rodz this is for u, chill!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPQVew0L0Vg&mode=related&search

isme emotion hain, drama hain aur action bhi...ddw picnic, folks!

i ventured to write about the picnic, but my words failed...and miserably. I ventured to write again and it just won't come out right. In the end, I had to give up and made a visual documentary of DDW's 8th happy birthday picnic to murud janjira. one request, to read this pictorial documentary, you have to go from page 4 bottom to page 1 top. yenjaay http://www.flickr.com/photos/57218147@N00/page4/

the pirate of the 22nd century

The terror of this merciless pirate had the entire ocean in darkness...Ladies and Gentlemen... Rich Lopez aka Jack Popat for you.

team ddw

For a starter dat's Team DDW. Though some of 'em missed it and are absent in da pic. More on the picnic later. i'ts an epic, and might take me millions of breaths before i draw the mega event in words.

DDW Turns 8 on 23rd Mar

Tomorrow we leave for Murud for a 3-day-picnic. We are celebrating DDW's 8th birthday. Can't believe we are this old all of a sudden. It's going to be a big break for everyone working here, as it's our first company picnic. There's going to be music, booze, great sea food and no work...purfect. What's even better is the fact that cell phones barely get connected, so no clients.

Virus Alert

There is a virus being passed around electronically, orally, and by hand. This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone else via any means. DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely. If you should come into contact with WORK, put your jacket on and take two good friends to the nearest grocery store. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolating-Neutralizer-Extract (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Elimination-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system. You should let your friends know about this deadly virus. If you do not have friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.

Perish you shall

Hey, Joe, could you spend some time with me? Some spare time, you know. It's my brithday you know. I wanna buy a cake for me-self. A brown cake with creamy white layer on top and a cherry above it. Hey, Joe, do you think I'm your whore? It's not easy being me; you have no idea. Ignore me today. But tomorrow, will be my day. A very dark day. Joe, you can work it out with me, if you care. Look around; you have defecated everywhere. Your paper-thin identity is losing its final bit of essence. For thousands of years, I have nurtured you and loved you. And you made friends with the gods of the depth. I shall stand by you even today, and I'll be glad. Alas, you choose your extinction. And I'm not sad. Send your army of ignorance into my heart. Bathe in my bleeding rivers. While I wait and watch...and see you perish!

Fire in my belly, your ash on my tongue

You shall burn, by your desire to burn. I shall burn to burn you. As I vomit my raging fluid, you shall meet your end. You shall DIE with your uninspiring, overambitious life. Are you ready to be shrouded in apocalyptic dust? You better be, 'cause I'm about to spit the ash into the air. You shall breathe but ash. The beast in me is my unrelenting desire. The beast in me will bring you the agony of ages, hidden in my belly. Your world will I rock. You I will fuck. Try me. Try my beast. Try your best. It's payback time, my dear. With all my love I will consume you. I'm coming for you sooner than you imagine, my beloved, incompetent enemy.

speed kills but thrills

grand finally, we are out with our website on Formula One - the second most watched sport in the world. guys you are welcome to register. the uniqueness of this site is that all the images you'll see here are illustrated. the lights go off on the 18th of march and season 2007 begins. join us as the new era in F1 begins, without Michael Schumacer. ask you friends to join in as well. http://www.f1india.com

Conflicting phrases

1) Actions are louder than words
But, Pen is mightier than sword

2) Don't cross the bridge till you reach it
But, Forwarned is forearmed

I'd love to make a collection of these conflicting phrases. So please feel free to contribute.

decentralise

In the past couple of days my fingers gave a damn about the instructions sent to it by my brain. I wanted write (well type). I wanted to scratch. I wanted to dial her number. I wanted to send her an sms. I wanted to switch the channel. I wanted to fasten my fly. I wanted to play the guitar. I wanted to click pictures. I wanted to shampoo. I wanted to fix a drink. I wanted to dig my nose. I wanted to press the lift button. I wanted to withdraw cash. I wanted to throw richie's phone into the gorai creek. Sometimes, I wonder, what if our body parts were not centrally controlled. Imagine. Imagine. Right leg walking backwards, while left forward. Left hand continuously slapping people around, while right holding a cup of tea...:) Imagine...Ra, any inputs?

Word for the day

Mumm

Life-aqs

If life was a question, what would be your answer?
Mine would be a series of commas, ending with an exclamation mark.

torn

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObN7gt23m1M&mode=related&search=

back to high

After a low, came the high. I licked the abyss and its heavy stench remained ever on my tongue. There was no coffee-vending machine down there and the light bulb had lost its purpose a long time ago. In the beginning it was an endless fall, as it seemed. A free fall into the oblivion. It grew chillier as I plummeted into the void. I looked above and saw the light disappear. I heard whispers in the darkness. The echoes of the familiar voices giggling and laughing at me. They brought forth a chill I can barely explain. She spat at me and laughed like a maniac, while he pushed a venmous dagger into my spine. In the blindness, I continued to precipitate and continued to wonder where and when was it going to end, if at all it was going to end. "After you hit the bottom, there's no other way but upwards," said Maria. Ah, the bottom, thought I. I waited for the bottom. Desperately. For once, I forgot about the top. The bottom was where I wanted to be - to go back to the top, to that higher place. Though dark and ominous it seemed, the bottom was more like a promise I had been waiting for. I was going to swim through the darkness back to the place where I belong - at the Top. After, what felt like a lifetime, I touched the bottom. It was bright and sunny. Beautiful golden beaches where I drank beer up to my gills, pickled my insides with a range of fine wines and squids and pork chops in the evenings. It was then that I realised that the sun had replaced the ligh bulb and beer-shacks had displaced the coffee-vending machines. I knew I'd be on my way up any time and I was going to miss the bottom, the abyss of my life. It was a singular experience, but the memory still remains. The dagger and the laughter still remains.

when losing is winning

Last evening, we argued, or just about began to argue. "You win," I said and put an end to it. "You are such a loser. You always lose with me. And that is why you could not even keep me." said she.

Little does she know, i thought, the pleasure of losing to someone you love, when losing someone you love itself becomes a part of it, and to see the smile on the face of the one you love, magnified through the convex teardrop.