Ed Sheeran. I don't know what took me so long to listen to him. I DON'T KNOW! But now that his voice has entered my ear canal, and reached the auditory part of my brain, his voice is held captive there and is being made to run around in my brain, leaving behind trails of pure ecstasy. His voice is brilliant. He looks like Rupert Grint. Rupert Grint starred in Ed Sheeran's LEGO House as a person who wanted to meet Ed Sheeran.
Ed Sheeran sang a song about a person who wanted to meet Ed Sheeran? wtf?
That is what I understood from this -
Yes, that is Rupert Grint. No, that isn't Ronald Weasly.
How would you feel holding the sanity level of a group of people, nay a community of people? How would you feel holding the destiny of the community of people? How would you feel knowing that your words could create controversies that could turn men against each other, make their blood boil? How would you feel if you had the power to break, crush hearts with a hammer? A BIG, HUMONGOUS, hammer? Awesome? Boss? Bloody brilliant? God like? Yea, I'd feel the same. Do I feel bloody awesome right now? Maybe. Do I feel like messing around with people I don't give a rat's ass about? Maybe. Will I feel guilty after messing around with lives? No. I hope not. I mostly will.
Robin: "You can't get away from Batman that easy!"
Batman: "Easily."
Robin: "Easily."
Batman: "Good grammar is essential, Robin."
Robin: "Thank you."
Batman: "You're welcome."
I have nothing to do in life. I am off to save the world.
I just thought of the Powerpuff Girls today. I used to watch the them save the world almost everyday 5-6 years ago. I miss watching them. They must be all grow up, kicking ass bigger than Mojo Jojo's. I liked that monkey.
I feel completely stupid now. I haven't posted for 5 days now. I thought only 2 days had passed since Party posters when I was informed yesterday by a young child who reads this blog that 4 days had passed since Party Posters.
Daedalus has disappeared. Diwali is over. Gaddhafi is dead. RA.One is getting mixed reviews. I still want to watch RA.One even though a tiny, insignificant part of me tells me that I am going to regret spending my money on the movie. But, I will take the risk. That is what life is all about isn't it?
The world is silent. My physics book open. My physics book is evil. I am going. Bye.
I'm not a party person. Parties avoid my path. Parties detest me. The feeling is partially mutual. I do not understand the joy of holding a red cup and swaying the body to the beat of the music.
HOWEVER, when there is a group of 9 children (7 of which do not give a damn about Harry Potter) at my door step holding a humongous Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 2 poster, two days after my birthday, I will let them in. And I did. The surprise was so much fun. Ice cream cake went up my nose, hair, face, and other parts. It managed to make me wish for a birthday everyday and more ice cream cake.
Diwali is round the corner, waiting to be celebrated like a surprise birthday party. The air is filled with the fragrance of sweets which are being prepared and with the smell of smoke. The streets are lighted up. The electricity bill is going to make people crap in their pant.
But, the festival will be marred with studies. Exams on the way.
I do not remember the last time I wore a full-pant. I walk in shorts, I talk in shorts, and do almost every thing else one does wearing a full pant. I do not have perfect legs, they're good, but not toned to show my calf muscle pop out at every step. Shorts have helped aerate my skin pores and allow the air flow, causing a cool upward drift. True, a lungi would do that in a better way. But I like my shots. SHOT SHOT SHOTSHOTSHOTS! I meant shorts.
"Communication is very important. You may be a graduate, but it won't matter if you can't communicate properly. You must make your enemies feel like they're the most important people in the world with your words. A successful business man is one who can convince to a person to buy a product which the person doesn't even need. A successful business man is one who can sell a comb to a bald person".
Words spoken by my father to me.
I love the lyrics of Coldplay's songs. The way they combine random things baffles my brain, making me like them. For instance - Like a river to a raindrop, I lost a friend.
And then there is this -
The tightrope that I'm walking just sways and ties,The devil as he's talking with those angel eyes,And I just want to be there when the lightning strikes,And the saints go marching in
So I'm 17. Yesterday was pretty, could have been better if I was surprised with an iPod, but a Harry Potter wand replica is good enough. HARRY POTTER WAND REPLICA. Just saying. My hair flew back, a negligible amount though. the wand chose me. I killed so many people with it. Gave away many scars. Had a fun time. Wizards live a charmed life.
The sizzler burnt my tongue. It is still burning. The sizzling brownie is still sizzling in my tummy. I managed to catch the last 5 minutes of KBC. SRK danced with all the girls. I imagined myself up there, dancing.
