Eh blaah

Ok, since I haven't made a proper post since.. I joined this blog (the gummy bear post reaaaally doesn't count :P) Here goes..

I have no idea what to write about. @3rd law, nice post man! But I still find facebook easier to use than google plus. Google plus is crazy!! It has access to all the google things, including this blog probably. :/ :/

And haha you know what's funny? I still get the red underlining for 'google' and 'facebook' by spell check. :D Microsoft has to update its dictionary now doesn't it!!

So again, I've no idea what to write about. As I'm typing out this blog, my mom just asked me 'What are you doing?'

So come to think of it, I've had, 1..2..3, yes. 3 months of holidays (after the entrances got over, that is) and what have I been doing? Nothing. I wake up, I watch tv, I read a book, I facebook, I text, I eat and I sleep. For the first month it seemed like bliss. Being absolutely jobless with no studying work to do.

But now. It's BUGGING!! My brain will stop working completely if I continue to leave it as idle as I have!!! They say An idle mind is a devil's workshop. In my case, although, the devil just came down and killed my brain! It just doesn't work!

So then, I really don't know what to write about. (Now, this is becoming like Mark Antony's speech. 'For Brutus is an honourable man' :D)

So I'm gonna sign off, still being clueless as to what to write about. :P

Good luck to you folks, have a good college life!

Ciao. >.<

The return of the Randomity

Okay, all my exams and entrances and admissions and what not are over.
Okay, so now you're asking me why you care?
Okay, maybe you don't care.
Okay, you're reading this though, so it means you MUST care.
Okay, i'm using too many of these okays, the american blonde is gonna sue me.

I've had a lot of time to ponder over that various asphyxiating nuances of the world, and then realize why i just called it asphyxiating. The world is such a queer and weird place to live in. Its like Lindsay Lohan's brain, to come and think of it. Actually, Life is more or less like the inside of LL's brain. When you start of everythings cool, you're happy, you get food whenever you want, people treat you like a celebrity, and you make money( sentimental forms of money also count, though later in life, that counts for squat [who would have thought =O =\]).
And then, you make a mistake , and your life makes you undergo stuff that will try to make you a better person (REHAB). Then you come back, and try to be who you are, and then you realize you actually suck.
Lifes full of such ups and downs. You do well, you suck, you do well, you suck, you do well, you suck, you experiment( ;) ) and still suck.

So where does that leave you?
Nowhere ( I dont really care )

Anyways, being back on randomity and all, i'd now like to live up to the true essence of the blog, and write about some of the random things that have, well made no difference actually, i just wanted to make it sound like a award acceptance speech. =P

After all this thinking, all i want to talk about is the internet. We're really fickle minded people. just think about the arrival of the new g+. Now facebook is turning to become obselete. Like sense, after the new education system came around. As soon as its released, like a flock of geese almost everyone shifts to a new networking site. ( For the record, the only people i know who still use Orkut, are old mallus, people who find having symbols in their name cool, and the frustrated salesmen at my local electronics store).

Speaking of orkut, dont you think its become like this Elder sibling who gets forgotten by the parents when a new kid is born. ( i know thats insensitive, but dont blame me, blame google =P ).

Sigh orkut, those were the days.
"Hey dude, check it out , i have 300 scraps ( said in the long drawn out boasting voice ) "
"Wow dude , but guess what? "
"What? "
"I'm not using orkut"
"Why not?"
"Coz im not lonely. " *comic drum roll*

Lol, times change. Now everyones gonna be like, hey dude share it on your profile to me. Even though it looks pretty much like a status to yourself, don't worry, only i can see it. =P

Whatever happened to the times where we used to play downstairs?
Ah who am i kidding, i ain't complaining. Using the internet lets you read my blogpost =P

Anyways, stay tuned for more =)

Signing off,
3rd Law

P.S : Can someone send me a g+invite? =D

Enigma 1

Any resemblance to real life characters are purely coincidental.

