The Compulsive Muser

Studying helps us to understand the world better, and your existence probably. So if I don’t have a book by me at all times and I’m following some reading pattern I assure myself I’m at a perpetual state of chaos. Musing over it brought me closer to the science of Chaos Theory. So a guy named Lorenz somewhere around 70’s made a conceivable idea of simplifying down the complex systems of the nature which at this current day is defying lines right from weather to the economics. Practically it can be applied anywhere, from your life to computer systems as well. There are several underlying concepts that govern chaotic behaviour. And if you so succeed in understanding those, it is somewhat evident to predict an unpredictable system. Such as weather. Sensitivity On Initial Conditions is a favourite concept popularly known as the ‘Butterfly Effect, as per which if the initial point in the system is same over a period of time , irrelevant of what magnitude of dynamics follow we can attain ...

Chuck Palahniuk may not be everyone's cup of  tea. With him , it's obvious what you're about to read has to be gruesome and grotesque in some way or the other. The book opens with the scene, where Mr Tender Branson  is narrating all the melodies that have struck a note in his not so happening and morbid life to a black box of a plane gone out of control. Since all younger sons of the Creedish 'Death Cult' are destined to become house cleaner, half past the book you will be thoroughly entertained with the intricate description of the routine meticulously written in Mr Branson's daily planner. Who even assists people on their already depressed lives and convince then to commit suicide on his infamously running hotline. Story halfway through gets a romantic twist when tender falls deeper into confusion spending time with a psychic woman, who stays committed to him when he takes on the national television to become a media cult. That's when things spiral out of...

It can’t be a worse day in Mumbai when constipation and humidity happen at the same night. I again caution my fussy readers, that further reading can be ‘gross’ for you. Ahhh. The relief mere farting can bring to a jam packed ass.  Anyhow this happens to be another curious event when I took another leisurely trip to the bathroom for evacuation of my bowels. Since I hadn’t developed the habit then to carry reading material in the bathroom unless it wasn’t for a school examination I was more left to my thoughts during the ‘potty times’. Silence, pluck - pluck and flush were the only noises made. And with reference to Shit Chronicles #1 I had made a point leave a last look at the pond before flushing (for those who haven’t read, I had passed black tarry stools which was a terrible sign of concern). I was horrified when I discovered the member accompanying my stool, a more or less deep brown coloured, fleshy and thick with spots and bulging black eyes. The was a fat toad next to ...

シ The world is yet indifferent to me, My mind floating at some other dimension, I yearn, I yearn, Accomplishing how is yet is an endeavour, Achieving big is not a favour, My heart settles for sanity, The mind for its insanity, I believe in will, Bringing on the task - time kill 🙌シツシソシ

Nothing makes me feel better about writing this post than on a night of constipation. Though unpleasant as it may sound ahead but if you've been at the same place(sitting on that bottomless hole) unaware of the creep that will fall down below, you know what can be worse than 'shit happens'. Sometime ago, rather a long time ago when I learnt the side effects that mere Combiflame can create when ingested upon a night of shivering and waking up to a symptom less morning. Not until the horrifying visit to the bathroom around noon. I never refrain from looking at the 'bottomless hole' for some unknown reason I do refrain to investigate upon though. Anyhow the finding this time triggered my curiosity and horror simultaneously without any progression of a similar state into subconsciousness fortunately! A mass of black tar deposited in the canal, and with an instant the water gushed it down further into the depths of the 'bottomless hole'. The doctors were infor...

Giving a  twenty rupee note has never been the same for me since my trip to Andamans. I always flip on the picture side of the note when paying to the auto driver and at times even tell them,that this place is not an paradise dreamt by the RBI governor nor a place where twenty rupee notes are grown and everyone is poor,it is North Bay in Andaman Islands.The photograph has been clicked near Harriet Forest Reserve. Port Blair. It's quite ironic that this place was chosen to be behind the note since twenty bucks are just good for  naariyal paani in this cocunut tree infested island. Travelling to Andamans is as expensive as a trip to Thailand/Malaysia(I'm no rich kid and have never stepped out of the country).Since everything is 'imported' from the mainland, prices are eventually doubled. Basic amenities even like milk is not produced for the masses in whole of Andaman and Nicobar Islands.Economy is relied on tourism only, the only service sector that exists yet no pove...

I was baffled.An emotion rarely visited when you've committed gluttony (in order to do some paisa vasool from the overpriced buffet you had at Taj).Anisha,my older sister rarely ever rides her scooty at 30kmph on a chilled winter night at emtpty roads of Pune after 10 p.m. When I took courage to open my clenched jaw and speak to her she gave no response in another attempt she responded in a tone suggesting 'all's well'. For the sake of paisa vasool  she too had stuffed herself. Post dinner she'd spent good time in the loo but still looking at her one could figure out that she's either constipated or nauseated or she may faint or burst anytime soon. However an unresponsive rider and a paranoid pillion rider didn't match well.I offered myself to ride, to halt if she wished to throw up but her response was negative.For a moment I could sense her scooty moving towards the footpath, to my eyes it was true and within a flash of second it was all blood and bruise...