ME!

I sit and stare at the wall all day long, craving for thoughts to think about. This blankness is killing me. When suddenly I visualise the wall turning into a holographic vacuum which sucks me into... this distant hallucination.


I set assail on my vessel of unchained-imagination for a journey which traces its path along the grey-matter in my head. Distant memories twist and turn around me, entrapping me into a helix of fantasy. My eyes implore me to gaze all around. That’s when I hear a voice, which sounds familiar… but I cant recognize it. It pulls me toward itself and as I move ahead, and I see all my failures and disappointments in life pass by. The horizon turns darker. Yet I trudge along in the darkness to seek this phantasmal voice, not knowing where it will lead me. Suddenly, I feel something cold touch me. I turn around to find myself staring into a pair of eyes which are none other than mine, but yet not mine. I see the other myself walk out of this mirror looking like an ashy shadow.


My breathing turns heavy, and I can see vapour condensing around my face each time I breathe out. That’s when the ghost speaks to me. It felt crazy to hear your own voice while you are too shocked to even open your mouth. "You know me right? I am you… Surprised…huh ? And do you know where you are? This is where you do all your thinking. Just look around ! You are killing me, the real you… the real me…Don’t loose yourself out there… to forget what is in here… your heart… my heart!!!" he said poking my chest with his finger. It let a chill down my spine… and I begin to run away… I run away from whom?…MYSELF. I trip over something and plunge into the COLD POOL OF SUPERFICIALITY I have been living in, all this while. I feel uneasy and struggle to stay afloat and gasp for air. That’s when I feel the familiar touch, which pulls me out of near death. And I see him smile as he crouches over me, smiles and then turns around and walks away saying, "There’s still time". I see him disappear in the darkness like a shadow.


I lie down and shut my eyes to get a grip over the things, which just happened. That’s when the familiar muzzy feeling takes me up once again. I feel something pierce my flesh, trying to suck my blood. I open my eyes and smack the god damned mosquito. And feel the warmth of my own blood smeared on my skin. God it feels to be alive! It sure does! Then why kill myself… then why kill him???


SAHIRR SETHHI

nobody likes you go home!

this is for all you people out there who openly steal(yes you know who im talking to) and "write" on precious blogs. the way of the blog is easy and cheap, write what you want and do whatever basically. its not so pathetic that we steal all the other ideas which other people use(well it is i just wanted you to momentarily feel good about yourselves) . tell you truthfully the next person who calls me a confused adolescent will get a sound thwacking. i m not confused i know exactly what i dislike, so do the rest of you. we all have ways of writing and spouting our fantastic creative juices. hence my short speech on stealing now ends. so hey bitches do your own thing whilst i spew trash from my never-ending stream of thoughts. if your name is shahvan kaikkobad youre already going to hell anyway. it seemed like fun to say that. theres a lot to this you know,not just laughing at the same joke again and again(i mean come on!! "as in copter" its genius!!) and so friends we move on to sociology the next hurdle in the road out of here. but in order to crush your spirits and hope you lead horrible lives all i want to say is nobody likes you go home!

siddhant (im really bored)

DARIUS MISTRY'S PROUD DISCOVERY OF THE DAY!

Colombia, South America.

Midday, in the depths of a jungle west of the Andes along a Pacific river. It is dark, hot, and dismal. Dusk never leaves the day below the tree canopy. Rainwater pools in huge, still leaves. A heavy atmosphere clings to the earth like a coiling miasma.

"Thwoop," breaks the silence as a poison dart hurtles from a blowgun to its target: a howler monkey secure on a lower branch of a tree towering a hundred feet above the rain forest floor. The dart penetrates the monkey's reddish fur, into her flesh and bloodstream. She falls, paralyzed, unable to breathe, and her heart fails.

The poison from the skin of the world's most poisonous known creature-the tiny, 1.5-inch, Golden Poison Frog (Phyllobates terribilis)-kills the monkey.

