Mon skills de persuasive. (this is not perfect french)

So I was going through my mail and deleting the old stuff when I came across this "poem" I made. I have no recollection of the poem or what ran through my head when I made this. Seems like I made two and sent it to +Sriaparna Reddy

Poem 1:
There once lived a girl
With beautiful lock of hair.
Then came a boy
Who looked like a bear.

He followed her around
and teased her a lot
And when the time came
He made up a plot

He tried to follow his plans
But all were in vain
He didn't have any plan B
So he suffered with pain.

He had no other choice
It may leave him off the hook
So will you please ever
Come back on facebook?

And when you come back
Don't turn your back, never
So if you do come back
Stay there forever.

I had no idea I actually sent this to her. I guess my persuasive skills aren't that bad after all B-|

P.S I take everything back, I do not mean anything especially the parts "there once lived a beautiful girl" and "who looked like a bear".

I guess I took it upon myself as a challenge to bring her back. In the end I can say - Challenge Completed. B)

Anyway it turns out there is an another poem after Aparna rejected my first one. That bitch.

Poem 2 - 

The stars shine bright at night

And when i glance they shimmer.

It is one of the most beautiful sight

And it cannot be better.

They remind me of your presence

Cause they make my night bright

And a day of their absence

Will never make it quite right.

Come back on Facebook, O might one

Cause they are like lice on ones head

They bite and burn like the sun.

Do come back and give them some meds.

Facebook might not be that good

Stalkers and posters who lost their mood

They come and like pics of food

They have no sense of humor too.

So come back and show them a lesson

A lesson try will ne'er forget.

Will no one be in your succession

And do things you will regret

Smash them, and choke them down

Cause you are the fearless girl

Who fears nothing besides the crown

Which you will soon wear with pearls.

So please come back in Facebook.

And display your immaculate looks.

Cause if your too late, your place shall be taken by Mitch

And will treat everyone like a bitch.

I'm pretty sure Aparna will be reading this. Curse you when you made me occupied my precious time creating this mediocre and lousy poem for an exceptionally loser-like person with an atrocious personality which no kid will look up to or compare him/her/itself with, while I could have used this time to solve and engage in one of the countless scientific questions about space and time and possibly, could have found a valid cure for cancer. Not even a blood-sucking tick would choose to feed of you. Thanks bitch for nothing.

Abandonment

So I got a feeling that the people back home feel my abandonment has made an impact in their lives which is so life-changing that every living second of my life, they have to make its presence visible or noticeable to me. It comes to my notice that people are trying to make my life miserable by "trying" to make me realize my "jackass" and "selfish" nature. Yes, I know, I have changed. I might have lost track of the last time I verbally or virtually communicated, gesture or oral or typed, with you.

It has been a long couple of months lately and I have learnt a lot about people. How people can hate you and simultaneously respect you at the same time, and vice versa. How hypocritical people can criticize you on your action, which in retrospect is equally their error too.

I know how much you've grumbled on about how I "abandoned" you and "forgotten" about you. Nice way to blame something on someone.

Oh life, thou art a bitch.

This had been a draft for an undisclosed amount of time. I felt like I should have posted it before.

Slumdog Millionaire - The book and the movie

The book is always better than the movie. And I read the book version of a world renowned movie, Slumdog Millionaire - winner of 7 Academy Awards including Best Movie. And honestly, the book way better than the movie, albeit it has an entirely different plot; so different that if you were to relate them, they would be like a woman and a diehard gamer - so different but still alike.

The book is called Q&A and the movie, well it is called Slumdog Millionaire. They are based on the same story - a guy from the lowest caste winning a Quiz Show according based his life story. But the movie has several alteration from the book - the story, the names and the question.

In the book, the name of the protagonist is Ram Mohammed Thomas. It was a special name given to him by Father Timothy, the acting father. The name has names from all three regions, to abrogate conflict in the area.

Meanwhile in the movie, the name is Jamal Malik, a muslim born with a parent. Only the mother is shown on screen, though. Jamal has an elder brother called Salim.

To be honest, the book is more thrilling, just like always. People think that the movie is the best, but I'm telling you the book is 100 times better. Or maybe more. And I am pretty sure I'm correct. Just like when I told some people Dubai is still in Asia and there is no language called Indian.

You are judged

You are judged.

Every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, you are judged.

You are judged on your looks, the way you walk, the way you talk, your accent, your smile, your complexion, your skin colour, your attitude, what you wear, the amount of make up you put.

You are judged.

Be it you're the President of the United States's janitor or the doctor providing free operations in Africa, you are judged.

Everyone has an opinion about you, even the lady who glanced at you on the road or that cute girl who you think took no notice of you.

You are judged.

And you cannot say that you don't have bad opinions about someone else. And that is absolutely fine, everyone has a bad opinion on everyone. What's wrong is if you share them with someone else.

It's funny how people remember your mistakes and bad traits instead of all the good and happy things. Funny how people gossip on your mistakes and the times you've screwed up when they hardly talk about the nice things you've done. And how one's opinion on someone can change your opinion on that person.

Funny world we live in, isn't it? We live for perfection; we need everyone to mould into our needs. We require them to be perfect for us, almost like a movie character. If they can't mould into our requirements, we just forget them and probably detest them for not meeting our needs, when we could have altered our requirements.

I might not be making complete sense, It's been a long day for me today and I have been going back and forth some malls. Bottom line is to try and keep your opinions on others to yourself, unless they are like oil to your water, then kill them with kerosene. 

Blog

Been a long time since I've blogged. I'm not gonna write anything sentimental or emotional or motivational or philosophical or comical. I have exams.

Adieu

I've learnt how...

So I know that I've haven't blogged in a while and I have learnt a couple of things from my surroundings and peers.

I've learnt how people can hate you and simultaneously respect you at the same time, and vice versa. I've learnt how hypocritical people can criticize your actions, which in retrospect is equally their error too. I've learnt how a person you trusted everything with can lie and spread stuff you said, then branding you an "abandon-er" and shit. I've learnt that people assume other people don't want to talk to them and ignore you and in the end, blame you for ignoring in the first place.

It's a fucked up world we live in. Getting blamed for everything. People can get on your nerves one way or the other. It's impossible to reason with people. They are like girls on PMS, maybe so me of them are. No matter who you are, people still remember you as an impetuous person. They just believe what they want to believe, and leave out what they don't.

I've learnt that people tell other people on things they shouldn't be telling, either on a trust or a moral belief. But they just tell it, either because they expect something in return such as trust or acknowledgement or just to vent out their temporary frustration.


I know how much you people think that I've been ignoring you and "abandoned" you lot, and I just don't want to go on on this. It's just funny how you can find mistakes in others better than in yourself.

Things which don't matter

So I was bored and I noticed people making list of things they wouldn't wanna change and would matter, I thought of being creative and thinking of things which didn't matter.

The 'No Smoking' sign on a cigarette box.
The brand of a stripper's lingerie.
The brand of your dustbin.
The age of your landlord's wife. (sometimes)
'Slow down' sign on a highway.
The Clinton legacy.
Censor clients on Justin Bieber song.
The word 'Rapid' in Rapid Delivery.
Deodorant to a cab driver.
Degree from an Online University.
White House petitions to Obama.
UN Sanctions on Kim-Jong-Il

Now comment the things that don't matter in the comments below. Let me see whose is best. They get a special treat from Dubai. And I keep my word.