The end ??

There is always a reason why things happen in our life.
I started blogging out of the blue..
got awful comments... made some amazing friends...
realized that I could never become an author but that doesn't  mean I could never tell stories.

with life bringing more and more surprises each day and not a single idea that I could actually blog, I wonder if its the end of my blog ???

we have entered the 24000 year cycle that the Mayans called the "Rebirth" or that some call as the end of the world. With the world supposedly ending, I hardly doubt that my blog would be missed by any of the survivors.  I mean its hard for me to imagine people sitting in giant steel bunkers inside the earth core and telling kids the story of a blog and of the self proclaimed superhero who wrote it.

But then, There never is an end for real, or is there ???

Nothing Else Matters

I was swinging excessively from left to right. I looked like a crane with one leg in the air. The difference was that I was trying to tying my shoe lace instead of fishing. Couple of death defying stunts and switch of legs happened but the shoe laces were tied. I combed my hair for the sixth time now. The cave man look was gone and I looked evolved. I was finally meeting her after so long, a year approximately, 10 months 23 days to be specific and I wanted everything to be right.

********

I just can’t understand girls. She was talking on and on. I was trying hard to focus but then, the rate at which she talking and I understood were different. It was like watching those foreign movies were the dialogs came first and then the subtitles appeared on the screen. Most times I just nodded to make sure that she doesn’t find out. Hmmmmm…. Wow... She looked so cute... and she twitched her nose at times while talking..!!! Aaahhhh…. first love. Bliss.!!! J

*phela nasha on radio while I was running in between the canteen tables and waiter in slow motion in my mind*

********

Wow… the traffic was amazingly stagnant. It was just like the queue in front my office. The query and complaint sections of electronic cookers had a long line every day. Most times people came up for refunds and our job was to decline their claim. It was feeling horrible sitting inside the rickshaw while the traffic behaved like an adamant child who has been denied chocolate and wouldn’t budge or move till it gets what it wants. I was more worried about the sweat patch on my shirt’s arm pit region that was slowly showing up. L I prayed she was late too. I dint want to show up late like always.

*********

Karma is a bitch. I wonder what makes her go on and on. Surprisingly she could never stop talking. It was nice at first. But then she never lets me talk. Not that I am a very conversationalist but how could somebody talk so much. Most things she spoke about never made sense. The reason I used to let her talk instead of me trying to because then it would become a conversation which most times ended up as fights over silly issues. The sad part was not the fight. The sad part was the piling up. Every fight brought up past sins. Stuffs that would have happened months ago. Stuffs that you thought were over come out of the dead and haunt you every time there was an argument. WHY ON EARTH WOMEN SO COMPLICATED????

**********

 She looked so beautiful. A year. It seemed like time never touched her. She was the same to the last detail. She smiled while I was talking. I WAS TALKING??? Actually I was on roll. She sat there, saying nothing but just with a smile. The place was playing Hotel California to which she was moving her lips. It was her favorite song. She loved me playing it on my guitar for her. I slightly started singing along with it when she stopped her lip sync and looked at me as if I had just offended her. K

**********

The more time we spent together, more we realized how much distant we had gone from each other. Once clouded with love, we could barely talk to each other for long without reaching for each other’s throats. I was kind of seeing somebody else and it almost seemed like so was she. We were still together because neither of us wanted to be the person who slit the relationship and look like the villain of the story. That was until she caught me with another girl. Pants down.

***********

We ate mostly in silence except for the few occasional nods and sounds of affirmation from both ends. She was keeping the talks to minimum. I finally did ask the big question, “Anything else you want to order?” I couldn’t believe myself that I just asked “THAT” instead of “THAT” what I was hoping to ask. She politely nodded no. She unlike me never seized upon the opportunity of free food.  I virtually punched myself till I bled out and died.

***********

Every break up if was not your call is followed by heavy brooding sessions. So was mine. Remember the feeling when you start missing something once lost, it was stinking that feeling all over me. Rum helped a bit. Or so I thought. The ordeal with the other girl never worked. What was I thinking? It never would have worked. I tried calling her back. But she was gone. But the guy she sort of was seeing. Well the “sort of” was out of the way now.

**********

“Soooo…” I extended the “oooo” part hoping my mind would feed the rest. Sadly it dint. The lunch was done with. The dessert cups empty. I was wondering what more could I order to make her stay. I could have just apologized and asked her for another chance. After the guy she was dating after me too dint work that well or for long. Something said that she might still feel for me. How?? Well she was here, right in front after all that happened, wasn’t she?? “Shall we leave?” she finally starting a conversation of the past hour the meeting. This was good. I nodded yes. “You could ring that bell if you loved the food and ambience!!” I showed her the big giant bell hung in a corner. She nodded no.

