Work :-P

Okay its probably because Fairy doesn't like me all that much, or may be that I am cute (I am) that she thought it appropriate to tag me... Like I am 10 year old (only mentally)... So anywho... She is nice to me at times so I work, despite the fact that I don't like working.... Plus this one lets me put up some pictures so yay.....

Now I will just copy the crappy rules from her post... RULES.... RULES... They gotta have rules for everything...

* For the 20 questions that have been asked, write down your honest answer (in a word or two).
* Type your answers, one by one, on an exactly-as-written-on-paper basis, in the search bar of any image search engine that you prefer (Flickr / Google Image Search etc.).
* You MUST use the same search engine for all 20 answers.
* For every answer, only from the FIRST page of the search result, save exactly ONE image.
* Once you have a list of 20 images, each corresponding to one answer, compose a post in line with this post that you are reading right now.

Phew... That was easy... And now the source...Google Image Search... Go ahead test me... Just check if I cheated (which I of course did)

And hey I wont tag anyone...

A. I dont have anyone to tag to...

B. This must end with me... It must die with me....

1. My Age:

Eighteen because of Alice Cooper

2. I am passionate about:

New Wave of British Heavy Metal

3. My favorite place:

Horse Headed Nebula

4. I have a thing for:

Chicks who walk well

5. My comfort zone:

Woodstock 69

6. My favorite animal:

Bitches

7. My kinda art:

Art of War

8. The town where I was brought up:

in shifted

9. The town where I live:

Downtown

10. A past pet:

Just Another Bitch

11. A past love:

Fender Flying V

12. Current love:

Mind Fuck

13. Best Friends Nickname:

Hippie

14. I want:

to break free

15. Screen Name:

Puppet Baby Yeah

16. A Bad Habit:

Being Sane

17. A dream:

To Take over the World

18. First Job:

Genocide

19. I miss:

Sleeping Long Hours

20. What am I doing right now?

Not Having Tea

Phew... Wow... And yes I have absolutely no work today.

Ok Ok fine...

Post Script: I tag...

Ginny, Vamsee, Ans( Heres an opportunity for your first post).. And I guess thats it... Take my advice dont do it... Its a painful exercise....

What the F(J)udge

Firstly... CLAP... CLAP... CLAP.... Yup the series has continued... We have a sequel... Not that very many ppl are reading it nowadays... But that doesnt mean I should stop... I am inviting ppl from a lotta places to read it....



Hmmm... Now... the topic... Judgement... Not Judgement Day the Song by WhiteSnake (DUH!!).... I realised somethin talkin to someone the some other day that by judging one actually ends up as being judged... Yup.... When I judge and I make my judgement aloud I tell ppl about my boundaries... I tell 'em whats cool for me and whats Hippie for me.... So that way people will know what I am made of and hence they can do stuff that really pisses me off.... Soooooooooo... Judge but dont make your judgement public.... Oooooooor... Fake your judgement.... Say crap... Or write (As in my case)....



"You are watching MTV.. The cool brain washing 12 year old younger station, that hides behind a slick image. We are so cool that we decide whats cool. And now MTV news that is single handedly dumbing down our country.. Which is cool.."



-- Adapted from Southpark Episode 404 (Timmy)... TIMMY!!!!

I realised how poor judges adults are.. I mean seriously... Children below 10 years of age are so damn cool... They just dont judge... I mean they do judge but none of it is their own... But a judgement they overheard an adult makin... And with the passage of time they start thinking it as one of their own thought (Please note Not judgement)... Sigh poor kids...



