Thursday, March 31, 2011

Indian = Cricket Watcher ?

Amongst all this hulla-baloo of the Cricket World Cup, I being someone who does not watch cricket (or at-least not on his own, with friends maybe) has forced me to think about some questions ?
Why is there an outlook amongst our countrymen that "If you dont follow cricket you are not an Indian ?"

What about the many many other sports which us Indians play and excel in and are gold medal winners and world champions in ? Why is it that the emotional psyche of a country only tingles when it comes to the game of Cricket and we are lathargic and incoherent towards the other sports we excel in.

That brings me back to the Original Question: 'Are you not an Indian if you dont watch cricket ?'
Well then I would assume a large..a very large portion of the freedom fighters who fought and died to gain our independence were not Indians at all.

Weird that we are an Independent Nation because of people who were not even Indians and died for a country which is not even their own.


Saturday, March 19, 2011

Day to Day..

Did I tell my readers that I gifted myself a new laptop this Christmas. If I didn't before, I am telling you now. 

The layout of the keys on the new keyboard is very different from what I had before and so I had a lot of issues in typing on the new laptop. But now I have started to love to type on this new one. I love the feel of the keys on my finger tips. How they make this unique sound when I bang on them uselessly. 
And its this satisfaction that I get from this new keyboard that I am sitting here on this Saturday evening trying to write something again.
But why do we or more specifically I still say that 'I am writing something' .. Isn't  that incorrect ? Shouldn't I be saying that "I am typing something" ? 

But then again I don't know , when it comes to doing something creative (Yes I do consider my blog posts to be a creative work rather then non-sense, you might not agree with me but then again, I am not WRITING here to get your approval .. but again I digress) I feel that using words like TYPING sounds too inanimate.

Last year was a year of changes for me, and I am getting a feeling and that time has come again. When I should get off my lazy ass and make some changes to my life.
But then again if you look at the main title of this blog ASS ON FIRE TAKES YOU HIGHER, I truly and whole heartedly believe in it. That unless there is some extremely compelling reason which leads to making a change in life , no one is ready to get off their assess and do something about it. 

Or to put it simply. Unless your ASS is on fire. You are not going to move higher.

My Boss saw my blog some months ago and I don't know if he was amused or inspired or what other feelings it generated in him, But he has since started using in his extensively large compilation of MANAGEMENT JARGON , this new Theory as well, called the AOF Theory (Ass on Fire Theory). This theory basically states that what I already stated ............. err..above.
(Wow, I used the word basically. This proves I am still a true Indian at heart)

I have again fallen into a rut in my life and need to shake things up a bit. Challenge myself by looking at new avenues, new directions and may be a new career path. But again, I am in my comfort zone, the money is good and so I am stuck. I need to apply my own AOF Theory on myself and prove that its not just some useless Management Jargon with no real life implications at all.
Hope I can do something about it. Will keep you posted how things go.

Well thats all for now folks, I need to start doing something else which is very important for day to day survival, and so I will end this post here.

Its surprising that after a really long time, I almost started dishing out my useless crap philosophical theories again. But good that I stopped before things get out of hand.


Friday, March 11, 2011

Don't Panic

If you think this blog is weird and does not make any sense most of the time. What I write is totally random and absurd and a lot of it is usually horse manure. 

Well you have the great publishing house of Ursa Minor to blame for that. 

If they would never have come into existence;  forget that, If they just would not have start publishing books, or barring that if they would never have published this one wholly remarkable book, (also a highly successful one) - more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?

Some of you (that means you Mr Sachin Kamath Chetta and Shonai Dada) might have already guessed what I am talking about here. It is due to this one book, which drove me mad, this one book which englightned the dark crevaces of the empty halls of my head, this one book which motivated me to write the first post of this blog. Hell it is also the one book which made me think of the name for this blog (Galactic Opera)

And Yes I do mean this one book which would always be known as The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy (not an Earth book, never published on Earth)

After about 3-4 years of first reading it after finishing my college, I suddenly picked it up again today and till now have only re-read the first 3 pages, and here I am sitting and banging again on my keyboard as memories start rushing back in.

For those of you who have not read it yet, as Mr T would say “I pity the fool!”.

(Now stop sitting here,get your towel, go grab the book from somewhere and start reading and get ready to have your Mind FUCX3D)

I am going back to reading as well.


Thursday, March 10, 2011


Anger: One of the emotions which has put me in trouble multiple times in the past. 

From breaking a window with my fist and cutting my own wrist in the process (when I was 11) to losing my best friend (when I was 23).

I have always had these MoMs since I can remember. 
MoM : Moments of Madness.

I thought I was past that phase of me now. That I had things under control, I thought I was getting good at curbing the anger whenever I can and not hurting others around me and in the process hurting myself. 

But then a day like this comes along. I am here banging on my keyboard when I rather feel like Banging my keyboard and walking out of here. Smashing the monitor, throwing it over the cubicle wall. Screaming a loud FUCK YOU to the world and walking out of here.

I am sitting here staring at my screen and still trying to curb my anger in writing by punching my keyboard when I would rather be somewhere else punching a Boxing Bag instead.

I need to get out of here. From this room, from this office, from this building.

THIS IS COSMIC (literally) BLASTING OFF !!!!!!!!