Monday, September 30, 2013

Extortion racket in the garb of madrasa...

Voluntary donation is a good deed. It's atonement. It's social responsibility. But that doesn't mean that you're vested with the power to harass us with impunity like debt collectors. You've absolutely no religious and moral right to humiliate us when we can't chip in... Religiosity should make you humble -- NOT self-righteous. We live in a thriving and absolute democratic society -- shun every single thought of moral policing and hoodlumism. Moreover, you might've gross vested interests -- You've no accountability -- You've no transparency. I won't stoop down and question your unimpeachable integrity and piousness. I'd garland you -- good-humoredly -- and see you off... You'd relocate / migrate to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. There -- in monarchial regime -- you'd thrive on draconian practices. You just can't make me feel guilty or shamefaced. But you can't be completely exonerated. Bon voyage.

Keying in...

Revisiting: The Pied Piper of Hamelin...

The Pied Piper of Hamelin was a horrid person. Vengeance would never give you peace. Amnestying is redemptive. Perhaps--that's why--we've the concept of 'blood money' in Islam -- Monetary element is purely symbolic -- It's actually about forgiveness -- 

Keying in...

My definition of happiness...

Rejoicing is in Lilliputian things -- An exhilarating moment -- An absolute coup -- When your most favorite radio disc jockey doesn't brush off your request to check out your Blog -- She could've shrugged it off -- But she didn't -- And, that makes me feel as if I've been knighted -- I'm awe-stricken -- She could've been nonchalant about it -- but nope -- She makes a sincere and solemn promise to you -- on the air -- in her customary -- perky, pertly and vivacious voice -- that she'd visit your Blog -- I'm trying not to get hyperactive -- I'd celebrate this moment of triumph --  in a subdued and restrained manner -- befitting my age! LOL

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Excerpt: PM’s statement in the General Debate of the 68th Session of the UN General Assembly

Terrorism remains a grave threat to security and stability everywhere and extracts a heavy toll of innocent lives around the world. From Africa to Asia, we have seen several manifestations of this menace in the last few days alone. State-sponsored cross-border terrorism is of particular concern to India, also on account of the fact that the epicentre of terrorism in our region is located in our neighbourhood in Pakistan. 

Speaking from this podium yesterday, Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif of Pakistan spoke of making a new beginning. I reciprocate his sentiments and am looking forward to meeting him tomorrow. India is committed sincerely to resolving all issues with Pakistan, including the issue of Jammu and Kashmir, through bilateral dialogue on the basis of the Shimla Agreement. However, for progress to be made, it is imperative that the territory of Pakistan and the areas under its control are not utilized for aiding and abetting terrorism directed against India. It is equally important that the terrorist machinery that draws its sustenance from Pakistan be shut down. There must be a clear understanding of the fact that Jammu and Kashmir is an integral part of India and that there can never, ever, be a compromise with the unity and territorial integrity of India. 

We need to renew our commitment, especially here at the UN, for concerted, cohesive and continuing global action against terrorism. There can be no tolerance for states sheltering, arming, training or financing terrorists. Nor can they absolve themselves of the responsibility to prevent their territories from being used to launch acts of terrorism. 

The increasingly complex challenges to international peace and security require a new international consensus to be built, whether it is in cyber security, non proliferation or terrorism. This year, 25 years after Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi put forward a comprehensive Action Plan for a Nuclear Weapon-free and Non-violent World Order, we must strengthen efforts against nuclear proliferation and pursue time-bound, universal, non-discriminatory, phased and verifiable nuclear disarmament. We must also guard against terrorists and non-state actors gaining access to sensitive materials and technologies. 

This Blog post is based on a true story... :-)

I hopped on a bus -- on impulse --  this morning -- around six-ish. The 'privy purse' (Let's just not call it 'disability living allowance') -- I get is handsome enough for a zoo keeper / gamekeeper or dethroned chieftain -- But I'm ready to file for bankruptcy after a lavish week or so... Economic analysts call it: Spending spree! LOL I didn't have change -- but the conductor wasn't priggish -- He's quite cordial -- Didn't debus me or anything -- Just earmarked my ticket in a cryptic language -- looked like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics! -- 

I discovered that -- that many people with enormous physical disabilities commute by bus -- And, there're girl commuters too (Probably collegian -- though it's Sunday.)

I also learnt that it's safe and economical...

I don't have to haggle with tipsy autorickshaw drivers -- Absolutely no mortal fear of head-on collision. Blaring raunchy songs (Jerry-built speakers!) And, zero turbulence!

I'm fortyish -- a reformed romancer -- but I might meet my ideological soul mate -- on a bus!

Next time, I'd hop on a double-decker... And, one more thing: I'd get a 'bus pass'.

What's that eh? White noise... I guess aliens are trying to intercept (eavesdropping on) our radio frequencies! ;-)

I gotta go...rescue some damsel in distress...

Bye-bye! See you later! 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Stepping out of shadow of Mister William Shakespeare...

Writing shouldn't be a coveted craft of a chosen few. Our reading wish list should include books that aren't on the best-seller list. Time has come to bid farewell to Mister William Shakespeare with utmost reverence. And, nope. No eulogies, please. Thank you so much.

