tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13356253607459513202024-03-13T15:51:54.514+05:30Ain't no country for old menMindlessless musing of a jobless boydeathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-5078550734165567182010-09-06T19:57:00.004+05:302010-09-06T20:03:08.385+05:30Song found :)Just found out that the violin song in badri (played by amisha patel) is l'estate presto vivaldi.<div>btw, it was not claimed as an original or something. just for info sake. grooveshark is amazing !</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S - It is apparently from the very famous - 'Four Seasons' album, l'estate translating to summer.</div><div>The 'spring' song in four seasons is quite well known. </div>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-32862175923572419522008-06-01T18:55:00.001+05:302008-06-01T18:57:15.980+05:30DeathReverend pseud putter is dead.deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-82125859234328810212008-04-20T23:21:00.003+05:302008-04-24T21:41:41.904+05:30A cult classic called Johnny<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/SAuTvtoN5OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SSRLTAuC1hQ/s1600-h/200px-Johnnyposter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/SAuTvtoN5OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SSRLTAuC1hQ/s320/200px-Johnnyposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191405443386041570" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-20803802782275739132008-03-06T13:53:00.000+05:302008-03-06T14:08:11.953+05:30Scarborough fair"Scarborough fair' is an English folk song dating back to late medieval times, when the seaside resort of Scarborough was an important venue for tradesmen from all over England.<br /><br />The following lyrics comprise most of the more well-known verses as they are commonly sung.<br /><br />Are you going to Scarborough Fair?<br />Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme<br />Remember me to one who lives there<br />For once she was a true love of mine.<br /><br />The narrator of the song is a man who was jilted by his lover. Although dealing with the paradoxes he sees himself posed to in a very subtle and poetic manner, this was a folk song and not written by nobles. The courtly ideal of romantic love in the middle ages, practised by knights and noblemen, was loving a lady and adoring her from a distance, in a very detached manner. There was hardly a dream and sometimes not even a wish that such love could ever be answered.<br /><br />The writer goes on to assign his true love impossible tasks, to try and explain to her that love sometimes requires doing things which seem downright impossible on the face of it. The singer is asking his love to do the impossible, and then come back to him and ask for his hand. This is a highly unusual suggestion, because in those days it was a grave faux-pas to people from all walks of life for a lady to ask for a man's hand. Yet it fits in well with the rest of the lyrics, as nothing seems to be impossible in the song.<br /><br />The article is an excerpt picked up from <a href="http://www.geocities.com/paris/villa/3895/#a2">here</a>.<br /><br />A version of the song by ' Simon and Garfunkel' is here.<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" FlashVars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lp52byh2Y-9SbvNmLyVXZ0N3bo5CN4Mnb/Simon%2520and%2520Garfunkel%2520-%2520Scarborough%2520fair%252CCanticle.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" ></embed>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-80059058783739552462008-03-05T17:52:00.000+05:302008-03-05T17:53:06.608+05:30Way to go Paapi !<embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-2775633097822907989&hl=en" flashvars=""> </embed>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-17570825756347856402008-03-04T08:54:00.002+05:302008-05-02T00:47:27.986+05:30On 'moments'Scene 1 :Everyday to myself :<br /><br />I want to get out college as quickly as possible.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because if I go into the world outside, seems like I will have a better life.<br /><br />Scene 2: Today, again to myself:<br /><br />I am free. Got nothing to do. Have some work tomorrow. I am listening to <a href="http://www.u2.com/">U2</a> .<br /><br />Wait,I don't really feel like running away from this place. This place isnt so bad.<br /><br /><br />Corollary - [:P]<br /><br />Moments like the latter for me are few and far spaced. But I have come to realize these are the very few moments I <span style="font-style: italic;">live </span>life , not spent in dream-designing it.<br /><br />Yeah the future is all lit up and shiny , but you will have your share of blows wherever you go. Only that from a distance it all seems bright and attractive. In this frantic run towards that glowing dot in the dark somewhere far away called 'bright future' , the journey always seems painful, because it is keeping you away from that dream world.