Weird !! I Am !!!

Making mistakes

2012-01-06T05:43:00.000-08:00

A Bumbling Bum on a Tumbling Tub crashed into history books by reading the map wrong, How lucky!! Inspired, I keep making mistakes and still no chances of being in a history book, looks like have to change my name to Columbus :P

- VJ the Psych:O

Stupid !!!

2011-12-22T02:59:00.000-08:00

Music is wonderful,
Harp is beautiful,
And I am stupid.

Someone told me, World is round,
Others told me, America has been found,
But nobody told me, who am I?

I was a disaster with the Guitar,
Drums drummed for help,
When, I tried searching the key of life.

Tree dropped a coconut on my head,
My friends drowned me in mead,
But stupid was still very me.

Music is wonderful,
Harp is beautiful,
And I am stupid.

She walked past by me,
I followed her,
Like a drunk chipmunk,
I was stupid to think,
It was love.

She saw me,
And said “hello”,
And I like a brainless creature,
Just smiled,
And stupid that I was,
I thought she was in love too.

I went to a person,
Who said he was my friend,
I told him the story of my dreary heart.

Next day, then I followed her again,
Got lost somewhere in her smiling eyes,
I thought I had found; who I am.

Music is wonderful,
Harp is beautiful,
And I am stupid.

She took that turn,
Next to the coffee shop,
There she received,
Roses from him,
And I was stupid,
To think he was my friend.

Some one told me tears are to be cast,
Others told me never to try so fast,
Nobody told them, that I am stupid.

My friends took me to the restaurant,
There a waitress dropped a glass of water on me,
This lady in the skirt seemed to be the gain of my life,
And stupid I was to think it was love again,

I don’t know why, but I kept staring at this mermaid,
I wanted to keep her in the aquarium back at my house,
For stupid was I, to dream again.

Music is wonderful,
Harp is beautiful,
And I am stupid.

Life is Tough !!!!

2011-12-22T02:50:00.000-08:00

Life is tough, Life is tough,
And I made it tougher for me;

When Germans were dropping,
Bombs on my house,
I hid there feeling sacred,
Of those green aliens,

When Vikings were raiding,
My falling castle,
I surprised the village girls,
By my whistles.

Life is tough, Life is tough,
And yes, I made it tougher for me.

When Elvis was busy,
Inventing rock and roll,
I was merrily drinking,
Away to his glory,

When Columbus finally,
Discovered America,
I slept contended,
On discovering laziness.

Life is tough, Life is tough,
People fight through it,
But yes, I made it tougher for me!!

When Armstrong left,
His small footprint on the huge moon,
I left my big finger prints,
On the tiny locks of the robbed bank.

When Einstein thought,
About the good of the world,
I happily used,
His brains to bomb Japan.

When there was work lying to be done,
I sat here typing this poem,

Life is tough
Life is tough
Yes, life is tough,
And I made it tougher for me.

Blogtweet #1

2011-01-27T01:33:00.000-08:00

Happened to look into a mirror. Cursed my hairdresser. It happened again. There seems to be a conspiracy. Suddendly lot of mirrors around me.

Crashed !! Lost approx 150 !!!

2010-06-07T02:13:00.001-07:00

I generally refrain from diving into controversial waters and sarcastic tones, but then after being tempted, I tried it, and the taste of blood stuck and I transformed into a snide-mpire.

You might be just wondering, what is the link between the title and this stupid start to this insensible post, nothing just wanted to assert that the title might make you think I am gonna talk about the recent plane crash but no I am talking about more grave topic, my hard disk crash and loss of 150 GB of data collected over 10 years. So the first para just implies that I might sound insensitive to the people which died in the plane crash and their relatives, but then I am not, though you might assume me to be one.

The worst part is I had a multiple back-ups for the important data in my hard-disk, viz. 2 DVDs, 1 portable hard-disk and a pen drive. I assumed my self to be safe, anyone would do so after taking so many backups, but then the Sire Zeus decided to hurl a bolt down in my direction.