*********

“Hey listen, I never could say how sorry I really am” I finally had started talking something useful. She looked at me like she was expecting this from long. “There hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t regretted what I did. It’s just that each day I wish if I could do something to take it all back, you know…” She hugged me while I was trying to tell her what I could never say. And the world stopped. J  And the car honked so loud that I woke up from my day dream.

**********

I still hadn’t said a word. It was now or never, so I tapped on her shoulder and said “Hey listen…..”She turned with a smile around and continued instead, “thank you so much for the wonderful lunch” It was so nice to see after so long. Listen, am getting married next week, I know it’s a short period of time but you surfaced back from your exile suddenly. I hope whatever happened between us is all in the past. I am really looking forward to see you there” and handed me her wedding card.

While she climbed into the auto, I was waving my hand like the kids along the railway track waving at each passing train. I stopped waving having realized that she wasn’t paying attention. She looked at me with so many questions that I could never answer. Maybe I should have never hibernated off from everybody. Maybe I should have never come back. I threw away the card after the auto left. And looked myself in the reflection of the car in the parking lot. Receding hair line and flourishing pot belly. I pulled my stomach back and in half breath cried out “RICKSHAWWWWWW”.

*********

This was the best feeling of being in love. Being in her arms. She always cuddled while making requests for what to sing for her. Strumming my guitar, while she rocked, holding me and resting her head on my shoulders. “So close no matter how far...” College would end in another year and tomorrow shall come with new responsibilities, tomorrow shall come with its own worries, tomorrow shall come with its own new set of problems and solutions but for now as long as I was with her, I cared less about anything else than her. Nothing else mattered. 

NOW PLAYING : NOTHING ELSE MATTERS from Metallica

P.S : For those who understand, its present- past- present format.

P.P.S : Look for the color code. should help

P.P.S.S : Happy Ganesh Chaturti to all..!! God bless you all :)

Superhero Diaries Part Deux

Chronicles Of Superrrnickkk

I sit on my roof top facing the cold breeze. My cape fluttering in the air was trying to choke me. As I kept the watch over the western horizon, in my mind I was humming the classic Bollywood track “hawa mein udati jaye”. I tried adjusting it but it was in vain. Finally, I got up, held my cape and sat on it. Being a superhero is not easy. It was never easy for Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne of Clark Kent either. I was sitting on the highest point my building could offer. (Actually the highest point was the water tank but climbing it was a daring feat and the last time’s attempt and half-slip had scared me for life about heights and water tanks. Since then, the inner edge was my safe spot to find crime.)

*facing the camera with a glee and smile*

By the way for those who don’t know me, I am advocate of justice, defender of liberty and the last hope of freedom… I am Superrrnickkk,(longer version of this intro had A self proclamined superhero, a piece of perfection and a masterpiece of pure aura etc but then, you know, crime doesn’t waitthat long or let me finish. So..) and you shall be knowing me from the famous titles (awaiting publications, interested female readers please send me a mail with your full size photos) like “Superrrnickkk and the guards of Jantar Mantar”, “Superrrnickkk and the raiders of paradise apartments” and the erotic crime thriller “Superrrnickkk and busting busty Mrs. Bhatia”.(Parental advisory required). 

I am not your regular superhero. I am Superrrr hero. I was chosen into this life on the night my younger sister was born. (first timers, read this, THE ORIGIN.) Since then, my life had shown me some unbelievable things that you faint hearts can’t survive. Many ordeals with my younger sister, baby sitter whom I was convinced ate little kids for breakfast, my parents, ex-girlfridays, I survived and kept the crime fighting saga alive. But as I watched the sun set, I held in my hand the device, a phone that was forced on to me by my parents to keep a constant track of me. (They just wouldn’t buy the fact that a superrr hero needs to stay off grid.)

Anyways,the main point of writing this blog is to share my experience and not to *chokes, coughs, entering cardiac arrest, recovers* win any cool I pads.*chokes and coughs again. This is a 3 part sequel to the Origins post, Chronicles of Superrrnickkk. So once you have refreshed the first part, enter the world with the eternal fight between good v/s evil. This part is called

Superrrnickkk and the Wrath of Facebook.

3 days ago.

I was sitting in my front porch and surfing Facebook and twitter responding to my fans, trying to keep a check if crime was loitering around while I was home eating butter soaked parathas. Least did I know that the tentacles of the cyber-crime was spreading its veins and spinning its viscious web around me. As I sat there unaware hogging on to the tasty parathas, I got a notification on my facebook account.

A Friend Request.

A friend request that popped my eyes open and made my jaws drop.

My father’s picture was on the profile. As I rubbed my eyes to confirm, I realized that I should have washed my hands and the pickle now in my eyes burnt the crap outta me. I dropped everything and ran blindly towards the bathroom knocking a million things on my way before immersing my head in the water. Feeling better and with water filled eyes, I ran upstairs to find my father sitting there in front of the computer and his Facebook account. He noticed his son staring at him and gleeed up…!!!

