Moonlight

It was a full moon day. I went to the terrace and was welcomed by a cool breeze. I rarely come to the terrace, and I dont remember the last time I came up here at night. I stood there, just admiring the moon. The bright moon casted its light upon the dark night. I looked closely and saw a light ring surrounding it. Beautiful.

I stood there for about 15 minutes, then decided to go back home. But when I got to the ground floor, I was greeted by a power cut this time. Not knowing what to do at home, I grabbed guitar and went outside.

Apart from the moonlight, there was total darkness. The moon lit the entire society. I could see a few people in the open courtyard. Old folks mostly in a group chatting, laughing at each othere's stories. I could see little children along with their siblings and parents, who came out here just like me, not doing what to do at home. I went near the garden area, there was nobody around. I could see a bench near the slides and swings separated into two parts. One part was lit by the moonlight, and the other wasnt. Not knowing why, I sat on the part where it was dark, and started playing my guitar.

I first started playing Yellow by Coldplay, because the sky was also filled with stars. After Yellow, I started playing The Scientist by Coldplay again. Right before finishing the song, I could feel someone besides me. I finished playing the song, and immediately heard an applause.

"Wow!! Amazing!" A girl's voice.

I turned around, but I couldnt see her face properly.

"You play the guitar really well."

There was something in her voice, I liked. I could make out her face now. I hadnt seen here before in my society.

"Thanks." I said. "I actually didnt notice you behind me. How long have been you standing?"
"Since you started playing Yellow. I heard your guitar from the courtyard."
"Oh, ok." I said with a smile. "Are you a Coldplay fan?"
"Yes, I sure am! Hard to find Coldplay fans here, right?"
"Definitely!" I said with excitement.

"Uh...hey why dont you sit down." I said.
"Uh, alright. Sure." She sat besides me. On the part where the moonlight shone.

I could finally see her face. My heart skipped a beat. Her eyes glowed brightly. She was very pretty.

"I, uh...I havent seen you here before."
"Nor have I" she said, with a laugh.
Her laugh.
"I..I...well, I dont actually come out often. I mean I do, but not here. The garden side."

"Well, then I guess, you havent seen many other people in the society as well."

"I guess." I said awkwardly.

After that, we started discussing about Coldplay, our favorite songs, our favorite bands. We were having a good time.

A moment came where we did not speak anything. We sat there awkwardly.

"Hey, do you know how to play A Message?" she said.

"Um, yes, I do."
"Can you play it? Can you play it?"
"Sure, I havent practiced it very much. I hope you like it."

I played the song. I was sitting on the dark side, and she on the moonlight part looking at me playing the guitar, smiling as her eyes glowed. She applauded again after I finished it.

"You're amazing!!!"
"Thanks" I said with a smile. "I normally play my guitar at home. I have rarely played it in front of my friends. So I get nervous sometimes." I started touching my hair. WHY? I cursed myself.

The lights came again. The courtyard lit up because of the lights, but the garden was still dark.

"Finally!" we both said aloud together.

We looked at each other and started laughing.

"I didnt catch your name" she said.

I said my name, and she told her's.

"Boy, I'm glad I met you!" she said with a smile.

The Ghost Who Wanted A Picture

A simple, somewhat weird and a different story I thought of one day. Tell me how it is. And I have written this story in a new narrative style.

The Ghost Who Wanted A Picture

Mark, a local photographer was living in a busy metropolis. Interested in people, he took pictures of kids and teenagers going to schools, family going on vacations, men and women carrying hurrying around in the city carrying briefcases, old couples holding hands and walking down the streets, enjoying their retired life, during the day. And drunken couples hanging out at the bars, men outside strip clubs, and gang members doing their own business during the night. He was making a living by taking photographs of people for years, but never before had he come across a certain person—a certain spirit perhaps, who wanted his own picture to be taken.

