Let's Make it Possible....Together We can & We Will...

AIDS - Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. Caused by HIV (Human Immuno Deficiency Virus ) was medically proved to be a fatal disease which grants you death in installments. If you follow the 5 rules of life, you can save yourself from getting infected. Let's put a halt to it. A big full stop. Let's make it 1981 - 2009. Let's us make this as our New Year Resolution. Together we can and we will.

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Public Awareness - Since there are worse things to live with than the pain of a needle. Get Tested. Get Aware.

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Remove the various obstacles and hypes which you have been building because of lack of knowledge. Have protected sex if you are desperate enough. Use condoms. Don't fear to get tested when you never feared unprotected sex.

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Don't be a sex maniac. Each one, Have one. Wait for the right time to do the righteous thing. Self-satisfaction serves to be the best remedy in case of singles.

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In Africa, tribes are under the wrong impression. According to them, indulging in sexual activities with a maiden/virgin cures AIDS. Little Knowledge Is A Dangerous Thing.....Perhaps. Save The Bird.

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Message says it all. Come on, be a Man...Be worth a Man. At least try once. Live with Pride. Live with Dignity. Not with Shame. Not with HIV/AIDS.

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It is not Rape. It was Sex you never knew you wanted. Being that desperate....!!!! Find A partner. Go ahead and marry. Have a Happy and Married Life. "Never commit a rape." Make this commitment.

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Make your mark. Spread the awareness. Not HIV/AIDS.

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Together we can, and we will make it possible. Let's join hands and give it a try. Let the world see it. AIDS: 1981 - 2009.

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Make A Promise. Eradicate HIV/AIDS. Spread the Awareness, Not the Disease.
After all, Your Life is in Your Hands. Abuse It If You Wish To........!!!!

Mentally Never Stable

Blame it on corruption. No one can ever pass the Taj Hotel's metal and explosive detectors when they are ON. The pirates of Somalia demanded 2.5 billion dollars. The government will definitely have its share in that 2.5 billion dollars. If terrorism has to be stopped, then we should start it at our homes, ie, Parliament. Today we lost 3 top-most officials of our police force. We lost 3 true-hearted SONS OF SOIL. What was Raj Thackerey doing when we lost these 3 true-hearted martyrs. If he would have shown his agility today with his so called MNS army, then I guess it wouldn't be a shame for us to call him a real hero.

Today is the day we all will remember as the day, the financial capital was hit by another terror attack. Today is the day we all will remember as the day, we fought hard with them. Today is the day we all will remember as the day, we lost 3 of the top-most officials of our crime department. Yes, today is the day we once again stand tall and fearless by battling terror.

My heart-felt condolence to our great martyrs who laid their lives in order to ensure protection to us. I really feel proud to call them the SONS OF SOIL who never cared who they were, what happens to them or what will be the consequence. Today was the time, no one cared whether he was A North Indian, A South Indian, A Christian, A Maharashtrian, A Muslim or A Bhaiyya. Nobody cared for the caste as well as political prejudice. When it comes to India, we all stand together. I hope the Sick Chicken, I mean Raj Thackerey, now realizes that we are all Indians first, and then we belong to our respective sects. I hope you were not born and raised by hypocrites. I hope that your ancestors had secured your admission in a well-known school which taught you the laws and orders of this nation. I definitely feel the urge to state that the nation's architect had clearly mentioned that any Indian can reside in any part of India without seeking permission of the respective state. If at all, you are in your senses and are conscious about it, then I would be highly obliged to remind you that the nation's architect was also a SON FROM THIS SOIL. If your care is that deep-rooted for your people, then I have job openings for them. Most of the police department seems to be corrupt. Right from the traffic police to the seniors. Even ATS is blamed to work inefficiently. Why don't you guide all your people to join the police force without corruption ? Why don't you brain-wash your highly qualified and intelligent people to join the ATS and crackdown the various terror cases like we crack a ground-nut. If you have so much affinity towards your mother tongue, then why do you send Aditya Thackerey, your own son, to Bombay Scottish School...? Instead, send him to Bhagini Mandal or Bhausaheb Paranjpe Mahavidyalay. I am really proud of Mr. Hemant Karkare, Mr. Ashok Kamte, Mr.Vijay Salaskar and Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan who laid their lives by entering the Taj with a revolver in their hands. I am proud of that constable who without wearing a bullet-proof jacket, entered Taj to fight terror with a small constable stick (Lathi) in his hands. I am really proud of him. Hats off to our martyrs.

