The milky way

Some memories make u laugh, some make u feel disgusted , some make u feel lighter and so on.But some of them are just bizarre, when they streak off somewhere in ur mind, u feel the objectiveness of the emotions associated with them. They are not exactly inexplicable but deciphering them is definitely incomprehensible .

In my engineering years, the bad part was always coming back home for a long period.This memory is associated with the 2 month vacation before the start of the final year of engg. being home meant getting robbed of ur dignity and all the good habits I had acquired staying away from home. for that articular period I had to give up my new ways of life, which are definitely procrastination and apathy . Not only this, with all the sorrows the compulsion to get up early in the morning was also there and helping family people out in their daily chores, which was really painful .

So one fine evening, my lazybums were ordered to bring some 2-3 kg yellow sugar, I went to the nearby store and while coming back I thought of taking a long route rather then the obvious one.

I had my earphones on as well, because I had acquired a new mp3 player recently. One thing which is very particular about the area where I live is that there are ot of old people, so quite a peaceful place but yes their whining also get started at the drop of the hat.

Here i was walking ,within a distance of 25 m I saw Mrs.Kaur(Kaur Aunty) .Now something about her. She is 60-70 year old, with very visible mustache and beard ;) She stays alone and prefers to do all her work on her own. she has been living here for past 30 years,and she has always looked the same since I was in 1st or 2nd standard.she has a hobby also, any tennis ball or plastic ball(andaa) which touches her by mistake ,she will keep it , any ball if ever dropped in her porch will be lost forever, because she will keep it. by this time, i suppose she must have 2-3 thousand tennis balls with her. she whines a lot . So i was walking and she was in very visible range. she was having a vessel o carry the milk and it was filled with milk as it was visible from the condensation drops outside the vessel.

A weird thought ran across my mind, what will happen if i hit my bag containing sugar with her vessel.I just had thought this, the next moment I heard a cacophony punjabi reprimanding someone and bad luck, that some one was me only. There must have been some bad coordination among the brain and the reflexes generated , as this time it had happened simultaneously, as it was very visible from the spilled milk on the road.

The cacophony was getting mixed up with the voice from the mp3 player,which was playing some English song, but whatever it was the song and the cacophony mix was not a promising one.I unplugged my ears, and aunty's voice became more clear.As such scenes were quite common with Kaur aunty, so people kept themselves to their business, except some typical aunty type stuff, who came to her rescue,they were 3 in number.

One voice: auntyji , u are not hurt, are you?

Mrs K: hai, mera doodh gir gaya.(milk is spilled)

Mrs K: munde tenu jedi tameez ni hegi, ki apna thaila hila hila ke chalda peya ae.(dont u have manners, why are u swaying ur bag like this)

me: sorry aunty, wo pata nai kaise lag gaya aapko, mein pay kar deta hoon

Mrs K : aajkal ke bachya noo, jara tameez hegi ee nai, vekho mainu paise denda peya aye.

Kaanan vich taaran paaye hue, kamle bande firde hain.( children today dont have iota of manners in them, just keep their ears plugged with earphones, and see he is offering money to me for his mistake)

me: searching for money in the pockets ;p

with this and some more whining she mend her way and i started to mine.

Sometimes when i reflect upon this incident i never understand why and what made me to do that act , funny act i mean , what exactly leadto the discoordination.

but whatever it was it was funny(for me at least)

randimosity

how randomness is an important part of our lives, I mean if it goes along a curve without any possible tangents then its definitely a sucker punch.and too much sine -cosines will cause things to go too much out of bounds. people want to be politically correct always. i dont know why.

even I do. I mean there is some sort of avarice in human brain to be politically correct. the degree of political correctness might vary from person to person.

to be continued.....

Manor farm

First things ist, Manor farm is quite famous(only to those who have read animal farm by orwell). I could not think of any name to this blog so decided to go on with an arbit one.so continuing with the legacy of the animals in the society ,lets drag our bums(lazy in my case) to the inception of the story. I know its a corny one but yes the starting line is once upon a time.

once upon a time there was a cow, not just any cow, a horny cow(should i apologize to those whose bosoms i have hurt badly). the horny cow was just living happily in the world without any problems. Once she was flirting around in a farm when she bumped into a horny bull. The horny bull was a smart ass and son of a big goon, was showing off his diamond studded horns and Gucci belt on his neck. so every one knows what happens when 2 horny creatures meet. after the encounter, our cow whose name is ummm....integration started thinking like any ordinary female and started weaving and was actually lost in the golden world of her own in which integral and the bull,force, will live together.

days and nights went past and their horniness grew stronger and stronger. and force was using the integration.

their love lore came to the eye of bull's father ,majestic majesty pig.pig's name was differential and was against the integration of integration and force.

differential was a major political figure and was very powerful in the society. from ants to squirrels , all approached to him and showed him their loyalty so as to avoid his evil eye on them.

one fine day , both the horny bull, force and the cow, integration were having fun and were creating different instances in space . the game of love was seen by variable singh,a dog and very loyal boot licker of differential.the pig immediately dispatched its army of filthiness,dirt and environmental pollution to the point where the lovers were.

