50 things I have to do by the age of 25

1. Go to a Pink Floyd concert
2. Get an autograph of Gilmour or Wright
3. Watch Liverpool play any side at Anfield
4. Sing the song “sing” by the Dresden Dolls to a crowd of ppl who critic my singing ability
5. Any metallica cover sung by me….in front of a crowd…
6. Meet the person who said “College education must have Attendance”
7. Learn the meaning of the word “Ego” and “Confidence”……ya, it has a deeper layer attached to it….
8. Run a entire triathlon
9. Finish watchin all the top 250 movies on the IMDb top 250 list…..i am already half way there
10. Prove to atleast one person in this world that Satyajit Ray was better than Kurosawa and definitely better than Kubrick
11. Finish writing a novel with a title which has no meaning…..
12. Believe in “grass in greener on the other side”
13. Fuck atleast one prof’s daughter…..just to piss the shit out of him
14. Kick Anusha’s ass atleast once to prove to her wht a man I am……its might never gonna happen but…..
15. Watch a record 10 movies in a day
16. Read an entire novel…atleast 300 pages in a day…..which is definitely impossible for me
17. Prove Anand(prof) wrong about my trip to pune
18. Download an entire movie…….thats a test of my patience
19. Kiss Sushmita Sen and then I am ready to go to jail
20. Type at a speed of lightning……300 words/min is more than enuf
21. Not smoke for a complete week…..no wait….2 days at a stretch
22. Meet a terrorist and tell him……ur awesome
23. Dope up and get as high as the stars and the heaven…..if there is anyplace beyond that….let it take me
24. See “lock, stock and two smoking barrels” after a slight high
25. Headbang with a girl in a metal concert
26. Remember my mom’s bday atleast once in these 4 yrs….
27. Wake up at 6 in the morning
28. Meet P.V. Narasimha Rao……..its a waste I know….but he was right in a lot of places
29. Participate in an Indira Gandhi Hate March
30. Fuck atleast one shiv sena or bajrang dal activist…….tell them on their face wat sons of bitches they are
31. Make a software…any software….a porn search software will also do…but it shud be credited to me
32. Understand free software and open source software and- WAT THE HELL IS LINUX?
33. Read a book about the life and death of Che Guevara…..and a positive view point is wat I need
34. Tell on the face of an American…..u guys rock man….fuck the world as much as u want….its the way to go….an then shake his hands and salute him
35. Convince durba, she has found someone awesome and a li’l screwed up
36. Give my Mom the present of her lifetime and show dad, that I love her more than he does…..hehe
37. Meet Fred, Sai and Rino at Softy Den………and order a Rs. 5 cone ice-cream……and talk nothing but about girls we missed out on…..
38. Watch an entire day go by, and not feel guilty about absolutely anything…..think, no one can achieve this
39. Make my sister cry by showing her how much I love her….
40. Have long hair…..and hey look cool
41. Get a tattoo with the message “u know ur alrite”.
42. Travel in a general bogie for a whole night…..
43. Visit Arunachal again….and not miss a single part of it
44. Debate about two things with professionals…..one Kubrick was an asshole and secondly Metallica sucks in front of Nirvana
45. Try understanding the meaning of the song “smells like teen spirit”…..cos there are like a million stories and interpretations about the song
46. Have money to buy myself a car
47. Learn how to ride a bike…….(embarrassing)
48. Learn atleast the basics of a electric guitar, and play the one song I can die for….”new slang” by the shins….
49. Flirt with riya……one thing, I just cant….my libido never allows me too….probably I just like her too much
50. Do all he above 50 things without fail…haha…am too lazy to do any one of them

the most abstract likings of mine

Three hours of sleep on a lazy Monday afternoon.
Live show of rhcp
Dylan with only a guitar
Movie abt nazi killins
Watchin the watch on the verge of hittin 4
Cigarettes of regular
Show incomplete and incomprehensible
Kubrick on the idea of WW3
Books without philosophy or intent of creating a scene
NIRVANA
Cobain
Novoselic
Grohl
All that you cant leave behind
Staring and gazing at the field for a laugh or a grin
Attendance problem
Cool tshirts and a ragged jeans
Writing things no one comprehends or follows or criticize or sympathize or emphasize or underlines or overlines or just cries…….
Friends on the corridor and in my room without a cause to be there
Heart
Eddie Vedder
Lyin on the parapet and deciding which side I shud put my feet…..
Talking on my old cell and pray for some fucked up connectivity
Searchin for the rite movie on the rite time and on the rite day
My ATM
Solitude and silence and darkness
Black
Ballack
Kaka
Messi
Gerrard….mostly his right foot
Slow ballads of extreme rock bands and see their lonely heart and feel incredibly happy
Moves and shakes and breaks and cracks and cokes and dopes
Keys on the hangin point
6 oclock
4 am with net
Chicken and fried
Smoking is injurious to health
And “thank you for smoking”
Archer
Kane and abel

And writing the shit out of anything……and ppl reading the shit…..

My dream…..