Regarding www.jaagore.com, which turns out to be the biggest hype of this country, I yet remain astonished to notice that even Tata's are sponsoring such joking websites. I hope after the Singur move-out, Tata's aren't behind infamy. The site propagates a crappy message that," If you are not voting on the day of election, then you are sleeping." I wonder even if we wake up, then will these folks dare to go to wake up the sick and mentally retarded politicians. The site convinces us to wake up and vote the politicians who are already asleep & make fake promises to the youth about bringing a change. A word of advise, Jaagore.com should also mention which political party has got which grade of poisonous potency. When they are making such a great atempt to wake up the youth, then they should first open the heinous activities of the various political parties. They should strictly mention on the voting machines (as well as websites) whether BJP is DDT, Congress is Cyanide, MNS is LSD, Trinamool Congress is Conc. Sulphuric Acid,etc.etc. or any another strong harmful reactive chemical composition. On the last line of the voting machine, Jaagore.com should definitely mention a note saying, " To whomsoever it may concern, elect the candidate you feel. In the end, all of them will be a same story with a different version. All of them will take you to the path of death." I suggest the chairman of Jaagore.com to reconsider the thought of having a "Vote No-One" option. I will surely turn up to vote if this feature is available because the nation doesn't deserve a vote anymore. If Jaagore.com really aims in waking up people, then it should wake the people on grounds of blood. Our blood is not an ordinary blood. It has the blood of Subhash Chandra Bose, Shivaji Maharaj, Rani Laxmi Bai, Khudiram Bose, Bhagat Singh and many more countless number of freedom fighters. The late we wake up, the harder we fall. If people yet consider the thought of being classified as Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyaas and Shrudhras, then I hereby declare myself as a Brahmin by performing my daily prayers, I am a Kshatriya by protecting my home and homeland, I am a Vaishyaa by doing business and earning my bread and butter as well as I am a Shrudhra by sweeping my own home. It's time to stand united against terrorism rather than pointing out the various flaws, differences and security failures in the political parties. It is time to Fight Fire With Fire.....!!!

SOS - Helpline Cancer

WHO declared Cancer as one amongst the most deadliest diseases. Although the cure for cancer is available, but cancer is never eradicated completely from the body. As long as the treatment continues, the disease is in control. Once, you terminate the treatment, the disease bounces back with a big bang. I hereby convey the address of an Ayurvedic doctor, who has cured cancer and even helped to avoid the side-effects. One of my friends was in final stage of Blood Cancer. Doctors had given him a time span of mere six months. With all hopes giving up, all dreams shattered, this fellow contacted the below mentioned address and today he is working as a CA in a MNC, earning more than a half of lacs a month. If at all, there are any cancer patients, just contact these people, send all the photocopies of various reports (or as requested by the doctor ), they will ask for the payment which is much reasonable as compared to a chemotherapy or a radiation and the packet of medicines will reach you in a short amount of time. I pray no one becomes a victim of any of the deadly diseases. If there is anyone, who is indeed a victim, then I believe I have served the purpose.

Dr. (Mrs) Pasang Gyalmo Khangkar
Dr. Lobsang Dolma Khangkar Memorial Clinic
"Dekyi Khangkar"
Mcleod Ganj 176219
Dharamsala, Dist : Kangra
Himachal Pradesh, India.
Ph. :01892-221668
Timings:
8 AM - 12 Noon
2 PM - 5 PM
Thursday closed.

Fraudband

Since, I am unbeaten since '86, even today, the streak continues. Today, the streak chart is just being stretched by another 3 inches so as to make an entry of 22-0 into the Hall of Fame. Being an auspicious day today itself, I have decided not to highlight the darker as well as the weaker side of life. Mommy used to say, "Son, try to do some charity on your birthday. At least try once." So today, when Momma isn't amongst us, I am trying to act as Mommy's boy. I have finally made my mind to do some sort of public charity. I will try my level best to open the eyes of the consumers, customers,clients,etc,etc,.

