Fuck the title...

Its been quite some time now since I last posted here... well can say was kinda busy(the same ol lame excuse every next person gives you) but to be frank I was not... just did'nt had anything to post... see you are not the only loser out there whose life isn't exciting and interesting, there are others too!!! Okay enuff of this nonsense!!!

P.S: This post is just to remind you(if you're there) that WE( read Dhaw cuz Shady's dead for now) are still alive and kickin ass(none whatsoever)!!!

Thank you for reading if you did... you can now continue with anything else!!!

Here I am :(

Hi idiots and my fellow Idiot Killers.
Notice how I greet my dear idiots first (after all they rule this world).
I choose to consider the reader to be an aspiring or a professional IK and so will straight away get to the point. Before I indulge in the topic of idiots I would like to simply classify them into those ‘who know they’ are and those ‘who don’t’ and straight away eliminate those idiots who know about the little glitch in their evolutionary conception.

Problem Statement:
I face with a very unique set of idiots. (I’ll give u a moment here to ponder at how I used ‘unique’ and ‘idiots’). These idiots, apart from having no clue about their uniqueness on this planet go on to live their well trained and neatly sketched lives, unfazed by the amazing wonders and infinite opportunities life provides them an us all in general.

A mystery doesn’t fascinate them let alone come to their attention, art doesn’t motivate them and greatness doesn’t elude them. Normalcy is such an issue to them that anything that they have been ‘taught’ to them becomes a natural fact that they will give all their energies to defend it……….. (Common Sammy that’s understandable u say but aaahhhh
I haven’t come to the worst part)…
And those like Reddy or Dhaw or me question these facts that they have established we don’t face disgust or hatred or even the simplest forms of disagreement…….we face sympathy!!!! Even worst, I face empathy. They want to fix my problem!!!!
One probably already gets the wavelength of our frustration by now, so ill save the swear words on this post. (Though the very thought brings some in)

So we have all each developed some defense mechanism to handle our respective idiots.
I for one am so overwhelmed by my idiots that whenever I cross their paths and get a look of disagreement or (even worst) of sympathy I quickly fire a defense rocket called “oops!! I am such an idiot” < swear loudly in my mind and cure life >.

Hungry Kya???

Humans are like goats. We'll eat any damned thing. Just ask the people who make PowerBars.

In fact, you'll find foods in this world that don't even seem possible. Not just that they could exist, but that people would actually stick this stuff in their mouths without a gun to their head.

I've found six dishes that seemed to have sprung from Satan's own cookbook.

#6.Escamoles



From:
Mexico.

What the hell is it?
Escamoles are the eggs of the giant black Liometopum ant, which makes its home in the root systems of maguey and agave plants. Collecting the eggs is a uniquely unpleasant job, since the ants are highly venomous and have some kind of blood grudge against human orifices.

The eggs have the consistency of cottage cheese. The most popular way to eat them is in a taco with guacamole, while being fucking insane.

Wait, it gets worse ...
Escamoles have a surprisingly pleasant taste: buttery and slightly nutty. This hugely increases the chances that, while in Mexico, you could eat them without realizing you are eating a taco full of fucking ant eggs.


#5.Casu Marzu



From:
Sardinia, Italy.

What the hell is it?
This, dear reader, is a medium-sized lump of Sweet Fucking Christ. Casu Marzu is a sheep' milk cheese that has been deliberately infested by a Piophila casei, the "cheese fly." The result is a maggot-ridden, weeping stink bomb in an advanced state of decomposition.

Its translucent larvae are able to jump about 6 inches into the air, making this the only cheese that requires eye protection while eating. The taste is strong enough to burn the tongue, and the larvae themselves pass through the stomach undigested, sometimes surviving long enough to breed in the intestine, where they attempt to bore through the walls, causing vomiting and bloody diarrhea.

Wait, it gets worse ...
This cheese is a delicacy in Sardinia, where it is illegal. That' right. It is illegal in the only place where people actually want to eat it. If this does not communicate a very clear message, perhaps the larvae will, as they leap desperately toward your face in an effort to escape the putrescent horror of the only home they have ever known. Even the cheese itself is ashamed; when prodded, it weeps an odorous liquid called lagrima, Sardinian for "tears."


