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Hyderabad Diaries - Day 1
Saturday, 21 June 2014
11.57 AM - I looked through the window at my parents standing in the rain. They could have moved under the shed, a bit further away from my window. They could not even see me through the one-way window from outside.
But they just stood there, getting drenched in the rain. And for the first time before this journey, I felt sad to leave them.
I never shared a very verbal relationship with my parents. I never had to say, "love you mom, dad" or "miss you" when they received the message in simpler words or actions.
I called them up, and asked them not to get drenched in the rain. So they moved to the nearest shed. I could still see them. They still couldn't.
And suddenly the train jerked alive, and began to move, away from my parents standing under the shed, who were still staring at my direction.
And soon, I couldn't see them any more.
5 weeks. And so it begins.
I always believed that I was a free bird. That I had no bounds. That I could move away anywhere I wanted to, at the slightest of opportunity, without ever looking back.
But my parents were my strongest links. I am home, where my parents are.
Just Walking By
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
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.
A New Look - A New Beginning
Saturday, 8 December 2012
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]
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~
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.
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.
7 Steps To Die Like A Gentleman
Friday, 25 May 2012
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!
The Adventures of Munk - The Chipmunk
Friday, 18 May 2012
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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