Its time to get back to reality and start giving the common college application and university application sites a gazillion hits. I didn't screw up my SAT completely.
As my physics teacher said it, "Heh, festivals will come year also. Diwali, Eid, Christmas, next year also, but heh, twelfth grade one time only". Inspirational. He even managed to crack a joke.
Oh, did I tell you of the time when three brave warriors decided to change the world?
It was a gloomy Thursday, the three were seated in English class. Their English teacher was boring them. So they Avada Kedavra - ed him. Not kill, mind you. Muggle murders leave a mark. Avada Kedavra doesn't.
He's so wasted, Acting crazy, Making A Scene, Like its his birthday.
Sorry for screwing up your lyrics Good Charlotte. Wait, I DON'T CARE! Because I'm 17 and its my birthday. Wish me people, make me happy. You have to, or else you will be struck by lightning. True story. Follow me on twitter.
Okay I'm 17. So what? You may be 17. I don't care. I'm 17. You should care. I'm bored. Too many people wish that I have a happy birthday. I don't mind.
I'm in a dilemma. Today SRK's KBC episode airs on Sony. Big win.
Today I plan to eat a sizzler. The problem is that KBC airs when I plan to eat the sizzler. WHY IS GOD TESTING ME?! WHY?! I HATE CHOOSING BETWEEN SUCH DIFFICULT CHOICES! ITS NOT FAIR! No wonder I screw up the SAT.
Happy Birthday Virender Sehwag (my knight in shining armor), Usha Ravindran (my Grade 9 and 10 social studies teacher), Gulnaz Afzal (my Grade 4 class teacher) John Lithgow (Trinity Killer, fellow serial killer), Danny Boyle, and others.
In 240 minutes, I shall cease calling myself a young 16 year old. I shall call myself a very much alive 17 year old. In 241 minutes, I shall be having the happiness tat a birthday brings. In 245 minutes, The birthday orgasm will vanish and I will want to become a 16 year old kid again and correct everything that went wrong last year. That would mean living last year all over again. At least 364 days of it.
Let me go through the year that was...
Make friends - Done
Take friendship from good to Lady Gaga level of awkwardness - Done
Help friends get "close" friends - Done
Brainwash friend - Done
Not get a girlfriend even after helping other almost get one-Done
Dandiya - Not Done
Get a full-grown beard - Almost. Need more testosterone.
Bang chicks - No. That is all.
Destroy a horcrux with Harry, Ron, Hermoine - HELL YEAH!
Get Mylo Xyloto-ed - Yeap.
Get influenced by Justin Bieber - Not yet.
Do something useful for the community - Yes. If not doing anything counts.
Survive natural calamities - HELL - FUCKING- YEAH!
Start a Photography/DJ page on Facebook - No - fucking - way (Wow, Facebook found its way to Google Chrome's dictionary. No wavy red line under it. HOW THE HECK DIDN'T HERMOINE MAKE IT TO THAT LIST?!)
(If your sex-chromosomes read XX) Get you to the top of my to do list - DONE!
Pretty stupid year. SAT results out tomorrow. A very happy birthday indeed. I'll get a stupid 1800, get laughed at and life will go on at 17.
Charlie Brown loved the Princess of China. They went (Us) Against The World to reach Paradise. There, she broke his heart, and their love went Up In Flames. Charlie realized that Every Tear Drop Is A Water Fall. Don't Let It Break Your Heart, Charlie.
"You, use your heart as a weapon,
And it hurts like heaven"
Cinema.... Cinema.... Cinema. Proceeded by an epic dubstep thingy. Like EPIC!
It is so epic, it was the only thing that came to my mind when I was asked about Bacillus thuringiensis. It is so epic, that its beats match the frequency of my footsteps. It is so epic that I'm listening to it as I copy Coldplay's albums from one mass storage device to another. Can't wait to add Mylo Xyloto in the Coldplay-albums-which-I-have-list. Parachutes was okay, I hope A Rush Of Blood To The Head rushes blood to my ear due to an eargasm.
#foreveralone
I don't like being lonely. Being lonely makes me feel alone. Like its the end of the world. Like I'm Wall-E. The school bus is like a private limousine driven by an extremely bored bulky man who looks like he has better things to do other than picking up 3 kids so that they can study/make out in school. The school bus was one part of school that I looked forward to, mainly because I could play Zombie Highway on my friend's iPod. Now the iPod is gone, the friend travels by railway, and I feel like Wall-E.
