Bang! Bang!

How did I missed this one. After reading my friends blogs namely “Bang” and “Bang ! again”, I couldn’t stop myself from writing this one. I don’t have to say that you have to read “Bang” and “Bang! again” before preceeding with this coz its totally different, but still you can always check them out. You’ll find much more than a bang in this. So get ready for this one. Here it goes..

22-06-2007

As usual I got up listening to my mom wiggings. No surprise it happens everyday and I got accustomed to it. So what I have planed for today? Lemme see.. Hmm.. I remembered that I have to visit railway station and book tickets for my journey along with two other chaps. But it’s already 10:00 am and I remember I had given them a word that I’ll be waiting for them at sharp 10 o’clock near the booking counter. “My God they gonna kill me for this”, I uttered and rushed to the wash basin. In 5 minutes I was ready and about to leave. My mom was puzzled. Where are you going , she asked. “Going to chennai ma Sham tak wapas aajaunga”, I screamed. I don’t know what sense it makes but she unedrstood that I wont be troubling her till evening. It was 10:20 am and I m standing at the Bus stop, luckily the sky was clear and there was no signs of rain. After waiting for 10 long minutes I got a bus and reached station at 11:00 am . I was planning what excuse I should make before them. But what a surprise both the idiot’s havent turned up yet. So now its my turn to blast them off. Finally they arrive at 11:10 am. They looked puzzled and afraid after seeing the big evil grin on my face. But I left them for this time. So after booking our tickets I went to one of the chaps house and had my lunch there. Then we planned for a movie and after the movie… oooooohhh now I think I m making it too long . You people must be really waiting for some action right. So here it goes. It was 06:00 pm in the evening I was on my way back to home. I boadred bus no. 38D from RTC complex. I couldn’t get a seat and was standing. After few stops the bus was fully packed and I was mobbed by the croud. I was thinking it would have been better if I would have waited for few more minutes and boarded some other bus. Suddenly I felt something slipping away from my pocket and Yes it was my wallet. I turned back quicky and saw a guy moving away with it. Hey! I screamed out, throwing my hand onto his face and bang !. I shouted again, “ catch him”. Then in a hurry to escape he dropped my wallet. But he was not so lucky a sardar uncle sitting next to the door seat caught him and here I go again Bang! on to his face. And I knew this one was going to make him go down. Then a slap from sardar’s hand straight onto his face and he’s down on knees. Finally sardar caught hold of his collar and shouted, “stop the bus.”. The bus came to halt and he dragged him out of the bus and again he goes one more slap.. “Don’t leave him”, “ Aise logon ko to..”, “ police yame chestadi kottandi salae gadini..” people screamed. The scoundrel started crying and falls onto sardar legs. But the infuriated sardar kicks him and the junta arround also starts beating him up. In the mean while I collect my wallet. After some time someone from the croud says “ Stop beating him, he had enough for today” . “ Ya leave him now, its enough ” , I said after seeing the scoundrel bleeding from his nose. Finally the scoundrel turned back and went his way. Every one got back into the bus and the bus started. I thanked the Sardar for his help and others. One stop before mine, the sardar got down after that my stop arrived and I was down . Firstly I felt good and heroic for what myself and others have done, but later I felt pity on that man. But in the end that’s what he deserved, I thought. I mean at least now he’ll think twice before doing something wrong. And sardar ji se panga kabhi nahi. tauba tauba.. Talking about human reflexes I say they are always unpredictable. I mean I have never beaten some person like that before. But had an experience of a punch in school drama. Belive me it hurt lot more than you think. And I’m not joking..

As time pass by..

When I was very young, I expressed myself perfectly and I was a success machine. If I wanted a toy or something, I used to grab it and not leave until my dad pays for it. It was so simple. I used to get whatever I wanted. If I were sad, I cried. If I were angry, I showed it immediately and minutes later I used to forget everything. And now as I grow older, I am told to stop crying, stop playing around, stop getting angry. C'mon what is it..? Does it sounds euphoric to you? Not to me,It just sounds like a recipe for disaster. Gradually what all we do is hide our emotions and the anger gets bottled up, sadness builds, and our childlike playfulness dwindles away.. So how do I live this life..?? Now when I get angry I often break objects and feel bad about it later or I punch the wall so hard that I end up hurting myself. What can we do now to combat this situation.? We can do nothing..! The time has gone.. Belive it or not nobody can bring back such glorious days. I remember a time when I used to hugg everyone, when I laughed atleast once every day until I cried, when I used to climb trees and looked up at the clouds, When everything looked new to these eyes, when I loved people unconditionally.. And now everything has changed.. My behaviour towards others, my skills, my hobbies, my interests n everything.. My own happiness is the one thing that always comes to my mind when i think about whats important to me in this world. I know there are many other things like money,food,love, sucess but still if you are unhappy whats the use of having all these stufff..? I still don't know why I m scribbling all these things or what I actually want to convey through this. But We have to start searching for all those feelings because life has so much to offer and we don't wanna loose anything..
ciao..

I’m nobody, who are you?