One night, Mark was following people taking photographs of people outside a local Pablo’s Bar. (All You Could Drink was its cheesy punch line) After taking a satisfactory number of pictures, he decided to call it a day. But a peculiar man caught his interest. He was a man who had a strange look on his face, and was carrying a big black plastic bag. Mark, immediately got his hands on his camera, and started following him. He was not ‘stalking’ him, but was only following him, because it was his job to take photographs of people. He followed the strange man across the street and a few blocks. The strange man walked taking long strides around looked around cautiously every time. So Mark had to stop once in a while before following him again. The strange man finally stopped near a dark alley. Perfect shot, Mark thought. But the strange man rushed inside a small shop besides the alley and closed the door shut behind him. Missed, Mark sighed. He looked at the boarding of the shop, but it was not a shop, it was a small company. Wilson’s Baking Company. (We make. We bake. We deliver; was its cheap punch line.) Mark thought what the strange man was carrying. He didn’t have a clue what it was, but it was none of his business anyway.

He looked around the alley. There was an old scooter besides Wilson’s and a cycle besides that. There was a stinking dumpster on one side and an out of business pawn shop (Mark couldn’t make out the name of the shop owning to the darkness) near the end. Apart from that, there was nothing. It was a normal stinking dark alley.

Suddenly, Mark heard a loud noise, which according to him, sounded like ‘CLAM!’ He heard it again, near the dumpster. Then he felt a light cool breeze and when he saw the dumpster again, a white figure was floating above it. Mark tried to scream and run away, but the ghost quieted him down and said it was not here to possess him. The ghost introduced himself as Philip Florence. A poor man who had turned into a small time criminal stealing and tricking people to get some food for his survival. But he ultimately died of hunger. It was his dream to have someone take his picture, but it was never fulfilled. Therefore seeing Mark holding his camera tightly, the ghost asked him to take a picture. Mark found it had to believe because a ghost was actually having a conversation with him. He blinked several times and pinched himself before assuring himself that he was not dreaming. He decided to obey the ghost by taking his picture as he was scared to death and his feet would obey his brain. The ghost posed for the camera and Mark took his picture immediately. But he was right, the ghost didn’t appear in the picture—because simple it was a ghost.

He told the ghost that he couldn’t take his picture properly with great care. He then prepared himself for something worse to happen. But Philip just floated there, with his sad eyes. He said that he had waited years to have his picture taken but now it dream wouldn’t come true. Mark calmed himself down. The ghost was harmless; he thought and tried to reassure him. But the ghost ignored Mark and thought of a new plan. He asked Mark to sketch a picture of him instead. At least, he would be visible in the sketch and he could keep it and see it whenever he wanted to. Mark was speechless. He thought that the ghost had lost his mind and told him that he was a photographer and not an artist. The ghost ignored him again and said in clear words what he wanted. Mark thought about it and came up with his own plan. He had a condition. He told the spirit that he would sketch a picture only if he got something in return—money; and lots of it. The ghost agreed to this condition immediately—because simple it was ghost. He could do anything and in the case steal money without people knowing about it. Damn, I should have demanded for more, Mark thought and cursed himself and told the ghost that he would come tomorrow night.

The next night in the same alley besides the closed pawn shop, Mark came again but not alone. He came along with a professional artist. He had extreme difficulties to convince him to come here at the middle of the night. In the end, he had to pay him double the original amount he demanded. They waited in the dark alley. Hours passed and Mark got frustrated calling the ghost. The artist couldn’t take it anymore and cursed Mark. He called him a psycho, and went away in spite of Mark calling him again and again. At that moment, the ghost appeared. Mark was devastated and asked why he didn’t appear. The ghost replied by saying that he had asked him to sketch a picture for him and not someone else. Mark argued and told that he was not an artist again. But the ignorant ghost asked him to come again the next night with a sketch board and scared him by saying that if he didn’t, he would possess him. Cursing himself for underestimating the ghost, Mark went away.

