Psychopaths and Mystery Writer

Have you ever watched Castle? Its a detective series. The lead character 'Richard Castle' a writer, shadows NYPD's detective Kate Beckett for his next novel and eventually they form an amazing partnership.
So, well, I absolutely love this show! Its mystery, fun, flirt, romance, tension; in all a perfect blend of everything. Now, after watching and re-watching the the first 3 seasons, I have certain observations about the show.

Disclaimer: These, if you haven't observed already, might totally change your perspective towards the show
Anyway, tada!

1) There are loads of innovative ways to get killed.
2) Like the fatality move in Mortal Kombat ('m an xbox freak :D) your body will always end up in, lets say pizza oven or frozen by liquid Nitrogen or hung upside from a fire-escape or I don't know, be a li'l creative!
3) The killer will always, ALWAYS be some one you knew closely and trusted enough to let in, in your house without any struggle.
4) The cops will suspect EVERY SINGLE PERSON who ever smiled at you.
5) Everyone you know will have a motive to kill you.
6) Everyone, even being innocent, will lie.
7) You might wanna thanks Alexis (Castle's daughter) because there is a 40% possibilty that the killer was caught because of some random shit that she said.
8) The killer will NOT be anyone who was suspected.
9) Killer will be caught only when Castle and Beckett have an ephipany, sitting at two different places, but at the same time, that'll be some 5mins before the show's about to end.
10) Also there are two super-powered guys in the show, Ryan and Javier. Why? Because they do the trickest jobs in the simplest way. So their job is to find stuff, what secret the victim has been keeping for months from the rest of the world? Who's who? Stolen stuff, hidden identities, everything.! And how long does it take them to uncover it? One shot of fight between Castle and Beckett; and they're good to go.
11) There is NEVER any kind of media disturbance, because your death is just not important enough!



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The Tax System!

Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy
with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. He said, "Since you are all such
good customers, I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks for the ten now cost
just $80."

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes, so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men -- the paying customers?

How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his "fair share"? They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from every body's share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay!

And so:
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free.

But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man, "but he got $10!"

"Yeah, that's right,' exclaimed the fifth man. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I!"

"That's true!!"shouted the seventh man. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only $2 ? The wealthy get all the breaks!"

"Wait a minute," yelled the first four men in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"

The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!

And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up any more. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

Courtsey
David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.
Professor of Economics, University of Georgia

Rain Rain, GO AWAY!

I would never understand what is it people find so romantic about rain. Importance, yes I get that: irrigation, water cycle, poor birds who die off looking for water; but the mushy cushy romantic bit I'd never get a hang of.
So, when I sit near my window and look outside at the rain (which by the way has been on, since forever now), I do not feel emotionally high, no pretty thought come to me, no day-dreams of my Prince Charming and definitely no violin based background score.
Instead, I see myself carrying a poor umbrella, fighting the winds, saving my bag, cell phone, watch from the out-pour. And ofcourse my jeans, which looks like it's been washed in mud. All the dirty water screws up your shoes and feet! Which in turn makes you sick. Result: you wear shorts to save your jeans and jacket to save yourself. Huh :x
And if that wasn't enough, all the insects look for shelter in your bedroom and your mom wont allow you to have Gol-Gappe because the rain makes everything so 'unhygienic', again, this I dont understand :|

But there's a plus point too and a hugggge one for that matter, you get to push your friends in the dirty stinking water which actually makes up for all other shitty stuff that rain brings :D


xoxo

Cute-hearts

Following is, without any doubt, the cutest conversation I've ever come across.

-Ahem ahem??
-Hmm?
-Kya hum boyfriend-girlfriend hain?
-Nahi toh.
-Hmm.
-Hum?? Hum toh soul mates hain ♥


Dear girls, if a guy is ready to appear stupid in front of everyone you know, just to make you smile, MARRY HIM. Because to have found him, you're the luckiest person alive.

Live. Love. Laugh.

xoxo

Yes, I Blog!

So, here I am in a college : Not totally a new place, not all fresh new faces. I have found some great people who turn out to be awesome friends but zero obligations.
So I keep to myself.
And it does feel good this way.

I don't have a group 'group' and I don't always hang around crowd.
I like quiet, I like solitude and I like to write. So, I blog.!

