I am driven....

I am driven to write pseudo-poetry,
as the sudden hollowness makes a mockery,
of all that I once existed for.

Rediscovered

I've fallen in love again, with my first love, the music
of a band known as Iron Maiden.
The first ever metal, nay, the first ever rock I ever heard.
Being pretty much tone-deaf, I was never into music.
However, when I began my engineering, a friend of mine
convinced me into 'borrowing' his "Best of the Beast" collection.
His motive? He was hoping I would like it and we could
split costs on tapes.

Needless to say, I was hooked. I spent half the time figuring
out the lyrics, and what they meant. It took me a long time to
figure out which part of the sound was from the bass, which from
the lead. I'm still shaky about that part!
I listened to a lot of metal, most of which was shitty, especially
on the lyrics front. Metal turned into something to headbang to, a
good concert experience. Even more fun when one was stoned.

I don't even remember the lyrics of half the bullshit "metal" I
listened to. But Maiden still remains, the lyrics of their songs
burnt in my mind.

Stranger in a strange land...

Of Leukaemia and Blowjobs

This is so obviously false, yet I'm going to post it here in its entirety...



Teen's dying wish for Cameron Diaz blow job not granted

PHILADELPHIA, Monday: The parents of 15-year-old leukaemia patient Josh Morten, who last night passed away after a four year battle with the illness, said they were sorry not to have fulfilled his dying wish to get a blow job from Cameron Diaz.

The courageous teenager told his family two months ago that the one thing he'd really like before he died was to be sucked off by the successful Hollywood actress and former model.

"Josh never asked for much," his father confided. "He never complained about his illness, or made unrealistic demands. So when he requested fellatio from the star of Charlie's Angels and There’s Something About Mary we thought, sure, that’s the least we can do for him."

But attempts to grant Josh his dying wish proved much more difficult than the family had initially thought. Formal requests inviting the star to perform oral sex on their dying son were repeatedly declined.
"We wrote, we rang, we faxed," Mr Morten explained. "And every time it was the same answer: 'Sorry, Ms Diaz is currently unable to comply with your request.' I mean, how unsympathetic can you get? We're talking about a dying kid here! Would it kill her?"

Mr Morten even made a special trip to Los Angeles, to try to talk to the movie star personally outside the premiere of Gangs of New York. "The crowds were ten deep," he said, "and I'm there yelling out to her from the back: 'Will you go down on my son please!', but she didn’t want to know."

With hopes diminishing by the day, Mr Morten placed similar standby requests with the agents representing Catherine Zeta Jones, Jennifer Lopez and Salma Hayek, but in each case the stars refused to co-operate.

"Who do they think they are, these women!" railed Mr Morten. "They earn millions of dollars and swan about at fancy parties, but when they get a simple request to bring a smile to a young boy far less fortunate than them, they turn their back on you. What kind of world do we live in when a dying teenager can no longer get his cock sucked by a celebrity?"

These guys should give lessons in good parenting!

The Number of The Beast

Woe to you, o earth and sea.
For the devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short.
Let him who hath understanding
reckon the number of the beast.
For it is a human number; its number is six hundred and sixty-six.


This has to be heard, not merely read.

There are places in my mind
that I must go to,
reconcile my pride with
what I must do,
And escape the life of
the perrenial escapist

Oh Joy!

She's back!

Numb

Rang hollow the words of the poets Floyd
for if comfort were in numbness
to feel would truly be pain exquisite.

Nativity In Black..

A masterpiece

Nativity in Black- Black Sabbath

Some people say my love cannot be true
Please believe me, my love, and I'll show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal

Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me 'till the end of time
Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way I'm going to feel

Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you will see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand

Heartache

My heart is aching. Literally. S has been away for 2 weeks now, to some godforsaken hinterland. 2 very painful weeks out of touch. Another 10 days before she returns. The heartache has been there, every single moment,a dull and throbbing ache. Irrational, and uncontrollable.

And today, I brought worse pain upon myself. Shot myself in the foot, even.
For the first time in ages, I saw a 'romantic' movie. Not my usual action/comedy/dramatic fare. A truly romantic movie. It was a masterpiece. And it killed me. Unexpectedly, I was empathising with the couple in the movie. I could feel the magic in the air throughout the movie. It was real, uncomfortably real. And there were parts were it felt like my heart was being wrenched out. I don't know if it was the movie, or just me. But the result is pain. A sharp pain, that refuses to go away.

I miss you, S. I love you. And I cannot stop thinking about you.