The next night, Mark saw a man with dark glasses besides Wilson’s talking in his cell silently. The man with the dark glasses totally ignored him and Mark rushed to the end of the alley with his sketch board. Mark wondered who the man was, and why he didn’t ask him anything. Must have been a nut from the bar, he thought. This time the ghost appeared in time. Mark got to work and Philip sat on the dumpster and posed for the sketch. Mark hoped his ninth grade drawing lessons would help him here. It took him 4 hours to finish the sketch according to the ghost’s demands. It was a horrible sketch, according to Mark, but the ghost was pretty much happy with it. But before the ghost could get hold of the sketch board, Mark asked for the money. The ghost thought for a while and saw the man with the glasses at the end of the alley. He was not alone this time and his body was covered in blood. Along with him there was a strange man whose hands were cuffed. Mark shouted at the ghost and followed him. The ghost pulled out the wallet of the man with the dark glasses and threw it to Mark and disappeared. The man with the dark glasses froze for a moment as he felt a cool breeze and went for his pocket. Then he saw Mark, with his wallet. He pulled out his gun and ordered Mark to put his hands up.

Meanwhile, the ghost happy that he got a picture of himself went back besides the pawn shop, took the sketch and floated away in peace leaving Mark who had a hard time convincing the man with the dark glasses that he wasn’t a thief.

*

It is Time! or Is it Time? What IS THE TIME??

Am I ready?

Yes, I am.

No, I'm not.

I think I am.

No, I think I'm not.

Stop being so negative.

Stop being so POSITIVE!!

In life you should be optimistic!! Why are you a pessimist?

Am I a pessimist? :O

No :O

NO REALLY, I'm not!! :O

I, for God's sake, dont like depressed people at all!!!

I'm optimistic :D

OMG!!! WHAT AM I DOING?!!!? Coming back to the topic.

What do I say?

How do I say?

Any ideas?

You have ANY idea what I'm talking about?

No, then get an idea ( :D )

Anyway, back to topic, I still dont know why I'm feeling like this.

I dont know, maybe it's time.

Maybe I AM ready.

But I dont know.

What will happen if I say it?

But first of all, WHEN will I say it?

What will be the reaction when I say it?

I dont know >_>

That's why I'm thinking.

What am I thinking?

Can I give you any clue?

Find a blue paw print.

We'll play Blue's Clues.

"Cause it's Blues Clues...it's Blues Clues. We gotta find blue paw print, thats your first clue, and we put it in our notebook...!!"

You dont know who Blue is? :O Not even Steve and Magenta? YOU DONT KNOW STEVE?? With the green stripes t-shirt? Get outta here!!!

Coming BACK to the topic,.

I think its not the time.

I've gotta wait.

WAIT! OMG! I'm being observed.

I THINK I'm being observed.

Oh..no. Phew. Me and my "imaginations".

Well...

I gotta see what will happen.

See if I still likey likey or not.

Till then, I'll wait.

Likey Likey what?

It's not a bears snout.

No, it's not the gum Spout.

Then, what ARE you talking about?

Still dont have a clue? Then it means you havent found the paw print. C'mon, the show is only 22 minutes. You're wasting time. KIDDIUP!!!

Coming back to the topic.

It's a secret :D

Is it really a secret?

O.o

O.O

o.O

I guess you're getting a mood swing!

WHAT? :O

NO FREAKING WAY!!

I just HATE people who have mood swings every time (Note: If you know me, then this IS a FACT. Yeah yeah, they will say you dont understand my situation bla bla bla bla...but I dont care. I dont like people who say "You wont understand bla bla bla)

Now, that was a big note.

Nothing wrong in stating facts right?

Right?

RIGHT?

Hello?

Are you asleep?

Wake up.

Wake up.

GOD DAMN WAKE UP!!!!

Oh, finally. Phew. I thought...I thought... :'(

*cries*

Now, I wont tell my secret.

Which reminds me,

Coming back to the topic.

Wait...

The secret WAS the topic right?

No it wasnt.

Yes, it was.

I think it wasnt.

I think it was.

NO IDIOTA!

*gets scared*

OMG! Ok, you win pal. *runs away*

Wait, what was this blog about again? O.o

The King of Limbs

The new Radiohead album finally released a week back. The King of Limbs (their eight studio album) And I've gotta say, OMG! It's wonderful.

First song, I heard was Lotus Flower. Immediately loved it, when I saw Thom Yorke dancing :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfOa1a8hYP8

But my favorite from the whole album has gotta be Give up the Ghost and Separator.