Since, the nation's architecture was been handed over to a person who never had a degree, it was predicted that such a mishap is likely to happen at the earliest. And as per the architecture, Sify followed the rules and regulations. Since, it was raining heavily along with some thunderstorms, it is understood that the routers, hubs and various other devices might have failed to work efficiently. The International Gas and Oil pipe coming straight away from the gulf of Arabs was hit by some cargo or a big whale. Sify server was down even for that failure. I never understood the correlation between as gas pipe and a fiber wire. Simply put, it was a good excuse to spoof the customers. I guess Sify servers are not located under water....In another big time mishap, the mobile networking tower was burnt out and as usual, Sify server was down again. The most terrific news was that of a bomb-blast somewhere in North-Eastern regions of India and Sify acted according to the architecture. It was again down. The corporation also has a broad plan to hire some layman and proclaim them to be engineers or Field Executives. One of the field executives who visited my place, was still in search of the power button of my PC. The next time he visited, he updated his search warrant and was surely hunting for the green colored Start button. I wonder, even after 3 pegs of rum, Karthik never knew whether he was speaking or the rum was speaking. But, Karthik definitely knew how to switch on the computer and spoof around with some stuffs which he learnt from his mentor, even after those 3 pegs....By now, Neurotic must have abused the stupid dogs because of such retarded work from Sify. Meanwhile, Sify is still routing the Mumbai users via Chennai although their Mumbai server was still working fine. Sify might have imagined the customers to be as foolish as their laymen. Well, Sify also has a great customer care unit to handle all the technical cases by informing the customers about the delayed services. Today, the streak chart will be stretched by another 3 inches, to mention Sify in their records, fortunately into the Hall of Shame. By now, Neurotic must have gulped down the entire sugarless tea and fagging out extra loud to become one amongst the most disgraced customers.

Highway to Hell

Highway, Causeway, Greenway...Never thought of making a Deathway. Might be beyond our imagination. Some god-damned bloody thing which nobody wants to choose or inherit it. Something we cannot refuse to accept. The only thing that fate can gift you. Yes, it is the highway which leads to hell.

Waiting for the last tick in our clocks, which was keyed in by our beloved Gods. God created planet called Earth. We are meant to be alive on Earth. Clock starts ticking at the very first breath. Clock nears the end. The gong starts striking At the Gates. Eleven saintly shrouded men start their journey, wash our souls from sin & take our souls from this lusty atmosphere.

A word of advise. Don't go hunting for this highway. You might not know that you are already riding on it. This highway begins with the first stroke of your breath & ends when you meet Death. I am describing life which leads you to hell by trespassing through this highway. It is this highway where babies are burnt, where a dad curses his son and prays for his deadly fall, where people can betray and cheat, where women are raped, where child abuse is most common, where liquor is cheap, where bitches wear a mask of a girl to insult and stain femininity. It is this world where you have got the license to kill someone so as to survive. It is this world where PrAyErS hAvE ImMeNsE PoWeR.......

I have seen many things on this highway & might be many more to jump in line. Maybe, it doesn't match my taste or maybe I'm at a wrong place at a wrong time. Mistakes are forgiven in this world. So even God made a marvelous mistake of sending me here. Maybe the satanic masters feared me. So they forced God to send me here. But, if you all Master of Puppets are reading it, then start preparing your resignation letters because in the near future, I will be there soon. This is the Happening. The worst is yet going to happen. I am riding at a lightening speed. I am coming home. I am on Highway to Hell.

Cheating Death....Stealing Life

A great statement, the toughest ever job offered to mankind, the victim never witnessed henceforth, the verdicts with a big question mark on their ugly faces and suddenly we notice death was cheating on us.....It was a wonderful day when I was assigned this toughest job. After approaching life in a stealthy way, sharing close eye-contacts with life, the masks were ripped apart from the eyes to reveal death's face. How calm, clumsy and sinister death is, who plotted the stealthy life triangle to trap me. How safe and secure I was, and how death guided me to this stage, still remains a mesmerising trauma. I am yet astonished whether I am alive or sharing a glass of red wine with death on a same table, blogging and talking tall.