To all you people who don't know me and don't want to read long- winded stuff, here are two words : Struggling #*7^%$..

And If you are still with me then here we go :

This is a personal blog. It doesn't reflects much about my past, present n future, in fact - it is a cracked and dusty mirror that gives some idea about me and whats happening in my life.. May it be a surprisingly stunning event or may it be my most embarrassing moment.. I'll try to include all in them when ever I get time.. or got nothing to do.. I enjoy the good things in life..

Here are some funny facts about me..

1. I believe in God, and our monkey ancestors.
2. I love to make new friends
3. I am really attracted to things dat are different or unique.
4. I am too moody.

5. I am....

<~ Ex-Convict ~>

Ha Ha Ha..!! Thats how even a 6yr old kid was sounding after seeing my avtar. Yes I did it. I got a Haircut. I know you'll also start laughing looking at my situation. I mean its like a living nightmare to me and whats make this an earth - shattering event is that you can't do a thing about it. Ahh, it sucks when everyone around you got nothing to talk and starts off about how your hair looks. I mean I know it looks odd. You don't have to remind me again and again. Why..? Why on earth i said that. I thought short hair would be fine but never expected that this will bring up such a change in my look. It's too short.. too choppy... too off balance... all too wrong.!! I mean once those scissors have sliced through your hair even crazy glue can't re-attach it and it happens when u least expect it usually right before some important event. I wish i could turn back the clock and bring back my hair. And who can miss those awesome comments.. I mean some said you look like an Army personnel.. Some openly said you look like a buffoon.. But apart from all these statements check this ultimate comment by my best buddy he says,"Hey !! Aman.. Nice ex-convict look.. Really suits you man." Aaaaahhhh..! I screamed. I wished I had a trimmer in my hand and i could have shave it all off my head atleast i wouldn't have to face these type of comments. Hey a bad hair cut can really ruin a long string of days. All I do now is keep consoling myself saying my hair will recover soon despite how bad it looks now. what more I can do now. Getting laugh at my situation.. Haan haan khoob has lo. But remember Now or later everyone has to go through time like these so when its your turn I'll be always there to make fun.. He He..

Man, Do I need a haircut..?

Dropping by the barbershop has been on my priority to-do list for over a month now, and I simply haven't had time to actually do it. What annoys me the most are my sideburns. With these sideburns and this length of hair, I agree I look like a darn hippie from the 70's who's lost in time.I went through this stage before when I chose to try out having longer hair not the hardrocker wannabe style but more like simple straight hair hanging above your shoulders, and after a period of looking weird and out-wearing caps it actually looked pretty good, although my friends thought I looked scary sometimes. I don't see what's wrong with a boy having long hair. Parents keep on bugging me saying, try to learn that people will always judge you by the way you look no matter what. But i completely disagree with that. May be for the first look it works but later on you know what really matters. C'mon people! Grow up!!!! Its a torture when parents abuse their children to the point where they are so damaged and hurt that they have a difficult time functioning and end up harming themselves. But still I m not like that. And as God has said in his commandments "Honour your Father and Mother so that you may live long on land". I have to obey their words and if my plans go as planned, which they rarely do, then I should be passing by the barbershop this afternoon and have my hair cut..

U call me crazy.. think again..??

Woah! This would be soo nice to have at home :-)

History of video games.

Come with me for a walk down Memory Lane and get all nostalgic as you see some good ol’ classic games as well as some recent titles.

A True Story..

I used to play Counter-Strike. It use to be what i did most, this was until a few weeks ago. So much time and effort. Hours upon hours of so called enjoyment. So much so that the maps began to feel like a room around me. Almost as if i would enter another world and for some reason brought me a temporary euphoria. Everyone told me I was crazy, some even said it was if it were a cult. Yet, its not possible to explain why i would play. I remember myself patiently waiting behind the wall waiting them to arrive and fire my shots bang into their head. I can't forget those beautiful maps, breaking through passages searching for the site to plant my bomb and to say, "Bomb has been planted". I loved throwing off grenades & rattling with AK-47. I always use to say one thing about the game -Think Fast, Act Right Or DIE HARD.. I never knew what I was up to.. I trained my self for hours to survive, to become the Best and to become untraceable. I was devoted... devoted to gaming on LAN. I was fighting for one dream - to conquer CS1.6 on LAN and to claim revenge. And now I quit this never ending game. Although this of which you just read is barely a fragment of countless hours spent time throwing away.. However what bothers me is the question many brought up. Did Counter-Strike actually cause me any harm? or was it just an excuse to get away.. get away from reality.. and simply throw myself into a world that does not exist. A world with no effect on reality and yet consumed so much of it in the end. I began playing with the thought that it was just a dumb game but the problem lies when the game takes over. The game becomes who you are and all you do is play. The more you win, the more the game wins and a hobby turns into a habit.. The habit then becomes an obsession so compelling that you eventually spend more time on the game than you sleep. This was the story in my case and now I m moving on. The story is over and finally for me, the game has lost..Wondering who am I..? I m " The Rid3r ".