<br /><br />Took me 20 years to know that the so called 'destiny' is an only an illusion and the closer we move the farther it seems to go. Ultimately living life boils down to the tedious journey through this forest called hope in search of this so called 'bright future'.<br /><br />And today, amidst the usual ruckus in my mind, for a moment in this redundancy , I stopped, looked around and felt content. I thought , well I think things are okay as they are now. This I think is a moment to cherish. The moment. When the journey, not the destination, the journey itself seems worth cherishing.<br /><br />Whatever bright <span style="font-style: italic;">future</span> means, try having a bright <span style="font-style: italic;">present.</span>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-79194971772788076802008-02-29T00:19:00.000+05:302008-02-29T00:23:04.299+05:30On why Arun is studBecause he doesnt advertise his studness by writing blogs on the excuse of 'enlightening people'.deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-188933613160062462008-02-29T00:14:00.000+05:302008-02-29T00:18:13.906+05:30On why I like DhoniBecause he doesnt care about you or me or this bullshit called blog. Precisely.deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-69375659181462559102008-01-30T21:51:00.000+05:302008-01-31T17:22:57.838+05:30The Saarang that was<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R6Cmgbr7SCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSRArp0f1zI/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R6Cmgbr7SCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSRArp0f1zI/s320/DSC01597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161308249084610594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R6CnSbr7SEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1GVyEEo4vv0/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R6CnSbr7SEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1GVyEEo4vv0/s320/DSC01435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161309108078069826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R6Cnjrr7SFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TL_FpKAC1fc/s1600-h/DSC04025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R6Cnjrr7SFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TL_FpKAC1fc/s320/DSC04025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161309404430813266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> I was sitting by the side of the stage at the Open Air Theatre [OAT] with the audience swaying and Karthik on a roll. A security volunteer comes up to me and asks if could understand Hindi. I said yes. He asked me 'how come you are sitting still when Karthik is singing 'Baar baar dekho' just a few metres away, on 50,000 watt sound?' It was then that I realized I was too happy to move. But then what I was really thinking about was a guy named 'Infinity', a facilities volunteer, who desperately wanted to watch the show, but was sitting somewhere else, lonely and proud.<br /><br /> I really felt guilty about having to send him away and the moment I asked him to go stand guard for some equipment outside OAT, he obeyed with such military precision that it only doubled my guilt. So there I was sitting on the well near the stage thinking of all the guys like 'Infinity' who for the sake of the bigger cause were doing things which could have been avoided by proper planning of coordinators, who knew this fact, but still worked drawing enthusiasm from the thin Saarang air. Suddenly all the things we [coordinators] did, all the things we sacrificed looked very miniature in the light of this guy whose effort was so pure, unbiased and colossal in magnitude. I asked that particular security volunteer who was keeping guard at the VIP gate to join the crowd and that I would substitute him at the gate. He looked interested at the possibility but promptly said no and resumed duties.<br /><br /> People were ecstatic. Sounds were blaring. Coordinators had light in their eyes. Core members were hysteric. And I was too happy to move.<br /><br />All through my IIT life, I always heard about people talking about something called 'The Spirit of Saarang' . On that particular day somewhere in the series of events I felt it. The spirit of Saarang. It was more deeply rooted and more strongly felt than anything I came across ever in my life.