The weirdest on my list..

Yea. So.. This blog post, as the title suggests, goes to the weirdest person on my friends list.

Kriti Desai! =D

I know, I know that name lights up many faces. (Read : AMMU) :p

So, to begin with, we are friends for the past 4.5 years! Yea, 4.5 years! Net friends, though, we bonded quite well. And fought well too. :P

Yea, you fight differently with each person. But with her, those fights take me back to when I was 5 years old. :P

Irrational, illogical and baseless fights.

* please wait.. Initiating a fight to give you a sample * :P

Me : der?
Kriti : oye
Me : ssup? =]
Kriti :  kuch nahi i ll go home aj
Me : YAYIE! :D
Kriti : YAY where did you go bdw :s
Me : Timepass. :P
Me : I went for a stroll down.
Me : With my bro..
Me : And had a sandwich. :D
Kriti : bhukkad :P
Me : Sandwich <-- HIMYM wala. :?
Me : :/
Me : Marr gayi?
Kriti : nahi my gay net (:|  ruk ja
Me : Kyu be?
Me : Net bilkul teri tarah gay hai :/
Me : Kannada.. Why are you even a kantry? :-<
Me : chup reh tu gaya -_________- its taking ages ek mssg milne ko(:|
Me : Ab bolegi canada pe mat jaa :))
Kriti : gay*
Kriti : exactlyyyyyyyyy :/
Kriti : err typos (:|
Kriti : where did you die now (:|
Me : Nowhere
Me : I was just waiting
Me : for your gay net to ungay itself..
Me : Canadian net
Kriti : and you called my net gay accept it your net was being gay
Me : No.
Me : Wtf?
Me : I am from India.
Me : Got it?
Me : yusyusyusssssssssssssssssss
Me : In-Di-Ah? :
Kriti : sooooooooooooooooo??
Me: You shalt be killed for this :|
Me : Anyway, this much is enough.
Me : And, Indian net is better than canadian net.
Me : So..
Me : I win.
Me : As always. =D
Kriti : Mine is better but I m in this idiotic city Kingston thats the reason
Me : W/e. :P
Me : Bla bla bla.. Bla bla bla blahhh!
Me : Excuses!
Me : :))
Kriti : even you go to some stupid village and try getting online frm there you dumbhead
Me : Village?
Me : I thought canada was developed?
Me : :S
Me : And, unis there dont have wi-fi?
Me : O wait!
Me : You dont even know what WI-FI is!
Me : No no, dumbass.. It is not similar to Hi05 =))
Kriti : we have a wifi dumbnut
Kriti : stop acting gay now
Me : Hi-5*
Kriti : go dieeeeeeeeee >:P
Me : Me?
Me : You know..
Me : Make this convo interesting?
Me : Dont talk like a corpse!
Me : This is going in my blog. =D
Kriti : i wont i wont i wont means i wont >:P
Me : So, spice it up with your lameness.
Kriti :  lmao you 're so sick i should spice it up tha ki tere blog interesting ho jae (:| >:P
Me : Obviously?
Me : Coz then..
Me : I care for you..
Kriti : :O :O :O WTH?! :O
Me : So don't want people to know how absolutely boring you are!
Kriti : go dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee mean insaaaaaaaaan
Me : =))
Kriti : and care for me :))  tu thik hai na??
Me : EpicWIN!
Me : Aarey..
Me : That was sarcastic.
Kriti : i know >:P
Me : I don't care for you.. You know that :P
Me : GOOOS! :D
Kriti : yes yes i do know
Me : Ok now.. Stop it duckhead.. Lemme paste this in my blog. =D
Kriti : :/ why are you so lame

And yea, this is long.. But, we fight like this always. =D

Well well.. Here is a toast to the new argument that is gonna brew up after this :

Please, FGS stop getting any lamer, CIRCUS CLOWN? :))

So, till next time. Ciao! =)

Top 3 players Barca should buy

In the wake of the June transfer window, Barca have decided to pursue 7 players. Here are the top three players that Barca should buy among Sanchez, Rossi, Pastore, Fabregas, Neymar, Willian and Angel.

