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(Which would be RR5 if not for my tendency to keep holding down the shift key)

The thing is I never get time to blog... So i figured now is as good a time as any.

Recently I've had a lot of things to do. I'm home, as far as I can say that, and that home happens to be Bombay.

I don't usually have much to do, so i sit and do things...useless things. F'rinstance these two games (let them be stated here before anyone else states them(that too, elsewhere) so I can claim sole copyright, in the event that such useless things as internet timepass games become copyrightable, and yea, financially worth a goddamn copyright. Ahem!(are you lost yet? If so, in the words of Deedee - "Good!" If not, ah well, read on!))
The first of which isn't really a game, I dunnow why i even post it here. In fact I'm not sure its what i wanted to have posted at all, but wth, till I can think of the original thinger I'll have to make do with this: The Gtalk Game-Who's on First.....(man that title is crappy!) Its a fun exercise and goes something like this: If you have gtalk, take a good hard look at your friendslist. You will notice there the names of certain contacts arranged in alphabetical order. If you extend the program to span the height of your screen, this list may get very large indeed. Now comes the fun, cut down the height by one(ie shorten it by the length of one contact box) and see who gets knocked off the list. Grin with evil as you rate your friends mechanically by who talks to you most on gtalk. Continue till one person is left. Who is this person? The one you are destined to marry. Go throw a nice party in their honour! Yay!!!(All kidding aside, it is alot of fun just to see...So who tops Your list? Hmmmm?)

Game two is a bit more interesting, and seeing as it is actually a game, i wouldn't be surprised if some bored internet losers(like me) even make whole tournaments of it. Its called 6 degrees of Youtube and goes like this:

Find or think or hear about some obscure video on youtube.

Go to the Youtube main page.

Now using anything on that page and with out using your keyboard to type things in or copy-paste to put together word fragments in the search bar, try to find that vid. It isn't as easy as you think, in fact it takes alot of brain racking. For instance for my first try I tried to find my vid(one with Jude screaming), the only one i have up so far... I got as far as some indian dude doing yogic stunts for free before i realised my vid was way too obscure and gave up. However take something less obscure, hell, even memorise what tags it has, and try to find it. and when you've mastered that: Race your friends. And after that get a life.

If you have done all the above, that means you are pretty much as bored as i am and probably half as screwed up as well. As for me, I must really get back to doing things. Useful things maybe. I'll let you know if it works out. For now, bye bye!

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RR4

Right now I am outside, on the balcony outside my house. I rarely come here, but when i do, i know its great to have a house, with a balcony, over-looking a pond with coots floating around. With trees that fill the view before me, with the gentle breeze wafting through. Sounds; sounds of the city with its traffic and aeroplanes; sounds of the wind ; sounds of people going about their business throught the day.

It is strange. Very. I wouldn't want a blog to be standard and cliched; you know, the ones about dogs, cats, days off, what i'm doing, who i am, I, I , I. Of course my blog is very me-centric(thanks to my ego of course) but uptil now i'd like to think of it as unconventional and, as you knew i would say at the start of this long and drawn out sentence, antigoatish.

I'd like it to have poems and stories loose and haphazard...Reflections on life, hopefully general and devoid of too many 'I's. I talk way too much, and about myself, perhaps i could make up for that by gleaning and concentrating my stories, And removing the faff.

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:) funny how times change. Now i am on the sofa. listening to a violin piece from O Brother Where Art Thou. It is a day into the future. My mood is quite different. The violin is kinda sad. I guess i feel the same way. Oh well.

The Anatomy of Insanity Part I

Do you know what it means to be mad? Well i donot know the exact words best used to describe it, however in this; what i hope shall be an ongoing series; i shall attempt to explore this much explored part of humanity through experiences of mine own: Also(the german meaning, not english, cause the way germans say also is cool)the setting:

Quarter to 2 in the morning, my living room on the couch. the sofa gently moulds itself to the shape of my ass as i sit here for yet anther long an extended session of Net-assisted Brain refragmentation. Don't get it? Chill...relax, let the words find you and enjoy the ride. This post was designed not to have a purpose(in which it resembles an RR)

bumaccess4all.net. There. I said it. bumaccess4all.net. Today's Dinosaur Comics involved a panel where TRex(if you haven't read it, this post will be a bit wierd so here i link you to www.qwantz.com) creates a website called bumaccess4all.net. His intentions were not as lewd as they sound. So immediately fell in love and did a search(like any good little net-rat with so much more to do with his/her time and no motivation to do any of it) and found that this particular line attracted as few as 1 hit(s) on Google! This is my attempt to push my blog to become the second on that list. Number two in a field of two, on google. Kinda spooky-cool if you think about it. And happen to be me. I suppose both criteria count.

As usual there was lots to be said since the last time i posted. only a lapse into insanity could drive me to post again. I hope this continues. I have a hunch that most great people were insane(of course if i truly am insane it could hardly matter what i'm all hunched up about) So, after another reference to bumaccess4all.net. I leave you with these words of forshadowing:

The sequel to this post; if there is on; will be called anatomy of insanity part II.

