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Hawkers Are Like Rappers
I noted down really weird things during Business Studies/Economics today because I didn’t want to fall smack on the table and have forty pairs of eyes staring at me.
Thus, hawkers are like rappers. Because according to Mrs Sen Ghosh, they have excellent oratory skills because they are able to sell all kinds of nonsense just by screaming. I scream all the time, and I still don’t get what I want.
Aradhana mentioned the rapping part because they even get jiggy with politicians. And they just plain shout weird nonsensicalites and utter the most normal of words in the weirdest of dialects, thus attracting customers. Oh right, there was something else about them hopping onto long distance buses and being the best kind of small scale retail outlets.
We were also studying extreme values and positional averages today. This is what I gathered (apart from of course actually knowing the real things too 
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Extreme Values:
Mean …….. Median
Keira Knightley ………. Pamela Anderson
Shashi Tharoor ………. Mamta Banerjee
We were also asked to work on fresh questionnaires. Suddenly Mrs R goes, why don’t you work out something on people’s eating habits? And the only questions that struck my mind were:
- Do you eat with your hands?
- Do you make weird noises while you eat?
- How many spoons/forks would you require during a single meal?
- Do you poke people’s eyes with forks just for fun?
- Do you think have weird eating habits?
So Long.
x EdgyShark x
Butterflies And Hurricanes
“It’s all an amazing way of defining life as we know, and live it.I dont know if you didnt realise, but well, that is exactly how life is. May it be work, school, whatever you do, even if you do it for sometime and begin to enjoy it.
I kind of feel the same way, you know. I used to hate school, but now that Im liking my subjects and teachers and everything, and getting used to things, being the main centre of attention and all, I know I barely have a year left and its going to soon whizz by like a hurricane.
And then you’re thrust into your non-comfort zone again, while you put in all your effort to try and make that all nice and awesome.
That is the reality, its life’s way of telling us that we dont fit anywhere unless we make ourselves the most comfortable in the most awkward of situations. And once we’re done with it, we’re thrust with more nonsense which we try and unfurl and make sense out of.
But as far as I know you, you’re going to handle it well. And Im there to reassure your senses and to let you know that you *know* you’ll do awesome. This feeling’s going to last for sometime, but just hold on tight, it’s always going to be a bumpy ride.”
Where The Hell Is That Punching Bag?
Because I sure could do with some kicking around and loosening up my energy.
Humans are not humane anymore. More on that later. As of now, I’m flaunting off my French marks. That seems to be the only decent event that’s happened all day. It’s a wonder how an awesome night can turn into a disastrous day.
x EdgyShark x
Harry Potter Is Not For Kids
Apparently, that’s true.
It all began with an abused child, growing up sans love, the weird life he led till the prime age of eleven after which he was introduced to a world where all his problems would just vanish with a swish and flick. Or not.
The prime target reader for the series included children in their teens till the fourth book was released. After which there was a sudden outcry and epiphany in the minds of at least a quarter of six billion human beings about the life and times of Harry Potter.
Gradually though, J.K Rowling got into the drift, and the Potter boy began living life. His friends were not just friends anymore, there was an element of risk of being more than just playing with test tubes and broomsticks. Voldemort began threatening worse, swearing came into existence leaded with peer pressure and Malfoy being a bigger pain in thr wrong side of the anatomy. And thus, the series became quite obviously darker.
- Creepy, Dreary, Gloomy: Myrtle Moans and Haunts:
Moaning Myrtle is supposed to be nice and sweet, with a melodic voice, transient to bad and ugly things. Indeed, our favorite author has gone and turned that woman into something creepy that roams the boys bathroom. Children are going to be scared to ever walk into public restrooms for fear of either the dead corpse of a girl lying there somewhere on some dirty chamber pot, or a dead body hovering over them while they pee.
It’s not funny. Kids are scared of these things. Bathrooms are anyway a place where most murders take place. And while you pee?! That’s an incentive.
- Bad Role Model:
He screams, he fumes, he frets. After all, what teenager doesn’t do that? But he could be happy once in a while, I mean there are lots of orphans in the world who are beaten and abused and yet haven’t found their magical exit to heaven. Not to forget the seeing his best friend’s sister behind his back. Courtesy Cracked, “It’s difficult to imagine wanting to help your best friend defeat Voldemort when you know he’ll be celebrating afterward by casting “Disapearro Clothesimo” on your sister.”
- The Bad Blood Boo Hockey:
Isn’t there enough communalism and what not in the world already? There are different kinds of children reading this book. Some innocent remain that way, and others turn into Crabbe and Goyle kind bullies. Muggles? Can’t we just follow a simple uni human race instead of now including even differences in our blood? Is she trying to teach kids things about being racially impure? Is she trying to give birth to some more Hitlers?