1. Alexis Sanchez
Okay. So he is the top talk of this window. It is understandable though. After all, Manchester United, Manchester City, Chelsea, Barcelona and Real Madrid are behind this young, 22 year old, lad. He has shown real passion and skill since his return into the Udinese starting line-up in 2008. His main plus-point is he can be a winger as well as a forward. He has remarkable capacity to improve. His scope in becoming a class apart are high. Pretty high.
The Blaugrana have a specialised game play. A unique style. Fierce and vivacious. For a young player to fit in here is difficult. Especially, if he is not trained from birth at the La Masia. But considering Sanchez, he has the full capability to cope up to the Catalan game play and can accommodate himself quite comfortably.
He should be one sure-shot buy for Barcelona to be able to compete to the same level as other teams this season.

2. Giuseppe Rossi
He is another excellent player. He can probably be the striker Barcelona deserve. Considering about Barca's future, I see Rossi in the center with Sanchez and Messi on the wings.
So yes, I want him on the Catalan club. He is a good buy. He is promising. His skills are good. He can cope up with the unique style of FCB, just liek Sanchez, and he can do wonders on the pitch. Furthermore, if under-form, he can also support Messi and/or Sanchez.
Being the only true striker, he can be of great help to strengthen the team. Guardiola needs to think about Rossi on a very serious note and might just have to make some amendments and adjustments of funds to get Rossi to our side.
He would be my second choice this window.

3. Cesc Fabregas
Frankly speaking, he is my favourite, this window. He is the apt successor for Xavi and his brilliancy on the field can't be over-looked. Having trained in Barca's very own La Masia, he understands the Barcelona style of the game and can think likewise. His speed is also unmatched.
The fact that he was voted, many a times, as the player with most no. of assists is so compelling a fact in itself, for buying him.
You can't call him promising. 'Coz frankly, according to me, he has proved himself pretty much.
Valued at 55M, it is going to be difficult for Barcelona to manage his buy-in. but, I would suggest to Guardiola to let go Thiago Alcantara in a Player + Cash deal. Alcantara can always be bought back. But, we need Fabregas, immediately. We need him to be able to compete and cope up with the recent signings by Manchester United and Real Madrid, our biggest rivals.

As Random As It Gets - Part I

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NOT

This is NOT a blog. This is NOT a blog post. I am NOT a person. I do NOT have feelings. I do NOT have a heart. I do NOT get hurt by people. I do NOT respect people. I do NOT respect other's feelings. I do NOT respect elders. I do NOT talk properly. I do NOT stay calm. I do NOT stay peaceful. I am NOT peace-loving. I am NOT qualified enough. I am NOT good enough to be living. I am NOT worth wile to be known as a person. I do NOT deserve someone's love and affection. I do NOT deserve a loving, caring girl. I do NOT deserve my parents. I am NOT eligible to have good friends. I do NOT deserve this life. I do NOT deserve to sleep. I do NOT deserve ANYTHING.

Yes, for all those info-hungry whores and bastards out there, I'm depressed. I am totally fucked up.

Imagine how you'll feel when you know you've done it right and YET you are being blamed for every fucking thing that goes wrong. Imagine how it feels to be fed up of everything around you.

If you can imagine that, welcome to my world.


For years, I've known that the +2 level of the Indian education system is a khade lund pe dhokha. It is utter nonsensical and makes no mistakes in fucking a properly live-able life of an excellent academic.

Yes, I was an academic. I was an excellent student.
But now, I'm a failure. I am a low-life retard who has no self-confidence left. The self-confidence drained to such copious amounts that I don't believe I could ever excel in anything.

Such has my life been made by my peers, parents and friends.

All those people who come around saying, "Hey I'm your friend." are instead the biggest chutiyas and madarchodhs of this world.

Our peers are a bunch of bhosadikas and bhenchodhs. 