#4.Lutefisk



From:
Norway.

What the hell is it?
Ahhh, Lutefisk. After the larvae-ridden cheese, it's a blessed relief to sample a clean, down-to-earth Scandinavian recipe.

A little too clean.

Lutefisk is a traditional Norwegian dish featuring cod that has been steeped for many days in a solution of lye, until its flesh is caustic enough to dissolve silver cutlery.

Wait, it gets worse ...
For those of you who don't know, lye (potassium hydroxide/sodium hydroxide) is a powerful industrial chemical used for cleaning drains, killing plants, de-budding cow horns, powering batteries and manufacturing biodiesel. Contact with lye can cause chemical burns, permanent scarring, blindness or total deliciousness, depending on whether you pour it onto a herring or your own face. Or, so the lutefisk industry would have us believe.


#3.Baby Mice Wine



From:
Korea.

What the hell is it?
What better to wash down your gelatinous lumps of lye fish than a nice chilled cup of dead mice? What better indeed.

Baby mice wine is a traditional Chinese and Korean "health tonic," which apparently tastes like raw gasoline. Little mice, eyes still closed, are plucked from the embrace of their loving mothers and stuffed (while still alive) into a bottle of rice wine. They are left to ferment while their parents wring their tiny mouse paws in despair, tears drooping sadly from the tips of their whiskers.

Wait, it gets worse ...
Do you wince at the thought of swallowing a tequila worm? Imagine how you'd feel during a session on this bastard. Whoops, I swallowed a dead mouse! Whoops, there goes another one! Whoops, I just puked my entire body out of my nose!


#2.Pacha



From:
Iraq.

What the hell is it?
Of all the dishes, this is the one most likely to be mistaken for a threatening message from the mob. It' a sheep' head. Boiled.

Wait, it gets worse ...
Pacha only reveals its terror gradually. Sure, maybe you can get around the fact that you're eating face. But, the more you eat it, the more bone is revealed, until you give a final burp and set your cutlery down beside a grinning ivory skull. Its hollow eye sockets stare back at you with a look of grim damnation. "Burp while ye may," the sockets say, "for the same fate will happen to you--and all too soon."

We wonder why the Iraqis keep blowing themselves up? Wouldn't you, if every evening meal was a festival of death?


#1.Balut



From:
The Philippines

What the hell is it?
Behold, for our journey of horror reaches its destination. Balut are duck eggs that have been incubated until the fetus is all feathery and beaky, and then boiled alive. The bones give the eggs a uniquely crunchy texture.
They are enjoyed in Cambodia, Philippines and the fifth and seventh levels of hell. They are typically sold by street vendors at night, out of buckets of warm sand. You can spot the vendors because of their glowing red eyes, and the faint, otherworldly sound of children screaming.

Wait, it gets worse ...
... Because you're never going to look at an egg the same way. Tell yourself that every time you crack open an egg from now on you won't be half expecting a leathery wad of bird to come flopping out into the skillet.

Yes, balut is upsetting on about a half-dozen levels. Sure, all meat eaters know on some level that the delicious chop on your plate used to belong to something cute and fluffy, which gambolled in the sun during the brief spring of its life. Most of the time, it' perfectly possible not to give a shit. But, when you're biting into something that hasn't even had a chance to see its mother' face ... well, it' different.

Had enough of your GROSS DOSAGE for today... Hope your hunger has fuckin died(read suicided) by now...
Enjoy PUKING!!!

Just another "College Life" philosophy.....