An average P. terribilis contains about one milligram of poison, which is enough to kill 10,000 mice-perhaps enough to kill 10 to 20 humans if the poison reaches their bloodstreams.

This extraordinarily lethal poison (a steroid alkaloid, called batrachotoxin) almost does not occur in nature. We have found this poison only among three poison frogs in Colombia and two poison birds in Papua, New Guinea.

The yellow frog stores the poison in skin glands, as do most frogs. Due to their poison, frogs taste awful to predators but P. terribilis' poison kills whatever eats it-except for a snake (Liophis epinephelus). This snake is resistant to the frog's poison but not immune.

"We fed one juvenile frog to a snake and the snake showed great distress and was rendered helpless for several hours," says John Daly, chief of the National Health Institute's bioorganic chemistry laboratory.

The poison frogs are perhaps the only creatures immune to this poison. The poison attacks the sodium channels of the cells. Through the ages, the clever frog has evolved special sodium channels that the poison can not harm.

Frogs normally have no occasion to eat their own poison but this frog is different. The frog apparently eats the same poison as his own but produced by some OTHER CREATURE. He eats the unknown creatures as we might eat shrimp or chicken: just standard food. Frogs grown in captivity, however, can't eat the same food and they are NOT poisonous. "All evidence indicates that such frogs obtain the poisons unchanged from some creature in their diet," says Daly.

"Thus, the high toxicity of P. terribilis appears due to consumption of an unknown mysterious small insect or other arthropod, which may truly be the most poisonous creature on Earth.

The Torture

Well well its socio eve again n i reely gotta study bt i feel bad cumin all d way here n not postin netin soo ill jus post the torture.the torture is a rap sorta thin id writen for a professor who taught us creative writing in mcm for three whole sundays at 8 in d fuckin mornin hw i attended the workshop dont ask d fuker taught us broadcastin or sumtin else as well bt who gives a fuck its not really applicable to our professors in college bt then again MAYBE it is.........

The Torture

To call him bad
Would be insulting the word
Id rather go fag
Than hear his gab

The motherfucker speaks
Like hes got ants in his pants
Who cares neways
The class could have him spanked

He looks like a spaniot
He talks like a greek
But hes a motherfuckin faggot
Wid even fewer teeth

He says a sentence links an
object to an action
Wat the fuck does he know
he probably has his own dick suctioned

Get outta here prick
teachin aint your thin
Go home to mama
shell probably teach you to sing

-u wld hav guessed who wrote dis by now owing to abusive
element in it bt still for the few who dont its by shahvan

NOW IM FEELING BAD...

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NOW IM JUST FEELING REALLY BAD.
CANT BELIEVE IM TAKEN SERIOUSLY JUST FOR BEING CHEEKY N STUPID.
IM SORRY IF I OFFENDED NE1 ELSE BESIDES THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY MISUNDERSTOOD ME.
BEST OF LUCH FOR THE SOICO PAPER AND ALL OTHERS.
-TANVI

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hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Of Saints and Sinners...

"You people have been chosen, to reveal our existance to the world. You will witness what happens here today and you will tell of it later. All eyes to the front!"

"Now you will recieve us! We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry! We do not want your tired and your sick! It is your evil that will be sucked by us! With every breath we shall hunt them down! Each day we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies! Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal...these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace! These are not polite suggestions! These are codes of behaviour! And those of you who ignore them shall pay the dearest cost! There are varying degrees of evil! We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the boundaries and cross over into true corruption, into our domain! But if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three! And on that day you will reap it! And we shall send you to whatever God you wish!"

