When you are waiting ...

So buddies, it’s time to take a flush, down the unconscious memory lanes and summon up some moments. When was the last moment in time, when you stood in some place, for some purpose, alone; and I’m talking of such a length of time which made you realize that you ‘are’ alone?

Maybe for movies, maybe at a marriage, maybe in a party or even while waiting for your date! I am talking about a situation where you just stood and stood, with no one by your side, and you just stood and time walked past.

A very boring freeze-time it may be while waiting; but as time eats you from inside, it triggers some make-believe organ system deep inside you. Or, as I believe, it does. The secretion is mysterious in nature, one of its kinds, unknown to many. See, this is the time which can help you decide the person you want to be with.

The first person you urge to call at this moment is ‘the’ person you really want to be with and not, by any chance, the date you are standing and passing time for. After standing for a period of time, when your knees have started hurting and you have used every permutation and combination of cuss words; the name which bolts to your mind as a ‘Yahoo! moment’, as in a Eureka moment, is the name you have been searching for.

I am, at no point, claiming your Yahoo! person to be a lover only. It might your long lost friend you haven’t had a word with since ages. If you recognize a sign like this somewhere, that is the time to reflect on your option to connect with ‘the’ person again.

P.S.: During an utter useless time like this, you can just concentrate, sit down instead of ‘just stood and stood’ and utilize the time to write a new blog entry like this one. :D

How I Met You Robin ...

Greetings to you, random blog readers! Others, who already had a sneak-peak at my previous blog entries, might know that I am into web comics and also have a tiny little knowledge of Adobe Photoshop. So, I had this crazy idea to merge these two interests and create a masterpiece. He he, flattering myself I am. :D

What I could manage is nowhere near a single comic strip, but I sure had a fun time making it. I hope you'll like it.

So, basically it's like a story; it should be like that only, I suppose. So, here I have combined my two loves: Counter strike (he he) and ... and ... Cobie Smulders (I assume you would have guessed this by now because of the title; it was a give-away :P).


So, here it goes :-


                            Chapter I : Pilot

Nothing much to explain about this one. Just a quick mention; please find the subtle reference to computer programming in it. That thing basically carries the pun here. So straight-forward I am na! :D






                     
                                                                                                                                          Chapter II : The Beginning of the End
                                          

Just then, came this noob sweet_teddy_bear to divert me from my perseverance. Yeah, you must have noticed, I am the legend gHOST`rIDER! Mind the case please! :D

                     Chapter III : The Angel Ascends

The story takes a deadly turn. Suddenly, the map becomes hot. The monotonous sound of the beer bottles, being banged on the table, is replaced by the awe chattering of the men. The awesome angel has arrived amongst us!








                                                                                                                                                                             Chapter IV : The Fellowship of Hotness

The battle for the One begins. The forces are summoned; loyalties are put on test; the secrets are exposed in the wild! Okay, this one was too dramatized. :)








                                                       Chapter V : Destiny Awaits

Ouch, that was a little 'heart-breaking'. Ha ha ha ha! :D The skilled gHOST`rIDER scores over the dark sweet_teddy_bear and now his prize, his destiny, awaits him.








                                                                                                        Chapter VI : The Realization

P.S. :-

1. Obviously, all the background images have been taken over from the internet. I thank you all the creators of the basic images and I hope you will not sue me over the copyright issues. This post is just intended to attain pure joy and I am not even making any money out of this poorly running blog. Blah, blah!
2. Cobie Smulders is just meant to symbolize other beautiful things in my life. Anyway, Cobie, you are so hot! I was so sad when I read that you're getting married. :(
3. If any picture is not readable, you can always click on it to get the full resolution picture. :)
4. And last, please tell me how stupid this try was!

And so it ended ...

Konnichiwa to all who have accidently set foot here on my blog. Anyway, konnichiwa is Hello in Japanese. I’m just showing off my Google search talent. Yokoso watasino sekai ni. Flying my own kite, you see! :D I’ll leave this as an exercise for you to google out. Notice how google has actually become a verb!

Okay, it’s time to change the happy-emoticon-mood and get into the depressed mode to be able to write an entry here. We finally move to this blog entry’s subject matter. The thought process began when a very good friend of mine asked me how much I had experienced out of the expectations of my first year in college. The question left me in deep state of coma and, perhaps, embarrassed also to some extent. The description of his eventful and a-hell-lot-of-first-time-in-life experiences had preceded this moment of truth. I was blank. I did not have a flip lifeline here to change the question.

I weighed my options. Should I lower my so-thought-off expectations and compare or should I brag about stuffs that I thought had happened in some imaginary parallel universe? I got out by my frequent excuse of “nothing-much-I-have-to-say” and just a plain “I don’t remember much about expectations but it was a good yaar”. There isn’t even a blah blah blah to follow because no more words I had said further.

The truth. Man, I did nothing. Not a single worthwhile thing I did, nothing out-of-the-blue happened to me, not a fucking mentionable stuff happened. Starting from the answer to the very first question of every guy I meet outside my college; “Koi girlfriend patai kya?” Dude, hell no! I came here with rotten luck and it will probably suck more. You can laugh some more, Oh non-existing Lord.

I had my dumb ass in front of my third-grade laptop whole of the year playing counter strike. I don’t disgust the fact that I spent almost all my ‘time-of-your-life’ time playing CS because involving in it was probably the only way which could shut my mind from other heartbreaking things in my life. Still, random people joined my server at 2 in the morning and humiliated my game-play.

I could not manage to play decent guitar and just had it ready to distribute for the greater good of the society there and neither could I master petty things like Photoshop (no offences to the god software). I did not even become a decent ‘ghot’ to perform well in my academics. What little I have to boast about, would probably be my photography. And here comes my laziness, to pick up my camera and get my fat ass out in the sun, to ruin the party.

There’s probably more to disgust myself but I suppose this ending would do for me. Apparently, I mastered the art of being a loser. You wrote a very apt song for me 3 Doors Down.

I am happy I realized one thing. I have social anxiety or social phobia as you may call. Not the whole of the disorder; just one trait: the fear of expression.

P.S.: No part of this is intentionally pointed towards you my “very good friend”. I would just like to thank you for giving me a new blog entry.