The Threshold of Coolidity

Its amazing how the ability to get thrilled at gifts never goes away! I got the perfect gifts this birthday. An mp3 player, CD's of Shinedown, Pearl Jam, System of a Down, DVD of Stewie Griffin -the Untold Story and more. IF you know me you can imagine the smile on my face when I got 'em all!

Ambrosia is another gift I got on my birthday from Saranga! She drew it for me and I named her Ambrosia coz Amrit means the same as her name, and I am in love with Alessandra Ambrosio (Victoria's Secret supermodel)

Little Story connected to the picture: I took a pic of Ambrosia on Moto and on my birthday was at TSI working on a patent, when Carol and Neil spotted Moto (my motorazr) and wanted to check it out. The first thing they saw when the opened it up was Ambrosia baring herself through moto's screensaver. They don't buy the story of it being a gift, and I think they believe I go around photographing naked women. So BEWARE!
  

A senior of mine from roorkee, Joy, sent my roommate Kashyap some sketches that he made and they are simply mind blowing.

Here is the latest! More at Dominusdemonum's Photos!!

Beer has made awesome cartoons of all of us. You have to check them out! This is me! More at http://bumdrummer.blogspot.com/

Some variables in my life are larger than life, or maybe as large as life.

Unfortunately the variable I hate the most is constant!  

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Headlines: Bangalore or shud I say Bangaluru dropping on the coolidity scale ......
Oh no! Oh no!

I am getting old. I email myself all day with ideas, reminders, inches away from a multiple personality disorder.

Anyways: Just for the Record, a really nice name for an album would be Just For the Record and a really nice name for a band or maybe an instrumental would be Vocal Chords!

Disclaimer: On a scale of 0-10; 10 being the most conservative, if you rate yourself as anything above 0.2 please don't read this post.

Boston Legal is  sometimes the most random show ever with brilliant, crazy moments and one tonite that just stunned us all. Two lawyers posing as FBI agents went with a fake warrant into a church to question a priest. On refusal to allow a search of his office, the girl lawyer tells the guy to take the emergency axe and threaten to hack the door down coz it's made of italian wood and the priest would never allow it. So, the guy swears to count to 3, goes 1-2 and then just before 3 the priest screams out "No! I'll allow..." At this point you think either we are gonna be stunned by how this plan worked or the guy in his excitement is gonna actually hack the door down, but instead this is what Boston Legal gave us: The guy goes through with his swing and the priest raises his hand to stop him and he chops three of the priests fingers off! The fingers fall on the ground and a cat picks one of them in its mouth and runs off! And the craziest thing is that Boston Legal is a comedy not a horror show. Anyways it gave me the chance to say

              PUSSY GOT FINGER!

It gave JD a chance to add

              PUSSY GOT PRIEST FINGER!

On Yahoo Messenger when I use their BUZZ feature (the yahoo conversation box vibrates on your screen) its fun to say that I gave someone a buzz. Makes me feel like I am alcohol which mite just be true coz I am "Amrit - the food of Gods" and we all know that Gods did enjoy liquor.

Haha! I gave the Big G a BUZZ!

I am there for you! (1)

I am there!            (2)

People need each other especially when you love each other. These two lines are important. but they are so different. I am there for you is something someone says when they are far away and can barely do anything for the one they love but they wish they could so they say it. I am there is never said but  the action of helping, comforting screams out I am there when the other person needs to hear it. I wish i could be there for everyone i love, but i cant, I hate saying " I am there for you" and not being able to do a thing. I say that to my parents every day but I can hardly do anything when they need me, I never said it to my cousin, but I was there when he needed my help.  No point in being there for someone, its much better to just be there!

I live in a rather peaceful neighborhood named University Square in Greenbelt, very green, very mellow, very quiet, all in all not really me. My last apartment in Alabama, preston place, was on the strip (surrounded by 30 bars), full of undergrads, when one of us partied, we all partied! University square is quite the opposite. Extracting a hello out of a neighbor is almost as hard as getting a preacher to swear! However, lately our hostile neighborhood has been united in common sentiments. Our trash cans, once scattered over a rather well spread complex have been torn down and accumulated in the visitor parking area, a stones through from my place but a hike from most other buildings in the complex.
The last time I made a trip there, (my second trip so far since we have started decorating our kitchen with trash bags) I met a girl walking back, muttering to herself, "fuck, fuck, why!"  This made me so happy, finally the community is opening up to each other, and "fuck" though not the standard ice breaker will just havta do. We made chit-chat about why Lerner Corp did this to us, and how they should rot in hell etc. And this was the second time some random person in Univ Sq has spoken to me, the first time being the first time I made my way to the trash cans and a gentlemen shared with me how his car smelt of garbage. I vote to throw a trash party in the visitor parking.
So thats the story, everyday I stand in the balcony and see people unknown to each other convene in the garbage area, some drirve up stinking their cars, some use it as exercise burning calories in the humid weather. My roommates and I plan to install a lemonade/water stall as in marathons outside our house to revive the brave warriors who venture to the stench, and also make some money out of a huge disaster (learn from michael moore).
All in all, we needed to be brought together, since these days people's communications skills have evolved into that of a rock, and if we have to be united by garbage why not, lets get friendly and dirty!