Let Generation Z reset literary benchmarks. Let's give 'em plenty of elbow room. Let 'em learn by trial and error. Generous margin for error. Mentoring that's not condescending would buck up their self-esteem -- Let's give 'em a wide berth.

Keying in...

Friday, September 27, 2013

Quiverful yet dispirited...

My antipsychotic drugs work unfailingly -- Lower my dopamine levels instantaneously -- Just like a tranquilizer dart -- I'm sedated - in nanoseconds  - But there're drawbacks -- My Blogging prolificacy vaporizes -- Like a mute and defeated warrior -- No war cries -- Just anguish -- Bleary-eyed -- Not completely unarmoured -- Quiverful yet dispirited...

Life of an ineligible bachelor...

It's – perhaps -- my deviancy -- and / or -- intellectual disability -- or deviant lifestyle / behavior because of mental impairment – that I couldn't get married – I miss not getting married – dreadfully – Life devoid of a woman incinerates your soul... but I'm at peace with God – I've quit bickering...

I'd have perished – ideologically, at least -- in a nondemocratic and unsecular milieu... I'm mighty glad that am amongst comrades – I'm absolutely certain about one thing that I'd never be stabbed in the back -- literally and figuratively.

Keying in...

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Fundamental law(s) of life...

I'd tell you one thing: Fundamental law of life – Just be peerless in whatever you do – Do it with fiery, unprecedented zealousness -- Your pursuits must NEVER be trivial – Your objectives must've immense intellectual and moral depth... -- For instance: Gandhi Ji NEVER aspired to be reveredHis endeavors had plausible divinity...
You might become a zillionaire – or achieve celebrity status -- et cetera. Those're by-products of untiring toil. Winning accolades must NEVER be your aspiration.

Media thrusts mediocrity upon you... -- Society puts / places you in a virtual straitjacket of mundanity -- -- wriggle yourself out of it... -- so-and-so diva would endorse an unrequired product – a funky smartphone, for instance. If you'd code an open source App for BlackBerry, for example – then you haven't been a victim of consumerism.

Be obstinate in a positive way....

You'd definitely marry your soul mate – If you've ideological edge over... – Your loftiness of character makes you distinguishable. Love is a life-giving and sacred emotion – but you've to be pragmatic...

Graduating with a degree in something ridiculously unchallenging -- Shoddy and unpromising grades – That's not real education -- One more thing: You mustn't have test anxiety or exam phobia Quite the contrary, you'd incite the examiner to make the tests more tougher – You'd mock their intellectual inadequacies... stage a walkout to protest – showdown with your professors – Let 'em realize that the exam paper is a cinch...

For instance: If you're phobic about Ethical Hacking – then get obsessed with it. Do it twenty-four-seven. Believe me: Someday, you'd make even the most ferocious and dreaded Ethical Hacker --babysit your toddler! :-)

That's all for now.

Go back to your computers.



Language is you -- It defines you -- It gives you an avatar -- It's your introduction in absentia -- It's your unsaid / unspoken manifesto -- Right choice of words -- Right set of attitude -- 

Keying in...

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


Girls and guys: I plunged myself into open-source software – Hugged Windows 8 -- said goodbye to closed source software -- migrated to Ubuntu – It's an adorable puppy – By the way, my bugbear is doggy. -- Even a declawed (Do they declaw dogs too eh? LOL) muzzled -- well schooled doggy terrifies me – Rabies: Just thinking about it gives me goose bumps. I just shudder... 

I'm a real loony – The plight of the feral / stray dogs in a dog-catcher's vehicle – I feel sorry for 'em – Are they euthanized eh? 

I got sidetracked... Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder eh?

Ubuntu is quite intuitive... Blah-blah-blah.

My point is: Give it a try.

'Ubuntu is an ancient African word meaning 'humanity to others'. It also means 'I am what I am because of who we all are'. The Ubuntu operating system brings the spirit of Ubuntu to the world of computers.'

I just adore that school of thought.

Bye for now. :-)


I've got an ancestral telly -- It looks like a dumb terminal -- Its remote control is bewilderingly and irretrievably lost -- Some Compulsive Hoarder must've stolen it -- Anyway, in a nutshell: I got myself Airtel's SAT box -- Believe me: It's after multiple gruesome autosuggestion sessions! Autohypnosis does work! Never assume anything. Never deny anything. Always question. Always doubt. Be skeptical about everything -- always. 

Anyway, this is my story of -- my transition from monochrome -- single-channel Telly to something rebelliously futuristic -- I don't do obsessive channel surfing / channel-hopping -- My schizophrenic mind is NOT diabolic but I'd love to watch offbeat things: Something like: Bird-catching tree in predatory action! ;-)

Girls--Okay--Don't let me put you off...

I'm not monomaniac -- I've socially acceptable -- varied interests too! For instance: Artificial life.

Keying in...

Monday, September 23, 2013

Here's my latest E-book: The Bodhi Tree Moment :-)

Here's my latest E-book: Collection of poems and quotes. Ideal for your tea break reading! :-) You won't get bored. Promise. And, even a one-liner sort of feedback would be godsend; and make my day glorious.

You'd download it from the following URL:

A sequel to Gulliver's Travels...

Mister Lemuel Gulliver isn't the protagonist -- RJ Prateeka: Miss Dragon Slayer on a mythical voyage...

