I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this with people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can’t beat anybody. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole! - Anonymous.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Travel without a map...

Travel plans are in full swing. With a map. I just like the idea of travelling without one. Seems poetic. To me.
YAYIE!

exams. -_-

buzz kill/

I am in the middle of my heated end of year examinations and like every other awesome being my day dreams about the vacations are never-ending... to-do-lists are being prepared on the last page of the notebooks... thoughts of buying a Polaroid camera are trying to get hold of my little wallet... and songs, travel songs.

*Ooooo* June is going to be all about here and there and everywhere. I am not supposed to be excited. Plans tend to get jinxed by the hysterical enthusiasm I show. The big Universe begins to scheme how best to ruin the "fun". Call me over-dramatic but it's the truth. Sacch.

Though travelling has been a part of my growing up. North. East. West. South. India. Been there all. hmm. I guess I missed the Central. However, this is the first time my vacation includes going out of the hometown instead of the good ol' visiting hometown in breaks. Yes. Finally. A Holiday.

err. mother's yelling. stacks of notes await my dreamy eyes. Oh and, yayie yayie yayie.

P.S.: I have logged in after it almost feels like a month and I see some new faces. You did make me smile. The big wall-E grin. :D

Thursday, April 14, 2011

it's that time of the year again.

lalallalalallallaallalallalalallaalalallaalaaexamslalalalalalallalalalallalallalalallaa

Start tomorrow.

Oh lord. Almighty(?) I need some more time. Just a little more time. I know I am being punished for not keeping faith in you and your much talked about 'collateral damage' powers however, if... when I wake up tomorrow and 15 April 2011 becomes 02 April 2011; I'll be your slave, your servant for eternity.

blah. I've never got so much as a chocolate wishing on a shooting star my hopes are a big fat 0 ...

The Chinese Torture will last till 10 May. Until then life is like a hurricane here in Duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes - it's a duck blur. You might solve a mystery or rewrite history. Duck Tales, oo-oo Duck Tales!

Yea. Every time I pick up the notes to "study" my head starts playing the theme songs of childhood cartoons. It is quite a feat to still remember them all. No wonder my brain's memory card is full.


lalalallaallalalaalalalalallalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalaa

Thursday, April 7, 2011

The corrupt deserve to die

...not the innocent.

Another earthquake jolts Japan. No major damages.
However, ever since the 11 March disaster on Japan the cheapest flight ticket out of the country is worth Two Lakh for the MNC's to get their employees back home. Had it been the Japan Airways the high prices might have been understandable. But they are none other than the cold-hearted corrupt "humans" of the world.

P.S.: Fighting for the Lokpal bill? My granny says seeing India unite like this vaguely reminds her of the fight against Independence. Vaguely; she was just a kid then.

"Corruption will be out one day, however much one may try to conceal it: the public can as its right and duty, in every case of justfiable suspicion, call its servants to strict account, dismiss them, sue them in a law court, or appoint an arbitrator or inspector to scrutinize their conduct, as it likes." - Gandhi (1926)

Monday, April 4, 2011

We Karaoke.


I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.

I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I'm crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo