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Moved

2007-03-25T23:44:00.000+03:00

All further posts will be available at

http://clintsgonekiwi.blogspot.com

New website online

2006-11-07T00:41:00.000+03:00

visit http://arroclint.com

the new website is uploaded. its not complete. but most of the photographs are up. will keep updating when i have the time...

cheers

Converstations with taz

2006-10-18T12:15:00.000+03:00

To give you a brief introduction about taz, hes a male flight attendant and he travels all over the world. And being on the same mental wavelenght as i am it creates many a zany converstations. Yesterday he told me something that i just cant get over. He just got back from Osaka Japan and this is what he saw there.

In the subway, during peak commuting hours, at each entrance door of the trains, stands 2 or 3, glove and surgical mask wearing bouncer type people, who once the commuters enter the train will adjust the way you stand and push and pull you in spaces so the most amount of people can fit in efficiently in one bogey... its like human tetris.

i love the japanese for things like this. they didnt make the train bigger. but they just squezzed more people in efficiently...

& i love the bombay railway system for perfecting the system. we have this process automated...

Qatar

2006-10-16T11:24:00.000+03:00

I shot this picture yesterday for Qatar Telecommuncations. But the reason i find this picture so captivating is that working here in doha truly feels like this. its been 6 years now since ive been here. and i have more bad work experiences than good ones. but i always looked at it as lessons learned. In hindsight im glad the experiences were so painful.

Anyhows.

In qatar nobody really cares. As long as the money is in the bank everything else is just secondary. Right now in qatar 60% of the billboards and out door stuff has my photography on it. For the last month every newspaper has at least 1 of my photography in it. Worked on the Asian Games ticket campaign. so if u see a ticket advert for the asian games its probably mine. In any other country it would be quite a big deal. but in qatar its still secondary. Its how much money ive made out of all this thats more intersting to people than the fact that i did the dam work.

this is why the picture makes soo much sense to me. I might as well be working in the middle of the desert somewhere, but as long as i have the money in the bank, id keep smiling staring at the computer screen... like monkeys in a cage. we get our food. we scratch our heads, we throw shit around. in the end of the day we keep smiling at the world that passes by outside our cage.

Recently i had partnered up with grey worldwide to handle all their photography. was busy so no blogging. But the projects are over and im back to typing words at a computer screen. will put up the pics soon. some funny, some just silly. we also stuffed a ferarri with food till it overflowed. will explain everything shortly. its good to be back.......

G'day Mate!

2006-09-03T16:01:00.000+03:00

Ive just gotten back from my trip to Australia and New Zealand. And this is what I have to say about that. ITS TOO FAR AWAY…

Man, getting there is such a task. Its just hours and hours of sitting in a seat designed to make you feel uncomfortable. No matter how many gadgets u put into a seat and how many attachments you put in it, the space is just too little. I figured, that for those 24 odd hours of flying time it becomes like a really tiny hotel room. You get room service when u press a button. Your mess gets cleared up without asking. Your tv screen is really tiny. Your phone calls are charged. The seat your in has been used a kazillion times before. But if you are at a window seat, and if you are lucky you get a good view.

Here’s one thing I know for sure. The person sitting next to you is more interesting than you think. When you fly across oceans like I did your bound to be seated next to someone who has lived a completely different life than you have and trust me its bloody fascinating. If its not fascinating its definitely downright hilarious.

On my way to Brisbane I was seated next to this Australian woman. Didnt talk much with her till I reached Singapore cause I was just tired and wanted to sleep. But then I offered her some mint when I woke up and we started chatting. She was a ‘goat farmer’

Yes you read it right. She lived on farm, worked on a farm and bread goats for a living. And I cannot begin to tell you how much info I received on goats. Today I have new found respect for goats. Someday if anyones interested ill put up a post of all that she had told me and trust me you’ll be amazed as well.

On my way back to Doha, I met this Scottish guy who lived in Australia but was working for the government that controlled the population of mosquitoes. It seems that someday there might be a new epidemic if the disease carrying mosquitoes aren’t kept in check from now. He didn’t tell me much about the mosquitoes but he did tell me bout all the diseases they carry. It’s a very scary thought knowing how deadly the small insects are who we just consider as pests….

Once in Brisbane the I had a great time. The weather was great and the company was amazing. But then again I was with the love of my life bev so everything is always good when im with her. Will post the pics sometime soon. This post was just a filler for the people who missed me.

Big thanks going out to all of my kiwi friends. Ross, Reah, Lawrence, Surbi, Arron, Mel and Wayne. Wouldn’t have been half the fun if you guys wernt around. I had a real great time and I hope we can all do something like that again soon…

Cheers!!!

Chameli Night

2006-08-05T12:02:00.000+03:00

“You can take a man out of India but you can never take the need for extreme stupidity out of an indian”.

- Clinton Cardozo. 4th august 2006

This is a post ive been wanting to write for a while now but never got around to doing it cause I didn’t get an overdose of what I experienced last night. Following is the gist of my morbid experience at something called chameli night.

We have this club here called cloud NYN. It’s quite a cozy place to go to on the weekends. Its not an awesome club but the guy who runs the place Satish, aka Dj stash is a great guy and I support him in whatever endeavors he sets on. He plays the music I like and there are generally some good friends around so you kinda forget the fact that it’s a dingy dump.

Anyhow stash throws these various theme nights. One of them is called chameli night.
It is what the name states it is. A night dedicated to Indian remixed club music. Firstly id like there to have been a better name. and not the most common name of a really cheap Indian prostitute. They even made a movie bout this Indian prostitute called chameli.

You would think that naming a theme night after majority of indian hookers will keep the people at bay. But let me tell you that the club had to send people away at the gate. It was THAT crowded. I like crowds in clubs, it makes it more clubby. But when I get brushed by this overzealous fat indian dude who is drenched with sweat in his authentic silk kurta it makes me rethink how good of a friend stash is to me. If ever I had gone and experienced this Kumbh ka mela I keep hearing about in old hindi movies, it probably would have felt like it. I was scared that I would never find my way back to civilization.

Don’t get me wrong; I don’t mind the theme night. Being a musician I do appreciate the different kinds of musical genres. Even if its like hindi club music. What I have an issue with is the kinda people it attracts. Why cant us Indians tone is down a little? I don’t like loud obnoxious people who try soo hard to show everyone they are having fun. Indians on the whole are loud, yeah I agree. You can see that at every goan wedding but when ure in a confined space and everyone is behaving the same way, it gets a little daunting.

Then comes the good old indian attitude. You must remember something. Indians are lovers not fighters. We came up with the kamasutra. The japs came up with the art of war stuff. Heck we even won our independence with the non violence/non corporation movement. We just look stupid when It comes to arrogance. But people from the indian subcontinent somehow feel that its cool to give the “don’t fuck with me or ill ‘try’ and beat you up” look. They suddenly get over protective about their girlfriends and for some reason the table that their sitting at. For fucks sake man!!! The reason I look at ure girlfriend is cause I cant believe how ugly she is and how anyone in the right mind would let her out in public. And as far as your table is concerned I don’t have a fetish for your table. You can take it home and make sweet love to it as far as im concerned. im sure it’ll still be better than your hideous girlfriend.

Last but not least… the chicks!!!

Heres the equation

Hindi remix + ghagra choli + barefeet bharatnatium + rum = somebody shoot me!

I never consider myself good looking. I never have and never will. I do look like im upto something all the time but that’s just me. I would never overdress myself & behave like im Brad Pitts long lost brother. But apparently some women that I seen last night have no clue or concept of a mirror. I have noting against people who aren’t good looking,. But I have something against people who think they are good looking but arnt really. Because they get loud. Try to attract a lotta attention. But heres the mystery, they actually get the attention. I mean from equally ugly guys but then I guess they cancel each other out.

I must confess that there was some songs that I really liked and I was with a decent set of people who were enjoying it a little more than I was but I wasn’t really bored. As insane as it was and a mockery of the indian culture I somehow was mildly amused by the whole thing. It made me realize that who we as a culture are gonna destroy ourselves from within. We don’t need any other country to come bomb us. We just need some gyrating bollywood actors and actresses defining which direction our culture takes. Bollywood has become the benchmark for our culture. And what is bollywood anyways. Just a sodomised version of whatever Hollywood has to offer. We have all become the sheep that follows the footsteps of really bad pop culture.

I rest assured that I wont be going for a chameli night anytime soon. I got an overdose of India. I love my country, but when I get a cruel reminder of the people I have to deal with, id rather take my chances elsewhere.

Mind Trip

2006-08-03T15:49:00.000+03:00

A couple of days ago i had a meeting at the Ritz carlton hotel. so while sitting in the restaurant in the lobby some breakfast was ordered. And this is what they served the water in. when i saw the waiter carrying the glasses on the tray i just couldnt get over the fact that they were all tilted.

We are soo used to the conventional way of seeing things. so when something unconventional comes along it grabs a whole bunch of attention. its still water in a glass. but make the glass tilted sideways and its gonna make you look. it creates a little drama... and we all need a little drama sometimes...

Songwriting and updates

2006-08-01T10:59:00.000+03:00

It takes a very small spark of something for me to be gunning to do something. i dont do it for any other reason but to push my own limitations and make others wonder how i have the time to do it. So yeah, ive been listening to a lotta incubus lately. And i have to say that Brandon Boyd has some insane song writing skills. Thats the reason they have the privilage of being my favourite rock outfit. If you listen to any of incubus's songs they are all short stories put down into some medlodic tunes.
I mean how difficult is that? its just like telling someone something that happened and then singing it.

i have written some songs in the past and im sure uve heard it, and many of you have downloaded it but i still felt that it wasn’t serious music. just more ramblings about me getting dumped by women. Anyhow, so i decided to take a wack at serious music, and this is what i realized. You can come up with an awesome tune, and then you can come up with some wicked lyrics. Where you will get fucked is putting them together. Besides the fact that I am a mediocre singer, which I despise myself for somehow its extremely difficult to put words into music. And here is the trickier part. Trying not to make it sound like someone else…

still working on it. Once I do come up with something ill definitely post it…

Other arroclint news…

Ive got my Australian and New Zealand visa. Gonna be there in bout 3 weeks. Will be good to see another country.

Heath ledger seems to be cast as the new Joker in the upcoming sequel to batman begins. I like heath ledger but don’t see him as the joker. Lets see how that turns out.

Dead Phish seems to picking up a lotta fan fare locally. Friends over here cant seem to get over it. Gonna try and make a dedicated website for it. Gonna make some deadpish Tshits. Anyone wanna buy?

the Heineken story

2006-07-25T19:30:00.000+03:00

This country will never seize to amaze me. Every now and then i get this very rude awakening about how backward this country really is.

I was working on this job for a new client. They supply all the booze in this country. And since there was this new promotion for heineken comming up they gave me some artwork to produce. very simple and straight forward stuff. but heres where the qatar factor comes in...

Every printing press i went to, refused to print any artwork that had anything to do with beer or alchoholic beverages. This is Hipocracy at work here. FucK! i was just asking to print the dam posters i wasnt asking to drink the dam thing. Its really really sad... ive realised to really not bother with explaining anything to qatari's anymore.

the whole country will take 10 steps forward and then 20 steps backwards and then wonder how they got there.

heres a comic to illustrate how i feel...

click on the link below

http://arroclint.com/comic5.jpg.jpg

Brain function

2006-07-18T10:30:00.000+03:00

Couple of days ago somebody asked me how i think up all the things i think up. so i decided to make a graphical representation of how my brain works...

