December 8, 2008 § 13 Comments
This is going to be a super short post,just a question,
Is terrorism the shadow of our society?
wanted,peace and tomatoes and leaders(cartoons)
December 4, 2008 § 8 Comments
a few random thoughts
December 3, 2008 § 9 Comments
-My pre-half yearly got over today,my half yearly exams begin next week.
-there are 26 unread posts in my google reader right now,its going to take a lot of time to read all the posts.
-School is coming to a close,its getting closer and closer.We have like 10 more days of classes left,rest of the time will be spent in exams.
-89 days to the boards.
-I don’t feel like watching any more news.
-An interesting post.
-I removed the blog stats from the sidebar.It just got too addictive,now i faithfully go to admin page and see the stats.
-And talking of stats,I have learned that i need to write “current” stuff to get more hits.Well Mumbai terror got a lot of hits,now i think it will be movies again,I don’t feel like watching any.
-I am listening to this at the moment.
-I am tired,extremely tired.Yet when the clock strikes half past ten,I feel fresh,I can’t sleep,till like two in the morning.
-I have school tomorrow,another day of letting out the furstration of being caught up,by bugging people out off their wits.
-I am supposed to be playing FIFA,but for some reason,I am writing this post.
-I know the reason,I am waiting for the first movement to get over.
-I am allergic to mosquito coils and mosquitoes hate me for that-they seem to be bothering everyone in the class except me,making them burn more of it.Whether those creatures die or not(terrorism anyone? See now i have a reason to add terrorism as a tag) I am going to end up with a bad throat infection.
-I like to comment,more so with smilies and peace 🙂
-I thought of drawing cartoons,but am too tired,need more input.
-Long poems do no good to your stats.Yet i love the most -> you can’t earn with what you love the most,though i am the only person to file posts under long poems.
-I think i am the only guy who reads blogs,whose readers never comment on mine.unfortunately,I like the way they write and can’t me myself from not commenting.
-Played my violin today,after like 4 days.
-If you rearrange SANTA you get SATAN. What does that imply?
-I hate humans-more so after the Mumbai attacks-I can’t understand who is worse,those who claim it is alright to bomb another country cause we got hurt or the ones who attacked for about 1.5 lakh rupees(no clue if its true,news reports).
-I like my new header.And well another poll daddy.
We the people of India(cartoons)
November 30, 2008 § 12 Comments
terror (part 2)
November 19, 2008 § 5 Comments
Click here to read part one.
As He,gets tortured by terror,a series of people are faced with mysterious propositions,their choice,shall lead to his destiny.
Sheila got down from the train and started the two kilometer walk to her office.She hated everything around her.Yet she lived on,without knowing why.Her life had been normal,until she met,him.Now as she came out of the station,she saw two people across the road,staring at her.
This was becoming too common, she thought and she ignroed them and walked on.But the tall lady in the red kurthi and the short one in a blue tee,followed her,until at a signal,they caught up with her.She would have jumped the signal,as most people in India do,but had to wait,because of the fast moving traffic.She hoped that,this wasn’t trouble ,she prayed for the best.
The two women,stood behind her and wispered into her ears,” Terror has struck”.Sheila turned around quicky,causing the kunkum to fall into her left eye.She looked them over with one eye and replied,”well he asked for it!I haven’t met him in a long time,who is terror anyway?”
“Terror is the person,who has been responsible for the death of 15 members of our group till date.He is really ruthless.Simply put,he literally cuts the victim to peices.”
“Well he is your top guy,isn’t he.He has had the best training,in the country,so come on,don’t get me into this.After all,i am a lowly paid,just another Network administator.”
“Well then,tell us,how you managed to give the slip to those who have been following you for the past few days.”
“Really,people were following me?I didn’t know that.Might be my luck.”
At that moment the signal turned green and they crossed the road.Once on the other side,Shiela adjusted her hair,pushed her over grown fringe behind her ears and turned to them.
“Well Shiela,we need you.This is not for the sake of the organization.We are sure,he will not let out our plans.But this is to save him.We need him,as much as he needs you and you him.”
“Excuse me,do you people mind leaving me alone?”
At that moment a white Zen,parked about fifty metres from them.
“We will owe you a lot,if you can do this for us.Your choice can change the course of history.No this is no movie,please.”
“What will i get in return anyway? Being ditched again,sorry.I earn five thousand rupees per month and yes i am happy being a nobody.Now,i better hurry up.”
“Well you leave us no choice”.The lady in blue,who had kept quite all along,caught Sheila’s hand.She tried,to pull away,but she saw the zen in reverse gear ,moving towards them.
“alright got it.Time to end the terror.”
“As they say,the right amount of pressure,is all it takes.”
As they got into the car,Shiela’s phone rang.The driver was a guy about 25 years old,with a short beard and a black shirt.She identified him,she knew it was too late.Sheila,relaxed and fell asleep,it would be a long day.
“Look terror,look,I have the information you want.And unfortunately,you can’t get it out of me,unless you talk to me,man to man.Your games will only lead to your downfall.”
“He he,goooody goo,you want terror to be a man…but i am no human,I AM TERROR!”.
“Well I do know a lot about you,Mr.Jinesh.”
Terror’s look changed.
November 13, 2008 § 7 Comments
NOTE:-This is a beginning of a story.I will continue if you all like it.