My laptop which was confiscated by my dad, when he caught me playing games in the office (now office has become such a boring place), i retrieved it do some extra curricular work for my college. While the work was being done, I could hear my excitement being reflected in the silent humming of my lappie's hard-disk. But then the lighting bolt struck, boooooooooooooom, the humming stopped and laptop went dead, I in a calm demeanour tried to restart my laptop, then nervously tried to tap various surfaces of laptop in-order to kick start it and then finally in a terrified state started to perform surgery on my laptop, but was unable to save the hard-disk, R.I.P. my favourite hard-disk.

My grey cells over working themselves reminded me of my back-up devices, a smile lit on my face and a cross across my heart, I initiated search for my back up angels, at stake was precious memories, my progress in my games, few business documents and lot of insane stuff that was about to make way in my redundant blog, bringing it back to life.

First target was 2 Back up DVDs. I was not able to locate them in the thousands of CDs that i have piled over the years. I wiped off beads of sweat from my hands, so that I wont damage my precious game disks. After rummaging through my collection for an hour, I couldn't locate the 2 DVDs. Then I consulted the oracle (excel database that i maintain for my disk collection), but to no avail. Suddenly it dawned upon me, If I had taken back up from my laptop, the DVDs should be in the laptop bag - Eureka.

I ran off in the direction of my bag, spotted it, undid the zippers in hurry (of the bag) and managed to find three cracked DVDs viz. 2 backup ones and 1 a recent classic game that I purchased. (Disappointed, definately)

Next target was my portable hard-disk (a store house for movies, TV seasons from west and games), I generally don't use it for taking back-up, but to my surprise, I had a back up in it. Next step was to check the date of back-up, ha ha ha I managed to save 9.5 years of data out of 10 years, any statician would not disagree when I say, "it is an excellent save ratio."

I had to some presentation in my college, so had tagged along the hard-disk with me, the work in the college was completed (success or no success, who cares. Looks like a failed attempt, got no reviews). Had a migrane, due to lack of food, so instead going to some rocking party and later to hangout at a friend's place, left for home. But somewhere in the way, how I dont know, lost my portable hard-disk.

And Mr. Murphy made his presence felt, the virus infected pen-drive, with whatever data, was corrupted, so ending all hopes of data recovery.

Data will build-up, but memories that I thought I had locked in a vault other than my forgetful memory were lost.

Crashed !!!

But now the real fun part kicks in, will call all ole friends, with whom not spoken for ages, catch up with them, will start collecting data, hope to be playing games and crusing along the good ole memories very soon ......... crashes sound fun .....

That Smile :)

2010-03-01T06:28:00.001-08:00

That smile was so infectious;
I was in some sort of a trance,
I couldn’t sense anything else around me.

That smile was so disastrous;
I was somehow bamboozled,
I couldn’t think of anything else.

That smile was so charming;
I was also smiling,
I didn’t care about how stupid I was looking,

That smile was so mischievous;
I had lost control,
It turned me into a puppet of destiny.

Why? I wondered,
My heart did not have walls around it,
My brain had gone into hibernation,
And let my heart run amok.

How? I wondered,
Would I escape the gaze of this deadly smile,
Would ever that beautiful face understand,
My undefined feelings for it.

What? I wondered,
Was my fault to deserve,
This punishment of loving her,
Her - who loved some one else.

Tears in my eyes meant nothing to her,
My silence went unnoticed,
It all seemed like a distant dream,
Her love for me was only a fiction of my heart.

I bound myself with ties of lies,
Assumptions deceived me into a smile,
I happily drugged myself with dreams,
And lived happily ever after with a smile on my face.

Would never be able to colour this poem into the heart I want to, but I am sure that smile would colour up many lives..... cheers to THAT SMILE

The Lazy Photography

2009-05-11T09:25:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-04T10:40:00.000-07:00

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

2007-06-25T09:01:00.000-07:00

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 .....

2007-01-01T11:08:00.000-08:00

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

2006-12-19T11:38:00.000-08:00

‘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

2006-12-19T08:25:00.000-08:00

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)