Hello and Goodbye.

I haven't blogged in a while and I apologize.

Ive been busy, with all my insignificant pursuits in academics, personal life and more indulging in rich scoops of self absorption.

As for life on my planet, Earthlings remain as stupid as ever. The race towards materialistic hell is still on, The recession being a minor hurdle in their paths. The environment's withering further with every passing day.

2009 however, seems to be making an extra effort to wash away all the grime the last century washed up on its shores, both ecological and otherwise, to make place for newer filth.

The next set of the glorious decades are almost upon us. I cannot help but fantasize about another hippie revolution coming our way. Pop not my bubble.

But I digress, not that I had much of a point to make in the first place. Anyhoo, here goes-
I'm packing my bags, I'm leaving. I'm going on a longer hiatus than the previous one.
I'm going to put on my summer skin, spread my wings, meet new people, party hard, see new places and maybe even dip my feet into the waters of philanthropy.
I hope to come back a better person, one who blogs more regularly at least. I vow however, that my writing will remain as invective and insubstantial as ever.

Signing off,
Yours truly,
The Vagabond sunflower.

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The Ordinary

Survival of the fittest pfft!
Its about surviving for the purpose of existing rather than excelling.
Indifference engulfs me as I stop struggling and allow myself to be dragged down to the bottom. All around I see people flailing to keep their heads above water; I watch them struggle, half admiring, half mocking their determination.
Human beings are distinct from one another, this does not necessarily mean each of us is special too. Bitter pill this is, but swallow it one must. Not a term to be wildly sown about, Only a few are special, the rest are average. Some of us live all our lives trying to rise above the water and claim the 'special' tag for ourselves.
The others, the ordinary, plod on with their lives knowing true greatness will never be theirs..

Tell me grandma, tell me again how I'm special.

Show me the moon, stroke my hair.
Rock me gently to sleep and assure me that I will make it big someday..

I Believe I Cam.. [Post- 02]

The Approval

Come let me burst your bubble.

No one wishes to be branded ordinary. Everyone plods through life with some sort of purpose, some distant dream that they wish to reach out and touch, dreams that sometimes take a backseat to other priorities. Everyone believes their existence to be a significant link of the chain of life.
If you didnt exist at all, what difference would it make to the world really? One mouth less to feed if anything. If I didn't exist, that old lady might have been killed by that speeding car. What if that was the defining moment of my existence? What if my purpose in life was to be there at that moment and push that old lady out of harm's way? I'm done. Now what? While away my time till death comes to claim me? Nothing stings more than knowing your existence is meaningless. It isnt easy watching all your dreams come crashing down right before your eyes.
Life isn't easy. It was never meant to be. C'est La Vie. Its all a matter of perspective. You can choose to start every day with a smile, and be a ray of hope splicing through every cloud of gloomy doubt that the path of life is pockmarked with. Or you can choose to see the future for what it is; To come to terms with the gritty truth and continue on your path, shoulders drooping with the very weight of the truth, the verity of a future that holds absolutely nothing. The very realization of it all numbs you into leading a zombie like existence.
Hope is just so much easier.

Blogger made me do it. I swear!

Here I am with an urge to blog yet again. So what shall it be? Something deep and meaningful? Patooie!.. I'm here to indulge in some self obsession.

'List 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.'
Yes there was more about tagging all the people I knew or summat. But never mind that, the Gods of facebook have handed me an opportunity to talk about myself. How? Oh how can I refuse?
Here goes:

1) I'm fascinated by everything nature has to offer.
2) I prefer movie scripts over the real thing (for in depth zzz please refer to an older post)
3) I've come to accept I'll never sit through The Godfather without nodding off. (the script was mind blowing though)
4) The amount I'd have spent on therapy by the time I hit 30, could buy me a small Asian country.
5) I do not have a social life and I don't mind it as much as I pretend to.
6) When I sprout wings, I vow to give all of them non-toilet trained birds a taste of their own medicine.
7) I'm a very boring person. Pathetic as that is.
8) My social skills are retarded. I cannot, for the love of God, understand how I have any friends.
9) I'll never understand why people find fur appealing. Look out for a post on that soon.
10) I've lusted after every profession there is.
11) I lost my virginity at age.. *cough* Look! Pretty butterfly!
12) I gained it back when I was.. *cough* Look there it is again!
Since the last two points nullify one another.. More turns for me! yay!

