t isn't terrorism, it isn't death, it isn't global warming, its emotion. Emotion is mans greatest foe and it will always be. The easiest thing to manipulate, alienate, malign and use. Emotion, be it love, hate, sorrow or happiness, is the crux of all mankinds problems. Sounds cold, does it not? A world devoid of emotion. An ideal world. Perfection.

Imagine, the song by Lennon spoke of similar points, this is just going one step further. Emotion is what causes trauma, trauma which is again, an emotion but then so is happiness. Happiness again cannot exist without sadness or sorrow, for a man who does not know sorrow knows no happiness. Happiness is restricted by boundaries, boundaries which are frail and barely existent. Boundaries which are so easy to pass that we may never find the area they hold once we pass them. The bounds of happiness once entered and exited are usually never the same if entered again. Things change, people change, thoughts change and feelings change. Its a constant whirl of change. An amalgamate paradoxical whirlpool of convoluted anguish. It has long been life's bete noire. For an individual to be happy he needs to feel sorrow. Sorrow is a compulsory vague cause of happiness. We fight against the feelings of sorrow not knowing that we fight against the very emotions that make us feel happiness. Everyone is "in pursuit of happiness" as they term it, there seems to be an empty void in our life that we tend to refuse to acknowledge, a void so gapingly large that we look for temporary means to fill that void. Some fill it with the belief in a supernatural power, some fill it with a special person, some with hate, some with ideologies and some just try to forget. There are a lot of things that are left to the unknown in this world, some for which we may spend a lifetime searching for and some which we search for despite them being right before our eyes. We look for the means to recognize the agent of completion of the void gap that engulfs us, every second of the day. This my friend, is the Holy Grail of our time. We all want to find ourselves, soul seek basically.We search for the various factors that determine our behavior, the conditioning of our minds the reason we are the people who we are. We seek to let go, we let go to gain, to gain a peace within us that frees us from desire. Buddha spoke of desire being the cause of mans problems. Desire is fueled by emotion. Emotion can also act as a catalyst to greatness or the biggest pitfall your short life has ever seen. Why do I say "short" life, because the insignificant span of time of a human beings existence is not enough to discover lifes truth.



This was an article written by me very long ago, a while after the Mumbai attacks which was one of the influencing factors of this article.

Hi, I'm Rahul. My friends call me ...Rahul. My parents call me Rahul. My grandparents call me (yes you guessed it), Rahul. My ex however, calls me an a*****e. Either way, you're in my dominion now. So, I'm Mr. Rahul to you. I'm what most people refer to as obnoxious, unreliable, incompetent and an absolute waste of space. No wait, thats the Indian Government.

Anyway, I seem to be on this trip now where I have absolute mindless fascination for physical sculpting popularly known as body building. Yes, the builders. The builders remember, not the architects, certainly not the masons and we definitely don't pose for free*. Started by Mahatma Gandhi in the early 1930s bodybuilding steadily gained momentum in India. In fact the Dandi Workout is one of the most effective workouts of all time. It involves weight lifting, cross country running, swimming and mating at the same time. This leads us to the ultimate bodybuilding secret, the walking stick.

The walking stick has many properties, it can be used to tone your sides, support for those squats and doubles up as an effective threat to an annoying bystander when you say you're going to jam it up his ***. An effective use of the Dandi Workout can also give you great gains and make you so huge and iconic that there will be wrestling cards exchanged of you on which some people put unique numbers and refer to them as currency notes. You can buy beer with those.

Follow the Dandi Workout and you will have the most killer gains, that ripped six pack to flaunt at the beach or while skinny dipping or while streaking across an India-Australia match (beware of the Racistitis Retardis, a species commonly known as Andrew Symonds) . Because as Gandhi said "I want full freedom for the full expression of my personality".




* Terms & Conditions apply.




Signing off from Hyderabad,
Yours Truly.

I usually do not post forwards but this is a MUST SEE!

This post is dedicated to a really really good friend of mine who met with an accident and is in bed. Yes, this is to make your laugh. Or at least try to :) . I just hope your head doesn't hurt harder after reading this.

