WACKO.......and CRACKO

Ok...so I am back ....ready to crap once again.
This time its about ultra superficial mentality to become a psycho or a homicidal maniac (both of these jobs are fine as they both involve killing people).

So as I was lying on my bed thinking what to do next a sudden thought struck me (I was sleeping actually......just imagine). What if I could roam around freely and do anything that I want and never ever regret about it.......well it took me almost ten hours nearly to fabricate these thoughts and place them properly in the needed sections of my big 14.2 kg brain (if i knew the density...then i would certainly have calculated its mass.......guhahahaha). So there I was looking up at a helpless creature, a fly which got stuck onto the sticky web of a rather touchy spider (I heard it cry), and alas I figured out that I was completely getting diverted from my major topic of discussion......focus......focus......i donot want to end up typing another senseless piece of kadai chicken. So I thought about the financial securities and the things one would enjoy if he/she took up professional assassination (it includes killing people and earning money for killing...hurray i can by myself a meal). And so I decided. One fine day I would take up this call of density...chay....destiny.
I wasted the rest of my day at school and then in the last hour I got the pleasure of cold blooded murderous torture............yes.....I did it......I tortured a creature by random selection and assortment (I was sitting in a maths class during this time of the day....so you can guess.....if you cant then i cant help it.......read on). Now for the organism, it was just another bright sunny day when one aesthete atheist caught hold of him and tortured him/her by cutting his/hers limbs off. Then came of the head. Still the body didnt quit shaking. One last wack ....."CRUNNNCCHHH". Dead. Its dead. Haha.....hihi.....hehe..hahohohohahehi.......hu...hu......heh.
Now for the revelation of the organism. Unfortunately it was a six legged critter popularly known as 'ANT'. Anyways I enjoyed it (Its better than permutation and combination.....and no permutation is not associated with biology and combination is not a new country). 




As you see people....I tried to stick to the topic as much as I can but I just can't. Thoughts flow in like Nile. So this cannot be appreciated as another piece of masterful literature.

Heck...who cares, other than the ant community which has forcefully been deprived of its member (probably a 'gunda'.....the ant was black......i think).

And for those who have observed this carefully that i have not used any swear words in this blog, never fear. I have not been torn off my linguista literaria...........WHAT THE FUCK was that....???? Tadaa.........i just said a bad word. Please donot condemn me from this world.

Even stick figures are better than me.....................SAD
 

BLAH..LA...BLAH

Well..........this blog particularly means nothing as it has no interesting content nor anything which would satisfy any reader who wishes to find eternal bliss when he spots out rubbish in what others write.

Tadaa........what a meaningless sentence. 3 cheers for myself (I fall asleep.............wakes up after 32.56 minutes). Whaa........where am I..??? Oh yes the blog. I almost forgot. What..?? Almost...?? I forgot. Well if you have been reading the past few lines and is trying to find anything that may glorify your quest for literary consciousness.......then I'll have to say...."Sorry mate....better luck next time".

I desperately struggle to stay awake. At this point I'm thinking. All my previous thought processes were typed in brackets....then why not this one. I desperately ponder over the keyboard to find the bracket. Oops ...its gone. 

If you have had enough of rubbish.....you may click on any random link that may take you away from reading my stupendous blog. Hah. But wait. The urgency of readiness(irony meant) does not allow you to go. Now you think I'm a little cuckoo in the head. But hey....think again. I'm vulture in my head. Hah.

I wonder if you had enough. For those guys who read blogs from in between by selecting random paragraphs, I may have to warn you that if you donot read the blog from the beginning....you may not understand a single thing till now. But those who read it from the beginning, I congratulate as they try to figure out what the whole frigging blog is about.

Do I stop here. I give no hollow promises. I am neither Indian government nor Kerala government. Crap 'Kerala' is being underlined in small red dots depicting a spelling mistake. Bloody fool dictionary and Thesaurus. It contains the meanings of onomatopoeia, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, and  pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism. But hey no 'Kerala'...enna koppadey ithokke.............amedhyam.....shit

With these words I conclude my speech.....Thank you 

9 atm

All good things occasionally come to an end and yes the end just came.
After writing the bloody friggin icse boards and scoring a 92+ I thought all hardships was at an end….but no something else was at stake. And it was my mind. Now I’m trapped between things which lead to things which can cause things to sprout up like bananas (bananas never sprout up that easy…..still...).

The day had finally arrived on 20th May (the day had previously arrived on 15th May, and 17th May). It was 3pm and the results were out. Unfortunately for me……my results had to be informed to me through phone calls and SMS due to bloody Virtumondes lurking in my PC. When I heard the marks I was stunned. Finally all my hard work had paid off (daily 2 hrs study, 10hrs sleep, 2 hrs eating, 2hrs things, 8hrs school and rest of the time indulged in nice things such as blowing up heads and firing ion cannons). I was happy with the results. Then the question aroused from somewhere behind my head “What NEXT??”……………It was my brother asking me questions. I kept mum.

