Randomness in a bottle

This a testimonial to the fact that I can write random things which is utter crap.
I woke up the other morning.
Found out i couldn't remember my name.
The exams had eaten part of my brain.
It couldn't have been any worse.. but it did
Sivaji is 75% rajini, 20% Stunts, 5% Shreya and 100% stupidity.
Obviously the value for money is just the opposite.
Airtel users suffering huge monetary losses.
Increasing number of suicide cases reported due to bankruptcy.
A bottle of cyanide could kill thousands if mixed with municipal water.
Anything inside a bottle cannot be random.
The above classical thought was disproved in quantum theory and probability distribution was found.
And did I say probability sucks..

FORSAKEN SOUL

Chapter 1

Love at first sight.....

"Yeah!! this is love..I'm in love for sure..",i felt like screaming to this world for eternity.Hmm..may be not eternity at least for a couple of minutes.

Me,Harikrishnan P.V. ,student of class 9B,Arya Central School.

I used to be a very shy and secluded and isolated kinda guy*.I used to confine myself to the four walls of the class room and never show up unless otherwise i had to pee or during the lunch break.I never felt a need to socialise or go to other classes because i had been studying in that institution for 8 years now and i knew almost everybody whether they knew me or not.(When i say everybody i mean the faculty and my batch mates not the juniors or the seniors). So one afternoon like any other noon at school i was a taking stroll,after a heavy lunch,in the park(not a park really but the ground filled with sand and such a stroll was strictly prohibited 'a damn jail...').Suddenly like a bolt of lightning a face went past me.I was good at ogling and had seen many a beautiful face,but this one was different.I felt like i could watch that face for eternity and still feel the same ole passion.(This time i really do mean eternity).

"Oh my god..",i adored her jaw-dropping beauty.And then came those starting lines.She was like an angel in school uniform(for the readers' kind info our school uniform was churidar and dupatta unlike most other schools in the city,so my fascination was pure and not prompted by my basic instincts).

Yeah..coming back to the angel part...Her eyes were sweet and was like that of a cute..eh..it was cute tats it..her lips also something like cute....and etc etc..The thing i liked the most about her was her smile,man...that killer smile.It was like it had the warmth enough to melt the ice-caps but still you would make you feel chilled from within.If i had known "I wanna go on with you.." by westlife i would have sung that all the time for her.She also had a birth mark in her..right or left arm..i don't exactly remember..

After reading this one might think i would be like love struck and be passionately hooked up with her.Yeah i was obsessed for sure but on the contrary i never thought about her(or see her) after that day(yeah.i was such a f**king jerk) not until next ear and i only knew she was a new comer.I was trying to hook up with the new kid on the block,at least for that moment of divinity i was truly in a virtual world,i was in "neverland". But I never knew this was going to be the beginning of just another heart breaking love story in god's manuscript that I would lament forever. Damn sadist he is,God.

*A little discretion i have taken to exaggerate my numb personality.

contd on : http://aeiohyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/forsaken-soul-ii.html

The Prelude

Oye...Superb...The prelude to the foundation by Issac Asimov had already had a chunk of my heart and a corner of my brain(the portion i use for imaginations).

SPOILER WARNING:NOT RECOMMENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT READ THE BOOK.

From the beginning itself the gravity shafts and the magnetically levitated express ways had left me hallucinating about the hyper-complex society of Trantor and I wondered what it would be like to have the whole of the galaxy discovered,settled,unified and had a history of a million years.The concept of psychohistory is absolutely wonderful a concept all credits to the ingenuity of the author to have thought of such a powerful theory.All the arguments lead through a powerful and gorgeous thread of neatly knit plots that leaves us spell-bound.
I'm most attracted to Hari Seldon,partly because we both share our first names and the love for mathematics,and obviously because he is the man with the innovation.Chetter Hummin aka Demerzel aka Deneel simply is a fantastic creation of a remarkable writer and its even more impressive when he finally uses the idea of an immortal humanoid to perfection.The guise of Demerzel was i feel the heart of the whole story and shrewd statesman he is just adds to the tally of remarks you can make of this man.Not to mention i was also captivated by the natural grace of Dors Venabili another of the clever and charismatic creations of a decorated author.
Trantor,the head quarters of the Empire ,a complex of worlds like Mycogen,Wye,Dahl,The University is a splendor in itself thanks to the foresight and vivid imagination of the author.
The concept of a domed,certainly not doomed,city or planet rather is very convincing an idea for the writer makes its necessity obvious citing the ecological situation of the planet.
All other characters stand by their duties in fulfilling the needs of the plot and each are impressive in their own attitudes and complexities.Be it the bald Sunmaster of Mycogen, or the moustached Dahlite Jirad Tisalver or Mother Rittah or the delightful Raych or the Madam Mayor of Wye.
A part of the story that captivated my attention was the hand-on-thigh theory of Dors. The expertise the author has shown in making such a trivial thing into a cornerstone that was to lead our hero into the beginning.
And finally the whole plot from the beginning to the beginning is so cleverly conjured up that it the level of fascination and wonder which urges you to believe something like this can be a possibility however far it may seem.The climax of the story is amazingly a shock,rather a delightful one, for you dispense with the idea of a robot in due course of the story(atleast that was the case with me. I took the whole idea of an immortal robot indistinguishable from a normal human and with mental powers for granted ).

