Confounded about the topic? Let me help blow the fog of confusion out of your troubled minds. Determination is not a forte I am usually tagged with. I used to think otherwise until recently when, on the basis of what I have heard, my li'll bro showed me what 'real' determination looked like. However, I did undertake some commitments in my life and am, so to say, determined to see them through. This post is regarding one very important, albeit shunned one-SEX. Now if you have really read this post and are still continuing, I take that either you don't belong to the other extreme of the spectrum which considers sex talks to be harrowing, to say the least, or you are
too inquisitive about me or the topic to let go. Either way, lemme begin.

During school, I considered myself to be good in studies and co-curricular activities. I used to be frequent at debates,quizzes and stuff. That came as a result of another 'determined commitment' but lets leave that story for some other time. OK. So everything was fine until one fine morning I was contacted by our English teacher for a debate being organised in a nearby town by an NGO. It was only after accepting (not that I had a choice) did I get the snatch. The debate was on a very short notice. Of course you might have deduced from the post topic, the topic on debate was "Sex Education". That didn't matter though, as I was too naive to comprehend or worry about it. In fact, initially I had it confused with co-education. Anyways I took it all in a stride and delved into note-making and discussion sessions with our teacher. So on D-Day I was ready for some oral action. I had my butterflies though but they usually accompany me to all oratory competitions. However this one was different. The event was a school success and a personal fiasco rolled into one. I was the only one from my school not only to return empty handed, but also the only one who spoke absolutely nothing. Somehow I just froze up and instead of speaking, all I ever did was stare. That was the moment actually when I decided that I will never ever shun away from sex-talks.

Now to make it clear, one must accept that the world is changing towards being a more free and liberal place. Of course there are varied scattered nodes of conservatism but on a whole, one simply cannot stick his/her head inside sand, with eyes closed shut and pretend that we are naught but docile puppets in thy Lord's hands. Though there never was a time when youngsters were happily oblivious to the existance of genitalia of the opposite sex, they simply pretended innocence lest they should commit some violation and be held responsible in 'Lord's court of justice'. While acts powered by hormonal urges have metamorphed in myriad ways, now is the time when they are no longer considered sins. Every human has needs and it is the vileness of suppressing these bodily desires which leads to invasion of individuals. I have no doubt that human nature is such that the best way to disarm such robbers is to freely allow them to indulge. Don't get me wrong. I am no supporter of rapists. In fact, I ardently stand against them. My point is that it is human tendency to crave for what you want and this craving is heightened when the act itself is forbidden. Of course I realise that for such a utopian society to exist, a prerequisite would be empowerment and that brings us to the topic of discussion.

Sex is something which, one way or another, each of us is eventually supposed to have. It is not only the ultimate expression of love but also the sole primary objective of each life in the bigger picture. What has actually changed over the centuries is the age group of people who lose their virginity. Granted that the earlier system of passing such knowledge worked but in view of evolution, it has to be changed. The ultimate goal of sex education is that individuals should be aware of all its aspects before they indulge. As now younger youngsters are gaining coital pleasures, it is imperative that sex education be popularised in lower age groups. It should be freely discussed on moral, psychological, physical and medial grounds so that people should know beforehand what they are getting into. It is believed that such openness would make people realise the implications of their act and they will feel more responsible. Needless to say, this will also answer some questions pertaining to world population and health. Another strong point is that in today's world one simply cannot control the access youngsters get and information from a reliable source is much better than either its absence or one from croocked cronies.

I think volumes remain to be said on the topic and I will in all centainity do so. However lets stop for now with some food for thought:

“I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.” -Joan Rivers

Encore une fois !

Hello there.

Recently I had the chance to see one of the most vivacious and ravishing acts of character portrayal I think I have ever seen.  Allow me to say that I was flabbergasted at the least. The particular character in question was personified on 
screen by none other than Hugo Weaving and immediately 
made me want to put up a post here. Unfortunately, my studies interfered and I had to put off the idea for quite some time. Now it would be grave injustice if I go on any further without thanking the great work done by wikipedia and its associate services from where Iderive the following chunk of 'a masterpiece'. So without any further ado, I present some 
beautiful quotes from the movie "V for Vendetta" :

As usual, first the appetisers:

"Artists use lies to tell the truth while politicians use them to cover the truth up."

"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."

"I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free."

Make way for the main courses:

"We are told to remember the idea, not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them. But you cannot touch an idea, cannot hold it or kiss it. An idea does not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man who made me remember the fifth of November. A man I will never forget."

"It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you."

"Evey: Who are you?
V      : Who? Who is but the form following the function of "what", and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey: Well I can see that.
V      : Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh...right.
V      : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis personæ."

And now for, if I may say so, the crescendo. 'Tis my favourite and I really don't need to ask you to notice the number of words starting with the letter 'V':

"VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

I say a translation is in the calling, what say you?

Behold! Before you is a humble stage performer, cast, against his will, by the whims of fate, to the roles of both victim and villain. The face you see now is not just some meaningless costume. It is a remnant of the People's Voice, which has since gone and disappeared. However, this past annoyance stands courageously reborn and has sworn to conquer the evil and corrupt, who promote greed and the violent suppression of free will. The only choice is vengeance; a personal war held as a promise, but not in vain, for the importance and self-evidence of this quest shall one day exonerate the watchful and the righteous. But in truth, this thick soup of words has become too excessive. So, let me simply finish by saying that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.

Monsieur, please don't leave without the desserts:

"The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him...Disdaining fortune with his brandished steel/which smoked with bloody execution..."-(Macbeth 1.2.17-18)

"We are oft to blame in this. 'Tis too much proved that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself."-(Hamlet 3.1.46-49)

"And thus I clothe my naked villainy; with old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil"-(Richard III (play) 1.3.336-38)

"Conceal me what I am, and be my aid; For such disguise as haply shall become; The form of my intent."-(Twelfth Night)

Bon appetit!