"Apparently, the world was predicted to end in 2012", laughed Lance Conrad, who was reading the journal of his ancestor Peter Conrad, who had been a spy for America in the 3rd World War. Unlike the preceding World Wars, WWIII was neither territorial nor violent. The WWIII successfully kick-started the technological development in the world. By 2341, the world economy was largely dependent on the technological industry . Japan was the world leader, followed by the United States of America. African countries like Ethiopia and Morocco had fallen behind and faced acute shortage of almost everything. The United Nations had expanded vastly, and it funded these backward countries. Every country was competing for better technology and the world had settled into an unstable equilibrium, where world leaders raged in a cold war for intelligence. Hackers, Spies and Intel agencies were given the task of retrieving intelligence illicitly from other countries to put their own countries on a higher level. Delegations seemed normal, when the Presidents smiled and shook hands cordially but each of them were thinking of ways to crush the other into the ground. WWIII was also the only World War where the victor was unknown. Every country had something new and efficient, it seemed as necessary as the other rival technology. It had supposedly ended in 2381 though few people were of the opinion it was still going on.

"Wow really? I would liked to have lived in that time period, you know. Point a finger at that loser and laugh a while", said Eric.
Eric and Lance were roommates at School of Intelligence, California. Located in Freemont, it was one of the largest schools, and also one of the most expensive ones. Eric and Lance had known each other for a couple of hours, after getting acquainted upon moving into their dorm room. Lance had been nervous, dreading his roommate to be an eccentric, but was reassured after talking to Eric. Eric was 5'7'', thin as a match and had shoulder length brown hair which matched his eyes, in contrast to Lance, who had jet black hair, kept short. Lance was a Croft player (We'll come to that later), which helped him maintain a good build. Very few people looked rejectable (Carefully chosen word). Genetic engineering had established itself well, and people could choose the genetic traits they wished their babies to have. There was a research lab at the California Techdeck, experimenting these genetic infusions on people, which in turn lead to the building of a separate phase in the unit, termed as the Mutated. Genetic infusions gone wrong could result in serious mutations, from sprouting an extra arm to looking like Rajnikanth. Of course, people volunteered for experiments in exchange for money.

"So when is our first class?" asked Lance.
Eric walked over to the room monitor and touched the blinking icon Timetable.
"Eleven A. M.", he said. "That gives us another fifteen minutes."
"Lets go then, doesn't hurt to be early."
"Right."
They picked up their Apple laptops provided by the school and climbed down the stairs one floor to the lobby. A grim faced receptionist sat at a desk, listening to Code my love by The Programmers.
Whatever happened to good music, thought Lance. As they walked by, the receptionist was intoning the lyrics :
Ooh, a higher abode
Baby baby get down and code
I love the way you type
Come on baby lets go Skype..

"Man my grandfather sings better while taking a shit", remarked Eric.
Lance stifled a laugh and nudged Eric as the receptionist shot them a nasty look. They made their way across the lawn to the main building. They rode the elevator to the 4th floor, and walked the corridor to the Lab. Inside, students were already filling up seats and set their laptops on the makeshift table. The room was spacious, furnished royally with leather chairs and Persian carpets. Instead of walls, the room was enclosed on all six sides by monitors, one monitor making one wall. Lance and Eric took adjascent seats on the fifth row. A tall olive skinned boy took a seat next to Lance. He put forward a hand "Hey, I'm Dylan Chase" he said. Lance shook it "Lance Conrad, nice to meet you." Lance was surprised. He had seen blacks before but they were a rarity now. After the introduction of gene therapy, it seemed seldom people wanted their children to be black. Only people who believed in tradition and sought after preserving what was originally theirs retained their skin colour. Nevertheless, it didn't make much of a difference as some whites also converted to black. The true origins of a person could thus never be guessed and this was the reason why equality was even more prevalent now.
"Where are you from?" asked Lance.
"I'm from New York. And you?"
"Chicago."
There was a sudden hush in the classroom. Lance turned around and craned his neck to get a better view. A man had entered the class, the professor, he guessed. The man made his way through the aisle to the front of the room. Lance had a better view of him now.
"G-good morn-n-ing, I'm professor R-r-rick Langeveldt." he said.
Rick Langeveldt was a short, round man with curly red hair. If he was wearing an ancient Gaul dress, one might have mistook him for Obelix.
Instantly, Lance could pick up on his personality. He unconsciously touched his face every ten seconds. Fidgety. He had a stammering problem. As he turned to write something with his digipen on the monitor, he knocked over his desk, and its contents fell on the floor. Clumsy. He wrote confidently and neatly his name. Meticulous. Then he said, "I thought t-t-oday we could s-s-it down and talk about ours-s-elves and you know, g-g-et to know each other pr-r-r-operly."
If they hired a guy with a stammering problem in this institution then he better have some kick ass skill.
"Let me intr-r-oduce my program Homie which is b-b-asically a computerized t-t-alking system.", the professor said.
He inserted a disk into the drive. "You", he pointed at a burly boy wearing overalls, "Stand up and tell me your name."
The fat boy stood up and said "Paul Slim."
Sure don't look slim to me, a computerized voice rang out. Paul flushed, as there was scattered laughter.
"S-sorry about that, I-I've yet to program s-some man-n-ners.", the professor said apologetically.
Twenty seven introductions later, Rick Langeveldt dismissed the class and announced the reporting time for the next day. On the way back to his room, Lance thought I'm gonna have a great time here.
Little did he know about the vices of the institution.

