tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78550402011-04-22T06:37:50.324+05:30Hello.. I'm fat, geeky and what is generally termed as a loser. If you want to read what I have to say, you're welcome to it. If not... I couldn't care less.Concernednoreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855040.post-39883039454999987192007-12-01T19:06:00.000+05:302007-12-01T19:19:11.049+05:30

I'd forgotten about my own little domain of horrible on the internet until I was reminded about it last night. Little cobwebs here and there but it'll work with a little cleaning up. Actually... fuck that.. I'm too lazy to clean it up. You fuckers will just have to sit among the cobwebs and poisonous snakes that I released into the audience while you were in the bathroom.Been working for about 9

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I don't get you.But I want to be honest.I really don't get you.I see all of you out there with these really asshole guys.These fucking asshole guys who are pricks and don't deserve to be with anyone.But you want to be with these fuckwads.I don't get it.Now I'm not saying I'm a catch.But I'm a nice guy.And I'd treat you right.I'm not an asshole.So why are you with fucking pricks and dickweeds?What

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So you want to know what self-loathing is?I hate everything about myself.Everything.My skin.Do you know how sick it is to hate your skin?And not in the way that women hate their skin.I hate my skin.I hate every fucking inch of this skin.It disgusts me.I hate my face.It fucking sucks.It's not symmetrical and is disproportional for my body.I hate everyone.I hate youand youand youand you.But know

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You'll end up looking like a 10 year old boy.That is all.Stupid Ashwin.

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I've got a job now.I'm in Bangalore.I write comic books for a living (or at least I'm supposed to but that's a different post altogether)I'm earning a decent salary.And I owe it all to the Pogues.The Bangkok trip went fine. I found out that the people I've been learning animation from are a bunch of frauds and scamsters. I ditched them and explored the city on my own. Had a ton of fun, exposed a

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Alright... I'm heading out.I hope to be alive once this trip is done. Hope there's no bombs or crazy hookers with swords and uzi's. Well... maybe a little bit of the crazy hookers with swords and uzi's. Within a limit.I hope this trip doesn't suck. I hope I can have fun with the people I'm going with. And most of all... I hope I get to USE THOSE GODDAMN CONDOMS!!!See you all in 5 days. If I get

Concernednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855040.post-78027456695481108832007-01-07T02:29:00.000+05:302007-01-07T14:51:09.461+05:30

So I find myself at yet another one of those moments of life. Not a crossroads... nothing as cliche as that, more like a revolving door that I've been trapped in and running round in circles for years now; it may lead me outside but more than likely I'll be thrown right back where I began.I bought a pack of condoms.54321Ok... I guess by now you're done laughing. If not then stop. There's plenty

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I've had a love-hate relationship with women all my life. I love them they hate me. I know it's an old and bad line but so what? I'm not as psychopathic or bloodthirsty as I come off online and on this blog. Whoever's met me in person knows that I am uber-shy who's got more self-esteem issues than a bulimic 14-year-old girl. To be precise I just can't seem to get along with women at all. Not

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James Brown died on Christmas day.Fuck.It's just going to get worse from here on.James fucking Brown.Fuck.

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The applause of a live audience, the flashing lights, the trumped up music, the yelling, screaming and hooting, the crushing heartbreak of loss and the searing exuberance of victory are all what form up the rambling milieu of a television game-show.I love game-shows. I loved them as a kid and they're possibly the only program on television I can still tolerate to a great extent. Not for the

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As some of you know I've become accustomed to going to the local coffee emporium in the evening, especially during the times I'm supposed to be at class. (Don't tell my parents... at least not yet.) There I am sitting at my usual table, drinking my usual coffee, writing my usual incoherent blather when a certain song comes up in random play on my iPod. It's the theme song to the movie Shaft. You

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First of allYou know there's too many people playing the NFS games when you see a Hyundai Santro with rims and neon.Second of all.I've realised what I want to do with my life.I've realised what I've been put on this earth for.To burn it to the fucking ground.I dont mean that in the literal sense. That'll probably happen anyway when World War III kicks off in the next two years. Hell scientists

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I hate the media.I really do.They're the only ones in the world who make their careers from gossip and showing pictures of dead, mutilated people to a mass audience. Meanwhile movies rated over PG can't be shown on television.Each news channel now tries to outdo the other in selling their news. In the pursuit to race the other to the finish line of bullshit they hardly have time to check for

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I've noticed kids today.. around the age of 12-16 have... very materialistic ambitions as compared to people from my generation and hell... even our parents. These children of yuppies are all set to become like their parents and join a generation of trudgery and office work. I'm sleepy... it's 2am and I've been up since 7. Here's the horrible cartoon. Click This

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Here's another bit of horrifyingness that happened to me on that flight.Approaching Jaipur we ran into a desert storm (NOT the first gulf war operation that Daddy Bush inflicted upon Iraq) of sorts. The plane started-a-rockin' and a-rollin'. Up, down, sideways, diagonally every goddamn kind of motion. The pilot tells us it's a routine thing and apologises for the turbulence. I clutch at my arm

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One thing I hate is that I don't have superpowers. And since I don't have superpowers I have to travel with the rest of you normies i.e. on a plane!I was flying on a Kingfisher Airlines plane this time. 3 out of the six people who read this mess know why most people prefer to fly Kingfisher airlines. It isn't because of their "In-Flight-Entertainment System", it isn't because the leg-space

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I dont really have anything in particular to say.Listening to this song and the night before a flight always puts me in a nostalgic, romantic, happy with all the things around me kind of mood. Looking out my window I see the hundreds of headlights glittering on a stretch of open highway. All the fuckers with full beam on. Nevertheless it does make for a spectacular sight.I'm going home tomorrow.