I'm on a blog drought. I'm having a writer's block. Its not a block, its more than that. Its as if the Americans in my brain have captured my thoughts, thinking of them as terrorists, and shut them up in the Guantanamo Bay detention camp of my brain. I feel a rebellion on its way.
I think I may have a mild case of ADHD, which has been becoming stronger ever since I laid hands on the Tablet. Its so distracting. Oooh, new games....
15 minutes later...
Okay, where was I? Aah, yes. Sheldon Cooper said something about the Uncertainty principle in the new BBT episode. Was I actually listening to it, or was I at some other place? Was the tablet distracting me? Or was I being distracted by the tablet? Is it the ADHD, or the Tablet, or the stupid biology presentation which is taking oh-so-forever to complete that is distracting me?
It so happens that I turn 17 in a week's time.(Read: Give me birthday gifts. I like iPods/iPads/any other gadget that blows up minds, and expensive things). 358 days have passed so fast. Like neutrinos. Unfortunately, I don't feel clever-er than than what I was last year. I don't feel anymore mature. This week, I'll spend quality time on thinking about what I have achieved in the past year. I'll probably end up with what I've ended up with every year : Nothing. Fuck that shit. I'll have to try again this time, anticipating a positive reply.
The Space Labs thing on YouTube got me excited for a few hours, during which I frantically posted the link to 5 different people. After 3 hours, Space Labs didn't matter to me. Wait for it... I'm excited about it once again. http://www.youtube.com/spacelab. Give me your ideas. I deserve a zero gravity ride. OMG, STEPHEN HAWKING IS THE JUDGE. DAFUQ!
The weather is cooling down. I'll have to start applying to colleges after next week. May The Force Be With Me. I need it. It needs me. I am it. It is me. You can't be me. I don't know what I'm saying.
The universe is connected by means unknown at first, but soon the interconnection between seemingly different things becomes clear when you think about them with a clear mind (free of dust and moisture) when you're alone and have nothing to do. I thought about such interconnection during the biology.
With the superb brain that the Almighty (if you're atheist, the brain that was formed due to differentiation of cells) has gifted me, I managed to work out a relation between this virtual haven (this blog) and biotechnology. Wondering how? Wonder no more. Biotechnology deals mainly with altering the genome (genetic material, noob. DNA, RNA, noob) of an organism. Fucking it up big time to make new organism. Thus, creating an alternate. Don't like the pink flower your mom gave you on your birthday? Go ape on it, screw up its genome, introduce the gene to make it blue. Khalas, a new flower. An alternate. Just like Alternating Reality, which is reality, only messed around to make it feel good. An alternate.
Alternating Reality also has a connection with Math. In differentiation of equations, we are required to manipulate certain steps to help get the answer more easily. Manipulation, exactly what we at Alternating Reality are bend towards.
AR (yea, abbreviated, bitch) is like the force. The blog title is like the definition to the human mind set. Humans look to manipulate situations, tools, organisms, partners, to meet their needs, constantly striving to get better while discarding the previous versions. They look to change the reality.
I'm such a narcissist.
Daedalus is developing an app for Alternating Reality. WOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
The Galaxy Tab is a bomb. Its brilliant. I'm wasting a humangous amount of time on it. Most of the time, I'm just staring at the live wallpaper. So captivating. I have to still find mind blasting apps for it and also update the "bragging rights" box of my Google+ account.
Today was an extra-ordinarily dull day, expect for a mini water fight that broke out in my class. Only 2 casualties reported.
Yesterday was a fun day. I bought a Galaxy Tab, and went to volunteer at Al Noor. Learning about Down Syndrome in biology is one thing and meeting a child with a trisomy of 21, something like porn and actual coitus. You know what to expect, since you have studied (or watched) it, but the experience of meeting (or banging) such an individual is awkward.
Son of Neptune is a good read. I love the way Rick Riordian connects the dots in the plot. PoeticWin.
I post this from a Samsung Galaxy Tab, bought today. Steve Jobs is so gonna hit me with lightning. I really did want to get an iPad 2, one of the reason being Jobs' legacy. Lets see what this Tab can do. Bitches.
I was reading my biology textbook, just to show my parents that I'm "studying". I was studying, though. While studying, I tend to think about topics completely unrelated to the chapter I'm reading. Today, while reading about how wheat, rice and cows are being mutated, improved I thought about an Apple. Then I thought about Steve Jobs and his legacy, after that I ended up thinking about Death, because I'm Batman. I'm still thinking about Death.
