Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Resolutions for 2010

9 is my lucky number. So these are my 9 resolutions for the new year. Hope I can stick to them all for some time to come
1. Sleep at least 6 hrs more every day .
2. Spend less time on the internet.
3. Cut down on bills. Spend less.
4. Talk only to people I like. Avoid others.
5. Clean my room once a week.
6. Go home once every month.
7. No more booze only a beer once or twice.
8. Go Running every morning .
9. Start a new habit – Maybe Smoking, NO!!! Fags are GAY ryt ? so why take them in yr mouth

Friday, July 25, 2008

HeadShot - As Above So Below

I download a lot of arbit underground stuff from net and last week i came across this album .
This is some German Band . I transferred the album onto my iPOD and have been listening to it . Lemme tell yu the tracks are kick ass . The riffs are awesome and the vocals are also clean n audible .
The first track Isolation is awesome and once yu listen to tht yu won't regret downloading the whole album .
Not all the tracks are similar . One of the song is a 10 min track with a great guitar solo lasting 'bout 5 mins .
Definetly an album tht yu shd give a try .

Web Link :http://www.headshot-inc.de/news_eng.htm

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Slimy V/s Me

Well I m in a train and this is another one of those boring journeys. As the train passes by the country side , I m losing towers and the net connectivity gets weaker. I got nothing else to do. So I’ve decided to write ‘bout my best buddy Slimy Death.

Slimy was a guy I met 10 years back when my parents moved to some new town. I was 10 years old then . I was in awe of him at the first site. He was handsome, had long hairs and you could tell most girls in the neighborhood couldn’t help but watch him when he was around . I don’t remember his real name it was Saumesh Dutt or something weird but for us he was always Slimy Death, thts wht he was called most of the times.

When I met slimy for the first time, I could see he was some kind of stud . He was wearing this GAP T-shirt , which told me he had some rich relative abroad . He had the “let it go” attitude for everything. He had an imported Kookabura cricket gear which every one of us was jealous of. He was also a good basketball player and he used to tutor us coz we hardly knew the rules. He was definitely a cool kid with whom we mortals wanted to hang out.

But when I started knowing him, I felt his ways were wrong and thinking completely different from mine . On other hand I was a small town guy raised in a middle class family. I studied in small places and went to ordinary schools. I knew the value of hard earned money.

Slimy was also quite crazy in his own ways. As a kid when we were busy playing on his brand new video game , he would sit in the balcony and gaze at stars . We would think whats wrong with him!!!!

Apart from this he had a foul mouth. He would abuse anything ….n everything. He would get into a lots of fist fights. He would beat the shit out of people who messed with him For other kids whom he couldn’t beat, he would tell his brother or some big guy around on them . He would ensure he got his due.

As we were growing up , we started studying together. He could hardly pass his exams on his own but most of the times he outscored me . He would say “No big deal man” .

He had the brains but he never used it . I would be studying hard all night and Slimy would be shouting in my ears “ You , Son of a Bitch , write it down on a piece of paper , Why the fuck are yu wasting yr time with all this Bullshit

I seldom gave in to such temptations . Slimy brought me close to getting busted many a times . Once Slimy abused a smart ass girl in school And the whole world thought it was me .I was like “Come On , Its Slimy whose a foul mouth …. I can’t even speak to a gal let alone abuse her. “ But all this fell on deaf ears and I was grounded . I could never understand then how Slimy could escape all those mischievous things he did at school.

Slimy and me always had different dreams. He wanted to be a rock star, get high and get laid . In his dreams he would wake up every morning and find a different girl on his bed . He never used to work or study.

On the other side, I wanted some safe job which would be enough for me. And considering my geek skills I figured out that being an engineer would be a safe bet for me. Well in spite of Slimy pestering me to learn guitars so that I could be in his band, I never gave up. All I had was thick hard cover books, with numbers and equations. In my dreams I could see Einteins and Newtons , while Slimy would be fucking some blonde chick on a beach.

But this was not going to be the way for long . Finally I tasted success ,I got through JEE and my good old friend Slimy was also too happy for me .The next thing I knew was that even Slimy cleared it with flying colors .

And it made me wonder if all my hard work was worth it. Slimy had this thing. He used to celebrate for just about everything. No wonder he celebrated my success with equal zeal as he would have done for his own.

It was then that I realized Slimy was not such an ass. We were in the same class at college attending moronic lectures. Slimy and me began to come closer than before. I started listening to his philosophical theories which I would never have earlier .I felt his ways of life were not that screwed after all.

As luck would have it, my roomie was just the kind to get along well with Slimy. On the first day when my roommate admitted he smoked, I was very pissed . But a week later when I came inside my room I saw Slimy and him smoking and getting drunk. They were “partying” as they put it. I was pissed at them at first but slowly I started liking Slimy’s way. I wouldn’t oppose to things which I would have done earlier . I was starting to like Slimy for the first time in life.

My life was changing. I resorted to Slimy’s way in everything. I started copying in exams and "getting things done"in any manner. I was tying all the loose ends. Most of the time Slimy and I were partying.

Slimy also influenced my taste of music and literature. I used to listen to crappy songs. Slimy used to laugh at me then. Slimy showed me the world of music. After multiple sessions of getting high, I walked with him through the Rock N Roll hall of fame. He opened my eyes. Now I like most of the stuff Slimy used to listen. Now we started laughing together at the losers who listen to gay music.

Slimy also taught me how to laugh and see the lighter side of everything. I forgot to be sad . My life was transformed into a state of euphoria . Slimy was a hunk who would always remind me what a geek I was. But now we started hanging out .And I became his partner in all the crimes he committed. This was a metamorphosis of sort for me . But I didn’t know if some line would have to be drawn in this transformation of mine. Well why would I want one. Who’s complaining? Live Life King Size that’s what slimy always says .