At night I phoned a kid from my class and figured out that everyone was headed out for Brilliant Tutorials……….yippeeeeeeeee….I thought that it would be a good idea. He had requested me to reach there before 9 or else the officer would go out shitting. I reached there at 9 with another guy who is too good to be my friend. And there it was. The Brilliant ‘pettikada’ in front of me. Bad news. It was closed. I roamed about and it was 9:45 when the good guys came along and open the crappy jammed doors. We went in and there it was……………a notice board with all brilliant crap on it. A dude came and told things to which we replied. Now my friend had opted for medicine and he told there was some AIPMT classes and I had told him all-India, so he told me AIEEE. We collected registration forms and as we walked out familiar faces went past. They all were there for IIT classes………..IIT?? What were they thinking? I asked them and got the answer. Almost 70% were there due to constant pressure from parents and 20% due to self will and 10% just based on hope (the fess for IIT training is around 70,000 Indian urupikas). And finally I found a guy who was there for AIEEE training…………it was just a single guy………..and I would be the second guy………bleah…I am going to pay 27000 Indian urupikas to sit alone with a friggin guy…….go to hell.

As I walked away from there towards the nearby theater………….only two words were in my head “What NEXT??” and this time it was my dear friend asking me……..I said “Nothing….. ”. But still the question remained in my head WHAT NEXT…………there is too much at stake too many tuitions……..too many courses………….too much stuff.

TIME SHIFT - a gayme revuuv

Statutory warning: Well….this one is for guys who know atleast something about FPS. And if you have no idea what an FPS is, then skip this blog, don’t read, you will die of complications in your head.

I finally got hold of the so called elite game of the year TIMESHIFT (not ‘timeshit’), and guess what I’m writing a game review. TIMESHIFT is a first person shooter game in which you have the ability to manipulate time and do cool stuff with guns.


Story: It all starts at a lab where the villain namely Dr. Aiden Krone steals the ALPHA suit and plants a bomb in the lab and travels time to the future. And while all this happens, we (and don’t forget…….we have no name but, maybe we have a name and I had no patience to hear all the dialogues said in the irritating videos) take the more advanced BETA suit and travel time while the bomb explodes. Now this alpha suit and beta suit are time travelling suits designed for safer travelling through time by a human being. This Krone guy had no patience at all. If he had some, then he would have taken the beta suit………..but hey….he had to take the alpha suit. Back to story. We get to Krone’s world and start killing Krone goonies with cool guns and all with the help of Occupants (guys who got mad when Krone took over the city). The videos are irritating because they are often shown when we are doing something really serious, still we can’t ignore them. We finally kill Krone and destroy his Sentinel……….yeah. We come back after that to our old times when the bomb is just about to go off and we save the lab by diffusing the bomb.

Goodies: Majority of things about this game is certainly awesome. We have a time control bar which shows how much time we can control. We are honed with abilities like time pause, time slowing and also time rewind. There is also another option called proper time manipulation in which we get more time to do things that we do. The time shift system recharges itself and the good thing is that our life is also recharged. Lots of guns are available. Sticky grenades are also there. We can pause time and shoot at guys or vehicles, all the bullets will accumulate near it and when the time resumes, all bullets strike at once………..GUHAHAHA. We can even snatch guns from goonies during time pause. Game has excellent graphics and also offers excellent game play. Has lot of unlockables (even the picture of Krone’s dad is unlockable).

Baddies: Your will need the latest driver files to play this game and the minimum recommendations itself tear our pockets. Game can cause system crashes. Lamp posts cannot be destroyed. We cannot shoot at our allies. Irritating videos in between game play. Only three weapons can be carried at once. Last level is horrible. Goonies and even Krone is incompetent. We have the superior suit which obviously makes Krone easy to defeat and that also just with a head shot in the end.

Cheats: Go to hell. We are playing god in this game. Playing it clean is the only thing fun about this game.

Rating: I’ll give it an 8.5………………after all it’s just ‘maujama’.



hey and the minimum requirements a pc should have for playing this gayme follows:
Intel pentium 4, 2.0GHz or AMD equivalent
1 gb of ram
8gb hdd space
ge-force 6600 128mb, with pixel shader 2.0 b or equivalent card
direct x 9.0 c

Stories and planets

I strike again. This time it’s a little different. Now for the formality “March 30, 31, 2008- Midnight – I dream. It’s a rather disturbing dream, but it’s not a nightmare. It was like a movie. Yes it is a movie”. So much with the ambitious effort of creating a sense of suspense and horror in the minds of readers……I fail miserably. Still this blog is about the dream. It was rather colourful, and the details were mind blowing. The story is fit for a movie. Here it is.

It’s the story of an astronaut. As dreams don’t come as parcels with character descriptions and names…..for simplicity I decided to name them with simple names.

