Posted by D.Raw El Payne 30 July 2004, 12:12pm

July 29th,8:06PM . Dungeon of Pain

Jus woke up from me evenin nap. One of those times when I feel realllllly happy. Me feels me should utilise dis moment here to pen down utterly crappy crap. Havin a long conv 'bout the relative hotness of chics in one window, n talkin to a relatively hot chic in the other, readin that weirdass neuro post on his shadow, still fumin at whg for totally fukkin it up, another girl hung up on me after i tried to explain Schrodinger n Pandora in explicit detail..still feeeling good. Jus wanna hang onto this moment right here till the lurkin sense of responsibility to go do somethin comes out into the open. Baazigar o Baazigar on winamp. Still shell-shocked from the breakin news about one of the bloggers around here. Reality slowly startin to kick into my veins. Bloody bastard logged outta yahoo, no more hot-chic related conversation. Still continuin the other conversation, all the while GRINNING like aloque on dope. Swayin to n fro to the dumbest song on the planet. 3 CDs of GRE on my desk, not one in the CD-ROM drive, go figure! Tryin to log into fullhyd.com/blogs while i type this in notepad. Some goddam error.

My December on winamp. This is my cue. I'm outta here.

Elvis HAS left the building.

Payne

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PS : Life is cruel i tell u. Cruel. Jus wen I feel like postin spontaneously, fullhyd goes apeshit on me. :|



Current Mood: Bored
Current Music: bored

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 26 July 2004, 11:05pm

As much as I would like not to believe it, I'm slowly starting to lose my general acumen for blogging. I see Aran leaving,the Magician too. I see Anil posting great Stupendousman-ish stuff. aloque's back, better than ever. CrackedNut wonderfully chronicling another epic standoff between him n his dad. WHG dishing up apeshit like never before. Some techie stuff too in between, with mr.praveen wondering if the java boom is gone and actually asking us(!) about our opinion about the OS war. Poor guy actually got a reply with some choice words in it. Lemme see, in addition to all this, I'm also catchin up on some wondahful invisible blogs. Now where is the "I" in between all of this? Reading, reading and reading...n oh yeah..commenting like no tomorrow as well. Heck, that comment on a certain blog is longer than some posts of mine!

The past week has been a bit outta the routine, though I must say I do not wat the "routine" is anymore. College has started, or so it seems, I've hardly attended any classes. The placements funda is still on, full flow. 'Tis nice to be hanging around college till late night, somethin we dun get to do ,often. 'Tis even better to see my friends grinnin from ear-to-ear when our placement officer announces their names. It was friday night ,I think, around 10PM, I'm coming outta college...reach a very dark parking lot. I hear a voice saying "Daddy..nennu...I got the job!". Turned around to see this grinning female with tears in her eyes, barely visible in the light cast by the lone streetlight at the entrance. :-) It felt good to be there. One of those moments when I can do nothing but smile.
Next day, the weekend, went over to a friend's place for lunch , had finger-lickinly good stuff...and sifted through photos. Yeah,yeah ,'tis a girly thing to do..but heck she was a girl after all:P. Reminded me of this album I have in my room. Pics from a 6 years back...man, did I look funny or wat! Me looked like a cross between "The Fly" and Rajnikant! *ahem* So onto a topic now.

Words. The most important aspect of life. I mean, you could be the most profound "thinker" in the world, the most sensitive guy on the planet, but what use is it if you can't express yourself. If you can't "attach words to thoughts", so to say. And there I go, I just said "express yourself". Does that mean we need words only as a means to communicate with the outside world ('outside' here referring to anything exterior to your brain)? Do words/languages exist only as a facade to show the world? If one was alone, would language be necessary to talk with oneself? Aren't the feelings that we feel enough? Do we need to give them an explicit definition? Is it possible to to live a completely false life behind the comforting possession of a talent to twist the truth? In other words(!), can we lead any life we want by talking ourselves(and others) into it? Are the lives we lead in this seeming ocean of words (online and offline) what we really are? Heck, who is the "real" we? Is amita going to be killed in the dead of the night? Did I just see "ClearlyBlurred" appear on the front page? Am I back to my delusions again? **time out!**

Back to reality. This is Payne. Lotsa work to do. Three words in my head right now. Graduate, Record , Examination. The last one being the most terrifying. Back to learning "words" again.

See ya. Would do anything to be ya (no not YOU!).

Payne

 

 



Current Music: winamps crashed..jus sittin here n smilin...:-)

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 25 July 2004, 4:42pm

Two fish swim straight into a wall.

One of them says "Dam!"

