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".

Football-ing the Internet.

It's the middle of the night, the cat is wailing, you're not interested though, instead there is a bright screen of a tablet in front of you which has your attention. On that screen are, approximately, 10 people and a ball frozen in motion, like as if Kronos had arisen and was testing out powers. You stare at the screen, in anticipation of being able to watch the men and ball move. Nothing happens. You start tapping the screen, urging the men to do something interesting. They rebel. Then panic strikes. You curse. You start to sweat. The cat wails louder. You still ignore it. Then you pray to The Almighty, begging Him to stop the torture and penalize you for your misdeeds in some other way. Then you start to rape the modem, abusing it and the internet service provider in the process, calling them cheats, among other eargasmic words which if spoken in front of your mom would cause a seizure of her heart. After the modem has restarted, you coax the tab to function well so that you can reap the benefits that come with a good internet connection and a device that supports Flash. Finally, after 10 minutes of intense struggle, that would have made the Mahatma proud, Real Madrid vs Bayern Munich live stream plays on the tab. But by then, you're too sleepy to bother about extra time  and the result. But deep inside, you're fighting to stay awake, deep down you know you need to watch the match, 'cuz you need a good Facebook status and you need likes on it, to increase your mana. The urge to sleep over powers your worthless thoughts and you sleep, missing the penalties and the expressions on the faces of Real Madrid's staff and team when Ronaldo didn't score.

I know. It hurts.

You curse life.

I just watched this video. Seems apt.

UEFA needs to pick up tricks from the IPL. Having cheerleaders is going to draw the attention of more men, especially those who are tired of the ones in the IPL. If there was an award for fair play, John Terry would have thought twice before kicking the opponents buttock, he would have had the chance to play in the final. Goalkeepers would put that extra bit of effort to save a goal if there was an equivalent of Karbonn Kamaal Catch like Karbonn Kamaal Save. Replacing the mind blowing expression of GOOOOOAAAAAAALLLL when there is a goal, with one equivalent to DLF Maximum, maybe something like "Mastercard Priceless Shot" will help in re-branding scoring goals. Players will be inspired to create Priceless moments. There should also be good looking women to interview those on the benches even if their job is to make bland jokes and asking stupid questions. It would keep the TV audience interested when the crowd chants become unbearable and the ball is just being passed around.

Barcelona vs Chelsea was a good match. Don't think I've ever been excited more while watching a football match. And I don't watch football often.

Times Have Been Better

You may have wondered if this blog had been packed up in a banana leaf and left on a busy Indian street for the cows to devour and then excrete out and then used by the farmer for variety of purposes. You may have even been right, if it wasn't for those meddling kids and their dog. You may have been right if I hadn't known of what goes on in your mind. You may have been right if I had been utilizing my ample free time in doing something productive. Fortunately, you're wrong. For now...

Once upon a time, I had a certain job. A job that could have fetched me a good amount of the green notes, which help run the universe (I'm talking of money, not drugs), if I had the will power to work. Then one fine day, which coincidentally was the second day of the job, the will power to remain employed was thrown to the dogs. Asking people about their eating habits didn't suit me. I may have even scared off one of the to-be-respondent. That's how life is... Women just don't want to give me their phone numbers. Insert a sigh, if you please. It was the universe speaking to me in God-tongue, which I have nearly mastered, that the job wasn't for me.


Cooking 101 - The secret to make a good chapati, or anything circular from a ball of dough, is to caress the ball with a stick in all the right places, else it'll turn into a butterfly.
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Uneventful Events.

The past few days have passed without much shizzle.
Prom doesn't seem to excite me. Haven't even bothered much about the attire. Maybe because I'm a guy. Clothing has a lot to do with the gender. I might as well tweet from the ballroom. If you do follow me on twitter and if I do start tweeting from the ballroom, mainly due to the fact that I have no date, #Prom2012 will be the hashtag for the event.
Being the manager of a cricket team, which includes players I play with, is hard work. Almost no work at all. After a disaster with the class football team, resulting in my resignation after the first match, I gave up all hopes of becoming a manager again. Destiny had other plans. Here I am now with a 100% win record as manager of a cricket team.
I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to be doing. The Google search shall help me. Google search never fails. Worthy companion.

Another tsunami warning for India. No. I'm not ready for another candle light vigil. May Poseidon be with the ones in danger of losing homes and lives. May the Force be with them. Stay safe.

Suzanne Collins is epic. I love that she has managed to add a twist or a suspense at the end of every chapter of Catching Fire. It gives me the goosebumps and I stare at the final sentence of each chapter in awe for about five minutes on average. May the odds be ever in your favor.