"It's COLLEGE.
Make MISTAKES. Make the same mistake TWICE because it is too good to only be made once.
FORGIVE others. Forgive yourself.
FORGET things.
PARTY on a weekday. PARTY HARDER on the weekends. Forget that you partied at all.
Get SICK. Get so sick that you don't remember how you got sick.
SKIP CLASS.
Watch MOVIES instead of doing homework.
STAY UP ALL NIGHT before a final.
Be SPONTANEOUS. Make PLANS. Break plans.
LOVE. Get ATTACHED. Get JEALOUS. Fall hard.
BREAK HEARTS and get your HEART BROKEN.
CRY. CRY HARDER than you ever have, then LAUGH at it later. LAUGH SO HARD you can't stop.
Have MOMENTS that you wish would never end. Have moments you wish never began.
Have CONVERSATIONS that you'll NEVER FORGET. Have conversations without saying a word.
Say the WRONG thing at the wrong time.
Get ANGRY. Be CONFUSED. It will all become clear eventually.
It's COLLEGE...These are the good old days you're going to miss in the years ahead!"

ahem... so what do you say... did I miss something??? Well as the title says Just another "College Life" philosophy... wanna know what according to an idiot a NOT JUST ANOTHER "COLLEGE LIFE" PHILOSOPHY would be... it would probably go something like...
FUCK IT ALL!
FUCK THIS WORLD!
FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR!
DON'T BELONG!
DON'T EXIST!
DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
and DON'T YOU FUCKING JUDGE ME!

Outgoing Idiot

Well if you are reading this post thinking its related to cellphone... dun read the next few lines!
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Okay i know its a bad joke but so what, even the programs you watch on your fuckin idiot box shows you something or the other(infact everything) thats got a bad sense of humour in it!

Anyways yeah about the outgoing idiot... its just that from the past few days I've been going out a lot... with whom you'll ask... well with the love of my life... my bike!!!
And there's just no stopping me... I've been roaming around the whole of Noida just like that!!!

Well I think thats it for this post... My bike needed a mention on my blog hence this post!!!

Adios!!!

The 10 Most Ridiculous Band Names in Rock History

Here's a scenario: You start a rock band, which you just happen to name after spending several hours huffing paint and drinking bleach. You spend a few years playing small clubs until you're discovered by a major label and start selling a lot of records. And suddenly you realize that the stupid name you thought up when you were huffing all that paint is going to follow you around for the rest of your life.

Here are the 10 bands who, regardless of their own musical quality, have the stupidest names on record.

#10.Nickelback

The story: Lead singer Chad Kroeger was having trouble coming up with a name, and so approached his brother, who worked at a Starbucks. Coffee was $1.95, which meant every customer who paid two bucks got—waiiiit for it—a nickel back. (It was either that or We're Sorry About the Homeless Man Shooting Up in the Bathroom.)

Why it's ridiculous: Asking cashiers at franchise coffee shops for career advice can only end in tragedy. (Kroeger suffered similar woes after getting a Wal-Mart greeter to do his taxes for him, resulting in the repossession of his house.) If you walk up to the cashier behind a Starbucks counter and, instead of ordering a Tall Sumatran, ask them to name your shitty band, odds are you're going to get something giving-people-change-for-coffee-based.

#9.Stone Temple Pilots

The story: One of the band members thought the logo on the STP car treatment spray bottles was cool. So yes, in case you were wondering: a lot of thought went into this.

Why it's ridiculous: Most of the band members seemed to think titling songs "Kitchenware & Candy Bars" and getting addicted to heroin was a fantastic idea, too. Evidence suggests they might not be the guys to turn to for well-reasoned decisions. The mental image of four guys flying around ancient Aztec temples matches up better with a psychedelic rock band, not a bunch of cock-rockers penning songs like "Meatplow" and "Sex-Type Thing."

#8.Matchbox 20

The story: Explanations range from the name being the title of a song from an earlier band to the band's drummer seeing the word "matchbox" and the number 20 on a guy's shirt in a restaurant. Either way, shut the fuck up, Rob Thomas.

Why it's ridiculous: If you're going to pick a band name that doesn't mean shit, there's an unspoken rule it should at least sound cool (Soundgarden, etc). Matchbox 20 manages a triple play of mediocrity: It's incomprehensible, it's boring and it's not even very original, given how many other generic bands showed up at the same time as matchbox with "word-number" combos (Blink-182, Sum 41, 13 Engines, Seven Mary Three, etc.).

#7.W.A.S.P.