 

The Cable guy's taken away d connection. No Ind-Pak match for moi. Whddup wit all of ya? :-D

 

 

 



Current Mood: Dumb
Current Music: Euphoria- Raja Rani (this is how dumb i get)

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 22 July 2004, 9:20pm

There comes a time in every blogger's life when he/she talks about love/relationships right from their schooling days and all that shit. Baap did it(funnily too), look where it got him, right on the front-fucking-page ,thats where. I've already written 'bout it twice, but I think something more descriptive then "Mad-Eye Moody" and definitely less psychotic than "Evanescent Emotions" is in order.
In the past few weeks, I've been thinkin/ponderin/scratchin-my-head a LOT about all that kinda crap. I've realised something 'bout me and my life but I haven't found ways(yet) to shut that goddam window in my mind letting in all these thoughts. Lemme atleast put it down on paper, before they are swept away by the winds of time.
Stephen King in "The Dark Half" says that everyone is born at the same time (when they come outta our momma's womb) but they wake up at a certain time in their life. From then on, they see things, they perceive, they understand, they feel life as it is. And blah blah. Wat I'm tryin to say is that I may not remember much about my life in schooling n all:P.

Chalo,flashback time.

Junior School : Started off in a small tution thingy in a village somewhere in A.P. Dun remember much 'cept for the toilets. Shifted to Sec'bad, did UKG,1st,2nd n 3rd grades from one school. All I recall is bein' linked to a fat fugly female-like creature and also being a good ole bully around class. That was some fucked-up shit.

Shifted to another school for 4th,5th,6th,8th n 9th grades. Some awesome trivia. When I joined girls n boys used to sit in the same classroom, six months later they(the girls) are shifted to another section. Used to go by the infamous "school-auto" way, totally was head-over-heels over this Nasr chic in our auto. The fact that we had to sit totally cramped in such a small atmosphere didn't help matter eithers. Man, the sexual tension in that dinky auto was palpable..or sumthing like it :-S. By 5th grade we had 2 sections for girls, and by 6th grade we had a different building for 'em. What I'm saying is, I was in a bloody boys' school for all practical purposes. "Co-ed" my ass! Heck, I had fun all the same. Somewhere in 8th I started goin' by d bus, had my FIRST encounter with something akin to a female there...whew 4 goddam years man! Actually conversed with her and bragged to the fellow chic-starved losers in my class on how I went and SPOKE to a girl, as opposed to say, ogling at one.

In between, for 7th grade , I was deported to this small expatriate school-like thingy in south-east asia...:-D Total hotchics man, was stumped (remember this was before the aforementioned first-interaction with the species). I mean we're talking blondes and brunettes here, from Canada and South Africa...damn. Had a chotu crush on said blonde, nothing serious. All I remember is the time when the girls were skipping-rope n all, and we lecherous dudes leered..leered n some more..while hiding behind a wall. Hmm...too much info.

That was that, shifted to yet another school for the final year of schooling. Man, this place had some village-chics or waat! Utter ooru-candidates. Me being me, immediately developed a crush-thingy on dis chic...somewhat non-ooru she was. This was the time when I was going through the phase of having my password as the name of d chic who I had a thing for her..so there. No interaction yet..jus dipshit crushes.

Onto Inter then. Stepped into my first class ,within the first 15 mins was totally in conversation with this chic ,while at the same time oogling at the female beside her. I mean, TOTAL OVERLOAD man! My password immediately changed. ANYway, that moment right then n there was the beginning of chaos. I moved on from being an outside spectator to this whole chic-world and began "interacting"(to put it nerdily) or "interfacing"(to put it super-nerdily). The lines between Inter and engineering have properly blurred...if anything life's got much more confusing.

I say "chaos" only 'cuz of the fucked-up frequency of my look-jawdrops-talk-flirtaway-talkashitloadmore-shutthedoor routine. You see the fallacy in that routine? I see a gaping flaw. There's no "tell her you're fucked up and you've pulled the cord" bit. Heck, there's a bigger problem, there's no "tell myself that its over" bit. There in lies the meaning of this post's title. These past 3 years have been a fucking confusion only 'coz of this small stupid mistake. Its like I check into so many hotels but never actually check out. I mean, here I am after 3 years with a shitload of backlogs in crushes! :-S Got me "hazaar bulbed"..to put it IIT-style... From the first day of college to the first day of final year, there hasn't been a single sem when I haven't fallen "head-over-heels" with the next girl. Its like Fifty First dates only worse...damn...In transit? You bet!

As I so neurotically put it in "Evanescent..." ,this phenomenon extends to so many other things in life. But me thinks this bloggin thingy is gonna stay...atleast for a while. 'Tis bin great to jus sit here n type out all d thoughts flowing out...I typed out all the stuff jus in case I end up visiting this place here ,say, five years down the line. Its always nice to be nostalgic..:P I just found this .txt file on my harddisk which is some 3 years old and written right after I entered engineering. Man, have I changed, that was some fucked-up shit I wrote down back then.

Payne, over n out.



Current Mood: Relieved
Current Music: Lifehouse - Everything

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 19 July 2004, 11:35pm

There's jus something about exam application forms and their deadlines. That is, when I see them for the first time. Its the way my heart starts to race, its the way I see myself facing my nemesis again, facing upto destiny's wrath and showing my middle finger. December 31st folks, the results. Its been a while since I felt thisaways, its like being back in "intensive-coaching" again, the weekly mock-exams, the continuous drilling by the lects about how this is the biggest thing you'll ever end doing in life, while fact is, just about every exam I give in life seems bigger than the last one. Or so my mind goes.