Riding time

Ain't she a looker people? She's about to get on and ride me >:)

A taxonomy of SPAM........

Based on the huge amount of spam I receive in my mailboxes, here is
a simple classification ;-)

1) The Anatomy Modification Class.
This class of mails mostly targets the (assumedly) large numbers of men hunting for methods
to enhance a certain part of their anatomies. The approaches taken vary from the absolutely direct

Enlarge Your P**** by 3" !!!

to subliminal messages targeting one's desire to please one's partner

Watch your girlfriend smile

Typical Response: "WTF...how the hell has this idiot assumed that I need an enhancement???"

2) The Online Financial Fraud a.k.a The Nigerian Lawyer Scam..
This class of mails is the most malicious among all spam. However, an unnaturally high degree of stupidity and a corresponding amount of greed is a prerequisite to fall victim to these frauds masquerading as legitimate spam (!), For more details, readers are advised to try the following links
The 419 Coalition
Quatloos Nigerian 4-1-9

Note: As long as one does not fall victim to this class of frauds, they make for very good reading :D

3) The Online Pharmacy
This class of spam mail acts as a sales pitch for pharma products, with most of them targeting the erectile dysfunction market.

Viagra:Discreet, No prescription

Enough said.

4) The Software Discounts
This class of spam tries to hawk softwares at a discount.

Half price WINDOWS ADOBE NORTON

These are completely irrelevant in the Indian context given that pretty much every computer has a pirated copy of the aforementioned. ;-)

5) The Pornography Purveyors
Self explanatory title. It must however be noted that a large number of recipients of this spam do not think of it as spam. :D

This taxonomy is a work under progress.
Disclaimer: The author wishes to acknowledge that "SPAM" is a registered trademark of Hormel Foods Corporation, USA. All the statements above have been made in a tongue-in-cheek manner(in case you were too thick to notice!).

The Ultimate to-do List!!!

Things that I should be doing...
1) Working on my college projects and stuff..
2) Going home more often
3) Reading something 'Good' :D
4) Working out

What I actually am doing...
1) Chatting
2) Blogging and blog trolling
3) Movies, movies and more movies!
4) Wasting time in any other manner possible.

And even more worrying is the fact that I find porn boring now!

Forever I ramble.....

Everybody thinks I'm crazy. But I long, I crave, to be recognized as the extraordinary
person that I am. I also feel like I deserve to rule the world.
Verdict--> Traces of megalomania detected. Highly self delusional. Advise caution when dealing with subject.

Adios Amigo

Fatboy went to the US last week. He's been my closest pal, one amongst a handful.
Have known him for almost 5 years now. Seems harder to make new friends with every passing day. I just don't trust people easily anymore.

Why

This is my second blog. As anonymous as I can make it without being out of context. The first one has my name and identity all over it.

At first, it was fun posting there. Lots of with communing with fellow-bloggers, many of whom I knew before I started blogging. Then it became stifling, ever so slowly. Appearances had to be kept up. Nothing remotely personal could ever be put up, way too many "acquaintances" reading it. Had to think about the eyeball count.
But why the f*** am I blogging at all?
That's the "Why", the reason for this blog. Here, I'll use the moniker Zeus.
Idiosyncratic,yes; but I love mythology.

Achtung: This blog will contain absolutely inane things that I write, which could not conceivably be of interest to anybody except myself. I don't see why you want to read it at all. And I'm not trying to be funny here.

I live in Bangalore. I'm 20-something. I'm a tech student. The archetypal engineer.
I'm a dabbler. I have the skill(!) to bullshit about anything under the sun (almost!) without knowing anything about it. Add to that a near compulsive need to speak all the time, and I'm a prime candidate for foot-in-mouth syndrome.

I listen to rock, whatever that encompasses. I pretend I understand it. I pretend to know a lot about mythology. I pretend I know tech stuff like I'm supposed to.Somewhere down the line though, the pretentions seem to have taken me over.

A friend told me recently that I was immoral. I pointed that what she probably meant was that I was amoral. My sense of morality is so loose, that I'm amoral.

Seeing that you've read this far, you seem to be either immensely patient or some kind of masochist. Don't worry, I'm nuts too. Everybody says so.

I'm average in a lot of ways, yet, like most people, I hate being called average. "I'm better than average!" has always been the mantra, the credo.
My family is middle class. I've been brought up with middle-class values, whatever that means!

If you're thinking that I'm going to justify all that rambling with some crisp, killer line, you're wrong. This is it.