A Beautiful Mind --@#%$&*^*@-- Melanin Mangle

A Beautiful Mind ..... Those who have seen the Film or have read the Story, must be knowing that the story is about an exemplary and gifted Mathematician named John Forbes Nash, who single-handedly revolutionized the world business by introducing the idea of game theory. Of course you would be also knowing that in the film Russell Crowe acted Brilliantly, again.

However, I am not really keen on discussing some synopsis over the Film or the Book. I am rather interested in the fact that, not a single book of this kind is ever dedicated after any Indian personality till date. Don't get me wrong, there are some great Biographies written by some outstanding authors on some enigmatic personalities, but look closely and you will find that many of the times the books are of informative types. They either inspire people or bore people, since these books have some specific target audience. These are definitely not for the global audience. So, if you try to make a Movie out of them, they will be either some highly critically acclaimed "Art film" or a typically boring slow melodrama or some Masala flick. Come on, where is the Dynamism ?

Are these history's course altering timeless Indian heroes lacked Dynamism or they had less valour or they had less passion or less intelligence or less patriotism or what ? Don't you think any one of the great Indian minds could also have recieved the same or appreciably close amount of honour or accolades ? So, why do we become stingy while in comes to praising our national achievers. No matter how much one deny, we secretly still have retained the inherent racist cocooned inside us. We love the whites. We hate the blacks. We love the 1st world country people, we love to be like them and hence hate our fellow members.

Frankly, we love our girls to be white like them and hence all the girls indulge in the so-called Fairness creams everywhere, to try the hardest to be the wee bit of less black. We hate ourselves for our origin so much that we try to talk and walk like the whites and assume ourselves to be one of them only, which to be fair they don't really reciprocate. And now it is even worse. Even Male-Fairness Cream is looming at large and all of our so-called "metro" guys are buying them to be that wee bit fairer. Guys, come on. We need not follow others. We can stand on our backbone and be proud of our own culture, heritage, skin colour and thought process. We can really stand and set examples and let others follow, instead of following others blindly. On the other hand where the white caucasians are spending a fortune to land themselves under sunlight in some beach, only to increase the proportion of Melanin in their skin (for those who don't know, Melanin is the black pigmentation material in our skin and it prevents Skin-Cancer) our own shitty-heads are spending a fortune over this Fairness Cream circus just to lose the Melanin.

I must have been crazy. Else why am I writing all these. I know it very well, a lot of guys here will read and then consider this piece of writing as a mere academic stint and forget the very next moment. However, one can not lose hope, isn't it ? Hence I hope ... and I hope that one day our fellows will realize what they have done, what they are doing and what they should have done. May be that day is not so near in future. But, as I told you, one should not lose hope. Hence I will just hope that the day is coming when we will truly say that 'I am an Indian and I am proud to be an Indian, and I really do possess a very Beautiful Mind'.

Massacred Lawfully

Hello All,

Today I am going to tell you exactly why I hate the low IQs of the Lawyers ... After years of practicing the same old book of Law, perhaps they develop disorder of Law in their own shitting brain ... However these ruscals are greedy nonetheless and miss no opportunity to squeeze the maximum from the un-knowing Clients.

I have gone to one of these shit-heads named 'Ashwin @#%&*!#$%@'. As usual these guys can speak a lot, and mind you they really do speak honey. They are extremely good at finding your weak point at the very first moment and then squeeze the point henceforth. And my friends, that is the exact way by which you finally become one of the 'Money-Well Client' of your 'Honey-Dew Lawyer'. So, this guy instantly undestood my problem regarding some Property and assured me that my problem is his henceforth.

I was pretty happy to learn his scheme and I would have fallen for it, unless I knew this breed from much before. So, while describing the Dream solutin to my problem, this dear fellow, suddenly asked me my property Documents. I gladly obliged. After examining carefully like the wise owl he handed me over the docs and said "so, I think this is your Document". I nodded in anticipation. Then he threw the bombshell and asked me whether I think the named person in Document is me indeed.

Thankfully for me the glass of illusion shattered immediately and I stood up, shook his hand and apologized for my imaginary meeting which I have to urgently attend. He shook my hand and with an ear-stretching Smile he replied, "Its Ok. I did not mind your meeting schedule. Rs 500 only. My small fee.". I choked for a moment as I could see this guy was still shamelessly giggling while holding onto my hand. As if, until I pay him 500 Rs I won't be able to release his strong hold.

Now like every innocent Client I was also paying the money to these blood-suckers for simply doing nothing. Now I realized why and exactly how all of these Lawyers have such a nice and big house. Bloody Blood-sucking parasite ... Fortunately I had 200 Rs only in my purse. So, I opened my purse, acted being astonished and in an embarassed face replied I really forgot to bring money along with and I need to go to an ATM before I could pay him.
Although this displeased this giggling lawyer to a stern face in an instant, still my earnest attempt to learn the route to find the latest ATM really charged him on and he believed me. So he took the 200 Rs from me and described me to find the nearest ATM. Then he reminded me that he needs to go to somewhere to shit, so he wants me to return immediately and pay him off at the earliest as he will make me glad by waiting back at his home for my hard-earned money to prey upon.

Before I could leave his home, he wanted my Cell Phone Number so that he may identify me calling. Bloody Hell !!! However, one of the real advantage of having a Slim Mobile Phone is that, hardly people notice that you are carrying it. I used to think that as a fashion statement. I never really realized its advantage until then. I promptly said I have lost my mobile and I would need to buy a new one very soon. My acting must have been good, as I could realize this cunning fox trusted my words. Thus I turned back out of his home, cursed my luck for losing 200 Rs and praised my instinct for not losing further 300 Rs, went back on Road and never turned back ...

Okkk ........ Enough !!! I believe lots of you guys already know few of these shit-heads ... Off course not all of these shit-heads are also equally parasitic in nature like the one I encountered. There are exceptions. But Rule holds in general ... However, I believe now it is truly enough of the shitty talks and I would present you some of the most humorous Court-Room sagas ...

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and I have just portrayed few of the masterpiece classics of these dumb Lawyers. These are things people actually said on the courtroom.

In court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

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ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
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ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.
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ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
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ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: He's twenty, much like your IQ.
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ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Are you shitting me?
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ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: getting laid
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ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?
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ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
WITNESS: Take a guess.
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ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?
WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.
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ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
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ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight.
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ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.
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ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished.
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ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question?
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And the best for last:

ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

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I believe, after going through this you will cross-check next time before you appoint your own Lawyer ... However I am pretty damned sure, you will have to finally settle for the least pathetic among the lot ... ;-)

Experiment Flopped

Okkk ..... my previous Post was an experimental and it flopped. 8-|

However, those who are interested in some of the more interesting topics (:-P) can definitely check aroundtheworldin80nights.blogspot.com ...