Now because the horny cow was very athletic and healthy since childhood,she survived the attacks and the bull, who was afraid of pig , immediately left her.

cow was devastated, and after some days of rona-dhona she decided to take revenge from the baap-beta . She needed to be powerful to avenge , which was possible with money only. so she started surfing naukari-dila-do.com, badla-waadi-attitude.com etc etc . but nothing came her way. then one of her friend the ass, told her about importance of education. she decided to join IIT/NIT/REC and IIM/FMS/XLRI(for PG ) in a place called India. she took a flight and came to India and joined Electronics engineering .she found many ass, pigs,donkeys,dogs,mules in her college. she didnt actually slogged but maintained a fine balance between her studies and horny life. after 4 years she got her degree and with it she also realized the mistake of her(every one knows people who go for electronics don get a job). furious and adamant ,she build some electromagnetic pulse bombs and blew the building of her college.

now even after 4 years, integration could not contain the power of differential.

dejected and defeated , our protagonist signed upon kuch-bhi-likho.com, and started her blog.

one day her grief grew so strong that she started singing.

her singing was not ordinary, it was not real one she composed imaginary songs and she called them the 'i'(iota) songs. the i songs were imaginary . in ordinary songs music fills ur ears and environment with rhythms and symphonies. but in imaginary songs none of this happened, they were imaginary, nothing happened never ever not a bit, not a sound.

but they were quite famous and mysterious though.

differential the pig , was in planet M one day and was groping for some good music when he saw the 'i' album . he bought it immediately. he went to his barn and switched on his Bose system, inserted the CD , he waited and waited but nothing came. non plussed, he was totally engrossed in unearthing the mystery behind i songs. he studied on google.com and wikipedia about the complex analysis.

aam janta didnt gave much heed to the 'i' album. but pig was adamant.after some splendid effort he knew that i songs were recorded in Argand-planes of India. he immediately took an asteroid to those planes , but incompatibility issues were raised as soon as he reached there. he was always sent off to the real planes, pig got stuck in the infinite loop and the vicious circle of real to imaginary , and perished ultimately.

and our protagonist won finally.

modesty,show off ,modesty and show off

...To be continued....

whatever I wanted to write about, the feelings , they have sunk down a little , So it will be better to sit for a while and reflect upon it rather then hitting keys haphazardly.

Parabola

In higher mathematics I have studied somewhere that the 2 arms of the parabola meet at infinity(Even if the fact is good for nothing, you are just mistaken as it has become the starting lines of my this .....(blog/writing/whatever)).

While coming home in the cab today, I saw a little girl in the car adjacent to ours playing with the scales, the Libran scales.I looked at her and at her toy with great interest, the scales were swaying to one direction and then to other.Just then that girl looked at me ,a white and a numb face, I must admit that it was a peculiar face with an unusual flair.

I was thinking hard what is so unusual about it, then it struck to me,her EYES. they were so so penetrating, pitch black,so intense that Roentgen could have used her for his X ray experiments.

hmm....I digressed from the main point.

the point was not that girl , neither were her eyes.

after seeing her, somewhere from the stacks of my memory a dialogue flashed through ,very similar to when a person gets back his "khoi hui yaadasht" in ghisi piti bollywood flick.

Someone once said to me,you live in extremes, you are never stable, either you are too happy or just completely detached. you live on the edge and blah blah....

by now you wud have guessed the gender of the speaker as well.

anyways, thats not the point either.

Neither I am the subject of this writing...

now parabola comes to the picture, the arms are definitely diverging both as the function of time and space but they meet somewhere at infinte, now drag your ass to that point and imagine the behaviour of the curve, it wud be like the alphabet 'X'-converging-meeting-diverging.

now lets come to real life sweet and sour are two extremes of taste, gooseberry i think its aanwla , most sour thing ever went to my mouth tastes sweet if u try to devour the taste(its a reality).

same can be possible for sweet as well(I dont have proofs for this one).

lets come to reel life: Christopher Nolan in his movie th dark knight, chose the joker as the bad guy.Why? joker is thought to be a person who is light hearted and fun loving, he showed the inverted form of joker in the masterpiece character.

