of pictures, WORDS and a truckload of bull 'you know what'

Some schmuck had said sometime that 'A picture speaks a 1000 words'. What shit! And bigger schmucks quote this lame line. I was wondering about the truth behind this statement. I am absolutely convinced that I would be able to tell much more about anything in a 1000 words than a picture could ever convey.  

Not that I love words or anything but I always had an affinity for the weaker 'player'. A picture has many inherent advantages over words but words aren't totally useless either. Words when spoken well can create an effect that a picture can't. A simple 'f**k o*f'' is much more effective than a show of the middle finger. In case you stopped to think about this and tend to disagree with me over that, I can only say that you need to improve your swearing. 

In case you are wondering as to why I am talking about pictures and words and lame stuff like that, let me give you the reason.  It is same as the reason as to why 2+3 is equal to 5 (You need to have an IQ greater than 275 to understand my impeccable 'why 2+3 is equal to 5' theory. So, don't be too hard on yourselves).

I am going to make words 'sexier' than pictures if that's the last thing I do. Ok, that seems a little far-fetched even for me. I shall prove that a picture speaks lesser than a 1000 words. 957 or 981 but lesser than 1000.

Let me give you 2 simple words and I challenge you to give me a picture that beats these words. 

'tA dA'

Anyway, whatever.

Tushar, my flatmate has cleaned up his room. The 'GHETTO' doesn't feel like one anymore. I am mentioning this because he promised me a sum of 359 pounds if I did so. 

Crib. Me? Come on.

Hmmmmm...........

I was thinking and I realized that it is extremely difficult for me to continuously publish new posts with my extremely limited vocabulary and even more extremely limited knowledge. Also the fact that I am not too keen on boring everyone with my everyday happenings isn't helping the cause.

But I am not someone who cribs (this is something which certain people refer to as 'sarcasm'). Anyway, I am posting this one 8 days after the previous one, just like I said I would (Quote from my previous post: 'I shall post the next one tomorrow or day after or a few days after that or whenever I feel like it'). And people say I am unreliable. Ha. 

I suppose I am going to talk about the house in this post. I co-habit Flat 6 of the apartment on 525 Finchley Road, London with 3 other beasts (Tushar, Chadha and Gulati) . The address of my college is 527 Finchley Road. It takes us lesser time to get into college than it takes those living in the college hostel itself. Its not something to be proud of or anything. I mentioned this fact for no reason in particular. 

Colonel(Retd.) Raaj  [also known as Mohit Gulati] has come up with cool names for all the rooms. His is called the 'NEST', owing to the fact that this one is relatively small and cozy. All of us are of the opinion that this is the best room in the house. 

Chadha dwells in the 'MADHOUSE'. It is quite disorganized, like the man himself. 

Tushar's room is the 'GHETTO' because of its perennial not-too-tidy appearance. 

And mine is the 'CRIB'. (How ironic?) The b******s like to refer to it as the 'common room' since it is the hangout room for all of them. I hate it when they call it that since I like to think that I have my privacy. [Will I lie to myself to be happy? I suppose I will. My room is not the common room]. 

Anyway, whatever.

Duh

I haven't read any blogs (only losers read blogs) but I suppose those who write them, write about the apparently 'interesting' things happening in their lives. [Interesting to the bloggers themselves and their extremely useless 'close' friends]. Duh!

I would try to avoid that, but I cannot promise. Give me credit for atleast admitting that my life is particularly boring and uninspiring. Or is it? Ha.

In my second post, I am going to talk about the pigeons in London. They are fat and lazy. They are quite arrogant and reckless. When you chase them, they move at a leisurely pace instead of flying. They are quite reluctant to use their wings. I totally adore their behaviour (not the pigeons themselves, since I believe adoring birds is gay). And I totally identify with them. 

My brother observed the same behaviour of pigeons in the US as well and the pigeons in Hyderabad fly away when you so much as tap your feet at a distance of 5 metres. So I was wondering if the fatness and laziness of pigeons could be used as a parameter for measuring the economic prosperity of a country. The fatter and lazier the pigeons the higher could be the prosperity rating of that country. I would name it the 'Figin Index' (A certain chap in my stupid engineering college used to pronounce pigeon as figin). I would get a Nobel Prize for my remarkable  work and in my acceptance speech I would say 'Duh!'.

I just hope I haven't disappointed in my 2nd post. I hope it is atleast as annoying if not more than the first one. I shall post the next one tomorrow or day after or a few days after that or whenever I feel like it.

Anyway, whatever. 

Me to the London pigeons: 'I think you guys rock and all but I have something else to say to you. Aaaiiii, you fat bitches. You are eating up everything in your sights and inflating while your malnutritioned cousins back in India are starving. Have some shame.' 

What else could the title be but tA dA?

It is 3 fuckin 42 on the 14th of April, 2009. I was never one of those losers who stayed up all night and felt cool about it. I am still not that. I have become nocturnal, but I don't feel cool about it. It is just that I am sleeping through out the day and staying up in the night. 

Anyway, I have started this blog to announce (as if anyone is going to read this shit.ha) that I have become a commoner. I always prided myself in not doing stuff that all you guys do: online chatting, writing blogs, uploading pictures online and lame stuff stuff like that. I am systematically doing each one of them and I feel disgusted. But I shall have my redemption. I will go into the details in a later post.

I have heard the song 'Politik' by Coldplay for about the 79th time now and I still don't feel sick of it. Why did I mention this fact? For the same reason that 2+3 is 5.

The self obsessed prick that I am, I suppose I would be talking about myself now(3 I's in one sentence). Is it even legal to do that? 

Hi. My name is Madhu. I am 23. I am doing my dual degree MBA in International Management in ESCP EAP, London and MDI, Gurgaon. ......................

I would kill myself before I give an introduction like that. 

To be brief, I am self centered, egoistic, cynical and highly prejudiced. I have a bad attitude and I like to think that that is cool. 

Anyway, whatever.

tA dA