After a peg or two, and relaxing for about the next fifteen minutes, to my surprise, I found that death was having a glass full of wine on the next table. Tried my luck hard to cheat again but this time it was some different game. Blame it on co-incidence or fate, whatever it may be, but both of us switched over to rum at the same time. Minutes later, when both of us were just going to quench our thirst with the age-old rum, all of a sudden, the waitress turned to our tables and exchanged our glasses. I dared not to utter a single word and move out of this conspiracy but my inner desire never allowed me to do it. Finally, gathering all the courage and guts inherited from the ancestors, I did ask the waitress about this unexpected exchange. She replied it with an excuse of an informal mistake. In no time, me and the seductress involved into various activities thereby fulfilling my much awaited erotic pleasure. She was a slim woman with lovely long legs, tender bosom and a charisma which will definitely fulfill your erotic desire. Death wished he was a part of earth to enjoy such love-making sessions. Again, we both turned back to our business of staring each other with frightful eyes. For the next forty minutes, both of us gulped down 3 pegs of rum. Suddenly, death made up his mind to move out and he left the table. Once again, death cheated on me. The waitress, while cleaning the table, whispered into my ears, " Shall we meet again ?" Death, standing at the doors of the bar, turned to me and said, " We are meeting again......On Highway To Hell "......!!!!

Scorpion Death Lock

C for Capital and F for F**ked.....Finally put together becomes Capital F for F**ked. Wondering whether what happens at the end of this course. Even you should be wondering about that. By the time, we people jump out of that well which was full of monsters, checking whether each and every part of the body is still attached to us or the monsters had some for the feast or carnival or etc, etc, you all will be welcomed into this deathly hollow. It will not take a moment for them to remove their masks of gentlemen and showing their horrifying faces. I am glad to see that I am still alive and kicking with Aces High. 'Just lazying around' will in fact be the best phrase to describe me at this churning point of life.

Remembering each and every single day regarding how we met, how we quarreled over a silly topic, how you kept ignoring, yet it didn't bother me but finally it was time to thank that Mighty God who gave me the opportunity to prove my best to you, Darling. I definitely will never under-estimate myself since it was only me who knew that Me is giving my best to prove my best to you. One day, finally, those unpleasant behavior of your's came to an end and you did dare to open your mind in front of me. Black Friday Rule was never a joke. It always spoke the truth. If I wish then I can even place those heavy lead shots of Black Friday on your brain to irritate you, since I love doing it, that too to great heights. I feel I irritated you for a very small limited amount of time. As small as a pinch of salt into a lake. Well, I will not describe the entire Friday tornado but will try to express my mind-state that the day your unpleasant behavior turned into a pleasant one was also one of those....Friday's...

It was a hard time to loose someone as precious as you. If I had a choice between you and a 72-carat diamond, I would have definitely chosen you since it is more precious and unique. No doubts, later, you will definitely hit me and trash me and quarrel like hell because I left the diamond for you rather than taking the diamond and gifting it to you. But I know, you will definitely understand that I had got only two options. It is right, diamonds are girl's best friend. I know you are reading it and you will definitely like my respect towards you. I am confident, the girl on the other side is still wondering that the diamond belongs to her. She doesn't know that the diamond will turn into black carbon once she touches it.

The time we parted was a very difficult time. I hope you were not fighting tears when this happened since I have already fought with them and wore the Texudo of pain. But there is something I would like to reveal and that is He, who is watching the sacrifice you have made and definitely show you a better day when we are again back together, having great fun. He will definitely give me the chance to prove myself. I am waiting since a pretty long time. Better start preparing those Mighty Aunties because soon, their misconception regarding me, is meeting a dead end. He is giving the chance to me and since, being The Ultimate Opportunist, I am not leaving it at any cost to maintain my winning streak. That day is nearing when all the people at your side have to admit that I am Brighter Than A Thousand Suns.....Nobody ever, could ever escape or hide from it. We are already in it..........
This is The Scorpion Death Lock.....!!!!

Time to Beat...aahhh....Bet..!!!