I really regret staying out of touch from all of you guys for so long. You can understand there was some of the most obvious unavoidable situation that enforced me to refrain from continuing my writing.

I will come back to my own stories very soon ... Watch out this space ...

Take Care ... Bye .....

Fastest Show on Earth - Bugatti Veyron

Fastest Show on Earth – Bugatti Veyron

For all of you, who still could not understand what is the point of the hues & cries over the so-called 'Fastest Car in the World'. I believe, after you finish reading this Article you will be definitely able to appreciate the Magnificience of Veyron in a much better manner.



There has been umpteenth number of times Fastest Cars has been declared  & then there were the faster breeds, just to overtrump the former's Claims. Speed always enthralled Man in a way, that it was necessary to know the Limit, the limit of sustainance, the limit that is achievable, the Limit of Possibility.

There have been numerous Land Speed Records, Set, Broken & Reset, that has taken the Speed quest to an absolute point of ridicule. It was all about proving who can possess the better technology or higher financial capacity (Installing a Jet-Fighter's Engine in an aerodynamically modified Car will see you through the knock-knock region of Land Speed Record, provided you can withstand the G-Force). In Speed-Record cars all you do is provide an extremely powerful engine, provide an ultra light Body, an optimum down-force generating Aerodynamic design (you have to be very accurate while doing calculation here, else the situation can be very critical) and Voila !!! You get the secret recipe of a Car tailor made for Speed Run. Obviously the feat is commendable. This definitely induces insurmountable amount of glory but it did not really help the innovation or advancement of Automotive World in a major way (everyone knows, those Aero Engines will be even faster once they leave the ground). 

Over the course of time, gradually the top speed conquest of a Road Going Car moved up significantly higher. Unlike Speed-Record Cars, achieving the Speed success in a Road Going Car is much tougher. There are Driver Security concerns, there are Reliability concerns, Durability concerns, Aesthetic concerns etc. etc. In Speed-Record cars you need not care about all these. However, some of the fastest road-going cars of today have abandoned a few points to try to achieve the glory. For example, the glamorous looking Ferraris usually have very bland and very uncomfortable interiors (entering & exiting an Enzo is a pain and it also lacks the carpets to reduce weight, but who cares, it looks fabulous ;-)). Then comes the other parts, the Reliability of Brakes, Reliability of  Gearbox, Reliability of the Chassis, etc. etc.

So, achieving a top speed of over 400 Kmph would have been relatively easier, if that was the only goal (Rear Wheel drive 'Koenigsegg CCX' touches a top speed in the region of 394 Kmph, the difference is only of academic interest); but Bugatti Veyron was not allowed to do that, it should be an All Wheel Drive car for added grip around the corners and so that better sense of security prevails.

Then comes about the famed 1001 Bhp Max Power. The required Top speed could have been achieved with much less power, with   a little compromise here and there. But again, why to compromise when you are building the Greatest Car in the Universe. The problem is that aerodynamic drag increases as the square of the car's speed and, more significantly, that the power needed to overcome it increases as the cube of the speed. To put it in simple terms, the Bugatti engineers reckon that every km/hr over the target 400 required, in effect, another 8bhp. So the extra 7.5kmh required the power found in a small hatchback (the fact is a Maruti 800 has 36 Bhp only). And that had to be found in the existing engine. They weren't allowed to put another one in. In any case Volkswagen group confirms that you will always get at least a Max power of 1001 Bhp.
Confused ??? Let me clarify, Volkswagen engines tend to have an Error of about 5%. Hence, the Veyron Engines are made in a way that in the worst case, you should be getting at least a Max power of 1001 Bhp.

Now the question comes, "1001 Bhp" ????? Is it a Ballistic Missile ??? I assure you not. The Power available, should be usable and should be uniform. The Car may be fabulous, but the driver may not be a Michael Schumacher. He may be just another millionaire (let's be honest here), with much less Driving Skills at his disposal. So the Car needs to be very easy to drive, one that ignores the Error that its Driver is committing, a Car that will have its own mind & heart and will be reassuring its Driver in case of mistakes. And surprisingly, unlike almost every other Supercar out there, our grand daddy of Supercar is the Easiest to Drive. It can take you in and around a Race Track @ 300-400 Kmph without shaking on its knees, similarly it won't ruffle a feather while you are driving your kid around a park at say a gentle 20 Kmph.

Also, it has to be the fastest to its Top Speed, so the Power surge should not be abrupt or unequal. It would be uniformly available to the very Top. The famous 7-Speed DSG Gearbox aids to the solution. DSG works with Double Clutch, one pointed at Odd-numbered gears and another at the Even-numbered ones. While one clutch is engaged with a Gear, the On-Board Computer will work on another Clutch which will be selecting next one up or down based upon the throttle Response. So, in Automatic mode the Gearbox is 30% faster than the Paddle-Shift Gearbox response of the 'Formula 1' cars. Then there are the Paddle shift & the Sequential manual mode also, for the guys with a bit of cavalier attitude.

In any case, the Result is eminent here as we can see a 0-100 Kmph (0-62 Mph) in a Record-breaking fastest time of 2.46 Seconds. No other Road Car is anywhere near to this kind of maniac acceleration. So, our gentle beast can simply blow everyone else to the abyss once commanded to do so. The only other car (apart from the Race Cars) having an acceleration close to Veyron (sub-3 second 100 kph), will need you to sit in a canopy with 4 wheels attached to it (to classify it as a 4-wheel car).



In terms of automotive engineering you will always find there is an 'Acceleration-Top Speed' trade-off everywhere. And this formula is proved everywhere. However, Veyron seems to be only exception, as there is no dip in the acceleration, despite it is achieving the highest Top Speed imaginable. For Veyron, there is no Trade-Off. After zipping to 3 figure speeds from a standstill in a blink of an eye, where most other cars get shaky or nervous, Veyron just gets merrier. It just hunkers down itself and rockets in with even more tenacity.

To increase performance most of the Supercars has employed the same path of reducing the weight to absolutely size-0 in terms of Car scale. If only these Cars could have been fined for Anorexia. Cars like Ferrari Enzo, has gone to the extent to removing Car Stereo & just keeping a Radio instead. Most of these Supercars are stuffed, cramped and terribly uncomfortable. Exception Veyron. Its
Luxurious Interior rivals of the Costliest of Sedans. Its Gadgetry rivals of the most futuristic Concept Cars. Yet it is a Supercar. And the resulting weight stands at 1888 Kgs. It is a complete No-No in the Supercar world. Considering the Lamborghinis, Ferraris and the Jaguars usually weighs around 1200-1300 Kgs. Veyron is a No-Compromise Car, hence it did not compromise anywhere in the Driver Comfort also. It is a Car for the Millionaires, they should be treated with Care. :-P



However, Veyron's weight has not imposed any drawback on its Handling or Performance front; thanks to the Engineering genius of the Germans. It is as easy to handle as a Mini Cooper. Veyron turns around the circuit or a twisted A-Road faster than any other known Road-Going Cars.