 “come beta come, look, I opened an account for myself in Facebook. Did you accept my friend request??” he said it all in a single breath while gesturing me to sit next to him.

 I silently sat while his proud wife joined him to appreciate the marvel of modern day internet and social networking. 
“Open one for me too” she said. I want an account too. Open one for me and send friend request to kids and you also add me. Okay jee??” 
As my mother India went back to her kingdom called "PARANTHA-PIA", I sat there with half of my brain still trying to comprehend my dad’s new presence in my virtual life and the other half trying to decode the strange relationship that my mother and her parathas. 

I gathered courage from the bottom of my heart and asked my dad “Wow dad, Facebook huh??? Cool” as I faked an excited a tone. “How come suddenly??” 
He adjusted his reading glasses and kept stuck his gaze to the screen. NO Reply.

After a minute reading all the possible things that showed up on his wall (including the ads) he turned around a and said, “arey nothing suddenly and all, this time when Sweety (my younger sister, jiska khoon mere haathon se likha hain) had come home for vacations, I was asking her about it, she instead opened an account for me. Now that I had an account I was trying to learn it up. After all I need to keep myself updated na??” He replied with a bone crushing thump on my back. 

I smiled back pretending to be alright. I knew I would survive the thump but I was not sure how long would I survive this “dad-in-facebook-reading-my-wall posts” shock. At times like this mind registers only two things. Fight or flee. And I decided to Flee. As I was getting up, my dad caught hold of me and asked, “Come here, accept my friend request and show me a thing or two about this. What makes you people so crazy over this site??” I tried faking a call from my mother to which my mom from the kitchen responded that she dint call me. 

I logged him out and logged in to “ACCEPT” his “FRIEND REQUEST”. 

The curious doubts of the Benjamin button sitting next to me staring (at the computer screen and my Facebook wall with the same intensity of a sixteen year old who was being introduced to the world of porn) started. “What is this?” he asked pointing at my cover picture “how do you have two photos here??” 

I told him the feature that Facebook had forcefully introduced onto us called timeline and he nodded. “So is it compulsory??” he asked again half in air as if he was asking my permission to ask. “NO, you won’t be asked to pay fine if you don’t put one” I replied. He nodded. “I will. Help me select a nice one.” I was virtually banging my head against the wall. 

“How do I see my friends here?” Benjamin button was indeed very curious and was on roll. “Do you have any friends added?” I retorted back. 
“You are now. Aren’t you? You added me right?” He gave his famous dimpled smiled. 

I nodded before furiously tapping on to the computer keyboard. A few clicks later I looked at him and said “there, I have sent a friend request to Sweety too.”
 As we shared a father-son smile and moment, my cell phone beeped with a text message from Sweety that read “Bitch”. My smile rose. As I gave a brief tutorial to my father on how “Make the most” of his Facebook account, He got a notification popped. Sweety had accepted his friend request. Soon another notification popped. Sweety has poked you. And that was it. 

Curious Mr Benjamin button started his rain of questions again on me. “What is this?  What does poked you mean? Why did sweety poke me? Can I also poke other people? Random people? Can random people also poke me back ? is it like a game? Points?” and so on.

 It rained for the next 15 minutes and while I answered his question each time, he was playing poke game with Sweety. He liked it. I nodded my head. Let him play with his little devil and walked back to my now soggy parathas. As I sat again tired, I got a notification. My father was poking me. I decided to ignore it and focus my attention towards the tasty food in front. 10 minutes later, I heard him call out my name asking me to respond to his poke..!!! *KILL ME NOW*

*Flash Forward* Present day roof top.

Now that my mother also had an account, I get pokes from my creators. In any case the pokes aren’t returned, my parents drop a call to notify me of it. Apparently their notifications require mandatory action of response. Worst part is still not over. Dad is now totally into playing Farmville and cityville and what not. While His wall seems like somebody suffering from an OCD to play games on Facebook all day, mine is now filled with his game notifications and request for nail, plant, plank and what not !!! *headdesk*

Oh wait a minute, it looks like a possible going to be crime scene. Gotta go fellas. Find a nice spot to hide to make a perfect entry. *runs towards the stairs* damn it’s a long way down.. I think I will wait for the elevator.

*ting-the elevator rings*

See you when I see you then..
*gets inside the elevator* and oh yeah.. #Soak No more in fear.. because superrrnickkk is here. (just in case the judges decide to give me the ipad, I don’t want them to DQ my entry cos I dint have the key word)

Till then… superrrnickkk… up up awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…
*elevator door closes*

P.S : Sorry for the paste eating lunatic level of post, but I think somebody has robbed me of my funny bone.

P.P.S : More dangerous sequels the lists of chronicles of superrrnickkk are on its way. And FYI by dangerous I meant more dangerous in terms of death defying actions and risk with a spine chilling story and not the read quality or experience. So stay tuned. Please.