I'm more than sure i have done little justice to the book and the author through the preview (or rather something like that),so keep flooding in the comments,baby.

Just to start off...

It's raining outside and almost every other soul in hostel is fast asleep.I'd keep this entry real short(that was how I planned it to be, evidently it didn't end up so) as an announcement of my arrival ;-)

Hey and whoever came up with that name...the AEI Oh you! Nice piece man!!
Strange that vowels and 'vovvals' rhyme...indicative of the factor that how nocturnal all of us are.

Usually I make it a point to make a diary entry everyday to mourn over stuff....over stuff that you can't tell anybody. And it makes me realize how good a friend an inanimate object can be.

So I'll start off with that topic...

Inanimate objects as Best Friends

(Ta ta tang...just like the warner bros opening music in the movies of the 40's)

This is one...

A Superman figure, just like the all the small GI Joes we had as kids.

Now, it was given to me by a guy from third grade when I was in my third grade. That's a good 11 years ago. Why he gave it to me, I have no idea. So that's been with me for that long and still is in my shelf and I see it everyday. Tell you more about him later...cos I have a girlfriend now and everybody wants to hear about the women.

Two..

My Personal Diary...

She is new . She was born in 2007 and was made by the 'Nightingale' company. She was born as a part of my new year resolution and she is the only one that didn't get postponed to next year.

One good thing about her is that she does not have boobs and still manages to keep me attracted to her and I come back to her every night.
I don't have to lie to her.....incorrect, I CANNOT lie to her nor have I to restrain myself in any form. I can't hide my tears from her nor can I fake a laughter to her. I don't have to flirt with her to keep her interested nor I need have sex appeal. She stays close to me unless I let go off her. She wouldn't care if I have a GPA of 6.54 or 8.75. She wouldn't give a damn if earn in six figures or if I drive an Audi or even if I have only 2 inches inside my trousers!!

In short I can't help but be myself with her no matter what choice I make...because she is myself. This is what makes her special and like none other. Every time I look back to some older date in her I see more of myself, have a larger deeper interpretation of myself, have a revelation within myself. She is my ultimate mode of self expression. And I believe in self-expression more than self-discipline. She becomes the log and genuine acceptor of my deepest darkest desires and fantasies, and she understands everyone of it to the exact degree with which I felt it in my mind.
I started to write my diary intending to make it a mind chart....by a mind chart I meant a log of my instantaneous mind. As the months progressed, the more I read of Januaries and Februaries the more it seemed to me as though I was learning to find solace in myself (this poses a very serious social situation wherein you are less and less bothered about other people, because they can hurt you less and less making you largely insensitive because you always find solace in yourself)
In short she turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to me in my life. There is a major re-definition of the word 'friend' as she turns out to be the definitive that matches none in my so called 'real life'. Slowly I start to give her a form of body that is sexually(yes, in the rawest sense the word can imply) most arousing to me. I borrow eyes that I like most and always upgrade if I find better ones...and by the time it was April she had a body of her own. May is full of conversations, I discover that she loves good conversations as much as I do. She is ready to talk to me all the time and we keep on conversing, keep on conversing. I end up having imaginary(only in your terms) conversations all the time keeping me preoccupied and virtually devoid of the phenomenon called boredom. She is not an inanimate object anymore, but conveniently in mine and her world alone.
What if I could have her for real one day in all her glory? Rather than hoping to find someone like that what if I could make her up for real? In reality, real is only electrical signals interpreted by your brain. What if I could build her all up...wouldn't she be my definitive friend? Wouldn't a life's work be worth a second of existence with that perfect friend? Can I have one moment of joy where I wouldn't even be able to guess the meaning of the word insecurity, no matter how hard I tried?