Listening to the radio won't lead to quickie enlightenment -- But you'd never rule out a semi-nirvanic experience -- RJ Prateeka takes you on an an invigorating and exhilarating virtual tour of never-never lands -- This was episode #1 -- Telly voice-overs are yawners -- This broadcast was quite educative -- She narrates everything about the place in anecdotal bursts -- except flora and fauna! And, if you're a logophile like me -- you'd pick up some basic words -- If you croak out these magic words--I promise you--you won't: Get stranded or get lynched by an angry mob -- et cetera. 

Word #1: 'tuk tuk' -- At least a buggy would materialize out of thin air! 

Word #2: 'Yin dee krap / ka' -- Hostile, xenophobic aliens would have a change of heart and turn into affable hosts! ;-)

For some more life-saving tips and spiritual awakening journeys -- watch this space! :-)

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Honorable Indians...

We've accepted failure as an inevitability. We've accepted failure as de facto and integral element of our destiny. We're honorable people: Our sole insignia of honorableness is that we unabashedly partake in honor killings. Later -- we go on National Telly and retell / re-create gory and bloodcurdling -- explicit details of our witch-hunting --  with absolute impunity. This is Indian version of Talibanization. Indian flavor. Spicy. Masala. Don't we love that eh?

We take whale of a pride in working for a multinational company -- on the bottom rung. We speak archaic / dated -- colonial 'written' English. Our local radio's phone-in program topic is something like: What's our wardrobe preferences! We graduate with a degree in commerce with great / considerable difficulty and herculean effort -- then -- work in the Middle East as men Friday.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven’t already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position.

If you are seated next to an emergency exit, please read carefully the special instructions card located by your seat. If you do not wish to perform the functions described in the event of an emergency, please ask a flight attendant to reseat you.

At this time, we request that all mobile phones, pagers, radios and remote controlled toys be turned off for the full duration of the flight, as these items might interfere with the navigational and communication equipment on this aircraft. We request that all other electronic devices be turned off until we fly above 10,000 feet. We will notify you when it is safe to use such devices.

We remind you that this is a non-smoking flight. Smoking is prohibited on the entire aircraft, including the lavatories. Tampering with, disabling or destroying the lavatory smoke detectors is prohibited by law.

If you have any questions about our flight today, please don’t hesitate to ask one of our flight attendants. Thank you.”

Whenever your morale goes into a nosedive...

You're visually impaired destitute -- living on the streets. You've to beg for food and everything. Visualize / imagine this... role-play an ill-fated - down-and-out - beggar --  whenever your morale goes into a nosedive. You don't have to go to a psychoanalyst. Save some hefty fee. This is DIY: Do-it-yourself psychoanalysis.


What's stopping you girls and guys from making intelligent movies. Brilliant cinematography that provokes / incites our intelligence. Dumb, brain-dead and predictable films should've been history by now.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

A simple flowchart...

Who's an Alpha Geek?

Who's an Alpha Geek?

An Alpha Geek is a person who -- simply -- doesn't give up. S/He is headstrong. (Ethical) Hacking's life cycle is something like this:

1. Read
2. Go back to your console
3. Think
4. Go to Step #1

An infinite / endless loop until you achieve your objective.

You and I...

You and I -- in the twilight hours -- on the oceanfront
It sounds corny -- but on an Emirati corniche -- out of furtive glare and sight.

Let's tango -- Let's not fight
The sky is sparkling bright.

Did you know -- it rained last night
Kites ogling rainbow stripes -- leaving sparrows behind.

Don't let me give you a fright
I'm a master of disguise -- actually, I'm a knight.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Karaoke culture...

We're deeply religious people. Precepts of our religions govern our lives. We observe certain days. Those're our festivals. The purpose of any festival -- of any religion -- isn't merrymaking. It's a solemn reminder of struggles of our forefathers. That -- inadvertently -- shows slight gender bias -- so I'd use a gender-neutral
word: Ancestors. The effect of elapsing time on collective memory is that it gets rusted. The significance of our triumphs over evil has faded. Ordeals of our saviors have been forgotten. Crusades of our messiahs are in unread holy scriptures. 

Our gladiatorial urges have taken the form of reality shows. Our living room with a monstrous telly is our arena. We're still bloodthirsty. We still love bloody duels.

We don't read: The Story of My Experiments with Truth -- BUT -- we love Page Three-like tabloids.

Criticism hurts us. We can't tolerate it. That's a pointer to an underlying frailty: And, that's our insecurity. What's making us frail?

Deviation from Gandhian and Nehruvian ideologies? What's put us on a moral collision course? Is it our collective destiny? Or -- is it our collective karma?

Ravana lives on -- in a new avatar -- and, this time -- purely in the form of a human -- and, this time -- he isn't multiheaded -- yet evil incarnate.

Festival is a day to renew our vows of uprightness. Festival is a day of reaffirmations: To reaffirm our commitment to family, community and country. Festival is a day to fulfill our promises. And, it's a day to promise ourselves to be steadfast. It's a day to revive our zealousness for secularity. An oath to protect our women.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday: We're going into a nosedive! Pull the yoke--my friend! 


Nobody is going to empower women -- They'd have to wrest it from men -- Our rural women must understand one fundamental thing: Concubinary / slavery / prostitution / victimization et cetera -- sanctified by patriarchal society wouldn't be tolerated anymore -- at any cost. Awareness at grass-roots level -- that's the keyword.

