Me Playing God :P

Varunier Calipers Textured :)

The Longest Yard

This is a photoshop-ped pic of a football field at the 50-yard line. Note that I didn't use even one single readymade pic... everything started from scratch.

I am NOT an Alligator!

After much hue and cry, I finally decided to give the dentist a visit. Not that I was in pain or anything, but I knew I had broken part of a tooth, the right molar, I guess it is called. The resulting cavity was as deep as a mine, and whatever food I ate started having an annoying habit of finding it's way into that hell-hole.

You know how they say that people who have long tongues have great voices? Well, my tongue can even touch the tip of my nose, but STILL couldn't get to that blasted spot. After hours and hours of rummaging, I would finally get through to that dumb piece of waddeva it had been, that I had gorged upon a few hours earlier. (yuck! :X)

So anyhoo, I sped off towards the nearest decent l'hopital, the SMRC in Chicalim. (Wondering where it is? Google Maps, you numbskulls!) Since our esteemed college does not have a dentist, ( or a decent doc, for that matter - our doc was in the papers a while ago for assaulting a nurse or something pathetic/hilarious), I decided to check into the Salgaocar Medical Research Center.
After burning holes in my pockets for the required 200+50 bucks, I made my way into the dental department...only to be pleasantly surprised by a cute doctor. ;P The dream had come true!! :P

Wellllllllll, maybe she wasn't exactly mirror-cracking material... but 2 weeks spent in isolation in a jaundice-infested campus which had decided to send back already depleted stock of chicks, I could have found the local fishmonger to look like Alessandra Ambrosio. Hey! Just like Rathabole's dog did. He certainly thought the fishmonger looked liked a lamppost. The fishmonger, I assure you, did not.

But let me not digress.

After readying the 'dreaded' dentist's chair, she knocked me out of my reverie of fishmongers and BITS dudettes, and beckoned me to the chair. Now I am a guy, a little well-built, and a footballer to boot. You can stuff dry salmon down our parched throats and we wouldn't blink an eyelid. But there is something about a cute dentist peering into your open mouth that makes even the most hardened criminals shiver. Put yourself in my position. Tilted at 145 degrees, in a Chelsea jersey and denim. You get my drift?

Anyways, she peered down my gaping mouth, tch-tching all the while. I suddenly cringed. Damn, I should have brushed my teeth before I came. Damn! I should have sprayed on the ADIDAS deo. Damn! I should have poured on the infamous Fair and Handsome.... and similar thoughts to that effect flooded my brain. The last Damn! didn't really bother me much, because I had recently read a dood's post regarding such potions.

Then she was eroding my tooth and cleansing it with a jet of water at the same time. I had to spit out the water (containing fragments of my dents) so many times, that she got the nurse to use a suction pump to get rid of the water. Picture this, gentlemen... Three, I repeat not one, but three metal rods poking down my mouth, and the vile concoction that I figured later was water, being jetted and sucked out simultaneously. If any one of you fine gents didn't find a chill down your spine, then, I laud you.

To top it all, the thing stank big time! At first I thought it was last week's gobi manchurian, being dislodged from the endless pit. But it turned out, that it was the composite they were using to replace the real me! They were taking away a piece of the Varuminator! (Sad... I know) And the not-so-cute-now artiste, engrossed in her art, had a mask covering her cute nose and mouth! Where the hell is my mask? I wanted to scream. Then I realized I couldn't scream because my mouth was already wide open and the composite wouldn't settle in for some time... so I wouldn't be able to exercise my vocal chords yet. Plus...a mask covering my mouth and nose would rather make the whole trip rather ironic.

Finally, at long last, she was done - and so was my fake tooth. She stepped back, admiring her handiwork, having twice reshaped my molar... once oversizing it, and once undersizing. Finally, happy with the scenery, the artist flashed a wide smile, and said, something like "That's all, folks!", or words to that effect, and I was left wondering why the hell I am not able to clamp my mouth shut. Turned out I had been keeping it open for the past half an hour, a feat which my Discovery Channel sense suggested had something to do with alligators.

Well, i am NOT an Alligator! :P

Angel in the Dark

Dedicate this pic to all those who are fans of my work :P thank you guys, you rock!! :D

Of Planets and Moons...

