Bald and not exactly beautiful

Yes. It's true. I have shaved my head. And I blame it on the escalating petrol prices.
No really! I do.

You see, increase in the petrol prices caused me to tune my bike for better mileage. This as many bikers would know, reduces the pick up and maximum speed as the bike loses torque drastically. And me, being the speed demon that I am, who could never compromise on anything less than 24kmph on my former Kinetic Pride - 73cc vario drive, ripping through Koramangala-Indiranagar ring road at blinding speeds (yes, I have touched 57 kmph) during my good old Christite days, could not take this blasphemic demotion of a Pulsar 150cc DTSi.

Hence, riding on a tremendous brainwave, I decided to introduce aerodynamics in my analysis which led me straight to the barber in front of my house. I explained the situation. He didn't ask any questions. Being an avid biker himself (TVS champ, the best that India has produced), he asked me to sit on the holy chair. The rest, as they say, is history.

I have increased my average speed by 2kmph since the last two days (did I mention the add on effect of the french beard?). Sure, I don't exactly get too many compliments. But then, neither does Rakhi Sawant. Both of us are too comfy in our state of bliss to notice any criticism. I'd like to meet her, you know. Over coffee or something like that. I'd tell her not to worry abt this cruel cruel world. That I understand. That I like what she wears with me as long as she likes what I do to her. About the pain I would give to people like Mika Singh/Hakkinen.
Sigh.. if only.

Do the evolution

(Best enjoyed when you read the lyrics given below while listening to the song above)


Woo..
Im ahead, Im a man
Im the first mammal to wear pants, yeah

Im at peace with my lust
I can kill cause in God I trust, yeah
Its evolution, baby


Im at piece, Im the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash
On the loose, Im a truck
All the rolling hills, Ill flatten em out, yeah

Its herd behavior, uh huh
Its evolution, baby

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, heres my coat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This land is mine,
this land is free
Ill do what I want but irresponsibly

Its evolution, baby

Im a thief, Im a liar
Theres my church,

I sing in the choir: (hallelujah hallelujah)

Admire me, admire my home
Admire my song, admire my clothes
cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast

Those ignorant indians got nothin on me Nothin, why?

Because, its evolution, baby!

I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans,

yeah I crawled the earth, but now Im higher
Twenty-ten, watch it go to fire
Its evolution, baby (2x)


Do the evolution
Come on, come on, come on

Death of the Individual?

There are several occasions where I have found myself desperately searching for a hero/model/ideal to look upto. Perfectly normal I guess. Everyone does.

What pisses me off is that fact that I know too many people who deify these role models to such an extent that they mould their frame of mind and attenuate their thought process to blend into that image. They stop thinking. They only believe. A belief that while some actions are justified, others can never be forgiven. They look at people as sets of properties/talents/resources. Those who fit in the image of their demi-gods(or themselves) are the ones they will consider discussing their borrowed thoughts with. "Stereotype and Reject" is their motto. Their points of view are suddenly facts and those of others are fiction.

The level of arroganceof the slave/god here surpasses any ordinary sense of superiority. These guys have a constant snicker going on inside represented by a perpetual smirk on their face. Bah!

I've come close to becoming 'these' people on several occasions and maybe I have. But each such occurrence makes me even more resolute about my convictions.

Well I do have a few words for these suckers : Get a life. Form opinions. Don't borrow them. Noone is perfect. And you definitely are NOT. At the same time, just because someone is not your ideal, he is NOT just another loser capable of nothing. Avoid being so predictable. If something impresses you, be inspired.. don't fuckin try to copy!!

I Duddit!

Abandoning the idea of writing a seemingly hortatory but rebarbative travelogue on my recent trip to Dandelli with my friends, I'd just like to say that this trip helped me immensely by giving me a much needed break from the SSDD routine. Awesome trip. Great Company. Feeling much better now.I feel good :D

Check out the pics here.

But before you leave, do read this poem that flashed my mind while staring at two pairs of fiery feline eyes probing us at night with only a 100 meters of forest ground seperating us..

The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake

Chuck Norris

Amar had passed on this link . I died laughing for the next half hour!! These are amazing one-liners about Chuck Norris.

My personal favourites:

One time in an airport a guy accidently called Chuck Norris "Chick Norris". He explained it was an honest mistake and apologized profusely. Chuck accepted his apology and politely signed an autograph. Nine months later, the guy's wife gave birth to a bearded baby. The guy knew exactly what had happened, and blames nobody but himself.

Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know when Chuck Norris is going to kill you.

If at first you don't succeed, you are obviously not Chuck Norris.

At birth, Chuck Norris came out feet first so he could roundhouse kick the doctor in the face. Nobody delivers Chuck Norris but Chuck Norris.

New Look!

Finally learnt a bit of html editing and changed the blog template. I think it looks too bloody sexy! :)
The text is a bit tough to read but i've seen worse.
Comments please... any tweaks you think would make it look better....