Cock and Bull

These long days of holidays afford me a lot of time, as I made more than abundantly clear in my last post. Afternoons are long and soporofic ( yep, those IMS english classes practically pay for themselves), and more often than not I surrender myself to Morpheus(there I go again). Now I do not sleep for just the lack of anything else to do, albeit that is one of the main reasons, but also because these slumbers afford me some of THE most weirdest dreams and epiphanies that I have ever had. Trust me, night sleep does not give you such dreams or insights into life. I even found the answer to every question in the universe the other day, and no, it wasn't 42. Well, so this other day I had this dream. Stop, relax, this is not going the Martin Luther way, although I did dream one time that tattas and gultis were eating off the same table. Oh, wait, you want the answer to all questions of the universe don't you. Yeah right, daydream it yourself. Anyway, moving on, the dream that I had. That day, I had spent a very fruitful morning reading one of my fellow bloggers highly colourful and imaginative blog. Believe me, he defines nail-biting in an entirely new way. So, my morning in the realms of the king of India was followed by an altogether not-so-light lunch of shorshe-bata hilsa and rice. So the afternoon of imaginative reverie that followed was only natural.

So here it goes.

The sun just slipped it's note below my door

And I can't hide beneath my sheet

The song kept playing over and over in his head as he roamed the corridors. The corridors were a strange mix of memories, Hogwarts, Max Payne and the verandahs of Army School together formed a strange melange. He finally stopped in front of a door on which a plaque announced, 'Director of Dreams'. He knocked and the door just vanished. Inside was a man who looked just like how I imagined Charles Dickens would look.

"Why do leaks spring and springs coil?", he said.

"I'm sorry...what?".

"Never you mind. But let me tell you boy-o, it is bad form, bad form indeed, you calling your main character He. Give him a name for Dickens' sake!", he smirked at his own wit, "call him Dickens if your imagination is all worn out."

Singin' the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend
No matter how much I pretend.

The song had come to an end.

So Dickens it was.

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To be continued with more shorshe bata Hilsa...

When you start finding lolcats funny

How is that funny?

So, the summer vacations are on, and it is all relaxing and all, and yes, you don't have to eat fried aubergine in curd any more, but heck, these days can get boring. They say an empty mind is the devil's workshop, well, I don't know about workshop, more like the entire Tata Nano factory(the closed one in Singur) to me. Well, I have been retro intro and all sorts of specting, and I came up with a list.
Here are some things which made me realise just how unemployed I am right now.
1) Unwinding an entire copper coil from a stabiliser transformer. Believe you in me, there is a LOT of wire in that thing. It took me an entire afternoon. Ah, fruitful times they were.
2) Fantasizing about making a video of yourself unwinding that coil and posting it on YouTube. Still over forty days of holidays left, it might just happen.
3) Playing hours of Crazy Cabbie on Facebook and wondering how many of you friends use CheatEngine 5.6.
4) Making those strange drawings that you get as SMSes, and always wonder who the hell made them in the first place. My repertoire include two faces, one with a goatee and the other one looks like that 7up guy, and a castle.
5) Trying to invent a new emoticon, and actually looking up Patent sites to learn how you can make money out of it.
6) Actually watch the entire thrashing of India by Zimbabwe. Both the times.
7) Getting fascinated by the download estimated time remaining, and counting down the minutes. I would suggest you try it, its more entertaining than watching paint dry. I..er.. haven't tried that one out yet. Honest.
8) Trying to microwave shampoo. Nothing spectacular sadly, it just fizzled and gave out a fume which made my eyes water.
9) Thinking up of ways to combine Chuck Norris and Yo mama jokes. Also trying to introduce a new type of joke, the banana split. I tell you, it has potential.
10) Counting the number of advertisements between breaks.
11) Finding lolcats funny.
12) Creating a new blog.
13) Making up lists like this.
14) Deliberately adding up a 14th point, just to point out that I am smart enough to realise that point number 12 and 13 are predictable and that you are calling me a smartass right now.
Now I know these are the best times, and the moment I am back in college, I am going to miss these days. But then, you never wanted your fancy whole wheat fresh baked loaves until sliced breads came along. Err...yes, I also tend to come up with really strange metaphors nowadays.

Just a thought

What is it gonna be, Her majesty, or her secrets?

Well this is not really a post, more of a question. If you drop by, do comment. When I was customizing my blog, I saw an option for telling whether my blog would have any adult content or not. Now, is this supposed to be a warning for the prudish, or a promisory note for the rest of us mortals, I couldn't decide. I also wondered if selecting yes as the answer would actually increase my readership. After all, the forbidden fruit is always sweeter. So readers, I put it forth to you, if you say aye, I promise to make this blog more colourful, with all the colors of the rainbow.

The real purpose of this paragraph is my slight tendency of obsessiveness compulsiveness, just one post on the blog archive jus didn't look right to me. So there.

A Day 'on' the beach, I hope not!

What better way to start a new blog than with a poem. Many, smartasses might say, but this is what I have got.
So here it goes, this is dedicated to all my fellow NITRKL students, especially the ones involved with NITRUTSAV 2KX.
I have been told that this poem apparently upholds ancient Norwegian poetic traditions, something like skidjee or fiitjee. Anyway, that was never my intention, and my sincere apologies to all Norwegian poets turning in their frozen graves.
This one is deicated to Rourkela's only beach.( You won't find it on Google Maps)

The resemblance to you know who is absolutely uncanny, wouldn't you say.

PIAB.

Perhaps it is not too late,
Reason at last will be seen.
Amongst all this Wonderland like situations,
Mad Hatter will be victorious.
Alice would come to save us all,
Never would our merriment be cut short again.
I pray everyday for this holy rain, when,
Kites will fly again.
Is it too much to ask?
Success, in lieu of well done tasks.
Alas, such are the times,
Brain is being forsaken for no reason,
Inches of grass are being cherished
Tyranny is on, while we perish.
Come on Alice, peek in your looking glass,
Horrible events are afoot. Hurry Up!!



P.S: Not all my posts are going to be about poetry. So kindly do follow up. Brutality and ball busting are to follow. I promise.
I think I should say MORE ball busting to follow. For those who are too thick to understand what I am saying, just read the first letter of every new line of the poem, and voila!