Year 2015
The absence of lights except for the solitary lamp cast ominous shadows everywhere in the room. Sitting in a dark corner with his knees drawn up to his chest the man waited for the nightly rounds to end. The sound of the baton hitting the steel doors far away entered the room faintly. It gradually increased in intensity and startled the man who was lost in his thoughts when the guard struck on his door. He held his breathe for a few seconds and let it go only when he heard the sound again. This time slightly less louder. And gradually it faded away into the dark silence. This was an everyday experience ever since he was institutionalized for his addiction. He was doing his best to cure himself but the battle was getting tougher and tougher. He couldn't take it anymore and caved in. He had used all his contacts and resources to obtain the contraband. And tonight he was going to treat himself to the joy that he was deprived of for the past 6 months. Listening intently to make sure all was quiet he slowly reached down below his bed and pulled out the Dell Inspiron laptop that wasn’t supposed to be there and switched it on. Once it was booted up he connected to the wireless LAN that was prevalent throughout the building and logged into the network with the stolen user id and password. A few anxious moments were rewarded with the site of Google homepage loading up and he let out a stifled chuckle of merriment. Wasting no time he went to the address bar and proceeded to type in www.rohitsammeta.blogsp..... and that was when the door was thrown open with a frightening thud and bright lights filled the room in an instant. His startled and angry eyes saw his doctor followed by 5 huge men run into the room and reaching for him and the laptop. Desperately clutching onto it he shouted in vain. The laptop was snatched away from him and he was easily overpowered. Amidst shouts of “Nooooooo…” the doctor gave him a large sedative shot that gradually quietened him and eventually put him to sleep. Shaking his head the doc looked at his chart. 6 months into treatment for a severe case of blog addiction and he still hadn’t shown any remarkable improvement. His wasn’t the first such case. They were doing everything they could in their power but without any results. A shadow of gloom set in as the room plunged into darkness once again. All they could do was hope.
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Because I don’t want any of you to become someone like the man in 2015 I have decided to cut short my work in the day and make this posting. Haha what a bunch of BS, you say? Ok then! The real reason being that the time had come for me to give out another installment of Thought Collage (and for the one to go to the temple of the king!) Did I just see you do a little dance of joy there? Huh?
So anyway...here's the outcome:
First place: Being the super magnanimous dude that I am I very magnanimously volunteered to be a judge for a magnanimous children’s science fair (ok...that last magnanimous wasn’t necessary, but it's one of my favourite words. But only second to ‘gobbledygook’. Unfortunately I never get to use gobbledygook. Until now!). The kids taking part in this science fair were from grades 3 to 9. Since I neither have scruffy hair nor currently hold a job at a patent office I thought it would be a cool contradictory thing to volunteer as a physics judge. I had a great time judging, watching the kids come up with some really smart things and me trying to explain a few physics fundamentals to them ;). Although I must concede that my efforts to explain the Maxwell’s equations to the 4th grades might not have been entirely successful. They surely must have thought “Man...that’s a whole lot of gobbledygook!” :D
Seriously though, my biggest problem was that I could not remember how much I knew in my 3rd grade. In other words, I didn’t know the benchmark of knowledge for each grade. And thus there was no way I knew if a kid was smarter than average or dumber. All I did was some relative grading and made sure whatever I tried to explain wasn’t...gobbledygook!
Second Place: Last Monday some of you might have partied, drank Bacardi and not given a fu*k. That works perfectly because it was a day commemorating a logistically significant event of my life...its beginning. And the coolest of all cool things that was given to me (in a large-scale effort to improve my personality) was this. A song by my good friend Zubin! The only reason this little bit of info is here is because I wanted everyone to appreciate the large quantities of talent in this guy and of course a little ‘Thanks Zubin’ from my side! :)
Here are the annotated lyrics:
He was a horny kid
But a journalist (Re: Sam Etaro)
He tried to get laid
A story we all know
He went up the hill
With a Bihari Jill (Re: A story that I'd rather not disclose :))
But he came back down
With a sad look in his face
But jokes apart
He’s a good man at heart
And that’s why I sing
On FFF's behalf
Happy bday Ro
Happy bday Ro
Memories of 265 (Re: My room no. in my hostel)
Will never go
Happy birthday Ro
Happy birthday Ro
Memories of 265
Will never go
The circle of friends (Re: My super stud theory about why I failed to...)
The extended btp (...finish my BTP on time!)
The edp
We never did do
Happy birthday Ro
Happy birthday Ro
Memories of 265
Will never go
Ok...enuff senti...PAIN, BLOOD, CARNAGE, KILL, SEEK and DESTROY!!!!
Haaa...I feel all manly now. :P
Third place : And finally, to wrap things up let me just say that after years and years of using other people’s guitars I finally went ahead and got myself one...a beautiful acoustic epiphone. I wish I was good enough to bless you all with the sweet sound of music that is my guitar playing. But we all wish for a lot of things and everything doesn’t come true! So for the time being this pic shud do the trick!That’s all for now! I hope this fix should keep you going for a while!
Gobbledygook everybody!