Well, it is just another test to test whether you are faster than a fifth grade student or not ?
If at all, you are failing to answer any of these questions then you shouldn't worry because your class-teacher will be Mallika Sherawat and not SRK. You know how does she punish ? Two smooches for the wrong answer.
Well, leaving jokes apart, what do you decide by the end of the day. Is it right to raise your voice or not. From here onwards, you are alone to crack down the quest.....All The Very Best....

1) Why do guys like to watch the babes during Sweden v/s any-team when they know the bare fact that if at all, they land in Sweden, it will bear more number of chicks than a grape-yard bears grape-wines ?

2) Why it is referred to as a compromising position when both the participants never have to compromise in that orgasmic act ?

3) Can you determine the speed of an ant using a linear graph ?

4) Why is Angelina Jolie and Brat Pitt always found adopting babies....Are they really that lazy.....? I yet wonder.....!!!

5) Can Bollywood movies go " House Full " and earn in lacs if it doesn't carry a single melodramatic dance and a song ? I bet, it will be the biggest flop in the Blockbuster.

6) When their are reserved seats for each and every institution, then don't you feel that inequality is still breeding in this democratic society ? Don't you think an architect without a degree certificate was appointed to construct the nation's architecture ?

7) Have you ever given it a second thought, if prostitutions are legalized, then the rape percentage will go below par standards ? Even the cops would be astonished to see as low rape percentage as their monthly salary.

8) Who created whom and why ? God created Devil or vice-versa.

9) Why are guys always found worried about the size inside their pants when they surely know the fact that it makes the rules ?

10) Why do some of the weird jesters create a fake profile with a girl's identity to befriend a girl and to spy on a boy ? Can't they do it with their original Orkut Accounts ?

Black Friday Rule...!!!

Fed-up of the morning blues which eventually bloomed-up a day once upon a time, now nap seems to be a better story rather than forcefully waking up myself at 7 o' clock in the morning and riding to the college with a lightening speed of 110 km/hr, without remembering that we all had sixteen pints of beer followed by seven pegs of rum, the night before. After having only two pretty small pegs of rum, some of them were wondering whether they were talking or the rum was talking. No one cared for driving too fast and furious, so wild and deadly, since it was the last day of the torments. Friday remains the turning point of everyone. The Good, The Bad and The Ugly has to take place on a deadly Friday.

If I have not mistaken then, 12th of March,1993, is termed as Black Friday in India when Mumbai faced 13 serial bomb-blasts. Jesus was crucified on a Friday which has got nothing Good. Most of the Bollywood entertainment movies are released on Friday. Templars were burnt alive on their cathars on Friday, the 13th. If at all, you try to recollect and remember from a glimpse of the past, it was 23rd of February, 2007, when we got committed to each other. I yet curse your so-called best friend who forced you to jump into this shit when she was one amongst those mean bitches. Though it is now assured to be full of fakeness, of how tricky you were, how you faked yourself with your house-hold problems, which are no doubts because of your consequences of lying. If at all, you ever tried being a good-listener, then today, this was not the end of our precious bond. I hope I have done every possible gesture to open your pretty eyes, which will eventually get closed to start the eternal ride. If at all, you remember, it was again a Friday, when we split apart our ways. It was a deadly Friday when you made my Mother cry and I had mailed your marksheet so as to stop you from going out with a stranger to an unknown place to create another tragedy in your house and might be in your life also. Well, I believe that because of my innovative idea, you were taken to a near-by hangout and you weren't raped. If at all you were, then it was good for the news reporter who was following you to grab some photographs and hit it on Saturday's newspaper and thereby fetching some medals for his dare-devil activity. In fact, you should be thankful to me, since my bad deed stopped the worst part that was supposed to happen in your miserable life. Ever since the first Friday, I was feeling pity on you. Even after the Friday which set us apart, I felt very pity on you. The only big difference to be pointed out in both these cases were that in the first case, the pity turned into care whereas in the second case, the pity was on your helpless condition. If at all, you want to blame it, then do blame it on your company, on whose finger-tips, you kept dancing like a dog. I am not under-estimating your so-called best friends who were pushing you into a well of death but it seemed that they carried your only piece of bone which you liked licking rather than feasting on someone's bloody monstrous and gigantic dick. Unfortunately, the bone was thrown away to other dogs and there you lost your last share. By now, you might be thinking that this piece of shit is not coming to an end. But you should know that I was a good guy turning into a bad guy to become a star player in your twinkling eyes. And ever after you marooned me on this planet, I am a bad guy gone worse. You assume that the way I have become will end me no-where. But, it will be my heart-felt pleasure to make you realize that fate doesn't call me to put an end. It is Me who calls fate to start a new beginning. I am Me and Me is never Irine. It is not my fate. It is my life-style that determines my death-style. I know, by now you are totally pissed off since I have described you completely. I haven't left any door open for you. If you are thinking that now it has come to an end, then you have mistaken once again because this is never coming to an end until and unless you change your life-style and become a good girl rather than bitching around with your worst company. If you are feeling pretty heavy with emotions, and praying to God to grant you a dead end, then let me remind you, the road-accident in which we met together while going to the university, which left the first scratch on my new motorbike also occurred, surprisingly, on Friday. It was Me who had plotted the entire scenario so that we both meet the same fate, at the same time, at the same place and are taken away together.