The story: Eager for a cool-sounding metal band name, Blackie Lawless, Rik Fox, Randy Piper and Tony Richards decided to take the word "wasp," then for no reason punctuate the shit out of it.

Why it's ridiculous: When not naming themselves after animals, insects, or something misspelled, metal bands love acronyms. However, unlike KISS (which at least purportedly means "Knights In Satan's Service") or H.I.M. ("His Infernal Majesty"), the best that Lawless has been able to come up over the years is "We Ain't Sure, Pal." (This is probably better than "White Anglo-Saxon Protestants," but only slightly.) Worse, looking at W.A.S.P. song titles like "L.O.V.E. Machine" and "9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y." you start to suspect they might not even know what an acronym is, and just think punctuating stuff looks badass.

#6.Goo Goo Dolls

The story: The band found the name in an issue of True Detective Magazine after a club owner balked at their original name, the Sex Maggots.

Why it's ridiculous: Say it out loud. There's your reason. But not only does the name sound like something an infant would gargle while bursting forth out of the birth canal, it doesn't come anywhere near to complimenting the band's sound (neither does the Sex Maggots, for that matter). Sure it might have seemed like an ironic name back when you guys were young and confident that you'd always rock the fuck out, but now you're on adult contemporary radio, and your name reminds people of the gurgling mess in the back seat that brought their youth to an abrupt end. ROCK!

#5.Panic! At the Disco

The story: Named after the Smiths song, "Panic," which includes a line about a disco burning down. Note that this offers no explanation whatsoever for the exclamation mark/typo.

Why it's ridiculous: Much like their contemporaries in the whine-rock genre, the title utterly fails at being either cute or intelligent, and is instead simply annoying. At least Fall Out Boy is a Simpsons reference. A bad and obvious one, sure, but that has to earn you a little mileage. Panic! At the Disco makes us imagine a bunch of effeminate guys running around a dance floor freaking out because they ran out of eyeliner.

#4.Limp Bizkit

The story: Rumor has it that the name comes from the title of the masturbation game, "limp biscuit," in which a group of, no doubt, highly intelligent scholars stand around a biscuit and masturbate onto it. The last guy to ejaculate has to eat it. So in a metaphorical way, the American public has been losing this game every time Limp Bizkit released an album.

Why it's ridiculous: Following the naming convention of its mentor band Korn, Limp Bizkit intentionally misspelled their band name, because that's phat with the kids. Fred Durst was apparently operating under the impression that naming his band after a game in which a bunch of lonely white teenagers stand around jacking off in front of each other was just a little too intellectually haughty, and decided to "dumb it down a little" for us proles. Oh, and it's pretty much never a good idea to describe your hard rock band as "limp."

#3.Chumbawamba

The story: A group of British "anarchists" with strong political opinions needed a band name that resonated with the passion of their views, and so picked a gibberish word that means nothing.

Why it's ridiculous: Rage Against the Machine might be a little trite for a band name, but at least it gets the point across: Its members are furious with society for vague reasons you'll need to purchase the album to discover. U2's name doesn't mean anything overtly political, but Bono makes up for it by writing lots of preachy songs about world peace and running around U.N. conferences pretending to be the President of Earth. Chumbawamba, meanwhile, has a retarded name, and their only political statement to date is 'Tubthumping,' which takes the controversial stance that it's incredibly fun to get shitfaced.

#2.Puddle of Mudd

The story: The 1993 Missouri River flood left the band's practice space a muddy mess, which led them to this name—instead of the far better one, Missouri River Flood.

Why it's ridiculous: Not only do we get an extra "d" for no reason (these guys are the anti-Staind), we also have the privilege of getting an altogether unnecessary word. No, it couldn't just be Mudd Puddle. We definitely need that extra "of." Just like when you're ordering lunch and will sometimes get a sandwich of tuna with chips of potato. Bonus ridiculousness: This band name would actually work perfectly as the name for a bohemian coffee shop where a girl in an orange tank top with a brown bandana on her head asks if you want an organic wheat muffin.

#1.!!!

