"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird."

?? I ??

I am another lazy Piscean, I run a marathon everyday!!

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless gangster.

I have been in a semi-coma state for now almost 42 years, with 20 on credit.

On weekends, I perform opera in my balcony, most of the times its “house”-full.

I am an Electronics engineer by academics; I performed “Hamlet” on my project presentation. As a result, I now do it every Thursday.

I have been world famous before the invention of mass-media.

I have solved many universal mysteries, recent one being “Anthony Cone Hai ?”.

I repair space-shuttles every Sunday, after school. I denied presidency of Vietnam seven times, then US attacked them.

I am in perfect health after I got Electrocutioned, twice. Since that, I emit electrons every now and then, heres another ~~> e⁻

During my free time, I remodel nuclear power plants, thereby increasing its Colocation capacity. Often I am seen in daily news of Amazon, fighting the deadly Goulds.

I perform death defying stunts blindfold and can prepare 5-minute noodles in 2 minutes.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I make award winning mathematical jokes. I don't perspire. I almost had a diplodocus on my ninth birthday, turned out that it was a vegetarian.

I can summon fireflies through hypnotism. I watched exorcist thrice, everytime I missed the second half. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. I breed critically acclaimed mules, they recite Burlesque.

I have won prawn-hunting competitions in Malta and Pinball tournaments in Matindu.

I often figure out where to take a leek when I am giving Geography lectures.

During my re-creation time, I overspeed global warming and have made ozone wider by my sheer concentration. I decipher Mesoamerican mayan scripts.

Once, I prepared a full course meal with only twenty two varieties of semi-raw poppy plant.I have a diploma in designing doodles. I am the subject of countless mocumenteries.

I seldom blinks. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I edit photos of random people on Google. I make list of crappy songs. I have fake profile on every social networking site, I might be in your friend list.

I not famous but I receive fan-mails.

And

I write crap, people read it.

The good The BAD the Quilt

The year Gone. The year came.

Party s over kiddo.

Chapter 2. The Good, The Bad, The Quilt

As amusing as title sounds, heres something to complement it(prateek's orkut tagline - sometimes back) >> "Daru piyo te insaan bano..rotti toh kutte bhi kha lete hain.." !! ;)

For me the bad is as good as the good.And no, I m yet to go complete mad. So, heres insanity ....

What makes bad really "bad"? or How good is "good"?

This is for the purists, those who define so well in blacks n whites_ Does we lack the contemplation ?

I think we do..

Caz when we label something as "bad"..we make it bad forever, now it not just a thing.. its rather a bad_thing. Adjective becomes the noun. And thats how bad is bad .. about good -- well it all @#$%

Why is that people carry an anti-attitude for Booze, cigarettes or SEX(o:).. etc. etc.

Why are these the scapegoats for our idoticity ? If anyones dumb enough to smoke tens in a day.. hows puff the killer. Its we, who are weak enough to lose to our desires.

Heres the analogy - so many of us flunk caz we dont study(huff finally the truth comes out...relief), I wonder why studies are still so dear to our parents. Afterall, in both cases, its our weakness .. for one its attraction for other the contempt.

Talk about SEX and world go mad (ofcourse, its such a wonderful thing) .. {you bugger, I meant that in pejorative effects} .. (oh sorry), I mean its a misdemeanor to say the af you see kay but the hullabaloo over religion is so moral..

And abuses (I ll advocate them some,other time).

The point I am trying to make is to check the attitude.To know how a bad is exactly same as the good, to be pertinent to noun than to adjective.

For once, try giving reason to the bad. Why villain is not the hero and if so, why do we even need a villain ? What is the reason of existence of the BAD, the ANTI ??

If something "is", its for a reason..and we cant prioritize reason of things that cause us.

So I try to comprehend, the white of black.

Some good takes of bad - Gulaal(movie).. all bad the worst one wins, Simoquin Prophecies(book, Samit Basu).. has a commendable climax, the explanations of evil .

As for the QUILT..(to the one who knows what it means and I hope reads this)

There is no good outside, no bad inside.No wrongs, no right, atleast not bigger than your freewill.

The limit is you, try breaking it.

With Good/Bad Intentions.

L

PS - "Insaan bano, atleast koshish toh karo.."

The Blog Way

Lately, have been too busy and more lazy to post anything here(apart from pictures).. the enthusiasm fades away..and then what you are left with is a blog (and only handful of them to read).. anyways, aftermath results in an intermittent responsibility of owning a blog and updating it(in my case, more for my own sake) this brings me now to a completely altogether different point to contemplate or rather share(caz i have been brooding over it constantly)

SELF.. what is it and how selfish am I or in fact anyone else.

I consider myself to be somewhat like an egotist but the word actually fails to give an exact portrayal of my ideology(but its closest)..for me, its my 'I' that makes me do stuff, to formulate about how and why to be part of things and for that fact i strongly believe that its somewhat the same for all...

being an altruist too is another act to satisfy yourself, to be a part of 'the-greater-good'..for this not being the case it would make us less human..just think over it in this manner - to do some "good" and be indifferent about it !! its like being a robot...but why to feel good for that ?? Because, you know you've done some good to this world.. and that is where the big 'I' comes up.. your 'self'..

and to this i agree being selfish.. in my own terms or rather on my own terms ..

PS - why is it always that what I wrote is a complete mess of what I was thinking..

so, its been long....

Result remains the only remnant of hopes and hardwork.

Sobriety of manners. Lets see, how much it pays back ??

tHEY

Saleem and Ditoo were no more strangers now.As has not been the case since last two years, they spoke to each other for the very first time in last two years.Although, it was an altogether a completely different issue that they both had lived in the very same room since 28 months!!

Its been lonely for both of them, and more interesting(if you can say that) part was that none had seen the outside world since last 28 months.The reclusion had been long enough, more of an exile than intended.

And now, on Monday the 15th of some month,exactly 931 days later, they talked, as if for the very first time in their life.The silent agreement no more held on! Words filling the blank of 28 months, it was the classical moment - one deserved to be taped, but not going to be the case here.Rather, on the name of electronics(okay, its not actually electronics) was a 25 watt light bulb, for a 13.5 by 12.25 room.You can make out the visual structure of their milieu.

Reason hasbeen an absentee for this happening of event.Ofcourse, not everything has to be done for a reason ? And if ever there was any, it was not so much of imperative at this hour of need.

But they still had to realize that they both have been loners for last 28 months.Hermits in their hermitage.

In appearance they were both just the complete mirror image of each other - long shabby beard, dark hair a bit ruffled, none had taken a bath since 28 months.These 8 months has been a pause( || ) to their lives( > ).Nothing much had happened since then.At least nothing significant worth to be remembered.

Yes, there were bits and pieces.

A half-torn old novel,chicken momos, a wall-length mirror, newspaper covered window, that 25 watt light bulb, a dark room and a shut door.Rest was rather not so distinct.But apprehension still lived on.Whether this has been a result of serendipity or not was as yet not known.But, for the first time,they both now knew of each other and ....