tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65510388862721823742011-08-24T12:31:35.442+05:30The Rebelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16984411639613978833noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551038886272182374.post-90554525822753107202008-12-28T21:05:00.015+05:302009-03-13T23:09:55.107+05:30

Solemn Note: This post shall henceforth be a eulogy to my cell phone, as no more than five days after I posted this was this very phone stolen right out of my pocket.In its memory, I hereby pledge never to travel by BMTC buses again.Now this is gonna be a long one.I'd been thinking about upgrading from my phone for a while. [from about a month after I got it actually]. And I'd considered several

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If you've had the drink Red Bull, answer this. Have you ever paid for it? ( surveys)How many of you who've had Red Bull have paid for it? A reliable answer should show up above soon.Their way of marketing was enjoyable, yes, but effective? Not very, I'm sure. I wonder if they're still doing that. Have some girls give away free red bull near colleges and in fests... During an economic

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This part of my life, this part that began today, is called Waiting for Weekends.The irony of life so far, for me, was that when you're a student, you have the time and energy to have all the fun you want, but not enough cash reserves at your disposal to sponsor all the different ways of having fun that you can think of. And when you start working, you get the money, but they make you slog so

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Food fights are only the beginning. A theory prophesying a dark future, postulated over lunch tables by a group of researchers with nothing else to do, has arisen. So has a voice, a war cry of a soldier on the winning side. I know. I was part of the "study". I'll be part of the quenching of the rebellion.I'm just surprised this hasn't shown up in The Times of India yet. [more on that later too]

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Why hasn't anyone heard of this bike?Where in the world is the advertising? [Here's one, but it's only on Yamaha's website, not on TV.]The bike's out. It's out with India in mind. It's the perfect performance bike for this country and apart from the P220 and possibly the upcoming fuel injected version of the Apache 160 RTR, it's the only performance bike here. Looking at the bike and the ad, I

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Q: What would Gary Coleman say while reading about Tom Bombadil in Lord of The Rings?A: What'chu Tolkein 'bout JRR?[the following is better heard than read, but still]Q: Have you ever heard of Madam Yudef?A: Of course you haven't. 'coz main dumb, you deaf!Disclaimer [Dis is lamer]: I do not take any responsibility for your brain overloading due to the incredible stupidity of the above "jokes"

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I know I'm late for that, but when am I not late? And I'll be damned if I didn't let the world know how cool my dad is. And what better day to miss doing that (by just two days, mind you) than the day that someone decided to call Father's Day with a whole bunch of people (probably his kids, among others) agreeing with him.Allow me to explain this mood I'm in. Gave an exam today. It didn't go as

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Ok, no, he doesn't. I'll just say that he doesn't suck now.So anyway, Bart n Lisa find this mound with ancient relics [*cough*plotdevice*cough*] which would be their little secret or something.Next Scene:-Lisa: The Mound Builders worshipped turtles as well as badgers, snakes and other animals.Bart: Thank god we've come to our senses and worship a carpenter who lived two thousand years ago.Now,

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So,... I can finally shift into fifth gear while riding on the last stretch before I reach home. No, not because the stretch that was an excuse for a road earlier has been transformed into a smooth, wide, traffic-less road, but because it now just looks like a road with no traffic. It looks tar-black and not mud-yellow/red/whatever, it looks like there's no traffic, but I tell you it's all an

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This is how the French part in the chorus to A Tout Le Monde goes:A tout le mondeA tout les amisJe vous AimeJe dois partirAnd that second line actually sounds like Aa chhule zameen. Of course, you have to be looking for something like this to actually find it. That is why I'll state it right now that it was my sister who spotted it, not me. Either way, we can conclude that French is a funny

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Left.. Left.. Left, Right, Left.Hut, Two, Three, Four, Hut, Two, Three,How I detested any and all of that. I, as a left-brained person, have always needed a logical reason for all my actions. And try as I might, I simply could not find one for marching in step with lots of other drones around an empty grounds every Thursday.But this blog entry is about somethin else. March 2008. It began with a

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How do you wish somebody on a Good Friday?Happy Good Friday? Seems like an obvious first choice, but look at the effect it's having on Wordsworth's grave.Very Good Friday? Getting better. But only grammatically.Merry Good Friday? Nah, I think Christmas has the copyrights for that.Just "Good Friday"? Short and Simple.But it's the equivalent of saying "Saturday!" on a Saturday, "Holy ****!" on Holi

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First of all, the thing - a bike crash. Mine. Jan 15th, 2008. I'm alright; stop worrying. What's that? You say you weren't worrying? Oh, that's okay, I wasn't expecting you to anyway.I(t) went down like this..Was comin home from R.T.Nagar in the evening around 6:30. It was dark but not stormy. Not enough of a cliche? Sorry, but I cant help ya there. I bring you the facts, the truth, even if you

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This is a public awareness message brought to you by me, The Rebel.I wear a helmet with a tinted visor. This means that to protect myself from rain (or sleet or snow or dust or smoke or the various smells encountered in various places), I pull the visor down at the expense of some visibility. What this amounts to during the night, especially while it's raining, is that I cannot always spot you if

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This is actually my current wallpaper.Made by comic artist Tim Buckley of Ctrl Alt Del - a comic strip based on gaming that me and some of my friends have been addicted to... Here for your viewing pleasure. Comic Archive Start at the beginning. Follow the storyline through over a thousand comics. Take your time. It's fun.

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Lets talk about metalheads. There are many varieties of these like True Metalheads, hardcore metalheads, die-hard metalheads, original metalheads, death-metalheads and of course fake metalheads. I belong to a rarely self-proclaimed variety - the humble metalhead.Just like genres and about as useless, most of these varieties are spawns of a hormone called Luvtobragoxine which is found in

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... do as General Dreedle does.*That is why I want this blog to be taken out and shot!Inactivity is a sin, or it should be. And being inactive for almost eight months deserves no more severe a punishment than one given by ol' Dreedley. But since, as Colonel Moodus reminded General Dreedle, we can't shoot just anybody we want, we'll "let the insubordinate son-of-a-b**** go."Normal telecast(?)

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A man walks into a bar.... Ouch!N.B. Lemme know if you don't get it.

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They just arrr!

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Lemme start with a horror story.When i say "lemme", i'm not exactly askin for permission. How i love stating the obvious.Anyway, here it is:On a dark and stormy night,... Ok, i'll cut the cliches.Anyway, here it really is:No electricity for 3 days.{cue simultaneous maniacal laughter- BWUhuHAhaHA, and helpless female scream- um dunno how to spell that one.}N.B. Replace electricity with cable, web

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