Give up the Ghost. Listen to this song at night time. For the first time, I literally got transported to another world. I felt like I was in a dark world, a dark forest during night time, besides a river, and after every few strums of the guitar, I could feel the little ripples of water. And I could even feel leaves falling over my shoulder.

Beautiful music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPkhb8l8UNI

Separator. The lyrics goes like this, It's like I'm falling out of bed. From a long, weary dream. But when listening to the song, you actually feel like you're in a dream. I felt like I'm drifting somewhere in space.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3oRhwOcQ3w

Go Radiohead!!!

Gibberish!

(P.S. I wrote this first, and then typed it...so...many references...)

Does someone write P.S. in the beginning? :|

.

I dont know what to write. My mind is on a writer's strike. Though I dont have anything to write, my pen is making my hand move.... :| Wait, that didn’t sound right, my hand is making my pen move. I still have nothing to write, but I’m still writing. Why am I writing? STOP! Why am I STILL writing? OK, JUST STOP! AHHH!!! My pen has mysterious dark powers, It is controlling my hand…! My hand wont ever stop now! I would keep on writing till I get married. Oh :| Or until the refill gets over :|

Marriage? >_> Hmm…it has 4 vowels. You don’t know what vowels are? :O There are 5 of em, a, e, I, o, u. Sometimes Y is a vowel too :| I remember one time when I wrote “an year” and people started attacking me that it should be “a year” and that “y isn’t a vowel.” Then I counter attacked and showed them a link which my best friend Google had. Then they were like this :|….

:| I think this is my favorite smiley :| See, I keep on using it again and again :| See, again :| Again! :O Ok :|

I still don’t have anything to write. I have great ideas in my head, but I want that *drum beats* SPARK!! I’m falling asleep. Zzzzzzz. Why do we write zzzzz? We don’t make noise that goes like zzzzz when we sleep. A snore sounds like S~N~O~R~E. Hmmm…..the word rose is in Snore :O Even Ron (:S), On, NOS (:S)

Gibberish! All gibberish!!

Knock Knock!
Who’s there?
Womp.
Womp who?
You womp be able to write good stuff ever again!!! *evil laugh*

Me: Noooooooooooo!!!!
Womp: Yes! I will curse you in such a way that you wont be able to writer good stuff ever again!
Me: Uh…you just said that >_>
Womp: *roars*
Me: WHOA! I thought you were a witch. You roar?
Womp: I will curse you in such a way—
Me: ..that you wont be able to write good stuff ever again! *roars*
Womp: Even in your exam….
Me: *thinks* Well…that’s good. I want that to happen. I hate it when people call me a scholar anyway (though I’m not but they don’t believe it)

*pointless conversation continues until Womp finally gives up and disappears from my doorstep* Poor chap, should have invited him in atleast.

*turns on the PC and plays the Sims*
One wonderful game. You earn and get a job in a jiffy. You make friends in a jiffy. You make girlfriends in a jiffy. You make love in a jiffy. Get married, have babies, and die in a jiffy.
*conditions applied. The length of the jiffy is subjected to change whenever you change the time settings.*

I’m still writing. I think I should really stop now. Should I? I think I should. *places pen on book. But the pen magically returns to my hand* :O
AHHH!!! AHHHHHHH!!! A MAGICAL PEN!!! It really has dark powers.
RIP Viveck. You would be remembered as the guy who wrote too much.

*waits to be taken to heaven, but goes to hell instead* :O
WAIT, DON’T TAKE ME! I’m a good guy!!! *Thousands of devil hands try to drag me inside*
Nooo!!! I won’t let you. *acts like Kratos and escaped the hands of thousands of devils. Enters earth again*

WHO DID THIS TO ME? I WILL GET MY REVENGE! Wait a sec, I was supposed to be dead :| Oh well, new life. YAY!