The story: aka Chk-Chk-Chk. In the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy, the clicks in the Bushmen's native language were represented with exclamation marks in the subtitles. The band thought that was cool, apparently, and named themselves three clicks. (This also makes the second band that's completely unsearchable by Google.)

Why it's ridiculous: "Hey, Nic Offer, lead singer of the three-exclamation-mark band whose name I can't even begin to pronounce, even after I heard them masturbating all over you on NPR, why did you name your band three exclamation marks?"

"Have you seen the movie The Gods Must Be Crazy?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, then I really can't explain it."

(A Coke bottle descends from the sky and hits Offer on the head, sending him on an amazing journey of discovery.)

Choose

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television!
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose diet and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life..I chose something else.And the reasons?
There are no reasons.

Branded Interests

Anything around us these days is graded in quality not by any factor but by the "Brand" name it carries....i mean i rather pay 600 extra bucks and take a levis jeans then some other similar jeans....{why is an other question....guaranteed quality is my answer & we can fight on that topic another time} but my point is.....anything from Cars to Clothes to Shoes to Watches {thats as far as my needs go} is run by "Brand".
But ever heard about branded "Interests", yeah i know the first thing that comes to your mind is 'How the fuck can interests be branded?'. well i got your answer, most ppl have only broken knowledge in most things they do....Lets take the example of a guy studying engineering from a decent coll for example....most normal decent urban guys have 3-4 things in mind.... ROCK, SOCCER and Southpark {the 4th is dope, booze etc}....
Now for a "idiot" to 'maintain' his cool dude image, he would listen to a few rock songs his friends gave him, watch a few sitcoms that are generally said to be 'intelligent comedy' and so on...although he would otherwise listen to crap and watch crap and be happy and content about it. Now when someone else comes and says he likes Mettalica, all he would say is he loves it, and adores it to the fullest, but really has no idea of the kind of music they actually do...He would generally make his opinion based on the brand value of the interest than on his own feeling...

Let me share few things here.... a few months ago i was kinda obsessed with GODSMACK's Voodoo and Serenity, so was playing it back to back for quite a while...when one such idiot came and told me this, and i quote "dude the pop crap is better than this", but when i said that it was Godsmack and that he should hear the song again he replied back saying...."godsmack is awesome dude...and so is this song", now i ain't saying anything...all i could do is laugh at him...another time he sat behind me when i was watching Southpark, he said Dragon Ball Z or some other crap was better and that i sould stop wasting my time on such stuff, when i told him it was Southpark, his immediate reaction was "OH!!"...and then started raving about how good he felt Southpark was....

I mean there is something called individuality and identity , when these both r molded depending on other's choices...those words ironically loose their main meaning...hope ppl get it...

Well i cant draw any conclusions from this but i can surely say something "Your Interests are YOUR own", it doesn't matter if the world hates them as long as you like it." and it amuses me to think about the extent to which these idiots go to keep up their image, even though everyone knows he is an asshole......well all i can say to them is Amen!!



PS:1) Was to post this one in the month of may....but couldn't because i was pretty darn lazy to do it :P ....
2)Happy birthday asshole (DHAW).....this post is ur gift.....(well a few hours delay can never hurt anyone right....

Ode to the Nice Guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

THIS IDIOT SAW IDIOCRACY

Idiocracy... no its not the weird stuff we "BRILLIANT IDIOTS" do but is a 2006 American dark comedy directed by Mike Judge, and starring Luke Wilson and Maya Rudolph.

The two main characters submit to a hibernation experiment that goes afoul, and they awaken 500 years in the future, to discover that dysgenics and cultural anti-intellectualism have resulted in a uniformly stupid United States, called "Uhh-merica."

Mike Judge's vision of 2505 which acc to me was the USP of the movie was hillarious as well as frightening!
Overall a movie worth downloading for you FILTHY LEECHERS always sneaking some torrent or p2p!

HEADBANGER PORTRAITS

Contrary to common outsider beliefs, heavy metal fans have a variety of personalities, looks and attitudes.
Which Headbanger are you?