"And shepards we shall be, for Thee, my LORD, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. And so we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be, In Nomini Patri, et Fili, Spiritus Sancti."

who the fuck is alice?

what was started off by moi as a blog for sharing precious holy knowledge has now become a shithole for incoherent ramblings of confused adolescents.
tanvi isnt too sad about it tho... she quite enjoys it.
but now she doesnt really know what the fuck to write about..
so she has decided to continue in third person till u get majorly mindfucked. also, once tanvi starts getting bored of her own blog entry, she will start abusing..
tanvi must warn u tht she is in a very wierd mood as she writes this blog. she is feeling bored, scared, frustrated and irritated all at the same time.
not to mention the usual gorgeous and narsisstic.
so tanvi's ecs paper was ok.. sometimes tanvi wonders what ppl r gonna do once the exams r over. they wont have nethign to blog about. but no worries. the tanvi-heli sex fantasy and soft porn at the airport jokes will never cease to be.
thats the order of the day.
crack a joke, laugh... crack the same joke a zillion times, still laugh liek u did the 1st time.
tanvi like the simple life these ppl live.
no tension.
no worries.
even if they do, who the fuck cares.
who the fuckin hell gives a tiny fuckin rats bullshit ass.
no one even fuckin cares if ne1 got a bamboo up their fuckin ass..
how would it fuckin matter to any fucking person whether this fuckall place is filled with shitloads of crappy bullcrap or fuckin shit.
who the fuck gives a shit?
tanvi thinks every1 has gotten the point of the last 5 sentences and deeply regrets the presence of the teeny tiny non functional fuck show brain of those who dint.
ola!
(one might wonder how the title is related to the content of the blog.. but the minute one gets that thot, one must shove it up thy place where it mite hurt cuz tanvi need not give no one no explaination.)

(tanvi deeply regrets if ne1 felt hurt by the contents of this blog.
they were meant for fun only n if u were left feeling sad.. making that cute little pout so i say aww.... go get a bamboo up the ass)

ola once more!

wat life does to u sometimes..-rOsHnEe

ok.. i dont understand, i have exams, i gotta study, i know that.. u know that but there is this crackpot contraption doin the ringa ding ding in my head..saying silly things neverthless we have sociology tommo. which i know im gonna flunk. no offence but come on ya she flunked wat more than half her class last yr.. and yeah i donno its a childhood glitch dat i tend to stand out in front of teachers more often than not in bad light.. so here i am knowing im gonna have to give a kt and yet i know relentlessly ill study at nite..stay up till 4 and then puke in da morning.. coz from bachpan se that voice in my head (i wonder y but it sounds like my ma..and sometimes i feel its not that much inside my head as above it) keeps breeding guilt in my head before any stoopid exam.. its so bad that sometinmes ppl ask me questions like wats that thing on your nose then also i get all nervous..
anywhooo moving bak to my mentally and morally challenging debate of whether or not i shud not study yet another day... so then here i am caught between my cat napping mind, groggy face and ill-slap-u-if-u-come-near-me attitude and a stoopid sociology examm...
by da way wat in jlifhdasuihf is sociology about anyway?? i mean WHYYY would i give half a hippoz ass if people got whacko and started dancing da hoolaa hoolaa nookaa wooka amba wamba?? mass behaviour..!!! ill show themmm mass behavior.!!!!!!!!
ok i dont see the point of this blog anyway coz im gettin thoda senti..and haven't yet and will not come to a conclusion to this heart wrenching crisis that is my life.. da universe poses many questions... any answers to mine???

-rOsH (on my road to insanity)

how to effectively communicate how pointless this is.