For the first half of past century, one interesting target was to bring the time to cover a 0-100-0 Mph (0-160-0 Kmph) run in less than 20 seconds. When Jaguar XJ did that, people thought that’s it. Then, again things got faster. And after numerous attempts the feat achieved by a Half-Race/Half-Road Car, Caterham R500 was set to 12.3 seconds. And since then, no Car, no Supercar, no Hypercar could eclipse that feat. It was a Bold statement written, that no Road Car can ever break the sub 10 second jinx. Since it is not at all Possible. It was Impossible.
Until Bugatti Veyron arrived at the scene. Veyron Came, Saw and Conquered. Veyron simply dashed away all the so-called myths and jinx and every other handicapped terms. In the recently conducted Topgear event for this 0-100-0 Mph Run, Veyron shattered every record in the History to record a time of 9.90 Seconds. In a world where every Nanosecond counts a magnum leap, this performance had a tremendous Impact.

Another feature of Veyron is that it's Spoiler automatically rises at the Speed excess of 120 Kmph, and it gets down automatically below 80 Kmph; so does the Car's Ground Clearance. However, this can be Overridden also.
But, to achieve the Top Speed, you need to insert a Special Second Key, that comes in a Special Box. Prior to inserting this, the Engineers recommend, you should check, the Road is clear enough & there is not any significant bends. Without this Key, the Veyron will be limited to a blistering 370 kmph. Upon inserting this second key, the Spoiler goes down, the car hunkers down as if the entire body gets as low and slippery as possible (the down force of 350 Kg is reduced to only 50 Kg at this moment.). The Veyron will be ready for the V-Max run at this point. This second key lets Veyron run up to its Top Speed.

Next comes the highly acclaimed breaking 250 Mph (400 Kmph) barrier in a Road Car. Although lots of other Cars have tried to reach that, but that figure seemed impossible. Again Veyron illustrated a path breaking triumph. The Top Speed is actually electronically limited to 253.8 Mph (408.5 Kmph), as the Constructors are confident of reaching that speed Easily & Safely. Later, other cars may cross the barrier as Veyron did (in fact SSC Aero reached 256 Mph, and modified Veyrons have crossed excess of 300 Mph), but that will cost them their last of the available Resources they can accumulate.

With 8 Litre (7993 cc) W16 Engine (2 V8 Engines fused together) and 4 Turbochargers obviously Veyron's Boot space is not a thing to boast about, still there is enough space to put a Golf Bag in. That means a lot for a Car of such magnificient performance. Obviously with Engine and Turbochargers that much powerful, you will need some Radiators to cool them. And Veyron has them in plenty. The Bugatti Veyron has a total of 10 Radiators.
3 Radiators for the Engine Cooling System. 1 Heat Exchanger for the Air-to-Liquid Intercoolers. 2 for the Air Conditioning System. 1 Transmission Oil Radiator. 1 Differential Oil Radiator. 1 Engine Oil Radiator. 1 Hydraulic Oil Radiator for the Spoiler.

The Veyron's Brakes use Cross-drilled, Radially-vented Carbon Fibre-reinforced Silicon Carbide (C/SiC) Composite Discs, manufactured by SGL Carbon, which have a much greater resistance to brake fade when compared with conventional Cast Iron Discs. The aluminium alloy monobloc brake calipers are made by AP Racing; the fronts have eight Titanium pistons and the rear calipers have six pistons. Bugatti claims maximum deceleration of 1.3 G on Road tyres. As an added safety feature, in the event of brake failure, an ABS System has also been installed on the Handbrake (apart from the normal installation). At speeds above 124 mph (200 km/h), the rear wing also acts as an Airbrake, snapping to a 55-degree angle in 0.4 seconds once brakes are applied, providing 0.68 G (4.9 m/s²) of deceleration (equivalent to the stopping power of an ordinary hatchback). Bugatti claims the Veyron will brake from 400 km/h (250 mph) to a standstill in less than 10 seconds (Again the best in the segment).
Bugatti has also provided specially developed Tyres by Michelin for the 20" Wheels.

So, having everything together, 1001 Bhp, 250 Mph, 4 Wheel Drive, Fastest Acceleration & Fastest Deceleration, Easy Drivability, Driver Comfort etc. was the real challenge. That too all of these in a single Product. Bugatti Veyron is the success of Humanity & its Scientific excellence, over the so-called "Impossible". It is like pushing the outside of an envelope. All of the mentioned attributes could have individual winners pretty easily, but when the winner takes all moment comes, only one name remains to look out for - Bugatti Veyron. It remains the Ultimate No-Compromise Innovation in Human History.

Some interesting fact about Veyron, is that while developing the Cars, the Engineers wanted to test the Aerodynamics in the 'Sauber F1 Wind Tunnel'. When they explained their requirement, Sauber officials politely said, "Sorry, but we don't actually reach that kind of speed in Formula 1". Another funny fact is that a Veyron can beat a Mclaren F1 Supercar (the Fastest Supercar with normal Engine) which has been given a Head-start at 160 Kmph, within less than 15 seconds.



OnBBC Top Gear the car has received considerable praise from all 3 presenters. 'Jeremy Clarkson' declared the Veyron "the greatest piece of engineering ever. No, I'm sorry, this is the greatest car ever made and the greatest car we will ever see in our lifetime." 'James May' proclaimed that the Veyron is "our concorde moment". To review the car, Clarkson drove from Alba, northern Italy to London whilst racing 'James May' and 'Richard Hammond' who were travelling in a 'Cessna 182' aeroplane. During the race Clarkson attempted to get an insurance quote on the car, but none of the companies he tried knew what the car was. During the second episode of the 13th season, Richard Hammond raced the Veyron against the McLaren F1 driven by 'The Stig' in a one mile drag race, commenting on the pinnacle of Bugatti's "amazing technical achievement" versus the "non-gizmo" racing purity of the F1. While the F1 was quicker off the line the Bugatti overtook its competitor during the climb from 200 to 300km/h, and emerged the victor.

For all of you who are still in confusion or numbness or those who are simply awestruck by Veyron's Magnificience, here is an Article written by well known presenter of BBC Topgear, 'James May'.


'Forget the hype, the world's most powerful car has landed...'
Bugatti Veyron EB 16.4

0-100 Km/hr @ 2.46 Secs; 1001 Bhp @ 6000 Rpm; 1250 Nm @ 4000 Rpm; 408.47 Km/hr.
4Wheel Drive; Quad-Turbocharged 7993 cc W16. 0-160-0 @ 9.90 Secs.


