Thursday, December 30, 2010

Donaldism (The Religion): A review (Excerpts from "The Book of Quack")

Disclaimer: This is a highly censored version and has nothing significant to do with those who exist and those who existed (future: improbable), and there is nothing at all to be concerned about, for those who like to be concerned about...

The man was smoking, and he thought there should be a God. And quack! There was a God, right out of the puff. God was perfect, for there was a doubt as to what be his gender, although 50% of the followers (who, after the God was named Donald 'the' Duck called themselves Donaldists later on) doubted God as a Male. God was awestruck, as were the followers, and hence to ease the situation a bit he announced in his perfectly effeminate (for there hasn't been a more effeminate tone ever in the history of anything including microwave ovens) dialect "Let there be some light". But because  it was not dark yet, so there already was some light, and thus there was no point in his announcement as there was none in his existence. God realized something, and the man realized he had sinned, almost at the same time.

The conversation between the man and the God was then sorta plagiarism-ed from 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to Galaxy' (the largest selling book in universe, more than even 'Encyclopedia Galactica') by pure coincidence (although there was a possibility that God and the man both were aware of the book for it is the highest selling one).
Here is what could be recollected of the conversation, in a directly narrative manner, -
The Man said: "So God now that you are here, please come ahead and announce that you exist"
God: " That I can't do, nor can I refute it, for anything that I would say about my existence would result in the end of belief, and without belief I am nothing"
The Man: "That is enough, you can shut up now"
God: " Holy Quack! I didn't realize that" (by default....in his effeminate speech tone)

The man again realized that he had sinned, so he went to McDonald, ordered an extra mayo burger, confessed his sin to it, and then ate it up. (It's been a prevalent trend among Donaldists ever since then, in fact it is the 3rd most popular way for redemption; first one being: peeing in the direction of Disneyland, and the 2nd one: saying "quack quack" whenever possible, as it is the only incantation uttered by God with some air of mystery to it.)

Another famous incident goes like this:
The Man: God, don't you think it is effing-quack of a fact that we are compromising with just one more God than those Atheist bimbos...
God: Ah, never thought about that! So let there be others.
(However there were others already, for even if there had been none because they ceased to exist, Carl Marx would  have been declared one anyway, and thus there was no point....)

Because of utter insignificance of God (and even the man), donaldists don't bother much about any more crap now a days including duck-shit.

The ultimate sins of Donaldism are:
Saying no to Beer
Saying no to Women
...Under any circumstances...

However suicide is a grave sin (Donaldism eats its quacks up here..though it never preaches of death and suicide bombing, for it never preaches anything of no-significance at all except things which are significant: Women and Beer)...so if a donaldist was to say no to any of the two because of his reason to live till and after the ends of the universe unlike a cockroach (cockroach will live only till the end of the universe), putting aside all wisdom, philosophy, and common sense, then he must seek to compensate himself asap. Because of this clause  in "The Book of Quack", Donaldists are virtually 'immorally immortals'.
(They are not 'immorally immortal asses' only because "The Book of Quack" says: "A donaldist is anything but an ass")

[Based on an illuminative discussion with self-acclaimed 'donaldistisqe prophets']

~ Vivek

Friday, December 24, 2010

Anecdotes...from IIT Days: Part I

Booze
The monk who was old
was being sold
in front of the gates
changed our fates!

And More Booze
The girl sure was hot
But, she didn't ditch me
Alas....I had already got
First Sujata then Lakshmi!

And now...
You come back to your room at 3:00 PM, do nothing for half and hour, and it's already 3:30 in the evening...
Time sure flies..


~ Vivek

Monday, December 20, 2010

Difference

If your landlord says:"You are not allowed to bring any girl inside your room" - this is called euphemism.
But if he says:"You can't bring any girl inside your room" - This is an insult.
(and a direct challenge to hit on his young and beautiful daughter - 'young' and 'beautiful' are subjective perspectives)

Monday, December 13, 2010

God

Declaration: Strictly under freedom of speech provided by the Indian Constitution. Those prone to take offense should not proceed any further.

God is 'something' which is as unknown and as ambiguous as a time-travel machine. That means someone or something which is well-known can never be a God. Driven by their basic instincts many humans (only they know that there can be a God , and this is only known to humans, though considering the mystery of God, it can't be deemed as truth, and hence is just an assumption) try to become God (though those who pursue this goal are also deprived of any relevant additional information).