I am sitting in this cramped bar and instead of getting drunk n wasted , doing this blog shit.

my thoughts are going haywire!!

they say a pesrson who never gets angry turns to a mad bull when he is furious.

in all the examples, i dunno why am i able to see some symmetric relationship.

u dont need a phase shift of 180 degree for getting to the other part,u can just simply walk over the circle which connects them.

good-bad,happy-sad,sour-sweet are not extremes, they are well connected by strong invisible threads which lead to each other.

keep living in extremes,u ll love it.

Canines G0 Bo!nk

I don't detest them,but definitely not too fond of them either. frankly speaking, I feel like throwing up multicolored puke just at the mere thought of sleeping with a pet,cuddling , snogging ,and letting it lick you!

ewww!!

thats disgusting(to me of course,and i dont care about others in this regard)!

some may think ,i am going haywire and just another moron giving his crap and shitless opinions!

my answer to them- "they consider it crap and shitless because they have so much to care about their pets as they are being filled with more and more crap and shit by their mute companions,so in front of all the holy droppings and poop ,its shitless,i admit!!"

i focus on the dogs,because that is the first animal that ur brainy brain generates on hearing the word pet!

why do people like dogs as their friend?

'this is the question'..well it never came to the socrates sitting in my mind until i heard robert de'niro telling ben stiller ,over their preference of pets.

i plagiarize a lot, i admit it!

and will continue to do it,as long as i can.

but howsoever dumb a person can be,his brain never fails to pop out weird questions,there is some question generating code which is trapped in an infinite loop,and its so effective that gives the ability to raise doubts on the intersection and union of both 'everything and none'.

this all general philosophy was to demonstrate my desire to further explore the dogs/bitches and their owners.

:))

dogs are great at wagging their tails and so are their masters.

when they come home dogs go lunatic and wag tails as enthusiastically as when somebody relieves itself from great indigestion.

the dog is happy coz he sees the master and the master is happy coz he gets the assurance that at least someone is there in this bloody world who likes him and is ready to take his tempers, and for a change, there is a living being who is not scared at his hideous face!

and this works fine,a symbiotic relationship!

a dog is a shallow animal,keeps on telling the world that he loves it and needs love.care and different types of blah blah blah at a continuous constant rate, if not monotonically increasing.

so is his master.

so next time when you see a hunk ,or a military uncle running with his ferocious lab,or afgan terrier, pity him for being so vulnerable.

2nd things:: when you scream at your pet dog,it never retaliates,never ever,even though if its ferocious Afghan Terrier or a dumb pug !

instead its tail goes between its legs ,its ear goes down and one can see clearly the moist eyes begging for mercy.

that is idiosyncratic for a dog , and so for the master.

so crude derivation can be inferred as the dogs are good at changing colors of emotion.

so are there masters. a dog is easy to break, and they sell their individuality with the mood blues and upswings of the master.

so a dog lover is one who likes to keep less emotionally strong beings , likes to rule, gives unnecessary air to themselves, and associate all the negativities with the dog lovers/owners.

:))

now from the two assertions its clear that dog lovers like to rule,but because they are vulnerable,they are considered to be a loser,because they try to fit two widely different ideas in their itchy skin.

well,i dont have anything against dog lovers,they can be gibberish if they want to.its just de niro who inspired me .so no 'mea culpa' here.

may be its a very cynical way of looking at things,but thats how i am ...

no issues!!

ps: i maintained a single gender throughout the writing,so female dog lovers dont be disappointed,i hate u as much as i hate ur male counterparts.

1st Feb or 2nd Feb

Don't know from where should I start.I have around 23 minutes to finish this piece of writing.

ohk...lets begin...Right now I have every reason to detest the day,but on a second note it has been one of the memorable days of my life ,inception of 2 big things.

one is quite obvious and the 2nd one is for those who know...

as they say one relation which is most greatest experience in this world is that of friendship...u are the creator ,mother-father, caretaker for this relation. u dont get it by default, u chose it urself nurture it and tend it to such a level where it becomes unnecessary to use words,it just becomes by default.

I dont understand this phenomenon on any level be it technical,chemical,psychological or philosophical.

ok......enough of this psychological crap.....

hmm the things started from aaaaaa....orkut....then a nodding ,which was proceeded by me placing my ass adjacent to the mainstream actor of the greatest mystery ever....afterall who is RAM???

as its said, that it feels like two random particles in space and time with different inertial and spatial coordinates , moving akin to a milling crowd , collide to each other like the particles do in the hadron collider.

I dont know from where did all that similarity has cropped up, I sometimes feel the alter ego part is existing.

apart from the power of eloquence and impeccable sense of humor, this was the date of birth of a waste fellow..who is indispensable.

Vodka .....

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