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2006-07-16T00:47:00.000+03:00

This post has no heading. But with due reason. and the reason being that i cant summerise what im about to write... but it will make sense once u dwell on it...

Man WAS meant to fly. its just that god or whichever governing heavenly body didnt give us wings. But that wasnt the problem... the problem was beliving that we didnt have wings to begin with... to sum it up... we put limitations on ureselfs.

im not talking about literal flight. where i jump off a cliff and start soaring. im talking about the human spirit.

in my line of work i meet a whole bunch of people. and most of those people i meet are quite content with the way their lives are goin. that being said that, they are quite satisfied knowing that in the end of the day, they get their pay check and thats preety much it. life becomes the constant struggle to get more money... i repeat again... life becomes the constant struggle to get more money...

money has become the sole commodity for people to live for. whats happened to living life for the glory of things. having new experinces, doing things knowing the fact that this life is the only shot your gonna get to be all you can be. people today pride themselves with the fact that they got a cool car, bike, shoes, clothes, computers, mp3 players... since when has having a good life depend on the things you own... in the words of brad pitt in fight club "things you own, end up owning you"

True?

Human flight and the ability to soar comes for the sole fact in beliving that noting is impossible. As kids we always believe that we can grow up to be whatever we want. also as kids we've had the most fun. thats cause we believe that anything is possible with a little bit of immagination. at some point in our existance we let that child inside us go and the limitations are instantly put fourth.

do you ever sit to think about when that happened? when was that single moment where you clipped your wings and decided to keep your feet on the ground...

i know its a complete mind trip if u really sit to think about it... but i think its worth it... even i lost that ability to fly... but im tryin to figure out how to get it back. every moment that goes by, things get clearer... and im already off the ground....

Comic 004

2006-07-10T16:46:00.000+03:00

Men & Kings...

2006-07-03T14:24:00.000+03:00

Definition: Honour (or honor) comprises the reputation, self-perception or moral identity of an individual or of a group.

I was watching my one of my all time favourite animations the other day. Cowboy bebop. It’s a futuristic Japanese rendition of bounty hunters searching for fugitives. But like all Japanese animations the lead character will always get in to a fight scene for the honour. Even when he dies, he dies with honour.

Last night there was a small incident where in one of my friends got into a small bar altercation. And this is a good friend of mine so I jumped in and calm things down. Things got heated and then things got calm eventually. Stupid behaviour was at large but then again that’s what happens at bars. And it happens a lot around immature people. In this particular incident there was no wrong people. Just misunderstood people. But when u add the influence of alcohol, the story takes G force turns.

That was just the background setup. Heres what my post is about. Later on while driving home after everything had calmed down, there was this other passenger in the car who said this to me. I don’t remember the exact words but they went something like this. “ I don’t know where your loyalties lie but I would have never got myself involved in a situation like that”

Again I say that those wernt the exact words but that’s the context it was said in.

It was like a hammer to the head. My head in particular. I could feel my grey matter oozing outta my ears. Not because this person made sense in his/her morbid way, but cause at that point, I saw honour die…

Its justified that people don’t like getting involved in things that could get them into trouble. But heres my question. If ever you were in trouble, would u rather your friends just watch the fun or stand up besides you just for that honourable moral support.

People in this day and age in their individualistic lifestyles don’t seem the find the need to stand up for what’s right. If it doesn’t involve them, then they aren’t concerned. And I feel that it is this way of thinking that will lead all of us to certain damnation.

I know ive been judged bout this a few times before. And people wonder why I do it. They see no reason for me to be standing up for anyone.

But I don’t stand up for anybody; I stand up for whats right. Not everyone is born with that gift of dealing with situations. Well I can deal with tricky situations, and if I can help im gonna do it without hesitation. The rest of the world may not get involved as far as im concerned. but that’s what makes me who I am. I may get beat up, I may get into loads of trouble, but aleast ill do it with some honour, and that’s something that everyones let go of in this day and age.

Honour is what made men into kings and Respect will last a lifetime. We all gotta die someday, might as well die honorably.

Revival

2006-06-27T12:32:00.000+03:00

as most of you loyal creative lock visitors know, i havent been blogging much lately. its not cause i dont have anything to write its just that i havent had the time to do so. Right now my brain is soo full up with information i can feel it seeping out of my ears, like how a beer can fizzes on opening after shaking it violently in one hand while doin the macarena or that stupid ketchup song.

then i remembered what someone close to me told me about time management. and the solution was quite simple.
she simply said... "if you dont have time........ make time!"

its hard to understand the complexity of simplicity. i should blog about that more often. complexity of simplicity. but once you get it, its like learning how to ride a bike. you never forget.

ill explain complexity of simplicity some other day... there is also an inverse theory too. simplicity of complexity... that too i will explain some other time as right now my beer can of a brain is fizzin everywhere and im tryin to direct the fizz to my mouth. (picture it, ull understand)

anyhows one of the first things that i decided to do in my revival as an avid blogger is to start the comic strip 'dead Phish' again. so heres the first 3 sketches just incase you missed them... soo will be the new ones...

enjoy...

Why Fi?

2006-06-11T17:44:00.000+03:00

ive been goin back and fourth bout if i should write this post or not. But today 'Expector'(name concealed, but hes the guy i had the mercedes conversation with) came into my office and agreed with me on this point.

Story first & point Later.

A few days ago i bought this 2nd hand laptop. its a really cool G4 ibook. its small, white and really decent for the price i got it for. and the nifty thing bout this laptop is that its got Wifi built in. which means wireless internet.

since our regular internet service provider doesnt give us a mac driver cd for the dsl modem i had to buy a wireless router. which gives me the freedom to surf the net anywhere in my house for bout a 100 meter radius. (the intellegent people have got the point already).

so anyways now i get to use the laptop anywhere in the house.

heres the point.

the single most interesting and coolest thing about having wireless internet in your house is....

you can surf the net while ure taking a dump!
very crude i know, but its bloody good way to while away that time. and thats the single most important use of wireless internet.

clints back!

2006-05-31T17:21:00.000+03:00

Its been a while and let me just tell you that its been quite a wild ride. ever since the website came up ive been plugging my photography work. i had a few jobs lined up. i lost some of them cause of budget or time constraints. but what i realise is that u cant keep everyone happy. last week i did a shoot for intercontinental hotel. its an international chain of hotels. they gave me a short brief as to what they needed. and i shot the photographys just like they wanted.

the idea was to shoot their outlets. like the restaurants and the mexican club and pool area etc. but to shoot it in a dramatized way. i stylized most of the shots and i think they turned out great...

turns out the general manager thought they lacked depth. he claims they are flat and required more people in it. i disaggree but then again the client is always right...

click here to see the pictures...

Im buying Mercedes cause my car doesn’t have a handle

2006-05-20T23:32:00.000+03:00

No im not buying a Mercedes(you can relax sugar). But the words in the title was a start of a truly insightful conversation. But lemme explain anyways.

You see, i have a friend called lester. Currently, lester drives one of those Hyundai sports cars called the Hyundai coupe or the Hyundai Tiburon in other countries. And one thing this car doesn’t have is one of those handles above the passenger side window. And almost subconsciously everyone who sits in the passenger side seat puts their hands up to look for it. At this point lester always has a small grimace on his face cause it happens to everybody. Lester wants to buy this new Mercedes ya but still trying to find the practicality of buying an expensive car. As this discussion of practicality continued the issue shifted from buying the car to affording the car and eventually it being more a status symbol rather than a commuting vehicle.

Lemme get to the point.

We started to talk about how people judge other people. And here was my argument. How come people judge people on what the own and how much they earn. Y don’t people judge people on how they are as individuals?

Speaking through experience ive had the bad times and ive had the good times. But during the bad times I noticed that people for some reason turn on you. I’ve been blaming the country for this is cause most people in this country seem to mind other peoples business. I don’t know how it is else where. But im sure its not like this. Point being that I lost a lotta friends at a juncture of life where I needed them the most. At least I thought I did. They I start to think whether they were friends after all? Is a rude awakening what we need to know who are friends are?

True that once I started doing way better in life everyone was all praises of clint doin well and dishing complements left right and center. But to what point? The damage was done. Of course what ever happened lead to a very independent lifestyle which I have now but still the friends were linked to some good memories. But were they memories filled with deceit?

Lesters argument was that people expected me to do well. hence when I wasn’t performing up to their expectation they felt let down which in turn led to a whole bunch of bastardly behavior. A very valid point I may add. To some extent he was right. If you look at the “turn the other cheek” principle this is the best way to look at it. Expectation always leads to some kinda disappointment. People arnt really happy with what they already have, a good friend, someone u can count on. They need that successful winner sort of person. They judge people for what they are socially rather than who they are inside.

End of the day. Im glad I got that rude awakening. for 2 reasons. One that I don’t ever want to make friends with people who want to hang out with me for how much I make for a living. And 2, I will never ever judge someone personally for the bad times they’ve gone tru in their lives…

Website up

2006-05-13T00:42:00.000+03:00

Blogger locked me outta my blog cause they thought i was a spammer. i dont konw how many people this has happened to but i couldnt post anything new untill today. after a couple of emails i can get into my blog admin no problem.

so ive been busy this whole week gettin my photography website up. no not a photoblog. a proper flash animated website.

visit the site. and give me some feeback.
also the music on my website has been composed by me. working on a new track.
cheers people..

new photo website. http://arroclint.com

See her now?

2006-05-04T10:02:00.000+03:00

and that daredevil guy was right... the woman is flying... diving rather...

A tattoo called 'Freedom'

2006-04-30T16:23:00.000+03:00

here you go people...

Its very well designed and drawn. within the design lies a naked form of a woman. to the untrained eye its just a bunch of squiglles. but most artists or designers will get it easily...

take your shot and tell me where the woman is and what she is doin...

zoom in and out... it helps.

ill put only the female form and the explaination of the tattoo in my next post...

enjoy...

NZ Trip Pics...

2006-04-27T16:16:00.000+03:00

my Trips pix are uploaded on flickr on the side bar...

enjoy....

Normality

2006-04-25T15:08:00.000+03:00

Well im back to home base. not to say that im too happy to be back cause leaving bev was one of the most difficult things ive had to do in the last few years. But i guess all will work out in due time.

New Zealand is a real great place. every corner you see and it looks like uve probably seen it in a post card. its simply picturesque. so instead of tellin you a whole story of what the place is like ill just jot it down in point form.

1. auckland is called the city of sails. lotsa sail boats there cause theres a constant source of steady wind. so kite flying season is throught the year.

2. the people are very very friendly. and mostly its a laid back kinda lifestyle. its just very comfortable there.

3. people walk bear foot. they say that everything is so clean that u dont need to wear shoes. i find this behaviour very repulsive but its and accepted fact. especially in summer. everyones goes bear foot.

4. its is im possible to play marbles on the sidewalk. cause theres is no road in new zealand that is absolutly flat. whole bunch of slopes everywhere. you are either walkin up one of down one. even the houses are on the slopes.

5. you cannot turn a corner without seeing either of the 2. an indian restaurant or an chinese restaurant. they have them in hordes there. but i must say that there are more far eastern people there than indians... and the mallus are the dominant indian species...

6. people like settin people up. the dating culture is quite wierd. people get set up more of the time. and there are more single women there than men... HMMM interesting.

7. mac donalds is hi tech. meanin that when ure in line to order theres this person who comes to you with a wireless palm device takes your order and you just show up at ure turn and ure meal is ready. very ..... very.... cool....

8. they are mad about rugby. the ALL BLACKS (rugby team) are celebreties there. there is not one place that i went to that didnt have all black merchandise...