So be it . Three years went by, Slimy and I became the deepest of pals. I couldn’t imagine a day without him . Sometimes I was left wandering. Am I a fag? What the fuck? Such was Slimy. I couldn’t think of doing something brave without him.

Suddenly Slimy stopped visiting me. He was gone all of a sudden. I went into a state of depression. Melancholy was all around. I had lost my best buddy. The guy who taught me to live life. Wherez he gone?

I din’t have any idea. I checked in the college lists .I went to the small town where we had met for the first time. Asked old friends ‘bout his whereabouts, but nothing helped.

Finally I told all this to my parent and they told me there was no such guy they could remember moving into the neighborhood ten years back. They asked me the nick again. I told them he liked to be called ‘slimydeath’.

My mum was like ,” Hey thts wht some of your friends referred to yu as when they called yu.

How could it be?? I went and looked into a mirror!!!! What had I become ….. why do I have long hairs Why haven’t I shaved for days ? Why is there a light in my pocket?

Whoa!!!! I felt the whole world was spinning around twice as fast.

Was I screwing up with my own mind. Jesus, I got no idea. Who is writing all this? Is this Slimy or Nitesh ? Is writing this blog another one of Slimy’s evil prank to get at me .

Gosh Help me!!!!!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Top 10 Led Zep Songs

Led Zeppelin were Jimmy Page (guitar), Robert Plant (vocals), John Paul Jones (bass guitar, keyboards) and John Bonham (drums).

This is My top 10 led Zep Songs in no particular order .

1. Black Dog

2. Immigrant Song

3. Whole Lotta Love

4. Over the Hills and Far Away

5. Dazed and Confused

6. Kashmir

7. Going to California

8. Achilles Last Stand

9. Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You

10. Ramble On

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Metal Genres

I have no idea as to who exactly wrote the original version of this.This list seems to make regular rounds on the Internet.

This is the situation: there’s a beautiful princess trapped in a castle watched by a dragon. Here’s the end of the story with different styles of metalheads as knights.


The protagonist arrives riding a white unicorn, escapes from the dragon, saves the princess and makes love to her in an enchanted forest.


The protagonist arrives, fights the dragon, saves the princess and fucks her.


The protagonist arrives on a Harley, kills the dragon, drinks a few beers and fucks the princess.


The protagonist arrives with some friends playing accordions, violins, flutes and many more weird instruments, the dragon falls sleep (because of all the dancing). Then they all leave… without the princess.


The protagonist arrives in a ship, kills the dragon with his mighty axe, skins the dragon and eats it, rapes the princess to death, steals her belongings and burns the castle before leaving.


The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon, fucks the princess and kills her, then leaves.


The protagonist arrives at midnight, kills the dragon and impales it in front of the castle. Then he sodomises the princess, and drinks her blood in a ritual before killing her. Then he impales the princess next to the dragon.


The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon and spreads its guts in front of the castle, fucks the princess and kills her. Then he fucks the dead body again, slashes her belly and eats her guts. Then he fucks the carcass for the third time, burns the corpse and fucks it for the last time.


The protagonist arrives, sees the size of the dragon and thinks he could never beat him, then he gets depressed and commits suicide. The dragon eats his body and the princess as dessert. That’s the end of the sad story.


The protagonist arrives with a guitar and plays a solo of 26 minutes. The dragon kills himself out of boredom. The protagonist arrives at the princess’ bedroom, plays another solo with all the techniques and tunes he learned in the last year at the conservatory. The princess escapes looking for the “HEAVY METAL” protagonist.


The protagonist arrives, the dragon laughs at the guy’s appearance and lets him enter. He steals the princess’ make-up and tries to paint the castle in a beautiful pink color.


The protagonist arrives in a run-down Honda Civic and attempts to fight the dragon but he burns to death when his moronic baggy clothes catch fire.


The protagonist arrives, screams something completely undecipherable for about 2 minutes and then leaves.


The protagonist arrives wearing a greasy overcoat, makes obscene gestures towards the dragon and gets escorted out of fairy tale land by security guards.


The protagonists’ mother drives the protagonist and his friends to the castle. He kills the dragon with some awesome armspinning and spinkicking while his friends observing the scene with their arms crossed; then the princess laughes at the protagonists ridiculous hairstyle and the boys leave weeping.


The protagonist hitchhikes to the castle, asks the dragon for some bucks, buys some cans of beer, gets pissed, insults the princess as “monarchist cunt” and “commerce bitch” and leaves the castle in a black maria.


The Protagonist arrives at the castle without any clothes on and grunts loudly for a few minutes. Then he fucks the dragon in every body cavity it has, kills the dragon, fucks the carcass the same way again, grunts loudly again for a few minutes, grabs the princess and fucks her in every body cavity she has, kills her and fucks her in the same way again. Then he piles up the dragon’s and princess’s remains, fucks them in every body cavity they have, grunts loudly and screams senselessly for a few minutes. Then he leaves.


The protagonist arrives in a limo. The dragon lets them in as long as they sign an autograph for its mum who is a big fan. The protagonist leaves with the princess and they get married.


The protagonist arrives along with a cold wind of winter in the middle of the night, frustrates the heck out of the dragon untill it dies of fear and desolation, comes to the princess and discusses how to clean make- ups without inflicting skin irritation.


The protagonist swings his feet and arms about wildly, accidently knocking the dragon out. Then he storms off in anger that someone messed up his dance routine.