I just saw the fucking deadlines, and the date of the results, and somewhere in between - the date of the exam itself. Btw, folks....Welcome to Payne's World : The World of the Supah-Geek. I love it here, I love the goddam entrance exams, all those poor souls sitting there, raking their brains, fiddling with their pens, scribblin away with their pencils, folding/refoldin hankies....damn.

November 21st. CAT. Just another Mock for moi.

Tension mounts in the Dungeon of Payne.

Payne



Current Mood: Grand
Current Music: DJ Suketu - Soul of Bombay dammmn now THIS is trance

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 19 July 2004, 6:41pm

There are  books which are un-put-downable and books which are jus un-fucking-put-downable. Its 2:30AM in the real world, but over here in Payne's World the sun is out and its one bright mofo mornin class in the IIT. Our hero for the night is actually five minutes early to this class.

I'm talking 'bout Five Point Someone. 140 pages through and it doesn't look like the Payne is going to sleep tonight. Its been a while since a book has kept me awake, made me smile, made my heart do a lil flip, brought a lump in my throat, or even made my jaw-drop with wonder. I guess, one of the (many) reasons I'm so in love with this book, is 'coz I can actually relate to it. But hell, if I said that, I would be bringing down the level of this book, this is a fucking masterpiece is what it is. Heck,calling it a 'book' in itself is weird, its like reading the best narration of a fictional-real-life ever. Its like reading an exaggeration of the truth ,definitely this book is based on the author's real-life experiences. I say exaggeration, not like a bad thing, this is exaggeration at its best(I need to expand my vocabulary). Every nitty-gritty detail making me reflect on my life.....ok, I haven't finished the goddam book. Who knows, maybe its time for the first Payneful Book Review! :-O

Signing out from the front bench of an Indem class, IIT-Delhi, Batch of '95.

Payne

 

EDIT :  4:42AM in the Dungeon of Pain. I'm done with the book. I can hardly remember the last time a book brought about some many emotions in one night. Kinda speechless and extremely sleepy. All I do remember is, the last time I stayed up all night - IIT Chennai, Jan 26th 2004.



Current Mood: Shocked
Current Music: ghar aaya pardesi....

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 19 July 2004, 1:53am

Wow. This whole writing business is so goddam funny. I remember bein' all preachy and shit in a previous post talkin 'bout expectations and how you shouldn't let 'em get the better of you. Well, in the past two days, it bit me right back in the butt ('it' being expectations ...and also an ant). I mean, a chic comes up to me n says "omg!! U r payne? wow! u're so goddam funny! omg!! I can't believe it! U r payne?! wow!..ad infinitum..ad nauseam..." Well, being the superhero I am , I was kinda flummoxed as to how she recognised my avatar (**hint hint : bare torse **hint hint). (The last 3 sentences are a gross distortion of the truth).

That being that, my goddam super-hero post got me pasted onto the goddam front page of fullhyd, goddamit. These goddam press people will do anything for publicity ,I say. I mean, I ain't page 3 material, leave alone "Hot Blog" material! The things they do for hits...the things they do..sheesh. NEway, all I'm saying is, I thought they put me on a goddam pedestal, while ,infact, all they were doing is showing me that there are humans out there who actually like reading my shit! Or maybe its jus the omnipotent KKK n all his various avatars givin' moi the hits...hmm..I dun care, me getting hits, me happy, goddamit.

So there, all this goddam thought-process 'bout all this goddam new-found audience made me actually sit and think 'bout what I was gonna blog about next. Ha ha ha HA! ROTFL!! I actually mentioned "think" and its other forms TWICE along with "me" and its other forms in the same goddam sentence! I don't think before I post! Wtf ever gave me that idea! Now that I'm relieved of that pain...its time to actually start typing coherently again.

Sports. Of course, I'm making it quite obvious that I'm fresh off the IND-SL match, that we just bummed out of. Sport stands for everything that I love in life. Hope, triumph, elation, euphoria, the depths of depression, hatred, and bumming it. Hope, damn, I already posted on this before. In this context howevah, every goddam game, till the last ball is bowled, I'm actually sitting with my heart in my throat. Blindly faithful that my immense concentration ,on the proceedings on the field, will somehow alter the outcome. Ridiculously believing that I, lazing away on a couch, with my willpower ,can make the team win. Like everywhere else in life, I tend to be very optimistic in this regard too:P.