<br /><br /> Saarang, we salute you.deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-13708799386630797962008-01-16T19:27:00.001+05:302008-01-16T21:50:20.177+05:30Jeremy Spoke in class today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R44nC6ZdgqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Q0ZOd5eK0rE/s1600-h/Jeremy2005SteeleShepherd-AllRightsReserverd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R44nC6ZdgqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Q0ZOd5eK0rE/s320/Jeremy2005SteeleShepherd-AllRightsReserverd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156101554375066274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Extract from Wiki article<br /><br />"<b>Jeremy</b>" is the third single from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pearl_Jam" title="Pearl Jam">Pearl Jam</a>'s debut album, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ten_%28Pearl_Jam_album%29" title="Ten (Pearl Jam album)">Ten</a></i>.The song especially gained notoriety by the way of its music video (directed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Pellington" title="Mark Pellington">Mark Pellington</a> and released in 1992), which was put into heavy rotation by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV" title="MTV">MTV</a> and became a huge hit. In 1993, the "Jeremy" video was awarded four <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Video_Music_Awards" title="MTV Video Music Awards">MTV Video Music Awards</a>, including Best Video of the Year.<br /><p>The song takes its main inspiration from a newspaper article about a 15-year-old boy named Jeremy Wade Delle, born <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_10" title="February 10">February 10</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1975" title="1975">1975</a>, from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richardson%2C_Texas" title="Richardson, Texas">Richardson</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas" title="Texas">Texas</a> who shot himself in front of his English class in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richardson_High_School" title="Richardson High School">Richardson High School</a> on the morning of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/January_8" title="January 8">January 8</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991" title="1991">1991</a> at about 9:45 am. Delle was described by schoolmates as "real quiet" and known for "acting sad." After coming in to class late that morning, Delle was told to get an admittance slip from the school office. He left the classroom, and returned with a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/.357_Magnum" title=".357 Magnum">.357 Magnum</a> revolver. Delle walked to the front of the classroom, announced "Miss, I got what I really went for", put the barrel of the firearm in his mouth, and pulled the trigger before his teacher or classmates could react. A girl named Lisa Moore knew Jeremy from the in-school suspension program: "He and I would pass notes back and forth and he would talk about life and stuff," she said. "He signed all of his notes, 'Write back.' But on Monday he wrote, 'Later days.' I didn't know what to make of it. But I never thought this would happen."</p> <p>When asked about the song, Pearl Jam frontman <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Vedder" title="Eddie Vedder">Eddie Vedder</a> explained:</p> <table style="border-style: none; margin: auto; border-collapse: collapse; background-color: transparent;" class="cquote"><tbody><tr><td style="padding: 10px; color: rgb(178, 183, 242); font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" valign="top" width="20"><br /></td> <td style="padding: 4px 10px;" valign="top">It came from a small paragraph in a paper which means you kill yourself and you make a big old sacrifice and try to get your revenge. That all you're gonna end up with is a paragraph in a newspaper. Sixty-three degrees and cloudy in a suburban neighborhood. That's the beginning of the video and that's the same thing is that in the end, it does nothing … nothing changes. The world goes on and you're gone. The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself. Be stronger than those people. And then you can come back.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>After "Jeremy", Pearl Jam backed away from making music videos. The band did not release another video until 1998's "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_the_Evolution" title="Do the Evolution">Do the Evolution</a>", which was entirely animated.</p> <p>In 1996, a shooting occurred at Frontier Junior High School in Moses Lake, Washington that left 3 dead and a fourth injured. The shooter, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barry_Loukaitis" title="Barry Loukaitis">Barry Loukaitis</a> stated that he was influenced by the song.</p><br />The song has recurring<br /><br />Jeremy Spoke in class today<br />Jeremy Spoke in class today<br /><br />This soulful song from Pearl Jam remains one of my alltime favourites.<br />Bow to Pearl Jamdeathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-74582911435633093612008-01-10T00:41:00.000+05:302008-01-10T00:50:31.947+05:30Colours of IITMOh yeah, after all that sickness and desperation of waiting for it, it is finally here. Ladies and gentleman we present Saarang '08, the annual cultural festival of IIT Madras.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R4Ud8aZdgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wbKVnyupGOc/s1600-h/logo.