Mbbaaaackoff!

Ta!

Blogger: Posting, Procrastination, and RR3(as if you didn't know!)

Hello there. My name is Chitrak and I have returned to the world of blogger, blogging and generally wasting my time. Okay, so I lied, I never stopped wasting my time, I just found less obvious ways to do it. >:D(Thats my EvilGrin Smilie, for those unaquainted: EvilGrin Smilie, Those Unaquainted. Those Unaquainted, EvilGrin Smilie. Thats done, now back to what I was saying. If I can remember). It has been a long time since I have posted. Anyone reading the posts before last may believe this is because I went through a phase of manic depression. I assure you this is not the case. My inability to meet deadlines or do anything constructive has roots much deeper than my manic depression, and may be the cause of it.(For those curious about as to whether, why, or when I was, am, or have been a depressed maniac, :P . Thats a totally different story(I swear(and I'm sure you swear too after a certain number of brackets(Where was I again? Oh yes...)))).

Lets begin.

Ahem, first up, this post is written in the less than half an hour gap I have before I am going to a party. Most of my friends in touch with this phase of my life will notice the rising number of such things that I go to. TOday's is not a standard case, it is a party thrown by TCS(or ABN I'm not sure) for my father and his officemates. I'm going as an added appendage. All this started of course as an explanation as to why this post may be left in a hurry, seeming unfinished for some time. Incidentally(and this is another one of those puzzle pieces I talk about) this post is about why my blog remains sort of out there, hanging, and unfinished for the most part.

Ok. So. Why. Are so many of my endeavours left hanging. When I first started this blog(and to a greater extent, when I had prokulpia spring out from inside) there were at least a quarter of a thousand million and five topics swimming around in my head, ready to be written. All of them were gems, I swear. And hear this, avid(or not so) reader! They'd have been masterpieces, each one of them. I'd leave Tagore crying in shame(which is a big feat. The @#$@$ has a book of songs with a 200 page table of contents. And thats just Songs!) if I had managed to write them all down. But I didn't. Why?(See?? I just keep beating around the bush, that Has to be at least one reason) Well, to be frank(or Jim or...hey, this joke has been done to death hasn't it? I think I've used it Myself on occasion. Ok F*** it) I don't know. And I suppose You won't either for some time now, 'cause *sigh* I gotta go. Oh well. Next time. At least you have the consolation of joining our ranks. Us who have nothing to do and too much time to do it in.

G'bye g'night and have fun(and why not?? Go For It!)

The Paths We Choose

This post should be called Random Ramblings 2, but I liked it better with a coherent title.

I don't post very often and that's a fact. I haven't even posted on Arvaril, my random creatvivty outlet, in a long time. But today I post i suppose in a state of mental duress. Talking about how i feel isn't easy for my, it happens either when I try consiously or I am to zapped to either care or notice(my fingers are shaking as I type, forgive spelling mistakes). I have seen with most acts of creation and expression it is good to strike while the iron is hot. So today y'all are lucky(or unlucky, or indifferent for all i care).

I am writing this i suppose out of a sense of lonliness. Being lonely is something very important to me, as it has shaped most of my life. When I was 4 I was torn from my friends at South Bend Indiana and taken to Aurora, Illinois. Around 8, I made big shift 2 coming here to Mumbai. Right now I'm on the verge of another one.

I am usually very feeling. Deep down I take things to heart quickly and forget and forgive even more quickly. It is always a conscious mental act for me to dislike someone, unless that person is a well proven jerk. However, I have met jerks and incomprehensibles in my time, I have lost alot of friends to moving, I am very capable of writing people off. It isn't something I like or hate. It is something I do.

In the blog for the xav2006 batch I told anon that if your lonely its your own choice, your own fault. This is for the most part entirely true. An antigoat is by definition a lonely person(read the post) and if there is such a thing that drives you to be an Antigoat, as long as that thing doesn't change, you will be lonely. It isn't easy to accept.

Its about checks and balances and the prices we pay. I can put my heart out on a platter for the world to see, but there's always a chance it will break. I can keep it locked in to avoid the pain, but oh that pleasure you get from good friends and happy times, am I willing to miss it. Now with great relish, cause I'm an anal-retentive Narc who loves cliches and puzzle pieces, I'll point back to the title that says "The Paths We Choose". I will show you the deep black background of the blog and ask you to picture some stars. Cause on lonely nights when I'm the only one awake, and the world outside is dark, and the house around me is dark, I'm gonna stare at these things and ponder the stars and space and the wonderful lonliness of being free, free to love, cherish, explore, and express, yourself, for yourself. And i may cry, when no one is there, to see me or hold me or share in that joy; cause that is the price of being lonely. There are plenty of smiles, but noone to share them with. And that's all.

An Actual Letter to HT

Let's see if they actually print this.