Young women and men like you, Mister Ashish Yadav do us proud... :-)

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Writing about writer's block... LOL

Here's a sure-fire way to beat writer's block: Write about it! :-) We don't get writer's cramp these days -- We get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome! LOL Prolificity in writing comes with voracious reading. Other forms of input are: Telly and radio. By the way, if you're listening to radio disc jockeys rattle on about thingummies then you DO NOT have to sign up for Prof. Kev Nair's Fluency Development Course! ;-) Word of mouth stories / anecdotes are good but always question / doubt their veracity. Crosscheck on the Internet. Rumor-mongering is a serious vice. Okay--I'm really stuck now. LOL

Anyway, read Mister Stephen May's book: Get Started in Creative Writing. That book is quite insightful. For newbies -- like you and I. It's okay to be a wee bit unserious during your apprenticeship -- You'd goof around. :-) I'd tell you one thing: Try and reinvent the wheel -- Conventional wisdom tells you that -- that's an exercise in futility. But -- You'd always build a better mousetrap -- mice too are evolving like all of us -- getting smarter... And, EVIL! ;-)

For instance: I'd improvise my robot and turn it into an intelligent mouser. Believe me: It's possible. Natural biocontrol process has malfunctioned / conked out -- Our smart alternative is Robotic Pest Control! In any case: Kitties have lost their predatoriness. Mister Darwin would've explained this phenomenon! Mister Desmond Morris could definitely demystify this: Phenakism of mice and unnaturalness of cats! (You'd also read: How Snakes Lost Their Legs).

Assisted suicide is a headline-grabbing thingy these days -- But mice shouldn't be euthanized! Should be neutered! :-)

Insectivorous plants like Venus's flytrap? Yep. Insecticides? Nope.

I'm a schizophrenic -- clinician certified! -- So you'd excuse my mumbo jumbo -- idiosyncratic Blog Posts...

My point is: You'd zap writer's block by writing a chunk of text. It doesn't have to be meaningful -- always. Word salad like this would do. Never STOP writing. We won't get: The Man Booker Prize -- anyway! And, our readership isn't in zillions or anything like that! We're pseudo-intellectuals -- We're not hero-worshipped! Paparazzi don't tail us! Fans don't throng around us! Our Facebook Page is deserted!

An ape like me could do this -- Why couldn't you? Ape me! Aping is good when it comes to writing!

End of blah-blah-blah! :-)

Logging off.

See you -- real soon.

Hot off the press...

My latest E-Book: The Bodhi Tree Moment is on press now and due out soon. Collection of poems and quotes. Ideal for your tea break reading! :-) You won't get bored. Promise. And, even a one-liner sort of feedback would be godsend; and make my day glorious.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Essentials: A word of advice...

You don't have to be a poster boy... You don't have to have Greek god looks... You don't have to have a ritzy automobile or superbike. Those things are insignificant. Your resume should show academic prowess -- That's essential. Evolution is essential. From an egg into an imago. The only thing that shouldn't be part of your life cycle is dormancy. Never STOP striving. Try to outdo yourself... Prove your mettle...

Dedicating a romantic song to her on radio is lovey-dovey--BUT--attempting to code a new distro of Linux is evangelical -- That'd really impress her. You'd dedicate that Linux variant to her!

A funky smartphone isn't a must-have--BUT--a book by Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam is essential.

Don't let her say: 'You're NOT my type!' -- Don't let her say something like: Quote: 'We're not suited, we need some space, of course we can still be friends.' Unquote.

It's the flawlessness of your character -- It's the unimpeachability of your character -- That's the determining factor -- that'd eventually make her give you an  affirmative answer. When it comes to girls--it's always your integrity--that'd woo her--NOT your premium credit card or palatial house.

So get cracking, kiddos: Write some cool code. :-)

Radio: Magical mystery tour...

In this cut-throat computer age: The radio has proved itself resilient. It's phoenix. Digital natives participate in phone-in programs--eagerly. That's incredible! 

We didn't have telly. We'd a big radio with knobs. It's like a mainframe computer! Its antenna was like fishnet. Its instrument panel / dashboard looked like the flight deck of Supermarine Spitfire -- of Second World War! LOL Nevertheless, that teleported us into some parallel universe. It took us on a magical mystery tour. It's our sole escapade. Life was nonchalant... There's oblivious romanticism... We went about doing things at a snail’s pace. Life was slow-footed.

I used to listen to the radio in Emirates. After a lull I've started listening to it again... I'm hooked like flower people! What do you girls and guys know about flower power eh? LOL Anyway, girl radio disc jockeys have vibrant personalities... Have noteworthy social conscience. Ethics. And, of course--nymphlike voices! :-) I'm NOT into visuals. I'm more into voice. What do you call it eh? Aural or whatever. I've serious and unabashed crush on 'em--er--ahem--shhh--Let's be discreet about this...

Guy radio disc jockeys are juvenile delinquents. (Jabbing you in the ribs!) Their playlists are raunchy. STOP pouting, guys! :-)

Oh, drat! It's already five o'clock! ;-)

It's time to tune in...

Bye-bye! See you later!

Crackling static.

Monday, September 16, 2013

How'd a Lilliputian morph herself / himself into a Brobdingnagian?