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The first thing that struck me about the Bugatti Veyron was not, fortunately, the Bugatti Veyron itself. But only just.

I was standing in the middle of the small and deliberately darkened hotel courtyard when a German voice in the darkness advised me to move, 'schnell'.

The Veyron swept in and I narrowly avoided becoming the first person in history to be run over by a road car developing more than 1,000 horsepower.

That would have put me up there with that bloke who fell under the wheels of Stephenson's Rocket.

Then the lights came on, to subdued cheering, and something else struck me. The Veyron is not ridiculous.

Whenever manufacturers talk of a money-no-object ultra car, I brace myself for a welter of carbon-fibre fatuousness and broken front air dams: but here was something quite classy looking.

I still think the Bugatti grille at the front is an aberration, and it seems odd that the engine is mounted outside, like it is on a Morgan three-wheeler.

Obviously it isn't for the shy and retiring, but neither does it look like a monument to excess. It's taut, stubby and most shapely.

By the standards of its coevals it's positively discreet, and comes in a Royale-style two-tone paint job, as befitting 'the fastest car on earth with comfort you would not believe.'

Even the interior is perfectly agreeable. A bit bling, maybe, but at least made from proper materials and not plastered with pseudo space-age trim.

The controls really do fall easily to hand, even if the arse falls rather clumsily across the wide sill and into the 'sports' seat. A 'luxury' seat is available for the less committed.

I'm not sure which is the most significant of the three Top Trumps figures attending all talk of the Veyron: one million euros, 1,000 horsepower, or 400kmh.

They're all winners, unless you play the traditional 'price is low' rule, in which case the Bugatti can be won with almost anything in your hand, even the Pagani Zonda Roadster.

One million euros? That's as near as makes no difference (at least to the sort of people with that much money to spend on what is probably - let's be honest here - a second car) £700,000.

But it will be made in small numbers, to order, and the attainment of great personal wealth is not really Volkswagen's concern. The other two numerical attributes have been very much their concern, and for a long time.
"Why should it be easy?" boss Piech is reputed to have retorted when Volkswagen's engineers complained that it was all too difficult. Why indeed? Brunel didn't achieve what he did just by smoking cigars.

A thousand horsepower in itself is actually not remarkable, either. It's been available in aero engines since before the war, and is a fairly simple matter of burning fuel at a sufficient rate, since fuel is where the power comes from.

Achieving it in a 'relatively small' eight-litre car engine is another matter (just so you know, the 1,030hp Rolls-Royce Merlin in a MkI Hawker Hurricane was a 27-litre V12) and keeping it cool is yet another one.

The Veyron might be nudging 200mph-plus around a circuit, but it might be sitting in a traffic jam.

One outcome of the cooling issue is that over its six-model evolution, the number of radiators in a Veyron has grown to 10, or one more than I have in my house (which, oddly, is always freezing cold).

Accommodating all these has meant that there is now virtually no luggage space in the front, but then, as Ettore Bugatti himself might once have said, this car was made to go, not to shop.

Here's another interesting conundrum for purveyors of 1,000hp cars. The 'power tolerance' of a VW engine is five per cent, which is all but irrelevant in a 1.2 Polo but in a Veyron gives a variation of some 50bhp, or the total output of the basic one-litre Lupo.

So it's been designed such that the least you will get is 1,001 horses. You might be lucky and get 1,050. Wahey!

But it's a bit academic, to be honest. Power is merely the rate of doing work, and 1,000bhp is the maximum power available.

As well as a rev counter, the Veyron has a horsepower meter, graduated in hundreds, and the most I saw in a day of driving was just under 900 and for about half-a-second at that.

The ability to do work comes from torque, and power is merely the product of torque and engine speed.
The more impressive figure is 922lb ft or 680Nm, but that's not so satisfying to a culture that craves round figures - despite having stormed to pop success with 99 Red Balloons.

No, the really impressive bit is the claimed 400kmh. In fact the Veyron is electronically limited (I kid you not) to 407.5kmh, since that is the speed its makers have been confident of achieving in testing.

If you want to go faster than that, you'll just have to resort to the Demon Tweaks catalogue. 407.5kmh, that's 253.20827 of our British miles per hour.

Consider that our one-litre Lupo will do 94mph with just 50bhp, and that the new Porsche 911S needs 355bhp to do slightly less than twice that, and you will begin to understand the magnitude of Volkswagen's achievement.

The problem is that aerodynamic drag increases as the square of the car's speed and, more significantly, that the power needed to overcome it increases as the cube of the speed.

To put it in simple terms, the Bugatti engineers reckon that every km/hr over the target 400 required, in effect, another 8bhp. So the extra 7.5kmh required the power found in a small hatchback. And that had to be found in the existing engine. They weren't allowed to put another one in.

But again, I'm afraid, it's all a bit theoretical. In its normal configuration, the Bugatti Veyron does a piffling 370kmh, or 229.9069mph.

A down force of 350kg sees to that, since down-force, like lift, can only be achieved at the cost of induced aerodynamic drag. For a Vmax run, a second, special key must be inserted.

This changes the parameters of the computers controlling the variable rear wing and the underbody diffusers, and reduces down force to just 50kg. This must only be done on a road with no bends, a Bugatti engineer tells me, earnestly.

But, inevitably, there are still issues. The low rolling resistance of the specially developed Michelin tyres - 365mm section at the back, and bigger than even the Countach's fabled back boots - are said to contribute some 15kmh to the top speed quest.

But they cannot do it for long. Maybe 15 minutes. After that, they might disintegrate, and they cost £1,200 each.

Then again, at maximum speed the Veyron is consuming a litre per kilometer, so with luck you'll run out of petrol first. And at 407.5kmh, think how far you'll go in 15 minutes. I'll tell you - it's 63.302067 miles.

However, you have to go to Australia's Nullabor Plain to find a dead straight road that long, and at that speed a stray kangaroo is going to attain the permanence of York Minster.

Even a 0-400kmh-0 run needs a 2.8-mile stretch. Empty, ideally. And people think my Boxster is unusable in the real world.

But here's the real bombshell, and which I've deliberately saved until now. And I'm not quite sure how to say it. Um. It doesn't actually feel that quick.

Not like a Noble M12 or a Ferrari F430. Third-gear acceleration in those cars is like being inside the football at kick-off. But in the Veyron it's more of a hefty shove, more indomitable than shocking.

It's a torquey car with a relatively low redline of 6,500rpm that thunders rather than screams.

A weight of almost two tons doesn't help and neither does turbocharging, which, no matter how many of them you've got, doesn't give the instant crack of a normal engine.