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/R4Ud8aZdgmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wbKVnyupGOc/s320/logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153558272310870626" border="0" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-26443802781423186522007-08-28T22:49:00.001+05:302007-09-02T09:39:18.192+05:30Tada trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RtRdANx0sCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tWWqKC3OERQ/s1600-h/Picture+133.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RtRdANx0sCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tWWqKC3OERQ/s320/Picture+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103806535997632546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RtRcqNx0sBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lYdr_guPUf8/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RtRcqNx0sBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lYdr_guPUf8/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103806158040510482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RtRbtdx0sAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cXtMqjrQzes/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RtRbtdx0sAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cXtMqjrQzes/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103805114363457538" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-39624212475442190762007-07-18T18:08:00.000+05:302007-07-22T17:21:17.570+05:30EugenicsEugenics is a social philosophy which advocates the improvement of human hereditary traits through various forms of intervention.The goals of various groups advocating eugenics have included the creation of healthier, more intelligent people, to save society's resources, and lessen human suffering, as well as desires to breed for optimal qualities.<br /> Galton, a cousin of Dalton, first sketched out his theory in the 1865 article "Hereditary Talent and Character", then elaborated it further in his 1869 book Hereditary Genius. He began by studying the way in which human intellectual, moral, and personality traits tended to run in families. Galton's basic argument was that "genius" and "talent" were hereditary traits in humans (although neither he nor Darwin yet had a working model of this type of heredity). He concluded that, since one could use artificial selection to exaggerate traits in other animals, one could expect similar results when applying such models to humans. As he wrote in the introduction to Hereditary Genius:<br /><br /> I propose to show in this book that a man's natural abilities are derived by inheritance, under exactly the same limitations as are the form and physical features of the whole organic world. Consequently, as it is easy, notwithstanding those limitations, to obtain by careful selection a permanent breed of dogs or horses gifted with peculiar powers of running, or of doing anything else, so it would be quite practicable to produce a highly-gifted race of men by judicious marriages during several consecutive generations.deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-79390914476462312632007-07-13T18:31:00.001+05:302007-07-13T18:40:49.903+05:30Village blues<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd5OQ0_0yI/AAAAAAAAADU/4_36_mtPQWw/s1600-h/DSCN2405.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd5OQ0_0yI/AAAAAAAAADU/4_36_mtPQWw/s320/DSCN2405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086667590080647970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd4MQ0_0xI/AAAAAAAAADM/_QG00aAPDJ0/s1600-h/DSCN2414.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd4MQ0_0xI/AAAAAAAAADM/_QG00aAPDJ0/s320/DSCN2414.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086666456209281810" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-70156265919703599382007-07-13T18:24:00.000+05:302007-07-13T18:28:55.683+05:30sunrise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd2tw0_0vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TGa7aeqwuRI/s1600-h/DSCN2473.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd2tw0_0vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TGa7aeqwuRI/s320/DSCN2473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086664832711643890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd2uA0_0wI/AAAAAAAAADE/O9IGS8QK_E4/s1600-h/DSCN2489.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd2uA0_0wI/AAAAAAAAADE/O9IGS8QK_E4/s320/DSCN2489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086664837006611202" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-61938276996604551812007-07-13T18:19:00.000+05:302007-07-13T18:24:04.721+05:30My cam and/or me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd1Wg0_0uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UiYAoXpG77Q/s1600-h/DSCN2509.