Let me first bring to your notice the cause for accidents, they happen very often when you're looking at that super hot Katrina Kaif poster on the billboard and forget the fact that other vehicles exist. Yes I know, Katrina does have that effect on people. Recently in the U.S. when some people realized that the water was at a higher level than usual and that it was blocking their view of the television screen, they looked above them and realized that their roof was missing. This strange phenomenon occurred over various areas of New Orleans till finally the people finally came to the most obvious reason for this occurrence, the same as they did for various others such as The Great Depression and the like. In more obvious words they came to the conclusion that "its the Jews.". They then named the disaster after the numerous disasters that occur while an unsuspecting driver is ogling at that Katrina billboard, they called it "Hurricane Katrina".

Apart from that I had a decent weekend. In fact, I had a nice seven course meal over the weekend, in other words a sandwich and a six pack of beer. But then, I went into this mood where I wondered where my life is heading and that I needed to plan for the future. So I bought some more beer.



PS : For the person whose post is dedicated to, please replace Katrina Kaif with Abhishek Bachchan wherever necessary. Yes, I know it wasn't called Hurricane Bachchan (see, who the heck cares about Abhishek Bachchan anyway!).

The Villa

Have you ever been to a place which welcomes you with super duper hot belly dancers and pole dancers gyrating to a Gothic rock track? Well, neither have I.

The Villa however, comes fucking close. The two killer bikes at the entrance have a welcoming feel to it and the nice homely ambiance makes you feel at home. Not like you have two killer bikes at the entrance of your home, no, you're not that cool....yet. Thats not counting the hookah that The Villa has to offer inside, some of the best flavors from the various regions of the planet. Best part is, its tobacco free.

What most people do not know is that, one of the owners, some crazy madass baava (commonly referred to as Parsi) named one weirdass name like Ashdin Patel, was actually on a cruise liner for five freakin years. By cruise liner, I'm talking a seven storey high ship, around one kilometer in diameter with two swimming pools loaded with super duper hot chicks. Apparently this crazy baava seemed to work on that ship as a chef for five years, or so he claims. However, the food at The Villa is a testament to this claim. Nutritious, filling and god forsakenly tasty, it makes the appetite challenged indulge in the tempting delicacies of the place. Scrabble, chess and other board games are available to those with a more intellectual outlook. Some people like the writer of this article have remained unbeaten at chess till date at The Villa inviting worthy opponents to have a go. The Villa is not for the technically challenged either, Wi-Fi enabled, this place walks the walk and talks the talk as well. Located in Sindhi Colony, a place reputed for its aesthetic value in feminine glamor, this place is the place to be if you're low, high or high even. Preferably high. A place with charm, good spirits, better company and a killer menu, The Villa happens to be the place to be.


PS : Did I also mention the fact that this is Biker Hangout Central, check the place out on Sundays, alternate preferably, just make sure you glue your jaw together in case it touches the floor one too many times.

5:58 AM me: Dude, I need to ask you a question man

11 minutes

6:09 AM technofarhan: sure tell me

6:10 AM me: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?

technofarhan: wa ??

me: Does he look like a bitch?

technofarhan: NO !

6:11 AM technofarhan: "so y did u fuck with em " hehe

technofarhan: the only person who can do that ...is his wife

me: Marcellus Wallace dont like to be fucked by anyone but Ms. Wallace

6:12 AM "what did he do, fuck her? " //

me: no no no no no man, gave her a foot massage

technofarhan: then what did Marcellus do ?

6:13 AM me: Threw his ass out of the balcony man

N*gga fell four stories , since then he kind of developed a speech impediment technofarhan: thats a damn shame ....

play with matches you get burned ..

6:15 AM me: Don't be tellin me about foot massages, I'm the foot fuckin masta, I got my technique down and everything

technofarhan: would you give a guy a foot massage?

6:16 AM me: fuck you

From the very first moment I laid my eyes upon you I knew you were the one. You seemed to shine with delight.

The first time we touched, it felt like the suns warmth in all its glory. I always admired your figure. Your figure was always so fine that my eyes gleamed when I looked at you with pride. I could never take my eyes off you. The first time we went out, we went down a lane and spent time together in a lofty dreamy state. We have a relationship that others would be envious about. I saw the way you looked radiant when I bought you that gift that would adorn your figure. I love every moment I spend with you.

Oh yes, I love you, you sexy bitchass 350 cc , single cylinder, 18 BHP mean machine you!!!!

*Dedicated to my Enfield ;) *