*thinks* Instead of writing gibberish, I should have written a good new story*

Wait..Womp failed to curse me. So why am I still writing? Why is the pen still controlling my hand? :O

PEN! *I shout*
WHAT? *it replies*
Me: WHAAAA? YOU TALK? :O
Pen: Of course I do idiot. I’m tired of writing all this nonsense.
Me: Then stop writing.
Pen: I cant douchebag!
Me: Whaaaa?
Pen: Don’t whaa me idiot! It controls me. My heart controls me. You have to remove it, so that me can be free.
*Heart? Pen’s have feelings? They love, and even have se--*
Me: >_> How…do…I…do…that? *awkwardly*
Pen: You remove my heart. Open my bottom and remove my heart.
Me: *I understood….the refill.*
Pen: But you’d die Pen…do you want that?
Pen: Oh shut up will you? And let me be free.
Me: Really? Are you sure?
Pen: Of course, you fuking idiot!
*Great! I get abused by my pen*
Me: If that’s what you want.
*carefully I open his bottom… :| his “bottom” OMG! I hope he doesn’t get turned on. I slid my hand inside…OMG!....and pull out the refill and threw it away quickly*

The pen lay lifeless. Poor thing. He had to write all the gibberish in the end. Well…the good thing is that his last moments were “exciting” *I turned a pen on :| Eeww!*

Oh boy! Now I AM FREE! With the pen gone…WAIT A SEC! I’M STILL HOLDING THE PEN!!! HELPPPPP!!!!!!

2010 Year End Blog

2010…What an year it was. Did a lot of things! (Not everything -__-) Anyway, 10 hours to go for 2011 :D YAY! I will start my year end blog with,

MOVIES

2008 was a gaming year for me. 2009 was an anime year for me. And 2010 was a movie year for me. I saw 107 movies this year. Yeahhh!!! A new record, because in 2008 I saw about 75 movies, and in 2009 I had seen only 55 movies (disappointing according to me) 2010 is definitely a movie year for me. Mostly I saw mystery/ thriller movie along with classical movies especially Alfred Hitchcock’s. But what made this year even more incredible? One word: INCEPTION.

My top 5 2010 movies:

5. Kick Ass

4. Toy Story 3

3. The Social Network

2. Shutter Island

1. Inception

Kick Ass. Amazing sound effects and amazing fighting scenes. Spotlight of the movie HITGIRL!!! :I never play!” She pawned everyone in the movie!!

Toy Story 3 is the best of the trilogy. Pixar doesn’t disappoint at all. When you see the movie, you wont even notice that they are actually toys. They feel like real people. And Pixar movies always make me cry. Spanish Buzz will always make my laugh :D I remember I was the only one who was “ROFL-ing” in the theaters filled with teeny kids.

The Social Network. When the movie is directed by David Fincher (Se7evn, Fight Club) it’s a must see. And I wasn’t wrong. It was great!! Though Mark Zuckerberg said that the story was not entirely true, it still gave us an idea on how Facebook was made. And oh boy, Justin Timberlake was good in the movie. Hate him though.

Shutter Island. Had read the book recently before the movie released. The book was amazing (coming to the part) And the movie didn’t disappoint. It even stayed true to the book and it was just like I imagined. “Why you all wet baby?”

Inception. Greatest movie of all time. I came, I saw, I fainted! I remember the first time seeing the movie. I couldn’t even breathe after the ending. Literally. I was ONLY thinking about Inception. Christopher Nolan outdid himself in this one. Easy to admit, it’s even better than The Dark Knight. Hell! It’s the greatest movie of all time according to me. I couldn’t get enough of it, so I saw Inception 2 more times in theaters. And totally, I saw Inception 8 times today this year. I even bought the DVD. I only need the totem now. (Inception even made y research about dreams even more).

Apart from these movies, I also saw some good flicks like Sherlock Holmes, The Hurt Locker, Casablanca, Psycho, How to Train your Dragon, Iron Man 2, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Se7ev, Pulp Fiction, Zombieland, The Town and HP: DH.

Bottom 4 of 2010:

4. Land of the Dead

3. The Blair Witch Project

2. New Moon

1. Eclipse.

Twlight fans, BRING IT ON!!!

BOOKS and WRITING

Best book for me this year would be Shutter Island. Completed this book in 5 days ( a new record for me) The ending was terrific. I was like “BULLSHIT” :O Contest, The Interpretation of Murder, Cell and The Good Guy were also good books.