Elation, euphoria, triumph, depression, the depths. I'm a verrry influencable(is that a word?) fella. Sports, not only the real thing, even in movies(later on this) too makes me go like " :O :O, aaaaaaaa, noooooo, wooohOOOOOO! yeah man!!" (ok..that sounds like sumthin else...wtever!). Its one of the ONLY things in life which makes the Payne cry! The whole "goosebumps" effect while the commentators build up the tempo, the nail-biting finishes, the "this-piss-can-wait-till-the-next-break" effect which has had a surprising effect on men's libido all over the world, the "dead-body-parts" effect which makes gettin up from the couch damningly difficult, the "if-that-sunnavabitch-doesn't-score-now-i'll-maim-his-entire-family" thing (ok..this is gettin tedious).... I goddam love it goddamit!

All these add upto one helluva bumming experience. Btw, this on-off addiction of mine relates to any sport of ANY goddam kind. From cricket, Amreekan phuttbawll, soccer, F1, tennis, byasebawwl,baseketball, billiards(!), lan-gaming(*bwahahahahaha!) to even that game played with that ball made from bamboo and played like volleyball ,only with the feet. Some Indonesian thing. Oh yeah, that reminds me of beach-volleyball (ohhh yeah!). 

Thats about it for 2nite folks, I gotta go review some resumes and feed the lizards n bats.

See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

Payne

 

PS : 13 goddamits...not bad...not bad at all.



Current Mood: Relieved
Current Music: Metallica - Turn the page

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 16 July 2004, 10:47pm

Hello folks. I logon to FH tonight with a burden to shrug off ma shoulders. I'm done with this secret I've been holding back from you guys.

I'm a superhero.

Yeah,yeah, laugh all you want. I pity you, all of you who think you know me. For, if you can't see a friend's true identity how will you ever recognise the enemy around us? I have decided to come out with this truth because I've commited a mistake. More on that later.
Lets take a brief flashback.

For those who came in late:

I,Payne, known as D.Raw El Payne to the outside world was born with superhuman powers. One of my umpteen powers was the capability to eat anything, I mean anything. For those who've watched SouthPark, I'm on the lines of Crazy Kenny, the guy who eats anything for the sake of money. But I don't do it for the sake of money, do not misconstrue my existence. I eat because I'm saving the world everytime I eat what I'm eating, if it wasn't for me we would not have the Multi-Cuisine restaurants we have, the Chinese wouldn't be eating weird circular things, the Italians wouldn't be eating that weird circular shit, the Mexicans wouldn't be eating weird circular crap floating in sauce, the North-Indians wouldn't be hoggin on the weird circular fried objects they have everyday, the southies wouldn't be gulping down weird circular thin layers of batter.......my point? Without me the world would be a shitload short of a lot of circularly shaped food, heck,any other shape for that matter.I realised I had this power somewhere along the line in my schooling days, when I used to ,like every other superhero, attend school everyday by auto. My canteen in the school was located in the basement, right above the canteen, (on the ground floor n every floor upwards), were the toilets. These said toilets had horrible plumbing problems, due to which they used to well,leak, leak pee. Onto the pillars of the canteen. The place used to stink, stink like crazy. But me being who I am ,ate, ate like crazy.

Thus started the life of Payne. I'm not your everday superhero. I see myself more like Superman. While all the other superheroes have costumes into which they change to turn into "____man/woman", Superman's costume IS Clark Kent (edit:too much of a spiderman hangover), his normal appearance is his Superman avatar. Just like Superman, I have a "P" etched on my chest (you gotta peer real close, its there, buried under all the hair). People in the past have mistook this to stand for "P-Man". All you stupid mofos think every goddam superhero has to have a fukkin suffix after his name! I mean haven't you guys seen Daredevil...Spawn...Dracula...?! Sheesh. I'm Payne. You have no idea how it is to go through school being called Pee-Man. Ah well, I accept it.

As time passed, the Payne acquired his complete repertoire of powers. Some of these include, "the chameleon effect,a.k.a, the invisibility power" - where he steps into any arbit group and merges perfectly; "the spammer power" - the ability to write/comment on any goddam thing,anywhere, its an extension of the chameleon effect; "the super-burper" - a finely honed talent, the Payne is now capable of burping at more than 10 burps/second; the "bummer" - the ability to completely n utterly lose interest smack in between something; I do not have the patience to explain the rest.

Now, we come to the present. To justify the title of this post. My single greatest power has proved to be my undoing. In yet another battle between the forces of Good and Evil, Evil is triumphing as of now. My arch-rival, Loose-crapman, has emerged again. I used my power to do the wrong things. Thinking that I was doing mankind a favor, I consumed the last two puffs in my college canteen. I'm now indisposed. Payne is down for a while, not out. Payne, like any other mortal, needs medicines too. He is high on a dose of Furoxone right now (ugh). Its a constant uphill battle this, (I say this only because my loo is situated a higher level than my room), a constant struggle between my will to use my powers judiciously and the temptation to misuse these superpowers. The temptation took over this time, Loose-crapman is winning. Let us see if the Pee-Man emerges unscathed from this. Only time will tell.

Payne

 

Afterthought : Point being. I have loosies. damn.



