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Perception of Inception

Lets see where this train takes me, I mean the train of thought.

I watched a movie INCEPTION, and I watched it twice within a week. I liked the concept. Planting an idea into the subconcious of an individual. But, that requires a team. An architect to build the dream world. An impersonator. A manager, a guy who can manage the mission and research the background of the target. A chemical expert for sedating the team etc etc.

The main requirement is that experimential machine. Then every team member has to have his/her own TOTEM, an object whose behavior helps you identify if your in a dream or reality.

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TOTEM
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Also, the members require a KICK to snap out of the dream, a sense of falling, which has to be planned and timed.

Ofcourse, then the dream is not just a dream, there are multiple levels of dreams. Then there’s a state of LIMBO, when a person dies in the dream. Getting in and out of limbos.

Cobb went through all that trouble, just to implant an idea in Fischer’s mind. If you ask me, instead of going through all that trouble, I would have rather borrowed the standard issue NEURALIZER from AGENT K.


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Neuralyzer
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Now, do not ask me, where did agent K come from. If you can go four levels deep into someone’s dream, then you sure can reach the MIB(Men In Black) headquarters.

Flash it on Fischer, implant the idea. Period.
No multiple dream levels, no limbo.

To end this convo I have a message for Mr.Cobb
“Dokyaat Jau Nako Re . . .”

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Be Positive?

AIDS!! A name feared socially, scientifically and in every other all(e)y.
You know the saying “Always Be Positive”. This is the one thing that no one would want to be positive with.

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AIDS

AIDS is a problem. Normally, people are screwed if they have a problem. But, in this case, people have a problem because they were screwed.
😉

I heard about AIDS at a very early stage in my life(do not get any wrong ideas, read further). When I was kid, there were a lot of commercials floating around, creating awareness about it. The one that I remember shows
Shabana Azmi hugging a little girl on a hospital bed. But, the idea wasn’t clear as I was too young to understand it all. The idea was gradually cleared with age which led to different perceptions of it at every stage. They are as follows:

->When I first saw the commercial, I thought, OK, she is a little girl. Her face looks pale, but other than that, she is not crying in pain, doesn’t seem to have a running nose or cough and she is hugged by a movie actress on TV. Cool, this is a win win situation. I’d rather have AIDS than cough and cold.

->After a while, after I got a little more knowledge about what AIDS is? Another thought came to my mind. Was that little girl, a victim of a paedophile with AIDS?
Later, I came to know that the commercial was about the little girl getting it from her mother before she was conceived.

->There was still one more thought, before I was 100% clear about it. In all the AIDS commercials, they always said, “The main cause is DOING IT with multiple people, so be loyal to your partner”. That made me think, if this is the main cause, then how the hell does polygamy still prevail among different cultures around the world? Why did it not cease to exist?
Why did the Kings and Queens not get AIDS.
Such a long train of thoughts lead by a wrong notion, that the HIV virus is created in the human body, when a person DOES IT with multiple people.
Then, I came to know a fact that AIDS is passed from one horny generation to another like a legacy.
Now that you know about AIDS, always BE POSITIVE in life and I mean it in a good way. 😉

PS:- Do not waste your time in thinking, “How the hell did he end up writing about AIDS?”. My blog has a “Random Convo” section. I think about a lot of random shit, at RANDOM.

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Random Convo 2

Hi, I was thinking of a phrase. Actually, two different phrases with the same meaning. Actually, they’re the same phrase used differently in Hindi and Marathi.
It goes like this:

Hindi:
“Ek teer se do nishane/shikaar”

I don’t exactly remember if its “nishane” or “shikaar”.

Marathi:
“Eka dagdaat don pakshi”.