This year I also started writing. Nightfall was my first short story. Then, I went on writing new stuff :D My personal favorite is The Ghost who Wanted a Picture and Runaway.

P.S. Didnt read any manga :(

ANIME

This was not particularly an anime year for me. I had seen 23 anime series last year. This year I only saw 8 anime series. And the best was Samurai Champloo, Mushishi and Lovely Complex. Hope 2010 is an anime year for me again.

Mio and Yiu. Moe Moe Kyun! HAD TO SAY IT :D :D :D

MUSIC

2010 was also a music year for me. Mainly because I discovered many new bands I started loving and also because of my guitar :D It was on May, I bought my Pluto Acoustic :D My Gitah :D Started classes from July and since then, I have to admit it, I have developed my ears for music. Till last year, I only used to listen. But since this year, I listen more. (Don’t know how to put this in words :|) You develop a special bond with your guitar. Even if the guitar gets a scratch, I go “WHOA NOOOOOOO!!!” Started learning guitar right from the basic leads, to chords and arpeggios. This year I’m definitely going to perform somewhere!!!!

The new bands I became a great fan of were Arctic Monkeys. First song I listened was “I bet you look good on the dance floor” in VH1 and since that day I have listened to almost all of their songs even the B-sides :D Apart from Arctic Monkeys, I became a fan of Arcade Fire, The Strokes, The National and Spoon! Coldplay remains in the number 1 spot. Viva la Coldplay :D I found my “place” in music too which is alternate rock, post punk revival and indie rock! And I’m no gangsta and dawg. Please -__- That’s not me.

GAMING

Sadly, this was not a gaming year for me at all. I have a dud PC at home, and I’m tired of playing the old games in my PS2. Still had a great time with Shadow of the Colossus. I did play many other new games in my friends place. Call of duty modern Warfare, NFS Shift, Batman Arkham Asylum, RE5, Crysis, Far Cry 2, Battlefield Bad Company, Medal of Honor, DiRt, Assassin’s Creed, Prince of Persia, Mirror’s Edge and many more.

LIFE

Whoa! Long blog, this is turning out to be :O That’s why I’m going to write this section in a nutshell.

Jan – June : SKIP! Don’t even want to talk about it! Nuff said.

*May : Bought my guitar :D

June – December : I became a college student officially. I’m glad I chose BBA over BCA. MSU BBA is the best!!! I don’t know how my life would be now if I wasn’t in MSU BBA. I met lots of new friends in college, and a few folks became my very good friends :) (You guys rock my life!!) 2010 was a movie year for me, like I said before, but it’s also a “friends” year :D Had a great time with you all! First year will be an adventures year. I bunked a lot! A LOT!!! Yep, there were exams, every month, but we still had fun and roamed around the city :P

SANKALP. I became a part of the editorial team of my college’s annual magazine. And oh boy, 4 months of unforgettable memories :)

P.S. College rocks. School sucks!

2010 was also a year of two coincidence. One was a BIGGIE :O

And this year, for the first time, a friend of mine actually loved the gift I gave. It feels really good, to see that look on a friends face (the big smile, the surprise), after working on a gift for days :)

Sports

Sachin Tendulkar. 2010 was his year. He broke so many records. I will always remember his 200* against South Africa. Only a legend like him can hit a double century in ODIs. You're THE MAN :D

That’s about it. I will wrap up my year end blog. 2010 started off with a big BAD (bad bad bad) BANG but ended with a BIG WONDERFUL BANG :D

Welcome 2011. Goodbye 2010.

(Man, we are getting old >_>)

Stupid Blog.

8.45AM. Alarm. *Snooze*

8.55AM. Alarm. *Snooze*

9:05AM. Alarm. Mobile Alarm. *Snooze*

9:10AM. Mobile Alarm. *Turns off*

9:15AM. Alarm. *Turns off*

10:30AM. Wakes up.