The worse judgement I have seen adults make uptil now.. Since the time I conceived the idea of this post i.e. yesterday evening (Night actually) is about Eddie (Not the fret tapping maestro... DUH!!! This time its Edward the Great... Iron Maiden mascot.... Phew I have to explain everything to you dumbfucks).... I mean they consider him evil and devil and kinda shit... Someone told me he is a blood sucking monster... Yea like fuck.... I mean for Peats sake the poor guy is a vegetarian... I mean just look at his teeth in any God damn pic.... They are all cow teeth... I mean no sharp dentures.... He is just a guy (A freak to be precise) who has just had a bad day and is really pissed off...And would just like to take over the world like all vegetarians, like Adolf boy himself... So stop fucking judging him.... I am sure Dirty Chadha couldnt agree with me more (And if you are reading this... Please comment... We cant let my popularity go down can we??)

:-Puppet's Own::-P
Optimism dies a slow death... Pessimism gets a slow birth... All with the help of realism... Pessimism is a leech (parasite whatever) who lives and sucks on the blood of optimism... As Yossarian would have put it... Very much like Cancers....

Puppet Preaches: The Series : Part 1

Yup.. Talkin to Fairy the other day and being asked to advice on two of her problems, one minor and other major (Ok stop jumping around I will tell you only about the major problem. Her UPS was giving her trouble... I was like what the??? It is pretty serious... How would she ever listen to Alice Cooper without that)... I realised that Puppet could or rather should preach... And here is the humble me and his humble solutions all thanks to you Fairy (i.e. if you are reading this).... Also, the latest fad is Alice Cooper, all thanks to CHOMU and his incredible powers to download incredible songs which are incredibly audible.... So being very predictable I state Schools out for Summer so someone has to save the day.... So Puppet preaches... Lets hope this series survives.... Phew.....



Problem: What to do when on a lazy summer afternoon your mind, on which you have absolutely no control, takes you to the previous crossroads? And then it pops up the question as to how different would have been things if you would have taken the turn instead of driving straight?? Nostalgia and mind starts enjoying a great orgy....

Solution: When faced with such a solution... Use protection...Also I realised one of these two things work incredibly well (Wow I just cant get the word outta my head)... Anywho.... So the point is that I for one was able to experience both of them one after the other... Yup..Incredible(Again predictable)... The things are:

1. Get a nail cutter and cut your toe nails... I would have used it to cut my finger nails as well... (Yea you wish)... All thanks to my incredibly powerful mind and equally incredible teeth that I bit them all... So anywho... It helps you A. In cleaning up overgrown and dirty stuff... B. In getting off with the exra load ....LIGHT.... and C.in not getting hurt... Those things can hurt badly... So wear shoes...

Wow my writing skills are getting worse day by day... Not getting demoralised we move to the next solution..



2. Listen to Walk this Way by AeroSmith followed by Get off my Cloud by Stones... Yup please note that the sequence has to be precisely the same.... You realise the question deeply... Had Steven Tyler not gone to that Stones concert would there have been any Aerosmith at all...ANY .... Or without Sabbath would there have been any Heavy Metal or any Alice Cooper??.... Or the biggest question of them all.... Would any of this... ANY... would have had been possible without The Beatles (Hippie SHit) or even more the King himself???



The answer to all the question comes from these two songs.... And that is NO... Because there was no other way.... There was no turn... You THINK (as unbelivable as it may sound)that there was a turn... I told ya that you were stupid and your mind... Incredibly powerful..... Anywho... All of the crap cut and we have a very messy knife.... The point is eventhough Aerosmith may be called the Stones of the US but still they are the biggest Rock n' Roll band ever produced by US... A feat that Stones couldn get in the Brit Isles... (They have Beatles (Hippie Shit)).. But both of them are like top of the league... Dinosaur Rock they call them.... So the point is do not discriminate... Listen to both Aerosmith and Stones....



Phew... Wow that was one preaching... I will like to call it a discourse.... So anywho... Just for the record... I never had the feeling.... Its just that I needed to write something completly stupid and useless as usual... Or as MadMan would suggest to post some more pictures... That reminds me I need to put them up... So until next time of this series.....\m/

:-Puppet's own:::-P
If you are predictable, then being predictable is of course predictable.... But if you are unpredictable.. Then isnt being always unpredictatble... Predictable??? So you have to balance between being predictable and being unpredictable.... BALANCE

Get Real.... NOT

Realism sucks. It sucks big time. I mean realism isnt even real. Its like more unrealistic and illusional than anything. Realism is also very very pessimistic. No?? Well it is more pessimistic than dream world. Dreams are more optimistic. Its realism that shatters them. All the while.. Totally.. So this way realism is actually the villian. Who just cant see dreams flourish... Jealous bitch....