The paths and means vary from person to person. Some give up midway and are content in declaring themselves messengers of God, sons of God (different from Godsons), angels sent by God etc. etc. (One such messenger of God is famous for arranging mass marriages between incompatible couples in S.Korea). Some waste their whole life staying nude amidst snowy mountains, scorching deserts, or just near a tree as per their respective capabilities. Those who quit such endeavors before their death, can rightfully be called to have attained true knowledge.

Another genre of 'on the path to become God individuals' is that consisting of Godfathers. Because it is virtually impossible to become something as intangible as God itself...it is easier to become Godfather itself logically (after all: father of Maradona doesn't need to play football). However God remains the missing link here as well between the Godfathers and Godsons. Mostly Italian in origin, the chances of success of this group were ruined by an individual named Mario Puzo who made them just too well known to the world for them to ever dream of becoming God again.

Social Acceptance:
Some groups of the society (society as is reflected from 'Vasudhaiv Kutumbkam') at times have shown trends to declare an individual (or, group of individuals) as God or a relative of God (Some are forced to do so however). The IITians are most prone to the above syndrome, and if you don't have the privileges needed to choose the path of becoming God, it is a safe and easy way to get into IIT and do some Godgiri.

Ending Note:
Secret to become 'Godlike' in DOTA style: (Actually this computer game even provides you the opportunity to become 'Beyond Godlike', but again not God)

1. Go on a killing spree
2. Dominate
3. Get a Mega Kill
4. Become Unstoppable
5. Turn Wicked Sick
6. Kill a Monster
7. Godlike
....and after this....
8. Holy Shit!!...Beyond Godlike

Waiting for God to solve his mystery one day....

~ Vivek

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Opportunities

I like opportunities. I like to sit down with a cigarette and watch them pass by.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Audioholic

I have craved for a good sound out of my speakers for so long now. And finally got something beasty enough to keep my ears satiated in my little hostel room.....Altec Lansing MX5021. It's been almost a week now and had I not been the most senior in my wing...I must have been listening something else(bad things :D) in stead of music....from my wing-mates. The speakers are loud...and give as clear a sound as a virgin coming out of a moonlit blue lake in the Himalayas.
And more to it... the design succeeds in drawing attention if not very beautiful, and they are priced reasonably enough to fit in the budget of most folks. And surely thanks to Katyal...for his suggestion, otherwise I might have still been jumping over forums for the answer to:- which speakers should I buy?

Friday, April 17, 2009

Godfather Update

Err.... I meant Great-Great Grandfather (Ref: 1st post) . These guys went far ahead of my predictions...and here is the damage list. (Non-exaggerated)

1. Biscuit Packs: 3
(No trace)

2. Lehar Namkeen/ Lays etc. : 5-6 packs
(They never existed...I hope........ whenever I am hungry...and look inside the cupoard with nothing edible in it)

2. Cigarettes : 8
(5 recovered during following 4 days)

3. Resins and Almonds: 1 Kg total
(Jar recovered... without the cap)

4. Cadbury Dark Chocolate: 75g
(Wrapper found on terrace)

5. Deodrant and Liquid Soap Bottle
(At least they found something useful)

6. Cellphone
(Recovered part by part with the screen broken...damn curious IITians)

7. Wallet (+ cash Rs. 300 something + 2 atm cards + I-card + Driving License)
(Recovered after I gave up on my worries..."Bandar ke haath mein Naariyal"........ :P)

Remedy:
I keep my windows shut all through the days...except when I am inside my room..awake. I am grateful that they didn't turn out to be nocturnal like the guys out here.

~ Vivek

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Back...

Am back after a long gap...many things happened in between, and I learned a lot (:D....or so I think..)

Specially "Valfi"...
Valfi is the word for Valedictory Function in the IIT Bombay jargon....an event organized by students where Profiles (Profile : Normally a 2-10 page long history of every damn thing related to the guy during the four years that will make him look like an idiot.. :P) are read (Publically on a stage...with the guy on a chair and ....friends surrounding him... and with loudspeakers, lights and videography) for everyone, and after that they are forced to butter everyone with sentimental words...:D...just exaggarating a bit..:P


Despite what it may look like, it really gave an insight into lives of friends who were lost in IIT during these four years. Specially concerning my relations with them.

A dialogue by a friend after his valfi...which I contemplated a lot over...
"We are slaves of the spoken words;...but for the unspoken...we are the masters..."

Another thing...
"I am a good friend of so many....but I feel I don't have any myself..."

Endsems are close..so I don't think next post will be before 15 days or so...