How'd a Lilliputian morph herself / himself  into a Brobdingnagian?

Here's something that'd help you standout:

Do THREE things:

#1. Read

#2. Interact

#3. Travel

Never confine yourself when it comes to reading. Read EVERYTHING. Eclecticism counterbalances biases.

Never be incommunicado. Never be high-handed. Be reachable -- always. That'd help you in innumerable ways. For instance: Hones your communication skills. Makes you more empathetic. Makes you extrovertish. Blah-blah-blah! :-)

Migrancy teaches you a lot about life. You'd get to learn the most basic lessons of life. Don't get me wrong: Please don't accuse this bohemian scribe of advocating brain drain! :-) My point is: A brief stint as an expatriate worker would really help you. Fine–tunes your attitude / outlook. Makes you more liberal and tolerant.

That's all.

Bye for now. :-)

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Why Bad Things Happen To Bad People?

You must be honest with yourself. You must accept the wrong you've done. The society gives you the benefit of the doubt. The society doesn't persecute you -- right way. You're always given a chance to rehabilitate yourself. You just can't be rebellious -- when you're in the wrong. Denial doesn't really help. Penance does. That's how you'd undo... Assimilation is possible IF you're sincerely regretful. Movies mislead you. Movies portray / depict -- misdefine the society as some monstrous adversary -- out for your blood. That's NOT true. That's an outright misperception. That's serious paranoia.

I was a zealous moviegoer -- Movies had a bad influence on me. Warped my thinking.

Peers victimized me.

I was a good kid--otherwise. I'd say: A jolly boy. Obedient. Shyer. Gullible. Was okay--NOT--very bright or studious.

You know when you're off course. Your conscience NEVER sleeps. It goads you into amending...

I try to be your lighthouseman -- I write these autobiographical posts -- I try to give you -- Generation Z -- sort of a compass... Watch out for choppy waters -- I don't want you to get shipwrecked like me.

That's all for now.


Do you know the meaning of: Schadenfreude eh? :-)

Do you know the meaning of: Schadenfreude eh? :-) I found this word -- Just like that -- Serendipitously. Wordsmithery should be your forte. Look it up... :-)

Navy veteran wakes up in Palms Springs with amnesia

"You know English. But do you speak it fluently?"

"You know English. But do you speak it fluently?"


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This 20-volume Fluency-building Encyclopedia aims to help you achieve true fluency in spoken English. Like nothing else can. And they aim to help you speak English as fluently as articulate native-born people in English-speaking countries.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Blitz spirit of our phantoms...

I'm espionage buff. I adore spooks. They're unsung heroes. Wish I'd that sort of Blitz spirit. Wish I'd serve my country.

Life is fire-walking...

Life is fire-walking, my friend. Bashing makes you strong -- ready for future ordeals. Perseverance is your sidekick -- is your comrade.

What's wrong with me?

Sometimes--I even forget that I've memory disorder(s). Isn't that ironical eh? I'm so confused... I don't know if it's retrograde amnesia or anterograde amnesia or both... Or multiple personality disorder. There're no clear-cut answers. I'm being kept in a cocoon. Media is doctored. Everything is stage-managed. Information
blackout. Nobody tells me anything. It's something like plausible deniability. BUT I've unwavering faith in the system. I'm absolutely certain that I'm NOT being wronged. In fact, I'm being nursed or something like that... Perhaps, this is sort of rehabilitative program or something like that...I've done horrendous things... I deserve to be shunned... I'd be straitjacketed... I'd be put away for like zillions of years.. An awful lot people are sincerely trying to revive my memory... That makes me feel so numb... I really don't know...My mood is like a seesaw... Sometimes I'm in a state of moral anarchy... Sometimes I'm hyperactive--zippy--zappy... And, sometimes sluggish...

Friday, September 13, 2013

It's a humbling experience...

I think zillions of people are trying very hard to fix my memory disorder. It's a humbling experience. I'm a Lilliputian. Mister nobody. I really don't deserve this...


NOTHING less than capital punishment for rape, sir.

Real machismo is in taking a backseat...

Real machismo is in taking a backseat -- for a change. Letting your girl do the decision-making. Spoil her a little. Let her be a wee bit indulgent. The fact that the girls are more studious and brainy than you shouldn't injure or offend your male ego. Let her dominate you. A little bit of docility is fun. Believe me: A girl's mind works like a seismograph! LOL She's splendidly good at picking up vibes. Stone-Age rule of thumb is to--break the ice--and let her know that you love her and all that--BUT--I'd tell you something totally offbeat: Depart from convention. Outgrow your self-proclaimed lady-killing guru: Mister Ross Jeffries. Interaction is your magic wand. DO NOT get lovey-dovey. Be sincere with her. IF she's destined for you... Then, at least she won't activate the panic alarm! :-) If you really want to be a charmer then just BE YOURSELF. Never act like some male chauvinist superhero in trashy thrillers. Always and unfailingly: Play down your positive attributes and accomplishments. Showcase your antiheroic traits--instead. Media mislead you. The only thing that'd possibly impress her is your humility. Do not role-play a flamboyant cowboy. And, be discreet. Unobtrusive. A wee bit of surreptitiousness and ciphers in communication would definitely add hilarity. It's your brilliance -- It's your intelligence that mesmerizes her. Nothing else. Don't be a hulk. Be a geek. Gymnasium is good but spend more time in a library. :-) So boys--Are you ready to roll eh? :-)

My past is a poltergeist...