9. they like makin fools of themselves in their advertising. its an advertising culture that doesnt mind laughing at their own madness. quite refreshing.

10. they have a very nice red light district... i didnt go there. but i hear its quite nice...

i have some great pictures of the place i will put up soon. it was a fun trip. i hope i go back there soo. more stories about new zealand to follow.

i really really really really miss bev.....

ON Leave

2006-04-12T20:21:00.000+03:00

aight everyone. will be catchin my flight in a few hours. will be in malaysia for bout 7 hours. and then direct to new zealand. will be off the grid for 10 days.

cheers...

p.s. if anyone wants sheep please lemme know. i hear that new zealands got lots of them...

I wasn't aware of this...

2006-04-10T16:27:00.000+03:00

I bought a ticket to New Zealand after a 1 months wait for the Visit Visa. The Emirates flight direct to NZ from Dubai with a quick refuel stop at Melbourne. It seems that now, i cant take that flight cause "INDIANS" need a visa just to land in Australia... even though i dont get off the aircraft.

Strange, true and very very sad. Of all that India is and how much indians contribute to the planet, this kinda bureaucracy deeply saddens me. I love being an Indian and I love my Indian Passport. Its a shame that in situations like these i feel almost criminal...

Bloody Monkeys!

2006-04-09T10:57:00.000+03:00

after an intense 4 day party schedule things are finally chillin out. ive got 4 more days or work and then i head off to new zealand. im excited bout goin there and seeing bev but my brain seems to have been on overdrive the last week with the work and the partyin that im not thinking of it as much. plus the 22 flying hours doesnt appeal to me much either.

but this post isnt about me goin to new zealand. or how much ive partied. this post is about monkeys...

Now im sure everyones been to the zoo or some place with a lotta trees. and at some point in your life you definately seen a monkey. at first sight a monkey can seem like a very, very stupid animal. but they are infact the very very primative forms our ourselves. and one behavioural characteristic, similar to humans and monkeys is SHIT THROWING.

lemme explain monkey shit throwing...

In the social strata of the monkey world, anger management seems to be a problem easily solved. lets say there are 2 monkeys. we will name them 'jeff' and 'scott'. jeff for some reason seems to be upset one day and cant figure out in his monkey brain on how to unload his frustration. He then finds scott. scott just minding his own business, catches a glimpse of jeff. jeff now is squatting on a tree branch with a constipated look on his face, with his hand under his ass. few seconds later the shit has left jeffs ass, hitched a ride on jeffs hand and now is headin for scotts face. and obviously since all this happens in matter of a few seconds scott has no way of avioding the flying fecal matter...

this simple, but very effective means of unloading frustation is then transended towards scott who in turn will repeat the same thing.

we humans tend to me the same. its these fucking monkey brained people that i have come in contact with in the past make being a human a complete waste of planet space. the only thing is that the shit has been replaced by some sort of verbal abuse...

every issue on the planet can be sorted by just talkin about it... and i refuse to be a scott or a jeff...

Bloody Monkeys!!!

Global Djs Bahrain

2006-04-06T16:22:00.000+03:00

I must say that I stuck to my plan to the T. I had a real good time. It was more the thought that I was there just to do one thing and one thing only, which was to party that made the whole experience fulfilling. I didn’t want to do it for partying sake. I wanted to do it cause i can now safely say that i had to board a jet aircraft just to go clubbing...

right from when i got out of the airport things started to get fun. i got this "what the fuck" look from the cabby who couldnt quite figure out y i had just come out of the arrivals and wanted to go to a nightclub.

This place was called BJ's club. it seems like its the best club in bahrain. from the outside it looked like a big huge wall with just a door to let people in. once inside it looked like a club outta the movies. laser lights everywhere, 3 bars. and not many people at the time i had got there.

Hooked up with the global djs boys there. Jarod, joe metri, 4 strings and last but not least Paul Mendez. We were starting to get a little paranoid at about 11 o clock as not many people had showed up. But the organiser gaurenteed us that the people would come. What happened next is something ive never seen in my life. In the matter of 15 minutes a good 200 people walked through the door as if there was some public transportation to the club and that public transportation had a group discount rate.

Bahrain has a more mature crowd than doha does. Lot more europeans and a whole bunch of arabs who come from countries that have no clubs. (u know what I mean). As then night went on the booze kept flowing. And as we were from doha all the booze was free for us. Didn’t drink as much as I would considering that it was free but I had my plan to get back on that 7 o clock flight. Couldn’t have done it if I was shitfaced.

The night got over, it started to rain and we got taken in this nice snazzy new BMW to our hotel. It was just the boys left. And the stupidity that comes along with boys after a party. I slept for an hour and got dropped to the airport and was back in doha on time.

Was a good night. And tonight is the party in doha. Im too tired and too hungover to party again. But then you only live once.

will post the links to the pictures once they are up..

Also the following deserves a mention:.

If you hang around with Scottish people, you will start speaking like them… and as if an indian accent isn’t flat enough. Now ive added a little Scottish to it. Its stuck in my head and its soo annoying…

Here's my plan!!!

2006-04-05T15:22:00.000+03:00

get off work at 4:30
head to pick up my passport and ticket at 5:00
get to the gym at 5:30
shower & cleanup at 6:30
head to the airport at 6:45
get on the flight to Bahrain at 8:00
land in bahrain at 9:00
Reach Bjs club at 9:30
Try and have a good time till 3:30
Get back to the airport at 6:00
return flight at 7:00
Get back to work at 9:00

just cause i want to go say "yeah, i wanted to go clubing in another country just for a night"!

Nightclub etiquette

2006-04-03T16:37:00.000+03:00

I remember my first time in a nightclub. My uncle took me. I was underage, but my uncle was resourceful. Everyone should have an uncle like him. This was when I was about 14 or 15. And ever since that time I’ve noticed the strange and inane behaviour that people resort to in the futile attempt of looking cool.

Following is a tips, by me, on dance floor etiquette.

1. Overdressing.
This common problem is seen in the newbie men & women club goers who don’t know what to expect in a club. A man can never be so overdressed that u will stare. But take any woman with a long frilly gown in a night club and you’re gonna go “what the fuck”

2. Bare foot dancing.
This one completely and utterly turns me off. Its cool when a woman comes into a club with nice stilettos, her calves lookin all sexy and all. And then they come on the dance floor bare feet. Firstly, besides the fact that it’s a turnoff, chances are theres pieces of glass on the floor. Cigarette butts. And more than always someones already puked in that spot…

3. wannabe Smoking.
Some of you may think that smoking is cool in a night club. I think its cool too. But its not cool if you DON’T KNOW HOW TO SMOKE. Its is very funny and hilarious to see people try to smoke when they cant even hold a cigarette between their fingers. There are also people who one up themselves by smoking cigars.

4. Performance art
The reason I call this performance art is that ive seen some people who try to infuse other music into basic club music. I once seen this one chick who was doin a bharatnatium/techno move whole dancing to belissima. You will not even begin to imagine how stupid it looked.

5. Djs are not gods!
DJs are cool people. (some of them). But the ones that are not, are the dicks who think they are the paul van dykes of the world. Im sure paul van dyke will be a down to earth bloke. That’s why its huge. And even if he gives attitude, its justified. Cause hes the no.1 DJ on the planet. THE OTHERS ARE NOT. So if DJ tells you “oh I djed here, I Djed there” just tell him to shut the fuck up.

6. Screaming is not cool (unless you are flashing your tits)
Many a times im standing in a club and this woman will go “yyyyyyyeeeeeeeahhhhhhhh” just to attract attention ofcourse. Just to show that shes having a good time. God, you don’t have to scream it. But if you are flashing your tits while screaming, the scream is excused.

7. Drunken behaviour
This is allowed to a certain extent as long as you are not bothering anyone. And chicks please, if you are gonna get drunk and fall all over the place, please wear some short skirts. Theres noting funnier than a drunk woman showing her twat. And to the drunken men behaving stupid… you are not as intelligent as you sound!

8. Flirting
This one is really important for the chicks to read. If you are gonna flirt with someone in a club. Get ready to be approached by that person… you forget that alchohol leads to unsurpassed amounts of confidence and that every stupid idea is a good one.

Breathe

2006-03-23T11:35:00.000+03:00

Aight. its been while...
but im here again. ill tell you what ive been up to lately.
works been hectic as ive had to output a whole magazine in a week. not an easy task if you are doin everything by ureself. add to that all the photography that ive been doin. its not been easy but its been fun.
the party scene has been preety cool since this global djs thing started. ive got to meet a whole bunch of new international djs. one of them was Scott Bond. if you guys know your djs, you will know how huge this guy is. hes been on the list of top 100 djs in the world for the last 8 years. hes played in more countries in a week than ive seen in my lifetime. hes quite a character too. quite amusing. but he plays some serious music. also a big shout out goin out to Master Jay and joe metri. its just unbelievable that 2 guys can change the face of music in a whole country. good on you guys.
check out the pics here.

ive also found this cool new Stock photo website. its just people like me who love taking pictures for the love of it and not to make a quick buck. this website is a blessing for graphic designers and web designers. a world of free imaging at ure finger tips. upload ure pics. you never know where they will be used. plus other users rate your images. just like a photoblog. only commercialised.

its the weekend today. i have absolutely no plans. life seems a little boring today. i guess its just giving me time to breathe....

Pets

2006-03-12T16:48:00.000+03:00

I met up with a very old and good friend of mine a couple of days ago at starbucks. His name is lester. Now lester, who, like me, is a pet person. He’s got a dog named pammy and now, for some strange inane reason has over 20 birds in his house. Mostly parakeets and those other small annoying birds. Its been known among the circle of our friends that lester and me get into some really strange conversations. And this time he was trying to convince me that these birds that he has are really good as pets. And then the conversation truns into which animals make good pets.

Here goes:

Birds:
Birds are good pets if they are the exotic kinds. The kinds that talk back to you when you whistle. These small irritating ones that lester has I don’t consider birds. More like overgrown moths with color. Although lester says that its quite relaxing to hear the overgrown moths chirp every morning. We still arguing on this one…

Dogs:
No arguments here. All of them rock!!!

Cats:
We both associated cats with women for some reason. It wasn’t a sexist comment. It just meant that women like cats. Haven’t met too many men who say they prefer cats to dogs.

Iguanas & other reptiles:
I highly appreciate people who keep reptiles as pets cause they have mastered the art of disgusting people and at the same time have fun with it. Their worlds revolve around themselves only cause only they think that its cool to keep an iguana. Also a pro is that they are low maintenance pets. The con is that u don’t know when they are alive, dead or waiting to eat you.

Goldfish:
See now, Goldfish have a 3 second memory. 3 SECONDS. So I guess they’ll never get bored in a fish tank. Imagine 2 fish in a fish tank. One swims around the tank and meets the second fish: “hello, my name is bill. Nice water we have today”. 2nd fish to 1st fish: “hello bill, im goldie, yeah true, nice water we have today”. They keep swimming. And 3 seconds later when they swim by each other again: “hello, my name is bill, nice……..”

So anyways I came to a conclusion for the best pet ever…

And here it is.

A crab:
Here are the reasons a crab would make a good pet.
1: you never know which way a crab is gonna go. He may go left? Or he may go right? But he’ll keep you guessing.
2: a crab knows martial arts. Which other pet can you keep who always look like they’ve got a martial art pose on. The way they keep their claws is equivalent to bruce lee’s pose in enter the dragon.
3: if you have 2 of them you can have fun with your friends by saying: “ive got crabs”

The last line was very given by our very own Big man!