He walked in.With a terrorising laugh,he turned to the man who lay near the wall.He rubbed his hands.Another victim for torture.He was going to love this,this one seemed to be the type who acted tough and then broke and put their thumbs into their mouth.He wondered which finish he would choose.(Rubbing his hands again)”Ha well that can wait,lets get started shall we” ,He said looking at the man.
He had heard about him.He was known as Terror.The name was enough to send most guards at the institute into coma.In fact they used the name to extract information.HE knew what was going to happen.He prayed that,he would die.Death they said was the best thing that could happen to you at his hands.He thought of her.”Darling…” he cried out,as terror began with a kick-it had started.
“ha darling,lovely darling,good boy,there good boy(strokes his hair)…terror is here now,don’t worry,dear,I won’t hurt you,see” .HE kicked him again.The guy coughed.”Now that was nothing dear…ha well,coooody coooody tell me all you know and we will just take a couple of layers of skin,yummy yummy..”
“I don’t know anything..”
“oh! cut it darling,it doesn’t work with me.This is no movie,I don’t like pretence,get it,GET IT? No no,this isn’t just right is it…hmm…hmm…get this straight,tell me now and you might be in one piece or yummy yummy ,yum yum,twish,i will peel you layer by layer,like cheese..hmmm..ummm…yummy,i love cheese..”
“Ya well i know you will and yes this is no movie.Why don’t you remove these ropes,lets face it shall we”.
“HA,that is brave(kicks him),ya that hell will be too nice,but not now,he he,i would like to that,but if you get away…yum..those creatures out there,will all be my fish,raw fish,fishy fishy fish”.
HE starts beating him up.He first kicks him about 10 times and then lifts him,slaps him left and right and then throwns him on to the wall.Then holds him by the feet.
“Yummy yummy,will you talk darling? Tell me what do you know about him…”
“Y..you…(spits blood on Terrors shirt) ,i am telling you ,I am telling ya,I don’t know,get it I DON”T KNOW!.”
“Haaaa ha,you don’t know.Then how about we make you remember some manners first?Bad boy.You don’t spit on people,no wonder no wonder,DO YOU KNOW THAT HURTS? And i am going to give it back to you,lovely lovely present too,yum yum,blood bloody red blood,nothing like it.”
Terror takes out a knife,and rubs his thumb and index finger over it.
“You know,knifes hurt? It really causes pain,lots and lots of pain.” “I love pain,i love to see it hurt others….” Catches his hair and pulls him up.Being only 5’11 and weighing only 150 pounds,he knew he couldn’t resist,he kicks the floor to ease the pain.”Sttttoooop it you….”,”Filthy filthy,now you going to say bad things about little terror?Bad boy..Mummy,he is a bad boy,i am going to shave him a bit…” He rises him up higher and cuts of his hair,half pulling,very close to the scalp.As he falls down,Terror throws the hair into the guys eyes.”They say,they told me,when i was Kid,He he,ya I was a very bad boy,really really bad boy,that God poked your eyes,if you did something bad..there bad boy,now tell little terror the truth and he will leave you…”.HE places the knife between his eyes moving it over them.” TELL ME WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM! ”
“I don don’t I DON”T KNOW ANYTHING,YOU FOOLS !”
A kick to the face,”You THINK I AM A FOOL?No no,terror is a good boy ,clever very clever,he stole and murdered the cashier when he was 8,they caught him and then beat him,but he was clever,very clever and escaped,good clever boy,very very clever,he killed little Bony boy when he refused to give terror respect,now this junk is bad,bad for health,real bad…yummy terror is going to kill,kiiilllll again”.
“I DON”T KNOW ANYTHING! THAT IS ALL I AM GOING TO SAY!NOW LEAVE YOU ASSOLE!!!WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TERROR? There is nothing terrifying about you”
“really…REALLY..really? hmm….hmmm….”…” Yesterday night…night,all alone in my house,In my little room,I lay I lay heh he he terror was terrified And so and so decided to see how it will be …how it would be give terror to TERROR..I took the knife like this(pulls the knife) placed it on my neck here…here,can you see,(slap) can you see? (places it about an inch from the collar bone),It felt good,yummy yummy good…I thought,he he i thought,terror thought,how lovely it would be to cut…cut his lovely little throat,just like that,just like he did it to all those nameless little worms…Poor creatures,they all shouted….BUT I decided Terror deserves better….So let us strike a DEAL…THE DEVIL ,TERROR THE DEVIL WANTS A WAGER ,ARE YOU READY ANGLE DARLING?ARE YOU READY?ARE YOU?”
“y…yes…anything,for you ,now we are taking TERROR indeed. “HE smiled revealing his well brushed white teeth.
” I don’t like your TEETH,no little terror doesn’t like it all….so,so what does he do..BAD BOY,BAD BOY,BAAAD BOOY!AWWWWW,I HATE THATTT…”,terror punches him on the pace and knocks out a few teeth.
“you look proper now,good ,you look better,you look ,you look…you loook,like ME,WHEN I was small….THEY MESSED ME UP,IT WAS BETTER OF COURSE,but I looked like this..”
“Then why don’t you get a better..”Spits blood on the floor along with a few teeth,” Look at yourself? Come on remove these ropes,REMOVE IT I SAY.”
“GOOD WORM,now wants food,he he,shall we feed the worm terror? Shall we? What shall we give it to chew? Hmm..Hmm….HA that finger ,he has ten like terror,bad boy…bad boooy….NOW …now sstay calm,I will give you food…” moves towards his toe…
TO BE CONTINUED