Chirag Hemani's book of
random visions

Priyankka tagged me so now i have to post this so that she wont pester me that i hvent posted it
(and shes gonna kill me for typing that)

A) Five things in my room (arent you the sneaky one)
1. Homer statue(like the Oscar statue but this one canspeak too)
2. Collection of guitars (broken, classical, default, electric, bulla)
3. Unusable Electronic gadgets (broken mp3players, audio system,
4. Wardrobe full of mundane stuff and memories...nostalgia creeps up each time i decide to sort the mess inside
5. Shine-in-the-dark stars planets stickers... that dont shine in the dark..(damn hawker at signal conned me)

B) Five things in my bag (ur sneakier than i thought)
1. Johnson and johnson swabs for the itchy ears
2. pocket change hehehe (now u'll wonder whats in my pocket then)
3. extra handkerchiefs (just in case someone is crying and i dont want to give my sweaty one)
4. headphones (andar se koi bahar na jaa sake, bahar se koi andar naa aa sake)
5. hairbands (eventhough i dont have my long hair now)

C) Five things in my wallet (stop stop ...it tickles..WAIT..ill give it to you myself)
1. Money..most of the times
2. Crossword points card, no matterhowmuch ever i buy, i never seem to accumulate a lot of points
3. Passport photographs I've had over the years since i was 7 yrs old (to remind me of entropy)
4. Visiting Cards (sala apni hi company mein Engineer banke sad raha hai hahhhahahaha)
5. Driving license (my proof of existence...since i dont have a birth certificate)

I tag YOU...YAEAH YOU..>THE READER..

If today when the hour hand is on 1, the minute hand on 2 and second hand on 3
the time and date would be 01:02.03 04/05/06.

This might not be that significant.
but consider this

On 6th June this year
the time and date could be
06:06.06 06/06/06
if a child is born, will he/she be killed because some fools in Vatican city think its the devil.
seems like the movie End of Days, where statements were mainpulated just to make the millenium look like the rebirth of the devil.

HAHA
HAHAHA
MWUHUAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHA
MWUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHGA

How long have you waited to receive a call from a particular person?
you end up looking at ur cell phone every two minutes to see if there is a message.
get frustrated when the message u get is some bullshit asking u to reply if u wanna goto goa for 3 nights. or some arbit joke that a guy, who barely knows you, sends because he doesnt get charged for messaging.
how desperate can u get to hope incessantly to get just a hi or hello out of that person. i guess even a hi can give u a high. hehe

I'm holdin on waiting for your call
its simple but i can't explain it
i'm sinking down, feel like i could die
i'm fallin off i dont know why
i still believe it when you say
its another perfect day
another perfect day
-American Hi-fi "Another perfect day"

This is a new song i heard by Switchfoot called The Blues


Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?

Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?
A misdirection, most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in

I'm singing this one like a broken piece of glass
From broken arms an' broken noses in the back
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

You're pushing till you're shoving
You bend until you break
Till you stand on the broken fields where our fathers lay
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves

There's nothing here worth saving,
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down
and the hungry and poor and deserted are found

Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been through and down this broken house of cards?
It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves

Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing
Are there any left to haven't kiss the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?
Just as I could find you, do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?
And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in

this is a tongue twister

Lagan jaaki lagi re jaa sang

try saying it
its a song
people in my college actually had to sing it on annual day. it took a lot of practice.

i was surfin thru TV channels when i came across some cricket competition being shown on Star Sports. It was some game which had players from all over the world who didnt quite make it in their respective national sides and were representing their country in less important matches like these.
The company sponsoring the pakistan side was Hindustan Times.
anyways, the game had a few rounds like how far the player can hit or how many runs he can score in a fixed number of balls. this round was called Stroke Master.
Salman Butt was one of the players in the Pakistan side and when his performance statistics were shown, the heading given was Butt - Stroke Master. hehehehe
come on man dont u wanna read before typing stuff like this on television.

Recently there was a test match between Pakistan and england where inzamam and butt were at the crease. inzamam was on 5 and Butt was on 68.
the scorecard read Inzamam 5 Butt *68
thats when Butt took a run and now the scorecard reads

Inzamam*5 Butt 69

my father seemed to notice this and asked me why the scorecard said Inzamam's Butt 69.
i too had a glance at the scorecard and was laffing at the coincidence.

hehe

well it has taken a while
but i have finally setup my weblog

first thing to do is to explore
see what all can be done.

i'm off then