Guess That Image!!! part 5

2006-03-06T15:17:00.000+03:00

Its that time again...
rules are simple... guess what the image is. a certificate goes up on my side bar for the winner. The first person to get it right wins...
This one is really simple!!!

Conversations with the Ceiling 006

2006-03-04T01:59:00.000+03:00

Two hetrosexual people of opposite genders were not meant to be best friends. ive heard it a few times before where my guy & girl friends have told me that this other person is my BEST friend. i somehow believe thats not possible... and it is not possible because of the sexual tension it creates.

It is a genetic trait to be attracted to the opposite sex no matter what the situation. unless you find the opposite sex completely repulsive, in which case the Best friend situation is null and void cause u cant possibly call someone ure best friend if u think they are butt ugly!

And this is my theory to prove that Man and woman wern't meant to be best friends without sexual tension being involved in it!

God made man! ADAM
Adam started gettin bored so God decided to make him a friend to give him some company
then God made woman! EVE.
adam bonks eve!
thus proving the fact that man was not meant to be friends with eve, but to bonk eve!
if God wanted "best friends" he probably would have created Steve... in which case we would have probably discovered beer and playstation a couple of centuries ago...

This post is just a rant about the obvious. All those who read this and tell me that they have this best friend of the opposite sex, you are either...
1. Gay! or
2. Clueless!
only cause you underestimate the sex drive!

Photography lesson for Idiots!!! 1. trigger happy

2006-02-28T11:48:00.000+03:00

Ever since i started my photoblog ive been visiting other peoples blogs, and the've been visiting mine. i must say that some are really good, some are gettin better and some i just want to beat up with their own camera if i every met them and saw them taking pictures.

there are 2 solutions to this over whelming problem of bad photography.
1. i can either sit back and call all of you who 'think' you take good photographs, idiots.
2. or i can teach some basic photography skills... practical and theoretical...

since im such a nice guy im gonna go with option no. 2.

First lesson: and im naming them

Trigger happy!

This is the first thing you have to know about any 'auto' camera you have. When i say 'auto' i mean the digicams or the ordinary film cameras which dont have a huge lens that u need to turn for focus or zoom.
grip the camera firmly in your right hand and put your right index finger on the trigger. (they dont make Left handed cameras). do not ever use only ure index finger and thumb to hold ure camera. it annoys me! grip it firmly with ure palm even.

then, while your camera is off, press the trigger slowly. you should feel a stop. and then when u press harder another stop. press it a few times till you know where the 2 clicks/stops are just to get the hang of it.

when the camera is on and u press till u reach the first stop, what the cameras inbuilt computer is doin is measuring the amount of light in ure shot and the focus it has to get. so it would be a good idea to hold it at the first stop for a second before you press harder to the next stop/click. the second stop/click is the one that takes the photo...

if the camera is out of focus you should have an orange blinking light somewhere on ure camera. different cameras have differnt places where something blinks...

simply put

stop/click 1: light measurement, focus measurement.
stop/click 2: shot captured.
blinking thing anywhere on the camera: out of focus

stay tuned for more lessons...

Corpse Bride!

2006-02-27T00:15:00.000+03:00

i just watched Tim Burtons, Corpse Bride. And being a lover of all types of animation let me just tell you that this was one of the best. besides the fact that it was seemless puppet stop motion animation the story line rocked.

Young man wants to get married to a woman, instead things go wrong and ends up marrying a dead woman. and eventually the dead woman gives him up to the live woman. whole bunch of singing and action in the middle. but thats just the jist of it.

heres the thing about good animation. it stirs something inside you. its not real people, its not even real situations. but at the end of the whole thing, in the whole make belive world something in your heart says "awee..."

movies like these take me inside the make belive world of love and fantasy... where love lasts forever and sacrifices for love seem like the only thing to do...

heres my question to you... would you give up your true love just so he/she/it could be happier with someone else?

The weather makes me wanna stab myself with a spoon!

2006-02-23T12:52:00.000+03:00

This post has nothing to do with the title but i just thought id vent some frustration and complain about the weather. it interferes with my sunny disposition...

this post is bout what happened to me yesterday...

Theres this friend of mine called chris. He is the drummer in my band and we practice at his house whenever hes not workin and all of us get some free time. chris is a normal dude who albeit a little more religious than normal. but bout 6 months ago he was complaining that he was seeing this thing in his room. he couldnt quite explain what the thing was but he was scared shitless none the less. he said it was a woman. and always try and stay in other friends houses if none of his flatmates were home. and hes not the scary cat kinda types. hes quite fearless most of the time... and quite level headed. but when he started tellin us bout this whole issue we kinda didnt believe him. we kept blaming his extremely strong religious beliefs.

The story then took a dramatic twist when while playin with him a couple of months ago, i heard this short screem... i put it off the first time cause it sounded like there was a tv on somewhere. 2 minutes later it was as if someone woman was talking. it kinda bowled me over. i blamed it on fatigue. but i spoke to him bout it later that night. Chris, dude, i heard something at ure place man?. before i said anything else he said to me... "yeah u heard a woman talking didnt you" then i went into 'what the fuck' mode. hows that possible man? i mean are we really in the midts of the paranormal. didnt speak much about it after that.

last night after we finished the jam, while packing up i felt something more than the 4 people that were in the room. i cant quite explain it... maybe it was the lighting, maybe i was tired again. maybe it was my mind playin tricks on me. donno but i definately felt something spooky at his place.

to only confim my doubts tabrez(my guitarist) tells chris that he felt something not right at his place...

heres my issue...

is this mass hysteria... or are we really picking up something unexplainable... how could 3 different people from 3 different backgrounds, cultures and beliefs feel the same thing...

either we play soo loud that we wake up the dead... or they really enjoy our music!

theres more goin on here than i ever want to know...

Shake my hand!

2006-02-18T23:32:00.000+03:00

firstly id like to wish a big happy birthday to Alice

and now back to our regular programming...

its been about a week or soo since talon has been around. and to be honest ive been a mean bitch to him considering hes been gettin all kinda shouts and nose flicks just to get him to behave himself. ive felt bad, but its doing the trick. hes doin all his business outside my house and carefully follows at the right side of me when we go for his evening walk. and hes doin it all leashless. which is a very good thing. thats only cause i can keep up with him when he runs. hes too small still. last couple of days ive got him to sit when hes told to sit. doin the various hand gestures and he sits.

heres my problem...

why is it that people think that a dog shaking hands/paws with someone is the best trick a dog can do?

there are people who come to my house and when they see talon they put their hand out sayin shake?

WHAT THE FUCK?

this is a big deal for these people... making a german shepherd shake hands with them. its a fucking mockery of the dogs intellegence. theres 2 things that happen when u put ure hand in front of any dog... 1 is that he will bite it. and 2 is that he puts his paw out too. its reflex... and now what is happening is that everytime tell him to sit or teach him something new. he puts his stupid paw out!!!

ive figured out a solution for this...

from tommorow im gonna teach talon to bite anyone who puts his hand out to shake...
also gonna make him pee at their feet...

Apple pie

2006-02-15T15:50:00.000+03:00

I went to Mac Donald’s the other day and my friend wanted an apple pie thingy. Not the whole pie but the ones that come in this sachet. So more like an apple rectangle.
So on seeing my friend Omar relishing the apple rectangle, I started to think. What the heck is an apple doing in a pie. (rectangle in this case). I mean who the heck would think of putting an apple in a pie? I mean isn’t the apple already good to eat? So why is it that It needs to be cut up into pieces and shoved in an oven to 200˚.

As trivial as shoving apples into an oven may seem, my brain decides to go one up on itself. And comes up with another trivial question…

And here is it…

How many other fruits went into the oven before they decided to stick to an apple???

I know there are blue berry pies and other berry pies. But there must have been some other trial and error process before they came to the conclusion of the pies we have today.

However…

If I was a pie inventor… heres the pies id like to take out of the oven…

Watermelon pie.
Banana pie
Jackfruit pie.
&
Tomato pie (yeah tomato is a fruit dumbass)

P.S. I know that all these pie recipes can be found on the Internet. But they all cant be shoved into an oven… please don’t send me recipes … I don’t cook…

Talon

2006-02-12T21:54:00.000+03:00

welcoming the newest member of the cardozo family and my new room mate... the 2 month old german sheperd... his name is talon...
hes quite cute... fits in both my palms. and he sleeps a lot.

Logo Unveiled!!!

2006-02-10T00:10:00.000+03:00

aighty...

heres my photography logo. needed to watermark my images. so i had to design a logo. and here it is...

Wheres my Jet? i need to get to work!

2006-02-07T22:10:00.000+03:00

yes... today i had to fly to work. part of my job is to source suppliers and keep upto date with the latest that the print media field has to offer. so i had to hop a flight to dubai to check out this print exhibition. im just facinated that i did a trip like this. heading to another country and comming back the in under 12 hours. it was quite tiring i must say. i dont know how people do it. the time spent there was aight but the flight was painful

ive got this massive cold ya. and cause of that both my ears got blocked. i took my psp to listen to some music and i couldnt hear anything from the headphones. but i did get to see the grandeur of dubai. and let me be honest with you. i quite like doha. its smaller. its quicker to get from one place to another and the people are a wee bit nicer. maybe i didnt get to spend that much time there so im not doin it justice. i plan to do a weekend trip where i just party my ass of and come back.

i love flyin during the day. cause i like to see clouds. i love clouds for some reason. i love the fact that they are white. donno y. ive always been attracted to them.

i got a couple of pics up at my photoblog. check em out... share my affinity towards the open sky!

Aircraft window pics

Rockers Vs Clubbers

2006-02-05T23:55:00.000+03:00

Last weekend was outta this world. its not like to me to get excited bout a new experince cause i have a lotta new experiences very often. its the ADD(attention deficit disorder) that makes me do different things. but thursday night blew my mind. its not only that i had a good time, i meet some mighty intersting people too.

The party was called Global Djs.
its basically these really cool local djs who got together and decided to bring to doha a whole bunch of international djs. the gig was awesome and i had a blast and i got to know the superstar djs too... here's the story...

first up was DJ KV
this guy is young. half turkish and half arab. hes the No.1 dj in Dubai. im guessing you have to be good to be no.1 in dubai. hes got a whole bunch of shit goin on. and one thing he said that im gonna remember for a while: "i wanna be a millionaire by 35" give the guy credit for setting goals. and im quite sure he'll do it.

Next up was Paul Mendez
now this guy is famous. this week hes playing in 3 different continents. and lemme tell you thats hes quite a celebrity in the club world. and the irony is that hes one of the nicest guys ive ever met! jst super chilled out man. also he knows how to grab his audience by the balls and swing them all over the dance floor. i bet if someone tested his arrogance level, itd be quite high. but somehow he levels out to where u stand and will have a conversation with you bout anything.

last but not least Micheal Parsberg
hes the guy who produces the music to safri duo. the 2 bongo beating monkeys in front are noting without him. truly a great dj. he came in after paul who played a really good set, but took the crowd to a whole new level. and hes just the most humble person you will ever meet. soft spoken and relaxed. its strange how the fame didnt get to him.

my title says rockers Vs Clubbers. I am a rocker. i enjoy the anger of rock. But i am also a clubber. I enjoy the Tranquility of trance... ive found my Ying & Yang!

P.S. some pics of the party are put up on my photoblog. gonna start a whole new website soon. just gonna dump every photo i take there cause last week i took 1230 pics. 430 where good pics... hope i can get them up soon.

And the winner is

2006-02-02T19:56:00.000+03:00

i must say that it was a difficult one but u guys came up with some preety good questions. give it up to you guys to being such good sports. im gonna give a 1st place ranking and a 2nd place ranking just cause there were soo many who took a wack at it!