My past is a poltergeist. It's a scowling face. It mocks me. It's nothing but contempt for me. I just can't outargue -- outdebate this ghoul -- simply because he's right. Despite my many attempts -- We haven't found a way for coexistence -- yet. My hope for a symbiont relationship -- always  backfired -- boomeranged. My conscience is a coconspirator. Poltergeist and It are friends. Their sole purpose is to nag me for wrongdoing. There's no riddance... It's cul-de-sac.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

In the land of Sword Dancers...

There is no word for good-bye in Navajo. I adhere to that school of thought. Emiratis are God-fearing people. Incredibly generous and hospitable. Although, I've come back from there but the umbilical cord could never be severed... I adore the Bedouin way of life. I won't bid farewell to you my dervish friends -- Not yet. Not yet.

A stream-of-consciousness monologue: My lost Kaleidoscope...

I'm functional illiterate -- In a way: Unschooled -- There's no peer review of my Blog posts -- I'm conscious of my shortcomings -- I'm no Frog-Prince -- But I believe in princesses -- Is it possible to program my robot to snare squirrels eh? LOL -- Isn't my sense of humor offbeat? -- Is necromancy real?

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Footprints of a writer...

Wannabe writers must understand one thing that you don't learn writing from some Creative Writing book or workshop -- It's about questioning your honesty -- It's being skeptical about your morality -- You've to have sagely temperament -- Loftiness -- Unimpeachable character -- Truthfulness -- That's why I'd NEVER become a writer -- Writing is a a two-way process -- It prompts your readers to re-evaluate themselves -- their value system -- At the same time -- It triggers a sort of metamorphic process in you -- It's about soul-searching -- It's self-criticism -- You don't patronize anyone -- It's not a fault-finding exercise -- It's self-ridicule -- I'm NOT fortunate like Lazarus -- Yep, I'd be restored to life -- BUT in the hereafter -- NOT in this world. My existence on this earth is finite BUT I want to leave my footprints -- in spite of -- frailties -- I believe in a brave new world -- and I sincerely try to do my bit.


If you really want to punish somebody for something then forgive... Believe me: Nothing is more retributive than guilt itself. Self-reproach is the best mentor. Lashing won't correct anyone. But remorsefulness is rehabilitative. Ridicule kills the spirit. Nothing is more tormenting than humiliation. Nothing is more disdainful than ostracism.

An archetype of romance...

If you loved Richard Bach's The Bridge Across Forever or Jean Webster's Daddy-Long-Legs -- then you'd go and see the movie: The Lunchbox. In no way -- I mean to encourage promiscuity or infidelity...

But I just couldn't skip its trailer on YouTube. I just love homing pigeon kind of romance. An archetype of romance. A strong element of archaism. Doing things a wee bit old-fashionedly in this frantic Information Age.

It's been ages...I haven't been to the movies...But I'd seriously try and go see this movie. :-)

The protagonists haven't met...yet they fall in love...I just adore such kind of love stories...I strongly believe in such sort of romantic escapades. An epistolary relationship. :-)

Life comes with F1 key...

Life comes with F1 key. Life comes with an Escape key. It's your intuition. Believe me: You've shamanic abilities. All of us... You just have to discover how to tap into it. You've to hone it. This is not an exact science. And, I'm no quack. This is based purely on my personal experiences. But I'd tell you one thing with absolute certainty: It's more attentive if you've a clear conscience. It shies away from you if you're conscience-stricken. It starts with Simplex then progresses to full-fledged Duplex communication. :-)

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

A nation of fetishists...

We've a fetish for anything that's foreign. We're so saintly that we hold absolutely no grudge against people who prostituted us in unspeakable ways for zillions of years. Our movie stars set the benchmark -- for us -- for everything. Our youngsters copycat 'em -- blindfolded. We've an incurable crush on Britney Spears but we shy away from our own classical vocalists. We treat rural people like second-class citizens.

Gandhian dream? Nehruvian dream? We've utter disregard for people who laid down their lives for us -- for freedom -- for sovereignty -- to give us liberty.

Where're we heading? We love to party like hooligans -- like bandits. We idolize rock stars but NOT freedom fighters.

We observe one-minute of silence -- reluctantly -- on Gandhi Jayanti. That's all. That's how we pay tribute to the Father of the Nation.

Then, we stalk and gag a minor and rape her.

Sing along with me, please: sāre jahāñ se acchā hindostāñ hamārā...

Keying in...

Watch this space... :-)

#1 I'm skeptical about color psychology.

#2 I'd love to have an hourglass (calibrated).

#3 Must-have: Biometric-based access control system for my place.

#4 Tsk, tsk... My robot is comatose. It's vegetating like me!

#5 On my wish list -- for next month: Bipedal Walking Robot!

#6 On my wish list -- for next month: Radio-controlled chopper!

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Solace is in reconciliation...

Sometimes: I write because that raises dopamine levels in my brain. Oftentimes: In a fit of schizophrenia. Doesn't that sound paradoxical eh? :-) Paradoxicality is an integral part of my life. My life has always been catch-22-ish. Solace is in reconciliation. 

