sizzle

And a bright white light shone at the far end of the strange room.

Dave turned around and had to cover his eyes. The sudden outburst of dazzling white light blinded him momentarily. As his eyes began to adjust to the brightness, his face turned pale and he gasped in horror.

I Feel Like: 

How To Hack Indiblogger













So, do you really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want to know how to do it?

Very well.

Disclaimer Notice: The following article is purely educational and informative and the author has no intention to influence his readers to eternal psychosis.

Statutory Warning: The following methods have been performed by the highly trained specialist individual named ‘The Xeno’ under divine supervision. Please do NOT try this at home. You MAY however try this at your Father-In-Law’s home.

Take a deep breath. And follow these ‘simple’ instructions given below.

I Feel Like: 

Why I Hate You And Your Blog


Recently I've taken to writing my blogposts in notepad first. It has a lot of hidden advantages. Firstly, is doesn't have a spell-check feature or an auto-correct option. Then I copy it back to the old Aunt Ms. Word. This helps me become more self-conscious about the spelling and grammar errors that slip inside unnoticed. One red zig-zagged underline is equal to one tight slap on my own cheek.

Sometimes, when a tiny grammatical error creeps into one of my innocent blogposts, I feel tortured. It is almost as if I am the reason why a virgin blogpost was physically abused in public. It gives me excruciating pain.

Don't ask me what happens in one of those once-in-a-blue-red-green-or-black-moon nights when i publish a post and after receiving more than 20 pageviews on that post I realize that there is a cleverly camouflaged typographical error smirking at me. Eternal Damnation and Disgrace - The End.

The same applies for blogs I read as well.

There are two things I can't tolerate in any blog.
1. Grammatical And Spelling Blemishes
2. Plagiarism

I Feel Like: 

The 10 Things That Make A Stereotypical Bollywood Movie




An actor says sweetly, “Bade Bade Deshon me aisi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain” and a million girls melt in front of their television screens.

“Awwwww”

Its true. Bollywood constitutes a substantial part of the entertainment needs of any Indian, rich or poor. Everyone loves to take the weekend off to catch the latest thriller or romantic comedy in their local theatres. Age-old movies like “Sholay” become the reason for an entire evening spent in front of the television set. Even not-so-old-yet movies like “Dilwaale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge” commonly known as DDLJ, grab a large chunk of television rating points every odd Sunday. From the little toddlers to the false-teeth grandmothers – everyone likes to join in.

So despite piracy being a rampant profitable business in every street/locality, the actors and producers still manage to make a fortune out of every hit movie that makes it to the box office.

What the hell is the box office? I mean, everyone speaks about it. But what is it actually? Is it an office shaped like a box which counts the profits made by a movie? Is it an office shaped like a box which stores DVD copies of good movies?

I Feel Like: 

Never Born Free

 One of my novice attempts at poetry. Hope I can send through an important message.
















Love is but a weakness
Trust is waging war
She may just be a tigress
Or a shining night star

An aura in the sky
In graceful silence
Whispers drift by
Of her mystic presence

I Feel Like: 

My Dream College


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Just as the Class 12 final board examinations end, and the competitive examinations come in, it is the most freak-out time in the life of a science student.

We try to ignore those heartless(and headless) art and commerce students who leap into malls and movie theaters as soon as they are allowed to step out of the examination halls. And look at those cold-hearted animals! They do not feel the pangs of guilt a non-criminal man should. Moreover, they do not bother thinking twice before uploading their pictures on facebook. It is outrageous I tell you!

And we poor science students have to open our books once again, and go through those same pages again and again.

I Feel Like: 

Justin Bieber Revealed

Boy is now online.

Boy: <Ping> You there?

Girl is now online.

Girl: Yes. Hi! Sorry I was invisible?

Boy: Which guy were you trying to avoid?

Girl: Oh! :D ... umm... forget it!

Boy: Finally, we have a revelation of the truth.

Girl: And what is that?

Boy: Justin Bieber, as you know, (and I don't want to know) is supposedly a talent. Sorry, but I beg to differ on that.
Disclamatory Notice:
I do not wish to be defamatory of any artist who is well-loved by the women species. I am not jealous. I repeat, I am NOT jealous which is almost always the answer that Bieber fans use to console their hearts against criticism. Honestly, I've had better things to do.

I Feel Like: 

Forsaken

This is Bibi Aisha, with a prosthetic nose, often used by film actors. Look at the image at the end of this post.

And I have nothing else to say.













As written by Lynsey Addario of National Geographic, I quote, “Bibi Aisha was 19 when I met her in Kabul's Women for Afghan Women shelter in November 2009. Her husband beat her from the day she was married, at age 12. When he beat her so badly she thought she might die, she escaped to seek a neighbor's help. To punish her for leaving without permission, her husband, who is a Taliban fighter, took her to a remote spot in the mountains. Several men held her while he cut off her nose, ears, and hair. She screamed—to no avail. "If I had the power, I would kill them all," she told me. I wanted to be strong for Aisha to give her hope she would be fine again. But when she described that moment, I began to cry.”