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rpd1Wg0_0uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UiYAoXpG77Q/s320/DSCN2509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086663333768057570" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-44533753364992368582007-07-12T20:47:00.001+05:302007-07-12T20:49:15.686+05:30deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-53437137339697216542007-07-12T20:09:00.000+05:302007-07-12T20:12:00.786+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpY9qg0_0tI/AAAAAAAAACs/QiDRDExW56Y/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpY9qg0_0tI/AAAAAAAAACs/QiDRDExW56Y/s320/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320629737575122" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-87263231226503300892007-07-12T20:06:00.000+05:302007-07-12T20:09:32.422+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpY80A0_0sI/AAAAAAAAACk/4uUk8S0U3rU/s1600-h/Picture+231.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpY80A0_0sI/AAAAAAAAACk/4uUk8S0U3rU/s320/Picture+231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086319693434704578" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-36106238107260474182007-07-12T20:04:00.000+05:302007-07-12T20:06:17.627+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpY8UQ0_0rI/AAAAAAAAACc/l8wdZM88baQ/s1600-h/Picture+493.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpY8UQ0_0rI/AAAAAAAAACc/l8wdZM88baQ/s320/Picture+493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086319147973857970" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-27917774215742606182007-07-12T17:11:00.000+05:302007-07-12T17:15:09.938+05:30Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpYUOw0_0qI/AAAAAAAAACU/-3ju7YXotNs/s1600-h/37273554.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpYUOw0_0qI/AAAAAAAAACU/-3ju7YXotNs/s320/37273554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086275073019466402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpYT0g0_0pI/AAAAAAAAACM/cDNTENwRxGo/s1600-h/37273554.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RpYT0g0_0pI/AAAAAAAAACM/cDNTENwRxGo/s320/37273554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086274622047900306" border="0" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-36571322652006253152007-06-30T19:33:00.000+05:302007-07-23T18:37:33.967+05:30Meeting Mr.DeathAfter reading this article you might feel that 'This is what happens when internet is provided without discretion. Each fellow vomits his baseless whims on everybody around. Messy internet. Really.'<br />Anyway, simply put, I have a message to deliver and I am sure that with my limited resources of strength and will , I would not be able to put it across. So, death is the idea. For the same reasons [lack of strength and will], I cannot push myself to such an extreme step.<br />So, chance. I only have one hope. Chance.<br />So, Someone strangles me to death. Makes it look like a suicide. And I have a note in my pocket which says ' I hate my DNA'<br />Thats my perfect idea of death<br /><br />The ocean will be just as blue<br />The earth will be just as red<br />A handful of pills to myself<br />And the world will be cleaner than what it was<br /><br />Disclaimer: This article has been conceived by a part of me and has no bearing whatsoever on the rest of myselfdeathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-49705853016209983482007-06-12T18:16:00.000+05:302007-07-03T14:36:17.828+05:30The way I am<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-h0GGKpNI/AAAAAAAAABs/nMdvWw5_T0I/s1600-h/DSCN0857.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-h0GGKpNI/AAAAAAAAABs/nMdvWw5_T0I/s320/DSCN0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075453221431583954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-hdmGKpMI/AAAAAAAAABk/YLMyyscS4Vs/s1600-h/Image%28207%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-hdmGKpMI/AAAAAAAAABk/YLMyyscS4Vs/s320/Image%28207%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075452834884527298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-hQGGKpLI/AAAAAAAAABc/7L0EziyNgas/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-hQGGKpLI/AAAAAAAAABc/7L0EziyNgas/s320/DSCN0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075452602956293298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-g82GKpKI/AAAAAAAAABU/qdf2gUD3kV0/s1600-h/ATgAAAB_TnpQcy7cARmYWBpNcDUiQ7gsptE5kqr_Bpzbp9zwQrKk9634VQOKL1mgfSR9P4OUXuxZHkgg_j00xTI4tVa_AJtU9VDOpCJTO2bfC1V04BVA_0cxrYtGZw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/Rm-g82GKpKI/AAAAAAAAABU/qdf2gUD3kV0/s320/ATgAAAB_TnpQcy7cARmYWBpNcDUiQ7gsptE5kqr_Bpzbp9zwQrKk9634VQOKL1mgfSR9P4OUXuxZHkgg_j00xTI4tVa_AJtU9VDOpCJTO2bfC1V04BVA_0cxrYtGZw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075452272243811490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So.. here goes...<br />If you cant read the whole thing, I am a 6/10 guy. On a long enough time scale and and wide enough area of concern. I mean avg. guy.You know why it is 6 and not 5.<br /><br />In detail...<br /><br />I am basically orthodox. The society I grew up can be held responsible. I just want to live like a sober born-in-a-town guy.