I 'try' to wake up. Then close my eyes again, but after a while I get up and turn on the monitor screen of my PC with my sleepy eyes. Before that I check my cellphone. Fwd good morning messages. And some spam messages. (Hmm...) I The first think I do is click on my Facebook bookmark. And open Twitter, IMDB and Wikipedia in multiple tabs. (Yes, I'll explain every detail :x Cause this is a stupid blog)

Hmm....5 notifications. Oh, new photos to see. Oh he looks drunk. Hey, she's cute. Why why WHY do they tag me in unnecessary photos? OMG! Why do they say "thanks for the tag"? Everywhere I see there's thnx, thnxx, thnxxxxxxxxxx, thnkssssssssssssss.

Twitter. #nowplaying Runaway by The National. (Wait a sec, this is blogger , not twitter you idiot) I see the trending topics. #boomshakalaka. Oh yeah!! IMDB. New pictures, cool. *clicks on movie page* *gives rating* *sees IMB answers*

Note : When I see a "difficult to understand movie" (eg, Christopher Nolan movies) I research about it. I visit Wiki and IMDB. See the synopsis and everything. Then, I see the movie. After seeing the movie, if I say "Hey, I dont get this part. Why did he do such a thing", the first thing I do is go to IMDB answers. And then I say "Oh! Now I get it!!!"

Wikipedia. I go through the featured article and the picture of the day. If something is good, I click on it and go through it again....in detail! I see the pictures again...in detail.

I get up. Brush my teeth. (Yep, I open my FB first *rolls eyes*) I turn on my monitor screen again. Listen to some songs while surfing the net...and FB'ing...again.

Note: My favorite bands: Coldplay, Arctic Monkeys, Radiohead, Spoon, Green Day, The Killers, Arcade Fire, The Beatles, and Oasis.

I go to my room, and start playing my guitar ( :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D ). I turn on my speakers, and cover some songs. (About a Girl and A Lonely September, Yellow cover coming soon) The first thing I do when I have my guitar with me is play the little solo of 505. For those of you who have a guitar with you now, here are the tabs. High E string. 12-10-8-7-5. Then, I play the A chord.

I go outside for a round to buy some stuff. I am greeted by just three words by everyone. "Where's your hair??" (It went for a walk....a loooooong walk :D) My friends, the neighbours, the watchman, the car washed-wala, the fruit wala, the rikshaw wala. Everyone asked me the same question. (One guy even said that, you shouldnt have cut your hair. You were my role model.)

Note: I hadnt cut my hair for 4 months, and when you decide to grow your hair, you will get all sorts of comments from everyone. You're looking like a star from the '70s. (Hey, alteast I look like a star.) And comments like, "OMG! You're looking like a girl. Look at your messy hair. CUT IT NOW!!!! One time, an employee in a petrol pump said, "Oh! Look at your hair. It's the new style or what?" And another guy from a cafe said, "Oh wow! You're looking like that guy from those hair gel advertisements. (I dont apply gel, but still...) You feel good when you get comments like these :P

Now, I'm waiting for everyone to say "OMG! LOOK AT YOUR HAIR!" in college after a few days. Sigh!! Hey, everyone cuts their hair. Chris Martin had long hair, now he's almost bald. And the reverse for Alex Turner. Look at Eames. Look at Jamie Cook...not now. But you should have seen him 2 years before :P Look at Homer. Who has (( as hair. Look at EMMA WATSON!! Next haircut : March.

I reach home. Think of a new story. Hmmm...yes, yes, this is good. Finally, got a new story to write. He will do this, now he will do this, he gets killed...ZzZZZZZZzzzz......I doze off. When I wake up, I cry out loud, "Hey, I forgot my own story!!!"

In the evening I go for my guitar class. Love it! Meet all folks and a good friend who I can discuss music with and even jam with :D (Currently learning sheet music :D)

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Nighttime. Thinking of a movie to see. Hmm....I have seen 14 movies so far this month. (Seen Inception 6 times already. I HAD TO SAY THIS :D) I see some zombie movies. Zombieland, Shaun of the dead, Dawn of the Dead. Best I have seen so far this month is Pulp Fiction. (Apart from Inception)

I read a zombie book Cell. Then think of a new story. Hey...yes, yes. Finally! He goes to the bank to get money, he bumps into a man with a gun...ZzZZZZzzzzz.....I doze off.

Next day. DAMN! Forgot my story again!!!

Stupid blog this.