Face Palm on a Holiday

Its the 6th of November and its a public holiday here in Melbourne, the occasion being the Melbourne Cup- Australia's major thoroughbred horse race with dressy men and dressier women (Drinking and watching the race, Not riding them). Famously tag-lined as "The race that stops a nation", it is indeed true, because its 2:00 pm and I'm just crawling out of bed. After a hard week at work, I didn't want to leave the comfort of my cosy sponge heaven. So I just lay there with this weird thought in my head.

What is it that Tony Stark has that Bruce Wayne can never have?

One part of my brain is speaking for Tony Stark while the other is speaking for Bruce Wayne.

Tony Stark has shit loads of money.

So does Bruce!

Tony Stark has the Stark empire!

Bruce Wayne has Wayne enterprises. Stalemate. 

Tony Stark has a fancy suit.

Yeah.. like Bruce walks around in his pyjamas.

I meant his Iron Man suit, fool.

Oh right! And what's Batman meant to be? 

Tony Stark has the lovely Pepper Potts!

Bruce Wayne has the sexy Selina Kyle!

Iron Man has Jarvis!

Batman has Robin.

Ok, both looking equally gay now.

Iron Man can fly!

Batman has The Bat! Ha!

Iron Man has the repulsor rays.

Batman has the utility belt!

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A moments silence and then.. Yes! I have it!

Tony Stark can have facial hair.

Bruce Wayne can... wait... !? Noooooooo!!

I snapped back and backtracked this weird train of thought and realised its also the time for the annual event Movember when, during the month of November, people grow a Moustache to raise awareness towards prostate cancer and other male cancer initiatives (Wikipedia). So I'm sporting a Mo :)

Nevertheless, Well played Mr. Stan Lee, Well played.

I need to get out more.

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Sonny: Customer Satisfaction

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I have been away from the blog-o-sphere for quite sometime. My laptop's motherboard unexpectedly went into labor (i'm still perplexed) and I thought i will be getting a small portable laptop. It spit out a burnt chipset instead. So, i beat the hell out of it. Anyway, this is one of the pending posts that I had planned to post after which I don't know when I will be posting as work (so to speak) is keeping me busy. I'm moving to Australia (incase you hadn't noticed, the brief theme change showcasing Melbourne was a symbolism of my visa grant) next weekend and the entire packing process is as tedious as the visa process itself. I hope to get back to the blog-o-sphere asap. So its not good riddance for you yet! :)

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An Oblivion in Gray

May, 1999.

Alone, I lay, covered in my own grief and blood. My once pugilistic self had gone placid. Clenched fists slowly unveiled to become open hands trying to embrace the situation that was once a behemoth looming over its prey. The rumbling skies looked down upon me with utmost sorrow that it began to rain its cries. It was a season when the sky didn’t know whether to reveal the sun or the rain. Nevertheless, it rained. I lay there humbled by the gesture. My accoutrements were strewn all over the place. Glimmers of past memories whisked my mind like the flapping wings of a humming bird. There wasn’t any movement from me but for a wince that showed disbelief and realization at the same time. I had given up the urge to resist. I could see the images in front of my eyes blur and fade away. Everything there is, boils down to this one point, eventually. We had won but deep down, I know we lost. We lost everything. Things we loved and things that meant the most to us. The thought stuck me like a hungry blade right through the heart claiming what it was meant to almost immediately.

A life of war and sacrifice,

I see no gain but pain.

A soldier seeking fortune in vain

I hope to live again.

Standing on the barren war front,

We go along the rhyme.

Fearing as the end approaches,

Victims of our own crime.

Left our traces on the war field,

By the many lives we steal.

As my comrades had their time,

And so did I have mine.

Walking through a shore of bodies,

But will they rest in peace?

There’s no life without a soul

And the power that makes them whole.

Kneel and pray for forgiveness

My wounds are hard to heal.

For all the deeds that have been done,

Search for reasons none.

With this thought, I closed my eyes... darkness. Black. Everything went dead silent and I knew I was sinking. Then, a shadow stretched out its hand.

Footnotes: The content sans the time period is entirely fictitious. The time period is when the kargil war took place. I have tried to pen down my imaginations on the revelation a wounded soldier experiences in the last few minutes of life.

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Saving Stripey

What are these? Prized processions? Trophies? Or just a part of a cadaver scaring you to the core if seen in reality? Will you display this proudly in your home? No? I thought so. I don’t think we can accept what was once a magnificent life form to be killed and hung as a trophy to showcase man’s skill’s with a gun. Of course, I don’t think this has ever happened in the case of homosapiens.

But what of this?

The population of India in the last 10 years has increased by 15 crores. It’s not the same story when it comes to our national animal.

There are just 1411 Tigers left. Don’t let it become a fading portrait

is always better than

Join www.saveourtigers.com . Make a difference today.

* all photos used here have been taken from Google Images.

