"Please do not refer to it with something so crass as getting high! All it does is enable us to go up say hi to the gods, have a cup of tea with a spot of milk and 3 not 2 but 3 cubes of sugar, and come back down."
- Aadithyan Mohan Kaniyamparambil
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Thursday, October 05, 2006
The Only Type of Men that I Fear : Women ;or Yes Dear.
Women are sweet, gentle, fragile and delicate,
And it is to the poor folls that believe it that this poem I dedicate.
Im not saying that theyre not all these things you see,
Its just that they are thses when it suits them to be.
When chauvanists say the world is theirs for the taking,
I think that they're just making decisions which they shouldnt be making.
What pray tell are they going to do,
When their wives find out and hits the fan the proverbial poo.
My friend didnt believe that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scourned',
Poor fellow, till yesterday it was for him that I mourned.
When men say that their not wrapped around any womans little finger,
They just wont acknowledge that they've already fallen hook, line and sinker.
For women have the ability to make men do that and this,
They can make a fat man into a natural contortonist.
Men too have the ability to make poeple do any sort of chore,
Lets just say that I respect women a whole lot more.
For I liken women to a volcano waiting to erupt,
If I refuse them I'm sure my end will be quite abrupt.
'The weaker sex' whoever it was that his phrase coined,
I would like very much to give a good kick in the groind.
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And it is to the poor folls that believe it that this poem I dedicate.
Im not saying that theyre not all these things you see,
Its just that they are thses when it suits them to be.
When chauvanists say the world is theirs for the taking,
I think that they're just making decisions which they shouldnt be making.
What pray tell are they going to do,
When their wives find out and hits the fan the proverbial poo.
My friend didnt believe that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scourned',
Poor fellow, till yesterday it was for him that I mourned.
When men say that their not wrapped around any womans little finger,
They just wont acknowledge that they've already fallen hook, line and sinker.
For women have the ability to make men do that and this,
They can make a fat man into a natural contortonist.
Men too have the ability to make poeple do any sort of chore,
Lets just say that I respect women a whole lot more.
For I liken women to a volcano waiting to erupt,
If I refuse them I'm sure my end will be quite abrupt.
'The weaker sex' whoever it was that his phrase coined,
I would like very much to give a good kick in the groind.
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God sent moments of creativity indeed.
Recently as soon as I got to M.C.C I ve been writing a lot of poetry. Those of you who know me might not think this vey surprising but for its really a shock that I can actually write poetry that people appreciate! Most of my poemsare in the classic Ogden Nash style of a-a, b-b. And now that I have enough of them I'll start posting them up now. So enjoy people and remember if you cant say anything nice dont say anything at all. Joking aside though your welcome to leave yur critique or impressions, in fact I would like it very much if you did.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Deep Stuff.
Honour isnt about making the right decisions,
Its about dealing with the consequences.
Quote from The FullMetal Alchemist.
Its about dealing with the consequences.
Quote from The FullMetal Alchemist.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Hark!! Here I am again!!
And so it begins again!! I am back from scaring children, making fools out of cocky assholes, plotting mass genocide and generally trying to take over the world. And mind you I was so close too, damn my consciense!!
At any rate, Im back to the writing game, dont blame me for being lame. The last couple of months have been quite hectic, coming to India and starting college here in Chennai at M.C.C. Its different as expected form my previous experiences with college life as to be expected but it is in itself a new experience which I will treasure, or come to treasure in the years that follow. Atleast Im pretty sure of that. (Like 50% .. naaah closer to .... yeah its about that much)
Hall life is the one thing that is so different here. There are rules and traditions that are atleast 150 years old and they are enforced and practised with an almost religious fervour. And then there is ofcourse the whole issue of seniors and juniors and the whole concept of ragging. After hearing stories from many different people about the ragging which I would endure which made the normally unflappable me shake in my size 13 boots. And now what 'ragging' I have seen and gone through is nothing compared to those stories which likened life in the halls to a nazi concentration camp.
Even what we do go through now is nothing, the seniors are all really good people ofcourse with their own few faults, but that is there anywhere. During the entire period of 'ragging', what is accomplished is them getting to know us better and that is all. And even with this some people who are too preideful to even fetch a bottle of water for someone senior to them have complained to the A.R.C (Anti-Ragging Comitee to you laymen) and have broken a lonf spell of no complaints thereby giving my entire batch a blackmark. They know who they are and what frightens them and should frighten them is that now we, their batchmates, know who they are. Afterall isnt it said that revenge is a dish best served cold. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA(evil laugh).
At any rate, Im back to the writing game, dont blame me for being lame. The last couple of months have been quite hectic, coming to India and starting college here in Chennai at M.C.C. Its different as expected form my previous experiences with college life as to be expected but it is in itself a new experience which I will treasure, or come to treasure in the years that follow. Atleast Im pretty sure of that. (Like 50% .. naaah closer to .... yeah its about that much)
Hall life is the one thing that is so different here. There are rules and traditions that are atleast 150 years old and they are enforced and practised with an almost religious fervour. And then there is ofcourse the whole issue of seniors and juniors and the whole concept of ragging. After hearing stories from many different people about the ragging which I would endure which made the normally unflappable me shake in my size 13 boots. And now what 'ragging' I have seen and gone through is nothing compared to those stories which likened life in the halls to a nazi concentration camp.
Even what we do go through now is nothing, the seniors are all really good people ofcourse with their own few faults, but that is there anywhere. During the entire period of 'ragging', what is accomplished is them getting to know us better and that is all. And even with this some people who are too preideful to even fetch a bottle of water for someone senior to them have complained to the A.R.C (Anti-Ragging Comitee to you laymen) and have broken a lonf spell of no complaints thereby giving my entire batch a blackmark. They know who they are and what frightens them and should frighten them is that now we, their batchmates, know who they are. Afterall isnt it said that revenge is a dish best served cold. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA(evil laugh).
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