Drum Roll please.......

2nd place goes to: The girl who sold the world
For proving to us that quantity gets the better of quality sometimes. and also for adding a mini quiz in her question. Ingenius thinking. if i was a teacher in your school and you were my students id send you to the back bench just for being over enthusiastic. so the duffers could learn something. or just cause you'd annoy me! ;)

&

1st place goes to: The Big man
For being content relative...

Big Man said...
here's one,
whats a reverberation?

The answer to that, my friend, is

"FUCK YOU! GOOGLE IT"

Will post a new quiz sometime next week!

Cheers!!!

The Question game!

2006-01-30T11:10:00.000+03:00

ive been racking my head with this for a while now. it sounds intersting but its got glitches. heres the story...

people always ask me dumb questions. ALL THE TIME. Its fair enough, cause i know most of the answers cause i research stuff a lot. (only cause i hate not being involved in a conversation). whatever the reason may be, there are times where u just wanna tell them to fuck off. But u cant just tell someone to "fuck off" just like that. its not dramatic enough anymore. so ive figured out the perfect dramatic insult answer to moronic questions.

"Fuck you! Google It!"

and you have to say it with a little bit of drama even... first you say "Fuck you" really fast... then pause for a sec and say "google it" very politely.

heres a small game for you... try and find dumb questions to where "fuck you! google it!" could be the answer.

its very tricky trust me...

a small token of appriciation will go up on my side bar to anyone who comes up with the perfect question!

Pardon me, while I burst into flames!

2006-01-26T16:36:00.000+03:00

Rage is a good thing. As long as its targeted rage.

As the people who know me will tell you at im a happy demeanor kinda guy. Conflicting situations kinda bore me. I like when everyone’s happy. Ofcouse I get into those situations where the voices have to be raised and the comebacks have to be bitchy. But that again happens very rarely.

But now a days I’ve been noticing this recurring issue about people asking me and telling me stuff that kinda mocks/insults me. Ofcouse they are just sayin it to make an odd joke here and there and don’t really realize they are crossing the personal barrier. Either that or they are just being mean. And I, most of the time just laugh it off cause it doesn’t make sense to confront these cunts, or give another nasty comeback because it a waste of my time. Or maybe I don’t wanna be mean and loose their friendship.

Although… Now…

Ive figured out the perfect equation…

Cunt X Disrespect X ME = Wrath

And ill tell you why this equation is perfect. If some respects you, for example: your friend, your relative, your colleague, etc. they will never do something intentionally to hurt you. They will stop short before the insult barrier is crossed.

But the cunts will go on and on… and that’s when you know that this cunt is not someone you have to be nice to. Just burst into flames man. And its cool cause the cunt deserved it. You didn’t ask the cunt to open his/her mouth. The cunt is acting on free will. And free will turns into monkey behaviour, the monkey should be slapped around with bananas. (just a euphemism).

Also before you do so, please listen to the song “pardon me”(while I burst into flames) by incubus, who inspired me for this kinda thinking. Especially the chorus Im sure you will relate:

Check out the lyrics: Pardon me, Incubus II.

Photoblog Online

2006-01-25T19:26:00.000+03:00

Aight...
since i got a whole bunch of encouragement from you guys i decided to get off my lazy ass and post my pics now and then. Its called Creative Lock II.
i hope you guys enjoy it. and please, feel free to get as critical as you want...

The blog is not meant for any serious cause. its just me havin fun with the d70.

Cheers!

Step Up!

2006-01-23T22:43:00.000+03:00

so yeah!

lemme introduce you to my new weapon. the NIKON D70s. its all that i want in a professional digital slr. besides the fact that it looks good, it gives me all the manual options i needed in an affordable digital slr.

im thinkin of startin a photo blog now? donno? u guys tell me if i should!

Help! my face is on fire!!!

2006-01-19T01:03:00.000+03:00

Automatic Vs Manual

2006-01-17T11:54:00.000+03:00

No. im not talking about cars. This is a different post altogether. A post which will help with dental hygine world wide.

Im talking about power toothbrushes. Yeah that’s what they are calling it now. 'Power Tooth brushes'. Not cause they have extra strong bristles but cause they need electricity to work.

So im gonna talk about the pros and cons of using power tooth brushes… im not gonna say anything about the manual toothbrushes. (oral b is calling them manual toothbrushes) how cool is that. U know the ones that u have to use your whole arm to brush your teeth with. So passé…

Pros.
Built for the extremely lazy:
the muscles in my body wake up bout half hour after my brain does. So the brushing with a manual is not always precise. The dexterity is either too hard or too soft. In the powerbrush, you just have to hover the bristles over your teeth.

Nice grip:
since the battery casing is slightly big the shaft is a little bigger. Trust me on this one… most men like their shaft bigger…

Lasts longer:
im talking about the rechargeable ones. Since you don’t brush harder, the bristles don’t wear out as much. And since ure always recharging it, the life of the toothbrush is a good 6-8 months. Quite good id say for brushing 2 times a day.

Can be used as a vibrator:
The other end. Not the side with the bristles...
for men, cool thing to pleasure your woman with.
For women: no need for embarrassing trips to the sex shops. This is dual purpose. Shiny teeth & fulfilling orgasms. One more thing to smile about when u start your day.

Looks good:
it makes your bath room look a little more sophisticated. As compared to most crap you find on the counters of mens bathrooms.

Conversation filler:
eg. “dude, ive got a power toothbrush” the minute you put the words “power” and toothbrush” in the same sentence it always and intriguing conversation.

Whiter teeth:
last but no least your teeth get noticeably whiter. 90 percent of the general public who don’t have conversations with their dentists, don’t know the correct way to brush with a manual… the power toothbrush does that for you…

Cons:
Not good for the forgetful:
If the charge runs out. You’re doomed.

If used as a sex toy:
The smell of private areas in your mouth. It’s a pro if you like that sorta thing

Kinda heavy:
The good ones have good batteries. Making them kinda heavy.

White tongue:
Cant really use it to brush your tongue. Have to use separate tongue cleaner.

Splashes:
If switched on outside your mouth, might be a little toothpaste splashing. Its not cool to have tooth paste dots on ure face early in the morning. They are hard to get out.

This PSA comes to you with the help of fellow blogger/comentor Gaderene who also happens to be a dentist. And who solves all my oral related problems.

Deadline.

2006-01-14T11:10:00.000+03:00

‘a point in time at which some task must be completed.’

For the last 7-8 years its been a constant trend for me to have deadlines. Ever since university and then eventually leading into the work life, where as an artist, deadlines actually become your lifelines. Hmm. Interesting wordplay: “deadlines become lifelines”.

Anyways.

Deadlines bracket your life into parts. For example, when working on an project, of which the deadline is 2 weeks away, one tends not to see beyond that week. Life as you know it, sometimes, just consists of 2 weeks. It may seem really really long. And after you reach that deadline and don’t have any work, you wonder what to do with all of the time…

We humans tend to thrive on difficulty… if life were easy It would seem that we might all of a sudden just drop dead…

This post is not a whiny post about how I hate deadlines or I hate working… this is about my deadline for love...

Bev was down a few weeks ago. And before she could get here I knew I had a deadline of 3 weeks. The day she got here, as much as I didn’t want to think about it I knew at the back of my head that she’ll be gone soon and jan 5th was my deadline. This is one deadline that no one should be faced with. Knowing that you can be with that one person for only so long so make the best of it. That’s not fucking possible.

Reality is that love is something that grows… you cannot put a deadline on it. Just writing this post trying make sense of this madness of missing the one you love.

Bev’s become a crutch for me… a crutch I’d gladly give up both my legs for…

just wishing that there were no deadlines for being with her…

Meet Clintina!

2006-01-12T12:17:00.000+03:00

I had this wierd hair do for a couple of hours... bev said i looked gay...
so i decided to name my Gay persona Clintina...

Conversations with the ceiling 006

2006-01-08T18:14:00.000+03:00

There’s something about meeting stupid women that makes life worth living. This is not a malicious post in any angle but was just having a conversation with my ceiling about the stereotypical “I like to dance” women.

I am quite a social junkie. Well at least is used to be one. Now, not that much. Ever so often im hanging in a club and I meet the odd acquaintance or friend. And more than often I get introduced to women who accompany my acquaintances/friends. Not girlfriends, just other social junkies like me.

The conversation begins quite humbly. Like so what do u do? I used to get answers like studying or working, etc… most of the women ive met get quite defensive at this point. Fair enough… I would be too if I saw me at a bar.

So anyways. I would put in a few charming one liners and break the ice. Then I see the smiles getting wider and the conversations getting out of mono syllables into full sentences. So at this point im sayin to myself… heck im sensing some intelligence. That’s a good thing. Good conversation at a bar always sounds profound and memorable. The building blocks of good friendships…

Then I as this question… and I do it on purpose…

“So what do u like to do?”

when I ask a question like this I mean what is it that you are interested in? what your hobbies etc, which is actually a trick question. cause it could be a lotsa things…

and sometimes I get this answer…

“I like to dance…”

That line is the deal clincher. Cause soon after this line has been spoken there will be a few sentences that follow which will be equally as stupid and then eventually one will hear a loud scream followed by the words… “I love this song, im goin the dance!” and the chick will soon scamper without any acknowledgement, grabbing one of her friends by her arms…

I have no problem that women like to dance. That’s cool…

But more likely than not I will see that very same women doing the janta(commercial) steps with her friends in a circle… and occasionally giving the dirty looks to the guy who accidentally nudges them from the back… and then also give you the smiles from the dance floor.

Women: THIS SORT OF BEHVIOUR IS JUST SAD…

If you do pass this statement like: “I like to dance”, you better be doing the following dance steps:

1. the break-dance
2. the moonwalk
3. a striptease(100 points for this)
4. or a well choreographed dance step which include 3 more of your goodlooking friends. (ugly women calls for immediate disqualification)

To the women who visit my blog: I am not generalizing, im sure all of you are great dancers. Don’t send me hate mail…

Back!

2006-01-06T20:56:00.000+03:00

Firstly, id just like to say...

FUCK!!!

everythings back to the way things were. bevs gone back. so that means im back to smsing and voice chatting over the net with her. im goin back to work tommorow. im back to sitting dateless at a club. im back to long hours of work. im back to blogging (which isnt that bad cause in the time off i got some really kewl post ideas). some of them informational some just funny.

also ive quit smoking. its been a week.

theres some money saved in the back cause i sold my bike. yeah i know its sad that the bike is gone but its aight. i sold it for more than i bought it for.

this year promises to be more difficult than the last one. relationship with bev is stronger than ever. which makes it even more difficult to be without her. still in a very slumpy mood cause i have to get used to not seeing her after 3 weeks of living with her and seeing her 24/7

my brother and that guy he almost killed seem fine. the guy is gettin better. thanks everybody for your best wishes. i really appriciate that. its nice to know sometimes strangers do give a fuck!

the winner of the last guess that image was adity. your cerificate will be put up tom once i get into work. and yes it was a Head tennis racket...

see you guys soon...

The Crisis

2005-12-29T21:06:00.000+03:00

the last couple of days ive been chilling at the cops station here in doha.

here's the story.

i have 2 brothers, one of them is called charlie. charlie works for this construction company as a excavator operator. why is that my brother, comming from a well to do family works as a labourer at a construction site? ill answer that if you really want to know later.

anyhows he works this big swinging shovel kinda thing that scoops mud and stuff. so while scooping some sand he accidentely swung the bucked of this really huge machine at the foremans head who wasnt supposed to be at the spot of shoveling. he was talking on the phone...

the foreman was injured and my brother was taken to jail...

we got my bro out on bail today cause it was an accident case and negligance of the foreman to be standing so close to the machine.

