tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343377202024-03-08T10:17:59.070+05:30Enigmatic ExistenceDuhh me! :-PTheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-3268838259834311392020-06-15T09:37:00.000+05:302020-06-15T09:37:03.767+05:30It is...what it is!
This is not easy. Writing is not easy. I haven't written monkeys tits since Sher Shah Suri completed the Grand Trunk Road which is affectionately called ..well..the Grand Trunk Road nowadays!
Why did I ever stop this? I really don't know, maybe my priorities changed. I guess I got engulfed in responsibilities far beyond what I had ever envisioned. Why cry about it though? It is....what it is!
TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-67606715681072207592012-09-09T20:03:00.002+05:302012-09-09T20:05:29.887+05:30Pissed off Karma it seems!
Dunno what I have done to piss off Life, dunno what I have done to piss off Faith, dunno what I have done to piss off Karma! But, everything is coming back, haunting me, slapping me repeatedly on the face, laughing like an ugly baboon (I just hope an ugly baboon laughs real ..well...ugly, dont wanna piss off WAF now!) and sticking some yellow jelly thing up my ears. Irritating shit I must sayTheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-59670127562134092482012-02-17T23:59:00.002+05:302012-02-18T00:15:56.594+05:30Do You Remember Laughter?There is too much silence everywhere. Losing something and the compulsive hatred of losing it stems together a strange concoction of emotions. Idyllically undesirable yet irresistible! One needs to take control. But, how, you ask? I don’t know. The petulance towards the innocent ones is uncalled for. It is like a volcano, ruthless in demeanor, gulping down the endearing existence of a soul. TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-86031958372382280532011-11-09T11:22:00.004+05:302011-11-09T11:30:01.088+05:30DO NOT argue with a COW!In a so-called richly opinionated (nothing to do with Opium) country, there is hardly anything that is out-of-the-blue, away-from-the-common. People form opinions in groups. ‘Herds’ of social hoi polloi ‘decide’ to do things, nobody here operates on their own, because they are scared about getting lost in an idiosyncratic supreme aura of their own. If nobody can identify with you, you are well…TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-23523645455402865662011-06-24T11:50:00.001+05:302011-06-24T11:51:37.493+05:30I.ARE.MEANIt's really sad that I have deserted you for greener pastures. I should have taken you along. I am mean, I know. Sweetheart, I'll be back. Please t.r.u.s.t me.TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-60969832583712300112010-12-21T10:29:00.004+05:302010-12-21T10:38:25.899+05:30The better side of the Intellectual SpectrumThose were the days. I would shrite (shit-write) my way to glory just to levitate my jaded existence on Mother Earth. People, millions of them, would applaud my shrite and give me the authority to rule over lesser souls in this world of hierarchical intellect. Now, it is different. I need to write within the rules; I cannot deviate to occasional lunacy. I write for a website. The pattern is the TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-60496296640656511652010-07-02T01:52:00.003+05:302010-07-02T02:08:06.446+05:30Tumi nei tai - Anjan Duttashei tram bus raasta ghatshei raastar dokan pathlaagche naa kichu shei je aaj hotathaaj hotath stobdho gorer math...shanto basto bajar hath...kothae hariye galo kolkata...tumi nei shob...dekhe shei shob...shob aache shob e aache tobu nei....rong hoye galo gholaterei shohorer molaateraaj shob kichu aaj boro ojotha...chilo jhonjhat, chilo uchhashchilo hotasha, chilo bishashaaj shob kichu nidarun...TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-73097312142192765882010-06-20T21:02:00.004+05:302010-06-20T21:31:53.283+05:30Please don't jump from Skyscrapers!Crazy!It had to be the highest level of inexorable 'depressia' bringing me back here. For starters, I've given 'the place' a new look with a different background, different font color and all that jazz (Karuna Ballal(c)). As always, I dont know what shit I had in mind to pour over this highly depressed place which was crying out for me and for other depressed