Sub: Marie Antoinette

Ed,

I am apalled that you should print an article such as that of Dia "Marie Antoinette" Mirza's(Open Source: Monday, April 17). I have many problems, regarding what she has written, but first and foremost is her blatant classist attitude which is the bane of all society today. Throughout her article she has made references of "celebrities" vs "the common man" defeating not only the entire philosophy of human equality, but undermining the very basis of her OWN article, "equality before law". If you are set, mentally, to look at the world as "celebrities" and "common people" you can never have logical correctness in any argument based on human equality of any kind.

Having said this, I would like her and all other celebrity-huggers to know that what is going on in Salman's case is perfectly fine. The man may be a saint, but at some point in his life he has blatantly broken the law repeatedly and must now atone for his crimes. If the law states anywhere that people convicted for poaching endangered species should not be kept in the same cells as "muderers and terrorists", I would greatly appreciate it if your journalists would quote these sections of the law in the future. As it is, I don't expect celebrities to have the time to care about the environment, what with their noble job of supporting the film industry (just like British colonials nobly provided jobs for slaves), but in case you do, let it be known that the Chinkara is endangered and killing one is not just "killing a deer" but a move towards wiping out the Chinkara all together. If that's ok with you, you might as well go out and kill tigers, who needs them anyway?

All this aside, I must admit that what angered me first is the quote judge not lest ye be judged. What is Dia Mirza trying to say? That because we all make mistakes we should ignore mistakes all together? Of course i want "what measure I mete to be measured to me agian". The move should be towards self improvement, not degradation! If I have killed, i should definitely not want other people to run around free killing people! The punishment should be equal, not the lack of it.

Lastly, in a democracy, the laws made are the will of the people. The enforcement of these laws is no way tyrrany. And if you argue that in reality the laws are made by politicians, remember, they are our representatives ellected by us. If they are corrupt, swindling, thieves, what does that say about us?

Sincerely,
Chitrak Bandyopadhyay

PS Although you may not think it feasible for a letter of this nature to be published, I sincerely request that your articles be more balanced and informed in the future. Any opinions and emotions should be restricted to the style section. Thank you.

The meaning of Antigoat which then turns into random rambling number 1

The very point of this post is the definition of "Antigoat". I will keep it short. I may ramble on afterwards. That may be long. But the definition will be short.

To put it simply, a "goat" is a person who follows the crowd. They are usually not recognised individually. When you see a heard of people moving somewhere or doing something and can almost hear the inane thoughtless bleating that goes along with it, you can be sure that most of them are goats. Fearful, unthinking and "normal", these are the people who dominate our planet, or more accurately, this is the personality type that dominates us. You will learn more through references in later posts; I have promised to keep this short.

An "antigoat", one would suspect then, is the exact opposite of a goat. This is not true. They are not alike, but neither are they opposites. And antigoat is sort of the middle ground, because an antigoat is someone who can atleast recognise the crowd, but then in an irrational thoughtless way, chooses to go against it. When you see the bleating heard running one way, blindly, the antigoat is the raving loon running the other way equally blindly. This loon is often what i am.

I have reasons for being an antigoat. Reasons that i will express in future posts. But the sad truth is, as with all antigoats, these are not really reasons at all. They are probably just post-rationalisations.

SXC vs Sex

Well, every Xavierite who blogs, or uses any other medium of expression for that matter, dedicates at least one post in his/her/its blog to the ole Alma Mater. Not one to disappoint, or to have less of College Spirit. I too will include one post on the subject. If i ever get off my ass long enough to do something serious, there may be more. But for the time being this is it.

Why the years spent in St Xavier's College are like Sex:

1. Everyone remembers their first time.
2. It just keeps getting better as you go through with it.
3. The more things you try the more fun it is. And hell, there are a lot of things to try.
4. All of it is good, but everyone has their favorite spot.
5. Its generally more fun if you completely reject your parents advice.
6. It just wouldn't be fun without members of the opposite sex.
7. By the time you reach the peak, suddenly its all over.
8. Even if it leaves you feeling complete and satisfied, you wish it had lasted longer.





PS Those who haven't been through it are generally jealous of those who have!(even if they won't admit it)

Welcome to Antigoat

Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Good Night to all of you out there, and welcome to Antigoat the first Blog I have ever written. My name, for thaose who know me well(cause if you don't, why would you care?) is Chitrak Bandyopadhyay, I have been forced to take another username, for my first name, strange though it is, is already taken.

Well, then, what is it that makes a man, when that man is me? What is the meaning of the term 'Antigoat' that has been mentioned in this Blog three times already(and quite redundantly too)? And will I ever stop asking questions(it doesn't seem bad now, but just you wait. Or ask my Profs)?(And of course what is this fetish with brackets?)

Friends, I am sorry to disappoint, but I am in the middle of my exams, the preliminaries for my preliminaries to preliminaries that allow me to enter institutions dealing with knowledge preliminary to a career in science, and you will hence have to bare with me, as I strive to add no further posts. Worry not, all will be explained.

Now Shoo!