bAwA says

Wow its been a while since iv set foot in the world of blogdom. To be honest, the reason im back on it is that i have a dream.... a dream to follow in the steps of the great Barney Stinson. And it seems that all he talks about is that damn blog of his (which i saw, and its pretty funny) http://goinginmyblog.blogspot.com/ Ny ways, Happy new year to all!! This has been a rollercoaster 2010 for this tiny planet of ours, and in some ways im sad its over!! (but in many ways im happy, that its over!!) For 1 thing, i ll always remember this year as the year when i saw my first (and hopefully last) RAJNIKANTH flick!!! Robot was quite easily the worst movie of the week, month, year, decade, century (so far) and ever and ever!! I mean OH MY GOD!!! it even surpassed all the jokes i have stored in my phone about the superstar rajni!! Quite pointless, disturbing, mind numbing, and altogether *hmgmmg* sorry just threw up a little!! Just thinking of that movie makes me *hmgmmg*! sorry there i go agai

I’ve noticed something very interesting about myself today. I’m watching roadies right now, and earlier today i was watching Last Comic Standing. And watching these weird shows, Iv realised what dreams are made of. And before you think that I have some strong emotional feelings for raghu (or Rajeev, Im still really not sure....), let me clarify. I’ve realised what MY dreams are made off. And this has been going on since I was a kid. Every time I would watch a movie about a renegade robot from the future killing present day normal people to save a kid who looks like a girl but I’m pretty sure is a boy, or a TV show about cops shooting at black people (sorry I mean “African/ Latino/ some weird colour I’ve not seen yet- Americans), I would have this really bizarre feeling of being them. And this isn’t like shouting CRUCIO to the school bully while pointing your pencil at him (boy did I regret that!!), but more like thinking of actually building a robot when i grow up, or shooting into spa

http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=tVfIpkbXTbU By the time you finished reading this historic article, hopefully the above youtube video would have finished buffering. It, of course, depends on how fast you read, and how crappy tour net connection is. I enlighten you about one of the greatest bands of the modern times, Linkin Park. Linkin Park is such a great band. Everyone agrees right? Yes, Lets take a look at how the band was formed shall we?? Chester : Hey I feel so much pain inside, Lets start a band Other guys : Yeah chester, thats a great idea. Hey whos this mongloid? Myke Sh1n0da : Yo waddup my homies. I be the one and only jap rappah, I'ma gonna make yo jaw flappah with my phat rhymzah. Chester : Wow guys, this guy is THE SHIT. Let's take him along. *In the recording studio* Chester : Guys, I want to make all songs about 'the pain I feel inside'. You know, I don't want to stray from that topic. Each and every song must be about 'the pain I feel inside'.

I haven’t written anything in a long time. I used to write for the college newsletter, but college is long gone now, and in all probability the only person who’s going to read this will be my ex-girlfriend, who as I recall, was the only one sweet enough to actually laugh at my wry and warped sense of humour. Wow, thats a long sentence, (see what I mean!!). I really don’t know what I’m typing this for, probably cause I’m bored as hell, but mainly because I just feel like typing utter rubbish. I’ve just finished reading a few books, the white tiger by Arvind Adiga, being one of them, and I got this inane feeling to jot down my own thoughts. Ah fuck it, no thoughts on that book, other than the fact that it was brilliantly written, and the protagonist is a real douchbag. So what do I write about. I guess the most recent thing would have to be the attack in MumbaI over the last few days. Naa, too depressing. I need to talk about something more uplifting. I know I ll talk about making a