visitors (visitors = the number beingTheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-39718162615300883882009-12-22T22:57:00.002+05:302009-12-22T23:02:45.119+05:30Clash of the remote controlsThis is a 'secret-santa-wish-write-up' for my team members about the game of football.Sharing the same here!First of all, I’d like to thank my Santa for using the word ‘Football’ and not ‘Soccer’ even if it was written inadvertently.I’ll take up this write-up by bringing in the age old Men-Women clash-of-opinions or do I say ‘clash-of-remote-controls’ unfolding all the myths about the ‘beautiful TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-56116335031572756702009-11-30T21:14:00.004+05:302009-11-30T21:20:26.193+05:30With the fork!!The innocent hoi polloi of the town was waiting for this significant day. They were promised Jackfruits, specially designed orange hybrid Pineapples, unique silk-woolen cloths, pencils and pens made of gold and Lord Buddha’s blessing wrapped in transparent polythene for some weird reason. The kids were running ‘havoc’ all over the town, their excitement was unimaginable, and they loved pencils. TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-3364628310996317672009-11-27T22:54:00.002+05:302009-11-27T23:02:20.015+05:30DO NOT be Stue-peedWhatever you do, don’t be stupid. Ohkkaye?I am tired of stupid people doing stupid things, behaving stupidly and even making sure they are blasted (recognized???) for their sheer stupidity. Lady Marmalade “Darling, I feel like having Jelly Fish today. Please can you get me some?” Sir DocileDodo “Sure darling! Why not? They don’t sell ‘em at the market, so I’ll have to do some scuba-diving in theTheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-44664744605714201082009-10-22T22:52:00.002+05:302009-10-22T23:16:11.986+05:30....T R A V I A N ....* pheww * Ok, that was for the ‘New Post’ button to check if it still works. Well, yes, it does! I know what you fellas and fellis think, that laziness has reached the point of no return. Well, for a change, NO! That is not the reason.My room-mate says…”Dood, when you play Travian, you don’t have a life”. He is absolutely bang on target. I don’t have a life. I play Travian. I devote a hell lot ofTheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-39385103910320431032009-08-08T02:20:00.003+05:302009-08-08T02:28:31.740+05:30Then and Now....Blehh? or Wow?Rewind four years. We are looking at circa 2005. Location is Mysore, Infosys Technologies Ltd. We come from Bangalore in a car which belongs to a friend called Arjun. Who all are in the car? Let me recollect. Pedda, Arjun, Siddharth, John (Atendra???) and yours truly. I’m not 100% sure though. We have lunch at Dominos because we’re late. (I pinged Pedda some time back, the old man can’t remember TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-86744756095386607012009-07-29T22:33:00.005+05:302009-07-29T22:43:52.008+05:30A little bit of this and a little bit of that!
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if !mso]> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-8626931670613965412009-06-16T22:02:00.006+05:302009-06-17T06:28:55.329+05:30I don't like The ManA splash of water woke me up. I, somehow managed to open my eyes and get the feel of life, universe and everything, well, almost everything.And I could hear the immortal words of Jack Black... "Give up, just quit, because in this life, you can't win. Yeah, you can try, but in the end you're just gonna lose, big time, because the world is run by the Man. The Man, oh, you don't know the Man. He's TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-31641690361981760762009-05-21T22:45:00.003+05:302009-05-21T22:55:32.432+05:30Cobhem and 'emOnce upon a time, in the days of Nicolas Odranguez Mofatu, when he was the ruler of Acris Dabala, there lived a man called Cobhem Thalem.Cobhem was a man like no other man, no, he was not a woman, but yeah, he was special, ‘unique’ I should say. He was illiterate, he never went to nursery or to school or to high school or to college or to any B-school or…ok…you get the point! He was illiterate. TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-90758874862813229252009-05-02T00:48:00.004+05:302009-05-23T15:11:32.444+05:30some random lactose stuff!