Don't misunderstand me; it's certainly not tardy, it's just that I was expecting my face to peel away and end up all over the rear window. But I've still got it. It's an easy car to operate.

The DSG gearbox - a twin-clutch job like the Audi TT's - works superbly via fingertip controls. The pedal offset is not too debilitating. The ride is a bit hard over sharp bumps but the seats are good, the air conditioner works and there's a radio. My complaints are all predictable ones.

Firstly, there are huge blind spots. One is created by the otherwise excellent door mirrors, which perfectly obscure the road through tight bends.

And trying to look over your shoulder at an angled junction is like relying on David Blunkett to tell you if anything's coming.

You really need to send a man ahead with a red flag. Finally, at two meters it's just too wide. Anything much wider than a 911 becomes intimidating on the winding roads where you want to drive a really powerful car.

It may have 1,001 horsepower but, at times, half of it feels rendered useless by girth.

So in many ways the Veyron is a dinosaur, prey to the same deficiencies that have rendered so many of its forebears virtually extinct; the way the pursuit of ultimate power and speed generates weight, bulk and complexity until the whole philosophy implodes into uselessness.

But at the same time it is a marvellous and very special thing. Maybe one to be appreciated on an intellectual rather than practical level, much in the same way that no one actually eats caviar to stay alive.

It's a great technical achievement: the world's fastest car, which is still pretty conclusive in any pub debate.

Over a decade ago, in the era of the F1, the Ferrari F40 and the fated Jaguar XJ220, people were saying that the era of the supercar had passed, that the point had been made, in the way it had been with the moon landings.

But it wasn't over then. And, I suspect, it's still not over now. Good.

James May, BBC Topgear            December 2005

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Finally let us now put everything together. To put the Bugatti Veyron 16.4 into perspective -- hey, who am I kidding? How can you put a 1,001-horsepower, $1.3 Million Supercar into perspective?

To call it Gorgeous, Fast, Outrageous simply isn't adequate.

To suggest you can buy 139 Chevrolet Aveos, a subcompact built in South Korea, or one Bugatti Veyron, a two-door monster-on-wheels built in France, somehow cheapens the whole experience of driving one.

Most of us mortal won't get a chance to experience one in our Lifetime, forget owning one. So, we won't be able to tell you how is like the pride of ownership. We can only speculate, all the crowd alike oggling in awe, when the owner of the Veyron slowly pass them with a mild chuckle in a corner of his lips. It is like, announcing to the world, that currently no one can even come anywhere near to me without my approval.

You can ask the Man who delivers the Veyron to its proud owners. Parked outside Silicon Valley Auto Group in Los Gatos, would be Two-tone painted Veyrons like the Gentle Giant looking silently at you. Holding the keys would be Butch Leitzinger, a 37-year-old race-car driver who has won the 24-hour race at Daytona three times. Here, he said, his role is of a "car protector". He drives the car for potential buyers, and then switches to the passenger seat to assure that nothing untoward happens to it.

And this is a car that needs protecting. It's unbelievably rare, and much regarded. So far, 300 orders have been placed for it in the United States, and Sixty-five have been delivered there.

Mostly hand-built, the Veyron is part Rocket Ship and part Concours Classic Car. It has a long, sloping hood. Two air inlets sit aside its massive rear engine. The cabin is cozy, with cocoon-like leather seats. It has a classy analog clock, and a finely patterned metallic console.

Volkswagen has pulled off the ultimate trick in automotive world, yet stayed behind the curtains in a subtle manner. Everything about Veyron announces it out loud, that "I am the Best". It is the most extreme thing imaginable. But it is a gentle giant. It is never harsh on its owner. It balances each and every aspect so beautifully, that induces respect. It is so beautiful, yet it has maintained its aesthetic point as anyone can instantly identify its Bugatti origin. This subtlety makes Bugatti such an enigmatic product.
There are only a few cars out there today that has such technical sophistication like this one. It has a look that’s quite unorthodox, yet strangely appealing.

Truly the Car of the Dreams ... Great !!!!!

Back to Square One ...

Hello Friends .... A hearty Thanks to all of you who have graciously provided some valuable insights over my last article ... Also special thanks to all those who specifically maintained to post some comments with some extremely innovative words over the "Phone" .....



However as it is said that, every dark cloud has a silver lining; for me it seems to be very true. Only with a slight variation though ..... Since for me, after every Silver Lining (even if it is the Thinnest of Tin Lining), there looms a very Dark Cloud. It happens every time. Whenever it seems that for me the good time has arrived finally, suddenly I found out that the Good Time was just an illusion only ... It was actually the beginning of a very bad period .....

So, co-operating with the Dark clouds have become my day to day activity ... And typically the "Tin Lining"s have become my act of a break from my 'Normal' schedule .....

So you must be thinking that, this suites only to this pathetic preaching moron ... Hold on dude, I mentioned that Dark Clouds are the inherent part of my regular and 'Normal' schedule .....
However, this does not hold at all when I am on my own 'Abnormal' schedule ...

During those 'Abnormal' schedule I am totally with my own Freaking mind, having fun in my own Freaking ways ... In those cases there are no Dark Clouds, there are always bright Sunlight shining ... So, now what is exactly this 'Abnormal' schedule ??? Let me put it straight, there is absolutely nothing scheduled at all in this 'Abnormal' schedule ... Nothing is permanent, everything is variable & hence you take decisions at the drop of a Hat, you enjoy your every breath to the fullest, you don't think about the result and just do what your instinct says .... You just accept whatever you get, you enjoy every detail of the landscape around you, you be happy with everything around ..... So, does this mean merely Freaking out ???

Let me tell you a Story ... A Small Story .... A very freakingly beautiful Story ..... For those who are looking for any spicy Gossip you can click the Cross at the Top right Hand Corner of your Screen, for others those who just want to see what lies beneath, are Welcome to carry on :-P .....


It is Night, 1 am ... you are in your Bed like any other sane and sensible person (only 'Single' in my case ;-)) ... Everybody around you is sleeping peacefully ... Suddenly you feel you need to have some fast cool breeze in your face ... So, what you do, you slip out ... You carefully take the Bike's keys & your Gate keys, Unlock your Gate, you creep out silently, you lock the Gate and in the very next Minute you are travelling at over 100 Km/hr with your Helmet Visor up, to a destination 81 Km away ..... A million thoughts that were crowding your sh**ty brain couple of moments ago, suddenly they vanish ... Just like that ..... In the dead of the night, you are whizzing past the almost-empty Road ..... Couple of idiotic college level drunkards in their pathetic garbage of a car sway along merrily ... You just blaze past those f***ed up idiots ..... Some sl**ty girls move in and out of the nightclubs which you just whisk past ... You see the hookers waiting for their daily doze of income as they just daze at you blasting through the Empty Road ..... You carefully avoid the corrupt bribe-loving cops in your own twisted map kind of way ... You avoid sh**ty potholes, you avoid the jerks all around and finally after another couple of minutes of dodging around, you get to catch the Highway ..... Those who have driven in Night in highway will be knowing this, others just believe me, the beautifully Street-Light-lit Highway beneath that enormous never-ending black Dome kissing the Horizon is a Treat to watch ..... With nothing but the Street-Lights to gaze at you as you zoom past each of them, puts a grin in your face .... Occassionally you get to see some backlights of some Big rusty trucks momentarily ... Carefully dodging all of them you head away for the fast sweeping turns and beautifully pitched tarmac ahead ..... You are racing with yourself, you are Racing with the Time .....