CLEAN CUT has a short, well-maintained haircut and looks like a Top-40 fanboy. Keeps all his music in alphabetical order.

DUDE looks 10 years older than he really is. Has a beer belly, ponytail and receding hairline. So shy around chicks that he couldn't get laid in a free whorehouse.

THE BURNOUT has long, stringy hair that hasn't been washed for 6-weeks. Upper eyelids are dark brown from excessive pot use.

CLUELESS ask this metal chick who she likes and she'll usually say Creed or some other lite-metal.

THE HOTTIE this chick has hair down to her waist and lets it fly from the first power chord. All you can think about when you see her is her hair flying while she's bouncing on your dick. Every DUDE dreams he can have her.

ADONIS is the gender opposite of THE HOTTIE. He always has perfectly permed hair, ultra-bright teeth and is always wearing an open shirt to show off his natural washboard abs. Thinks he can get any HOTTIE but is really more in love with himself than anything.

RUNT aka IMP is short, portly and is just starting into his teen years. He's just discovering the big boys of metal--Zeppelin, Sabbath, Maiden and Metallica and is easily impressed when you drop the names of a few Death/Power metal bands. May grow into a DUDE.

TRENDY follows every popular metal trend to come along. He cut his hair when Chris Cornell did, wore black clothes and colored contacts, colored a lock of hair red and had a bald head and soulpatch. Can't wait for the new metal mags to come out and hangs out at Hot Topic.

NORTON is bald, heavily tattooed and most likely to be seen in a neo-nazi pit swinging his fists at guys he has repressed homosexual love for.

THE FAKE always drops the names of metal bands he supposedly listens to. Bands he mentions are last year's favorites and are despised by real headbangers. Points his fingers a lot and tries to hook-up with CLUELESS at parties.

THE TROLL spends most of his time on Internet message boards arguing with other metal fans that he has listened to metal longer than them. Anytime a favorite band of his changes their style just the slightest bit, he is the first to declare them sell-outs.

EARTH DOG plays in a decent band and feels that they need more recognition, so he goes to a local radio station and threatens them with waterguns containing pepper sauce, demanding that their demo be played.

BIG HAIR is a chick who's stuck in the late-80s with teased-up hair, big legs and a skirt three sizes too short. Probably sucked off a member of Motley Crue, Poison or Warrant back in 1988. Her daughter did it in 2003.

STICK is a tall, rail-thin, lanky fucker who looks like a skeleton with skin. He wouldn't have any shape if it wasn't for his Adam's Apple.

BUBBA is fat, owns a truck, wears flannel shirts 7 days af the week and is more of a hard rock fan than a true metal head. He does know AC/DC, a few Metallica songs and knows Sabbath did Paranoid and Iron Man.

MULLET drinks Budweiser, drives a Camero, and digs 15 year olds. Most likely to be seen with BUBBA at a show. Wears mirrored sunglasses when he's high.

BETH is a sweet, average chick who gets her issues out with her earphones and a pawn shop stereo. She shocks everyone when she says she loves Overkill.

THE HEADBANGER is your average, run-of the-mill metal listener. They have some black shirts mixed in with their work clothes. They work regular jobs during the day and listen to their favorite CDs during the evening. They are the lifeblood that nourishes the metal scene. Appreciate them.

DISHRAG is the skanky slut who blows all the road crew for a backstage pass. She really doesn't care all that much for the bands, but since they're in town she has something to do.

CTHULU is the unshaven guy at a concert who towers over everybody else, but is too lumbering and stupified to get into the pit. Pushes a broomstick in a factory.

THE BLACK PLAGUE wears black clothes, has black hair, sleeps in a black room with black candles and would eat black cereal with black milk if possible.

VAMPYRE has a close resemblance to THE BLACK PLAGUE but is into sustaining his own lifeforce through other's blood and energy. Lives in a theater of mediocrity.

HELL RAT is into pentagrams, Satan and scaring people. Always said he'd die before he's thirty, but ends up married and miserable like the rest of us.

DREADHEAD hasn't seen the outside of his room for weeks, worships early Metallica, talks about death, nihilism and collects Nietzsche books he never reads.