I'm not a loner. I just like the concept of small family; leads to less complications.

xoxo

Year Drop

Today, 28th May 2011, is possibly the most important day for my life ahead.
To understand that, lets rewind.
I passed my 12th with commerce background and I was possibly the worst commerce student ever. Because my heart was always with Law. And no, I'm not exaggerating, its as true as dramatic it sounds. So, after preparing for 1 year for CLAT (Common Law Aptitude Test), I got sick, bad, a week before my exam, to be hospitalized immediately and operated on THE day. And being as arrogant as I've always been, I hadn't appeared for any other exam.
The only option was an year drop. Which at the beginning was boring as hell and torturous and discouraging.
Its not easy seeing all your friends starting new life, hating their college, abusing their mess; while all you do is nothing. If there was one advice I'd share was, never take an year drop, never.!
But then eventually you pull yourself together and as slow as possible, you start studying. So did I :)
This past one year was devastating, delusional and somehow still the most fruitful year of my life. I learnt guitar, one thing that had always attracted me, but I never really had time to pick up. I started blogging again, made my blog l'il attractive, although never publicized it enough (not even yet). I went to Indonesia, celebrated my parents 25th wedding anniversary and made a great friend, by far my greatest asset.
And by the end I was happy, way more than happy. I did everything I'd have wanted to do. The only thing left was CLAT.
So I studied, did my part and the exam somehow went well. It was to decide my college life, which for various reasons was going to change my life and not only in a career oriented way. You see, all my life I'd wanted to settle in Bangalore, starting with college, but the way last year turned out, all I wanted was to stick around the people I love. It would have never happened had I not being around the most wonderful people in the world

So, If I was to thank one person for everything I've achieved, I would keep my mouth shut. Because everyone close to me has been so supportive that leaving anyone out would be unfair.
I'd thank dad, for every 1 hour embarrassing you-are-not-studying-enough speeches.
I'd thank mom, for every 5min comforting words after dad's speeches.
NJ & Simmi, for simply bearing me.
Honey, for constantly scaring me regarding the no. of seats and blah blah.
Ashu, for giving me the time to study and not disturbing when I was studying.

I would have never suggested a year drop had I not being the position I am right now, but from this end it doesn't seem so bad :)
And in all this, why was 28 may so important? Because today I was assured my wish has come true. Of course I mean by the result, which wasn't so bad either ;)


xoxo

Code of Chatting

Some how, mostly internet has narrowed down to one thing and one thing alone : Chatting. Its addictive, relaxing, informative (if gossiping is your forte) and fun, so I heard. Personally I've never been a fan of chatting. Its lethargic, methodical and in various small and frequent doses, awkward.
I always wished there was this written down 'Code of Conduct' for chatting and since I didn't want one from someone else, here is my version of it.
Enjoy
xoxo

• Don't start with 'wassup'. Seriously, its so irritating. 'wassup?? wassup??' You wanna know what is up? ITS THE CEILING. Just raise your head and check it.!
• If someone starts with 'wassup' please don't say ceiling, its just rude.
• Don't use capital letter, WHEN YOU USE CAPS IT MAKES THE READER FEEL LIKE YOU ARE SHOUTING, unless you are shouting, then you're good to go.
• Wanna kill a chat? Just walk away, don't reply 'hmm' to every question. Its makes the other person wanna kill you.
• Just because you're a girl doesn't mean you have to wait for the guy to pop first. Its a l'il lame.
• Excess use of smiley is weird (trust me). Then again, plain words won't help expressing your tone correctly (mostly with being sarcastic).
• Don't get way too personal way too quick. Asking about the relationship status in the first convo is avoidable, so may be you'd wanna avoid it. Especially if you're talking to a person of opposite sex (which, lets face it, is always the case).
• Flirting is not banned. But make sure you've reached that comfort level first. Otherwise its just desperate and sad :p
• Its gonna sound totally unlikely me, but yes, small talks can do wonders.
• Again, if the person's trying for small talks, reciprocate.
• And ya, its 'lol' not lolzzz or lolllll and its definitely not lollaa.
• If you are a person like me, who'd tend to get knocked down when people try to be nice and friendly through chatting, just stay offline. It sure helps.

