Stoned 'n' Boozed

Hello everyone!!! So pack your neurons and follow me through some forgettable moments we never got the opportunity to be illumined to. (Yes. I said forgettable). Mr. Laplace doesn't cease to amaze me in every other way possible through the course of free yet unofficially utilised time slots. When was the last time we used his hardcore ultrasonic breathtaking equations to an actual use in real life? Hope we'll see that soon too and have something else to brag our balls off to. Some nice movies and games releasing in near future make me a well behaved approachable simple guy who can do anything just to get the DVDs, still nowhere near self willing girls trying to make their way out of pervs from gods of pornos. Rock is music of the Gods. Building up sane motion takes time. Time for some real bumps for the authenticity that this post is by the same drunk guy. Being Drunk is one of the most unforgettable experiences especially when you try to remember the infinitely wild possibilities of what the hell happened last night in your oneness with goddess of pleasure. There are many types of drunk people. Most interesting ones are the facebook desperates sometimes treated next to spam pervs behaving drunk to everyone they never saw before, diluting all the regulations Mr. Zuck implemented with painstaking efforts. Booze takes you to real heights just in case you developed a taste for it. Thats why its called being high. It can be defined as the state of being one with your true eternal self where you decieve no one being the ideal selfless ethereal tiny speck of the most possessed equation in Almighty's book in the state of perfect esylium inside your deeper conscious randomly crazy realms. In short, being drunk can be compared to being at the highest planes of your wits and can be faked for some fortunate confrontations with the Almighty. Who said Im stoned today? Its nice to talk to yourself once a week just to make sure theres no one more intelligent than both you guys. World is full of dickheads and a wiser option is just talk to your multiple personality disorder friend to unload your heart off to than giving the half conceiving autochivalrous minds a chance to lose attention over it. God knows who understands what I write. Its not about the handwriting here. Everyone has almost the same handwriting on blogs, its the beauty of the encryption left in the empty golden read only memory plates in the right wing brain that decides your fate as a good influence to mass thinking patterns in daily stuff. Fourth post and Im still discussing random topics with no objectives at all. But worthlessness is a good sign for a budding guy with crazy so called wolfpack buddies from hangover parody trying to rhyme his sentences unnecessarily. Humour guys just told me they have to go on maternal leave. So guys going on maternal leave, thats how things work deep down your prized chunk of delicious flesh in the upper part of the body. Create your own box and make the rules, person who modified them the least goes up, rest down. Enough. I just read this post from top above and realised its just as I wanted it to be. What happens in the post, stays in the post, 'cause no one gets it. Im just demoralising keep trying hard until you extract every hidden meaning in almost every sentence of my psyche. Sarcasm is what I must be getting after posting this one. But who cares. Here's a link to some drunk hangover stuff you didn't remember omgf.ac/ts/ds7 . One of my friends got drunk and found himself naked inside (without underwears) in the morning with pants up. Who knows he must be performing rituals needing qualifications such as being internally naked. Guess he misunderstood and is going to regret it up till eternity. Well time's up. Thankyou.

Philosophy Ehh!!

Hi!!! Just the third blog post and Ive started to wonder how do I start it. Im taking it too seriously. Or because I have nothing else to do than just sit on the couch and try fake talking to my cellphone. Both ways do not promise a very long career in writing. You ought to be bird-watchingly concentrated. Now my eagle eye view clad friends got that really fast. Concentration, just to keep the conversation rolling, leads us to one important concept. As we know we are all engineers at heart somewhere, every youth today in India is, we probably prefer amount of substance per litre for the meaning of concentration. But fortunately, what I am talking about is not much different. Its just amount of focus per unit of the job offered at hand. I know I dont need to tell you about the healthy wealthy effects of meditation and how you are in immediate and dire need of my personally autographed yoga DVDs. But seriously there is some gateway of pure energy through meditation which can be accessed if performed accurately. Why the hell would someone invent a lie which would be lucky enough to survive millions of years and amounts to nothing more than a slightly better alternative than facebook by swapping your mood from booty to beauty. I wish I had more concentration than I have now which makes me one of the people who dont really deserve it. Dont ask me how. One of my genius friends was breathtakingly concentrated. He meditated during the classes, the punishments he got to go outside the class, the friendly talks he had and almost any other occassion. On asking how he managed to have so much of it, he told me a secret. Dude, Im not telling you the same but I can tell you one thing. He pretended to meditate by making his mind relax and hibernating all the outer activities of his mind and leaving just the dependable sidekick guy to resume him back when necessary. In simple words, he slept the better part of it. As you can sense, Im not drunk today. Every drunk man uses the same slang to make you believe his next lie. Words are the only carrier in this world which run the world. My words decide what impression you will have about me. And its almost clear. Your parents' words decide you will stay in their house the next moment or your fiance's words decide you will oblige or refuse. The choice is not yours but the indoctrinations and environment of simulations you got from your birth decide your most thought out decisions and twists in life. This philosophy class doesnt seem to end anywhere soon. Bloggers can become professors. They dont expect a reply just talking about their way out of time and the students minding their own business. I have not decided a title for the post yet. Its going to take me half a million hours to get to it. Every post and I hope I better not publish it but some hormone displaced from my testes to the right part of creative management cell of my fluffy swirl of slick brain overrides all the logic and another hazard to the innocent world gets posted to fulfil the greedy and malicious intents of the author. Well, enough is enough *silence* (In remembrance of Ekta Kapoor). Sorry for the mentions. I feel like I must be crucified for her sins. But before I kill her. My roomie finally asked me what the hell Im writing. That means I just wrote a good chunk of text, in quantity. I must leave now. Thankyou.