Nike on Fire!!

Extreme Sepak Takraw...Old pic :)

My 100th Post \m/ ... Ave, Caesar

Morituri te salutant - Those who are about to die salute you...! Caesar with the flame of The Statue of Liberty..

An Ode to CR9...

This wallpaper is dedicated to one of the best players in the world today.

Veronian Bubbles

Similar to the previous wallpaper, but more suited to Vista Black with it's white ghost-like glow effect. :)

Of Godfathers & White Knights

Ever had an adversary or a rival who always keeps you on your toes?

A rival is at least competitive - he pushes you to think outside the possible, to attempt for what is beyond reach at the moment.

An adversary is an even greater hazard - because not only will he try and push you down, he's willing to go to any lengths to see you lose the proverbial cherry. And when he tries to fulfil his role without any benefit to himself, or even at his own expense, you know you have an issue to settle then.

There is an old adage - keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. ( Or was it The Godfather from where I got the quote? :| ) As it turns out your greatest rivals are the ones who are similar minded to you, might even be close to you. What about your greatest adversary? He can be anyone with a grudge, or just a pure psychopath.

I'll just describe in a few words, my biggest rival, and my worst adversary.

My rival is one of my closest friends. He forces me to out-think him, outdo him, outsmart him. He makes sure I do not waste a single moment NOT strategising my next moves. He forces me to look at the bigger picture, because it's in the bigger picture that you can also see the minor details to be ironed out by your actions now. My rival is not only smart and successful, he's got a hell of an ego, too. Dangerous? Maybe. But as long as it pushes ME on to break my own limitations, beyond my self-made boundaries, beyond MY bog of self-doubt, I'll be close to him. The one thing that eats me is - I realized only a few hours ago, that he's my biggest rival.

My adversary knows he's one, too. I am, indeed, fortunate to know such a psycho. Not only does he badmouth me in public, he actually spends his time looking for minor flaws in my work and character. He's the worst type of backstabber, and a degenerate one at that. Without doubt the biggest traitor one can know is the who knows the most about you that can help HIM. My work ethic states that I give him the cold shoulder as much as possible, and I certainly do so. But after a certain point, you HAVE to rethink your outlook. Do you keep changing yourself and your character so as to escape his vile commentary? or do you stay true to your integrity and morals? Do you indulge in a campaign similar to his and engage him at the warfront? Try and beat him at his own game?

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. The scars on my timeline reveal the affect this one adversary has had on my life. Whatever his credits, my ultimate aim is and will, forver be, to bring him down. Like the crisis Bruce Wayne faces in the recent Dark Knight, it is upto me, to decide. Whether to let myself be brought down to their level so that I can engage in a similar war, or be Gotham's White Knight and go by the book.

Veronisque Bubbles..

Crazy Soccerart

Some Lite Pix

Lighting behind the Quarters.
Balancing work and play ;P

When Two Worlds Collide

Inspired by Apocalyptica's Somewhere Around Nothing video, this was just something I penned down to put myself out of boredom.

A lone violin haunts the night,
A night of prayer, a night of lies.
My hand caressing the harvest
Untouched by yesterday's fires.

As I walk by the fieldline,
The violin fades out into the darkness.
The velvet horizon beckons me yonder
Into it's boundless mystery.

I see a shed in the distance,
The world around hued in greys and greens.
A flicker, of light, of hope
Pushes me to trudge along in it's wake.

As I turn a curve, suddenly,
A choir of cellos roars into the air,
The leaves around tremble, in fright
Or expectation, to Hell's symphony.

The pitch rising higher, as I close in,
In perfect harmony, with growing depth.
I wade faster, through the woods
Towards that lonely shed.

I see a vintage Mustang, parked behind,
And a cross on the door, a gong in the chimney.
The haunting music reaches it's peak
As I head towards the door.

I am not afraid, to be out alone,
Nor am I afraid, of this lonely shed.
I know that the answers to yesterday's madness
Are beyond this red door.

I touch the handle, the music stops,
Suddenly the night is still,
As if willing me to open it
The key to my search, and my pain.