Current Mood: Heroic
Current Music: Nickelback - Hero

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 15 July 2004, 6:26pm

Here's the second edition of my ground-breaking Too Many Secrets. A while ago, I promised you of a "lotta different shit to follow".Well here it is.... This is my version of Eminem's Stan.

Disclaimer : All persons/beings/buttharis mentioned here are completely fictitious (except for buttman). They bear no resemblance to any real life character (except...you know who). Everything I mention as characteristics about the below-mentioned beings is pure falsehood.

Chapter II

[DRP - Payne]

feat. Ammachai n Fallen Angel n Aran

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My chai's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got up to blog at all
The ammachai post clouds up my screen..
and I can't see at all
even if I could it'd all be crap
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that its not so bad,
its not so bad...

1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background
2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise

[DRP as 'Payne']

Dear Chai, I wrote but you still ain't commenting
I left my crap, my name and my mail ID in your comments
I sent ten comments back in ur blog, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the FH server or something
Sometimes I type my name too sloppy when I hit 'em
but anyways;fuck it, what's been up man? how's your neighbour's daughter?
I've got a sister too, I'm bout to be a killer
If I my neighbour had a daugher, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Mamul
I read about your Uncle Mamu too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who sold tea
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Buttman
I got a room full of your posters and your blog-printouts man
I like the shit you wrote 'bout PHD too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you read this man, hit me back,
jus to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Payne

{Chorus: Aran}

[DRP as 'Payne']

Dear Chai, you still ain't commented or PM'ed, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think its FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna reply to me on your blog,you dint have to,
but you coulda replied to FA's comment
That's my little sister man, she's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
four hours and you didn't say nothing
That's pretty shitty man - you're like her fucking idol
She wants to be just like you man, she likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I jus don't like bein lied to
Remember when I commented on ur 1st post?- u said if I'd comment,you'd comment back
see I'm just like you in a way
I never had a mind neither;
ur neighbour used to always cheat on my dog and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your blogs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really shit else so that shit helps me when I'm depressed
I even got a tatto of your name across my chest
Sometimes I even drink water to see how much I can shit
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
Fallen Angel's pissed cause I talk 'bout you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Chai, no one does
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Payne --
P.S We should be together too

{Chorus : Aran}

[DRP as 'Payne']
Dear Mister-I'm-too-good-to-call-or-comment-my-fans,
this'll be the last post I ever write on your ass
It's been six days and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two comments;
I typed the names on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm on in my auto right now, I'm doing 40 on the flyover
Hey Chai, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know that blog by Fallen Angel ,"Pictures in the rain"
about the way she associates every memory with the weather?
That's kinda how this is, this rain is our memory Chai, I'm drowning, you coulda saved me
Now its too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy comment or a call
I hope you know I ripped ALL of your print-outs off the wall
I love you Chai, we coulda bin together, think about it
You ruined it now,I hope you can't blog and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your constipation EATS AT YOU and you can't SHIT without me
See Chai; { *a girl's voice screaming*} Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's the angelsan screaming in the dicky
but I didn't slit her throat, I jus tied her up n stuffed her in there+, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the end now,
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
{**auto front tire squeals**}{**CRASH**}
...{**brief silence**}...{LOUD splash}

{Chorus : Aran}

[DRP as 'Ammachai']
Dear Payne, I meant to comment sooner but I jus been busy
You said your neighbour has a daughter, how cute is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call her that
and here's an autograph for your sister,
I wrote it on the $10.000 watch,
I'm sorry I didn't answer you on my blog, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally jus to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to drink water?
I say that shit jus clownin dogg
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Payne, I think you need some counselling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get a writer's block
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me want us to make out with each other
I really think you and The Angel need each other
or maybe you jus need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this comment, I jus hope it reaches you in time
before you shit yourself crazy, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Payne
why are you so mad? Try to undastand, that I do want you as a fan
I jus dun want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on a blog a couple nights ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his auto right off TankBund
and had a girl in the dicky, and she was stuffed under the engine
and in the auto they found a tape,but they didn't say to who it was to
Come to think about, his name was...it was you
Damn.

__________________________________________________________

Special Mentions :  Eminem and Dido for composing a kik-arse track. I hope Baap('cuz, damn can he rap!) and Aran do justice to the Payneful version. Chapter II would have been 'bout the maastah, but due to some unforeseen events, that was not possible. This is a triple whammy.

Till our next Payneful encounter,

Payne


+ Back-engined auto.



Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: Eminem - Cleaning out my closet ..after meditating on Stan all through this post.

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 14 July 2004, 11:39pm

Its an interesting thing this life-business. A week back I was full of words to type out, by words I do not mean the crap in my last post but the coherent well-woven sentences in a few posts on this blog(ok.."well-woven" is a bit far fetched :P), BUT here I'm now absolutely devoid of thought-processes and ideas. The only change between now and then is the general state of happiness in me life as of the last few days. Lotsa good things, some great things...and if I work my butt ,more to follow. My main motivator to work would be a glimpse of some moments in the past few days where I felt I could fly, where the rain seemed great, where while walking down the road I felt I could conquer the world, like the world was mine, I've felt this way before but it has been a long time since. I say a "long time" only because its been a long while since I felt happy because of something I did, and not because of someone else.