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-75521338827560024262009-04-11T20:50:00.005+05:302009-04-11T21:40:14.851+05:30I neva thought that you'll lose the light in your eyes!We walk to a place called Lazeez for dinner...sometimes. My room-mate has night-shifts mostly, so after dinner, he goes straight to office, while I walk back home, a 1 Km walk!One of these days, we went to Lazeez, we ordered some dishes which I really don't remember. We were eating, as usual. I looked down, picked up my glass of water and.... my room-mate wasn't there! I rubbed my eyes in TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-22333640803098852642009-03-25T20:15:00.002+05:302009-03-25T20:21:54.931+05:30simply Sir.QLCHere’s an important message for you ladies, and you gentlemen and you immature guinea pigs and don’t feel disgusted my brothers, it’s also for you little baffled navy-green tadpoles.The message is simple and clear or you can say clearly simple or maybe even simply clear, it’s all upon you, how you interpret it!Whenever, now carefully get your ear-drums close to my mouth-piece, I was saying, TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-72747234537060799062009-03-16T00:00:00.005+05:302009-03-16T00:58:31.071+05:30gifts are beautiful...except buying 'em! :)Gifts! Ahhh...how about a watch?!Naah, too common! A formal shirt?! Uhmm..too formal! Okay, then ahh... a box of chocolates?! No ways, gimme a break, that's for a kid! How about a bottle of wine? He doesn't drink. Okay, how about a good book, a thoughtful one!? He doesn't read. Ahh...then maybe a nice perfume?! Ohh..No... He smells pretty good. A photo-frame? No. Doesn't convey anything! A TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-67615434933778045622009-02-08T17:59:00.004+05:302009-02-08T18:52:09.527+05:30Random Blahs and the not random Blahs and the other kind off Blahs!15 Supposedly Random things about me.I picked up this tag from a friend, and here I go!It's mostly senseless, the what-in-the-name-of-the-dead-lunatic-camel-can-be-interesting-about-you? feeling is also a huge possibility. So, you can stop right away and go and fry potato chips for your pet cat or maybe, even for yourself! Doesn't matter! I won't mind at all!1. I love the lemon flavored 'AXE-deo'TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-72808154582024554212009-01-21T21:12:00.004+05:302009-01-21T21:47:09.246+05:30Ohh Balm Ahh ...Who?! What?!Well, this is like those status update mails you send to your manager while your watch reminds you that you have just ten minutes left to catch the company bus for home. This is also probably like one of those flying kites-on-the-moon sagas where you know very well that the kite won’t fly or maybe it would and you would wake up holding your forehead in a bitter hangover. After all, ten TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-19192371503793882312009-01-09T01:03:00.009+05:302009-01-09T02:00:44.031+05:30...Done and Dusted with 08!...Wohh! Nine days already into the new year of Two Oh Oh Nine, and I finally get some time to scribble some good and bad stuffs about the previous year and feel good and bad about it respectively. Ok, honestly, I am plain lazy! I can be so lazy that sometimes I wish the bottle of water kept at a distance of exactly three feet away from me now, just flies and reaches me! OK, let’s not get into that TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-11759140331398161902008-12-15T20:48:00.005+05:302008-12-15T21:40:38.504+05:30Deeply Depressed Dance of DeathOk. Let me make this clear! This is going to be a very depressing blog! Not one of those, Hey, I am feeling really down man!! blogs, this is brutal, this is of massive depressing proportions! This blog also calls all those who are deeply depressed in a deep depression of a depressed cloud of paranoiac Depressia! We need to join our hands (not one of those Siamese twins thingy!) and if possible TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34337720.post-51508439852108864522008-12-06T00:16:00.004+05:302008-12-06T00:51:53.861+05:30Per fake shun!Perfection! Oh, how we run after it! Like a poor, innocent kid running after his broken kite in a breezy evening, as the kite flies away far out of the kid's reach-n-sight! Painting the perfect picture where you can successfully capture all possible human emotions! Somewhere, most of the times, we miss the trick, we miss that Da Vinci touch! ..just.. *sigh* Giving that perfect pass, piercing the TheGreatOnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12703484054013935439noreply@blogger.com3