See, in case of the Hindi phrase, it talks about Archery or Hunting. OK both these activities are considered as a sport. But did u read the Marathi version of the phrase.I’ve never heard of a sport where u hunt birds with “STONES”,I don’t know if you have. Yeah, kids sometimes do it using catapults, but they are KIDS.
I don’t know what we Marathi people have against birds, I mean “pakshyaani tumcha kay ghoda maarlay”. OK, if by birds you mean pigeons then I’ll support this sport.
Why? you ask.
BECAUSE I HATE PIGEONS!! X( THAT’S WHY.
And all you “Maine Pyar Kiya”/Salman Khan fans, don’t give me the reason of it being a romantic bird. That bird wouldn’t have been romantic had it pooped on Salman before delivering the message. But wait even in the movie the bird has been shown as romantic but actually it is not. I bet, they censored the part where the wicked bird kept crashing into the window shades of salman’s house breaking the shade. Also, they did not show you, how mad salman got when that pigeon pooped on his car and ruined the paint. In fact, the news that salman was drunk and had run over some people sleeping on the footpath with his car was a cover up. Because he’d look stupid if they said Salman was perfectly sober and tried to run over a pigeon on the footpath and accidentally ran over the people sleeping there. And I think same thing happened with salman’s driver recently. See, how many lives this bird has ruined.
OK, now as far as other birds are concerned, I have no problem with them. In fact, I feed crows, sparrows and other birds, but not pigeons.

OK I am done talking now its your turn. Remember, Your in the “Random Convo” section. Tell of your thoughts about this stupid conversation via replies. 😉

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Random Convo 1

I feel like people are giving me weird looks. Like they’re staring at me. I am only able to see pairs of eyes in the crowd. But. . . the only thing weird about me is, that I am standing directly below the fan but still sweating way more than anybody in my sight. May be that’s a reason enough for a stare. I hate the amount of sweat my body lets out. Feels like I am a leaky sweat bag. I’ve wiped so much sweat off my face that my handkerchief is soaked in it to a level that if I give a twist to it, it’ll bleed my sweat. I sweat so much, that sometimes I think I’ll sweat into non-existence. I have even found small drops of sweat on my forehead after hours in an air conditioned environment. Come to think of it, if they could convert my sweat to usable water a lot of water shortage problems could be solved.

PS-This is a humor 😉

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A Cut Above. . . Err Below

It was just another noisy evening. The school had just left, so there were children wearing school uniforms (checkered red color) all over the place. It must seem like an army of ants from above. Some walking home, some boarding the school bus, some had their parents waiting for them. I was standing outside my school near my auto-rickshaw (I used to travel to school in an assigned auto-rickshaw of Manish Uncle), waiting for other schoolmates who used to travel with me from the same medium.

Just then, suddenly I felt a hard slap on my back. When I turned around, I saw a classmate of mine(lets call him Abhi, not his real name) was running away. My temper shot up high and ran after him. In the process I tripped over something and fell on the ground. Abhi had got away, laying there I was cribbing about the fact that I couldn’t catch him, when suddenly someone came and picked me up. As soon as I was picked up, I looked down at my ankle to find a cut in my flesh. My right boot was filled with my blood(it was raining season and I was wearing those shoes without less, also I wasn’t wearing any socks). Looking at that I started crying(what do you expect? I was a kid). I had not exactly tripped, there was a partially cracked sewage lid made of tin. It was rusted. So when I stepped on it, it broke open and I tripped. As I was running, due to the forward push my right ankle was partially slit by the rusted tin.

Sewage Lid

This is the kind of sewage lid I am talking about. Only the one I tripped on was thinner, cracked and rusted

Then Manish uncle rushed in tied his handkerchief around my shin to reduce the blood flow. He took me inside the school expecting for help, but to his disappointment the school staff declined to help, saying the accident occurred outside school premises. Then Manish uncle rushed to the nearby hospital. All this while he was carrying me around and I was crying at a noticeable volume. Then a guy living in my building(Peeush) was sent to inform my mother of the event.

After a while mom came to hospital. She was in tears as well looking at me and my injury. It took a good seven stitches to zip the cut in my right ankle, which showed a slight glimpse of my bone from within. But, apocalypse occurred before the stitching process. A eleven year boy was injected with an anesthetic needle, just beside the split in his ankle. I screamed to the top of my voice while mom and a nurse held me in place. The stitching was done in front of my eyes, while I was sitting upright. Although, I was given anesthesia, I could still feel the needle poking into my skin, the thread running through the hole poked by the needle, only I did not feel pain this time. It may sound stupid, but I actually enjoyed this. Later, my leg was bandaged and I went home.

The school did not feel my presence for a good two moths after this event. I heard from someone that Abhi had got a good pasting from our teacher during my absence. On my return, I saw the tin sewage lid replaced by a three inch thick cement lid.