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Merci Beaucoup!

shoo.. shoo.. shoo.. I said, when I saw a butterfly sitting on my pretty laptop's monitor. Then I looked closely to see that my degree that I had earned from college had evolved to becoming an e-degree. Again shoo...shoo...shoo... to the butterfly happily scooched on my degree. It wouldn't budge. I then noticed something scribbled in french and I honestly didn't understand what it meant. I thought I had got a degree from the wrong college or for the wrong course. Finally, having traced from where I had got this, I found that it was from Vivek and immediately conformed the worth of the gift. It was a french award! eh.. an award!! for proximity! (I can do some basic translations based on French-English relations) I love the connection between french and proximity. They just go together. And to be awarded the proximity award in french is just...!

Je suis sans voix! That means I'm speechless in french, in anyway you want to understand it. Thanks Vivek!

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Kreativ (like / and) Krazy

I got to say this is a truly wonderful award coming from a truly wonderful friend and an awesome blogger. Vivek has awarded me with the "Kreativ Blogger" title. Well, to say, i'm truly honored with the award. At first I saw that it looked like a pretty little piece of embroidery and if it hadn't been mentioned explicitly as "(Award)" in the brackets below the title, I would have thought it was a proposed design for a coaster. Just kidding. If I go any further, I have every possibility of losing the award which i'd hate to be a victim of. So, to conclude, i'd just say that i'm really happy to have got this award for my so called "kreativ-ty" and i'm honored to have got it from Vivek. Thanks!

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Tagged- A Blessing in Disguise

Well, this month, my blog count has been quite low compared to the previous couple of months. Now, I don't want to ramble about calling myself busy because I have started working. Its just that my laziness has crept into my blog-o-ramic view as a perspective of procrastination. I'm fighting it though. Hence the blog saver. Getting tagged.

I got tagged by A Wo(a)ndering Mind as to write 5 Random things about me. Now that puts my silhouette into looking into my profound, innate thoughts(after a real long time). Here goes.

1. Well, to start with, my thoughts in itself are quite Random. I'd have to say that my thoughts are never prioritized (If you say I should have prefixed " be ashamed" to the "say" in the sentence, I completely understand). Its never sequential. I just do things when I want to do them. Some compulsion from my dad might propel certain things but not otherwise.

2. I dream of owning a Gibson someday and start a band of my own with me playing the part of the lead and Rhythm guitarist and if other people can handle it, sing too.

3. Some of the things that I hate in people are being posers or pseudos, when they don't have a leg to stand on and poor appreciation of sarcasm or wit. I hate it when people don't stick to their side of an argument just because their close friend supports the other side of the argument and when people instead of listening give a false look and then just wait for their turn to speak.

4. I sometimes like weird happenings and they stay in my mind for a longer time than anything else. A song called reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg by Iron Maiden was quite enough. Breeg (Quite a mystery even today) was believed to have disappeared right on the day I was born. Also, when i was talking about him while transferring a picture of his drawing to another friend via bluetooth, the size of the file came exactly to 666 KBs.

5. I am quite astonished and often wonder about what the human brain is capable when it comes to mindless ramblings and randomness.

I guess, its now time to continue the chain and extend it by tagging

Rakesh Vanamali - Redefining Oblivion
Jayaprasad - A train of Thought
Raghul - E-Wrangle
Rathish - Rathish's Corner
Janani- Magnolia Crescent

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Silverware for the Gemini

Well well, what do I say?? I'm totally delighted and proud to have got awarded. My good friend and the great Blogger Rakesh Vanamali has awarded me with an e-trophy (if thats what you call it to be). As of now, i have nothing much to write but ramble about the trophy. Instead, i just find that it'd be better if I just post the award here.

The "Silverware"

Thanks Rakesh, for the recognition and all the encouragement that you have provided.

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The Premonition

Time: 9:51 a.m., November 12th

I had dream last night that I got the long awaited call from my employer. Ignoring that the event was highly unlikely (at least I thought so), I went back to sleep. Too frankly put it, I didn’t even wake up. I ignored it even in my sleep. Waking up by around 8 in the morning and after finishing off my daily routine, I start to write about the dream. I name the post “Dreaming the Unlikely”. After writing about a couple of lines I save the document and switch off the computer. I can’t remember why. Power cut, probably?

Time: 7:03 p.m., November 13th

I don’t know what to say. What to call it. But it happened. I have proof. I’m posting pictures of what proof I have. By around 5:30 I got a call from my employer and they gave me the joining date that was quite close to what I dreamed. The difference is only a week. My dream told me I’d join earlier. But that’s not the bottom line. I’m about to join and I dreamt about it just a day ago.
Again, I don’t know what to say. What to conclude of it. Coincidence or not. I can’t answer that.

My blog entries folder showing the post and the date modified

The Original blog post

A lot of people may disagree branding this as madness. Probably. Probably not.

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