i found these funny.
do you?
Archive for 2007
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The Times of India has a ridiculous supplement:the Bangalore Times which is filled with the crappiest of news articles. Is it of any genuine importance or value to anyone as to who is breaking up with who, and who is going out with who, which actress has recently lost oodles and oodles of weight for which movie and who is pregnant with whose kid. I must say, there are far worse issues at hand than some fashion faux pas.
i recently saw the 'hinglish' movie 'page 3', and it is a definite eye-opener. It reveals the mind-numbing, brain-dead activities that celebrities indulge in. How pathetic. It could almost induce catharsis. The obsession with appearances has transcended into the extreme and fanatical. plastic surgeries, botox injections, face lifts everywhere.Nobody knows how old anyone actually is anymore. which is kind of the point. Does real beauty and charm have no value anymore?
Of course not. But, you knew that. didnt you?
There was an India Today issue about teens and tweens going to parlours and blowing big bucks on 'improving' themselves. For what? Boyfriends? Crushes? Well, boo-frickin-hoo. (That's my favourite phrase from this book that i'm currently reading:Sloppy Firsts-Megan McCafferty.) I understand that their love lifes are so important to their self-esteem and contributes to their social status, but this is going too far. Then again, maybe it is a manifestation of adolescent and prepubescent angst.
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our railway station in bangalore is both gross and hip. on the one hand, there are wonderful steel dustbins, excellent lighting, computerised ticket-purchasing, top-notch restaurants and whatnot. at least, more or less. but the sad part is, that people refuse to maintain it that way. buggers. they are completely comfortable with throwing banana peels and wrappers right where they are standing when the dustbin is less than five feet away.
what is that? be he/she rich/poor, they are all alike. all without the innate sense of cleanliness. or maybe, they all keep their houses neat. after all, it is just a public place. why bother? hypocrites. dont they have a conscience at all? it is so repulsive to see people spit and pee, and do other obnoxious activities without the slightest sense of shame or regret. and then, they wanna be cool. dress nicely, eat in fancy places, shop till they drop. i'm talking about the educated ones. the ones who claim to be in the midst of everything happening. but, the basic sense of public hygiene is lacking. they may be nice people, they may be very nice people, no denying that, but thet're dirty.
and then, everyone blames the government. the classic example of refusing to take responsibility for your actions; determined not to acknowledge their shortcomings. well, its practically impossible for the government to hire agents to stalk each person to ensure that they do their bit to keep the environment safe and clan. i mean, is it too much to ask?
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The Pirates of the Caribbean movies are rather fascinating. Not because they
have Johnny Depp, although that is true, or Orlando Bloom, but because the
story has a strong origin regarding its plots and its characters which give an insight into pirate lore. Not to undermine their acting endeavours or anything. I think that Johnny Depp's depiction of Jack Sparrow is remarkable. He carries it off so well, i mean: his quirky ways, his ego, his accent and the pathetic running; he is adorable. The movies have such a deep story: Calypso, Davy Jones' locker, the 882 Aztec gold coins that have been cursed, and their implications.
The movies have a past, fantastical and yet, believable.
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Self-defence classes. An absolute must for everyone. male or female. but mostly female. for obvious reasons. Recently, i joined a community on orkut:Stop violence against women. A particular anonymous user, choosing to be anonymous for personal reasons, published a topic regarding the opinion of rapists. Claiming to fantasise about it, he firmly believed that it was partly the woman's fault, as well as these so-called male....uh, fantasies. What kills me, is that MR.ANONYMOUS has absolutely no respect for himself. and his male buddies. and his female counterparts. in a nutshell, the human race.
He has the nerve to say that women actually fantasise about getting raped..or whatever the sophisticated term for that is. Excuse me, MR. ANONYMOUS, but last i checked, a fantasy was something that people want to happen. not fear. Dumb arse. I might be a littlt judgemental and srtongly opiniated, but i refuse to condone or even acknowledge that rapists such as yourself, MR.ANONYMOUS attribute these serious personality flaws to women.
But, like my mother says, a pox on you.
u lowly you-know-whats. but she doesn't say this part.
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Sometimes, you just feel like you want to be a part of something larger, sometimes, u wish u were invisible and nobody would notice u. At least, i know i do. Why do we feel that way though? What circumstances do we face that make us wish so? Is it the way we deal with these situations or is it the situations themselves? I don't know. I really don't. And it frustrates me to not know. Because i want to. Ok, now i'm getting annoying.
It would be so much easier if we knew exactly what was going to happen when and where because u'd feel so much more at ease. Just the fact that u're not gonna be caught unawares, brings you an unexplainable relief. I just wish that were possible. Knowing what's gonna be next and preparing for that is much less a hassle than otherwise. I'm running out of things to say, so i'll shut up now. Bye.
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(picture courtesy:blank noise)
i think it's time i liven up this blog and forget about the entire concept of the x-men who, frankly, as much as i love them, are boring as hell.
let's talk about a current menace, a problem, no, not global warming, though that can be covered too, let's talk about eve-teasing.
There are loads of sex-starved, deranged, psychotic men who believe that the sole purpose of women's existence is to satisfy their fragmented souls and their base passions. They stoop to such low levels that it is creepy beyond measure. They'll do anything, these bastards, to have FUN. fun!!!!! more like abuse.
These men are serious perpetrators of injustice who deserve to suffer for their twisted thinking. Seriously, MEN like these are not men. They're bloody eco-villians. I think it'a time we call Captain Planet.
let's talk about a current menace, a problem, no, not global warming, though that can be covered too, let's talk about eve-teasing.
There are loads of sex-starved, deranged, psychotic men who believe that the sole purpose of women's existence is to satisfy their fragmented souls and their base passions. They stoop to such low levels that it is creepy beyond measure. They'll do anything, these bastards, to have FUN. fun!!!!! more like abuse.
These men are serious perpetrators of injustice who deserve to suffer for their twisted thinking. Seriously, MEN like these are not men. They're bloody eco-villians. I think it'a time we call Captain Planet.
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Watching......my thoughts swirl in my head,
my dreams turn to dust,
my hopes to despair,
and my fears magnified
at the thought of failure;
makes me marvel
at the thought of how despicable and ironic God's creation is,
considered to be God's greatest gift to Earth,
but, so weak, so afraid, and so alone.
The world at large,
looming in the distant horizon;
prospects of destruction or possible triumph,
kicking me in the face;
the mental exertion, unable to do what it is willed to do;
retain.
Strength and courage being the only strongholds of support,
the soul being the connection to the spirit world;
the only solace to what the body cannot possibly feel,
or even hope to imagine.
With a desire to excel, a burning passion to be undeafeated;
who can tell?
but time.
For time is, but a person,
like you and me.