P.P.S.S : any publishing house interested to make graphic novels for the above mentioned and yet to come awesome titles and series, feel free to contact me. If people can pay to watch Ra.One, I strongly believe my chronicles have a potential. So please think about it..!!


Superman and sipderwoman romancing each other..?? Check out the Superman's armpits for sweat patches 

This post is for the Surf Excel Matic - #SoakNoMorecontest organised by Indiblogger

The Dark knight Rises..!! *kind of*

It’s been a long time since I have blogged.

The reason is not very complicated at all. Actually it’s not one reason that kept me away from blogging. Its multiple ones that led my writing abilities (at least i would like to put it that way) to rot.

The past few months have been quite eventful and like a pious blogger had a draft ready to post for each special occasion. Be it me falling in love or turning 25.(sigh), yup a post for every single incident.

*yes... excuse me..?? you with the hand waving in the air. Yes..?? where are those posts ?? ya ya am coming to that...kill joy*

so...I was saying.. yup.. a post for every single incident.. that I wrote but never posted. because I was too lazy to do it. I actually was too lazy to edit them and just post it on my blog. Instead I chose to put them back in the drafts folder with the rest of my unfinished writing.

Most of those drafts are my desperate attempt to write something meaningful, funny, and inspiring or at least creative. But like I said most of them are just "attempts" *doing the girly quote finger sign. Going through them made me wonder if at all I was a tooth paste eating lunatic who is trying real hard to go unnoticed among the sane people but can’t avoid the stares of the world around him as he forgot to wipe the foam around his mouth.

I really needed to write something.

 Correction.

 I really need to write something and post it on my blog.

 I needed the blog to be resurrected back from its grave. My Blogazrus need a Jesus "blog" Christ to do the rising act.

As I did a mental surfing of the topics I could possibly write on which even included some half-baked attempts on poetry, short story, cooking recipe that made no sense and so on. I decided to go ahead and pull the plug and end my blog with an obituary as it was a pain to see my blog just lying there and expecting a miracle. But then, I decided not to do it. Standing on my roof top when I was going through an emotionally hard phase whether to keep or kill my blog, I saw the (annoying) kid next door smile at me. Now my hatred towards kids are quite popular in my closed circles and I had almost half planned to go pied piper on the kids in my locality. But then, irrespective of my eternal hatred towards them, I feel one of the worst thing that could ever happen to me was growing up.

I wish I would have never grown. As a chubby kid, short for my age, I was totally adored, worshipped and loved by kids in my neighbourhood. Sadly the parents always felt otherwise. I miss the days of going to school, waiting for the P.T period, sharing tiffin in classes during lunch breaks, throwing stones at mangoes on the way back, and finishing home work to watch Aladdin while mom would prepare lip smacking dishes to eat. To boo girls who would want to join us in cricket, chase street dogs away, sitting under the tree for long after the game discussing why exactly lost and whom we could blame it for. The time when you could randomly run around and that never had to mean anything. the time when we would hide and see the local couples hold hands while they walk and drop jaws. A time when I thought that flying kites were the only way to spend a windy Sunday afternoon. And that its always safe to pocket extra stones while picking up the stones for lagori if you REALLY wanted to win. The cycle bell on the street meant ice cream is on sale and the time when pink wasn’t gay. Umbrellas in rain where never straight and the king of rains would be decided by who could splash more water out of the muddle. A time when being rude meant to ring the bell of the neighbour and running away and being abusive meant calling somebody "Donkey".

I could go on and on about my childhood but then, when i wonder what really happened between and now.. I always say with a sigh. Life happened.. I grew up..!!!

But hey, that wasn’t that bad.. I mean.. growing up brought its own perks.

There was acne which luckily never troubled me as much it did to my bench mate Anil. Then there was porn.. I must say I was indeed surprised to know that I was not from a bee sting. Mithun da was too expressive in his pelvic region while Dharmendra was too flexible with his biceps when the tunes played (things that I otherwise wouldn’t have noticed). New things I learnt were the abusive languages. My cartoons got upgraded to Hindi dubbed English series that aired on Sony and then took a complete transformation to full scale English series and to Hollywood flicks. First kiss, college, drinking became cool... smoking was in vogue, and of course sex.. aah.. the sex...hmmmm...!!! :D  Holding hands between couple was no longer jaw dropping. Neither was the fact if anybody tried cowboy/cowgirl on each other. being gay no more meant being happy. iron maiden, Metallica took over back street boys and spice girls. Britney spears on whom I once had hots for now was a slut. being seen with one girl for long was no longer cool. The exponential curve of growing up was on full rise and so did I.

and whatever goes up comes down.. Says gravity.. and so I rolled down. Long story. Some other day.  As I came out the time wrap I saw the kid was still looking at me, smiled and took the courage to wave his hand at me. I smiled back while I secretly searched for anything to throw at him.

Bleedy burger..!!!