I Feel Like: 

3WW - #1 - The Cow On The Tree

This is my first post for Three Word Wednesday. Hope you guys like it. The three words were Adamant, Fabricate and Peculiar.


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When I was a little kid with about 7-8 years of life experience on earth, I remember having a peculiar imagination. Sometimes it was appreciated. Sometimes it was laughed off. Sometimes it was accepted as a blatant lie. And that hurt me deeply. Being a liar, was one of the greatest sins I had ever heard of at that age.

Yet, imagination has its own rules. You can't blame high levels of imagination, to have a potential of turning perfectly innocent people into liars.

I can recall one such incident in the early years of my childhood.

My grandfather was a man who loved me more than anything else on earth. And I could always feel that. He was an intelligent man with a long record of achievements to boast of. I would often join him in his room in my spare time to chat with him about all that mattered. He used to shower me with expensive knowledge about his experiences and ordeals in life.

One fine morning, after breakfast, I went to his room and seated myself on the bed beside him. My face showed an impregnable deep contemplation of worldly matters of wisdom.

"Yesterday while returning from school I saw a cow on the tree.” I said, letting go of the troubling thought.

I Feel Like: 

Moving into Privacy Mode

Recently one of my friends alerted me that i should check whether my personal images were appearing on google image search. And Holy Cow! It was!

For the first time in my life, i felt sincerely concerned about my internet privacy and about how much of my information is under my control. I realized that i was giving away too much of personal information about myself, which was way beyond my levels of comfort. There was an urgent need of shifting to stealth mode.

So you will notice a change from now on. I won't be using my actual name or image anymore. So from now on,

I Am 'The Xeno.'

Yep. Thats right!

The word 'Xeno' according to wikipedia here means a prefix based on the Greek word "Xenos", meaning stranger. And according to Dictionary.com here it means indicating something strange, different, or foreign.

Do you like it? Cool!

Oh, so you don't! Sorry I can't help it. If you have any better name suggestions please comment and help me out here. I was kinda inspired by few other bloggers whom i follow, with kinda weird names which were unexpectedly cool.


And there is more!


The Xeno is now on twitter too! With the account name as Xenoman! You can follow me if you want. I can guarantee you instant notifications about my new blogposts (not mentioning evident madness involved), and random fun. Here I am > https://twitter.com/#!/xenoman.


Signing off,
The Xeno.(Alter Ego of You-Know-Who)


Useful Info: If you too wish to remove those personal images from google search, you can get help Here.

I Feel Like: 

Avoiding Writer's Block [Join The Clan]


What is Writer’s block?

It’s a condition in which writers and bloggers fail to produce fresh, new work due to a multitude of unspecific reasons like –
lack of inspiration,
troubled mind,
tiresome day at the office,
silly quarrel with their spouse,
death of a family member,
bite of a street dog,
nibble of a chipmunk,
fear of a dark alley,
swollen ugly pimples,
lack of quality alcohol,
kiss of a grandmother,
cobwebs in the room,
cockroach on the keyboard,
disobedient snooze alarm,
constipation,
famine of pocket-money,
new infatuation,
insult from a good looking girl,
dark circles under the eyes,
broken computer,
fractured fingers,
too many bills,
new chick in the neighborhood,
failed attempt at nirvana,
alice in wonderland syndrome,
exploding head syndrome,
ATF syndrome(Addicted to Facebook),
death, suicide, psychic, and gothic metal,
exams nearby,
and a hell lot of other reasons which only bloggers themselves will know about.

I Feel Like: 

Ancient Manuscript Predicts Japan Quake and Lady Gaga
















24th March 2011, Rajasthan: An ancient scroll manuscript containing apocalyptic predictions was accidentally dug up by a tourist who was on an expedition travelling through the Sahara Desert. The decaying papyrus manuscripts made shockingly exact accounts of many world events like the Japan Earthquake and Tsunami, Lady Gaga’s new album, as well as Kim Kadarshian’s secret wish to become an investigator.

The text contained a complex jumble up of words and numbers. An IIT aspirant, from the nearby town of Kota was called in to solve the riddle. Adbhutiya Acharyanathan, drove a quick glance through the entire scroll before starting to scribble calculations in a rough sheet of paper. After an eager 7 minutes 23 seconds, he had it cracked. He said, “It wasn’t too hard. Some of the calculations were from the 1998 and 2001 paper. I have learnt it by heart, so it wasn’t a problem. But the rest of it is just Shakespeare style writing.” The manuscript, along with the boy’s interpretation, was sent to the A-M.A.N.I.A.C. (Archaeological Manuscripts Archives Needed In Apocalyptic Conditions) for safekeeping and further research. An old man representing the association, expressed his gratitude on being handed over this ancient treasure. He spoke about how he and Nostradamus used to share their lunch boxes in school, and how he had tried to stop him from running away to the caves when he had failed in written English.

I Feel Like: