silent ramblings of obscurantism

This thingy is coming out of my closet coz i have just started learning drums. I bet ya..a Dave Lombardo in the making!! Writing for me has undergone about-face in the past few weeks.From the times i used to envisage for long few days to gather steam and purpose to finally pen it down to now where i would just unclutter my lappy to jot down a loosely whipped piece.Thank heavens it's not going that hellacious which i dreaded of. I might as well be attempting hard from now on to stave off those fatuating digressions i get enslaved by.So, we head straight off to the real deal here,being a metal head i am,my blog ought to shed light on a fan(atic's) favs. More importantly to note,i am not a music purist coz i more so enjoy a 'not so high on quality' video rather than a xxx hz audio. Stats and lists always fascinate me for the fact stats are objective whereas lists are subjective.I present a best 20 list where the rank only helps count,no more,i tell ya!!

"Your time is up,my time is now, you can't see me,my time is now" These Cena entrance theme song always made me sick to the bone.John cena ,i believed had always been that sort of a guy who could be labelled with a 'made in china' tag,which automatically bewares you with no guarantee.Surely,Cena can tear off a muscle anytime,so can Shane Bond .Though Japan and Korea did try to float their goods in Indian market,but they were resoundingly thumped by the Chinese goods because Japan and Korea unfortunately couldn't come up more short in terms of quality. As i always reflect upon my inabilty(or lack of) to move to more technically active geeky ways,here i digress and make a layman's report on the two most dynamic economies of the world. Though my memory has a history of serving me wrong,but i might state that very recently we had a 'year of the dragon'.Chinese economy has got heads turning in recent couple of decades in growing out at overwhelming gro

Statutory comment :The following piece has been framed bearing no grudge,ill-will or malice towards any section of society.No offence guaranteed!! If i start bumbling and mumbling and groaning and moaning here about the stigma regionalism can be and has been ,then it would be a spit-in-the-face kind of insult to the word regionalism and the politics surrounding around.I have always been that insipid character who would take no zeal or lend a ear to what Shiv Sena resorted to ,what controvery-inspiring comments some ABC celeb made ,what transpired during the ongoing struggle for Telangana and the likes.In space-saving terms,politics and such have never caught me awares.I have no say or an opinion on such linguistics,political,regional and boundary matters and i just choose to let them sky over.The only reason being is my complacency that has set in Bcause i have always been light years away from such ideologies.I always presumed that these issues deal with a mass of idealists ,not a

COMMENT:- You can skim over this one as this no-brainer was puked only for certain something that certainly doesn't promote or encourage quality thinking!! There was that time when an unheralded attempt, an untested concept took the viewership of a young channel named Star Plus to the horizons.Yup,that reality game show, Kaun Banega Crorepati ,the young child of 'Who wants to be a millionaire' changed drastically the way we took to the idiot box.The new kid on the block, REALITY SHOWS ,stemmed from the gargantuous success of KBC,took wings as it spread across music,game shows,stand-up-comedy shows to some really absurd concepts of getting married 'inky-pinky-ponky-po' way.Indian Idol received mega fame and it was then that reality music shows were hailed as actual platforms to find out phenomenol talents from the masses.And then the flood came.We were served with a plethora of shows,unlimited hosts,even more judges,and an array of contestants.Seems like the entire

Pouring myself open infront of anyone was never easy for an introvert like me.With the complex i harbored, i had to think,infact worry about what impression my actions would create on the mates around. This prevented me from presenting my true self to the social mirror,due to which i am misunderstood more often than understood.There is a mom who turns out to be the solace always where i can just be me,with whom i can discuss my life and times,joys and disparities,successes and failures with a serenity that care and warmth and intimacy will come my way for sure.But she is away now,230 kms. to be precise. One always need some space to vent his inside emotions ,i just can't stand still overwhelmed and flooded with them .Whenever those emotions fill to the brim, i normally boil up,leading to a destructive event or a happening for which i have to regret later.For some time,i thought that social blogging was the platform where i could display myself,only in that fashion which expose

Piece of info :This note is contributed by Ankur Aggarwal,a dear.I being a slave of the satan could not justify if i wrote on Gandhi,cause my youthful rage might present him in a distorted manner.Only a holy soul like Ankur could do it.But i have to admit,if you ever admired Chetan Bhagat, just go through Gandhi's MY EXPERIMENTS WITH TRUTH.You would be mesmerised by the sheer brilliance of that saint. More than 60 years after his death, a large minority of Indian population (mainly the youth) began to consider Gandhian principles and ethic as too impractical and irrelevant in today's context.Most believed that Gandhi's thoughts are outdated,ineffective and at worse,damaging. Then came perhaps the most celebrated movie ever made on Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi-Lage Raho Munnabhai.A movie that brought Gandhi out of the books of history and presented him in a fresh and reverred manner.Of course,the methods shown were not kosher(Gandhi would never sent flowres to anyone,he actual

Not an aside: The things you may read here are totally a figment of my imaginaion.They are not real by any means,they can never be coz i am not gay. Being a metal head that i am,i always countered the absurd Pink Floyd worshippers here by pressing in for the Korn version.Metal actuates those rushes of adrenaline like no other.But that's a different day story altogether. As these lyrics bomb my eardrums,my senses start tickling over them more,and then i go again,vanquished by another ,too philosophical tirade. Am i any different or i just stick to the beaten track?? Am i gutsy (or not) only to follow the set and engraved customs and rules? Am i also a meagre brick in the metaphorical wall? I am an IITian,so are they. I can do projects,and they do.I can reap results,but they do. I don't have a huge fan following,but they do.I dare not challenge the laid and the said, but felt righteous when they did! I aspire to be an entrepreneur ,but some of them actually are. wishful thinking

India has a dismal literacy rate of 61%,which is very low as compared to other developing countries in the world.It is also true that India has a large pool of doctors,engineers and technocrationsts who received education from country's premiere institutions but later went on to serve the biggies-USA and UK! These figures are really worrying and compel a person to think as to how the education system works in INDIA.Govt. spends most of it's funds meant for education in developing infrastructure and providing facilities to ensure higher quality education(do't forget govt. spent crores of bucks recently in creation of new IITs,IIMs),in turn neglecting the need of basic education for the masses.Govt. is unable to provide even basic infrastructure for the numerous amount of schools they established for providing primary education.The people who enjoy subsidized higher education later go on to join MNCs or settle abroad or change their field altogether in lust of money. It would

You would know this perhaps if you were an IITian, a class (of technicals) apart.To go with that if you were a NTSE scholar ,also surviving in one of the geekiest ,elite and technically demanding branches that engg. stream has to offer viz. Electronics,you gotta have a swagger about you. They preached ' looks can be deceiving ' but if you mastered an alarmingly high IQ level to top it with jaw-dropping killer personality(oh boy,that is framed),an aura of cockiness is resoundingly justified.Those confident and elegant communication skills do have your back when you go around show-offing yourself.For me,being a bond of such degree,developing an air of arrogance was easy.Termed ' atti ',in IIT lingo,this arrogance gradually preceeded to take a big chunk of my personality.Considering myself a hot property,on-demand,a class par excellent individual,the exceeding arrogance and pride gradually led to a recession of a virtue in me called RESPECT . Honestly speaking,i always p

It`s high time for the infamous ' Lizy on my wall ' to clinch the spotlight by the scruff of the neck and bathe all over with it.For those who wrest their beliefs on the fact that i push the fictitious lizard in the picture in my blogs just to create symbolic impressions and digressions ,here it will show how the lizy manages to grab all the spotlight all by herself.Lizy,in some metaphorical sense,signifies my life events and the milieu around.Only while digging too fathomly deep into my senti tirades,i manage to put my animal glasses on and then i am able to recuperate with the truth beside me. This is that mystery of life which would have remained forever if the rains were not on the peak and flies and then---> I am at ease with creepy creatures around but a triad is a little hard on my nerves.As those 2 darker male lizards( my biology knowledge or common sensical theories of behaviour prior to mating made me assume they were males) worked their asses off to

EVENT-CLASS III,ANNUAL EXAMINATION,G.K. EXAM .... VENUE-EXAM HALL,SEAT NO. 1 NAME -RAKESH BHATIA Q.1 :The national game of India? ans. Got to be cricket !! Q.2 .:Name a famous hockey personality. ans. Major Dhyanii!@!@#@...(even papa could not tell his name)XXX Sachin Tendulkar(atleast he is famous) Q.3 :Where did Indian national hockey team recently tour?? ans. Antarctica (the place where you can easily get lost!!) Q.4: When did India last won Hockey World cup?? ans. In Chak de india ,a couple years back!!! Here,i can boastfully claim that only two guys in my class got first question on the bull`s eye.Moreover,as i grew inches ,i realised that i could still defend myself over that first question blunder as there i was only being sarcastic and metaphorical. Hockey,in India ,is that kind of a sport which only seems to host World cups and champion trophies.Or the media skies over their stadiums for Dhoni`s comments on excessive cricket or breaking news. So,it turns out that

Love for me was that heater of warmth and that shower of strong intimacy that mettled my family block.I could always see myself in the ambience of amour, woven in the strings of compassion which were powdered in heaps by the biggies. Still,as a child i could not reciprocate that love.I could definitely feel those vibes around me,my mom and dad loved me and according to ongoing beliefs,i loved them too but that notion,called love stayed alien to me. Not to be misinterpretated as a hater here,because i was not,but still i could not generate that from my core.I was always taught that the virtues,feelings and other intangible human stimuli had a heart-connect to them,but my heart signalled only doubt----> One day i inquired a friend "how could a mother love her children so dearly that her own interests sit in the drain?? I further questioned "would you ever love your children above you??" How could a father volunteer to leave at 7 in the morning and arrive at 8 in the ev

Comment :Throughout my life i insisted them trying to make them learn but it was ominous that this day would come when they would set my tryst with destiny. So,they are finally doing this. With a frozen corpse like stature,my bleak eyes first caught sight of the glaring moon through the excessively thick foliage of the lean dark tree,perched by an owl. Captured by a little more senses,i realised that i lied in a 4 feet bottomed rectangular pit,pestiferous and grim. I let those blood suckers feed off the leaking blood from my gaping wounds,some of which deep enough to expose my bones to air through the bitterly ripped-off clothes which draped me. Let some souls be satiated. I saw them,and heard them ,they were many ,perhaps the entire mankind,with shovels,dressed in black,collecting earth in heaps.I could overhear them chattering,they were chirping and they seemed to be relieved after their victory,cheering the day they crucify their downpull. Every humanly interaction seemed a busines

"I got wanderlust branded deeper than bone, I got wanderlust lost in no man`s land, I got a lust for wandering lost in no man`s land, I got wanderlust" As i unplug my earpieces and grab a pen to jot down these lines of a certain Megadeth song,precisely cause this well and truly says it all about an instance of my life which can be labelled as a " life changer " or " eye-opener ".There are instances of life you can go without and then there are some of these,which breeze through the our unconscience ,in process rendering a thought which proves a help in unpuzzling the pieces of life.Going with my way of clearing the glass by hazing it first,here i will make you go places. Normally ,the earlier part of my blog would measure the ends of my digressions.Those digressions are nothing but wanderings of a vagabond mind. But remember,all those who wander are not lost. My childhood was always a safe zone to be in.Guarded by the unbridled affection and soothi