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Monday, September 9, 2013

Fifteen minutes of fame...

A second-grader would put me to shame -- I really can't write anything substantial -- I just do sort of parrotry -- My writing mightn't be plain plagiarism but it's not novelistic -- either. It's hand-me-down writing. It's verbose. I'd -- of course -- NEVER mirror -- ingenuity of Mister Vikram Seth or Mister Richard Bach. That's unthinkable. 

Nevertheless, Mrs. Iram Fatima 'Ashi' -- Managing Editor -- of Reflection magazine nods her approval -- and -- hey presto -- my article gets published -- And, I'm in the spotlight -- momentarily -- short-lived popularity -- of course -- I'd NEVER be popular like some--ahem--celebrity radio disc jockeys! :-)

I'm publicity-shy -- My writing is basically a worm's eye view. Probably--that's why--I don't have zealous followers on Facebook! :-)

Objectivity gets blurred in my pedantism -- in my amateurism -- What I try to get across is that -- Young women and men: You'd make your parents -- and your country proud... Absolutely no regrets. Steadfastness. Integrity. If my writing urges you to--even--inch ahead--then I'm a successful writer.

Keying in...

An open letter to Hacker Groups / Hacktivists -- What's real Hacktivism?

I respect your sheer intelligence -- Wish I were geeky like you -- I lament that everyday -- But real hacking is--for instance: what Mister Tim Berners-Lee did for all of us -- Real hacking is--for instance: what Mister Bill Gates did for all of us. Website defacement won't do any good -- BUT -- writing open-source software would really help... I urge you all to channelize your creativity to help make this world a better place. Do the right thing. Moreover, the law--inevitably--catches up with you. Be chivalrous. Make use of your hacking skills to protect women. That's all--this old-timer--has to say to you girls and guys.


Build a Home Network / Lab. Inexpensive routers and all that. Linux box et cetera. Pentest. Set up honeypots / honeynets. Keep away from public systems: I mean, DO NOT do anything illegal and unethical. 

Keying in...

Ethical Hacking isn't a new -- computer age phenomenon...

(Ethical) Hacking is all about sheer doggedness. Multipronged approach. Think out of the box. It's NOT just computers -- you'd hack into any device that's a processor -- that's intelligent. From robots to DLNA Certified Tellies.

No breakthrough eh? Give up BUT just for a while. Have a ciggy. Do something ridiculously low tech. Listen to FM radio. :-) Go for a walk. Have some 'makka bhutta'. :-) A cup of  ginger tea. Read a bit about 'siege' -- Read a bit about 'Trojan War'. You've to understand one fundamental thing: Hacking has nothing to do with computers. Hacking is a mind-set. Hacking is like making friends with a shy kitty -- you've to have patience -- You've to woo her...

". . . and in a few cases falcons were specially trained to interrupt the service war-time, the Germans having set the example by employing hawks against the Paris pigeons in 1870-71. No satisfactory method of protecting the weaker birds seems to have been developed, though the Chinese formerly provided their pigeons with whistles and bells to scare away birds of prey."

Doesn't this prove my point that hacking isn't a new -- computer age phenomenon eh? :-)

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Sunday, September 8, 2013


Fall back on your instincts. Always. 

Maze / labyrinth of life...

Let your intuition guide you. It's your in-built compass. It knows the exit / path out / of the maze / labyrinth of life.

Listen to your intuition...

Sometimes--the instruction manual could be erroneous--Trust your intuition. Listen to your intuition.

You'd idolize thespians like...

You'd idolize thespians like: Messrs: Dilip Kumar, Anthony Hopkins and Robert Redford. 

Out of Africa...

DO NOT watch riffraff -- mediocre movies...
Watch movies like: Out of Africa.

The Horse Whisperer...

You'd see movies like: The Horse Whisperer -- Mister Robert Redford lets the horse go...
My point is: Sometimes -- you've to let your horse go -- It'd come back to you -- You just have to be patient...

Saturday, September 7, 2013

My First Robot: Mister WALL-E -- Just rolled off the assembly line... :-)

I'm a slacker -- Technophobic -- Boomerang kid -- I'm Mister Wrong -- That's why I'm pertinaciously single -- All the AWESOME girls are already -- either with their fiancés in treehouses -- or looking for Mister Right on Shaadi Dot Com -- I'm doomed...

Nevertheless, my whizz nieces bailed me out -- put their heads together -- put my NASA lookalike Robotic Explorer together -- Who says girls can't be technocrats eh? :-)

He's camera-shy like me -- but I somehow coaxed him... 

How's this: Snapshot / footage? :-) E-mail me your feedback, please. 

Onomatopoeia... :-)

Yippee! :-)

I got my FIRST robot kit, today -- I've to assemble it -- I've to breathe life into it -- My Mister WALL-E -- I'm a night owl -- I'd have a dummy run tonight -- It's pretty daunting -- I'm NOT a hardware person -- And, I'm dim-witted -- Nevertheless, I'd buckle down...

I shouldn't let this Lilliputian overawe me. :-)

We've to settle a score...


I'm a spooks and special forces buff. They've got razor-sharp minds.