*What ???? Look man.. I had a nice childhood.. and I seriously hated growing up.. but I did.. that doesn’t mean that a  small nostalgic trip down the memory lane would change what I feel towards this nasty rascal living next door or any kid for that matter of fact*

*"Silly humor from TV commercial" time*

The trip to the local mall : 25 rs

A packet full of ballons : 15 rs.

The joy of throwing stinky water ballons at kids from roof top undercover : Priceless..!!!!!

Adious

P.S : I dont like kids no matter who feels however cute they are. I was.. doesn mean the rest of the are.

P.P.S : This post may make no sense to most.. I wasnt aiming at that either. I mean when was nay of my post aimed at any of such feat.

P.P.S.S : btw.. am back..blogging..!!!*condtions apply*

#NOW PLAYING BACK IN BLACK by AC/DC

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm, let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the herse 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Usin' every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back

Something like Love

The night is dark,

its half past eleven.... 

I was trying to figure out,

exactly where and when..????

The light across my street grooving

to the dancing fire flies... 

holding some moments of time,

thinking where it all applies...!!!!

living my life in moments,

some big and some small...

I have been building memories,

bigger than the local town hall.

and when I turn back and

look at my life behind..

there is a bit of you,

everywhere that I find...!!!! :)

so I sat thinking

on how it all began...

everything seemed so perfect,

like the heavens opened up,

angels stood n sang...!!!

so here are some lines,

I write.. hoping you would smile my dear.

life swells up to dance,

the moment you giggle and cheer..!!! :)

these words dont express

all that I want that I mean or want to say...

I hope to see you soon...

atleast before the month of may...!!! :)

every moment,

I wanna tell you how much..

I miss you everyday....

that everything around me,

is slowing loosing its life,

turning black white or grey...!!! :(

your eyes hold a world within,

loosing me within in a way hard to find..

I might lie about this...

but you thoughts are the first and last thing

that is running in my mind...!!!

"don't wish for anything.. 

for the wishes come true" the chineese say...

if thats for real..

then being with you all my life,

is what I would all ask and pray...!!! :) :) :) 

"It's a lot like love if you think about it, because it’s there, beautiful, just happy to be there, win or lose, just doing whatever they can to overcome obstacles and succeed It's just... well, it's just as beautiful as love."

~not original but made me write this.

NOW PLAYING : BAATEIN KUCH ANKAHEE SI, KUCH ANSUNI SI HONE LAGI ~ FROM LIFE IN A METRO..!!!

P.S : Its a stupid attempt to rhyme some words and write a poem, please ignore if you dint like it.

P.P.S : oh yess, am still alive.. got caught up with lots of things but.. still alive. So this post is my formal announcement of me still being here. :P 
P.P.S.S : Its good to be back..!!!! :D *Cool Face*

The crossroads

Hey guys, This post is a part of the Blublubling's Awesome April Inspirations.

My heart does bleed,

with a thousand words.

I only wish if you could,

hear all those.

I see your dreams,

with my open eyes.

souls we shared,

not just our lives.

My love for you,

I kept it so divine,

but with you walking away

I feel worser than swine.

I look at my life

turned so meaning less.

hard it seems now,

to clean up away this mess.

so, here I stand

at this cross road

setting sun,

and darkness around

my hope finds this song....

I sing it aloud... that,

"I'll find my place back in my life,

I'll find it once again...

I wish you would stand by my side..

when I find it once again

you walked away,

draining my happiness..

I called your name,

searched all places we met.. but found

guilt, anger, pain and hate.

mixed with my loneliness..

friends, foes no clarity,

I find now no difference.

the feeling of this life as charity

and let to live as penance.

I walk with these thoughts,

in my mind,

I stand at the cross road

where all that i find,

apart from deathly pain around..

is this song..

my song..

which I will sing as long as I can..

"I'll find my place back in my life,

I'll find it for me again.

I don't wanna be what the world wants me to be..."

here that's all I sing.

( But deep inside I know,

There is no place anyone can show,

where i feel safe, strong and warm

I wish I could be there, covered in your arm)

I'll find my place back in my life,,

Since I cant be there in your arms anymore.

I'll find it again..

for you my love.. for you.. for sure....!!!

You are beautiful

The eyes that see the world,

And the heart that see beyond,

whispers slowly to my mind, "you are beautiful"

Now Playing : "You are beautiful" by James Blunt

P.S : This is was the part of blublubling's Awesome April posts. Click here to find more about it.

P.P.S : my first attempt at writing Haiku poems. Pliss to bear. And not to worry, more will follow. *evil smirk*

P.P.S.S : Life is travelling at light speeds and work rate is quite lethargic and slow. So pardon the absence. Will try to post whenever I can.

Fade To black

This place suddenly seems

so lonely and strange..

As if somebody this morning

did a massive rearrange..

Once upon time,

I felt this place so very mine..

Now I feel like an outcast

made to stand in a different line..

True,

they say, life changes.. Every sec

every moment....