In totality, everyone around us are dirty assholes by heart. Such lowly douche bags who will sell you for money and success.

So in conclusion, I have kept my trust for people aside. A pure hate for mankind has emerged from the depths of me.

A hate which no one can subdue. Not even myself.

Take care, retarded mankind. I'll screw you'll someday. :)

The Drunken Bastards

The Drunken Bastards is a work of fiction. A small piece of crap-writing I had done for a friend's school tabloid. In reality, I never have been drunk to such monstrous proportions. 

After due consideration, this thought finally struck me. Unusually though, this term 'Drunken Bastards' was coined by my mum for my brother and me.

Yea, she can be real cocky sometimes.

It was a cool Friday night. The clock showed 12:13 am. Location: Brother's friend's house. Somewhere about 30 - 40 km from my home. It was the mid August. A week before my birthday. Or probably two. Although I must say, that was the sulkiest birthday of my life. Anyway, I met up with my bro and his friends. They were gonna give me a kind of "divine intervention".

This intervention was about making me a tough guy. Turning me into a Man.

Seriously, I find drinking and smoking for showing off pretty rubbishy. All those lafanges aaur chutiyes do that. Back to the story, 12:13 am, at a friends house 30 - 40 km away, we all sat down to drink. 

I guess no one taught them not to mix drinks. But well, they had an assortment. 3 khambe of Smirnoff's Vodka. (Citrus, Green Apple, Vanilla), 3 khambe Kingfisher Premium, 4 Royal Stag (60ml), 1 khamba Old monk and Gin & Tonic. Needless to say, finishing all that in 3 hours would seem mammoth. But it wasn't. The mammoth task was to drive back home the following morning. We were drinking until 3 am and the next morning, we had to drive back home before everyone got up. Unplanned and uninformed trips do cause a lot of stir. 

We all sat down to drink, laughed-talked-ate-drank. Slept. 

The only thing I remember from the next morning is me having a horrible headache and with a bump on my head. The rest of our little troop, loitering around. One guy seemed to have lost his pants somewhere. Which, we found later in the end of the compound under a pile of muck.

Surprisingly, my bro did remember everything. 

What happened actually was we all finished all them hard drinks in a couple of hours. Later, one by one, the drinks started hitting us.

First up, Shinchan (NC), started puking right away. I remember till that part when we threw him outta the house. He supposedly, went out, puked his ass out on the compound wall and fell of it. That pro, got up came back into the compound, slipped on his puke and fell butt-first. Thus, the pant, which he left off due to the stink, which we found at the end of the compound.

Next up, me. According to my bro, I started dancing around to some sad ass song, and fell head first onto the center table. Then I sat down and cried! LOL! Later on, fell asleep while Emraan Hashmi was seducing Mallika Sherawat in Murder.

The rest all went off one by one.

Next morning,

We got up at 5:15 am. Got dressed and drove back home. In the process of driving back home, we got caught by a traffic hawaldar. And, faintly I remember being in the police station. 

I remember taking with me Rs. 5k, and on returning, I just had Rs. 20 with me!

And till date, I haven't had any budget of that sort as to where those Rs. 5k went!! :|

Back home, I got spanked bad by dad and mum. Mum even thought of disowning me. ROFL!

And, the dust settles down.

Today is the happiest that I've made her. Yep! And, I'm proud of myself. I should become an author, what say?

Coming to the topic, finally, my friend and I've set aside our differences and go back to what we were. Yea, it's been about a month since we have been in touch. And, I also do agree that it will take a while before things go back to their original places. But for now, as the blog title says, the dust has settled down. And when the dust has settled down, building a road isn't as mammoth a task it would be otherwise.

It feels good to be back to the life you had. Where everything is perfect. 

The feeling you get when everything's perfect is priceless!

Skipping all that, I really need to get my acts up in DotA. Yea, for all those addicts, I play DotA in Garena and my id is mr_criminal. 