Random

This post is very random, even by my standards. So the point of post is, of course, being random. Without further delay, the post is: Boo! :P Peace!
Sincerely,
Voodoo Child

The Untitled

Since everyone has now decided to randomly make sense in this blog, I shall also make sense. Some. As much as I possibly can. Actually this one will make a lot of sense. Anyway moving on...

If you grew up in the 90’s, you will remember how cool Cartoon Network used to be. You would also be ready to cuss about how totally un-cool it is now. Boring is more the word, ain’t it? As a kid, I watched way too many cartoons (come to think of it, I watched only cartoons on TV) and if my life depended on picking just one favorite show you can be sure I would be dead. I was never the picky and choosy type when it came to cartoons, as a kid anyway. I saw them all and I loved them all! This is a blog in memory of them. I may not cover all of them, I am known to have the memory of a gold fish (3 seconds, if you didn’t know already) most of the times, but I’ll try my best to cover most of them. So here goes!

Scooby Doo: it’s hard to not like these 4 hippies and dog (not including his nephew) mystery solving Mystery Gang traveling around in the Mystery Machine. Thanks to them saying “Jinkies” or “Zooiks!” is not so weird! These meddling kids and the meddling dog stole my heart. Anything for Scooby Snacks xD

Dexter’s Laboratory: I like this one especially because I am the younger sibling and I like to think of myself as Dexter and my brother as Dee- Dee :P. One of my favorite quotes from this show is “You’re stupid! You’re stupid! You’re stupid! And don’t forget, you’re stupid!”. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve used this one on my brother. Mandark is one of the most evilest villains around, even though he falls for Dee-Dee. I’d die for that haircut, man. I mean that, is brilliance! Finally, Dee-Dee, get out of my laboratory!!

Power-Puff Girls: Call me girly, I loved this show! I know the whole title song by-heart even now! Sugar, spice and everything nice- these were the ingredients chosen to make the perfect little girls. But Professor Utonium accidentally added an additional ingredient- Chemical X! *Blast* Okay, I’ll stop :D

Top-Cat: I would one day like to transform into a cat and join TC’s gang. Enough said.

Johnny Bravo: Not many people like this show but me, I love it. It’s very funny. When I later learned that Johnny Bravo was based on Elvis Presley’s appearances I was blown out of my mind. I mean if he ever hit on me, I’d gladly go out with him, as sad as that sounds.

Courage the Cowardly Dog: It still airs, late at night, 12 30 or something. Yeah losers at CN, kids will stay up that late! Really? You guys are depriving them of great shows :\

Adam’s Family: I never was scared of ghosts as a kid. If anyone deserves credits for that, it has got to be this show :D I hoped and prayed, at some point, that my hand becomes Thing’s love interest xD

Looney Tunes: Tell me you thought Foghorn and Leghorn (“I’m a dog, a D-O-G dog. What you want is a chicken, an R-A-T chicken!”) or Sylvester and Tweety (“I thoughd I taw a pussy tat. I did! I did taw a pussy tat!”) or Yosemite Sam or Speedy Gonzales or Roadrunner and Coyote or Marvin the Martian or, the best of ‘em all, Bugs and Daffy (“Duck season” “Rabbit season” “Rabbit season” “Duck season and that’s final!” “Sure Daffy, whatever you want” *gets shot* “You’re despicable!”) or even Elmer and Bugs were unfunny! You wouldn’t dare unless you want to risk being murdered by a huge Looney Tunes fan- yours truly. But I did almost die when I found out that Tweety was, in fact, a guy :(

Tom and Jerry: Do I even need to write something about them? I mean, they’re overly talked about anyways.

