A new battle

Life is a series of struggles, each one more enchanting than the last. Each one take a bit more from you till there is nothing left in your soul but a list of adventures, each one finishing just before you wanted it to.

But we must take it in our stride, for the next challenge awaits us, for the next shall be even bigger, even grander, and ever so fraught with danger.

Neither victory or death is certain on the field of battle, but fight we must. And I will, for pride and guilt are my two horses, racing me towards the not so distant roar of the battlefield.


" Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. "
- Tennyson

Frasier Gyan

Frasier: It's not desperate to tell somebody how you feel about them.
Martin : What if she doesn't feel the same way?
Frasier: What if she does and you never find out?

It was worth the risk. In the long run, i believe, it always is...

I'm Gay

No, not that you perverts!
I'm happy.

Article 377 has finally repealed by the Delhi high court.

A sign of modernization..... interesting.

A Good Day

A fleeting moment, a lazy electronian, a potential for something big. He was unique, just like every one of the electronians around him. They were a tribe, a vicious tribe of mobile and highly energetic beings. And every great force has an opponent that rises to the challenge. The protonians were not easily subdued, they believed in the positive force of the universe.

The two tribes were forever locked in a dance of death. There were sparrings that sometimes went on for ages with the two armies forever trying to circle each other. But there was an undeniable attraction between the two, for how else would you explain the fact that they never went too far from each other.

But leaving the nucleo-politics of their world far behind, let us see what was going on inside...

The lazy electronian woke to an electric life, the leader was calling. A nanosecond later, having gathered enough energy to break the bonds of the surrounding, he rose to the occasion. Soon, there were followers, almost like a cult, more and more electronians joined our guy. It was now a huge tide of mass and energy screaming down a path, the path. The path of their destiny.

And just when it seemed like you were bored of watching them run, a twist in the tale. A huge ravine in the path. And yet they did not slow, they did not speed up. Our guy was the first to reach the edge and in a flash he turned into, well, a flash. And as your eyes adjust to the brightness, you realize you're in the middle of a war, there was a tide of protonian carriers. With nothing but holes in their souls, they met on the chasm and then there was nothing but fire and smoke.

Greater things were afoot in the universe......

Anti-Chick Flick

The chick flick. Let's face it, sometimes you're in that mood and you just wanna stretch out and watch one.

But not today!

I just saw Crank, and it's the perfect anti-chick flick.

It's got everything a guy movie should have.

Guns,









Blood,









Violence,









Amy Smart,









Drugs,









Car chase,









Words on the screen,









Jason Statham,









and even a cute bird.

Now that's a fun movie.

Away...

The potion of love was just a dream,
I was woken by my heart's scream.
Don't give me away, it cried,
Held my hand, begged and tried.
But it was not in my power to resist,
What your eyes seemed to insist.
I gave my heart away, to you,
Telling it, she loves you, the way I do.

Got Milk?

A cool glass of milk.

What could be more alluring than that cool tall tapering glass of milk. The rich white color. The smooth texture, the way it slides over your tongue and into the gateway of your soul. Milk, the most wonderful part of the modern food pyramid. This divine liquid, that we sustain ourselves on. This gift of nature.

There is a god above us and when you sin, he has cruel ways in which to make you repent. He is not a kind god, not the kind to laugh away your mistakes. You have to suffer. And the great saints, in all their infinite understanding of the way of the world, knew the one true truth. The punishment is swift, and it is brutal. Pity-less and merciless, he touches the untrue ones with the mark of the devil. For all to see and for all to know, the marked is condemned to walk with it. What is this mark? You've seen it, heard about it in closed circles, in bad company, in seedy alleyways behind the drugstore and even heard it whispered in hushed tones. "Lactose Intolerant!". What a life it must be to never taste the cool refreshing feeling of a glass of milk.

So I took my glass of milk and put it in the fridge, for what is better than cold milk? Waited impatiently for 26 minutes, all this in the month of February. When the sparrows don't dare to peek out of their nests and the pigeons have all but given up trying to look for grains. When the cold is going but not yet gone, still trying to drive the fear of the cold into our mind. What could be better than a glass of chill milk while wrapped up in your blanket. So I waited, guarding the fridge from others, lest my milk end up in someone else's hands.

Finally, it was time. I took out the glass. The standard two spoons of sugar. No stirring. I like to drink the milk in a slow gradient from plain to sweet as I go down the glass. The first sip. The chill touch on your tongue. The tightening of the hand holding the glass. The savouring of the flavor. The swallowing. The feeling of the liquid rushing down your throat. The ecstasy spreading in your head. The look of pure unbridled joy in your eyes. And then, all over again for the second sip. But, this time it's different, subtly different. The sip is expected unlike the first surprise sip. The tongue tastes a new flavor with every sip as the milk gets sweeter and sweeter.

"So, we're writing about milk today huh?", asked Ace, popping out of nowhere and breaking my trance.
"Yes", I said, answering his redundant question with a slight fear.
"Cool, milk it for all it's worth", he said, snickering at his own pun.

I tried to reach out and grab him, to avenge the torture of his company. But he vaporized as fast as he appeared. Into a mist, before I could catch him. "One day...", I swore under my breath, "... one day, I'm gonna get you".

Yuck?

The light from the window comes in an oddly stagnant glow, the dim light of the moon serving only to suffocate the already dank room. I'm sitting on my chair, leaning back, eyes closed. It's like i can feel the heat seeping into my body, flowing into my skin from the air. My head was close to overheating. The heat caused a stray neuron to fire I suppose, cause the next thing I remember was ... nothing!

It was weird to wake up with absolutely no sensation of what you were doing. I looked around. I was sitting on a chair in my room, it was night. So I turned on the light, wondering why I slept of on a chair. But the time for mystery is later, now is the time for food! I can hear low growling sounds from my stomach. I'd kept a bowl of whipped cream in the freezer this very evening. Time to check it out... Sneak to the fridge... voila!

Wow! Just snapped open my eyes and there's a bowl of ice cream on my table! Talk about having a lucky day. Where'd it come from? The lure of the frozen ambrosia was too much, I'll figure out where it came from after eating it. Vapors were emanating from the white mass. But no spoon! Who cares, I'm gonna dig in with my fingers. Mmmmmm, that tastes good! Oh snap, Brain Freeze!

Aw, where's my bowl of whipped cream!? Wait, there's my bowl, and a little cream still in it. Damn, it's melted in the heat! Well, I'm gonna have it any way. Slurp, Slurp, Slurp.

Again I woke up, with a weird taste in my mourh. Aw, hell.

Moral of the story:
Don't freeze whipped cream.
If you do, dont eat it.
If you do, dont drink it after it melts.
If you do, wash your mouth.

Scones !

Sugar don’t you cry,
Wipe the tears from your eye.
You know I need you to be strong,
When the night is as dark as the day is long.

Baby baby baby, light my way,
Soon we’ll have the silence that we seek,
And it’ll be time for us to fly away.
To hear what the other won’t speak.

I remember the two of us would yell,
Now we talk in whispers and moans.
It’s true what the prophecies tell,
A way to a man’s heart is with scones!

Come away with me, light my way,
It’lll always be just you and me,
Baby won’t you light my way for me….