If only I could have had a dime everytime someone told me to be realistic. No I couldnt have a dime... That would be very "UNrealistic"... They go on like... Be realistic man... Why would anyone wanna give you a dime... Gee man...Get a life... (Why do I sound like Ozzy in my head??? Actually NOT... I said two sentences without using the F* word...)...See it sucks out the life outta every God damn thing... Right GOD..... Now thats realistic.... Suckers.... Everything that glitters isn't gold... Yea like Fuck...Ozzy in the making???? Gee Shucks....

I am not gonna go on, as to what you would expect, into preaching as to how anything that has not been tried doesnt mean it is not possible kinda shit. Because that would be something that you would be expecting me to do. I am pretty unpredictable, get used to the idea... That was so lame btw.... Man it was totally weak.... Anywho...



Its realism that broke up the Beatles.... Hippie Shit.... And Sabbath.... Thats its nature, to destroy... Get unreal man... Get unreal....



And yea Ozzy Osbourne will be knighted... No matter what they or CHOMU says.... OZZY \m/... To be... Sir Ozzy Osbourne.... My Votes for Ozzy... Ozzy for President....Yeah... Dont fucking real me..... OZZY RULZ!!!!!!

CHOMU's Birthday....btw....... YAY...........

GREAT.... Britain

I always thought he (OZZY DUH!!! Btw the mouse in the pic is totally pissed off..), was the last best thing I will hear from the British Isles for a very very VERY long time. I mean rarely can anything beat his biting the head of a live bat, at a live show, in front of live audience... I mean what the fuck??? In front of a LIVE audience... Dude, you are still cool without showing off...Hmmmph.... Here in the pic he does a redo with a poor helpless puppet (I tried and tried for a whole two minutes but couldn't find his biting the head of a bat pic)... Sigh all puppets are helpless at the hands of OZZY... OZZY rocks totally btw..\m/... Beg as you may and as much, to differ, or otherwise but I simply say HuH?? Btw his bitin the head off Kenny totally kicked ass as well..... Although I am not too sure as to why he (Ozzy DUH!!!) keeps biting everyones/everythings head off.... Anywho....



But leaving aside all that I finally found something or rather someone to top OZZY.. Yup meet Nils Olav.. The Brits have done it... They have knighted a penguin... A PENGUIN.. WTF??? So Nils Olav... Oooops sorry for my ignorance... SIR Nils Olav... here in the pics inspects the guard of honour..See how in the second pic he closely and minutely inspects the guards..... Beat that.... Hippies....






Nah... That was totally weak... No matter what... OZZY RULZ... No fucking, guard of honor inspecting, moving his ass like a penguin Sir Nils Fucking Olav can be any where close.... No way...

Black & White

Sleepless nights is an under-estimated thing. Its been a while now.. But it is always them, or rather her... Never hurting me, but always there.. Once in a bath tub, once on a dark, many - a - times walked upon, street, another time eating a friend (Atleast thats what I think he was, cause I wouldn't go out on walks with non- friends, especially if they are guys).. Once took my brother on a ride (I told you CHOMU... Drop the fucking rope.... Nooooooooooooo....)... But always there... Thats my thing I guess.. I always get snakes in my dreams... Always...

Its not that I dream all that often but whenever be the case they are always there... Hisssssing there way, I dont know why???... My Ma thinks that it is because I suffer from atheism, that the GODS have become angry.... HOLY SMOKE...



***************************Thunder***************************

Hope she never reads this... Come on Ma I dont wanna wake up early... Not on weekends... I promise I will never have snakes in my dreams ever again.....