11) I was a poser goth in high school. The horror.
12) I freak out when anything comes close to my eyes.
13) I used to have my very own cockroach circus.
14) I'm smarter than I look, and not as smart as I sound.
15) Sloth is the name of the tiny alien that lives between my ears and controls me.
16) My tombstone is going to read ''The attention whore that wasn't". Subtlety is the name of the game, my friend.
17) I'm a hippie. I should never have stepped into that darned time machine.
18) I take my friends for granted though they mean the world to me.
19) There are only 3 people in the world I can claim to truly love without doubting myself.
20) Pregnancy is beautiful only when its someone else's.
21) I've absolutely no eye for design.
22) I freak myself out with my own messages on my foggy bathroom mirror the morning after.
23) My cooking is lethal to anyone else except me.
24) I relate to QE's Faye so much it freaks me out. I cover my face with my hands and peek through my fingers to see if she's gone off my screen yet.
25) For a few months after watching The Truman show, I used to put up little acts everywhere I went. I also used to strain my ears to hear the laughter track every time I cracked a funny.
26) I should have never ever joined manipal.
27) Sliced cheese rules!
28) Guys PMS more than chicks do. Go figure.
29) I've never been any good at math. Never will be either.

29 points, I know. Read the last point again. You're lucky I shut up when I did.
Now you know me a little better.

Till we meet again.

Peace.

PS: You gotta love facebook for coming up with the cutest of things.

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Half Full is right.

Here's a video that's been making its rounds on the web. Cadbury Eyebrows is the latest in a long list of programming that comes under the very popular genre that I'd like to christen the 'WTF' genre.



Go ahead...
say it..

I Believe I Cam..

Remember the time I said I was going to start a movie blog?
Well I was just about to do it when huge dog came out of nowhere and ate it up!
Ah well, spilt milk, dog poop and all that..

Taking inspiration from Mali of the Gone Fishing Without My Gps fame, Bblack Sunshine proudly presents,

"I Believe I Cam.."

Photojournalism? Exhibition of my brilliant photographic works? Pfft! Not even close.
Nothing but,
Sights I simply had to capture and share.
Sights I wish could freeze till I get my hands on a decent camera.
Sights that made me wish I was any good at photography.


For my very first post,

Opportunity.

(Yipee! Me - 1 Sloth - 0)

Ladies and Gentlemen this is your Captain speaking

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20th January, 2009

As I watched Obama being sworn in, I thought about something I'd read once about people with names beginning with 'O' and how they are destined for greatness.

Anyone recall "Rosa sat so Martin could walk; Martin walked so Obama could run; Obama is running so our children can fly."? How droll.. Well, the man's fought the good fight and has been rewarded with his place at the Oval Office. Now that he's managed to dislodge the sword from the stone, the world munches on popcorn as we watch and judge his every move as the poor feller trudges through the difficult times he's up against.

Love him or hate him, Obama is unarguably one of the greatest orators of our time. Here's his Inagural address. As carefully put together as it was, I thought it still managed to sag in places.
Give it another looksie if you aren't sick of it already.

Fasten your seatbelts earthlings.

Gramazing Grammar. Yes, corniness is me.

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Here I was sitting in my comfy armchair in my imaginary penthouse, stroking my pet unicorn, when what do I see, but a bevy of self obsessed creatures, vying for the top position as the most vain person of the lot. Long and winding as that sentence was, here I am leading you into reading another equally long and winding sentence. I do love how I control your eyes. You're still reading!
But I digress! Here's what I'm really here to talk about.

I'm here, because I simply had to share a few of the gems that fall from the lips of them who'd make Narcissus blush.

'Handsome is who does handsome.'

'I think the picture right now my faverout.'

'Handsome boys and cute girl will be choicen. Every week three boy and three girls will choice.'

'Vote for me and you'll be the winner.' (funny how this one reminds me of them politicians. )

'Handsame so much' - (In context to a girl.)


Readers please note: These lines were delivered with nothing but utmost seriousness.


Grammar? No thanks, I'm vegetarian.

Patootie

Pfft.. Riight.

Happy Happy New Year!