Now getting to the point I'm trying to make. There was this thread on the DBs the other day asking if, if your life would be made into a movie, what would be its title? And then today, Magician goes ahead and posts this totally hilarious post 'bout writing a book about his/her life. Got me thinking. Its just that my life, as a whole, would be one verry confusing movie/book..the movie would have toooo many characters, the book too many chapters. It would be a tedious affair alright. I look at my life as a collection of short-stories, a serial spawning a zillion disconnected episodes, with a zillion different characters. The title would be Evanescence, 'coz everything, well almost everything, in my life has been shortlived or temporary. Whether it be my feelings for someone, my hobbies, my friends, my emotions, my illnesses(been a lot of them), the houses I've lived in(been a looot of them too),the schools,my tastes in music.....a lot of what makes a person, or does it?

I envy all the fukkers who have "best friends for life", bloody bastards whom they know since they were five year olds or something! I loathe all the bitches who've stayed in one house all their life or atleast for the past decade or something, n know people called "neighbours". All those dipshits who say "my school". I haven't been in any institution longer than I've been in my engineering college so far. I have never lived in any house longer than three years, that is, just when I start to make friends with the junta around, we move. My oldest friends are the ones I keep least in touch with, its always been this way. I can't stand the girl I used to be head-over-heels over...let us not get into love and relationships, the only thing constant in that zone has been the fact that at any given time there've been atleast 'n' chicks I've liked. For a while ,sometime ,a few months back, I felt "this is it" "she's the one", only to be jolted by life's evil twists...and here I am on the road again.

There you go. The confusion in my cranium is stifling my capacity to attach words to the thoughts that are floating around unchecked, I'm nearly at the point of breakdown while I type this, I seem to have lost the capacity to write, just like I've lost every other thing which I thought was mine. My life. A collection of fleeting images, each so diverse that you'd think I suffer from a MPD. Every moment of sadness/happiness/ merging into a state of confusion to a state of indifference, finally ending up with me totally forgettin the reason and moving on in life. Only to crash headlong into another one of life's speedbreakers. Everyday conversing with a hundred million people who think they know who I am, all the while me realising..deep down..that come 2mro, I may not be speaking to 'em anymore. Wow, I'm such an asshole.

Thats it ,I quit. I'm the creator of all my doubts about non-existent things in life. Change has been the only constant thing in me life, only 'coz I've let it be that way. Damn. Balls to all of this. No NO more thinking aloud allowed on this blog. Goddamit. Fullstop.


Payne, Payne, Payne.

PS: wat the fuck did i jus type out here?!?! geez...i've totally lost it.



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Posted by D.Raw El Payne 14 July 2004, 1:34am

Dammit. I'm just fresh off reading one of the funniest posts in a looong while, baap u rock bro.n yeah, it was true as always. Whoa..fukk that was some funny shit. Still laffing n grinning at the same time and looking like a stupid mofo.

Autowallahs and autorides. Some of the best times of my life and some of the most diverse moments too. I believe I'm highly experienced in this field, the field of "travelling by auto" that is. Been travelling thisaways since I was but a wee little pain. All through schoolautos-the front-engined contraptions wich wud take forever to climb up Red Hills, to the jakhas back-engined ones wich r so goddam smooth:P, from seeing the meter at 2.80 paisa (do i remember right?!) to the fukkin penny-draining 10.00 meters in b'lore! Oh btw, I've been in autos in other cities too, to add to the experience so to say. :D

Auto-experiences in good ole hydi : These guys are the best! recently while returning from sec'bad, I had the unique opportunity of meeting a designated "auto-racer"...yeah u got that right..some dipshits actually race these 3-wheeled wonders.....after swerving in and outta traffic at insane speeds(for an auto that is), after screaming at some arbit woman crossin d road, after overtaking corollas n octavias on tank-bund, he finally asks me "kaisa chalatoo bhai mein apun ka ghadi ko?"....i let out a stifled "acha ich bhai"...takin dis chance, he proceeds to tell moi 'bout the drag/circuit races held in aamchi mumbai after midnight...whoopah! me was totally zonked n sat up from my cowered position in d back..he wnt on abt this quarterly event, in which the stakes were pretttty high..the loser even giving up his carefully tuned auto to the winner!! :O :O ...this was like the Fast n The Furious on 3-wheels ,dude!! and jus as such movies hav some senti aspect to 'em...dis autofella also had a story to tell...apparently ,he was from mumbai, had 2 daughters...both of whom were unmarried and had to earn like crazy to get 'em married..he shifted to hyd 'coz d living's cheaper..but he went to mumbai every once in a while all the same jus to take part n win in the auto-races..easy money or so he said...we zoomed past masab tank n reached our destination..by dis time, he was fultoo senti n told me how he'd worked from 6AM that mornin without findin a "savari"...poor guy...apparently his daughter wudn't hav dinner till he got home..it was 10PM then...he was tellin me how ,each time that happened, he would invariably cry...he reminded me of his unmarried elder daughter...jus wen i was wondering if he'd ask for "das rupaih eggstra"...he was like "thank you bhaiiya, mere mehnat ki khamai tho aaj milgaya"...shook my hand , jacked the starter-rod thingy,throttled his powerhouse n putter-puttered away...leavin me kinda ,well, "bulbed". A lotta other incidents like this in my varied trips in autos at all the oddest hours, this ole gentleman autowallah who was wearing glasses n a clean salt-n-pepper french beard who had done his B.A..got kicked outta his job...never got employed again...he had got his daughters married though...here's the twist..he narrated all this in english. Cool auto-dude he was ,'cept for the fact that he took paanch rupaih eggstra...damn.