THE WARRIOR thinks he's descended straight from the blood of Conan the Barbarian. Uses the words: faith, power, gods, grog and battle-ax a lot. Is married with kids and is waiting for Ragnarok to put him out of his misery.

JULIARD plays in a three-piece progressive metal band to single-digit crowds on the weekends and works at Longhorn Steakhouse during the weekday.

JAKE is big, ugly, hairy, looks like he just got out of jail yesterday and probably did.

BOOKER is the lone black guy you see at every metal concert.

GIMP is the lone handicap you see at every metal concert.

BRUCE is the lone homo at metal shows. Well, he's not alone; he's just the most visible.

THORAZINE is as crazy as a shithouse rat and listens to metal because it fits well with his hallucinations. Likes to take a daily cocktail of Prozac, Paxil, alcohol and crystal Meth.

THE CRITIC finds any negative thing he can say about every band and their music because he could never play a full song on his Sears-bought guitar much less tune it.

THE ARCHIVE has a housefull of metal. He has forgotten more bands then you'll ever know.

THE SNOB only listens to bands he thinks nobody has ever heard of whether they are good or not. Usually they aren't.

THE FOSSIL still has his Iron Butterfly album and calls any metal he hears "acid rock".

MACHINE HEAD owns half a dozen guitars, a Marshall stack and a $2000 pedal system. He can play a hundred riffs, but can't play a full song.

RIVITHEAD is a true metalhead, but can't hold down a job because he's about as bright as a burnt-out lightbulb in a trashcan on Jupiter. Usually found reading comic books in the booth at a self-service gas station.

Ek Chidiya

Its next to impossible to forget this song if you had a TV(and watched it too) in the early 90's. May be 1989 - 1993 period. There were a bunch of 'short programs' that would be aired every now and then on DD national - the one and the only channel!. This one was "Ek Anek aur Ektha"

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

I am a Punk Rocker!

When it comes to rock, I don't follow any rules I know that rocking out is all about taking down the man I've got an incredible stage presence and rock persona I scare moms, make bad girls (or boys) swoon, and live life on the edge!

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

El Clásico

9th May 2007, a day when two fierce but friendly forces named NASHEDEEZ and EAGLES fought on the soccer field for the first and last time. NASHEDEEZ for their pride and EAGLES for NASHEDEEZ's respect! It was one hell of a match... an era was to bid goodbye to their loving juniors(except for Amboozed with whom we'll play again next yr :P )! The friendly battle turned out to be a never to be forgotten CLASSIC!

THE TEAMS:

NASHEDEEZ, a group of IV year guys and a III year boy Amboozed(who got his farewell a bit early... damn it 1 year earlier) anyways this grp, if you're a complete soccer, sutta+maal=joint, booze, rock n roll addict you are welcomed by them or else fuck off and get your ass kissed by some gay!

EAGLES, a group of II year guys (although we too played a I year kiddo from our side) very similar to Nashedeez in the attitude and manners!


LINE UP:

Nashedeez: Sid, Molac, Chiddhu, Debu, Nikki, Tau, Krish, Panchee, Poochie, Londe, Jawan, Dama, Dude, and ofcourse our very own Amboozed! These are all the special jersey name that each one of Nashedeez got and my apologies if i missed someone's name.

Eagles: Chooza, Dhaw, Nash, Ganja, Mutthi, T, Pinnu, Jolly, Nikunj, Shikhar, Anshul and Sandy


KICK OFF:

Just before the kick off there were some major things that needed to be dealt with like:
1- Goal Post of one side was not in its right place so a combined rescue team was launched which after lotsa efforts managed to get it in place! BRAVO rescue team! :P
2- One important player from each side, Molac from Nashedeez and Ganja from Eagles were "MISSING". They both eventually showed up later during the match!
3- Refree for this game was no where to be found so both the teams decieded to FUCK the refree by hypothetically showing a RED CARD to him before the match! :P

THE GAME:

I aint no fuckin commentator so here's the match summary

1st Half: Action packed but with no goals

2nd Half: Explosive with 1 goal from each side (Debu scored for Nashedeez after 10 mins of kick off and Chooza scored for Eagles in the dying moments of the match)

Extra Time: Nothing but ordinary soccer (The Sutta effect)
Finally it all came down to Penalty Shoot Out stage, now i'm not gonna ridicule my team by telling about each penalty.....