After this gruelling ride you reach the dhaba 81 Km away from your home ... The chronometer in your watch reads 48:35 sec and still counting ... You hastily stop that as you halt and remove your Helmet ..... Despite the cool breeze, your face and your palms continues sweating ..... Those who ride regularly, they would be knowing that riding really fast, actually takes out a lot of energy from your body ..... So, replenish, whenever you can .... You get in the Dhaba, have a Lassi, light up a smoke and look at your ride proudly (there is something called pride of ownership after all), still grinning from your accomplishment .....

Suddenly all of your balloons of pride shrinks to deflation like anything as you see that due to your gruelling ride, the Ride itself couldn't take it any more ... It ditched you like every other mortal being and mocking at your idiocy with a Flat tyre ...... I told you, every silver Lining has a dark Cloud looming behind ... :-D

What ????? A Flat Tyre ???? What are you going to do in the middle of the night ??? So, again you are bound to get back to terms as you start thinking about your possible course of action ... You must not have thought about this even in your wildest of the nightmares while you were slipping out of your sweet little cozy bed ... You must be cursing your decision right now a million times and swear to never come out again at night .... Or, will you not ????? ;-)


No ... Definitely not ... Friends, from here on let me carry on with my own narration only .... At that moment though I was cursing my decision for not planning for this consequence earlier ... But, one thing I knew that, in the Dhaba I was not alone ... Quite a few of the Truck-Drivers were also having some Food out there ... I asked them whether they can help me in that situation, though I knew they won't be having any of the equipments with which I could mend my Bike's flat tyres ... But, I did not need to mend my Bike's tyres there at night at all ... I knew it very well that, it is always better to wait for the morning and get the right equipments at the bike mechanic's place .... What I needed was to befriend the Truck-Drivers there ... These Truck-Drivers usually have a nasty and rude behaviour or they are Drunk most of the times, courtesy to their extremely risky yet monotonous and energy-sapping job ..... So, most of the times they are not in the best of their Mood and they will refrain themselves from providing any kind of favour to some unknown person except a fellow Truck-Driver ...

So, when I asked for help, they just looked at me pathetically, looked at my Bike even more pathetically and finally said in a muted voice which contained a lot of disgust; "wait in the Dhaba and move your Bike tomorrow Morning, or Hold your Bike's Handles and start walking" ..... It seemed that some kind of judge who is pissed off as usual after getting abused daily by his Wife at his home, has done a world of good by enacting a Community Service while uttering those few words with excruciating pain ..... I thought of giving him a mouthful, but I restrained myself as I knew right now I needed the help from these guys ... So, I checked my wallet, ordered another Lassi and sat down at the other corner of the bench where these guys were seating ... I keenly listened to what these guys were speaking about ... What I found out in delight was their lousy Topic of Discussion .....

I thought in my mind that, this is gonna be much easier than I had in my mind ..... These guys were talking about some of the Hindi Movie Actresses and the size of their "upper ventral region of the Torso" ... Well, I knew a bit of these statistics, so I suddenly commented from my end which made all of them turn to me ... I took the opportunity and indulged into the debate ..... They were having some relaxed discussion over the "Motherly Feature" of some "Number-Counting" Actress ..... Apparently this actress had made most of the 'Dewars' completely 'Deewana' ... So, all this Dewars were still fondly reminiscing the glimpses of the Motherly Protrusions that they witnessed ... I added some more spice by inviting another actress in between the discussion .... I explained them with some of the detailed analysis of the movies acted by some "Compassionate Kulkarni" which sold due to her only, was having a more voluptously Geomorphological properties ..... So, after successfully winning the debate with my trump card over their topic of discussion, the very successful "Number-Counting" actress of bollywood, I realized that I have got their confidence ... So, after finishing 3 glasses of Lassi and finishing the HOT topic jovially, most of the guys were preparing to leave ... I checked at my watch, it was 3:30 am .....

I knew this was my chance ..... I suddenly looked at my Bike with a very pensive insight and then looked at one of the Drivers ... He looked at me and asked if I intend to get back to City or if I had some other plans ..... I suppressed my ecstatic expression with extreme difficulty and slowly replied, "Yes, but my Bike is a lame one now ..." He grinned at me and asked "How about a Truck Ride ???" I nodded happily; as me, the Driver and his 2 Helpers, helped my Ride up the Truck's normal Load ... the Truck was loaded with Malt or something, filled in some of those old Rusty bags ..... While I asked, where shall I sit, the Driver looked clumsy ... This looked a bit of problem to him .... He could not ask his Helpers to sit out upon the cargo due to some unknown stranger ... They looked at each other as they have faced the biggest problem this World has ever known and now the World faces its gravest Danger due to this fact ..... I relieved all of them as I broke the silence by saying that I had childhood wish, to travel on top of a Truck's Cargo ... After a bit of artificial denying, they gleefully agreed to let me go up the Cargo .....

So, I went on top of the Cargo beside my beloved Yamaha, and promptly lied down on my back facing the big black Dome covering the million like me like a protective blanket, while the tiny Lights are just working as the Night Lamp ..... The Truck started moving ..... It was an amazing experience as I continued exploring the different patterns of the constellations up there .... The night looked wonderful as my makeshift Bed of mine continued rocking me like a Baby in a Cradle as the Truck moved ..... This liking to the rocking of the cradle must be few of those inherent senses one is born with, which brings sleep even in the most awkward of the conditions to most of the guys, irrespective of their Age ... I went fast asleep and must be murdering a hundred Pirates in the Ship while my Killing spree was halted abruptly as I was woken up by a sudden halt .... But, instead of getting pi**ed out over this unexpected interruption of my sweet sleep, I curiously looked around me ... The Truck came to a halt ... There were few Tree leaves within a few feet of me ... I turned over my back to look in front of the Truck .....


