The Lazy Photography

At a certain point, when second's, minute's and hour's hands all try to hide each other from the gaze of unpredictable human, I decided to take up photography seriously.

At another similar kind of certain point somewhere in time, I had even thought of taking up this blog too seriously ;-)

But results are always predictable, a fullstop.

I am too lazy to do anything, tooooooo lazy.

I even tried to combine photography and blog together: http://psicotico.blogspot.com/

My camera now lies quietly in its tomb buried under my clothes in my wardrobe.

My passion to capture moments to cherish later still floats somewhere lost in time.

How we call our selves significant, but get lost somehwere among the seconds, minutes and hours.

Ringing my dormant camera back into use, plastering my thoughts onto this blog is what I am planning to do for now.

Revival Thought

Last Post: 25th June 2007

467 days since the last post. I would like to ratify the fact that I am a procrastinator and the adjective lazy can also be added to it. When I sit on the couch (TV or no TV, casting or no casting), I feel so contented (no more adjectives here, just pure satisfaction).

My ideal brain keeps imagining stuff. (As I have spoken of an ideal mind already, the latter, obvious part has to follow it) This imagination is, but natural, a live broadcast from the boardroom of the great Satan.

But sometimes after lying for hours altogether on the cozy couch, with brain all drained out, I see that famous bulb, invented by Thomas Alva Edison, flash/blink/glow (whatever).

Such Thoughts that get generated, when the legendary blub flash/blink/glow, seem pure work of genius to me (as of now, it is only me). I started this blog with intention of putting such sheer genius in front of an audience. The blog materialized. The genius thoughts (psycho thoughts, just to reinforce the name of the blog) materialized. Some how the audience did not materialized.

I lost the interest and then one more blog was laid to rest. It suddenly became lost in the vast echelons of the wide web which spreads all over the world.

It feels so good to be lazy, but it feels so wonderful to see your thoughts being penned down. So here am I to blog again. Maybe someday an alien realizes the worth of this blog and abducts me for being the most genius human being on earth. And as on that day I will be famous and my blog will be the most visited part of this wide web which is casted over the mind of many human beings of this world.

Some rhyming words put in a form, which can be possibly be termed as poetic:

How lazy can a human be?
There is no limit defined for it,
Even death can bring no end to it,
Some say, so eternal it be.

How Idle can a human be?
Blindly he accepts the saying of some,
Serves devil a full course meal at his home,
He says, so cursed I be.

How cursed can a human be?
Fate is the only star shinning for him,
Effort is the bad habit not to be adopted,
Some say, so lazy he be.

Hope to keep this blog afloat for at least some decades ;)

When a thought conjures in a Fogged Mind

Fogged mind is nothing but a confused day in one's life. Thought is nothing but a process that fulfills the purpose of one being a human being.

One when these two events combine together, results can have an adverse effect on one's health or some thing like Gravitation can be discovered.

These both are different phenomenon altogether, one represents the notoriety of stress and other represents the consummate mind power of one.

A small line differentiate bewteen these two events, this line can be termed as passion. If you are passionate about what you are doing, your mind will always be fogged with visions of glorious future and will yield stuff that will only benefit people around you and yourself too.

If there is no passion in you about anything, then life around you will be burden, you always wish to run away from people, responsibilities and the most importantly from yourself. You have a fogged mind, and with such fog aorund, accidents are prone to happen.

Life is full of choices, what choice you make, defines your life.

Happy New Year .....

Wishing everyone happy new year, and some words that I read somewhere…

The New Year is set before us like an unwritten volume --- all its pages blank ……
Let us write upon each day’s page things that at the end of year we will look upon rejoicing rather than regret…

a Random thOught

‘LOVE is in the air’

But what happens when it changes to …

‘LOVE is in the body’


Sometime back Someone’s slender intestine fell in love with his testicle, so passionate was intestine’s love that it even had repercussions on the man lugging those intestines, he could feel the love in his body and wonders did it to him, he too wanted to fall in love so deep, that he naturally did try finding some being which might agree to be his object of desire.