Just a night passed by

and I already feel like a slime

on the muddy pavement..

The only thing I ever wanted

was love from all..

But everybody only saw

my wrongs and built the wall...

Around my own people,

I feel like a ghost tryin to hide from the sun..

Is it true...?

Or am I really turning into one ?

No wonder this place

suddenly seems so lonely and strange....

Somebody really did a massive rearrange...

And put me as a ghost in the world of the living...

For a change... :(

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me but now he's gone

Now Playing : Fade To Black by Metallica

P.S : I feel that "Fade to Black" is one of the most amazing tracks I have heard. Nothing personal, but this was an inspired post with some random thoughts while listening to the song and hence the name of the post. 

Cheers...!!!!! :)

All Hail Your New Overlord

Confused Soul had tagged me on my blog for this award and for the lazy bum I am, I procrastinated. Nothing in specific, and definitely not because I dont appreciate the gesture of her tagging me on it but because It had a task of writing about myself  which is too much of "OVERLOAD"  on my oh so little brain and what usually makes the readers go "ohwatteycrapthisisIsay". Then Akila does it with a slap behind my head to pay attention and do it. So here I am.. doing one of the most dreaded tasks that I have come across. Now people who had/have taken the pain of reading my earlier posts know how badly I suck at writing random things. myself or my oh-so-views to be specific.
But here I am.. blank, and with loads of pending posts to thank the wonderful bloggers who not only took the time to read the lazy ass me but also were impressed to award me. (I hope it was because they were impressed and not because they wanted say "here,take an award to boost your moral but now make a SERIOUS attempt to write". )

DEDICATION : To all my most loyal readers and members of The devil's workshop.
So my dear confused soul, who even in midst of all confusion and clarity is confused as ever and never not confused ever and Miss amazing photographer,singer and writer Akila.. Happy ??? I am.. This is going to my Hall of Fame :P *Buwahahahahahahahahahhaa*  Well, Here we go. :)

It states,  

1. Post the award the rules on your blog.
2. List 3 things you would change if you were overlord.
3. List 10 blogs you think are worthy of world domination.
4. Leave them a message in their comments section with a link saying you chose them.    

Step 1 : Check.  Done That.

Step 2 : 3 things you would change if you were overlord.

       *Get the Indian Sub Continent boundaries dissolved. The countries shall be one big country like how it was in the pre independence era. Dont get any ideas or think of me as Mr. Patriot or Mr. Country man, Dont start the Vande Mataram song in your head as well. I am just too bored of the all the nonsense over the boundaries, borders and the everyday comedy of whose line(of control) is it anyway..??*My signature styled dry pun intended* . Also with the merging of the countries, I feel our cricket team would get even better.

        *Set a retirement age of 55 for all the politicians running the government and the opposition. Have the rules of forming a political party re-written, so that not every tom,dick(in the usual term more than as the name) and hairy :P ;) doesn't come up with something new every alternate day. Also have an eligibility criteria set for being a politician.


Finally, Because am a greedy ass...
         *Declare myself Awesome officially and 1/10 of everybody's income to be added into my awesomeness account for which I shall be tax exempted. Also I shall never pay any tax, spend the money however I want and am totally exempted from being under any law or constitution. I shall freely express my views in running the government without being a part of it, that it shall abide to. People will call me Mr. Awesome and bow three times when they see me and NEVER show their back at me or I shall have them flogged.


To make the third point short, I declare myself to be the King his highness Mr. Awesomness.



Step 3 : List 10 blogs you think are worthy of world domination.


Now I am slightly taking a liberty here. We all know that my fellow bloggers like Chintan, Priyanka, Red Handed, Atrocious Scribblings, Confused Soul, Philo and many more are totally the veterans here who have established themselves and their huge fan following lists says it all. So Let me point a few of my other favorite blogs that I always drop by. In no order of preference and all equally good, here they are

