Scribbles

Someone has rightly said- Scribble down stuff so that you learn to scribble down stuff.

I have no idea what prompted the above personality to make this highly logical statement public. Crap, I say, should be pushed into the furthest depths of our minds.
Anyways- we can, conveniently, leave aside the fact that the mentioned personality is none other royalty than me; and progress to more comfortable issues at hand.
Like- reading this post! Yay! :P

My eyes, though Myopic, stay open and look at the world with curiosity.
My eyes, though covered with 'goggles', look at the various colors of insanity around.
My eyes, though armed with eyelashes and heavy specs, need to close down when dust finds its way into them.
And chemicals in my brain trade places, the Rinkals.. ahem.. the 'wrinkles' in my brain shift around a bit and help form a new memory.
A memory, immortalizing, the action of noble craziness that has passed my nobler eye.

Crazy actions are actions of God. Why?
Because they are not the actions of Satan. :P
Alright.. pushing the crap way behind...

Sparrow Saga:
Our house entertains a family of house sparrows one after another. They are sensible enough to come one by one and that ensures we get no squabbling between sparrow neighbors. One such sparrow found it fit to lay eggs behind the Speaker System. Every night the male sparrow made sure he is out of the house, tucked away in some dark foliage. The female one flew around the house till it was dark inside too.
Maybe this affected her tiny brain or she was just a nasty little creature- but she developed one weird habit. She started offering us her shit.
Now was it with an intention of giving us a gift for our hospitality?
Or was it just her method of cleaning up her nest?
Whatever... she, without fail, picked up a bunch of her droppings from her nest in her BEAK and neatly flew down on our carpet. Then, she actually KEPT the droppings (usually greyish brown, occasionally beige) on our carpet and flew around doing her errands. That cheeky bird KEPT droppings everyday on our carpet. Everyday. Without fail. Now this is some fat-headed activity or what?

Tale of a Genius Builder/Contractor/that bloke who digs up the roads!:
Come monsoon and you can tell it by the cloudy skies.
Come monsoon and you can tell it by the dug-up road outside Kalyan (E) rail-station.
Precisely a year ago, some bird-brained fella (who may be any of the above mentioned royalties) thought it fit to uproot all the trees in a certain plot of land and dig it all up.
This was a week before monsoon.
So when the rains came, the plot of land was prepared to be a BIG pain in the arse.
It was ensured that we'll have a lousy monsoon full of muddy, slushy treks everyday to the station. During the summer, we had a tar road. During monsoon, some d***-heads covered it all with MUD. We said alright, may God pretend to forget them. :P
Now, again in Summer'09, we had a good tar road.
Again- in Monsoon'09, preparations were underway since last two weeks in full gusto! Truckloads of mud was dumped on the suffering tar road.
Yes dear people, they have successfully made sure that the muddy, slushy path will make its presence felt during this monsoon.
What kind of stupidity is this?
Can't they push these whims under the non-existent depths of their non-existent minds?
Maybe the non-existence is the problem... but the heck!
How thick can they get?!

Delta Force (PC Game):
Terrorists are all over the place. They stand on pre-determined spots, NEVER move even if their comrade gets shot in the head. They stand there.. waiting to be killed.
How to kill them?
Very easy. Shoot them wherever you want. In the leg, in the groin or if you want to- in the head. They die with one bullet. Shoot them in the toes, they will die.
Motivation to Die, people.
You are gifted with a (gun) sniper cum semi-auto with a burst option too. You carry two bags of dynamite, 10 grenades. You can still climb up a mountain in no time and can climb a ruddy Pyramid right up to it's tip too! :D
You can kill from a distance of your choice while terrorists just stand there holding their silly rifles. They can't hit you unless you're a few meters away from them. Because they are trained to hit... er, nothing. They can't hit nothing from more than 10 meters away.
Also, you need to take minimum 10 bullets to die, mind you.
And then, even if you are, say, 4 meters away from an enemy, he will just stand there waiting, pointing the gun at you. He gives you time to shoot in his hair. And when you do, he dies.
Challenging game, yes sir.

Counter Strike (Another freakin' game):
The enemy can't wait to kill you. That's about it. :)

'Green Day' Interview on VH1:
What is 'Green Day'? For you dunderheads who got it right- it is a punk rock band. :P
Recently saw the vocalist giving a highly intellectual interview on television. He 'you know' spoke precious little 'you know' other than 'you know' the quoted words but 'you know' whatever he 'you know' spoke was pretty 'you know' good.
All I got is 'you know' they have a 'you know' mountain to climb and they are 'you know' coming out with a brand new 'you know' album! Yay!
It is called 21st Century 'you know' Breakdown.
Yeah mate, I know.
:P

Well fellas, this is it for now.
You keep grinning all around and pass me a couple of Lindts whenever you do or not feel like it.
:)