In the recent past I have had numerous contacts with individuals of this blood-sucking species. In fact, most of you must also have had some contacts too, although you may or may not have realised it. I didn't know they were so ferocious while I was under the protection of hostel premises. However, since I moved out this year I've began to appreciate their various qualities. To have a deeper understanding of our encounters, let me recap a bit for ya:

"Initially, I tried to go after each and every one of them but soon realised the fruitlessness of my hunt. They were extremely manipulative, were quite fast, had strength in numbers and owing to no dearth of hiding places, could pop outta nowhere. Simply put, they were way above my league. I thought about various possible alternatives but few really seemed to work against them. It would do good to remimnd the readers that these are not those creatures goryfied on screen. They were different. Garlics do them no harm, crucifixes are mockable to them and stake, well lets just say their bodies render that method of purging useless.

So now, I just redirect them away to a more unsuspecting victim. But before getting all judgemental you should know that I actually did get a few of them. However the spoils were not upto the work I had to do. In these few cases I had to watch them wither with agony, shiver with pain and see their various attempts to get up and going before they finally let go. I assure the readers it would not make fine table conversation. Apart from the psychological trauma, if their bodies get compromised, they leave behind their mark on the place of their death. Dark blood comes out and mars the aesthetic beauty forever. The blood progressively gets darker and darker until you no longer can recognise it unless you know where it came from. It eats one inside out. And to think of it, its your own blood you are looking at. Blood that used to run in your own veins, blood that was cruelly sucked out of your body against your will and made to what it is now.

Gory as these things seem to be, there really is a brighter side to these mongrels of blood. When bitten by one of them, technically you do not become one of them. Also if a person wants to, with a bent of mind as required and the help of a few weapons of choice can eradicate the earth from these creatures. However I believe such an act to be Godless as no matter what they are, these vile creatures do serve a purpose. And I think to wage war against them just for their, so to say, diability to refrain from lusting on blood would be inhumane."

Dear reader, now that you have wasted a couple of minutes reading the piece of crap I wrote above, think about it...no, re-read it. But this time, you would do well to keep in mind that all I have talked about is "mosquitoes".



Charlie and the space factory!

Near future
Charlie gets up in the morning feeling the rhythm of his 'vibra-alarm matress'. He drags himself to the 'disinfection room' and empties his bowels down the 'incinerator shaft' while his body is being disinfected. He then walks to the 'incoming chute' to find his ration of coffee insta-mix waiting. He pics up the cup and feeling his pulse the cup brews the coffee to the required level. He tears off the wrapping and sips on the freshly brewed coffee while walking down the 'apparel chamber'. Depending upon the feedback from the 'mood sensors' the wardrobe computer sprays on his work dress which forms a silk-like veil upon touching his body cells, giving a cloth-like experience. Finally ready to work, he is zoomed to his desk at the 'Pluto Colony A529'.

Nearer future
Charlie's digital alarm clock wakes him up. He crawls to the cleaning room, does his business and takes a cold-steam shower. Coming back, he sips at the mug of coffee prepared by the cooking staff while chosing what to wear to work today. He dresses up and leaves his 'living chamber'. Sliding upon the rolling 'walk-ramp' he reaches 'Exit station 102' just in time to catch the shuttle leaving for 'Asia-Pacific space station 2'. A relatively small journey of a few minutes takes him to his workplace where he achieves full functionality in about 4 minutes.

Nearest future
Charlie's hand shoots out to muffle his old crooner clock. Yawning, he walks down to the bathroom, brushes, uses the loo and takes a shower. Stepping out he makes himself a cuppa coffee and rushes to his wardrobe. Putting on a standard work suit, he leaves the apartment. He takes the freeway to his office, parks his car and walks to his desk where his secretary informs him that he has a visitor. His 'visitor' announces that his application to board the flagship shuttle 'Carmina' has been accepted and next week he is supposed to be visiting a team of Iraqi biologists working on the farms of Mars.

Not surprisingly, this is where "space tourism" is gonna take us!

The beginning of it all.

I have to confess.

Chill ppl, nothin serious...

I wud like to inform you that the starting of it all....'the beginning' of this, well, very rarely read blog ws a thought, a vision, an inspiration.
One fine day I was going thru a mail from "warrior of the light  online" (mail list of Paolo Coelho)
It was something about what wud happen if a person choses immortality by chosing to become  a vampire. Well very nice idea Mr. Dracula except one tiny-winy problem. The person choses to be immortal bcause he ' loved the world he lived in'. Eventually he finds the world changes and he's stuck up in da past. This situation goes on upto a time when finally he hates the new world and decides to commit suicide. (HEY CHECK IT OUT...."THE SUICIDAL VAMPIRE")...lol

Well folks, he starts going around in sun, stares at crucifixes, roams around in church, smells a lotta garlic........BANG! ......find that all these stupid things are jus a part of literature n cant do nethin to him...................This very thought was so  so hilarious....(still smile thinkin bout it).
Well, that ws da startin of this blog.

Recently got another mail frm Paolo n decided to share a small excerpt with you all. I really liked these few lines, so here goes:

“Don’t try to be coherent all the time; discover the joy of being a surprise to yourself. Being coherent is having always to wear a tie that matches your socks. It means being obliged to keep tomorrow the same opinions you have today. What about the world, which is always in movement? As long as it doesn’t harm anyone, change your opinion now and again, and contradict yourself without feeling ashamed - you have a right to that! It doesn’t matter what the others may think – because they are going to think that way no matter what.”