good morning good morning.....well come to class...im on the blog kick.....im thinking fast....(it rhymes what a fluke!)...anyway i decided when it comes to blogging im going to ignore normal sentence construction and stick with ma dots....they cute arent they the dots.....no this is not another fear and loathing but dont worry more of those are yet to come...till then your brains can come out of the bunker i ll assault them later with pointless mindless sentances...todays topic of discussion how effective is my communication???? theres no way to ascertain that hence i will continue to ramble about how i dont get why we wasted our time learning how to effectively communicate...firstly id like to say nothing against vinita matthew good person etc...(im no sycophant trust me!) secondly and far more vociferously ecs blows!!! it was such a waste of precious time wasting time!!(meaning time for us to waste time)but im telling you things you already know so whatever...study hard for your precious little ecs exam.....rememeber there are many things that the age's wisdom can teach us.i shall list a few....it is unwise to name your child anything related to hitler,stalin or mussolini or all three at the same time (imagine the poor bastard named stalin hitler mussolini!!!)......eat good food,exercise,stay fit and die anway!!(yes its cruel isnt it?) always remember to tip your barber (as he's got the blade next time and boy will you be sorry)....remember to always not sleep on your back when your pissed drunk(in case you need to puke so you dont choke on your own vomit and die...funny? ask jimi hendrix how funny it was!!) also never go tripping unless your locked safely in a room(you ll get to taste the colour of the wall!!) theres very little else i can offer you along the lines of sheer lunacy of the imagination(actually i dont want to cause im smarter than you all...hahahaha!!) yes i am that concieted and vain....i made up half this crap just now...and the other half of crap was simply stolen...and continuing upon how pointless this whole wretched sprawl of letters is....i have learnt in my short lifespan of ignorance and boredom that variety is the spice of life...randomity is the best creativity and pretty much turning things on their heads(especially convention and conforming assholes!!) why do we communicate? why on earth do we have a blog? its to experiment and learn to communicate better...with well us the people that evaluate each other best? to tell you the truth i ve learnt more about effective communication by rambling a lot over here in 3 days...its effective beacuse trying to use styles of writing im not used to has made my real knowledge a whole lot better....what the fuck!!! we learnt semthing from this!!! damn i hate this crap!!!i made sense!!! bah to hell with it i know what i want to effectively communicate to a lot of people this week....hey !@@#$!#$#!@$#@!%@#%#%..... pretty clear and effective isnt it?


siddhant (boredom and insanity drive me forth....so deal with it)

venting out....

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Sahirr

POST UR NAMES!

ALL U MORONS PLEASE POST UR NAMES AT THE END OF UR BLOG... HOW IS EVERYONE SUPPOSE KNOW WHO HAS POSTED A NEW ENTRY...
SHIT MAN.. USE SOME COMMON SENSE.!
fyi this is tanvi..

fmc-- Fucked My Chances of passing

The royal philharmonic orhestras SYMPHONIC ROCK.....Its one album dat actually blows u away....especially after your first paper....n for toppings ur first paper for which u havent studied shit....bt u still mangage to get to the end of it by lies n deciet (feels cool to make it sound like a conspiracy).well for most part of d paper all i did was look at people around askin dem hw dey were doin wat a fukhead they mustve thought...it aint my fault i felt too lazy to study a day before my exam now is it???ahhh wen will there be justice for lazy fuckers like me..im sooo worn out wavin to people i dont even have the strength to put in punctuation marks soo i guess dese dots'll have to do..actually it makes u feel quite smart in a wierd sorta way goin to an exam totally unprepared n still finishin d paper n even better hopin to make it (not bad eh!) *pats himself on the back* nw for more interesting news well i bought this symphonic rock cd to congragtulate myself for...............nothing at all............bt i still bought it and boy am i glad i did.been visitin crossword quite frequently lately its a nice place to hang or chill in cafe moche and ofcourse if u feel like readin u can do dat too(dint know abt d last one hehe)..neways iv written an awful lot for sum1 just bak from his first exam soo im gonna go bak to doin wat i do best eatin n sleepin WAT A LIFE!!!!