Autos in the other cities : bastards always overcharge. thats all i hav to say for 'em. i dunno their language...the fukkers in b'lore always ask for those dus rupaih eggstra or heck this one time..it was 25 bucks n he's like "chaalis dedo bhai"...i started goin ballistic at him n he goes "arre bhai agar nahi dhena hain tho kyon gadbad karte ho?...pacchis dedo, woh bhi acha ich hain"..wtever. n the dipshits in chennai...no fukkin meter for them!! u gotta "settle" on a price before gettin into d dam auto...wtf is up wit that?! i mean for god's sakes y do they hav d goddam meters? to look cool?! mofos...i ended up payin  80 bucks to goto shopper's stop d first time i went...wen it was rite 'round the fukkin corner.

Ok me done with the recaps. I love these rides, I jus get to an auto n d ensuin conv is thisaways(with those rare exceptions)>>
ME: Auto aate kya?
AW:*grunt* kidhar jaana hain?
ME:banjara hills
AW shakes his head and lets out another grunt...time to move onto d next one,
ME:auto aate kya?
AW:banjara hills? (jus cross-checkin...he's overhead but jus wants to make sure that my destination hasn't changed...clever chap)
ME:haan
AW nods his head in assent n gestures to his backseat , starts his motorthingy n puts on the meter...all in one neatly synchronised motion.
silence all the way..till we reach a point where i gotta start givin direction like "left lijiye bhai...waha ghar kanne rokhdo bhai....uss blue gaadi kanne rokhiye jii"...:p
pay up the AW n say "shukriya"...
this is the routine i follow every single time i get into an auto...:D
the exceptions are real fun...especially the earlllly mornin rides at like 5:45AM, where i go n nudge the AW awake :D

Thats about it peeps. I do know how to drive, there's always one car free for me to drive but mommy always want moi to go by auto. She feels that I'm safer in d good ole autos, instead of me rippin away on me own. I'm mostly miffed at dis...but heck the autos are THE transport for me. They are the place where I let the wind fly through my hair(and the flies fly through too),an auto took me to n from the best places in the city and in my life, heck i even dropped a girl in an auto:P,my first crush was the girl in my "school-auto"*sigh*, i've bin in a "shared-auto" too - hangin on for dear life,bin in soo many of those dichik-dichik autos - wid one even belting out "brazeeel nananana" :D, for haircuts, for meetings, for college, for shopping, for late-night binges, for afty discs, for my freshers' n my seniors' farewell, for better or for worse. I'm one of the biggest sources of income to the autowallah-industry:P.

Shukriya bhai...khuda hafiz

Payne


 



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Posted by D.Raw El Payne 13 July 2004, 12:57am

Its been a 1/2-hr since I posted the "shocked" post. Something makes me believe I did the wrong thing. I'm sitting here at Mehdipatnam on a drowsy morning, the weather's great, the car radio's playing "nelluri neeraja", I'm waiting as always for the late lateefs in my carpool. In retrospect, I should have seen this coming, FA going off that is. Why does this affect me so much? 'Coz the angel was a true inspiration to moi joining these blogs.

 

It was on the cards, I guess. My previous post "a place for my head" spoke 'bout expectations and how they can put you on a pedestal or bring you down from the top. Me not talk bout that nomore. Any guesses for why she left? Burnout? boredom? likely. It could be any goddam thing, but thats not the point of this post here. This is "in memorium".

Goodbye FA. I will miss you. I may not have read all your posts, wish I did. I read a few which left me speechless, jaw-on-the floor, heck even ROTFL...thank you for all that and so much more.


*sigh*

I'll catch the memoirs of an invisible angel (i atleast have access to the archives).

Angels don't die ,do they? : They just become invisible to us mortals.

          R.I.P Fallen Angel

                      

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Y be this affecting me so much? 'Coz i'm the bum who can't find much to post.

 

PS: Did I mention? I'm good at Photoshop.



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Current Music: Bang,bang...again

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 12 July 2004, 10:24am

In the dead of the night................................Fallen Angel went private.