A friend(this is not my claim...the friend thingy...) thinks that its because I was probably a snake charmer in my previous birth.... My thoughts exactly.....

My humble thoughts, makes me think(Ahem??) that there is a certain Miss Fangs who wants her presence to be felt...SNAKE CHARMER....YEAH BABY... So she haunts me and crawls in my dreams... I wonder if she dreams of me too?? In some hole in the ground... Dreaming... Oblivious to the fact that it is raining outside and her hole would be full of water.... WET DREAM....



I tried many a things.... Not that they, the snakes hurt me.... But still what the fuck its my life and my dreams.... So I do because I am.... HuH??


But nothings worked, so far.... I even read Sigmund Freud to change my dreams... But all he could interpret is that it is the rise of my sexual life.... HuH?? What am I?? 13?? What the fuck?? Screw yourself Siggie.. Wow my dreams come 10 years too late... But probably there is no linear time in dream world... For you may think that you dreamt something but are never too sure... Soooooooooo..... Technically... Only technically you don't dream (Ha...So stop thinking that you can control them or that I dont have abs, I showed you the photos didnt I??) but dreams do you... Yeah BABY!!!


But whatever be the case... They (or rather she) come(s).... Enter Fangman (No Fangwoman).....

I only dream in black and white...............

Hobbes said....

Eruption

Statutory Warning: Those with a weak heart, or any heart at all, the content in the post below is not meant for you. Others are welcome to read.

As I woke up in the middle of the night, around 5 a.m. with Eruption playing in my head, an idea popped in my head. The idea was to play and actually listen to Eruption in audio format. So following the idea I enqueued the song, the sole and only song to listen to it in repetition. Sleep was not coming. thats probably because I had already slept for like 8-9 hrs. With such a tired mind and Eruption in the background the following scenes passed before my eyes...



Eddie (not the Iron Maiden mascot, mind you.... but the fret-tapping maestro :-P) walkin in space with his guitar, making love to it. The guitar in turn moaned, gasped and cried-out... Eddie knows his moves...

Me looking at me... My eye sockets all hollow.. Then I have eyes... Now the eye balls are missing... Two planets involved in cosmic sex...

I am in a ship... Space-ship, mind it... Travelling faster than light... The space changing colors while I fizz past.... Planets changing color.... Planets stop to look at me.... The ones in cosmic sex...

A war scene... In a jungle... Lion feeding on one of the soldiers, its mouth painted with blood... BLOOD...BLOOD...

I am back in space... My ship is outta control...

A Samurai and a Ninja exchange blows through their swords... Faster than lightning... Shrink... Shrink...

My ship, about to crash...

My shoe laces are open...

I crash on a planet... I jump out of the ship... On my knees....

The alarm bell rings... Its morning....

Yo-Yo

"If you want to live under water, Michael, you must learn to breathe like a fish."

"How do you feel about that?"

"That we never had a choice. I don't feel good about it, but I won't feel bad. Its our natural destiny, as Teemer might say. Biologically, we are a new species and haven't learned to fit into nature yet. He thinks we are cancers."

The How to Kill Series : The First

Editor's Note: The blog from now on will be totally committed to describing ways to kill people and things. The owner of the blog is not directly responsible for his actions, he is an escapist and will relinquish any such allegations by a mere shrug.

The first section of this unending series is dedicated to the question : How to kill an optimist?

Before we travel deep into the fathomless sea of ways of killing an optimist, the question that should ring in your head, : Is it possible to kill an optimist?

The answer of course is NO. No you cannot kill an optimist. Some of you may say that I have lost my mind, and in due course present lethal ways of killing an optimist. Some of you who belong to the jovial category may try to gag and would suggest something like shooing a bunch of pessimists on our central theme. Ya sure, probably your jokes will have a better effect.

