@Nanga Fakir

You have no friends and no one likes you.


XD

Uh yeah, this is (not so) unusual.

Now I know this blog has a certain image to it.
It talks about shit and all kinds of it.
I am also aware that I don't address issues. Important ones or the more important ones that have Rakhi Sawant in them.
I also know that that what I am going to talk about in the next few lines is of zero importance when you look at the big picture but I am going to do it anyway.

What happened on the 16th of December in our country's capital, New Delhi was sad. Sad beyond belief. There are several reports on rape and assault making some news every other day. What I am trying to say is, my feelings on the issue is merely a result of the hyper activity among the media, social activists, politicians and to put it bluntly, the mob.

Since I happen to be a person who prefers watching Thappad Padega Henry/Bas Karo Henry on Cartoon Network or Naseeb Apna Apna on Zee Cinema, what happens in the country, what happens of the popular opinion on the most popular current affair, the latest reason for the awakening of our nation and its people and all those kinds of things mostly doesn't affect me. Why? Well, I am not here to give justifications for my inability to feel for everyone and everything.

The thing is, this is not supposed to be a post where I say something profound or share a new vision or criticize the social media, comment on the people who wish for the rapists to be castrated or say as much as a word against the women's liberation activists who seem to be capitalising the situation well enough or anything about the law enforcement issues in our country and the inevitable politics that comes along with all of this. I will not comment on the the social barriers between men and women in our society, how this whole thing has somehow become a supposedly complicated and philosophical question that addresses the age old arguments on women v/s men, how everyone is fucked by the language they speak, how women are protesting saying "police ko apne haath mein choodiyaan pehen leni chaahiye", not realising that if they stand for equality, they are just not doing it right. I will not even try to figure out why women want to be treated as equals in the way the word equal means but make it a big deal when the police beats them with sticks much like they beat the other male protestors. I watch people rant without knowing what they are ranting about. I don't use the word 'mob' because those who are aware of what it means get offended. The internet has become a grand theater these days. Very rapidly everyone's Facebook picture is changing into black dots and more rapidly it is changing back into beautiful pictures of themselves in designer clothes that they could just not resist showing off. Ignorance is a strong trait in us. As disappointing this whole situation is and no matter how ridiculous everyone appears over the internet, most people just don't care to think. They are raged by something obviously hideous that happened a few days ago. I see people quoting various newspapers and magazines and putting it up as their status message telling others to copy the same message and demand capital punishment for the rapists. They don't understand that screaming off over the internet is only good enough to be used as a sub-sub-sub-sub story in a one hour argument on NDTV that has a quirky, opinionated news commentator (rather than a new reporter) playing judge for the arguments exchanged between four feminazi women seated in the studio and one minister representing the government, over the phone. People don't really care and somehow, they just do. It all just goes down to what's fresh and what's latest. Is it your birthday, the best day of your life, the day Sachin got retired, the day before Christmas, Christmas, the day you went out on the streets with thousands of others with a candle in your hand, the day you argued we should hang perverts by law, the day a girl got physically used by six men, the day her friend got beaten up for trying to save her?

The black dots just come and go. It doesn't matter. Sad.


PS: This gives this blog a new label- When I am Serious.

Change

I logged into my blogger yesterday and noticed how I always had picture of Yuki Nagato as my display image. A rare expression on her.
Anyhow, I thought I should change it. Since every website is different and what it has to offer is different and because I almost detest the idea of having my own picture on blogger and because I fancy "no one knows who I really am" on blogger and most of all because I am after all a design student, I thought "what the heck, let's make one!"

Case No. 1: By how the ideals go, less is more. I came up with this:

Photoshop with basic shapes
and  my latest, most favourite font,
Walkway Ultrabold

Case No. 2: Because I am my own fail inspiration, I like to draw myself and because I changed my hair last month and now have a D-fringe (I am not sure if that is what it is called - shame! I study in a fashion college), I thought "what the heck, let's try drawing that hideous face with epic hair and new glasses."

Keeping the loony expression of Yuki Nagato (current display image) and my ultra volatile personality (strictly over blogger) in mind, here's what I came up with:

(Watercolour on fail (print) paper)

Case No. 3: Or maybe just a picture of my new glasses (bigger and better in strong contrast to less is more, Case No.1)

I don't click good pictures even with an object
that doesn't move and a camera that's called Nikon d5100.
Maybe, it's the lens (15-55mm VR)

So, you guys can go ahead and tell me which one you'd prefer. No. 1, 2 or 3? 

Obviously, I am not going to take your feelings into account before changing the picture. It's just a game I wanted play.
Cha!

And We're Back Again

Would it be a good excuse if I said I got busy with life?
Would it be a good excuse if I said I have a boyfriend?
Would it be a good excuse if I said I was traveling around the world discovering awesomeness?