Exam Eve - one event every1 wants to miss bt cant i try my best though

Man u gotta read dis book titled Jim morrison by stephen davis..just wen i thought i knew all abt him i got dis book n realised i wasnt even 20% cloose to d actual him..d way i see it If there ever was a true Legend it had to be Jim morrison.Neways exams round the corner....actually theyre tomorrow(not much of a corner).Bt im at a dead end iv actually forgotten how to study.Just finished makin my short film....it feels great to see ur hardwork paying off especially if its the onle time youve worked in all your life.
-shahvan

shit shit shit..

well one thing has been firmly established..
this blog has become everyones emotional outlet for tension and/or frustration

but atleast we have the team spirit going good...

we all know... that if we go down....
every1 is going down with us!

and that highly inspirational thought is taking us thru this eve before the exam( actually its now roughly arnd 7 hrs b4 the exam)

major screwing is happening....( no dont get excited...i knwo what ur thinking...... it was just a FUCKING PLAY! we arent gonna make out or nething! )

1 handout n all is good....

scary shit happening..
screwed.
wish tht death came.
no energy for full sentences.

ola.
tanvi.
failing.
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fear and loathing before the exams

its kewl men.....thats what reverberates in ma heid....i take a sip of brandy and say to myself im flunking fmc...the gods be staring down my fate and laughing....i cant even use them punctuations no more...the dots between sentaces are enough...damnation this blows cant figure these notes..who knows? Hate..... frustration.......blah de blah ......manufacture my consent chomsky....take that medium and get me a massage mcluhan....im cool bor im cool...itsd nice to know youre fate is sealed...im cool calm like a lot of other things making random incoherent statements...its fear and loathing time people, a title borrowed from hunter .s thompson a gonzo journalist of the highest order...i emulate him today to make the madness fun....basically the way i see...i will pass by the cows grazing on other cows...yes the cannibal cows...thats inspirational...i mean an exam with a cow that eats cows in your head...this is the point when the ninja paintball warriors attack cabs with purple licence plates (fashionable in bihar mind you)...it just so happens i was in one...and was mobbed with green and yellow pellets of hard paint....it hurt a little since i lost all feeling in a mind-numbing session trying to figure out indian politics(i really lost after the exampke with the upa and....well whatvever) well i figure since i have this yellow and green look about me i decide to scare little children and in the process, was attacked by annoyed monkeys...i got some water bottles from the school going tots but then an angry baboon got me from behind followed by the mokeys...its not fair i was gonna sell that pokemon bottle for good money they sell well in thailand....but alas! the monkeys got it....it was at this point i sold my soul to the devil so i could get change for my cab....i mean the dogs never ahve change...did you notice that....so my trance trip powered by hallucinogens and meetha paan ended(yes even the acid was over) and i found myself pissing on the wilson foundation plate....yes it was happy 5 minute cab ride to college...and it was an even better day cause we had mass comm exam....this was all so so politically incorrect(ironic eh?) well that was a tale of fear and loathing maybe you learnt somehting(im sure you didnt).....whats the worst thing an exam can do ?..ruin your life and make you a loser...please so yesterday!!!! read hunter s thompson and blow up a third world country....till then send me a conspiracy theories and i ll give you gold....take an acid induced trip through your concious mind and send me a post card!! i hope i messed with you enough....no worries

siddhant

the journey

its some simple dribble but im sure someone will get it...