N.B. : Thanks to the unknown visitor from Kandivali(A/C to 'google analytics') who kept checking the blog and motivated me for a comeback. :D

~ Vivek

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Some Must Watch Videos

Here is the list(Not in a preferential order).
Could only remember a few...more names will be added later.

Madonna - Justify My Love
Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust
The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony
Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly
Remmstein - Ich Will

~ Vivek

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Hillu's Technical Farts

Are you worried about their quality...I am unable to recollect all of them, (IITians are generally weak at remembering things for a prolonged period. Proof: They always study when the exam is proximate enough to ensure that they won't forget what they read from now on till the exams..like 2days before exams...or, few minutes before it...varies from person to person.)...but they maybe a good note for IIT aspirants if they want to check their preparations...if you can appreciate them..while feeling suicidal at the same time....you are fit to be the part of this (infamous) clan. Some examples are here..will add more if I happen to remember...and don't ask 'who is Hillu?'..

A: Kahan jaa raha hai?
Hillu: HN...(wait...H.N. is an acronym for Hiranandani...the closest...and hence most frequent hangout for this lazyland inhabitants)...where N=10 (H1 to H13 are hostels in IIT).

B: Kaustubh ke dabbe (computer) mein kya pain hai?
Hillu: Uske fan ka d(theta)/dt gadbad hai.

C: Kya karein, bahut boriat ho rahi hai?
Hillu: Chal C2H5OH maarte hain.

D: (found smoking)
Hillu: Abe yaar...tujhe peete dekh ke mere undar bhi -L(dI/dt) ho raha hai.

E: Abe kaise log hain yaar?
Hillu: Log nahi antilog hain.

Hillu:(About PK - acronym for some guy's name....)
pk= -log[k]
(...and this fart is related to the pH thing)

F: How to score more goals in foosball?
Hillu: U need to provide more tau.dt...

G: My GF feels that I have gained some weight during lastweek.
Hillu: Tell her that she is a superb sensor, and will be very useful for industries.

(to be continued...)


Lastly...one from my thinking soul.

What does an IITian say when he is served with a cup of tea?
1)Aye, aye.. Tea!
2)Thank You!/Thanks!/Thanx!
3)Sutta kahaan hai?
4)Bhe*#&*#!!!
5)All of the above are possible.

Ans: He will never say "All of the above are possible".

~ Vivek

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Optimism

"If Murphy's laws can go wrong, they will." - Unknown (I mean..I don't know)

~ Vivek

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Buri Nazar..

And from nowhere I got this conjunctivitis thing in my eye (just one of them).

Defn: Inflammation of the conjunctiva of the eye.

Wiki says I may have viral (symptoms: sore throat, treatment: no treatment) or, bacterial form(symptom: etching, treatment: moderately effective).

Henceforth, I have decided never again to look on wiki for details of my symptoms.

I had said this before...

...on separate occasions when I almost guessed brilliantly that I might be suffering from lung cancer, paranoid schizophrenia, insomnia, Alzheimer's, or bipolar disorder (one or more of them...still doubtful)

At other times I showed symptoms of brain hemorrhage, proximate heart failures, damaged kidneys, and pneumonia.

Only thing that gives me hope is that I almost never made a correct guess in multiple choice questions.

And here I have no choice.

Conjunctivitis at least gave me a reason to flaunt my favorite 'nostalgia inducing' blue broken sunglasses after a gap of 2 yrs.

And I felt for the 1st time...

....that I can be a future Godfather type Don or, something....(imagine**)

I am advised by my wise friends to do some ad-modeling for upcoming hasya-kavi-sammelan in IITB.

I have inhaled 7 suttas to kill the bacteria/virus with nicotine...or at least get them stoned for a while.

My eye has started etching...despite repeated use of my self-believed antibiotic emergency eye-drop.

...m praying to the almighty with my other eye.

Bye for now.

~Vivek

Thursday, October 9, 2008

A Short Chat... :D

You will enjoy reading this...
Disclaimer: Those not interested are advised to not read this post. This post is done using original copy paste method. Only few words are modified to prevent situations of public obscenity.


Vedang >> bata champion
Vedang is online.

VivekAnand >> kya

Vedang >> kab karenge

VivekAnand >> I have 105 degrees of fuckin fever
and -105 degrees of cold
proper thermal shock..


Vedang >> apna bahut crack ppt hai usko thoda kam crack karna hai nahin to idea steal ho jayega

VivekAnand >> :(

Vedang >> are b%*^c^@d
kaun hai ye
vivek ko bula

VivekAnand >> vivek

main vivek hoon

gone mad...