The foreman now has a broken neck and some brain hemorage. also has got partial paralsys of his body...

all thats required is a few prayers so that he pulls through....

more details later...

thanks...

Guess that image!!! part 4

2005-12-26T16:17:00.000+03:00

Aight.
its that time again. winner of this one gets the usual plac on my sidebar.
Also for everyone who is missing the trivial blog posts, i wont be posting much till bev leaves which is on the 6th.... see u guys then. this image is an easy one...

Holiday

2005-12-21T14:49:00.000+03:00

for anyone who wants to know who bev is...

Find Purpose and the means will follow.

2005-12-16T13:11:00.000+03:00

The title line was quoted by gandhi at some point and then put up on a billboard for an ad campaign at the mahim-bandra causeway junction. i donno why but it always made sense to me. creating ideas and solving problems at work and socically totally makes sense if u strongly believe in that line. ive always said it to all my friends whenever they say to me "clint, thats impossible" or "clint, how did u think of that"

so anyways. i just found a new theme of things to put up on the blog after the other series of mine like Coverstations with the ceiling , Guess that image and TIBO. and its called 'find purpose and means will follow'. its dedicated to simply making life easier...

First in the series is...

How to Open a bottle with a Cigarette lighter!!!

This is a problem i feel every one who has gone out partying has faced with: "where the fuck is the opener". On not finding the 0pener the mostly drunk party goers resort to many un civilised means of bottle opening. such as...

1. opening with teeth-(very un hygenic and also chances of teeth chips being in ure beer.
2. opening at side of the table-(for people who dont fully understand the power of a bottle cap and eventually end up chipping the nice table)
3. opening by breaking the bottle-(this one of for the criminally insane. just eat the bottle man)

To help everyone out with this problem heres the sure shot, hygenic way of bottle opening which should get u tru the festive season smoothly.

1. you need a bottle and a cigarette lighter.(or anything that has an edge)

Hold the bottle at the neck real tight!

put the bum end of the lighter between your nuckles and ure first joint of your index finger. make sure everythings nice and tight.

and smoothly just push the cap up. try avoiding the let it slip so do it slowly. the minute u hear the gas fizzin out of the cap means you are doin it right. and trust me if u do it right. the bottle opens quite effortlessly.

and when its finally open i promise you itll be like youve discovered fire and you will let out the cheesiest of grins ever.

Thanks going out to Ray for teaching me this trick! Have a smooth christmas season everyone!!!

Murphy's gone and fucked it up again!

2005-12-13T12:49:00.000+03:00

"If anything can go wrong. It will"

and right enought it has. as everyone who has been following my blog knows that bev's comming down in a few days which also meant that i was on leave. And everyone also knows that i publish this monthly magazine called qatar happenings.

now Qatar happenings was meant to be published by the 18th of this month. which conincidently was the same day my leave starts and bev gets here. Ususally im quite the cautious idiot when it comes to cutting things close and following Mr. Murpheys law...

i completely disreguared the outside factor of advertisers comming in on time. well they are not. which means the book is delayed and bev will be here and ill be bloody working. i wont be working all the time but still im sure my mind will definately not be on work.

FUCK FUCK FUCK and another FUCK.

If anything can go wrong! it will.

coincidently this law was named after an airforce captain called Edward A. Murphy. who designed this thing ya to test how much sudden deceleration a body can take in a crash...

meaning he made this law as a part of his field test to see how many Gforces a body can take in a crash...

the irony of paradox...

The Boys

2005-12-11T23:11:00.000+03:00

This is how I define good friends. Say you lock your self with your 2 friends in an empty room ya. And all you find is a toothpick. If you end up making a sport outta who flicks the toothpick the furtherest, means you guys are good friends.

Its like when u do finally meet up its like we never left. I’m talking about my good friends Keith and pokey. Pokeys real name is Gresham. But due to some freak name calling in college. Gresham became Gresh. Gresh Became Ham. Ham became pork. Pork became Porky. And since he wasn’t fat it finally became pokey. The three of us are worlds apart but yet manage to do the stupidest of things.

Keith is a web guy. Does all sorts of consultation for web stuff. I don’t exactly know what he does but I know its good at whatever he’s doing cause he keeps buying new cars and bikes. And also Keith and me got kicked outta college together for some attendance issue. We were too busy playing guitar at andies(food joint). both of us eventually landed up in design. He went web and I went print.

Pokey is the chef at this restaurant called The Saltwater Grill in Mumbai. He too is doing quite alight for himself. We knew he’d end up in the cooking business since he was always the first one to make breakfast after an intense night of drinking. His eggs were to die for. And he was pretty good at flambéing stuff cause Keith and me used to enjoy watching the flames almost touching my ceiling and then clap afterwards. In hindsight it wasn’t one of the best ideas to be flambéing stuff after drinking, but what the heck!

The reason im writing this post is cause I just stumbled across this small video clip of my last trip to Bombay. I was staying at the Marriott renaissance in powai with bev for a few days and the Boys decided to drop by. I bet you that you have never seen a sillier scene ever! Keith is the one lying on the bed and Pokey comes in later…

Just wanted to say that I miss you guys and hope to see you soon. Life would have been very boring without you!!!

click here, to download video. or right click and choose "save target as"

The Frankfurter Conspiracy!

2005-12-10T14:19:00.000+03:00

So...

It started when I got back home from the pearl. It wasn’t that late and I had an early dinner. My air conditioner was making some water flow noises that worried me and I turned it off. The air conditioner has noting to do with the story but I just thought Id add it for some drama. I was already changed into the bare sleeping essentials and suddenly hunger set in. it was that kinda hunger that would make a somalian cry. So I decided to scope some food out at my parents place. (they live next door to me)

I didn’t bother to get changed and went there. There are a few tasks to over come whilst entering the house late at night. One of them is my dog. Snoopy. And if anyone thinks that its easy to enter a house without waking a dog…. Well a big ‘fuck you’ to you!. I don’t believe you. Either that or your dog is dead!

The key went in and the door opened only to realize the stupid windchimes my parents have that made a slight jingle and make my face look like I had just sucked on a lemon. I turned the corridor lights on only to see snoopy all awake and sitting right next to me like on of those funny moments in movies. No barking, no sniffing. Noting just sitting and watching me. Now, there was a reason for this kind of behavior. You’ll find out in the end.

I reach the kitchen with snoopy following me only to realize that there wasn’t any food left. Which means I had to cook some! I must say that my culinary skills are awesome depending on how much I want to woo bev. But at 2:30 in the morning I just didn’t bother. I scanned the fridge and all I could find was Frankfurters!

Fry or Boil?

Had to do it quietly so that no one would wake up. I looked at them franks and said “hello franky, my name is bond, James bond”. With all the sneaking in and stuff it felt like the moment needed for that line to be said.

I boiled the buggers.

Here’s the thing about boiling. Its kinda noisy. All the bubbles popping makes it a little annoying. And that too after carefully picking all the pans and bowls to find the right dish without making any sound. Its quite strange to see how much mess I can make just by boiling some franks. As I saw them float to the top and realizing they were done. I got my plate, turned the lights off and headed for the door.

You know what. For a second there I could almost hear a snicker. And not the funny kinda snicker. It was one of those I played you! You fool kinda snicker. It was snoopy standing right at the bloody door so I couldn’t open it. What a smart bastard! He only let me without barking only cause he knew he would get some food.
I was 2 franks short of my meal. But that was aight. I got away without waking anyone up. I don’t think my parents still know about who took the frankfurters.

Bond always gets his franks!

Locked!

2005-12-08T00:54:00.000+03:00

next song available to download on the sidebar! wrote this song in 10 mins... the lyrics are selfexplainatory

its a Jukebox

2005-12-07T13:16:00.001+03:00

i know it was kinda tough. but everyones seen one of these things atleast once. have a good look the next time you seen a jukebox

Guess That image!!! part 3

2005-12-06T10:44:00.000+03:00

Take that!!!
id like to see you guys take a wack at this one!
clues will be given on request only!
Gaderine & conman are not allowed on this one as they probably know what the image is!

Tool!!!

2005-12-05T17:32:00.000+03:00

And im not talking about a hammer and saw variety. No. Not those kinda tools, this is the human tool. And lets just say hes a blunt one.
Reasons I hate this tool

He looks like a bloody monkey! Its not like me to say bad things about the way people look but honesly there is a slight resemblance to the Chacma Baboons. Google Chacma Baboons and ull see!
This tool is one of the few men who don’t take rejection from women very gracefully. You know how they say that when there’s a leech stuck on you, don’t pull him out, use some salt and he’ll fall off? Yeah. Well this tool isn’t like that, pour all the salt on this guy and he’ll still be sucking like a vacuum when it gets stuck while cleaning the curtains.
The tool is FUGLY. This is what FUGLY means. You take a fat dude with a big stomach and then you put him in some ugly (he thinks is cool) clothes and then you get FUGLY
The tool has a wrench for a girlfriend. What makes the wrench even stupider than the tool is that the wrench has no idea of the bluntness of the tool. I cant believe that any human cant see stupidity starting at his of her face and doing nothing about. Which only goes to prove that the wrench is equally as stupid as the tool.
The tool has a cool job. And honestly does it well. Which has completely shattered my ‘you have to have a certain amount of coolness to have a cool job’ theory
The tool cracks jokes that makes you want to go for counseling later. Therapy is the only solution after you have been attacked by one of the tools jokes.

PSA just cause he gives ‘Men’ a bad name!

Guess that image!!!

2005-12-05T15:36:00.000+03:00

you know the drill... just guess what the image actually is... its quite simple. lets see who gets it right...

And Caroling me must go!!!

2005-12-04T13:32:00.001+03:00

As most of you who frequently visit my blog know that I come from Goa. And being goan comes with its own set of abilities and talents. Once such talent, which is embedded in our gene pool, is music. There is barefoot football too, but I didn’t stray in that direction. Im sure saltwater would agree with me.

Anyhow, ever since ever that I remember playing guitar, I remember going around the block singing Christmas carols at everyone’s house. And I’ve probably played all of them. But there was this one song that I just didn’t get. Actually there are a couple but for the sake of easy readability I’m only going to mention one for now.

I saw mommy kissing santa clause!

Now this song has tormented me for a while now. Lets look at the lyrics first:

“I Saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus,
Underneath the mistletoe last night!
She didn't see me creep,
Down stairs to have a peep!
She thought that i was tucked up
In my bedroom fast asleep.

Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus,
underneath his beard so snowy white!
Oh, what a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen,
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!”

the first couple of lines in my then nimble mind I just couldn’t understand. Theres this kid who has just seen his mother kissing santa clause. And we are all singing about it. Sure theres the mature way of looking at it and sayin ok kewl hes an old guy and it’s a harmless kiss like but then the last couple of lines kinda contradict that. “if daddy had only seen” would there have been a family squabble if daddy would have seen? I donno. If its harmless then why the secrecy?

Secondly, this kid is just a pervert! Sneaking in on his mother like that.

Thirdly. Beard tickling! Now that’s just kinky

This is one of the most absurd Christmas songs ever! And the enthusiasm we all sing it with! Bloody Hilarious!

Shattered!!!

2005-12-03T00:01:00.000+03:00

finally had the time to upload the original shattered track. trust me, download it, listen to the lyrics. its for the ones who got away... the link is on the right called shattered original.