Steve Jobs' commencement speech at Stanford is bloody superb and inspirational.
"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life."
Steve Jobs, Stanford Commencement speech, 2005
What is it about death that has so many people pondering over it? In Rick Riordian's Son of Neptune, the God of death is captured, mortals and monsters can't die because of that. In his previous books, Nico, son of Hades, tries to bring his(Nico's) sister, Bianca, back from the Underworld.
"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death" is engraved on James and Lily Potter's head stone. The Deathly Hallows were created just to defeat Death. People ( and demi-gods and wizards) want to conquer death, not knowing that death is invincible, even the mightiest have to, inevitably, die.
"No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it, and that is how it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new."
I had to wake up for morning prayers with the sad news that my iCon had passed away.
At the age of 56, he had already accomplished more than what people hadn't been able to achieve in their 100 years or so of living, that is, changing how people felt about some things.
Now, when people think about music, they think of iTunes, when they think of smartphones, they think of iPhones and when they think of an amazing visionary, they think of Steve Jobs.
I took a moment to think, how did it affect US, the people?
It affected me a lot, being a geek/ tech nerd, Jobs was a father figure to us, in the metaphorical sense, but how did it affect people who just owned an Apple product because it was cool?
Then I saw my brother's status update on Facebook, which said, " Now no more Apple :/"
At first, I thought of reprimanding him, but I realized just how much Steve Jobs meant to his company.
People didn't see Steve Jobs as Apple, they saw Apple as Steve Jobs.
I'm sure, those who get what I'm hinting at, would appreciate what I just said.
Now, a little on the great man's life.
"Steven Paul Jobs, the co-founder and chairman of Apple, died Wednesday at the age of 56.
Born in San Francisco in 1955, Jobs grew up near Cupertino, Calif. After attending Reed College in Portland for one semester (and auditing classes for free for several more), Jobs took a job at Atari, designing circuit boards. In 1976, Jobs co-founded Apple with Steve Wozniak.
The two young men started out with a few thousand dollars in cash and a vision of changing the world. Over the course of the past 35 years, the company and Jobs have gone on to change the world, the personal computing industry, the music and film industries and the mobile industry as we know.
Apple released its first mass-market product, the Apple II in 1976. The Apple II helped ignite what would become known as “the personal computer revolution” and thrust the charismatic Jobs into the spotlight. By the time IBM released its first PC in 1981 and Commodore released the Commodore 64 in 1982, Apple was already hard at work on the product that would cement Apple’s place in computing history, the Macintosh.
Brazenly introduced to the world in 1984 via a Super Bowl ad directed by Ridley Scott, the Macintosh helped set the standard for personal computing paradigms for the next decade.
::::::Pixar, NeXT and Beyond::::::
Jobs was forced out of Apple in 1985 over disagreements concerning vision, style and attitude. At the time, Jobs was written off by many in the business and industry press as a flash in the pan. It was Wozniak, not Jobs, they said, that was the real innovator at Apple.
In the decade that followed, Jobs was out of the limelight. Bill Gates became the face of the industry and the tech story of the 1990s was the rise of Microsoft. It was Microsoft, not Apple, that would topple IBM.
After leaving Apple in 1985, Jobs and some of his Apple founded NeXT with a cadre of Apple alumni. NeXT was well-financed and its software and hardware were top notch. Still, the products failed to make an impact on the industry.
Jobs’s real success in the first half of the 1990s wasn’t in the computer industry, but in the film industry. Pixar, a small animation studio Jobs acquired in 1986, went from obscurity to industry game-changer after the release of 1995′s Toy Story. It was Pixar, not Apple — and not NeXT — that made Jobs a very rich man.
In late 1996, Jobs approached Apple to discuss his former company acquiring NeXT. Apple needed an operating system, NeXT had one, NeXTSTEP.
Within a few months of rejoining Apple, Jobs took over as interim CEO. It was at this point that the modern Jobs legacy began to take shape.
From 1997 until August 2011, Jobs was Apple’s CEO, presiding over what can only be described as the greatest second and third acts in business history. Under his tutelage as CEO, Apple not only returned from the brink of bankruptcy to profitability, but products like the iMac, iPod, iPhone and iPad have single-handedly changed the consumer electronics and personal computing landscape.
In August 2004, Jobs revealed that he had undergone surgery to remove a cancerous tumor from his pancreas. Jobs took a one month leave of absence to recover from surgery and returned to work in September 2004.