• Rose from The Carnelian Rose. An amazing writer and a fellow Gemini who has her way with words. The stories she writes are both captivating and beautiful. A wonderful person that she is, makes her and blog definitely worth it. The quality of writing is top notch and is a must visit for every reader.
• Crystal from The Pentagram :  The fiction writer who writes her post with a special touch of sensitivity. Her posts can make you smile and sad. There is no way you can stop thinking about it as it lingers with you even after you have finished.
• BluBluBling who claims to be Awesome since'92 :  One my recent followers whose blog is a sure visit every time there is a new post. Her posts include her experience and point of views and brilliant mix of poetry and fiction. Check her out and be amazed at how good the writing can be.
• Panipuri Lover from Sanely Insane : Many a times when I read her tweets, I think is it really true ? but then when I read her posts I reassure myself that it definitely is. That if ever I was a girl, she and me would have been mirror image. :) Her blog and writing is a perfect mix of fun and serious outlook from her view. Sanely insane seems an apt title. dont take my words, instead I would suggest you to read her and am sure you wont leave it without following her.
• Disguise from Who ? WHat, Nails! Ooo!.... Stumbled on her blog recently and couldnt stop giggling reading her. I am not going to write much about her. Instead visit her and you'll fall in love with the writings of this teenage, Incredibly confused. Bi-polar. In love. Misanthrope. Bi-curious. Damaged to a very high degree. Tangled blogger.(Not my words, they are her own) 
• Suvaiba from Random Classics : Suvaiba.. or as I call her Sooo is a sweetheart in all the sense. She is definitely a tigress that she claims to be. Her writing is a reflection of the innocence of the teenage years. Read her and start the journey back to those teenage years of your life(that is if you have passed that phase.)
• CD with a question Pagal hain kya ?? : I am smiling while writing this. She is new in the world of blogging. Her writing is quiet fresh and the enthusiasm which shows up in writing clearly tells you that she is one blogger who isn't going to be hit by a block as she has so much to say and share. A warm blogger who is generous in throwing appreciation at the posts she loves :)
• Sonshu From Toucher tes reves : I stumbled her blog from twitter. She's been here from long and has a huge fan base as well. Each of her post is different from the one written before. There is an amazing photographer in her which can be seen in the way she uploads some of her snaps. Sonshu and her blog is one blog to look forward if you are thinking of world domination.
• Tangerine from Muse-ment : Are all architects amazing with camera...?? first there was Akila.. and now there is Tangerine. Tangerine and her muse-ment filled posts are my new favorites. Crisp writing is her style. A Virgo(like Spiffy and RED.. you get an idea of this girl's potential right ???), she is one of the top contenders in my list.
• Purple Mist from Insomnia Strikes : The 10th blogger is a female too which makes me wonder if the population of female bloggers more than men ?? Is it because we are too busy rather blogging or is it because we are too lazy to write ?? Anyways since all the male bloggers have quite established here and this was an attempt to mention the new blogs I have been reading, the last but never the least is Purple Mist.  Two years and she is closing to 150 which tells quite about her writing. Her fan base is quite established and so is her writing. check her if you haven't. This is teenage writer is one blogger to read and bet your cash on.

Now that was my 10 blogger list. A all female blogger list on whom I would bet my cash upon. I dont know how much you would like them but I cant help but ending up their blogs because they never disappoint me.

Step 4 : I'll check that as I am on my way to it.

 Hope you all drop a visit and like them like I do. 

Mission Accomplished. *MI Theme Music in the background with camera zipping close to my face and catching me in some amazing angles and closeups as I raise my thumbs up and S-M-I-L-E, nodding my head in slow motion*

This is the new Overlord yet your beloved superhero, his highness Mr. Awesomeness signing off

Cheers..!!!

P.S : Anybody interested in volunteering to wash the Overlord's Laundry ???? I'll make you a sandwich..!!! 
P.P.S :  If the answer to the above question is No, Dont loose heart, you have other chores to choose from too. but no Sandwich offer on them.
P.P.S.S : If your decision is to overlook the above P.S and P.P.S, then Let me warn you, under the Overlord act,point 3, I can enforce those tasks on you too. So be a sport and respond quick, who's game ?? huh ?? huh ??

F.R.I.E.N.D.S v/s How I Met Your Mother

 The two most popular television series according to any sitcom addict would be, the F.R.I.E.N.D.S and How I Met Your Mother.These two series, with the former argued as the best TV series ever and the latter being debated as one of the most popularly watched show being equally good. It was when I was going through HIMYM that some things strangely caught my eye. Though I am a huge fan of the F.R.I.E.N.D.S series, I have enjoyed HIMYM equally and yet, I can’t seem to see how similar these shows are or shall I dare to say more specifically that how HIMYM seems so much similar to F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

So I did a bit of thinking of my own and decided to pull an analysis of my own. If anybody has another view or feels am wrong, please go ahead and express yourself in the comment section. Like I always say, the comment section is always sold for free, no conditions applied.

Okie dokie, with that said, wear your surgical gloves and face masks, Dr. Superrrnickkk is about to perform a live surgery here at the workshop.

*RED LIGHT ON*

*SWITCH ON THE BIG OPERATION LIGHT*

Well, if I had to begin comparing, then I feel that in F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the main guy was Ross and the series had us watch him make his journey of finding true love of his life. He was always in love with Rachel but that dint stop him from exploring other women and their possibilities to be the one for him. Similarly HIMYM, is a story about Ted and how he met the women of his dreams. Coincidently, both stories are happening in new York (ok, most sitcoms have their main plot in New York) but what seemed even more similar to me was Ross was a Paleontologist , who loved to talk about his work and we know how his friends made fun of him. Now Ted is an Architect who doesn’t miss a single opportunity to talk about buildings and their history which bores the hell out of the other members in the group.  Also, both are professors in a university and have a craving (ok, I’ll agree on it, like any other professors) to be liked by their students.