Its December…

2005-12-01T23:41:00.000+03:00

Tis the season!

Lemme describe the mood. It’s a cool night. There’s fog in the air. And every time I take a deep breath I can feel my lungs cold. The air conditioners are off, and suddenly you can hear everything. And nothing. The stars are bright. And im in a fucking mental mood.

Here’s what happens to me in this Christmas season. Actually every Christmas season. I get soo happy you may just wanna throw coconuts at me, with all the intention of both the nuts breaking! And even when the coconut and my nut breaks open, you would still see all my teeth gleaming through the blood.

Everything about this time is just magic. I cant help but do happy and nice things. Chivalry is at its very best. Some people say it’s a bit soon for me to be all ditsy like this but its December. And Christmas is 3 weeks away. More over the love of my life is coming to town. Bevs the only woman on this planet who no matter what has happened and what will happen, ill always love her. Sometimes you are just meant to love someone no matter how much you try to stray away from it!

Life is mostly difficult, troublesome. People go out of their way to piss you off. Bosses get a wee bit extra bossy. Lovers get difficult. Cash is always a little short. But the truth is that it doesn’t really matter in this month.

For 25 days in a year, no matter what happens you know its Christmas. Spread the joy around.

Even a smile goes a long way… go ahead try it!

Urinal Etiquette

2005-11-29T17:54:00.000+03:00

Things I have noticed in a urinal that I think everyone needs to know.

if someone is standing in one stall do not use the stall next to him, use the alternate one. That’s the almighty first rule! Breaking this means you are gay.
while doing your business, whistling is allowed, although singing is absolutely prohibited. It disturbs the flow of the other urinators! Unless you are whistling the start of “patience” by guns and roses and continue with the lyrics!
please focus on the job at hand. Do not try and make idle conversation with the person next to you. Taking a piss is not a social scene!
Peeping is definitely NOT allowed! It is allowed however if you want to be beaten up with pissy hands!
smoking is allowed, but do not ask the person next to you to hold your cigarette. Because the person next to you busy holding something else. Unless its weed!
if drunk while in a urinal use your head, against the wall for balance. Using shoulders, hands, legs and other appendages will cause ure aim to get off and you’d probably get piss over someone elses shoes. In which case you should be glad you are drunk. You wont feel the pain of someone’s fist in your face!
while finishing off do not shake with large motions. It might give the person next to you an inferiority complex. Unless you are deliberately trying to do so.
do not push anyone in a urinal, turning around it a reflex action.
Sounds like “Whooo” and “ooooohhh” and “Fuuuucccckk” are perfectly justified. If anyone disagrees. They just don’t understand the value of a good piss!
you cannot shake goodbye under any circumstance. Don’t even offer!

Lets Talk Music

2005-11-27T23:59:00.000+03:00

The Track Playin on the blog is composed by me! Vocals are sampled by my good friend sam. listen, download & enjoy. got 2 more tracks recorded and waiting to u guys to listen to. They will follow shortly. This ones called shattered trance. The original is called Shattered. A love song for the ones who got away...

listen and enjoy!!!

The price of Dude-ness

2005-11-26T17:07:00.000+03:00

First let me explain the term ‘Dude-ness.’

Dude is the guy who enters where there are a group of people and everyone looks at home and goes “hmm interesting”. Everyone wants to be around him, everyone complements him and just basically give small talk to fill in their shallow poser lives.

Dude-ness is basically what a Dude has.

There are two things that happen when a guy has Dude-ness. The general public will either love him, or hate him. And both those kind of people will swing around like a bisexual at an orgy. The reason they love him is because there’s a certain amount of respect of the guy for achieving the Dude-ness and they will hate him because 70 percent of the male populous have self esteem issues.

Now the 30 percent of the people who actually think you are cool and accept the dude-ness will never get close to you because they are so comfortable and secure with their lives that they don’t really bother with you. They think you are cool and its left at that. There’s the exception of close friends and stuff but other than that you are pretty much flying solo.

Here’s my point…

Individuality is one big shit storm. General public just cant accept the fact that you are different. I don’t like to follow standard norms of function, which leads bunch of judgment. As much as I hate it I have to accept it. I am different from the rest of the world, people are gonna have something to say about it. They just don’t understand individualism.

The price of Dude-ness is loneliness…

Cause only you can understand who you really are…

And the Winner is!!!

2005-11-24T19:39:00.000+03:00

Conmanfor getting the answer close to right first and second place goes to Casablanca for atleast guessing it had something to do with christmas. The Object is a ceramic Christmas tree! i know it was kinda tough, ill try and put simpler ones the next time...

December Cover pic

2005-11-23T17:53:00.000+03:00

Any guesses to what the thing actually is?

Got the blues.

2005-11-21T23:15:00.000+03:00

I’ve been sitting with my guitar singing sappy love songs for the last couple of days. it doesn’t help that one of my walls are painted blue just to remind me of that bluey feeling. True that I miss my girlfriend, and theres nothing I can do about it for now. So ive been downloading smallville, just to kill time. For those who don’t know what smallville is, it’s the story of clark kent before he became superman. Quite a good series. Especially for me cause they’ve taken a small concept and taken it 2 a whole new level. U know me and concepts.

So anyways there was this scene where he’s standing alone at his prom and lana lang(his love of his life) walks in. they play this song called you and me by lifehouse(playin on my blog). I don’t know what happened to me but I was like cheering him on!!! I mean, what the fuck? Here I am, late in the night, sitting at the edge of my bed, arms in the air shouting “fucking, Fucking, Fucking.

When people such as myself, behave in ways that are reminiscent of a camel whose balls have been tickled, certain amount of analysis is required.

Here’s my take on the happy camel…

As fictional as it was, it stirred up memories of when I used to long just to see her face… insecurity of whether she likes me or just being polite. How could a being as perfect as her want to talk to me? She has a choice of soo many guys… what does she see in me…

And the moment when ure lips make contact. The shuddering of your heart. The nervousness, the speech impediment, trying soo hard not to show ure scared…

Lifes got some awesome episodes. For that minute, when Clark sees lana, all I could think of was how thankful I am for those memories, as immature as they were… I know they wont come back cause I am smarter now and the naivety of relationships are long gone…

So if u do see or think about something that makes u wanna do the camel ball tickle. Go ahead and shout your heart out. Its just life giving you a nice subliminal flashback!

I miss you bev!

Conversation with the ceiling 005

2005-11-20T12:16:00.000+03:00

Topic: religion

As touchy and as much as I try to stay away from this topic, the other day I did do something talking with my ceiling about it. There was just too much going for me to not think about it in the twilight of bedtime. Religious fanatics please do not continue from this point on cause I don’t want to read your insane banter on my reverbs page!

Considering all that’s been happening and how everyone around the world is behaving in the name of religion, I wonder how much stock goes into the fact of fighting for ones religion. And, not trying to be politically correct, I’m talking about all religions.

See this is the way I look at it. Most people have no choice in what religion they practice. And let me tell you why. Religion is a descendent concept. Chances are that an individual practices the religion his/her parents practice. No one is born knowing about what religion he is going to be put in. The concept of religion, as important as it may be, could find its biggest flaw as well as its only means for continuity here.

That was one point. Here’s, the other. No normal person has an objective view of religion. Meaning that he/she has nothing to compare it to. Its like going to buy a new pair of shoes. You just buy the ones you see first instead of trying others on. There are only a handful of people born without any religion. And those are the prime candidates to choose their own religion and be proud of choosing that religion. And the truth is that if your parents don’t inculcate the concept of religion inside you, you probably wont bother with it anyways. And we on the other hand judge those who don’t have any religion to practice. Instead they actually have one less thing to have wars over.

Don’t be stupid people! Get the objective view…

You probably would be waging holy wars and too if you were born in that religion. So think twice about it before you get all righteous about what religion you practice!

Gods having a party and the strobe lights are on!

2005-11-18T22:06:00.000+03:00

this is not a great picture at all. its taken by communicator. its not clear, its not artsy and all in all notin much to look at.

BUT!

i took this picture of a ligtening storm here in qatar at 4 in the morning comming back from a club. meaning that i shot a lightening rod which lasts for 1/10th of a second, pitch drunk and on a camera phone...

go ahead you try it!

Brightest Grim!

2005-11-17T14:39:00.000+03:00

this was the view outside my office window this morning. the sky mostly and only gets deep blue in winter here. what got me to take a pic was the duality of what i was seeing. as beautiful as the sky and the clouds looked there still was this air of dark power looming behind the clouds. makin what is bright white into a dark black cloud of grim...

Strange and stupid ideas in the history of strange and stupid ideas!

2005-11-16T12:14:00.000+03:00

Soap on a string.

I’m not sure of how many of you have actually seen this or used one of these things. Its just pastel colored animal shaped cheapy soap, which had a string, attached to it. Till just about an hour ago I thought it was an Indian thing. But then this Canadian colleague of mine told me that they had it there too.

Here’s the strange and stupid part:
The shape of the thing served no practical purpose whatsoever. The ones ive seen was a really ugly fish, and shell. To add to the idiotism of shape, the makers of this product decided to add string to the top of it. I still cant figure out why the heck I would need to hang my soap? Do I need to dry my soap? Or maybe it’s a wall ornament? Either ways I still wouldn’t hang it anywhere. The last thing I would need is a pink colored fish hanging around in my bathroom.

Speaking of color. The pale pastels of the soap, as mundane as it is, was the only thing that gave it some kinda soapy appeal. Not to mention the size of the dam soap. I thought dove and pears made some monster size soap. But this one takes the cake. I could easily used it as a blunt weapon if someone attacked me in my sink or bathroom. It had a string and everything to swing it around.

Conclusion:
Soap on a string is a carefully camouflaged weapon. To be used in the shower against unsuspecting bathroom killers. Imagine the scene from that classic movie psycho… if the woman had a soap on a string!

Everybody Chill! We’ve got Bigger problems!

2005-11-14T11:22:00.000+03:00

What the heck is wrong with everyone these days? Is it just the people I meet or is it this country? Everyone’s always upset with something or someone insignificant.

“Oh! He said this!”
“she did that”
“I don’t trust him/her”
“how could he do this man?”
etc etc

im not complaining about the bitching. That’s ok. What I’m complaining about is the fact that the people I know are concerning themselves with problems that are really quite insignificant. Getting upset and all rattled up about things that are not personal is just down right trivial to me these days.

Don’t get me wrong. This crap that im giving right now may seem a little righteous, but it’s the truth. I really don’t give a fuck!

See, this is the way I look at it: If it’s not personal, I shouldn’t be getting upset about it. I mean, what’s the point. To some extent I do consider myself as a goal orientated person. And every time I seem to get upset with someone I just take a step back and look at the bigger picture. And trust me on this one. The bigger picture rocks!

Like why do I care of what my friends think of me and what I do. In the end of the day im happy for myself and happy doing what im doing. Everyone else who is does not effect my life in anywhich way is really quite like furniture on the walls… irrelevant.

This is a PSA to all those battling with issues of frustration and irritation among peers or colleagues. If you cant wipe them off the face of the planet with a ray gun then theres no point getting upset over it.

Sit back. Relax and enjoy the ride.

Life is fun, if you don’t take the idiots seriously…

Conversation with the ceiling 004

2005-11-12T23:26:00.000+03:00

i have a bone to pick with disney. as everyone knows im a big animation buff. so after dinner last night i was watchin disney's house of mouse. its not one of my fav cartoons to watch but theres nothin better on tv at that time.

so anyways there was a short clip of goofy. goofy is by far the funniest character on that show and then i started thinkin...