Ever since that day, I have started celebrating every Friday with loads of beer since whatever happens, happens for the Good, happens for the Bad and definitely happens for the Ugly. I know you will be reading this blog every time you access the internet and repent that you have lost everything in this battle, including me. You might be wondering how carefully I have studied you, each and every day as a story book. You might be weeping as I have opened you finally. I have successfully removed your mask. You know, there is definitely someone who has helped me a lot to improve. I respect her much more than the Gods. You know, I still feel pity on you as well as your character. Even today also, I am going to have loads of beer to celebrate my winning streak...." I want to believe in myself once again, so I dream of a man whose hopes never end, to kiss with a girl who's as lovely as you, I'd give you my heart, if you gave me the truth, and for every tear that is lost from an eye, I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy, I want to believe in a freedom that's bold, but all I remember is the freedom of old............As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday Rule "....!!!!

The "She" word - Under-estimated.

I believe that all the previous blogs were inter-related. Though there is nothing special about the blog that I'm supposed to write now, but it might make you add a pinch of salt to your cup of tea in order to digest the right thing. Yeah, because the food that you are often found relishing and gulping down the throat is made by a rocking hand of a feminine. If you have started predicting that I'm going to blabber about women, then, it will be my pleasure to appreciate you for reckoning the correct judgment. If there are any females in the lot, who are willing to read it out, then I must apologize for disappointment, but I promise, by the end, I'll put that smile back on your face.

We all agree that India is yet a male-dominated society. Wherever you loiter around, Women are referred by the word "She". And the "She" word is always under-estimated. There are many theories why they are underestimated and if I go to describe them, then I'm sure the theory of legendary words will never come to an end. A nice quote to mention at this point - "Practice makes a man perfect." But I wonder, why it has to be every time a man. Cant it be a woman ? It might be a possibility that the number of times a man practices, he learns as well as utilizes something. Whereas, no matter the number of times a woman learns, she's gonna commit the same mistake again. I guess the writer of that phrase did take appropriate measures, performed some excellent rewarding calculations and then stated that phrase.

I,at least, I think there is a need to re-phrase that phrase. Although the Shakespearean disciples might create a havoc about this idea, but even they refrain to admit that while creating the wonders of the world, it was the women to take care of his home and his belongings. It was the women to wake him up at right time so that he isn't late on the duty. It was the woman to appreciate him for good deeds and stand by his side as a pillar in bad times. It was the women who roasted her hands herself to serve some delicious and finger-licking food. And by the end of the day, it was a woman who shared the same bed with him, to make him happy. When a women can work round the clock for a pretty amount of her life, then it is time for the reader to judge whether she deserves that terrible under-estimation. After scribbling with this document, I felt she deserved some respect. I guess the eyes are opening. I believe the pinch of salt didn't go in vain. The Specialist would definitely under-estimate the blind folks thriving in this world.

The Hand That Rocked The Cradle....

Taking a glimpse of the past, Eddie-Mania still alive, waiting for just another spell of numbers, the jest short-lived. In a bizarre skirmish also, no one expected fate at their temples called HOME. Imagine the life...condition...consequences or whatever you may consider....of a little boy who just returned home to see his momma dead. It is true, death comes in an instant & soon souls ascend to heaven or rather would proudly mention that rituals do play a crucial role to deliver a soul to a righteous place.