Rachel, arguably the female central character also comes to town as a runaway bride and decides to find herself in the city. She starts up as a waitress and is quite unhappy at her job. Just like Robin who comes from Canada to make her mark as a TV anchor, ends up at profiles and channels that never satisfied her. Coincidently both the ladies had troubles with their respective Fathers.

Chandler is Ross’s college friend, just like Marshall knew Ted from College. The chemistry between them and there are lots of college stories by both the teams. Joey and Barney, both are Ladies men and have a long and uncontrollable urge to go to bed with every other pretty chick and they do it well. When compared to Both Ross and Ted in their respective series, Chandler and Marshall are bad with Ladies and their mess up is a laugh riot. (I know Marshall got married to Lilly, but he does try to act as a wing man for Barney and it was a disaster.) Monica gets married to Chandler towards the end of the show where as Lilly is married to Marshall towards the beginning itself. Both Joey and Barney are added into the group while the rest of the gang knew each other from their past experiences.

Ross and Rachel feel a spark and decide to give it a shot just like Ted and Robin. Both end up unsuccessfully. Ross and Ted move on and so does Rachel and Robin. But there is a strange chemistry between these two couple that makes us want to watch them together. Though Ross and Rachel eventually find each other, we all know that Robin is not Ted’s girl. It’s a roommate of a girl Ted dated.Both Joey and Barney have crush on Rachel and Robin respectively which don’t last for long. 

Marshall and Chandler are unhappy with their jobs; quit it to follow their long cherished carrier with Marshall trying to be an Environmental Lawyer and Chandler trying to be a copy righter in an ad agency. Both go through a phase of initial hurdles of being unemployed and land up as interns, struggle again but eventually end up successful.

Ross is married three times and does not fear to propose and our Ted is famous for throwing away the “I LOVE YOU” bomb to every other girl. Ted almost is married and left at the alter just like Ross who says Rachel’s name at the alter when getting married to Emily.

Monica is the Mother hen of the group and controls major action happening in and around her. So is Lilly in her own ways. How ?? Let me tell you how. Most times Lilly is the one who picks up something unusual activity in the group and also the person who talks sense into the heads. While Monica had a huge difficulty in getting over Richard, Lilly was trying hard to say that its over to scooter, her high school crush.

Both the couples in the respective series have a long struggle to have a baby and after long attempts and episodes they do have it. Unlike Monica and Chandler, Marshall and Lilly don’t adopt the kid as Lilly gets pregnant but both couples decide and eventually move out of the city for the proper upbringing of their kids. Which surprisingly is opposed by all in both series and then agreed.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S, the hang out at a coffee bar where they have their spot reserved while in HIMYM, they hang out in the bar downstairs where coincidently even they have their spot reserved and don’t sit anywhere else. And both group from the respective shows hang out awfully lot in their respective joints or the common apartment near to it.

Other few tidbits that are hard to ignore are:

  1.       Both the shows in their pilot episodes have a guy falling for the girl and get their heart broken. But eventually they realize that they love each other and hook up. And though later they break up they still hang out in the same group and act jealous or concerned for each other and hook up again. Totally on and off.

   2.       That there is a person in both the shows who works in media (Joey and Robin). While Joey’s acting skills are known to be dumb by the group, nobody watches Robin’s shows.

   3.       There is a person in the group whose job profile is not known by the rest in the gang. (Nobody knows what Barney does or what Chandler did.)

   4.       Both Ross and Ted share a liking towards museums which nobody else in the group likes and mocks them about it.

   5.       Joey and Barney feel that the answer to every problem lies behind the doors of a strip club.

  6.       In HIMYM, except for Barney everybody else has been other’s person’s roommate and in F.R.I.E.N.D.S except for Ross, everybody else has lived with the other in the group at one point or the other, with Ross and Barney both liking their own space.

   7.       Marshall is pretty close to his family especially his father and Ross was the “miracle of science” that made him the eye candy of his family.

  8.       The only left out is Pheobe who unfortunately doesn’t find herself in the latter’s show since HIMYM has only 5 central characters, but strangely Phoebe and Barney both had Father issues, with both of their respective father’s abandoning them in their childhood. Barney believed every lie his mother told him about his father and so did Pheobe(though it was said to her by her grand mother.). Both confront their fears and finally end up with an extended family. 

       *RED LIGHT OFF*

*Pulls of the gloves and face mask*

All in all, I must say, both the shows are good at making us laugh and keeping us entertained.

If any of you have more to add, feel free because am all ears. :)

Cheers..!!!

P.S : oh yeah, I am a BIG time movie/sitcom addict and I just dont watch them, I live through it and every detail of it.

P.P.S : Fun Fact : F.R.I.E.N.D.S ended its glorious run in September 2004 and How I Met Your Mother started in September 2005. Coincidence ???? I dont think so....!!! :D hehehehehehehehe