Offbeat Is My Middle Name

Greetings.

I have always tended to swim against the strong currents of societal and demographic trends. Everything I do, I do it for me. I have never taken tuitions in my entire life..except if you take into account IIT coaching, where I merely came, saw, and got clobbered in the tender heinie. I solve mathematical problems orally. Yes, even in exams. No, not the BOARDS, what am I, stupid??

I once solved enough questions to get into one of the coveted thrones of Vidya Mandir Classes. I didn't explain the solutions, I just wrote the answer. I didn't even get a correspondence course offer. In reply, I offered a very polite middle finger.

My taste in music has always baffled my peers...and perhaps now that they are catching up( and that I, being in a situation not conducive to progressive taste in music, am stagnating)..I still have to stifle guffaws...except for a few buddies whose taste I agree with.
I'm usually not one for display of personal choice, but my favourites are listed below :

1. System Of a Down....no question.Top spot. Undisputed.

2. Them Crooked Vultures

3. well, the ranking of the rest is disputed in my own mangled brain, so I will simply state them.


White Stripes, Foo fighters, Oasis, Porcupine Tree, Led Zeppelin, The Raconteurs, Daler Mehndi, Baba Sehgal etc.

I don't usually practice Hero worship...but here are a couple of people I just can't help admiring for their eccentricity and talent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bAN7Ts0xBo

Annnnd. I learnt the guitar all by myself. From the internet.My mom refused to send me to classes since she though I would, as usual, discontinue in the middle of the course.....I just convinced her to buy me the guitar...and the rest, I took care of it. The tragedy is that I no longer have a guitar. I fuckin' broke it. So, now that I can't afford a good one, and since I don't want to waste cash on a not-so-good one, I'm gonna build one for myself. Wish me luck.


This is ALcoholic Toddler signing off.



I'm leaving a little hint for my next post : Constipation Blues.
Amen to that.

Life at School part ..(you're still counting??)

Hell. O.
College has been keeping me busy.
Not.
It was the damn gymnasium...working out can be very injurious to health, contrary to popular belief. It can also build up a stickman's frame, as I learnt. But for personal reasons, I had to stop. I was getting too sexy for my shirt.

Anyway, back to me school life.
After discovering that my grades were far from sufficient, I did what I do often - I told myself and others that I would work hard this time and top the class. And I got a wheezing-with-laughter audience to this proclamation.Like always.
And I went ahead and made a grave error of judgment, sans alcohol....(It's funny how I make the worst of decisions while i'm NOT under the influence)..I took a crush seriously.
As you figured, it destroyed my life. Well, part of it, though I would realize it much later.
Lesson learnt: Never fall in love...or atleast, never stop drinking.

Most of the year passed by uneventfully. I went about being an awesome footballer, befriended a genius who er....admired me for reasons unfathomable(besides the obvious). I was always picked to play against my own class during PE by that very boy genius...and I was the only one he picked. ah...the good old days, when I was never playing second fiddle to anyone....
And yeah, no crotch kickings, but another bout of attempted strangulating took place. As usual, I was at the receiving end. And a very smelly middle finger was thrusted in front of my face as he did it, which made me kinda worried about where he had thrust it previously. The good old days....sigh

I developed jaundice halfway through the year. That was a long, long time of being very,very sick. I was bedridden and my daily routine consisted of eating, pooping and sleeping. Not necessarily in that order.
I got to laze around a lot, though...i listened to music all day..watched Pokemon once, and never again.(seriously, how dumb do people get?)
Meanwhile, my jaundice was rising to fatally dangerous levels. My only reaction to this was - Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
When I recovered, I became the stickman that people know me by today...
I really have to poop. Ciao