I looked out to see, a hundreds of trucks were lined infront of me waiting to get into the checkpost ... Hundeds of those Red backlights in the almost dark early morning, accompanied by the Orange Streetlights was Spectacular ... It was a Sight to behold .... I checked my watch, it was almost 4:30 am ..... I kept lying awake as I heard a mixed chatter of Engines Snarling, Check-post Guards Yelling, Drivers cursing each other, some Morning Birds tweeting-singing, Wind whistling through the leaves, my mind racing with a million of voices ..... I sat up and looked forward as slowly each of the Truck passed the check posts ... There were a few questions with me on top of the Truck, I don't know what exactly the Driver told to the Guard, but they did not wish to see me .....

Henceforth, till we reached the City, I sat firmly on top of the Driver's Shed ... Morning breeze chilled me to the bones as I kept puffing ciggarettes to counter the weather .... It was somewhere around 5:00 am, when our beloved Sun cared to creep up the Horizon right of me ..... I was more than happy to see the glowing Ball than ever before ..... Another half-an-hour and we reached the City ..... A lone mechanic just opened his shop and was sprinkling some water around his shop's gateway ... He hardly expected a big Truck to stop at his door-step and he propmptly started yelling that he doesn't know working upon the Trucks and Truck shops are up ahead .....

Without caring much, four of us started to haul down my 2-wheel companion ... As the Bike got down, seeing that made the mechanic calmed down ... I paid the Driver some 300 Rs. which he took gleefully after showing some initial dissent ..... He wished me lots of Good Luck in my life ahead, although I knew all of the wishes are going in vain ...

It took the mechanic about 15 minutes to mend off the flat tyre ... After paying him off, I checked my watch, it was 6:10 am ..... I knew in another 20-30 minutes my parents are going to wake up, so again I rode truly, madly, deeply to find myself home within next 20+ minutes ... I just blasted through the early Morning empty roads ..... I flung the Gate open, put my ride in, locked it down and rushed to my Room ..... The sounds must have awaken my Mom, as she looked out from their floor upstairs to find a quiet Locked Gate ... Next, she came to check me to find me deeply in sleep ... She tried to wake me up and being unable to do so, scolded me over my sleeping habit for about a minute or so ..... I drowsily uttered my intention to not to go to College as I intended to have a tight sleep .... Getting frustrated with me, she went back to her daily work ..... At that moment with a satisfying grin in my face I went back murdering Pirates ..... I needed that sleep badly .... My mother later said, even while sleeping I had the smile around my lips .....


So, what did I get from this Night-Out ????? Some, Adrenalin Rush ??? some wastage of money ??? A Flat Tyre ??? Confrontations & Discussions over some lousy topic with the foul tempered Truck-Drivers ??? A few glass of Lassi ??? A Truck Ride under the star-lit Sky ??? what ??? Are these really worth to crave for ???? Are these really worth to lose your sleep for ?????


Come on, what do you think guys ??? Ask yourself, what is the purpose of your Life ??? Money/Fame/Status/Large Family/Happiness in other's faces, what ????? Unless you are a Selfish bas**rd, you live around 75% of your life for someone else only ... You live for your parents/family/spouse/friends/kids/money/fame etc. etc. etc. .... The 25% that you spend on yourself, usually sleeping cozily only ... So friends, is it the sleeping time only left, for you to spend out with yourself ??? So, in your list of purpose you have found time for yourself to sleep, so that you can live for others again tomorrow ??? Come on, try to find some way to spend time for your own Happiness only ..... I know, Happiness is enjoyed more while shared, but believe me sometimes Happiness needs to be a bit private also, where you can be Happy for yourself only, just like the way a small Kid gets happy ..... Then only, you will be able to Enjoy every good things around you even more ..... Try to have some time for yourself and see the wonderful World and appreciate our worth and purpose in Life ..... So, that even from the most idiotic experiences also, you get a wonderful Story for the rest of your Life ...
Because you know, Silver Linings don't come that Often ...


Enough of the lecture friends ..... I believe a 50% of you guys reading this have already quit halfway down, another 25% have cursed me like anything after coming upto this end ... another 12.5% would be commenting upon the filthy philosophy that they found in this Story .... another 6.25% would be commenting upon my uselessness ..... another 3.125% would be misunderstanding my point ...... So, that leaves a very small (3.125%) section of people who might just understand, exactly what did I try to say, but won't be able to comprehend to the full ..... and a half of them... ...... Enough ............. Enough of the stats ... Let me tell you whatever small that number may be, it is Great !!!!! Because, that is also way beyond my expectation .....

More later ........ Take Care .........

P.S. :- And again, thanks for the Lovely comments that you have posted ... Due to some tight schedule I could not reply to you all at this moment, but I definitely will try to reply to you all .....
I will not Promise though (refer to my Previous Post ... he he he :-P) .....

Vent out the Dents - Freak Re-incarnated ...

I am Back .....
Thanks Friends ... Thanks for all of your affectionate Mails & lovely criticisms over my idiotic piece of s**t ..... And also apecial thanks to those who helped me add a few unique and valuable words in my Dictionary of slangs after caliing at 1:00 am .....

For all those who Loved me, Hated me and even given me a big damned **** over my pathetic point of view, I would like to oblige to my part of continuing of what I have started, that is Blogging out my point of View, no matter how much pathetic it may seem to a few guys .....

People always used to tell me that this is not my best choice of career, as I have chosen like most of the fringe guys in 'GREAT' country ... After passing my +2 levels, may be due to ignorance or may be due to my casual attitude I have followed the suit of most of the other guys out there .... I have chosen Computer to Ruin ... er ... Rule my Life ..... May be I have done a Mistake ... But, I am not complaining about that ..... I accept that mistakes are also part of our Life ... They actually shape your future and path and you end up being the person you are now ... May be with some other decision taken at some other point of time would have made me an entirely different person and may be I would not have been writing a Blog now and would have been doing some other kind of Boringly important stuff at this very moment ... I strongly believe that what exactly make you what you are today, are the numerous 'Decisions' that you have taken in your Journey of Life .....

I am happy about the fact that despite being a terrible Loser, I may have actually lived a life, which a number of people will be craving for ... I have done quite a few things in my Life, which I myself could never even thought of in a sane and normal mind ... I have done the most unexpected things one can imagine in an average Indian guy's Life .....

May be that is the reason why most of the people fail to understand me, may be that is why people fail to accept me, they try to outcast me and it is then I just shell myself in as a 'Hypocrite' and live a 'Normal' life as a sane and sensible person and carry on my regular and sensible duties .....
In each of those moments I somehow try hard to behave like a pathetic matured gentleman, I try not to show the idiots around (who always try to show-off) their real place, I sincerely try to keep my mouth from offending anybody's feelings by putting in the crude reality ..... Even if it shows me a stupid fool I still try to respect their pathetic sense of humour ..... And in worst cases if still I can not stand those fringe bas***ds, I act as the Joker who fools around (atleast nobody will take the words seriously, right ?????) ..... he he he he he .....