 

                          o             m             g

 

Now that's what I call a surprise attack, atleast I had an inclination before one of the other players went invisible. Damn. Will find out reasons later. Damn. That is one naked-looking front page of the blogs we've got there without "ClearlyBlurred"...wtf.

Gotta head to college now...

cya peeps,

Payne



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Current Music: Nancy Sinatra - Bang,bang

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 12 July 2004, 4:48am

Today's been one of those totally "insipid" days. One of those days when I eat awesum food and don't enjoy it, when I stand in the wake of a sexy cool breeze and don't feel it, when I see a great movie or two and feel like its just blew past me, when I go to church get an inkling of the great sermon being preached but can't remember or recollect a damn thing which the pastor said, when I'm reading a great book but the lines simply fly straight over my head and into oblivion, when my mind just shuts shop, when I'm simply existing and not "living" anymore. Maybe its my cold, maybe its my burning eyes, maybe its the fact that I'm realllly lazy...maybe ,maybe not. But these days ,though few n far in between, still do come. I hate this.

I realised something 'bout myself, the way I see it, all humans can be divided into two types. The "achievers" and the "bums". I'm a bum. The classification is pretty simple. The "achievers" are the guys/gals who actually DO something with their life. Or do something in their life. They have a purpose, no matter how useless/lafanga/incredible it might seem, they have a purpose. Oh wait, another rule, they do NOT laze at home, if they're lazing at home they'll be working or writing up great stuff, painting their magnum opus. They live in the REAL world, no fucking around in the virtual wasteland of the internet all their life. Again, if they're online 24/7 for writing the next bestseller, thats fine by me, not dipshits who grow grass on their bum while chatting incessantly.

Focus. Thats the point I'm trying to drive at ,I guess. A single-minded focus on something, any-goddam-thing, a lot of things even, those are the achievers for me. The bums are the ones who dibble at something, dabble at something else, not doing anyone right. I ain't saying the "achievers" are always at work at one thing, just saying that they finish what they begin, do not quit midways and stick to their job. The REAL world aspect is a big thing for me, the guys who are out there doing something right here, right now. And here come the examples, all these are people whom I know. The dude who goes to a gym every single day, I can never seem to do that. The dipshit who stalks girls for a living, I never have the patience for that, too lazy. The guy who sits at his comp all day, but comes up with some awesome prose/poetry n d other dude who sits on his bum all day and conjures up some of the most macabre pieces of english ever. The female, who tops her class, reads a zillion books, starts a book-club, travels here,there n everywhere, stars in plays, practices Tai Chi, attends d damn lit-club which I can never get myself to goto, lives life for all its worth. The dude who is lying stoned/sloshed/doped at some corner right now, he had a focus atleast. The schumi-fan who's right now setting the road on fire, who might end up as a pile of metal, well... he had focus. The nerd who's building that goddam prototype which will get him that goddam prize. All those bloggers out here whose posts have a clear definition. Stupendousman.

Dilly-dallying. Thats what the bums are all about. As I'm a self-proclaimed bum, this post needn't have any focus.

So here I go and end it.

Payne.

 


 



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Current Music: Eminem - Stan

Posted by D.Raw El Payne 10 July 2004, 12:54am

Dearest Minions!

:D :D :D :D :D :D

Cognizant Technologies is going DOWN man!! Paynefull effects soon to follow...whoa that Deo reallly worked!

You heard it right, the Payne is through. CTS, here I go!  I ain't got much to talk about, unlike depression and wrath, happiness is not much of a stimulant to type away.

I do have something else to say though. The saddest thing in a victory is having to see someone very close to you lose. Its one of the worst and awkward moments in life. I mean...I'm happy but damn I feel bad. Feeling guilty of your success is the worst type of guilt. I have made up reasons to understand why they didn't pick him, I have answers but *sigh*. Chalta hain, I guess, you steam-roller the next company coming down ovah here to Gandipet, dude. :-)

Before I sign off, I so cudn't help grinning when I saw the comments by the DBs ppls ovah on my blog.:D :D

I mean, Lubin (**blows a kiss**) , Mayavi, the omnipotent PMoW!! Totally happy, guys, amazing how a few lines of text typed by a stranger miles away lifts your heart:D. I didn't get to read 'em till now, its bin less than 1/2 n hr since I got home. Campus Placements ROCK! martiandevil(1st to wish me) ,CNut n sykoboi(1st to congratulate me) i dint forget you guys...thank you thank you :D

They do listen to Outlandish here in hyd...and Mayavi you will NOT believe this. Raj, yes, RAJ was one of the guys who took MY interview. :O He's from BITS Pilani am I right? Dude, this is one heckuva small world.

Somewhere close to Cloud#9...someone who finally believes in himself again....someone who believes that happiness does exist...elation i mean...someone who is also verrry sleepy....someone who is gonna wake up 2mro morning wit a big grin on his face...

That someone is me....duh.

Payne

PS : man..i feel good....

PPS: DNA - National Dyslexics Association



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