Finally, in a slightly unrelated note, never send a private message like 'please add me' NEVER.

Father's Day

I found this poem somewhere on the net.
No idea who the poet is and the title's mine too.
But as soon as I read it, I felt like its worth spreading.
Do give it a shot.
xoxo


Father's Day

Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.




There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet
Children squirming impatently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
Each student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one"
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offened her,
As she smiled up at her mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
"My daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.
Cause my daddy's always with me
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart."
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
You see he was a fireman
And died just this past year.
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
And then she closes her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they say before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy."
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

I Wonder

How does it feel to be dead? I have no idea what death means. Or why is it scary; isn't it just like sleeping: you lay down, close your eyes and Rest In Peace?
How you ever felt nothing? The taste on your tongue when you're not eating anything? Or why the time while you're sleeping feels non-existent?
Why do we notice our hands' presence only when it hurts? Put your hand up and try not to feel the air around it. Feel your hand for a change. Feels weird, right?
Everyone is worried about the end of the world, but if all living soul, ever organism is finishing at ones, whom to worry for and why?


When I sit to think about all this, my mind gives me more questions, enough to make me forget looking for the answers. Well, isn't this the problem with all of us. We search around, everywhere without knowing what to look for. There are so many options, so many ideas and so many problems that sticking around to one becomes impossible. And when we force ourselves to hang onto something, it eventually looses it's charm and we loose the passion.

No clue if life is short. And I definitely do not know what that phrase mean. But what I do know is that it's just one. You can't make or break it. You can live. You can smile. You can share laughs.
Life is not such a complex issue. What only matters is happiness. Money, success or fame are just different ways to grab that.

It's easy to complicate. But that's not how it's supposed to be done.
Everyones got problems of their own but every problem comes with its solution-soulmate. And 10 years later when you'll look back it'll all seem like a story: nothing so difficult that it couldnt be taken care of. Remember to be good from within, yes, it won't change the world or stop the possible next world war, but it'll be satisfying. Because if life has any meaning at all, it's living.



"I was just wondering if anyone else ever wondered about all this :)"
xoxo

All About Nothing

And now after I don't know how many days, I'm in a mood to 'fill in the blog' ! I do feel like writing loads of crap right now, but I have no idea what should I write about.
Looking for topic, reminds of the speech I once gave in the morning assembly.
Ah ! My 'school's morning assembly'. This phrase can bring back so many memories that I can put up two more posts. There is a lethargic pattern, on how the assembly works. It all starts with the morning prayer: join your hands, close your eyes and follow the choir. Then Thought of the day: a thought (seriously, what else) then the Todays news headlines are: it always follows the same pattern, always ! Finally a Speech: they always had the same way of starting, ending and executing.
So when it was my turn to get up on the stage, I wanted to speak on a different topic, something that everyone would remember, that would show my individuality; And thats exactly what I spoke on : Stand For the I. The speech went well and encouraged me to try again. And thats what brings us back to the 'TOPIC'
Two days before the second speech IE Monday (I gave speeches only on Thursdays, thought it was my lucky day) I was looking for a topic to write on, again the same feelings: no repeated, boring topic. I felt like everyone should be a little creative on what topic to speak about, and then I was like 'why not?' So thats how I ended up giving a speech on the topic Topic. 
Topic is a very interesting topic to speak on.
I started the speech okay! Halfway down, I lost my words. Lost the jest. And finally lost the idea that I was standing in front of 2500 students, meaning 5000 thousands ears (and the teaching staff off course) and so very bravely, I said one pure simple word: SHIT.
Turned out Thursdays were not so lucky after all.
Although I considered myself Lucky, it was always confusing that what exactly did 'luck' mean? If you're reading further expecting I'd have some well thought out theory, ha ha! I have no idea :|
Doesn't matter so much, right? Well, not to me at least. Or maybe it does. I'd never push the scarce amount of luck bestowed upon me :D
eh! I think I should stop writing now :p

Anyway there ends my 'fill-in-the-blog' feeling.
And if I 'have to' add an advice in the post, I'd say : Don't update your blog when you're in a bad mood, it wont make much sense. *if you know what I mean*

xoxo