Vedang >> kaise manu ki too vivek hai

VivekAnand >> ..because my brain is unstable eith thermal vibrations


Vedang >> accha bata aaj tune desk pe kiska pic sketch kiya tha
som ki class mein

VivekAnand >> b&!!c#$d main vivek hoon


Vedang >> >?

VivekAnand >> room pe aake dekh le
ghode ka #*%$


Vedang >> pehle qs ka jawaab de

VivekAnand >> missile jaisa

Vedang >> hmmm

Sent at 11:53 PM on Tuesday

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Face to face with a lookalike of my great-great-......-great grandfather

The campus of IIT Bombay, owns a good collection of intelligent species: humans/ subhumans/ and non-humans. (..and for sure many more divisions among them...based on: racial/social/sexual/non-sexual/sub-sexual/sexless... ...and all controversial terms known to mankind within the limit of it's linguistic capabilities.....and I won't be writing about the controversial ones...). The incident summarized (in detail actually) here is a true version of my real experience with only delta exaggeration in order to make with the contemporary writing styles.

Beginning with a short introduction... There are hyped-sized snakes which don't bite and just rest peacefully in a corner of bathroom, cheetahs publicized like the presidential candidate of US elections, and crocodiles which are shy enough not to appear when you are taking a walk on the lake side with your GF(if there is any..). Also there are bulls which scare you like the black-hole of CERN experiment, and dogs which leave no chance of sneaking in through your open door and taking a power nap (for definition read "How to sleep less...[or, naught... and yet attend lectures without your teacher noticing your closed eyelids on last bench with his short-sighted glasses...the secret behind the success of IITians....however I myself am horrible at this sleep intelligence...or, maybe I have got only far-sighted profs.]"....you can jugaad it from IITB lan) ..on the normal messy free bed...and sometimes alongside you (ask z5D11032@iitb.ac.in for details(I won't mind if the answer contains some abusive lines for me :D).)...and taking your biscuit pack (optimism: atleast suttas are spared) while leaving...and even a shawl for his bitch...(depends on his potential).

So I was right here preparing for a long sleep and at that very moment got the sight of 'The One'...the wisest of all...lurking from the big hole in my window glass (which is otherwise used for safe disposal of waste...hygiene is important after all...even for IITians).. Because our meet was quite prosaic and I couldn't observe much..so I couldn't find out whether it was an ancient copy of my (or, maybe one of yours...because initially they looked all similar when they enlightened Africa ages ago...and in their glorious reign there weren't even the 'racial colors') ..[lim(n -> unknown)]great^n grandpa or, grandma... Anyways I would refer to 'The One' as 'he'..and no offence is intended for the feminists and the feminine.

The real shock came when he jumped all of a sudden...and grabbed the lonely banana from the table (which was left there as a proof that I got the breakfast today at the cost of last night's sleep). In a blink...I was feeling crystal clear about the human grabbing habits for the 1st time in my life....why they say.."It's all in the genes"...and thanked the wisest one for illuminating me. It also clarified my doubt about "why we prefer to jump through the open window(whenever possible) when we can just walk through the door....and jump from first floor..abandoning the stairs ??". After devouring a few chunks from the lonely thing his intelligency broke all threads of manner, when he tried to send me out of my room.....advancing towards me with a special voice...while showing his snow-whites all the time...(no-no...I won't believe if it was something else...even if it would have been.. :D) . I, in a try to cope with his unexpected anger, immediately offered him the bottle of water I had in my hand...and result...got hit with the same. Soon after.. he was analyzing the spiritual aspects of every corner of my room....and applying his foresight for a decoration scheme of his possible future hangout....ignoring my frustrated existence altogether.

It was the moment I decided to present him with the reflection of his selfishmaxx demeanor and without wasting any time showed him the way outside through the same window. After he left, I felt as brave as only Achilles might have felt...as I successfully countered the (however little) resistance shown by the most intelligent of all (non/semi/sub-humans)....and that too an IITian one(..lol..)....and saved my room.

Now...as all is over...I am planning to sue him for distorting the image of the forefathers of mankind ,breaking into my room, and destruction of property (the banana). Feel free to contact me if you feel the same way, are interested, and are either working for a Human Rights Group..or, know some policewala who will take my case in without any movements under the table..or, a judge of some renowned court anywhere, and most importantly..you will help without charging me a paisa. :(|) ;(|)


~ Vivek


Monday, October 6, 2008

Hi

Hi....