Our youth on drugs

Sometime last week, I was walking down a popular residential colony when something smelt not right. Quickly, I realised that it was the smell of marijuana fumes. Some anti-social elements, American citizens of Indian origin were puffing away on lethal drugs. All of them were down on holiday.

World anti-doping agency. Bloody money-making racket.

I think that money spent on dope testing is a waste. A waste of travel money, testing equipment/lab money, office space, stationary, electricity, research etc. etc. And of course, money paid to personal. It is criminal to spend such money on something so useless.

Any substance that exists in this world in either a natural state or fabricated mustn’t be banned. It must be illegal to ban any substance. Governments, agencies etc. who impose such bans must be eliminated.

Legalise doping in sports.

The ongoing debate in India, the One Country, One University thing

Okay. So now there has been talk a’plenty about scrapping all state run Universities, and, instead, subscribing to a centralised National Education Board that’ll conduct Standard X and XII examinations across all states in India. Educationalists, politicians, non-profits and fuck knows who’ have been venting out their three paise  [3] on television channels and newspapers the clock’around.

Neither do I have a solution to this issue, nor do I want to participate in the debate. But then, having had to be slave to the institution [1] and its ways for the first twenty-one years of my life, I have an opinion on how I’d have liked things to be.

“Blog, bugger. Blog. Blog. YA YA YA YA!”

Its been ten weeks or so.

Aishwaria left Himanshu. Aishwaria and Himanshu’d been married for a year and five years. I don’t have the full juice.

Seamus is convinced that he has super powers. Signs of his progressively deteriorating mental health due to all the drugs he has been doing since the past half a decade.

Ronald conned his colleagues into thinking that they’d make more money by selling and servicing air conditioners on their own rather than marketing them for a retailer. His company is now registered.

Duncan bakes the odd duck.

Benjaman’s shifted residence. Ross’s rented one.

I’ve been busy. And there’s been the odd party. Every now and then.

And oh! I discovered a new board game. Card +board game. It is called Sequence. It’s brilliant.

I haven’t read a single blog during this time. Gautam did his birthday. He hired a DJ. Drugs were allowed. Marvel did his birthday too. No drugs though. We played games instead. Dimple celebrates her’s tomorrow. And Vidisha and Natalya thereafter.

FIN

Kill Kill Faster Faster

Lisa Ray has always been in the news more because of her stunning looks and less for her acting talent. While she didn’t go far as an actress in the Hindi film industry, not many know that Lisa has done several nude scenes in a raunchy British thriller, Kill Kill Faster Faster.

Mumbai Mirror, March 28, 2009

Not so good. No further comments.

Not only, but also

Master Jatashankar taught the boys Hindi, in school. Master Jatashankar spoke bad English, to say the least, and often cracked indecent jokes about Lilly, the sexy English teacher, who’d wear her skirts to school, exposing knee to ankle. Jatashankar’d be rude to his students at times, all dialogues in Hindi:

“Yes, second row, second last bench, if you want to laugh, laugh at home, in front of your lowlife mother, and lowlife father, and not in my class.”

Drug abuse, the humble beginnings

Growing up, Geoffery’d not known much, about drugs, except, for the fact, that, drugs, lead to a premature death. Archie comics confirmed, that, life is best, without drugs, Betty, Veronica, sluts, but, saying NO to drugs. Growing up, from infant, to juvenile, Geoffery’d been very sure, that, he’d never do drugs, alcohol or tobacco.

Benjaman, Ross and Duncan’d listen to, Ozzy Osbourne, and Megadeth, since, the immature age, of thirteen. Being among them, Geoffery, the youngest of the three, acquired an education in Heavy Metal Music. Soon, Geoffery’d listen to Rock, and Heavy Metal, only. Techno, and Dance Music’d disgust him. And all through these years, Benjaman, Ross, Duncan, and Geoffery were, convinced, that, never, they’d do any drugs.

I <3 Blogging, the design contest, this, my entry

I remember seeing the announcement, the I <3 thing, on wordpress.com, somewhere. I didn’t bother, at first. I’d think it’d be a design competition, theme designs, themes, for blogs, that’s what the voices in my head’d been telling me. Several weeks later, one Mr. Chirag Chamoli announced, that his design’d been through the priliminary rounds, at infectious.com, and now, elegible for vote. “What’s a blog without the community and comments?”, thought Chirag, the crux of his design.

Requiem for a Dream

5/5

२५ जनुअरी २००९
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“Bugger, he has found a miracle cure for alcoholism!”

“Shaaaks, bugger.. he should take baclofen!”

“What’s that?”