Freak Rant

 

I was abducted once when I was eight years old. They came to teach me how to fight like an alien. Bring your chin down to protect your neck while continuing to stare into the enemys eyes. Bring up your hands and say “I don’t want no trouble ya hear”. Flex your traps and core. Slightly bend your knees. Here comes the important part. In a low voice begin to say “wolowolowolowolowolo” slowly increasing in volume, he should be surprised by now. Begin to sway side to side and loosen all facial muscles and your anal sphicter and your kegal muscle. By now you should be pretty loud and your opponent will have stepped back and will appear visibly shaken. Begin to piss and shat yourself and let your eyes roll into the back of your head. By now you are chanting “WOLOWOLOWOLOWOLO” at the top of your lungs. He will run away. Everyone within a one mile radius will feel a terrifying precence within their soul. Marvel as you ascend into your planar form.

Sheepish weepish

Here I am, back again, with no real change in situation except life’s a bit duller. The national airline is going to the dogs, and I got the short end of the stick, so still completely vella (meaning- doing nothing. NOTHING). Lost my phone for two months and got it back (People say I’m lucky, I respond that if I WERE lucky, I wouldn’t have lost it in the first place :/ ). In the meanwhile, started playing this facebook game Marvel Avengers Alliance. Sooo much fun. Still quite buggy, but the game contents make up for it.

I’m getting into nostalgia, so any readers (yeah right) will have to put up with all sorts of pictures from my past, including the academy and my vella years. That’s right, this blog’s gonna become a PICHA BLOG! 

Ja

Goblin

Squatter No Longer

Seems like I won’t be unemployed for long. Doesn’t mean I’m going to end this blog. Still gonna be uploading posts, just that I’ll be adding new elements. You’ll see when it happens.

Ja,

drigruan

Invictus

I can never get tired of reading this poem. Not like it inspires me to get off my butt, just that I like reading it.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Iron

 

Such a beautiful song. I’m going to keep it at hand; to inspire me, to embolden me, to remind me of what’s precious.

Against

Against competition

Against mortal grain

Against logic

Against all odds

Against convention

Against pragmatic belief

Against doubt

Against time

Against hundreds who thought otherwise

Against hope

Against my own human capabilities

Against everyone

Will stand a voice that says

I. Will. Fly.

ON CRICKET

I’m actually a sportsman; I love sport, so NO disrespect, BUT: I don’t understand cricket. I mean, the concept of cricket is that somebody has to stand there, while somebody else runs as fast as they can with a rock hard concrete ball that you know they’re going to be throwing at you. Your NORMAL reaction would be to get out of the way. But instead you choose to stand there, with only a piece of wood to protect yourself. Then there’s the man who’s “fielding“… he’s basically just standing there, and if the ball doesn’t come his way, he has nothing to do for 20-30 minutes. What exactly is the fun in that? I don’t get it. It’s NOT fun to play, it’s NOT fun to watch… I shouldn’t be saying this out loud in India, not if I want to live  … Cricket might be THE religion in India, but I’m an atheist :/

P.S. The match at Mohali broke one more jinx: I watched the match <albeit in parts> and India still won. Whoopie -_-