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alright. this is just RUDE! i drag my bum over to FH after what seems like an eternity and i know i haven't blogged in a friggin long while but this is simply  rude! wat u ask? fh puttin a blinkin BIG sign askin me "Are you stupid?". i mean wat the! i mean i know the answer to that one, but this is like fh is personally defaming me.

alright. i'm sure most you reading this are in the majority who actually do not click on signs which say "Congratulations! You've won a million dollars you sick pig f__k!"  and no, i've never clicked on such signs either. but today, now, this was a personal attack. one regarding my most important facet. and as i have been readin up on a lot of general awareness n also writing down stuff 'bout myself, i did know the answer to this one. so i went ahead n answered "Yes". DA BLUDDY CHEETS!! it wasn't one of those multiple choice quizzes! can u blive dat?! What did they mean? Were they asking me if was stupid enough to click that button? Or if I was really stupid? Or is stupid a name given to some tribe somewhere? Or if the world is flat? Or if Sarah Freder is flat?  What is the meaning of the universe? Ms/Mrs. Sarah Freder proposes dis>>

"If you have a serious, perhaps urgent problem to resolve, whether it be concerning money, bad luck, love or any other large or small sexual grievance, to help you, I am offering you a Free Personal Horoscope and I will reveal my deepest desire and also your lucky numbers, all free of charge. In additon to this you are entitled to win a free subscription to www.clickme.com, the premier pornography site for stupid individuals such as yourself."

uh. weehoo. :|  Click that icon. I did, and my world will never be the same again.

And now onto the purpose of this post. As I've completely lost any traces of humour I shall now proceed to tell you sick f_ks the things I've noticed in d last few days.

>>The guys who compose the background scores for Sony/Zee/SP soaps should be given like multiple-grammies or multiple-skull-fractures. Choose one. Want me to sum up their scores for you? Muh pleasure. "chajan-chajann-chajaaaan-dish! zooom! dish! chajaaan" :|

>>The guys who act in aforementioned soaps should be sent to a proctologist. So their digestive systems may be clinically clogged for a while and then some. The wide variety of facial contortions which they'll learn in the following days will provide an excellent twist to the serials. Coz right now, their modus operandi is simple>> first chajan - turn left; second chajan - turn right; third chajaaaan - zoom in. :| at the sound of dish - open eyes wide. :| How do they open their eyes that wide?

>> TeeVee ppls are becoming fultoo responsible. We now have Statutory Warnings superimposed on the screen when ppl smoke in the above soaps. Shouldn't they be putting 'em throughout ze soap? Like a marquee say...hmm..which might read..."The actors/actresses who are shown on screen are trained professionals. Trained to stick hotrods up their posterior ends so they may emote. Do not attempt this in your homes." hmmm.

>> Why is Kentucky Fried Chicken the only thing I can think of in the middle of a Group Discussion? :| I mean there we are discussing whether the filing system of Good Company is efficient or not and the only thing I can think of is a good juicy piece of KFC. :|

>>How in the world do you find kidnapped babies? :-/ They are babies for cryin out loud! :-S U can stash 'em anywhere...and they all look the same..like lil hairless chimps! ... :-S

>> This place is dead. So very. But interestingly, for some freaky reason, I stay put in that top 5 list. As Seinfeld put it so articulately>> Who are these people??!  :-/  And weehoo i'm number 2 on the list. Always knew number 2 was my spot.

Hokay. See you soon.

Payne

:|

Time is slipping by like the proverbial sand through the fingers. I have a vague idea why, it goes like this - maybe I should I get my butt off that beach, stop picking up sand and watch it slippin through my fingers. THATS what I should stop doing. In my case, the beach is my couch (well not so much a couch as a sofa(what the fuck is the difference(this bracket has been added so as to end with odd number of parenthesises(nice word innit?)))). See I can't count even. :| 

What should I be doing? Acquiring infinite amounts of knowledge, grabbing gyaan from all corners of my world, all the while. So that I may be the intellectual I never was. What have I been doing? Pretense. Everything but acquiring gyaan. Been busy doing a myriad of things which won't help me a bit. Time does fly when you are doing nothing. I haven't been bloggin' as well, you know why? 'Coz, as a blogger, I have matured. I have been through the daily posting times, I've been through the hit-whoring phase, I've been through the heart-pouring-out sessions with notepad, I've been through the total-lack-of-time-to-blog phase. I've reached a point where I can look at my blog and not be irked that there's no new post, not develop a constant itch that my blog is lying waste without any hits..:D Well, the hits bit is bein taken care of in style by all of you invisible visitors. :)

As is usual habit when I don't post for a while...the above 2 paras were typed 2 weeks back. Strangely, at the time I wrote this, I had no idea that I would be on a beach, picking up sand...feeling the waves caress my feet...taking snapshots of a moment which I'd love to cherish for a lifetime. Irritating all n sundry by the incessant click-clicking. Maybe I should use my mind, my brain's vast empty vacousness, like I used to. To store the infinite beauty of nature in that moment in my mind...not on my bloody harddisk. Photography..ah. A new found joy..:D I shall duly show off some of me pics soon on dis blog. Alright..I have completely missed ze point! Where was I this past week? @Chennai ppls! or Madras as I prefer to call it. @Saarang again. Different circumstances, different company...but double the entertainment...or maybe not.

As I sat in the train gazing out the window to see that full moon, the moonlight reflecting off the river's shimmering surface...I reminisced about the week gone by. This was not about Saarang at all, this was about friends, this was about being with friends so special in a place so detached from real life that I'd want to stay there forever, and then a day. But then real life is real, so here I am back in Hyd posting on my very sad-arse deserted blog. To cut a long story short - Saarang rocked. Why? Not because of the event, not even because of Chennai. Because of the company, because of you. Only you.

This was not a post to remember, this was not a post to look back. I'm typin this right here and right now only because I want my thoughts to flow in some sort of coherence. That sand-effect is getting to me, time is flashing past not as much as through fingers but more like a huge hourglass - with me sinking in the sand. Alright, enough of d stupid analogies. A startling realisation hit me today. The last time I'd really learnt something new was two years ago. Thats a lot of time. I need to do more. Right now. Dammit. Mind. Blank.

The words have been drained from these fingers,fingers that want to compose masterpieces.Thoughts that plead to break out,words that refuse to form. Confusion - an ephemeral form that lingers. Is this the writer's block? or is this simply the reality of my mind,a mind screaming for the synapses to fire. Geez.

Blank.

Payne

PS : Mad-Scientist's T-shirt : "The world sucks. I'm just here to blow it up."  - Payne, Jan 23rd, 2005.

Floating vision.

- January 25th,2005. 

On a beach somewhere on East Coast Road, Pondicherry.