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No there's no cartoon for Miles Davis. After the horrible one for Woody Allen... which by all rights I should remove but don't want to because of sheer laziness... I don't want to insult anymore of my mentors.Anyway, as some people might be aware, especially my Chilean friend (Hola Luis!) (I think they say Hola... i have no idea.) who told me about it, today is Miles Davis' Fifteenth Death

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That's pretty much all that needs to be said.Well... here you go.

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Don't you hate these people?The ones who needlessly argue over something that's completely inconsequential and argue over it as if their life depended on the outcome of the "debate." Now those who know me'll say, 'You're one of those goddamn people, you dumbass!' and to them I say, 'Well.. go to hell.' I can rant about what I want, who I want and when I want. And now... with only 2 hours of sleep

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Yeah, yeah I know the tv strike ended after only one day of no tv.There's really no context needed for this horrible strip and I'm too tired to type anything up.I've slept 4 hours in 2 days.. my stomach hurts.. my head hurts.. and I still managed to get this piece of shit comic strip out! Just for you!I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT!!here you go

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For all the three of you people who read this horrible blog comprised of my nightmares and the truth the demon pig-monkeys who live in my nostrils whisper to me, the time has come to Rejoice!! Yes! That's right! After 8 long ass months I have completed... ANOTHER horrible comic strip!!!!I accomplished this horrible task through some prodding by some evil people who apparently wanted another

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Hello.Well as you people from Bombay will have realised by now Cable tv has been temporarily shut down in protest of the police conducting raids on cable tv offices for continuing to broadcast movies and tv shows with ratings of A and U/A. This all began with this woman, Pratibha Naithani, filing a PIL reminding the courts of an old law that prohibited the broadcast of movies and tv shows with

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That's all.

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Can we really tell the difference as one year passes and the next one comes. Well here you can. I've been in absentia from this page for more than 6 months now. It's time to come back with a teeny bang. No horrible strips for a while. Laziness, melancholy, the silent yet deadly crushing of my spirit, hopes and dreams by everyone around me (Big smile and thumbs up to everyone involved!!) but

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I'm a nervous flyer as is, I didn't really need these visions while up in the air but at least I got a horrible strip out of them.Nothing says Merry Christmas like corpses falling out of the sky.

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Ok, I've been called a misogynist sometimes and I realise I might be a trifle misogynistic... ish, but most of what I say is in jest or when I become emotional from all those women out there hating me. Kidding! No really, most of what I say stems from self loathing (hey.. that's the title of the blog!) and no clear understanding of the concept of self-esteem. So no matter what I say or do...

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I've been reading a little bit about some feminists such as Andrea Dworkin and Eve Ensler, and well... I find their kind of stormtrooper scare tactics extremely hazardous to any form of unity that can be achieved between men and women. In my opinion feminism is a study which has done a lot over the past 30 years and still has a lot more to do, but using it to create disharmony between men and

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Feeling a little different today. Feeling kind of depressed, kind of elated. Just one of those moments, you know? When you feel like running down the street grabbing everything life has to offer, and yet you just know it’s a stupid idea.. and you know you’ll have to get off your ass to do it. And lord knows after not sleeping for 3 days that’s the last thing I want to do. Highly recommend

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I guess you might need some context for this horrible strip.Well yesterday Rajendra Maharaj (allegedly a great religious hindu leader) was disallowed to board a plane because he was carrying a Mace with him. This Mace is supposedly a symbol of power for him and must be kept with him at all times. (I could make jokes about the Mace being a phallic object... but I don't want to end up with a

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Quite a few years ago I came to a conclusion that I am indeed a misanthrope. I really do hate people, with quite strong hatred. Sometimes for unusual reasons, sometimes for reasons that are not unusual. You gotta admit... some people are just pricks and deserve to be booted off the planet.I'm not sure when this actually started, I was always a quiet person and am quite self-involved to a

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It has occured to me recently that I've begun to grow rather complacent with regards to my mental health. Not in any medical way, but in an intellectual capacity. Television and computer games, I have noticed are gradually eroding my intellect and turning me into a mindless potato. Those of you who know me personally, may have already noticed this in me since the past, oh seven or eight

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Well since the last attempt at creating a blog ended in dismal failure as I realized that I’m not punctual enough or diligent enough or even interesting enough to write a blog. None of that’s changed in the past year… but well I’m bored and this is just as good a thing to do as any. I may as well let you know the idea for a blog came to me after reading Transmetropolitan. (For the people who

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In all the achievements of mankind since we discovered fire... one of the biggest achievements we've ever had is MUSIC. Music is something indescribable. It can calm us when we're angry (for me anything by George Gershwin and Johann Strauss) and consequently can also make us act like primitive savage beasts (in particular for me.. Rattamahatta by ) It can make us want to tear down the industry

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Well, well, well... this is new... I don't even know what i need a blog for... but what the hell... everyone else has one... so why shouldn't I have a place to rant... Reviewing comics is not a forum where i can rant how i feel about the world, and all the fuckers living in it. That's right... I'm the New World Order's greatest enemy... a Nerd with an internet connection. Armed with the

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