Thursday, 17 December 2015

10 Reasons For Delayed Posts

Hey Blog! It's been a long time we met. If you are wondering why, here are a few excuses I have to fool you with.

1. Empty mind, Devil's workshop. But My mind's devil has been leading a very poor life in a very dilapidated workshop since I have been working and trying to understand the art of having three simultaneous contrasting mouths. This leaves a very little useful vacuum in my head to utilize.

2. While driving to office, I blurt out all the nonsense that cooks up in my brain. It gives me the needed concentration while driving, but what should have otherwise been written in my notebook, evaporates in the air with my words.

3. My basic need of survival is to waste a certain amount of day's time being lazy. With a job that consumes most of it, I am somehow just managing the wastage of time. There's no time to pick a pen.

4. At office, by the evening I turn into an extinct volcano. A 90 years aged lady. ''Will anyone come and help me blink?"

5. Every time I pull up myself to write something, my pencil is lost or my notebook is lost. And with a different pencil or a different notebook or when typing on phone or laptop, I can only write a completely disillusioned post which looks like this
"Who is this Pencil?
What am I?
Why is Earth a cube?
How did I die?"

6. After hours of investigating the home, if I collect all materials to write, my mind is boiling at high temperatures with anger and burns away all my imagination and highly inflammable ideas.

7. I want to kill the office boy. I don't write so that I don't disclose this intention even by mistake because when I start writing, I loose all self control. Did I just do that?

8. I am depressed with the pattern on the new curtains my mother has bought. That's why....yes, that's why....

9. I am afraid of getting married. This keeps me disturbed all the time. I am having deadly nightmares of my wedding.



10. When I am not writing, I am drawing. Here are some drawings and I love bragging about them.
















Sunday, 12 April 2015

The purpose of studies: Finally Revealed!



We have always questioned the usefulness of school and college courses, de-carboxylation reactions, the integrations and diffrentiations and kinetics and DNA to RNA transcriptions and all those things I forgot as soon as I left the exam hall. But people...wait before you load your guns of criticism and go firing all around. Here is a post that will change your perspective. But I request you to not feel too guilty about all the curses you threw at your study courses during school after reading this post. I know my posts have an international impact but please, this time I would want the readers to keep a low profile and avoid riots. Okay readers?
......hello?
.....readers?
...........Anyone there?
..........umm...I will just get started.


1. You get to smell the awesome scent of the pages of a newly purchased NCERT book. I specialized so much in identifying smells that I can tell a workbook from main course book just with my nose.

2. When your parents wanted you to come with them to that Aunt's house who always took an unnatural interest in your future and career, how sincerely you said that you very badly needed to study and improve upon your Physics. You life was saved a little.

3. Studies make your life hell. It raises the difficulty level of your life, teaches you to face challenges and ultimately prepares you for death.
If you think it's a negative point, try to take it positively.

4. Studies make you optimistic too. Although you attended just two and a half question in the exam, you still dare to think you will pass because thinking otherwise will only prepone the trial.

5. As long as you have course books in your life, you cannot suffer from insomnia.

6. You are loaded a great deal and that is the reason that you learn to find happiness in the smallest of things like a teacher on leave.

7. Remember when you were in your teen years? You were dangerous, jumping off the compound walls of school, pulling the tail of that limp dog, looting the candies of the Birthday kid from class 2. Only one thing could make you helpless- the subject you hated. So in a way studies kept you under control when you were of the most monstrous tendencies.

P.S:- Imagine that three more points were read. I don't want to break the uniformity of ten points. :)
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