After those two months, I remember myself bragging to friends about the seven stitches, showing the mark on my ankle.

The Stitch Mark

The Stitch mark is shown with a red circle around it.

Its during the stitching process that a thought was running through my mind. I said to myself, “Some day you will laugh about it”. And quit frankly, I do. Even while writing this experience I was laughing about all that happened that day.

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A Building of Memories

I left the building long ago, I moved to another place not very far. This year saw the building being taken down. When I found out about it, I went to take a look. Now only half of it stands. Its name was GEMINI.

As I looked at the debris, all my childhood memories flashed before my eyes.

The place where My building stood, a tin wall covers it

The place where My building stood, a tin wall covers the place

 

My Building, Only Half of which still stands

My Building, Only Half of which still stands

This is where I grew up. My little sister opened her eyes here. This is where I made my first best friend, that is after I fought with him. Its been like that with me from the beginning. I have a few friends whom I can call my best friends(FOUR to be specific) and I started with a fight with all of them.

This is where I learnt to ride a bicycle and also fell from one and bruised my leg. I remember to have plucked a ripe guava(peru as we call it) and shared it with a friend of mine. Here is where with two of my friends, I actually bought down a coconut from the tree(of course, the tree was not much in height) and all three of us broke open and enjoyed that coconut. Remember all the games we used to play and sometimes just roam around in search (of nothing) like we were some explorers. How my friend use to call out my name in a funny rhythmic way if I had not yet come to play. Behind the last wing of our building there was no obstruction for a long distance, so a cool breeze always blew through that part of the building.It felt like heaven. May be the adults did not like the above mentioned fact that they built a society office to obstruct the cool breeze. But thankfully that did not happen till I left.

There’s a garden behind my building, which is older than myself. Obviously, it has a lot of trees. And there is a circular structure made of stone in the middle, raised from the ground and its height increases gradually. There is a slide, two swings and a see-saw. Also there was this one strange thing, a sort of a house kind of structure which stood there for as long as I have known. The garden had a huge silver gate for an entrance. But, since it shared two walls with my building as its boundaries, we kids seldom used the gate. We used to climb over the common walls. While playing in the garden, we kids had a knack for doing some stupid stuff(we were kids!). On the swings, we used to swing hard and once caught enough speed, we used to jump of the swing. Then we used to ride the swing while standing on it. Then there was something known as double seat-two kids on the same swing at the same time, one kid is seated and the other standing behind. Then instead of sliding down the slide we used to walk down it, we used to climb up from the sliding end. On the see-saw, three kids held it down from one end while the fourth used to climb the other end. Once my sister was on the swing with a double seat and she fell off. She was not bleeding but was partially unconscious and I was in tears. I rushed her home. That was first time in life I experienced what it feels when your loved ones are hurt. There was this one time, when me and my sister went to the garden. It was afternoon there was no one in the garden except two horses grazing and there were small green balls of horse shit here and there. We tried to go near them out of curiosity. But we ran and climbed one of walls when they started walking towards us. We jumped a common wall and went back to our building. Guess the horses did not wish to hurt us, just drive us off. A lot has changed now, a big stage like structure stands in place of the weird house I mentioned, the circle is gone, so is the silver gate and the entrance wall. But I see, no one has still disturbed the common walls. The place seemed so huge when I was a kid.

One of the common walls

One of the common walls which we kids used to jump over . . .

 

The Garden which has changed a lot

The weird house, The circular structure, The swing, The slide. All is gone!!

The building had four wings. So the bachcha party was huge. Festivals were a free pass for us kids to enjoy and create chaos. I can still remember Holi, Diwali, Navratri, even Kaujaagiri. All the bachcha party used to have a great time.

The Building stood tall for more then 21 years and now its gone! But the memories still stand tall in my mind, they form A BUILDING OF MEMORIES.