Well, enough of these filthy idiocy ..... Lets get back on Track ...
I grew up as an extremely promising kid, who never kept up his Promises and sometimes deliberately acted as a Forgetful Fool to provide the absolute cover for my 'Regularly Irregular' routine .....
So, due to my 'Regularly Irregular' and 'Responsibly Irresponsible' nature, I used to enjoy enough time to freak out ... However, the by-product of my desired leisurely Independence was that most of the time I got myself out of any major decision making by my Family, Friends, Club, Institute etc. etc. etc. .....
It is not that I used to complain ... Why should I ??? I enjoyed myself having fun knowing others are working while I am out of their view having my bit of fun ..... Rather in a perfected form of art of acting, sometimes I used to portray my artificial disliking over me having no proper role in any of the activities around .....
Since I was a born Rule-breaker, so sometimes I used to break my own Rule also and used to sweat it out, just to get a first hand experience of responsibilities ..... Also sometimes mere curiousity led me working on something to get experienced over a new opportunity at the drop of the hat ..... But you know there is a saying that, curiousity kills the Cat .....
It has always been that I am notoriously gifted of doing most of the things very nicely, may be it was due to some now-extinct artistic nature that was present in me or something else may be ..... So, when eventually others used to get encouraged over my working skills, the Panic button in my brain used to start ringing violently ..... My mind used to shudder over the fact that I will be doing the job in my hand for some extended period of time and may be I will be taken for granted for this job from next time onwards and I will horribly be missing the other opportunities of the experiences that I could possibly have ..... I would eventually be losing my carefree free-flowing life .... The result were instantaneous ... Suddenly the outcome of the job in my hand turns to give a 'terrible' result instead of being 'terrific' as it had been ... People used to get confused over this sudden Minima in my steadily increasing Graph, of work being taken into a form of Art .....
They would have then blamed it over my lack of concentration and lack of motivation and themselves getting more than 'tensed & eager' they would take the responsibility of their Job back ... hence I would eagerly clear my hand off in an artificially created mood with a very ashamed face ..... Shame on me ..... he he he ...
Though sometimes my Ideas used to backfire, as I had to really be ashamed in some of those cases ..... Those who knew me closely, they could really identify between the two extreme cases ..... Although my facial expression remained the same, I couldn't hide my ears getting Vermillion-Red when I was truly Ashamed ..... I have myself checked this infront of the mirror and found out that truly a very few people in this World could actually understand a bit of me .....
Inspite of the disgust or humiliation or anger or fear or the grief may be, in those moments this simple bit of fact used to make me Happy that, atleast somebody in the World tried to understand me .....
There was only one other set of cases where my ears used to get Vermillion-Red (even more than that) ... But, I won't disclose that to you guys ..... ;-)

Happiness is very rare yet very easily available ..... As if it resides within thin air, one moment it is here, next moment it is not ..... If you want to be happy you can be happy inspite of a thousand hindrances, and if you don't, then even God may seem like just another B-Grade comedian who himself laughs more than pulling out any of the jokes ......
However before understanding my point one has to remember that by 'Happiness' I wanted to mean complete Happiness that is where your conscience will be happy along with your straight and flat Logical Mind ..... You can not be happy, no matter how much do you try, if your conscience does not agree to your reason ...
If you could understand my point then I believe I have written the preface of my Book in a Comprehensive manner (Else the Book is not for You ... hi hi hi) ........

However Friends, today I was having a "very long" discussion with one of my colleagues where I have put up my point ... And for the entire "15" minutes of the discussion I was trying to explain my point ..... Getting frustrated over this philosophical (and may be traumatic to him) point to talk over, he politely asked me to compile all of my precious thinking together ..... hence you all get today's blabbering .........

To all of you, please don't curse me over phone after Midnight ........ Just scroll a little further down this blog and ... Voila ..... You have found a Link which leads a white piece of area to make your day as a red-letter one, by innovating some of the finest and most wonderful slangs which others will consider as something called as Comments .........

More later ... Time to go ....
Regards .....

Self Destruction Initiated - Count Down Begins

This is Ricky ... Hopelessly Hopeful .....
A unique guy ... just like the other 80 billion unique guys out there ...... Coming from a so-called "Third World" ... err ... sorry "Developing" country, where everyday some or other thing is just developing .....

Population Developing ... check ..... Frustration Developing ... check ..... Corruption Developing ... check ..... Idiocy Developing ... check ..... Racial/Cultural/Physical/Communal/Aesthetic/Sexual Discrimination Developing ... check ..... Hunger Developing ... check ..... Unemployment Developing ... check ..... Crime Developing ... check ..... Pre/Extra-Marital Affairs Developing ... check ..... HIV Developing ... check ..... etc. etc. Developing ... check ... check .... check ..... ohhhhh !!!!!!!! Its pathetic .....

Best of our Desi guys, "Cream of the Nation" salivates for a better life in the Foreign "First World" Countries ... They salivate for a better 'Fat Package' salary ... They salivate for the white hot chicks there ... They salivate for the liberal don't care lifestyle out there .....
Can't blame them totally ... Just think about the fact ... Usually they come from our Middle-Clas families (Upper-Class guys don't actually need themselves to scale up as they are already seating up, so they effectively shit out everywhere they go ... Lower class guys are usually trodden hard before they could stand on their own feet, usually so hard, that they lose their courage and belief to stand out any more ...) These Middle-Class guys study their fucking ass up throughout their best part in their Life, hoping to Enjoy a better Life after getting established ... After they get 'Established', what they find is that the best part of their Life when they could really Enjoy has silently passed, and some other guy is actually 'Enjoying' those moments ..... Our beloved 'Corrupted-Politician-led' Government won't provide them a salary that they deserve ... They will be simply waiting to chop out some Tax if they could ... Business is not these educated guys' forte ... they are too well-behaved and ashamed of any wrong mannerisms ..... Ego & Cultural patron hold their desires up as they see their beloved "Girls" get settled with some already Established guys ..... After getting terribly frustrated when they get along with their family duties, rites & rituals it just shites their fuzzy brain out ....... So, just like every brave 'Escapist' Middle Class guy they either flee out to West, or in other cases carry on their fringe life with monotonous Duty-bound schedule, while cursing their fucking Life & Fate in all possible opportunities .....

Enough Gyan ........... Someof you guys must be thinking, why this A*Hole is shitting out all these ...... isn't he the same ??? Isn't he just portraying yet another Hypocrite ........ Yes, friends ....... The Answer is may be I am the same (as above) ..... and may be "sometimes" I am not ..............

More later Friends .......