Main character 1- “Hero”- As the name suggests, he is the hero of the story Main character 2- “Chief”- Chief commanding officer of the team

Main character 3- “She”- Additional doctor who is usually kept in ships for purposes (it is a 'she' due the mysterious reasons you would get to know later)

Main character 4- “Kid”- Youngest guy on ship and a nutcase
Main character 5- “Dude”- Genius, with a mind filled with superstitious and non-scientific nonsense
Sub characters- wife, recruitment officers, doctors, nurses, engineers, spot boys, cameramen, aliens.

As they are considered the elite in the business, Hero, Dude, She, Chief and Kid are recruited by the recruiting officers (duh….) for a mission to Pluto. They train themselves under zero-gravity sessions and all those crap that these guys do for going. A week later the Hero wakes up in bed shouting out rubbish. His wife consoles (Nintendo) him. For no reason he develops a thick black double line on his skin over the backbone area (The story seems to get a little interesting. And if this is ever made a movie it has to have something). He sees it and seems to be horrified, as the double line changes into the figure of a dragon day by day. He seems to be having nightmares and he develops an extraordinary typical sense (interesting …eh).

The D-Day arrives. All the main characters reach the check-up centre where they see doctors and nurses (finally). All are fit to go. They suit up. During suit-up session, Dude sees the strange dragon tattoo, but he asks nothing. Dude refers some of his ‘books’ and then ------dramatic pause-------his eyes widen.


They reach the launch pad, enter the ship, waves at spectators. Then starts the countdown……………………………10……………9…………8………7………6…………………
5……………….4………………..3………………..2……………….1…......................0……………
The shuttle shoots off. The engineers hug each other for their single perfect launch after 5 years, the spot boys and cameramen hug each other for the perfect shot.

The shuttle clears the Earth’s atmosphere and heads for Pluto. As they near Pluto, two eyes are watching them, two eyes which have a thick outer white covering called sclera and another black layer called choroid(hey….that’s the human eye). Dude finally asks Hero about the tattoo. Hero tells the truth. Dude gets the shock of his life---------again dramatic pause--------Dude blabbers some rubbish about the typical dragon figure in slow motion and in ‘mute’ (typical Indian movie). The pupil of Hero’s eyes dilates letting in more light, the rods in his eyes secrete rhodopsin preparing his eyes for night vision.

The ship stations above Pluto. A smaller capsule thingy is launched from the ship. All 5 of them reach Pluto. After a whole day (I don’t know how they knew 1 day was over…but they knew it) they decided to rest in the huge capsule thingy. Now Hero changes the capsule security mode from medium to hard (he… he…). Chief asks why. Hero has no words. Dude jumps in and puts forward all the facts that he collected related to the dragon figure on Hero’s back. Chief doesn’t understand anything Dude tells as like before all is in mute and slow-mo. Now to reduce the seriousness of the matter Chief cracks a joke “Well this Dude here could leave us all nude here…………ha….ha…ha”. Now Kid looks at She (now we get a little info on why she is here). She stares back at Kid. Just then the floor of the capsule breaks open and two big tentacles spring up. It wraps She and drags her down-----------dramatic pause-------------. The capsule shakes violently. And I shake with it. From the background a faint voice is heard “Eda……It is 9 o’ clock…………get up…….” As I open my eyes I see my mom trying desperately to get me out of bed. Whoops!!………….story spoiled!

FREE finally.... ???

Is it a bird ??..........is it a plane ??............is it a space shuttle ??.............or is it bloody superman ??.............but its none of them. Then what is it that flies.........of course..... how could I miss it........its TIME (I'm not advertising for T.I.M.E's new flying class which offers students an opportunity to achieve new heights..........I'm talking about time which has an S.I unit called second). As a great man once said "Time is flying and flying and flying....and I was lying and lying and lying". It’s true, I feel like I’m just 10 and voila I finished 10th. For ages people have believed that time is like a river that flows swiftly in one direction and for one moment I believe the same. But what if we had the ability to bend time and space……………………then obviously we would be GOD.

For ages and ages (that is for the last one year) I’ve thought about the shitty blogs (which cannot be called a blog because there is actually nothing I’ve seriously posted) that I’ve posted. Now I’ve finally decided to give my fingers some exercise and get to typing one. And here I deliver it. I’ve had a nightmare last night and this is the result. In the nightmare a guy came and told “Here cometh the time unto thy blog shalt be posted…………….GUHAHAHAHAHA” and like in every nightmare he became multicoloured swirls of thin air. Well as this is my first one thou shalt find many grammatical errors and may come to see that this blog is totally off the topic which I started with. What can I do..... Hell hath no fury like Beowulf and I have no patience like Gandhiji.

Yesterday was the day……the day that the board exams ended and I’m free of history, geography and biology, which even if GOD tells me to study I won’t.

'Aller futhre oveja femenino!!’…………….go figure.