Goofy is a dog!

mickey-mouse. donald-duck. and goofy is a dog!

i have no problems that goofy is a dog. its got the long ears and eveything. not a smart dog, but hes a dog none the less. so lets say that hes a dumb dog.

ugyuck!!!

see, heres where my problem arises. what the fuck is pluto then?
hes a dog too... and hes kinda smarter than goofy. but then howcome hes a dog and cant talk? and how come he wears no clothes. How can he be a dog too? I mean what the fuck?

TIBO. no.2

2005-11-12T11:33:00.000+03:00

Im like your puppy dog who always catches your frisbee!!!

Refer 1st TIBO

2005-11-11T21:49:00.000+03:00

The Band

The front man!

Crowd Going insane

me & sam

Full story available on Rohits Blog

Coversation with the Ceiling 003

2005-11-11T02:18:00.000+03:00

Topic: Clarity!

ever sit to wonder how to clear up all that mess in your head?

i dont know how it happened. But i do know when it happened. It takes a while to sink in but the truth of the fact is that if u go through a shithole, chances are u come out smelling so bad you dont really care anymore.

Clarity!

The Pearl Experience!

2005-11-09T15:54:00.000+03:00

Its 8:39 and im late. I drive up to the securtity guard and he tells me… “Sir, no parking here” I flash my card…

:oh! Sorry sir… go right through”

the car is parked and then begins the whiskey shuffle towards the gates where stands a man 6 foot and full of muscle. He asks: “do you have a reservation sir?” I flash my card.

“Welcome Mr. Clinton.”

The gates are opened by what looks to me like two young gorgeous eastern European women. Who in the most politest of fashion ask me. “where would u like to be seated sir, by the bar or on the couches?” I said. “the bars fine, im meeting someone here, thanks anyways”

She says, “your welcome Sir. Have a good time”

I sit at the bar with some colleagues and the lead bartender comes and up to me with a hand & asks: how’s it going mate? What would you like to drink?

I said: “id like a pint of beer and some almonds”

He said: “beer?, the last time you were really enjoying my long island ice tea’s?

I said: “just a beer tonight my friend, and its quite cool you remembered what I was drinking the last time:

He said: “hey, that’s my job!”

The night went on and the few photographs were taken. The manager came up to me and asked me : “Clint, long time no see. Glad to see you here. Hope you are enjoying yourself”

Two beers were over and I had to get back to the grind the next day. Asked the bartender to close my bill and give me my card.

A few minutes later he says: “here’s your card sir, your drinks are on us! Have a good night Sir!”

Walking out the door I was wondering what the heck did I do to deserve this treatment. I’m not like that rich to be flaunting my shit at the best club in the country. I’m not a celebrity either.

Im just a member of the media!

p.s. Pics from a short shoot at the pearl lounge club at the Doha Marriott Hotel. i love being a photographer.

A world without windows...

2005-11-08T11:01:00.000+03:00

As philosophical as that title sounds it more literal than you think. Yesterday I had a bit of a fuckup. And mind you it’s the 3rd fuckup I’ve encountered since.

Since when you ask?

Since I bought myself a computer with the windows operating system (OS).

For long now I’ve been a mac user. Mostly cause my work requires me to use only Macs. Besides the fact that it’s a cool thing to use Macs, its just that they are more reliable and considerably faster than PCs. Don’t get me wrong, growing up I didn’t always have a Mac but those were the days when Windows 95 and 98 were around, the times of fewer crashes and lesser updates.

I had bought myself a Mac powerbook G4 4 years ago. It was real expensive and quite delicate to handle. But u know what. That laptop with its few cosmetic issues still functions the same as when I bought it. Of course the new application requirements do make the comp a little slower but not once did it bloody crash on me. And if it was gonna do something anything close to a unwanted restart it would bloody warn me. Very unlike its counterpart, the pc, who feels that hes the boss and controls you.

There’s something about the windows problems that makes me wanna shove pins in my eyes. There’s this sense of insecurity of crashes and viruses you can begin to image. I don’t encounter half of those problems on a Mac.

Lemme tell you these facts.

1: The Mac OS is a better than the Windows OS
any techy will tell you that the mac os has lesser glitches and bugs as compared to a windows os.

2: Windows is cheap and available anywhere:
literally, you can assemble a windows machine ureself with outsourced parts.
You cant do that with a mac as they come bundled straight from the company. I don’t know of any assembled macs.

3: Theres are a lot more virus for Windows
because of point number 2, the bastard hackers and virus makers can fuck with the source code quite easily. Hence the number of crashes and world wide computer viruses.

4: Things in the MAC OS are easy to find.
Its not rocket science. Its just a fucking computer. They simplified everything in the mac. No need to find big manuals and tech support. Everything you need to know and ever will is easy to find and sort out in a mac. Its just more user friendly.

A world without windows would have mac.

Simpler…

TIBO

2005-11-06T11:23:00.000+03:00

This is the latest in the series of posts that im gonna put up right here on creative lock. As you all know I have a girlfriend (Bev, who lives in another country at the moment) and I talk to her very often on the net. (Talk not chat). Ever so often I pass these one liners that “I” think are very sweet, but Bev thinks that I have some strange black book of corny one liners that I refer to every now and then. So im posting the one-liners up on the blog in a attempt to check and see if ive subconsciously picked them up from somewhere.

TIBO
(That Is Bloody Original)

“You make me wanna sing love songs!”

2005-11-04T19:39:00.000+03:00

the gang on the bike trip. Full story available on rohits blog

2005-11-04T19:38:00.001+03:00

the first pit stop.

2005-11-04T19:38:00.000+03:00

rohit and I. cheeky monkeys!

2005-11-04T19:37:00.000+03:00

sam and kay!!! full on biker people!

2005-11-04T19:36:00.001+03:00

biker boys!!!

2005-11-04T19:36:00.000+03:00

the endless road

2005-11-04T19:35:00.000+03:00

sports mode. so not dressed for the occassion

2005-11-04T19:33:00.000+03:00

tandem riding.

2005-11-04T19:32:00.000+03:00

L-R: Me, lester, jas, cyrus, lindsey, brendan, rohit W, rohit D, Yagnesh, Sam & Kay

Duality

2005-11-03T19:29:00.000+03:00

darkside

Happy Diwali

2005-11-01T23:10:00.000+03:00

i found something to burn!

Coversation with the ceiling 2

2005-11-01T13:39:00.000+03:00

“You like to think you're never wrong
You have to act like you're someone
You want someone to hurt like you
You want to share what you've been through”

Those lines have been taken from the chorus of a song called Point of Authority by Linkin park. And everytime I hear the song I think of the movie ‘The Ring’.
What does one have to do with the other and me?

Lots!

The song is about being scorned.

The movie is about being scorned.

Its not the fact that the movie and the song send the same message, Its just that none of us get the dam message in real life. Its all about being vindictive.

Ive been really mean and fucked up to people, mostly women. Right now in this present stage of my life, the bearings are right. But I do think of the times the grip on life was a tad loose.

It mostly came when I got cheated. Cheated in love, cheated in friendship… along those lines. My last girlfriend cheated on me like I didn’t exist. The point being that when I found out, I took it out on everybody. Something about being evil turned me on. Treating people like objects without feeling. Is that the kinda person I am? Not really. I am not that selfish an individual that wouldn’t consider other peoples feelings. But I did it anyways. That’s why the last few lines of the song above reflect everything. I wanna make everyone feel what I felt… which was completely miserable. In the movie too, the small kid made everyone live what she went tru.

My take on the whole thing is that we have entered into a vicious cycle of events. Christ and Gandhi are the few people who come to mind who would turn the other cheek. And look what happened to them. All martyrs and saints died cause of doing the right thing and following the virtuous path.

I aint no martyr and I aint no saint. When I am hurt i will take it out on anybody who follows...

I am human!

November Cover pic

2005-10-30T15:12:00.000+03:00

the cover picture of one of my publications for the month of nov.

Conversation with Ceiling 001

2005-10-25T11:51:00.000+03:00

Topic: Why Batman is the greatest superhero on the superhero circuit.

I had come back from the theaters after watching batman begins. I can safely say that it was ‘the’ best batman flick. The George Clooney one just made me wanna throw bowling balls in the sky and try to get my head under it as it came down…

So anyways, as most humans do for about for about 2-3 seconds everynight, I stare at the ceiling. And occasionally I talk to it. And the topic of coversation was Batman, and why he was the best crime fighter.

Firstly lets dish out who are the other crime fighters. At the top of the list comes superman. Now, superman as most of us know comes from the planet Krypton and because of his biological composition makes him impervious bullets and that sorta thing. And he can fly too. Then there’s Spiderman. This dude takes the cake. He was bit by a radioactive spider and mutated into the web-slinging hero we know today. He cant fly but he can swing like a monkey all over the place. Lets see… whose next???? Hmmm, there’s Green lantern, flash, Wonder woman, captain America, the X-men. Well, u get the gist of them…

Now that we’ve got an idea of the superheros available to us, this is the reason why Batman is the coolest. Are you ready….

Batman is human…

He doesn’t have any superpowers. He’s not a mutant of any kind. He doesn’t have any magical rings to give him power; he’s just plain human. If someone shoots batman in the face, or poisons him, he will die just like the rest of us. Another cool thing about batman is that his alter ego is cool too. Bruce Wayne is a millionaire. Very unlike Superman or Spiderman who are dicks in their alter ego lives. A nerdy reporter and a photographer. (note: Clark Kent is never around when something happens & Peter parker makes his money clickin photographes of himself as spiderman. How exciting is that?)

So, as a concept, I think that Batman/Bruce Wayne are Superheros worth idolizing. In either form they are cool.

Plus which other superhero drives around in an over flamboyant car.

Note: still a one-way conversation with my ceiling. Although I have given a philosophical outlook to a comic book character. Its not a mindless babble after all…

Blogging again...

2005-10-19T11:00:00.000+03:00

Good day to everyone. And love going out too all of you who missed me. Apologies for being off the grid lately as things have been a little screwey in the life and times of ‘The Clint’. Sometimes all need is to stare blankly at the ceiling and… well that’s it. Stare blankly at the ceiling. And yes sometimes just talk to it. So far its been a one way conversation.

Besides my intellectual babble with my roof, I also have been reading something about the ‘Total Perspective Vortex’

Lemme Explain…

The TPV is the deadliest weapon in the universe. Forget all the weapons that you know today, or ever will in the future, this one takes the cake. If you are wondering what this does, well here it is.

‘since every piece of matter in the Universe is in some way affected by every other piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation - every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say, one small piece of fairy cake.

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.

Trin Tragula - for that was his name - was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

And she would nag him incessantly about the utterly inordinate amount of time he spent staring out into space, or mulling over the mechanics of safety pins, or doing spectrographic analyses of pieces of fairy cake.

"Have some sense of proportion!" she would say, sometimes as often as thirty-eight times in a single day.

And so he built the Total Perspective Vortex - just to show her.

And into one end he plugged the whole of reality as extrapolated from a piece of fairy cake, and into the other end he plugged his wife: so that when he turned it on she saw in one instant the whole infinity of creation and herself in relation to it.

To Trin Tragula's horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.’

And that my friends is whats been taking up most of my time and will till I read the whole trilogy of 5 by Douglas adams and the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. Every page of the books are pure creative genius…

Have a read and find out for yourselfs…
And then only will you realize that having prolonged conversations with your ceiling actually makes sense.

Tomorow i plan to symphathise with my toothbrush, and how it feels like to be in my mouth twice a day.

Im not sure about the toothbrush but im sure the ceilings gonna start talking back to me...