- Knock Knock, Who’s There? Murder, I Tell You:
Everyone’s dying. There’s no happy ending. Right from the beginning to the end. Rowling takes you on a journey and makes you love people just to let you know at the end that they’re going to die. Alright, great lesson kids, everyone dies in life. That is definitely the harsh truth. But they don’t have to learn it this way! (Even though I hate kids and fully well think they should learn life the hard way, cut ‘em some slack.) And by that, I’m referring to the numerous six year olds who listen to chapters as bedtime stories. “Oh honey, by the way, Cedric’s dead. Good night.”
- Step-Family:
It’s really not so bad having step parents and siblings. Maybe, just here. Even then, everyone has a heart. But since this is a work of fiction, Rowling gets to party however she wants. TORTURE, woman, TORTURE!
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore:
Tell us for once and all, dear Ms Rowling, is he whacked or not?! He was like a grandfather figure to everyone who read the book. And then he went and got himself mysteriously brutally murdered by his man Friday, Severus Snape. And then being declared gay? Is Rowling out of her mind? It’s supposed to be a KID’S book for chrissake. Although, now that you come to think of it, kid should know what being gay is. And maybe, it’s just real fun if you’re partner is Harry Potter.
And that is why they spent all that time together and couldn’t live without each other. Thank goodness, she left out the privacy inhaled portions from the corners of her mind. They might as well just smooch each other and get the hell over with it. Did you see the last movie? The amount of touchy-feely rubbish?
x EdgyShark x
Wake Me Up When September Ends
Love that song.
And guess what? The month’s over and done with. I’m bored stiff already anyway, thirty days, the same old thing. I need something new, and apparently to have October around is the only way to do it.
Also, this growing liking towards Austin Nichols. More so, Julian Baker. No, not the guy from Famous Five or whatever that Enid Blyton mystery group was. No, he was only reconnoitering with a magnifying glass and a dog, and was frankly up to no good.
0_o Yellow.
What do you associate September with? Although, it’s been a decent enough month, what with the season premiers of the CW shows, listening to a ton of music, reading and doing some pretty extra ordinary things.
Well, it’s over now. And so is this unnecessary post.
Go on, comment already.
x EdgyShark x
It’s Time For The Strips! #1
Aaaaaaand here are a few more hilarious-in-the-moment pieces of art that I found.
C's The Man
Haa.
More Chainsaw and C in sometime.
x EdgyShark x
Boo-tiful Noise xD
The book launch was good. At least I’m getting into the groove now. I got to autograph three lucky copies 
Oh wait readers, there’ll be more. One day, I hope I’m going to be in the limelight, signing piles and piles of books, having people swoon all over me, wanting to take their pictures with me, gala gala.
And thanks again everyone, for coming. Those who couldn’t make it, I’m sorry you missed it, because The Supersonics were just plain sexy. And those who didn’t, I guess I know I’m not going to be a part of your daily propaganda anymore. No hard feelings. It was great knowing you.
The band played ammmmazing music. With their callous attitude, to the yeah-whatever’s and the “Oops, the processor’s zonked and my lead wire fell out!” they’re actually one of the really good bands that I’ve heard play in a long, long time.
No, I couldn’t get pictures with Avinash or Ananda, but they’re playing again, Someplace Else, Saturday night. Ooooh. Hawt.
They began with a bang, really tight leads and hi-hat getting hit at the right time, and after the first song, us authors were called on stage, and introduced and given our complimentary copies of the book. And then followed the rest of the concert with a great amount of head-banging (Pallavi di: GO MAMSHI!)
You’ve GOT to (got to got to got to) hear them if you still haven’t. Stuff like Yeah Whatever, One Seventy. And one really cool thing that I like is their website too, which I think, is still under construction. But then that ‘give us a bath’ thing is so cool, I fell off my chair laughing the first time I saw it. And since then, I just go and click it to get them smelling pweetty, haha.
Totally my kinda thang.
Maby Baking, haha. That’s like my want-to-form band name, Punk In Drublic.
And when they were about to end, (of course we didn’t want them to,) “Encore, encore! We don’t care if you’re tired!” But they didn’t listen, so this really adamant chick from the back screams “NITIN!” so harshly, that they had no choice. Hahaha.
Ananda coyly comes up to the mic and goes, “Cheap tactics, bleh.” Uhh, *melty right there*
So yeah, I’m getting all their hip CD’s. Non-conventional, upbeat, and FUNKAY. I really think they’re one band I’ve seen in a long long time, with such a great outlook towards making music. Completely ugly, dirty (okay, we didn’t get to see that part because of the proud mommies and the daddies around) and ultra-talent justified.
You guys are awwwwwzzum.
… And the words aren’t coming anymore. <3
Oh wait, there’s a picture of me with the book. I’m finally a published author. Uhhhh, Picasa takes too long to open. Until I get done with blemishing my not so pretty self, here’s a look at the book itself.
Okay wait no, that’s the original picture. No I’m not uploading now. Ah forget it, the drama.
x EdgyShark x