Wat is the first impression u get when u see this kind of post? Ya ya…..i know. I must be writing abt my future. The big fuckin dreams I have and shit like that. Well, guess wat, I have stopped dreamin abt my future a long time back. Well, atleast 2 years ago for sure. Now, I can care no less. I wait to get the hell out of this place and clean my slates and move on. Ya, I would cry the last day here…cos I would miss my college life and more importantly, my friends. The freedom and my dad’s hard earned money.

But, this is not abt me. Its abt this dream. U know those lazy afternoon naps rite. If ur young like im rite now, well, u would understand. If ur old like im goin to be in 50 years, the hell with u. so, anyways, this lazy Thursday afternoon, while mugging, I fell asleep with the idea to wake up in 15 mins. I slept for more than an hour and this dream stuck to my head. And this is the story…..

MY DREAM BEGINS HERE

I love myself. I love every part of being me. I love the idea that im the one guy in this world who would die for another man for anything. If I have to give away my organs for that one man, I will graciously. But this man, he doesn’t exist. He exist in the celluloid world. He belongs only on the screen. He is non-existent actually. And he comes to our world again next may. And I die next month. This is December and im goin to the other side of the universe by January.

Now, I hate myself so much. Not hate because of the choices I made. But hate cos i cant keep my penis from rocketing each time it sees a beautiful lady. And hate cos I cant spend a penny on the word called contraception. Yes, I have aids and I die in a month.

But, death is not why I hate myself. I hate it cos I wont be able to see the one man I love perform again. And he happens to be rocky bilbao.

(author: if this would not have been a dream, I would have definitely put some artificially implanted, intellectually propagated character like yanni or maharishi, but I cant lie really well. Atleast not at the rite places)

Rocky Bilbao…..the most popular underdog story of all time. The man, who fought against all odds and against himself to become a two-time world heavyweight champion. Ya, he did it on the screen but he did it with so much perfection and poise that I cant help myself falling in love with the man. I have never needed a wife. The tv screen kept me company all nite. And with my looks, I could have had any girl I wanted for a wham, bam, thank u, ma’m.

Now that u can see my obsession with Rocky, well let me swank a bit more too.

I have everything u want a twisted asshole like me to have abt Rocky. I have posters of every Rocky story in every room. I have more than 45 posters in my 2-bedroom apartment. I will not deny, but I have kicked girls and thrown them out of my place for their lack of appreciation for my obsession with Rocky Bilbao. Bloody sluts. When will they see how much I adore the man, without asking abt it too much. Wat is their problem with me and rocky in the same room, as she is goin to get banged anyways.

Anyways, the final rocky bilbao movie comes out in may, and I am goin to die in January. I am showing this piece from the dream of a man, who will probably just write this for attention. But, I need to show it to him. Hope that his post in a certain blog be seen by a promotional asshole who forwards it to my Rocky……and I get my chance to be remembered forever by him.

END OF MY DREAM

Prologue:

Well the dream was very much similar to this. I added some spice to make it more..u know…..psued. but, I think it means wat I say.

cat's in 5 days and i am bloggin....cant help

This week has been a topsy-turvy ride into hell and back. I have cat and end sem comin as close as possible and they both are lookin and staring at me as if to say……fuck u kid……..

But managed to get some new and lovely songs. At first I thought that with the type of mugging I have to do, its near impossible to do anything new and hear anything new. But guess wat, during these high-pressure adrenaline pounding painful weeks, the fun to do something different and time wasting is always a lot of fun.

So here is wat I have been listening to lately. I got this 3 doors down song from binay. By the way, bunay is this guy in my hostel. We used to be close, but now I don’t know, where we stand. Anyways. He gave me “here by me” by 3 doors down and me and ladoo have become crazy about it. It’s a rock ballad and its freaking awesome. Its so good and I even put the lyrics into my orkut profile and now presently dreaming abt singin it in some college competition. Ya, that’s my flaw…..whenever I listen to a good song, I dream abt the song on my lips in front a crowd. It happened with me during the teen spirit era, then stairway to heaven era and a million times after that.

Well, I was talking abt “here by me”. Its definitely a love song. Something I wouldnt have heard normally….but this song was an exception on its own way. And I say proudly. I have mugged a love song. Go screw me.

Other than that. LYN by 4lyns……that is the type of song I used to hear in my 1^st year. Hard and raw and rap-metal. But the lyrics though not strong and intriguing, was a ok song for linkin park fans. Panic at the Disco is slowly but steadily becoming one of my fav bands. Teir song “lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” is just brilliant. The video is exciting and strange. Something I love. Ever since I have heard “I write sins and not tragedies”, they have made me wait for their videos and albums. Their album is not that great, but these two songs are good and vibrant.

My Chemical Romance. U know why they r famous……cos they suck and sing for sissy girls. Their lead singer is cute…that’s wat one girl told me in orkut. And shit, their lead singer cant sing crap. I sing better and in my toilet. But, cancer is a good song…..though not a new theme….but alrite…

Finally……the band I am surely goin to listen. MUSE. Oh! Man wat a band. They rock like hell. Post-punk and hardcore. Lyrics emulating coldplay of even metallica. They r good.

Anyways, that’s all. And ya, I wrote this in Microsoft word…..hence the capitals after every full-stop……rock on.

And fuck u kid,…..