The Journey

The road remains open; you walk your way and keep going. Some may choose other means of transport and go other ways. Where do we all go? We say life calls us out, into the open fields, into the city streets, into the mountains and into the jungles. Just keep walking they tell you, stop for nothing they say and you do what is asked because its life. The mind is made of such great stuff such great power but what do we really know about our minds anyway? It’s a never-ending stream of thought and innovation that makes humanity seem to be everything on this earth and all other things seem secondary.
We are but part of the great cycle the existence, the destiny and most of all, the dream. The world is full of so many people, who find different meanings and different perspectives. It’s so hard to be a human being and not believe in a god, or believe in a life force that makes it all work. But if you don’t, you need to believe in something else. The theory that makes life what it is is no easy one to come up with. Maybe, there is something out there that controls us, but maybe not seems like a better option. To be wise in a world of chaos takes great patience and wide eyes with an open mind to boot. What we see is not what we get and nothing will ever stay the same, so why should we? What if the wisdom of the earth itself keeps all the answers to humanity’s many questions? What if wisdom is the only purpose of being? Imagine the earth’s great history as one big story and we are just another chapter in it. We add to the earth’s wisdom and she adds something to us, a sense of being.
Our souls could be the answer to all our problems. I haven’t seen mine but I’m sure it’s nice. Re-incarnation is something that is felt more than thought about. Sometimes it seems unreal but I feel a deep sense of nostalgia in ancient places but I have never been there before. I feel like an old soul in a young body waiting to connect with my world that I have forgotten. Sometimes these things creep into our minds but we always seem to know what’s right. Sometimes we meet other souls who have been linked strongly with us before and we remember them and they seem to call out to us. We all seem indefinitely bound together and maybe when all the souls collect and make a great soul again maybe that’s the end of meaning.
All these things are well and good, maybe they are right maybe they are wrong but it just leads us to believe why are we here? The truth about humanity is that the quest is always for the answer but that answer always leads to more questions, maybe we are just looking for more questions to make the world seem easier to exist in. Running around finding the answer and finding work as means of purpose just diverts us from life itself. Always look out your window when you travel in any vehicle and keep your eyes wandering whilst you walk. Let your mind soar amongst the stars and never let it stop imagining. Keep asking yourself questions about life but you may already have the answers. Why worry about things you can never control? Just do what it is you always do. The journey never began and the journey will never end, just look out your window cause that’s life.


by siddhant (yes yes!!!)

BMM Ramblings - Darius Mistry

So I am told a BMM student is supposed to think out of the box? Try new "things"?
*sigh*
Read on, dear readers about the trials and tribulations of this individual...(dated a while back)


DARIUS MISTRY'S PROUD DISCOVERY OF THE DAY!

So I'm taking a nice long shower after a rather long game of basketball downstairs. I had applied a bit of oil awhile back on my hair, and I needed to wash it off now.
I use the shampoo that the Taj Hotels have in every room. Nice stuff. How I got hold of it is a story too. My uncle was visiting and was staying there, and being the cool guy he is, he took the liberty of raiding the bathrooms on his last day and packing no less than 12 small shampoo bottles, 10 soaps, 5 razors with a packet of Gillette shaving cream inside each packet....nice haul it was! I've been using those shampoos ever since.
But I'm changing the topic. Right. So I'm in there lathering up the shampoo in my soapy hands and I begin massaging it in my hair. At that point,a rather familiar smell crept to my nose. At first I couldn't believe it...I laughed at first...
I Wouldn't believe it!!
But it was true...somehow miraculously, when the soap and shampoo and water and the little oil on my hair mixed, it created a soapy foam that smelt EXACTLY like a cool Kingfisher Mild BEER!!
And I mean exactly!!!
How bout that huh?



Edit: In a move that speaks volumes about his boredom, and unpredictable character, the Mad Scientist in this dashing young nineteen year old took over, as he attempted to make the Beer solution again in a mug.
Sketchy reports are now coming in that the operation ended in complete and miserable failure, and all that was accomplished was the shameless and completely unnecessary destruction of a perfectly good soap.

Ola FYBMM-ites!!

Hey everyone!

I thought it wud b kinda cool to start a blog of our own... the FYBMM class of Wilson College...

As obvious as it has become, every single person in the class has LOVED,beyond anything else, our visit to khopoli and is posting their very own tryst with the place on their own blogs.
so i figured y not share n hv fun?

this blog is open to all BMM wilsonites to post on and others to view.
U r welcome to post whatever the frickin hell u want..(even bitchin abt a certain mr. course co-ordinator who has burderned us with shitloads of study material)
so all i have to say is "cut loose"!!!!

So keep em coming...

ola everyone..!
tanvi!