Dullness

Many have mentioned that my posts have gotten real boring. I agree. I have this mental block that's stopping me from doing anything more than the banal.

I told a friend that I feel like I need a bungee jump. From a great height. I feel if the shock is great enough, I will dump all that pisses me off below at point 0 and swing back up free. Forgive me. A recovery attempt is on the cards, I promise you that. But for now, I really can't do much.


Wake me up when September ends.

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A comment post - T20 World Cup Finals:

it is stupidity of illiterate people ,, follow the example of australia, newzealand,, how they are cooll
by Bhupinder Singh on Sep 25, 2007 10:39 AM | Hide replies

south easter asian coutries are fool , bunch of fool, they are getting excited by the media and m n c to sell their product and create furore and excitement in their mind , cricket is not life, it is j ust fun and part of game, one lose and one win,,,we should take it friendly,,, not burning, abusing and slandering anyone,,pakistan are worse criminal for disobaying the humanright of minority, women and children,,,,

Yeah. How they are cool.
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Yet another comment/spot quiz:

game
by raghunatha shetty k on Sep 25, 2007 01:50 AM | Hide replies

which is the game in which looser & gainer will feel happy after end of the game.?

raghunatha shetty K

Answerer will be gainer and not looser.

Oh btw, WE WON!! Brilliant match it was.

Random Rhetorical Question 2

Just because I believe in fate, do I have to be comfortable not knowing what it is?

Ghost

Neil Gaiman writes a chilling yet reassuring piece on why Ghost Stories still have relevance in the 21st Century:

Technology does nothing to dispel the shadows at the edge of things. The ghost-story world still hovers at the limits of vision, making things stranger, darker, more magical, just as it always has ....

There’s a blog I don’t think anyone else reads. I ran across it searching for something else, and something about it, the tone of voice perhaps, so flat and bleak and hopeless, caught my attention. I bookmarked it.

If the girl who kept it knew that anyone was reading it, anybody cared, perhaps she would not have taken her own life. She even wrote about what she was going to do, the pills, the Nembutal and Seconal and the rest, that she had stolen a few at a time over the months from her stepfather’s bathroom, the plastic bag, the loneliness, and wrote about it in a flat, pragmatic way, explaining that while she knew that suicide attempts were cries for help, this really wasn’t, she just didn’t want to live any longer.

She counted down to the big day, and I kept reading, uncertain what to do, if anything. There was not enough identifying information on the Web page even to tell me which continent she lived on. No e-mail address. No way to leave comments. The last message said simply, “Tonight.”

I wondered whom I should tell, if anyone, and then I shrugged, and, best as I could, I swallowed the feeling that I had let the world down.

And then she started to post again. She says she’s cold and she’s lonely.

I think she knows I’m still reading ....

I guess you wouldn't believe me if I said that I'm not who you think I am, would you? No. I don't think I can pull it off.

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Robert Jordan passes away

The man who gave the world 'The Wheel of Time' series died yesterday, 16th of September 2007.

I'm currently into the 6th book in his series of 11. Although the series remains unfinished, I will read the rest of it whether or not the publishers manage to come out with the 12th final installment based on his notes that he left by in case of this eventuality. As an ode to the man who gave me a tale beyond all mythologies and legends. Rest in Peace, Dragon.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose.... The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time.
But it was a beginning.

Victims?

Seriously. Why should the students be involved in this be called 'victims'?

Race

Running along the tracks of Saturn's rings,
I jogged from stone to stone till I leaped over
to Andromeda and back.
I stretched out while on a ride upon Haley
breathing out Aurora Borealis.
Heavy Breath. Radiating Breath.
Listening to the celestial symphony
that floats on Qausar radio waves.
Warm up.
Paused for a drink at the Great Dipper
before dashing off into a sprint
racing into the Crab Nebula
and beyond.
Timing myself. Waiting for an Event Horizon
So I could just about slip past Light.
Slip past Time herself,
Into the grave of vision.
Into the cradle of all life.
Into the Black Hole.
And back.
I lose again.

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Source : http://xkcd.com/300/
Brilliant cartoons. I suggest you go through the others.

I'm Thinking

As Destiny and Fate weave deceitful illusions of a future sparkling with hope, it's bad enough that we burn our souls today for a tomorrow that will not be. Worse is the fact that we simultaneously reach out to the comforting void of yesterday that just isn't there. In this perpetual balancing act, what is lost forever, is the meaning of the word 'Now'.

It's surprising when you realise that 'The Moment' has no weight of it's own without Consequences or Regrets. Whoever told you that he 'lived for today', lied. There is no life structure without a foundation or a purpose. Whether this is a good thing or not and your decision to believe this notion or dismiss it is your choice. As the Oracle says in The Matrix, "Because you didn't come here to make the choice. You've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it."

Disclaimer: No I have not lost my mind. Not yet anyway. Why? Screw you!I too have the right to be philosophical sometimes!