my early life

Prelude: my early life.My early life hasn't ever been a bed of roses...not in my babyhood, not in my teenage..not ever. I have been shaped by the cruel hand of fate. Or I should say, in all fairness it is my friends who are to blame for everything I am today-good or bad, kind or unkind, or simply the pale and quiet individual that I have become, but never was earlier. The greater part of the change necessarily happened in the second school in my current city. This is to do again,with the topic I have discussed ad nauseum, i.e. the way I look .Seriously, does it even matter?But to these guys whom I considered my friends, it apparently did.I clearly remember one particular incident when I had put up a february fair stall on valentine's day...I had helped with the theme decoration, stall setup as well as hands-on work, logistics and all the other stuff that had to be done. But two classmates who were my ' business partners ' along with five others, were passably pretty. There you go, they didn't do as much work as had to be done, but they were praised for their efforts, clothing, sales, whatever while I was the constant recipient of veiled as well as open potshots directed at my looks...tell me, how is that fair?I was much more proactive than them in the work, and better at creativity as well..and frankly only after I passed out of that school did I realise that I'm not that ugly either.I have also been praised for my fashion sense all the time...but all said and done, these are the people still responsible for my low self image.AND I HATE THEM FOR IT!

list of overrated guitarists???WTF!

Well, this is about the latest dumb 'vote for the most overrated guitarists of all time' some young puppies made...god, they have been strumming a guitar for what, about a few years while the guys who figure on this fucking shabby excuse of a 'list' are downright legends..I'm no guitarist, but i certainly know my way around a piano, and that makes me a musician, and i write lyrics and compose and sing too.and my ear for guitar music is trained since i was in nappies..Seriously.and my father's a decent guitarist...so these assholes managed to get their hands on a guitar,and they think they know everything about how to play it ? The only reason i couldn't learn is because i didnt have time to learn! Forget That, but noone has the right to criticize legends in this immature and disgraceful way...CARLOS SANTANA???? JIMI HENDRIX??? WTF... These are the kind of legends figuring on this piece of shit! and some of these zombies actually had the nerve to comment that they or their friends play better than them..now this is an open challenge from me..play better than these GODS of guitar, and i will eat dust,seriously.

First: my class part 1[sprinkler and sour grapes]

Ok...it's no secret that I'm a student...though I won't reveal anything else..not that I'm scared of those B****** who call themselves my F****** classmates...I just want to maintain my own respectability cause this dark, angry self is just my repressed soul in a calm, tranquil self. Ok back to my class...It is sour grapes and sprinkler who annoy me the most..ok, sprinkler may have a slight, albeit inadequate reason for her abysmal behaviour..but sour grapes is a new student..she does not know the slightest bit about me, even what sort of person I am or what feelings I have for her.Every time she needs to say a curt line to me...yeah, needs, not wants, she contorts her hideous features into a grimace and uses a supercilious, almost imperious tone which I cant stand. The same holds true even for sprinkler ,though she just averts her glance as though I am not worthy of Her Highness' glance even. True, I may not be much to look at, but that is certainly not the way to behave with a classmate, ugly or not.Not to boast, but my IQ is definitely not lesser than either of them, if anything it is more. Plus, we are studying the same course, with the same major...so we should even have the same amount of knowledge about certain things[ I'm happy to say it's more in my case due my ISC background and probably even they know more in some cases]...So why the hell do they have to treat me and my classmate and best friend in that trashy way...more about this later

Intro-stuff I hate

Hey...this is my third blog actually. But the first for giving vent to the acidic feeling of hatred for every GODDAMN thing that's happening in this world...to me,to my country, to the world