While with time constantly moving, the passion of intestine increased and he so desperately tried hard to kiss the testicle, he was ready to overcome any hurdle before him, but before he could cross the final hurdle, as luck would have it, a heartless mean green looking man appeared on the scene, with aid of his sterilized iron men, he installed a barrier so powerful, which could not be broken by even the strongest of all intestines.(The “super intestine”) So again with this omnipresent time coming into picture, passion decreased and finally subdued. And again, the man having this mood changing intestine started to feel the effect, the spirit for the quest had died and ‘Love in the body’ had vanished…….


But he embarked upon a new noble quest worthy of being turned into a ballad, the quest which would test each and every fiber in him, the quest of finding a job………..

First ThOught

Generally man is a social animal, generally would not be a right word to use here, as it has been known from the ages of monkeys that man’s progress is based on his being a social animal (No I am not being gender biased, as the fair sex might be thinking over here, its just that all the history notes I have read, again I goofed up, not all history notes, but yes most of the history I have read, have always expressed the life of the prehistoric man with reference to man, so please excuse me as my grey cells have stuck to that notion now). So being a social animal, there arises a need of communicating with other animals or showing some kind of emotion (from the plethora range we have) towards other animals, one can definitely replace need with necessity, so from ages man have found ways to communicate with other man yes even woman (its difficult to exclude fair sex from coming into picture here, cause again my grey cells have a notion that whenever you want to communicate with a woman you surely need to find some unique ways).

So man started his journey with some weird movements of hands and other organic organs with his other manly acquaintances, while yes you cant count out the ‘giving a part of his hunt’ to woman as a gesture to communicate with her. (Its no wonder why women loves gifts and make man go bankrupt purchasing them, they still haven’t evolved in sense of communication) So proceeding with the journey of man in his quest to be a social animal of superior kind, better of then the other social animals which were also called as called ‘man’.

For this man begin to develop a specialized gibberish (to the other man’s herd) to communicate within his herd. So man as a social animal got divided into many sub sections or sub classifications of social animals. The creation of this classification is again a big topic upon which one can churn his/her grey cells at his/her leisure (I told you I am not gender biased).

The first famous gibberish to come into existence was German (You all will be wondering why German or how German and some of you even might be sure that it was not German, so let me have the pleasure to shake your beliefs). A man when tries to proclaim the throne of superiority, he ventures into a well familiar field of defaming the other man, so when all the herds were in the race to get the patent for ‘social animal’ to earn their stripes they very well tried to ridicule the gibberish of other herd by saying “Its all German to me”, thus bringing into light that German was the first language. The German herd thus had itself crowned the king of social animals, but eventually other gibberish stuff overtook it when time also jumped into the race of superiors. With this event the growth of communication shifted to a totally new dimension, and grew to heights. This height reached is everyday proved to be only a childish thought, and rightly so as height is being redefined everyday and this height has only contributed to increasing the distance between the social animals called ‘man’.

Though primitive, but the communication was lot effective then it is today, emotions could be felt or could be touched by a thing called heart, which today is lost into annals of medical dictionaries and its physical existence is in the list of endangered species. Today’s communication is no more about emotions, it’s just plainly and simply about ‘smileys’ and ‘a science which converts sound into electric current’.

I too am a social animal but regretfully some how got drifted away from this race of superiority which has just reached the level of ‘proper noun’ from that of a ‘collective noun’. My grey cells being adamant refuse to get back into race of individualistic superiority thus rendering me to be a worthless animal in this German world. Trying to bridge the gap of communication between myself and other esteemed social animals, I establish this one more blog, that expands the range of PSIcotiCO blogs…………….

(Warning: Read it at your own risk) (Apologies: I should have posted this warning at the beginning of the blog)