<br />I am extremely reasonable. Kind of only good thing about myself, I feel.<br />With enough reason you can talk me into anything.<br />I am not extremely passionate about anything.<br />I am quite lazy most of the time.<br />Unconditional love , to me is unreasonable. So, I dont approve of it.<br />I am egotistic. So its ME always.<br />I am not good-looking most of the time.<br />I am not athletic. I dont have a superb build.<br />I often use people to my advantage.<br />I have become diplomatic. You will never know you have been cheated.<br />I have a wierd taste in many things. No, this not to put pseud. By weird,I mean bad.<br />I am a chauvinist.<br />Im understanding. But I am not caring.<br />I am not really the cool 'cho chweet' kind of lovable guy.<br /><br />All this about me as a person.<br /><br />Short list of all that I wanted to become in chronological order<br /><br />Music composer<br />scientist<br />Ulti engineer<br />Bass guitarist<br />writer<br />Professional programmer<br />professor<br />Film director<br />Management consultant<br />Photographer<br /><br /><br />That should have given you a good idea<br /><br />I hate<br /><br />First and foremost MYSELF ,<br />Girlish boys,<br />Female pop singers [Britney, madonna etc..]<br />Societal Restrictions<br />Unreasonable people<br /><br />I like<br /><br />All metal bands<br />My branch of study<br />Psychology<br />My cam<br />My wingmates<br />My hostel<br />Economics<br />Management<br />Photography<br />Imdb toppers<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I despise wishes<br />viz., Happy B'day. Good morning, Best of luck etc.<br />I have a reason.<br />These wishes have become a part of formal addressing.<br />They are no more felt.<br />How many times have you really<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">meant </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">a</span></span> birthday wish? I mean think about the wish, really pray for it. Just for a few seconds...<br />One or two times a year?? I am not even sure of that. But I wish about 100 times a year.<br />Respect, love or caring words like these should not come as a force of formality.<br />Since I dont really care about all the people around me, I find it embarrassing to wish them passively.<br />And I really feel an Archies card is no substitute for a few seconds' prayer.<br />Next time you buy a card. Spend time. Not money.deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-68671073137805914082007-04-28T17:09:00.000+05:302007-06-14T16:26:52.761+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RnEeEWGKpPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1VbjBkTcR3Y/s1600-h/DSCN0886.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RnEeEWGKpPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1VbjBkTcR3Y/s320/DSCN0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075871315023013106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMyk2NQjWI/AAAAAAAAABE/ginMkxmjWc0/s1600-h/DSCN0886.JPG"><br /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335625360745951320.post-86618180732595917312007-04-28T17:01:00.000+05:302007-04-28T17:06:13.589+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMxoWNQjVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AOLWsR4Rrms/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMxoWNQjVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AOLWsR4Rrms/s320/DSCN0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058441375692918098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMxWmNQjUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VA98_OhhZeU/s1600-h/DSCN0846.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMxWmNQjUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VA98_OhhZeU/s320/DSCN0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058441070750240066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMxLmNQjTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xZh-WMCcATk/s1600-h/DSCN0822.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMxLmNQjTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xZh-WMCcATk/s320/DSCN0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440881771679026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMw-mNQjSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6DuFKwG7uk8/s1600-h/DSCN0860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMw-mNQjSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6DuFKwG7uk8/s320/DSCN0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440658433379618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMw2WNQjRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gLbVfQjBPYE/s1600-h/DSCN0875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_skxIA-O9lB4/RjMw2WNQjRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gLbVfQjBPYE/s320/DSCN0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440516699458834" border="0" /></a>deathmetal124http://www.blogger.com/profile/01648315648704509821noreply@blogger.com1