Revenge of the sixth.

Hi, again.
First of all thanks for clicking the link. I know you may racked your brains for the last time you saw a link to this blog and I know that you've forgotten that you've liked the blog's Facebook page. It receded into the list of the millions of Facebook pages that you once liked and didn't give a damn about the second after the "Like" turned to "Liked".You aren't the only one. I've never once visited the blog's Facebook page or this website. Okay, I lied. I visited this webpage once... OKAY FINE, MULTIPLE TIMES JUST TO GIVE THE PAGE HITS! I was honestly surprised to see the page views cross 10,000. I even had a mini party in my head for it.

An update on me. Contrary to popular belief, I'm alive. I'm approximately 11384 km (7074 miles, for my fellow Americans). I have survived a year of college in America, oops, pardon me, 'MURICA! THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD! It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Other than the winter, which lasted for an insanely long time, I seem to like it here, so far. The winter is ridiculous here. I could rant on and on about the sub zero temperatures and how stupid and confusing the Farhenheit scale is compared to the Celsius scale, which I've used my entire life, but it is not this day. Today is a nice day. The birds are chirping about their freedom, the sun is shining with it's rays of freedom, the leaves are rustling about in the wind speaking of their freedom, there's freedom everywhere. Typical 'Murican Day. I shall post about my experiences in college and time here, in the US, in the later posts.

I see that my last post speaks of Manchester United's major screw up last year. Ha, perfect timing for this post then. Number 20 on the way! Haven't been able to keep track of the IPL as closely as I would have liked to. My IPL fantasy team is screwed over because all the players I choose secretly have a meeting and decide not to play well in that particular match.

Here's to more rants and complaints about my life at that point in time, no more clicking of the Forgot Password? button on blogger.com and no more rubbing your eyes and pinching yourself and doubting whether the link to this blog is a spam which would take you to webpage asking you to shoot the rubber duck or download a silent ringtone. I'm hungry now, WHERE THE HELL IS MY EXTRA LARGE, DEEP FRIED, QUARTER POUND FREEDOM BURGER?!


Hmm....DaedalusMinion here. I am making an entry here to remind Akshith I exist too. Fuck yeah India.

Opinionated Thoughts.

So Manchester City won the Premier League title after 44 years. Some say that they truly deserved it. It'll be a crime to disagree. Some say that they managed to win it because of their filthy rich owners and thus good quality players. I wouldn't disagree. Their never say die attitude even after United were leading by 8 precious points and even after they were trailing QPR till injury time in their final match of the season make them deserving champions. United did fuck up their chances of winning EPL title #20. They have themselves to blame. WHO GIVES AWAY AN 8 POINT LEAD?! For now, until the beginning of the next season, Manchester is Blue. The Reds should use this as inspiration to kick City's wealthy ass.

And now, it's time for emo Akshith to be emo.
"She" here is fictional. "He" could be fictional.
She said something that he had not heard for quite sometime. "How could she?", he pondered, "Why would she?". His thoughts wandered from acceptance, to denial, to hatred and finally to insensitivity, the most common state of mind in which he functioned. He felt that he really needed to hear it, a reality check of sorts. Everyone has their opinions, he shouldn't be bothered, instead use opinions to get better. Why is he making it a big deal, he pondered. He shouldn't.
Chetan Bhagat's tweet is so true. Most suited for the current state of affair in his life.

He was awake 15 minutes past his bedtime because of it. 15 precious minutes spent in thinking.


House is my new obsession for now. Not watching Game of Thrones until I finish reading the books. Haven't started reading the books. The character of Dr House is so perfectly scripted that he instantly becomes a role model. Love the fact that he hides his "misery" and boredom in jokes and sarcasm.

Sister Mary Eucharist - You hide behind your intelligence
Dr House - Yeah that's pretty stupid.
Sister Mary Eucharist - And you make jokes because you're afraid to take anything seriously. Because if you take things seriously, they matter. And when they matter ....
Dr House - When things go wrong, I get hurt. I'm not tough, I'm vulnerable.

‎"Even with the most calculated plans, unpredictable things happen. But no matter what, we keep going".