These are all the cartoons I can remember now, sadly. There are certainly more- Swat Cats, Centurion, Captain Planet, Pokemon, etc. I’m just mentioning these so that this doesn’t become too big a post. Cartoon Network was the coolest TV channel before Ben-10 and the Indian (read Hindu) mythology based cartoons overloaded most of the day. Here’s to the good ol’ Cartoon Network! Peace!
Sincerely,
Voodoo Child

Hero Worship

Apart from the satiric writing that I have posted till now, I think it’s high time I actually wrote something serious. And if you ask me, this is something that is quite frankly disturbing to witness in everyday life. [Just as disturbing as seeing Slumdog millionaire win the Oscars for best picture last year.]

The thing that I’m talking about of course is Hero Worship. [The title? Yeah, congratulations on finding out. Or as 6^th standard kids would say, “Discoveryyyyy”.]  It’s plain and simply painful to see that ordinary humans with no supernatural strengths or powers what so ever are elevated to the status of hero or god or overall good guy.

“Oh my god [read in staccato (with a lots of pauses and deep breaths)], it’s my favorite Actor, using a power cable to mow the lawn. Let me try too!” 

A few minutes later.

Zzzzzzzttttttt. “OUCH!!”

[The person who didn’t die by the way. The shock did to him, the opposite of what plastic surgeons did to Michael Jackson. May his soul rest in peace. OW! ]

Anyways, this is just one of the million examples that one can quote, about the senseless hero worship prevalent in today life. From firecrackers at movies releases to milk abishekams[that’s a religious offering of milk to a god’s idol for you  people who do not understand Tamil, lactic acid rituals for you scientific folk and milk baths, for you non religious folk.] on pictures of actors, we’ve seen it all.

But the question arises doesn’t it? Can’t all of this be converted in some way to something productive? I mean why don’t we see enough celebrities doing something that can save the environment? Or help reduce if not remove the levels of poverty in the country? Okay people can argue that some celebrities do come on “save the planet” or “plant a tree” or “wear no fur shows” but c’mon, it’s just another publicity stunt! If Lady Gaga can show up at the Oscars in an egg, how difficult is it for her to give one to a poor guy?

Forget the foreigners. If you can advertise for a bloody fan advert Capt. Cool, I’m pretty sure you can advertise for something like “help the old or something”.

The question really lingers that, is it really necessary that we require a role model or someone to follow to do things that involve passion and a kind heart and not just a fat wallet? Why can’t we as individuals just step up? Or do we forever need to bear the satanic curse of Hero Worship?

I know this isn’t by best work by far, but it was something brimming at the top of my head for a very long time.

Why heroes? Be the hero.

Signing off,

3^rd Law.

P.S : Yes that was a topic from  one of  my exam  papers.

          Don’t think of it as plagiarism. It’s not. It was really hard writing something like this twice. And oh last time I checked writing about something you’d written before isn’t plagiarism.

Critical Review Of a Word

I like television series [read in plural and not like a African speaking half English. Which by the way would sound something like “I Robert M’Bagwa”. “Hi Robert what do you do for a living?” “I eat man. I civil war fight. Kill child and womaaan”]

Anyway, coming back to the point, I like the concept of series (plural as above) and am writing the next few blog posts in the form of a series “Critical Review of a word”! :) As the name of the series would suggest, it is purely a critic’s view on a word that is used in everyday life whose meaning, is unknown to the people [especially “cool” Indian facebooking kids] who use them. This is something that is purely my opinion. So if you are one of the ultimately cool all knowing people who are using the word, I don’t care. (* DISCLAIMER® *).

And oh from now on every article of mine from now on that requires the use of the Disclaimer® , its use shall be indicated like so: * DISCLAIMER® *.

P.S When you see the word Disclaimer®, please feel free to imagine the theme music from the movie Mission Impossible playing. Also try singing the “Barney is a dinosaur” song in the back ground. I am saying this because it messes with you. And I like messing with you. Aand our disclaimer [* does a “ribooche ribooche” bow thing, you know from the havels advertisement”*] deserves the sadistic joy of seeing the question mark on your face and seeing you plain and simply confused. Moreover, if you people forget the disclaimer it just gives you an excuse to look through the blog again.

Anyway the series start as soon as I get the free time. If you can’t wait for that….. *DISCLAIMER®* (the section about waiting.)

Signing off,

3^rd Law.