Untold Legends may remain untold forever. World doesn't give a fuck to anyone anymore. Zillions of philosophers mentioned various constructive definitions of life & its theories. A pen is mightier than a sword. But, in the end, every single creation of God, meets someone, referred to as fate. Agreed that pen is mightier than a sword, but does it escape or even spoof the fate's blow...? I was left wondering while taking the integral calculus of this sort of equation. Huh, forget Maths...It is just another piece of bullshit crap with abrupt figures given by some of the weird varieties of stereotypes. I bet, by now, I am able to convince you that there is no difference between the legendary philosophers, the greatest stalwarts of mathematics and a small time pen-pusher. Everyone did one and the same thing and at-last met the same person...FATE.

Some of you might have heard of Rage Against the Machines or Race Against the Machines. But ever heard of Race Against Time ? Yeah, that is what a person attempts while battling cancer. They try to see which they know they will not. Waiting for every single miracle to return their happiness. It is believed that PrAyErS hAvE ImMeNsE PoWeR.......but Prayers fail to work for a person who attempts to halt someone's eternal journey. Time to dig up the past. Time to learn each and every single thing right from the scratch....what Momma used to teach in those early days. Relying on time because it is assumed that time heals everything. What my icon said was right. Live for Nothing....Die for Something. Momma...Let your soul Rest In Peace Forever and Forever....The hand that rocked the Specialist's cradle.....will be determined to Rule the World....
Will miss that Rocking Hand....

Re-Liv-Ed-die

Bruce, Adrian, Gers and definitely THE IRON MAIDEN would have missed me...Who am I....?....A right time to ask a wrong thing. Well, I am one amongst those 1.3 million fuckin' fans of MAIDEN. The bells started tolling. It was like a kinda judgment day where I had to make a judgment by choosing one thing - Hell or Maiden. Well, well, well, all metalheads will definitely choose Maiden. Because what the whole world calls as hell, Maiden calls it home.

Standing alone in that oven, I felt I'm a powerslave. Looking around for some liquor joints, it came to spotlight that the dress code was decided to be a black T's to worship our gods. Roaming around for about another half an hour, it was brought to our notice that for another one mile, we don't have a drop of water to quench our thirst. Time....just to rely on gods for whom we crossed the seven sea of madness. Yea, the gods will definitely help us to kill the heat.

Waiting, waiting, waiting and eventually the wait made the wait to wait and the gates to heaven were opened. This time, I swear, Heaven can't Wait. To our surprise, A handful of security, termed over there as bouncers, were appointed to check whether all the explicitly dressed beasts did carry the guns or not. Seems like the so-called bouncers didn't even have an idea that the beast's crunches were enough to squish them into pieces that would go to the dogs.

Finally, all the illegal belongings were hidden below whatever we could, just in order to grab the gods into a piece of mind. Entering the fields it was just like another trooper who was marching to get close to the Russians. But here, the scenario was like getting over the bouncers. Following the orders, we just waited for some chill-pills to arrive. Yeah, wont forget the pleasant time shared with Cherry & Tanvi (who stole some of the Maiden's passes from the paparazzi's pocket for which their boyfriends got screwed in the back stalls) just before 2 minutes to the show. After around a one hour stand and looking forward for a compromise with the bouncers, which unfortunately did go in vain, the god's power made the beasts so courageous that no one dared to stop them in Paschendale. Even the bouncers were afraid to shoot the strangers at this time. At this moment of time, with aces high, it was the same phenomenon of fell behind....is left behind. After a few numbers, it did make me scream 'n' howl over my fellow beasts who never encountered Fear Of The Dark.

Nobody knew that the show stealer was also keeping a vigil on us. Accordingly, it did bounce back into action in a perfect timing and made us hold our horses. This time, the bouncers did fail to spot the gun which the show stealer carried. No one ever in this world would ever believe that the entire show moved on a single gun-point. After a terrific setback in the aftermath, acquiring the Worst Experience ever fetched, The Specialist pumped his engines with the gasoline available, and once again, Relived with Eddie.

A Word of Advise.

Few realize it too early, some realize it a little late and for some, it's too late to realize.