Guess not.

All lies, all lies, all lies!

Anyway, Hakumei-Sama's alter ego tried and has begun trying again.
Visit the fail at f@rt Art. Drop in expert comments, ridicule, appreciate.. whatever suits you best.


Updates shall be put up every now and then on both the blogs.
Hope I keep my word this time around cause I keep coming back here anyway. Aye?

What sucks more?

Comparing things/situations/people is only obvious when one tends to think.

Like I was just wondering what sucks more. The fact that I couldn't clear NID or the fact that I did clear NIFT.

Have some more of those.
What sucks more..
Carrying no lunch to school or carrying some Parle-G biscuits?
Writing about yourself in your blog or writing about other people instead?
Not doing anything constructive or doing something totally destructive!?
Talking real or talking like a fool?
Being bad at Mathematics or holding wannabe knowledge of it?
Empathizing with a cynic or listening an optimist speak?
Being uncool or feeling unwanted?
Reading a manga or wasting time?
Looking at a genius express mediocrity in the best of ways or watching a mediocre not being able to figure it out at all??


Seriously.
What sucks more?

Bejin Hakumei updating her blog or just leaving it dead?

Updates

After the fail Hindi post, I think it's time I put in some updates from my side.

1. Yeah. It's been a long while. I missed blogger, couldn't get the time.. blah blah. Shit.
2. Yeah. I flunked. Again.
3. For more details read up this post from a year ago. Link!


The one thing that I would seriously want to do is to erase this lame label on my blog that reads 'NID'. I mean seriously. Who do these guys actually select? Aliens from Hooga Land?! Anyway, no hard feelings NID buggers but you just lost out on a potentially brilliant, up and coming ...err, okay. Who am I trying to fool here..

So yeah. Catch is, I don't discuss it with my folks. I don't cry. I don't give direct answers to those who question 'so, what next?', 'are you okay?', I certainly don't feel good and yet I am not particularly torn apart either. So, WHY? Why do I have to log into my blogger and blog about it? Yeah, I too have troubles dealing with myself.

What's interestingly hilarious is the fact that not many people know about NID and I do this free advertising for them. If not as a design student, maybe they could recruit me as their advertising consultant or something. I mean look at it this way. I make it seem like it's such a big deal when I know it's not, cause many a fags do make it through this damned exam after all. I could too. If only I wasn't this big a loser. But I'll save the cribbing for some other time.

Anyway. All that is shit. The news is that my blog will have a brand new label.
Yeah!
No kidding!

(Junta: WTF is she making a big deal out of everything now!??)

The new label: Epic Fail

Thanks to this new gamer buddy of mine I nicked out a few not-so-new-but-totally-cool-nevertheless gamer words from his existing vocabulary. Words like n00b, pwned (owned), epic, fail etc. etc. Watch out for these words cause I now use them shamelessly, sometimes over exploiting their worth.
Pretty cool eh?

So yeah. In this new label I shall put forward all of my latest accomplishments in the field of Loserism. Since good things are almost like a miracle that could happen to me and bad things are what I am always full of, I guess this new label is going to be a huge hit (in my own little circle of nothingness) and have tons of posts (that is, if I chuck aside my laziness and start on with some blogging once again).

Seriously. What kind of people do these NID losers select huh? <---- Repetitively Annoying Bitch.


*deletes the NID label*

असुविधा के लिए खेद है

क्यारियों में जो फूल लगाये थे,
गधे सब चर गए।

Pessimism

There isn't much difference between liars and optimists.

Pre-Examination Mantra

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one!

Tutorials-II

Bejin is back on blogger once again and this time, with a new list of suggestions, tips and advise for her humble followers.


Lesson 2

How to look sexy in 10 simple ways:

1. Wear cool clothes. Now this one might come out as tricky, for everyone has an individual sense of style and fashion, but majorly, stuff can be broadly divided as cool and uncool. If you don't have faith in your choice, consult a relatively better and fashion conscious friend. If your friends suck much the same, please pray.
2. Accessories. This one is important in a religious sort of way. The kind of accessory you adorn, reflects your personality, taste and choice. Watches, arm bands, neck pieces, belts, beaded jewelery etc. come in this category. Take time to choose your kind of accessory and make sure you don't just wear anything and everything.
3. Elegance is crucial. Remember, everything is acceptable and even appreciated if it is elegant and graceful enough.
4. Keep it simple. People who overdo, suck. Simpleton is awesome.
5. The hair! A major area to direct your kind attention to. A good hairstyle makes the ugliest of creatures look good. This might not be an easy task for frizzy, curly and sometimes, even for straight haired fucks, hence, I suggest you consult a hairstylist.
6. Now because we really are discussing about how one can try to look sexy, talking about footwear is only natural. Mismatch and randomness doesn't help, neither does ignorance. The footwear must be well in sequence with the clothes. Imagine high heels on baggy pants and a lose T-shirt.
7. A good face always helps but if your parents were some alien from Hooga-Land, make-up is just the thing that might be of some help to you. For girls, simple black eye paint and lip gloss would be cool enough. Try a little blush on and eye shadow, if you know you can carry it off. For the guys, it's necessary to know if facial hair do you justice or not. Get a beard style that fits your face cut and features and you're done. Guys can't do much anyway.
8. Knowledge about oneself is necessary. One must be aware of their assets and hold the knowledge to flaunt it well too. Booby bitches, butt sexy hotties, clean chested guys, long legged females, muscular men, pretty handed lot, nice feet people, whatever, just be aware and do the needful.
9. Color scheme plays a crucial role. One could look sexy in a flashy orange and look pathetic in black if you don't do the selecting job well. Color matters. A lot! Wearing a green tie with a blue coat, white shirt and brown pants will lead you nowhere and a very matchy-matchy selection might be equally disastrous as well. So, a simple trick is to not wear more than three colors and make sure there is a little something to break the monotony of the scheme yet not hamper the elegance of the whole look. Wear what you can carry off well.
10. And in the end, I suggest you give up. On a personal level, I just know, some people can never look good no matter what they try to do, hence, just give up or... get a plastic surgery done and rob a bank in order to buy yourself expensive and sexy clothes, accessories etc.


PS: Out of all the crap mentioned above, pay heed only to point no.10 because it's the most well thought of, realistic and direct approach to this lesson.
PPS: Zetsuboushita? Well, just curse the sexy and pray to the Lord Almighty for a better face and physique in the next life.

All's Well?

Apparently not. No comments to fart back at, all thanks to recession.

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Sayonara, Zetsubou Me!

I was worried for long.
Why?
Well because I normally keep getting these suicidal mood swings which make me plan out schemes in order to carry out the related tasks, but all this while, a month or two to be precise, I was thoroughly contented. No motives, no evil, nothing gloomy, nothing bad as such and certainly nothing good.

Ah, normal bliss was what it was. And that's the very reason why I was so anxious.
I knew I had to take the blow someday. Each casually-normal-good-day brought me closer to my ultimate nightmare.
Yeah, academics it is, yet again.

In a matter of days my results will be out and I, with passive reluctance wait for the ultimate shit. I, sure as hell, can't escape this one!

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Reader: So? What's the point!?

Bejin Hakumei: Umm... zetsuboushita?

The L Factor and the Story of Being Officially Elled..!

We all hail the greatness of the F word but very few know the effness of the L word..!


It was only yesterday afternoon when I was thinking of how versatile the letter 'L' is. I mean 'L' stands for both Lawliet and Light. 'L' also stands for "lame", "lust", "lounge" and ultimately 'L' also stands for a term often associated with me.. that is, loser. Only little did I know that the same night I was going to be "officially" elled..!

Yup, most of you already know it and those of you who don't .. well, I haven't been selected for NID. So, the news is out and from now I am not going to crib on being called a loser. Instead, I am going to bow down Japanese style and humbly accept the tag.
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It all happened yesterday night somewhere around 10:00 p.m. I was happily chatting with my long lost buddy, Devika Misra when I suddenly got a call from a coaching friend telling me the NID results were out. Panicky and hyper, I joined my hands and prayed to the Lord to grant me this sole wish [for the first time in the past 6 years] Next you see me sitting with my dad, stuck on the computer screen, typing the site name and finally my roll number only to find out this:

IRA ANAND
Category: GEN
Sorry! You have not qualified for the 2nd Phase of NID Admissions for GDPD 2009-10.

Man, it was written in the most apologetic tone of all that made me wryly mock at myself for being such a mighty loser! My father who was at that time sitting next to me, moved away without saying anything a normal comforting parent would (I am kinda glad he didn't). And voila, next you see me calling, IMing, scrapping and texting the 'concerned lot' telling them about my result.
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Writing all of it here in my blog and making a public issue out of something I would have rather shared secretly with a friend makes me a drama queen but it's better than staying up all night and staring at the fan run steadily in the room's ceiling.

I always knew I had it in me.. I mean the L Factor but the fact got confirmed in a rather harsh way. Anyway, I would like to admit that the past two years have been amazingly extreme and being the cynical brat that I am, I pretty much enjoyed most of it; including yesterday's long and quiet night. And even though it was such a drag I bet it's one of those nights which I shall forever remember!
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Ah, feels good to be elled yet again

*laughs like a maniac*
*shoots herself*

~(X_x)~