Just for tags...gags!!

Its been a long weekend with nothing much to do whatsoever. Thanks to Mr.Saturdayji, Mr. Sundayji and Mr.Mondayji(Oji...Aaj Onam hai ji), I am sitting here looking out for things to keep me busy. Atleast at work, I could have kept myself busy by eating away fellow bloggers' head for breakfast, 10 O clock coffee break, pre-lunch snack time, lunch, post-lunch munch time, 3 O clock tea break, evening snack, the appy fizz time and for dinner. But alas, with this long holiday I am deprived of all such heavenly pleasures. Its been just breakfast, lunch and dinner of the diet food...maane tho...maa ka khana. Anyways...I am not complaining. Once in a while you need to eat tasty food. Now, let me cut the crap and get to the agenda of the blog.

Picked up some questions from a tag. Lets see if I can answer some of them. Seems like time-machine and transport to parallel universe wala science to me. Whatever...Just bringth.

1. Pick out a scar you have , and explain how you got it .
Actually there are quite a few scars on my body. But if I point them out, I would be lost for words in explaining how I got them for I dont remember any of them. Mostly I convince myself that I was born with it. But there is this one scar, which is like this chaapaa that dhobis put on their donkeys to mark that they are the dhobi ka donkeys. Yes...I hereby introduce to you - The "ITScar". Now itscar can be located on the right hand of any vehement computer user. It is a dark brown scar located on the south-west corner of your palm. Yeah yeah...go ahead and look at it. Wow...isnt it a beauty?? So much so, for holding on to the mouse. See...if you dont leave the mouse alone, it will give you such scars.

2. What does your phone look like ?
Dont you think its such a slapstickishly stupid question. A phone looks like a phone, whether its mine or yours. Its doesnt look like a watch or himesh reshamiyya's cap. Anyways, now that the question is asked, it shall be answered. It looks like an i-phone. But its all screensaver ka jaadoo.

3.What is on the walls of your bedroom ?
A coupla calendars, lots of left over paper from the stuck-later torn posters, some spiders lazing in their webs in the corners, lots of childhood graffitis including many spiral targets(god knows why I wrote such stuff), a tennis racquet hanging and a mirror which is like an antique piece.
Oh...I almost forgot. I think the last time these walls were painted were when it still smelt of cement. Some 35 years ago.

4. What is your current desktop picture ?
The photo of a guy wearing a half saffron, half green shirt with a white tie and a chakra in the middle of the tie. And yeah...Thats me in my independence day attire suggested by a friend of mine. Fancy dress jaisa lag raha hai. Well...I shouldnt hoax people like this you know. In reality, its the windows XP ka default green pasteur thats on. But in actually that was the screensaver of hell shown to Bill Gates up after his death. God knows when he came back to haunt us with Vista.

5. Do you believe in gay marriage ?
Nope. I dont. A marriage can never be gay. I mean, have you ever seen a gay couple after some years of marriage. I havent. There is something or the other to crib about. Gay marriage is an illusion that is created before marriage. Ooops...Wait a minute...Am I missing something...Aila...Was it that Gay you were talking about? Extreme misunderstoodings. See...If bhaiji and behanji...ooops...another bhaiji are fine with it, who am I to stop them. Whether I believe it or not.

6. What do you want more than anything right now ?
Water supply. I am sitting here right from morning stinking and spreading stink coz water supply hasnt started yet.

7 . What time were you born ?
Whatever time it was, bohot hi bura samay tha. With just 22 years gone by, duniya mein itna gandh macha diya hai. God knows how long I am going to live. I yam lovin it anyways.
And yeah...Answer to the question. The record says 1:35 PM. The nurse said 1:25PM. I think its 1:30PM. Average always works.

8. Last person who made you cry ?
It was not a person. It was a thing. Called Tie. Ever heard of khushi ki aansoo and dukh ki aansoo pouring down together. One from each eye. It happens to me every monday and tuesday. I'll blog about this later.

9. What is your favorite perfume / cologne ?
I was waiting for this day. 1st september. Axe ka ad aane wala hai. So its Axe all the way.
Btw, I have already seen the uncut version of it in youtube. Phir bhi...TV ka maza hi kuch aur hai. ;)
And yeah, honestly, I like Axe. Not for the smell, but for the name. Sounds good. /Wicked grin/

10. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex ?
Black is beautiful.

11. Do you get scared of the dark ?
Of course not. I love the dark. I like venturing into the dark and exploring the unknown.
And please...if you believed the above, you are being very foolish. Everyone is scared of the dark and so am I!!

12. Do you like pain killers ?
No.
Aise ulte seedhe savalon ke liye one word answer kaafi hai.

13. If you could eat anything right now , what would it be ?
Lots and lots and lots of bhejas. I love bhejas. And I love eating them after frying 'em.
But then, I am not a cannibal. I am just another lousy dumb guy!

Chalo...bus...13 is my favourite number. And I'll stop at this. I dont want paraskavedekatriophobics around here. So long.

Self-Induced Inertia

Sometimes I just wonder how all engineers showcase the same pattern of using a lingo only they can comprehend and relate with. I mean, just have a look at the title! Self-Induced Inertia!
While Inertia is apparently the Newtonic word of yore, Induction can be related to some electrical scientist(At this point in time, I dont recollect anyone's name. Wait a minute... I dont know any darn electrical scientist's name!). Anyways, the point I am trying to slap on me is the fact that I am just another damned lousy engineer who keeps reminding himself the same with every action of his, so much so, titling his first blog.

Talking of Inertia...Fine...lets make it indisposition! Talking of indisposition, I feel sometimes falling sick is a blessing in disguise. Or should I say an evidently boastable blessing. For anything that you have to do, one's sickness can be the best excuse. Right from waking up early in the morning to buy milk to doing the chores of the day, you simply can say that you are sick and you are not able to do this and that. Because, its a very obvious thing that when you are sick you are simply indisposed. You are not in your elements to do anything. Atleast, thats how the world has made itself to believe. And the actions have supplimented the same to the T. It is a similar inertia, I must say, had kept me away from writing. I was simply sick. Sick of writing lame notes, records, readings, assignments, friend's assignments, essays(Oh yeah...I attended a few of them, essay competitions that is) and the numerous diaries that I wrote and tore and tore and wrote and again tore. And it is this sickness I was placing as a reason for me not to be writing. But then time moved on and so did I. Now with the industry I am working in, we are certainly creating huge losses for pen and refill manufacturers. We no longer write. We type. Well, that indeed is the order of the day anyway. So who cares. And I am fine with typing.

Hence I am out of this self-induced inertia. Rather, I am trying to get out of this block that I am in and let go of whatever little or even less crap I have to offer to this wonderful world. And so I have...started to Blog!