Yeh IPL Hai, Boss

This is IPL, boss.

So the new season of the Indian Premier League started yesterday. It officially begun on 3rd April but the opening ceremony was lame, so it doesn't count. Filled with the glamour of Bollywood, one wondered whether it was the IPL opening ceremony night or just another Bollywood award show. Continuous re-runs of the TV ad will help erase the memories of the opening ceremony, but after a while, I'll have to burn the TV as the ad will become a torture. But for now, the TV is safe. The opening ceremony was bland, just like the food I'm being made to cook. Food, which I have no intention to eat later on in life. How is cooking such food going to help me? I don't know.

The first match between the Chennai Super Kings and the Mumbai Indians wasn't an epic one. Maybe the expectations were too high. The commentators blamed the pitch, saying that the pitch wasn't T20 friendly. The pitch curator must have been cursed in Tamil and fired by now by the CSK owners. Bloody traitor.
Hats off to the curator, though. Such a troll he is. It takes a lot of courage to introduce an alien wicket in the first match of one of the world's most glamorous tournament.
I will blame the opening ceremony for boring the crap out of the CSK team who were called on stage and made to shake their hips for their dismal performance.
Hopefully the pitch at Eden Gardens today will be a predictable one, according to whatever SRK and Gautam Gambhir have hoped for.

Sailing. Running. Rocking.

There is just something divine that oozes out from the sea, or whatever one calls the water body I went sailing in the day before yesterday, that has a calming effect on the body. The aesthetic quality of the sea has this ability to absorb the residue exam stress and demolish it. Real good fun. And thank god for "I'm On A Boat" by The Lonely Island.

Temple Run is like life. At some moments, it is life.
There are monkeys or dementor like thingys behind you. You trip and they magically catch up, just like failure and fear. A single wrong move, and failure is right there to greet you with open arms like an old acquaintance, but we keep on running and manage to shake the monkeys off our back.
Sometimes life rewards you with power-ups to make the going easy. We thank the Lord and move on with greater concentration since the Force is with us, and eventually accomplish what we have set out to achieve with great ease.
There will always be obstacles in our path. Life ain't no exponential growth curve. That is what makes life all the more worthwhile. Without challenges and objectives, are we truly living? We don't even know where we're heading to in Temple Run, even the game producers don't know, they're mere mortals like most of us. It's left to the program to decide where to take us, giving us choices of the path to take on the way, just like what we experience in life. We are bound to fail at some point of time, the running may get too fast, or we may be distracted by external/internal factors and fall down.. But then there is always the Run Again option and we get back wiser and with wounds that chicks dig.

Yes, the gloomy asshole is back.

JUST IN! FAKING NEWS.

Caretakers of the Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple in Trivandrum, India, where gold, jewels and statues worth an estimated $22 billion have been found, have decided to lodge a complaint Imangi Studios, producers of the popular game Temple Run for giving ideas to the people visiting the temple on how to steal the jewels and run. The authorities have had to spend some of the gold to hire mastiffs to chase the the robbers.

"This is very unfortunate, we condemn such games that spoil the mind of the young children and make them experts at avoiding evil monkeys. We have decided to hire wild dogs, since dogs aren't monkeys. The robbers won't get very far" says the head caretaker, while sipping on the tender coconut water. Hearing the comments of the head caretaker, many visitors were heard shouting "Challenge Accepted".

More and more people have started buying track pants and shorts to ensure an easy run, the lungi shops have started to shut down. "Lungis are very uncomfortable and they tend to fall off after a while, spoiling the fun" says an avid Temple Run supporter. The next few days are bound to be eventful. As the roads are getting cleaned up, and pot holes being covered for a smooth run, it will be interesting to see what new defenses the temple authorities set up.


Sometimes I cease being a rock and try being a mortal. Bad idea.

My day revolves around the electronic gadgets lying around my house. From the gravitation field of one, I am miraculously placed in the field of another. Fun time.

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The blog linked is a complete contrast to the URL you see. Enjoy.

This Time, I Know, It's Gone..

So it's overThis time, I know, it's gone

So the board exams have ended. Now the wait for the results.
The cocoon has been built. Took 14 years to do so. 2 more months for the results, will it be a butterfly emerging from the cocoon or a moth? Who knows...
But for now, it's time to enjoy life in the interstice between exams and results.
It is time for me to read the Hunger Games series and watch the movie, and read the Game of Thrones series and watch season 2. It is time to listen to my hair grow.

Why butterflies? Because Unicorns don't exist.

Up in flames