For the next seven years, Jobs would dodge rumors about his health. In June 2008, Jobs’s gaunt appearance at WWDC raised questions about his health. In January 2009, Jobs took a six-month leave of absence from Apple, to address “a hormone deficiency.” It was later revealed that Jobs had a liver transplant in April 2009. He returned to work in June 2009.
Jobs would continue to serve as Apple’s CEO until January 2011, when he took a medical leave of absence “to focus on his health.”
Jobs is survived by his wife Laurene and his family."
If you felt awed by this man's life and would like to find out more, be sure to buy his biography.
Also, last but not the least, comments about both life and death by none other than Jobs made at his Stanford's Speech.
Adele can set fire to the rain. Adele has set fire to my desire to find a suitable mate of the opposite sex, one that I am suitable for too. Adele's songs are having a profound effect on my mental and physical state. My metabolism is slowing down. My reflex actions are just actions. Time is moving slower. The universe is expanding. Neutrinos are threatening Einstein's reputation. One day we might hear - Theory of Relativity has fallen. Einstein is a noob. Neutrinos are faster. The world will end after that. My hair is on fire. Aah, fuck it.
I'm speaking shit.
Getting back to my mental state. I am forever lonely. Call me a desperate bitch, an emo fucker, but I know you're lonely too. You're still messaging that person you liked, hoping for a reply, even if it is as useless as the red angry bird. I know that one reply is going to make you jizz in your pant. I haven't found the person yet, and because of that, I'm losing the human touch. My heart is turning into stone. Hormones controlling emotions are depleting. I want a Cheese n' Weiner.
DON'T LISTEN TO WHATEVER THAT EMO BITCH IS SAYING!
Akshith has dissociative identity disorder. The emo Akshith is an asshole. This is the actual Akshith speaking to you now.
Shoaid Akhtar undoubtedly wins the award for the Most Apt Title Of An Auto Biography in 2011, till date.
He may have written shit on Tendulkar, Dravid, his team, his mom, etc., but I don't care about Breaking News his book has been causing. The news channels should have seen it coming by reading the bloody title. It freaking says Controversially Yours. What did they expect from it? Instructions to grow weed in their backyard? The real reason why the chicken crossed the road?
Similarly... Week 39 is a volatile post now that an inspector knows of my blogger half. If Week 39 lands on the wrong website... Khalas. Yea, that is the happening word now. Khalas. Finished. Even though this may seem like an exaggeration, Week 39 could have the potential to get my ass kicked. Physically harming my bottom. Worst case scenario, as I see it, is that The Indian High School gets condemned and I get deported. It is risky being. But I like it. On the other hand, I should really stop bitching about school for now. Dark times these.. Very dark.
I thought my emo period had set in today, but it was just a false alarm. But I did have brief thoughts about seizing opportunities, being an opportunist. The voice in my head said," Just do whatever you want to, Akshith. Fuck the world". I'm pretty sure that I was spoken to when I was listing out the pros and cons of having a girlfriend during the physics period. Its silly how the mind can wander off to utopia at the most inappropriate timings.
Today is the last day of week no. 39.
13 more weeks for Jan 1, 2012. 64 weeks till you die.
Today is also the first day of the Knowledge and Human Development Authority's inspection week. My school is going to behave as if Pippa Middleton is going to get married there. School is going to be fun for a week. the teachers are going to be on their best behavior. Even though they're not getting paid extra for it... Or are they? The grass is greener in my school. The sun is brighter is brighter in my school. Okay, how is that possible? Everything is possible my friend, when KHDA's inspection looms over your head.
I am ill. I have been a victim of rhinoviruses. They piss me off. October pisses me off. Last year, my larynx stopped functioning properly. I thought - nay, believed - that it was my voice maturing and when my larynx starts to function well, I'll have a deep, manly, beautiful voice. But I ended up with laryngitis, on my birthday. To make matters worse, I inhaled fumes coming out of some idiot's failed chemistry experiment in the chemistry lab. I think it was mine. I don't have laryngitis now though. Not yet, anyway.
I have the common cold. When I grow up, I will make a vaccine to prevent common cold. Mark my words.
You should listen to Like A Knife by Secondhand Serenade. The intro music is happy. I would like it to be the background music for when I successfully propose to a girl. I can even imagine it right now - She says yes I will, I get happy, hug her, the cameras circle around us, the applause, the music. It is that happy. The lyrics are sad though, like most of Secondhand's songs.