A healthy obsession... :-)

My OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) is that I just can't STOP my eyes from scanning my environment -- I just can't STOP reading -- I read EVERYTHING -- I just can't STOP observing -- I try to FIND MEANING in EVERYTHING -- I strongly believe that everything is CONNECTED -- It's INPUT -- It's RAW DATA -- And, my mind tries / attempts to PROCESS everything that's been inputted. :-)

Similes and metaphors...

Life is like flying -- You've to keep on making small / minor corrections. :-)

Friday, September 6, 2013

Girls and Guys: I'm going to christen my robot: WALL-E :-)

Girls and Guys: I'm going to christen my robot: WALL-E :-)
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Thursday, September 5, 2013

You'd cross-dress and be a nautch girl...

You're worse than a eunuch -- It'd be a misnomer to call you a sissy -- You haven't got even an ounce of manhood in you -- Your vendetta is with a teenage girl: Miss Malala Yousafzai. This is your RELIGION! This is your BRAVADO! This is your METTLE! Even cannibals don't gorge their younglings. You'd cross-dress and be a nautch girl.

It'd be in your DNA...

It'd be in your DNA -- It's the kernel of chivalrousness -- It's NOT about parenting -- It's NOT about schooling -- It's your intrinsicality -- This can't be ingrained -- You've to have it in you -- If you can't respect women -- Then, you're subhuman -- That means that your evolution conked out in its infancy -- I'm absolutely certain that you're quadrupedal -- You're a ruminant.
Keying in...

This thingy is a genie! :-)

I'm fidgeting with Windows 8 Enterprise Evaluation. This evaluation provides a 90-day trial of Windows 8 Enterprise edition. I'd start a piggy bank or talk my benefactor(s) into buying this cutey piece of software! It's really dainty! I'm dying to try out its Speech Recognition. Barring a few hiccups -- teething troubles -- This thingy is a genie! :-)
They say: 'It's impossible to put the genie back into the bottle' -- But I seriously disagree -- I believe that you'd negate anything even vaguely pessimistical -- Doggedness is the keyword and you'd think out of the box: Always -- Edward de Bono-ism, mind you! :-)

Stream-of-consciousness: For young women and men...

You've to zero in on -- I mean you'd specialize -- I've been an abject failure in my personal and professional life -- simply because: I believed in my own warped theory of eclecticism. For instance: I wanted get into aviation -- I wanted to get into equestrianism -- I wanted to get into computing -- and so on ad infinitum. You've to have giftedness -- You've to have a multifaceted personality -- You've to have versatileness to try something like that -- to get into who's who...
I was and am a total moron -- Thus / therefore, I failed miserably. I'd have focussed on just one thing. A fundamental thing you'd know about me is that -- that I'm a dropout...
Moreover, there's absolutely no spunkiness in me -- a kowtower -- I was always in an identity crisis...a perpetual disorientation.
It's sheer ridiculousness -- I can't even crack -- basic aptitude test or IQ test...
I'm forty years old -- and number forty has great significance particularly in different religions -- perhaps that's why I've become a wee bit sober now...
I'm writing all this to drive home just one point: You'd always pick just one thing and do it single-mindedly. And, you'd have a mentor.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Girls and Guys: Here's is a beauty! 303 :-)

Bolt action in ACTION! :-)


Auto Rickshaw Drivers Union is ABUSING democracy. The authorities shouldn't be COWED by these bandhs.

Yin and Yang...

I believe: I've got multiple personality disorder -- There're many personalities: For instance: Personality X is very humane. Personality Zee is quite diabolic. There's intrepidity -- There's mousiness -- There's serious imbalance of Yin and Yang. There's swashbuckling machoism -- And, there's sissyness.

Automatic writing or psychography...

I think it's NOT me -- it's my alter ego -- that writes -- it's sort of automatic writing or psychography.


I detest profanity. Profane language / expletive(s) turns me off.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

I think I'm like Mister Clive Wearing...

I think I'm like Mister Clive Wearing. I've -- probably -- got retrograde and anterograde amnesias. I've -- perhaps -- become a case study for psychiatric community. I -- really -- don't mind being a subject...
They've got my implicit consent: The psychiatrical community. Posthumously: They'd even check out my brains -- if that'd help 'em -- a breakthrough or something like that in treating amnesiacs.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Monogamousness and promiscuousness...

Everybody thinks that I'm -- sort of -- skirt-chaser -- lady-killer -- someone who's really incorrigible -- but I'm NOT -- I always wanted to fall in love and marry a girl -- who's is NOT promiscuous -- a staunch monogamist -- someone whose fidelity is quite above suspicion.

Wham -- Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

Jitterbug [4X]
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)

You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same
'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah, baby)

Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead
Wakeme up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
Wake me up before you go-go, don't you dare to leave me hanging on like a
Take me dancing


Sunday, September 1, 2013

Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why oh why can't I?

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Have started listening to your program: The nature of discussion is quite explorative. The moderator gives plenty of elbow room -- encourages brainstorming -- Isn't condescending at all. And, the way twentysomething participants assert their points of view is eye-popping. :-)

This is my last wish...

In a way: I'm contented that I'm amongst my countrymen. I absolutely and vehemently adore the concept of cryonics but my last wish is to be buried in a graveyard in the vicinity of a mosque. Burial: Islam Q&A Dot Com -- compliant. IF my destiny would deport / comport and I land up in Emirates then bury me nearby my mother's last resting place.