Paris Hilton : A MOCD (Mass Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

I will start by explaining MOCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is a disease that the boy who couldn't stop washing his hands suffers from, or the person who can't stop running or me who can't stop blogging.

Now MOCD is a Mass OCD, that is a obsessive disorder that almost the whole world suffers from.

I say this because for some reason, 6 billion people across the globe, find images and news related to her in some or the other part of the newspaper that they wake up to.

I don't understand why is it important to them that which party did she attended, when did she suffered from a wardrobe malfunction (this is somewhat still explainable), or which pet she is currently obsessed with, or who is that man she is dating.

Every act of her creates a plethora of actions and reactions, now when her hamburger ad was released (see the pic above, though for me the spoof is much better), I don't understand the need for such a strong reaction, tell me honestly, how many of you haven't seen her already as her parents saw her when she was born, then why this hue and cry.

How does it matter if she wears pink colored socks or blue, she is dumb and she is not even good looking (in case you think she is, do a google image search for 'Angelina Jolie' and you will understand the importance of theory of relativity).

Every time she is awarded a best/worst party animal, best/worst singer, best/worst actor, best/worst hair and so on, it is splashed on the world page, alongside an earthquake of 7.0 intensity in some country sharing almost equal space.
Though i wasn't surprised when she was given the worst dressed award, but it made me wonder that when is generally dressed?

I sincerly pray to GOD, that let this be the last piece of writing ever written abt her, with the possible exception of other prayers like this.
GOD are you listening??

Do tell me if you agree with me or are you already planning to murder me...

Linux vs Microsoft

I am a linux lover and for me Tux (Linux's symbol) is an angel, here are certain quotes and statements that i have collected, created, overheard and read over the past few years, i hope you enjoy them, and do not forget to add your own...


UNIX is an operating system, OS/2 is half an operating system, Windows is a shell, and DOS is a boot partition virus. (Peter Coffin)

What would you rather have to plow a field — two strong oxen or 1,024 chickens? (Seymour Cray)

This is Unix and Netware country, on a quiet night you can hear a windows NT Reboot.

A Windows user spends 1/3 of his life sleeping, 1/3 rebooting and 1/3 waiting.

windows 95 aka crap - 200$
windows 98 aka absolute crap - 400$
linux - priceless
there are somethings money can buy the rest are good.

i knew that all good things in life are free, but never knew that the paid ones are this bad.

Claiming that your operating system is the best in the world because more people use it is like saying McDonalds makes the best food in the world.

DOS Computers manufactured by companies such as IBM, Compaq, Tandy, and millions of others are by far the most popular, with about 70 million machines in use worldwide. Macintosh fans, on the other hand, may note that cockroaches are far more numerous than humans, and that numbers alone do not denote a higher life form. -- New York Times, November 26, 1991

Customer: I'm running Windows '98
Tech: Yes.
Customer: My computer isn't working now.
Tech: Yes, you said that.


Windows 3.1 - The best $89 solitaire game you can buy.


Your mouse has moved. Windows NT must be restarted for the change to take effect. Reboot now? [ OK ]

A stable working windows computer...
nice try, afterall i can't stop you from dreaming

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War of Words

Said it is, that grief can turn a stone into a poet, am I a testimony to that fact?

War of Words

Sitting in the vehicle of logic,
fuelled by audacity, powered by rudeness,
i ended up creating nothing but obstacles
and did everything I could,
to prevent me from reaching the pinnacle.

Wasted my life, my time,
winning fights, while losing battles
breaking the respect cords,
destorying myself, in what I call
the war of words.

No reason, they say
exists to reason it out,
every time in life,
because the end defines the means
and not the other way round.

Retarded I think, I am
emotionally or socially,
i couldn't decide,
the fact that I wrote these line,
allows me to guess i am emotionally fine.

Times there are,
when cursed I feel,
for certain parts of me to exist,
oh! I wish, I had rested them,
or rested myself to peace.

God grant me the tolerance and courage
to tolerate a bit, and change the rest,
but please grant me wisdom enough,
to know the difference.

Learning curve wasn't steep,
time taken was epic,
and yet I am forced to think,
if I have learned it to the brink.

a decade down, i realize,
it ain't no good, to criticize,
and didn't the wise man said himself,
that leave the world, first change yourself.


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Wear your woolens

In this part of the world(Delhi, India) it is winters right now, and with all good things that come along with winter, comes along, free of cost, a new nag. No points for guessing that this post stems from my frustration of my mother nagging me all day long to wear my woolens, and if am already wearing them, I am supposed to add another layer, and the cycle goes on.
Though i understand the genuine concern of my mother, it sometimes just gets too bugging. I know that if I fall ill, i am gonna lose heavily on my studies and work but then i am already taking precautions, am I not.
I bet there will not be a single reader of this post who has not faced this situation at some point of his life or other.
I have no complaints with my mom, but mom, incase you read this, please understand it is just not comfortable to wear 985 layers of woolen clothing.

Life: What is it?

After my post on death, this I guess is a natural followup. Well according to me life is the best gift given to someone by God (ok by nature for atheists). It is simply wonderful, and it is certainly beyond my intellectual and emotional capabilities to understand people, who frequently vomit out sentences like 'my life sucks' or 'oh! My life is so boring' or 'life, what a burden it is'. According me to me your circumstances are nothing but a manifestation of what you are within.

There is so much to do in life, but this doesn't mean that you rush through it. I would like to quote Mohandas Gandhi (considered to be the father of India) " There is more to life than increasing it's pace".

A moment wasted in sulking is a lifetime of joy lost. Am I starting to sound too philosophical, well anyways I would like to round it up by saying that always remember guys, that the end is always good, if it ain't good then it isn't the end.

Keep smiling...

Death: What is it?

I have always wondered what is death? after a lot of thought the only thing i can say for sure is that it is a 'reality'. But a strange one, everyone knows it exists, they know they are going to face it, yet most are afraid of it.
What happens after death, do we live, isn't it possible that the present we are living in is nothing but death from some other world, our present lives may be nothing but after death lives of some world.

Or is it that death is nothing but a biological fact, and we are nothing but bio-mechanical machine, which has to wear to out someday, or are we more than that we a soul.....

i leave it up to you to decide, your comments and views are more than welcomed.

adios,adieu,au_revoir,good-by,cheerio,sayonara 2 life@school

We are creatures of habit aren't we? We always put the same foot forward first, always wear the socks first in one particular foot, and so on...
we have an inherent inertia to change, but is this the only reason that i am feeling sad and lonely as my school life is coming to an end for all practical purposes(read fun) in 10 days.
i joined the institution "The Mother's International School" 4 years ago, and have had the ride of my life for all these years, had 2 groups of ppl for 2years each to be my classmates and more importantly close friends.
It has been an amazing journey full of joy and laughter, punctuated by a bit of sorrows, a few anxious moments outside the principal office, a few sleepless friday nights coz saturday was parent teacher meeting, and thousands of crushes...
the last 4 years have taught me a lot of things, a few important one are, life is fun, the world is not perfect, people aren't as bad as you think they are.

i will stop here abruptly only to continue later, as i have to complete that stupid 100q assignment.