Tell an optimist that you can kill him. And he will give you a smile similar to a mothers who has just heard her baby’s first word. He will simply discard such a claim. He will simply tell you that he believes that he can survive. That he will still be alive. He would say that you can kill the body but not his never say die spirit. His body may not support his unquenchable spirit of optimism, but the fact is that at the end of the day the optimist still lives..

So what should we do now? Run out of business in our very first edition? Come on, don’t let the pessimist in you rise on such an optimistically correct situation. Throw all your worries on me, that’s why I am here for. I promised you a dead optimist and a dead one you shall get.

The trick is, tell the optimist that it is impossible to kill him. And he will simply chuckle and explain you in full theory how you seem to have confused impossible with difficult. He will tell you ways of killing him and will confess that he is dead too. So here you have it. The optimism is dead.

Next edition:: How to kill a How to kill something series.

Intezaar

itani baar samajhaayaa hai is dil ko..
ek baar aur sahii..
ab to use bhii..
agalii chot kaa hi intezaar rahataa hai..

One from "The Line"

There is this burning desire to do something now, I dunno what but something.. I want to run away, dunno where but have to run away.. Away from human influence.. Nobody around.. But I don't think I will last even there.. I would run away from there as well.. Its just this irresistible desire to run away.. To escape everything that is probably working in me.. I hate human faces.. No.. No I love them.. Its just that I need to change them after a while..

Remember a Day

Since I am actually going through the phase in which I do nothing and nothing at all, so I decided to ask myself this question, as to why I cannot stay in this phase forever. I know why I can't, I said. Now I wanted to know from others, about the same.. So with the help of Roger and Syd, I came up with these set of questions:

Q: Why can't we play today?
Why can't we stay that way?
Why can't we reach the sun?
Why can't we blow the years away?


And here are the answers from different living beings..

Slayer a.k.a. Dirty Chadha's response:

Dirty: Because we are all locked up in the prisons of our minds.
Me: And who will rescue us?
Dirty:Haven't you heard Steve Vai? This heart is a prison, bound by chains of gold. Wherein lies the key, god only knows.


Madman's response:

Because Pink Floyd said so. Also because we are all trapped.

Chadha's response:

Because we are engineers. Queen you shall be if you wish, just have to find your king..

TY's response:

Hey listen, I will call you up later, I have to rush to office.

Siddhartha's response:

Because we are humans

Game stopper's response:

Game stopper: U can if thats what u really want... Anythin u ask for is granted... If u jus want it enough.. the sky i'll wrap n put at your feet... do you want it?

Me: I will take my chances.. What should I be expecting?

Game stopper: Its not a chance.. its not a decision.. when u want it so much that u know u have to have it when theres no thinkin jus knowin its yours... when u love somethin beyond yourself.. unconditionally selflessly, when u want it so bad that it transcends the definition of want, nobody has the power to give it to u anymore..its yours by the simple fact that it exists... go take a look at that sky if u can feel it in u n u can feel ur life flowin through it then its not mine to give anymore.... its yours..

Baby Boomer

Baby Boomer: no answers
we could play today, if u wanted to..
we could stay that way, is our choice..
but all we do is blow years away..

Me: sun?

Baby Boomer: sun rulez, actually not as much as the moon..moon simply pwns


I am still awaiting responses from some candidates....will update it later...

Illusions of a realistic empty mind.......what???

Chewing up the nail, till there is none that can be bitten off. Gazing at the smoke from the still-burning....not totally crushed cigarette butt, the irresistible urge to have a sip, of tea and finish it all then and there. Listening to the "Call of the Ktulu", unsure of whether its playing in the head or on the player. Reading about Rajapaksa's crackdown on Tamils in Colombo, without discrimination. Thinking continuously, without fail to think of something. Checking up the mailbox for a new ray of mail. Bearing the disturbance of an irritating voice penetrating the sphere of the "Call of the Ktulu".