Apart from all this, the main reason of this blog post is that I'm bored. I'm bored yet happy to the core. I so wish I get a reality check to see whether all this happiness is for real or surreal.

So.. Seeya next time. Ciao! :)

Some Memories, Untold..

Yea.. This blog post HAD TO be done. It is a long while since I've written how I feel about this certain princess.

To start off, she is perfect.

It is like the word 'Perfect' is made for her. 

So, we met a couple of months ago and clicked. Instantly. You know that sometimes some people say 'Love at first sight?'. Well, I've experienced that. :)

And you know the best part? Cheesiness is NO WHERE in the picture. It is awesome to be together yet not be cheesy. Be close yet not suffocating. Be in love yet not feel nauseating.

This small blog post is dedicated to that person in my life. And for others when they feel the same too. :)

Yea, I'm blogging too fast, but I gotta dump all these thoughts about various things out in words!

Also, consider this my FIRST and LAST post about this person. Because I've learnt a lesson from someone, some things are meant to be private. Not to be publicized.

Catcha later folks. Ciao! =]

The Twins

I agree, she disagrees. She agrees, I stomp her down and have it my way.

Yea, my sister. My twin, Kishu Jain. She is one person I open up fully with. Right from the most embarrassing moments of my life to the most retarded shit talks. Every tiny little thing, I share with her.

AND, you know the best part? She is my e-Sister! NEVER in my wildest dreams would I've imagined getting an awesome sis like her anywhere among the people around me.

A typical convo of ours :

*phone rings, she picks up*
Me : Amma.. Kaisi hai? (Yea, I call her Amma to irritate.)
Kishu : Kutte.. Mai theek tu bta?
Me : Mai toh mast re kutiya.. ! Kya karri?
Kishu : Tujhse baat.
Me : Kya paka ri hai be. Chutiya hi hai tu. -.-
Kishu : Jaa be kuttad.. Mai nai, tu hi hai! >:P
Me : Jo bhi. Paka mat ab. So jaunga. *yawn*
And blah blah blah blah..

We go on like this for hours. The longest we've talked is for about 7 hours. :))

This is her, sitting on the footpath. :P

According to me, this is her cutest pic.

Well.. one thing is for sure, she is the second most treasured person for me. There was a time in between when she was the first.

But now, the first position has been taken over by someone else. 

P.S : I don't want Kishu to go to the Biyani Girls College of Engineering, Jaipur. Because they don't allow cell phones! >:P ASSES!

P.P.S : Anybody getting any bad ideas, please fuck off.

Follow her on Twitter!

Till then, see you. :)

For the weird blog name. :|

OFFICIALLY, this is my blog now. :D

And, for all those still pondering over the title.. It is inspired by Source Code. yea, the same awesome movie which starred Jake Gyllenhaal.

Now, don't expect me to explain the whole idea behind this blog title. Go and watch the movie. Awesome it is! \m/

I have been contemplating the thought of setting up my blog for quite a while now. Though I have tried doing it once before, needless to say, I was bored. Bored to the core to keep it updated and to think of anything to write to. Not that I didn't have anything to write. I have a shit load of things going on in my head. But, as my dad says and I quote, "Laziness is killing you, Samrith." :|

And, I have always looked at him like the usual, average regular teenager looks at his dad. Giving him the 'why is he behind me' look. NOW, after my results are out, I just went over to all those "3 minute advice" (My dad used to call them that-_-) that he had given me. A realization slap hit me hard on my face!! If only I had listened to him then, I would've been well off now. 

Regret.

That word mocks me everywhere I go. Everywhere I see.

A phrase from Never Back Down, "Every morning I get up, wash my face and look into the mirror and see myself. Disgusted."

What I'm arriving at is the basic fact that your parents are your ONLY well wishers. Try not to hurt them. Friends come and go. Parents stay. They stay on till the end of your life. Either physically or mentally. They are your driving force.

And if you think this blogpost is lame in any way, you will regret this later.

I promise you, you'll read this post somewhere down the line and think "If only..".

See you next time. :)