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IMR mobile theme for Symbian S60v3 240×320(unofficial)

Supported Phones:

Nokia E65, Nokia N93i, Nokia E50, Nokia N93, Nokia N73, Nokia N92, Nokia N71, Nokia 6124 classic, Nokia E66, Nokia N82, Nokia E51, Nokia N95-3 NAM, Nokia N81, Nokia N81 8GB, Nokia 6120 classic, Nokia 6120 classic, Nokia N95 8GB, Nokia 6121 classic, Nokia 5700 XpressMusic, Nokia 6110 Navigator, Nokia N76, Nokia 6290, Nokia N95, Nokia X5-00, Nokia C5-01, Nokia 6788i, Nokia C5-00, Nokia 6788, Nokia 6700 slide, Nokia 6730 classic, Nokia E52, Nokia N86 8MP, Nokia E55, Nokia 5730 XpressMusic, Nokia 6720 classic

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Enjoy!! {:^)

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I Write Like . . .

I write like
Edgar Allan Poe

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

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Once Upon A “TIME”

No, don’t go by the title, this is not a fairy tale.

I am here to ask you have you ever walked( straight or sideways), climbed someplace ?
Wonder why am asking you this ?
Instead here’s something to think about. When you walked straight you covered some LENGTH, when you walked sideways you covered some BREADTH, when you climbed you covered some HEIGHT. Whats common between the boring statements above. LENGTH, BREADTH and HEIGHT, they are all dimensions, but then so is TIME. You have traveled all 3 dimensions(i.e. 3D), but can you travel in the 4th(i.e.TIME).
Ask yourself can you or you already are?
In fact you don’t travel in 3D as much as you travel in the 4th dimension. When you say “Time passes by”, does it really pass. No. You are moving into time in a forward only direction at a constant speed.
Now the question arises, can you alter your direction and speed in the 4th dimension?
This is termed as “TIME TRAVEL”. Just think what would it be like to time travel.
You could go back in the past and rectify your mistakes. Change a little something that could ease your history class. Go back and take a few pics of the dinosaurs for that science project of yours. Go to the future to meet your future self.

Now for some complications.
What if something happens to you in the past and you die, you’ll be dead before you are born, don’t mean to scare you, but its true {8^O .
Now come back to reality, a certain study says that in our universe one cannot go back to the past. I can elaborate on this study, but we’ll have to get into Astronomical Physics.
As of now, Time travel is a part of science fiction, But one of my favourite concepts.

Now lets look at the comic side of it.
If I go 1 day into future and buy something and bring it back to my time then I can say “I bought it Tomorrow”. Does this statement make sense to you? To me it does and if you understand the TIME concept, it will make sense to you too. Till then enjoy the INDUCED CONFUSION.
{B^)€=;

Are you among those people who did not understand what I explained above. Try the video below for better understanding

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3 (Wheeled) Idiots.

Living in and near Mumbai your sure to see these idiots – The Rickshaw-walas.
To start with, Rickshaw-walas are the most dangerous thing 4 traffic, after reckless drivers.
Standard vehicles are either 2 wheelers or 4 wheelers and so is the driver’s mindset. But, Rickshaws being 3 wheeler vehicles, the driver’s mindset too is the same. They’re either too smart or too stupid and in both ways dangerous.

I’ll tell you an instance from my own experience. I was on my scooter, going to the railway station. There was a traffic jam, the reason for which, was a Rickshaw-wala, who found it convenient to count his money after alighting his passengers in between traffic. Then it was found that all this traffic blocking was purposely done to keep his number in the line.

And this is just the start of the list of traffic disturbing habits of Rickshaw-walas.
Where I come from, finding a Rickshaw, with its turn lights working and being used is a very rare sight, I mean 18 years and I haven’t seen one. Instead, they wave out their hands, which is irritating if your on a 2 wheeler, in traffic going just behind them.
Then there is the “My Rickshaw can fit in anywhere” attitude. When in a traffic jam, they drive into any space they get and eventually get stuck, further increasing the jam.
Also, 2 Rickshaw-walas can get leisure time to stop their Rickshaws in ongoing traffic to chat with each other, without the care that they’re blocking traffic.
Where I come from, Rickshaw-walas don’t even go by the meter, they have fixed price over a distance.
Then, if you happen to board a rickshaw, the songs that they play, most of them are irritating.
And then, it’s the way they park. You should see. It’s like they own the road.

CONCLUSION: The Rickshaw-walas are altogether a different species. They are the 3 WHEELED IDIOTS

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