Checking the cell-phone, the killer of letters, for a text - message. Watching the pigeon outside my window, doing endless rounds. "Can I be of some help, you seem to be looking for something". Looking at the time at the system, "ah...the sun is shining beautifully". Looking at the cover of "Crime and Punishment", "yes honey i know, i owe you another 100 pages of reading". The source of the irritating voice seems to have been shooed away. "What?? its been just 30 minutes since the last cup of tea......"

Just another day at the office.....

Land, the ardent fool.

Hand in hand they ran over the fields
Land, the ardent fool,
Expects rain with just a cloud in the sky.
The day is bright and blue
The gold fields welcome them.

Land, the ardent fool,
Wishes to bloom flowers
“But you have gold”, said the sky
And thorns that prevail.
“I will write a song for you”, he told her.

The spring is where they will be
For its hot and there is no rain.
Land, the ardent fool,
Gives away all the water
Some to flowers other , to the sky

The wise ghost wished it was alive
Snow is on the land now
Land the ardent fool
Hopes foolishly, endlessly
Rain, rain, rain, it cries.

The Mind's Battle Victory and Me Gaining on the War

A hello - hi friend whose name isn't important: Aur bhai Mr. [my name here] kya haal chaal hain?

Me: Pata nahi

Thats when the cloud lifted yet another layer, and I "noticed" that I actually am the "Indecisive Bastard", as christened by MadMan..... Take this one up yours mind.

Death for Greatness

There may be either of the two things running through your head after you have read the title of this post and the content of the previous one. First(and the most common...haha read thy mind human), this guy has just lost it, he is on the verge of either a suicide or someone is going to kill him. Or(for the over smart ones) that the guy is obsessed with death, deadly obsessed.

Anywho, I neither deny nor accept both the schools of thoughts. But seriously my question is....Is greatness too big for life? Does it take a death to define the greatness. Can we spot greatness in its physical, materialistic form? Does death shoot up your greatness levels?

I know, I know, but naah..... I ain't in a hurry of being great....thanks for the option though.

Why don't you kill me??

Kill me, why don’t you kill me?? Am I not special enough to be killed, murdered. Killing is good and death is bad. The type of death I get will define what I had achieved in life. The worst form of death is the natural one. That means that you were not capable enough, even to find a way to die and nature or existence had to do the job for you. Still worse, of course, is the one by natural disasters/ man made disasters. It defines that nature thought of eliminating a whole bunch of nobody's and well I was one of them.

Suicide is of course far better than any of the above mentioned ways. At least I made sure that I cut nature’s work short and found a way of eliminating my own existence. Still a better category is that if I will be murdered. For I was important enough for someone or my death was, perhaps looked as a way for gaining profit and hence, before nature could get to me, they did. The best and probably the most high class (uptown) and satisfying death would then be assassination. Yes, doesn’t it feel great to hear it from someone that you were assassinated. A great feeling, isn’t it? Yes I would like to be assassinated and am sure most of you out there(whether you agree with me straight away or not) would love to be assassinated if given a choice.

The Deprived Generation..

What does one do with unused energy? A drive but none a driver in sight? They say ours is a deprived generation, with no great wars or no great depression to fight, no great cause or great leader follow. What does the youth of this generation do? The youth needs a direction to go... it needs to die..

Is it the fascination with death or the inability to accept that death is bad? In the absence of all the above mentioned great "causes" the youth's natural energy has gone disarray.. With no great hero to adopt a style or two from, the probability to fall for any mortal with a cap on was inevitable..



Long gone are the greater causes of serving ones mother/father land and lesser mortal of issues like, looking for real love, fighting for one's "space", to set the mind free, have taken center stage. No songs anymore make you realize the worthlessness of realizing, you have to realize it on your own. The "intellectual" ones seek refuge in songs of yesteryears the rest well they are uncharacteristically categorized as humans..No political issues get the same energy as it used to..Getting wasted is understood now..so getting wasted isn't hep as well.. Sex is just a compliment away..that too is no more of an accomplishment.. Money well...really you call that a cause??


No common cause for men/women to unite and fight for.. the deprived generation