Nashedeez won the shootout and the match 1-1(4-2 pen.)!

To be really honest this was one of the few very special moments of my life cuz this was a match played as a farewell to the guys whom we loved so much (being straight... you sick mind) The brotherhood that i shared with some of these guys was awesome... We'll(read I on behalf of my whole team) always miss you Nashedeez!

BTW... Keep checkin the space for the snaps taken during the match!

Those Bastards killed Kenny

This is a South park themed post...but will add in stuff for the other readers as well...yeah and in this episode of southpark kenny is killed even before the episode starts...lol let me explain...TOday is sam's bday and he got one hell of a beating today...although sam is more cartman like, had to change him to kenny coz he got pulverised pretty bad & kenny always dies...anyways happy bday bitch...u deserve a bday post...and that is exactly wat i am doing...anyways he got thrashed pretty badly...yeah it is a custom in coll to almost kill the guy for the sin he commited...that of being born....although i dont disagree with the idiots who started this phylosophy....that of treating "being born" to be a sin....i dont go with them about the trashing part...its just lame and barbaric, i mean wat r u trying to do?? and why the fuck does he(bday boy) get fucked so bad for that...well thats why i guess i am the brilliant idiot shouting at the others...anyways...happy bday sam...from all us "Brilliant Idiots"

Idiot for real

Hey there... m back... back again..... this time though, FURIOUS..... Boy why do these freakin LAB TEST have to come..... I was so much so frustrated after today's lab test that I felt like jumping off the smallest possible place(you dun want me to die.... do you???)and So i jumped off a ladder step!

Had a viva in a subject called Recombinant DNA Technology on a Experiment Protocol that my grp submitted last week...
Not goin into the fuckin(1) details of the fuckin(2) subject cuz my course coordinator fucked(3) me by her fuckitatin(4) ques.and all i cud do was to show her a fuckicious(5) face that sucked(read fucked again if you like the "F" word so much)! Boy she fired up ques like she was an A.K.47 and someone doubted its effectiveness!

Really, I had to go watch Spidey-3 after that "F"iva to come back to my normal self!
K..... about Spidey-3 now.... all those who said its a lame movie including sHaDy can go "F" themselves cuz I liked every second of it!

This is to every spidey fan out there... Go TO YOUR NEAREST CINEMA HALL AND WATCH THE DAMN MOVIE.... ITS WORTH ITS TICKET PRICE!

Another Idiot of our world.....

Meet Sodhi sir from some channel V advertisement..... he's gotta funny accent and the way he speaks some particular words is just hillarious...
watch for yourself....

Here we go.....Again....

This is the "sHaDy" version of the first post....

Since Dhaw already explained all the real idiots about the blog, lemme explain my kinda idiots about our blog.The name of the blog "Brilliant Idiots", we decided on it coz we guyz r labeled as idiots in our coll/our small little world in no where, by the majority of the real idiots we have in huge numbers here....hence the name...

In this blog, we will shout out whenever frustrated with the idiots of this world, or just frustrated, or just want to shout out.....by showing our anger at one of us, the core group(read actual contributors) defines a certain type of the world (minus the idiots), so we shout out at each other, defining our anger at that part of the community....

Well one more thing, noone here on this blog gives a fuck about what u think about us, u r free to tell us, but fuck u we dont care....ppl who get offended by our blog can fuck themselves (if u r a hot babe, we might even do it for u) and u can get the fuck off our site....this blog is made just for us, not to woo ppl or to impress anyone but just to scream out at the world of the idiots...

So u can label us as idiots or, watever it is u idiots say,
u can try replying to us as frequently as u may,
or even dismiss the whole thing as just a stupid essay,
but all i tell u is "fuck u and have a nice day".




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