Self obssessed "B@£^$§d"

There is no change in the way life goes on. The same monotonous rhythm, day in and day out of work and then scratching ur brain to think of something to do. But what? Well, was off last two days, first half of the first day went without any realisation of passing time and before I knew it was time to go out and meet some colleagues (yes colleagues: because they are the one who constitute the group called friends, since the real friends are not around or available). So went out in the evening and wasted out the whole night with Ed and party as it was Ed's 24th birthday. spent the night at Ed's "warehouse" house. Not that i did anything interesting, but no complaints.
Came back home at 0800 in the morning and slept. woke up at 1200 Hrs. lazed around, talk to mummy papa on skype and phone.

Then wached the movie called Weatherman. not an entertaining movie (its a bit serious movie, which I dont prefer). But Nicholas Cage is great as always. I like him alot. the film finished, returned the dvd back to the shop. but the day isnt finishhed yet so what do I do? I started playing on my photoshop with an idol brain. Since there was no subject or project I could work on, hence I chose the first subject that came to my head and that was ofcourse "me and myself". as a result of useless timepass and figuring out what all can photoshop do, I got what is in front of you all now.

Hope you know now the reason for the title "Self Obssessed B@£^$§d" . this can be the name this collage as well.



And the day is still not finished so I am going to go and make some Pizza for me, its dinner time now. will catch you later.

NITE NITE

They shhhott me in the face, arm, legs and chest

The String of fun did not end yesterday. Today I found myself in the middle of a gun battle and they shot me from head to bottom several times.I am red at all the places I was hit. And it hurts. Yes it does hurt when you are hit during a game of paintball.

IT WAS AWESOME DUDE!

AAOW! I dont have enough words to tell you guys how much i enjoyed today at the delta force centre for paitball in hemel hampstead. We, which includes me, Keith, Mark, Daniel, Stefan, left euston at 0900 Hrs and reached the centre at around 0945. there were about 40 people there. They were divided into two teams: Blue and Red.
I was in Blue team and very much excited. we were issued the ammunition, uniforms, helmets and above all Guns. Ammunition consists of : Paintballs (which hit you at a speed of 180 miles/hr.), paint grenade, smoke grenade and illumiting sticks. The first round was annihilation of the opposite team. I was doing well, hiding and shooting from behind the barriers and husk and then running around to get to a safer hide out. I leaned a bit to see the opposition position and suddenly my head jerked with a sound of THUD. I was hit in the face. thankfully I had the helmet on. But my googles were all painted in yellow paint from the bullet that had hit me. Since I could not wipe it or remove the helmet, I was partially blind and unable to make out the target to shoot. very soon when I was tackling one of the opposite team members, the stinging pain in my right thigh made me drop to the ground. I looked at it ...and saw that i was hit again. As per rules of the game I was dead for the game and could not play any more. so I came out. we lost that round. we lost this game to red team.

Next game was to hold the positions in the different huts in a jungle. both teams attacks each other, shooting paint bullets and grenades to distract. I reached to near of this hut with three reds in there. even though close range shooting was not allowed, they bombarded me bullets. Atleast 6-8 bullets hit me at the same time from the distance of under three meters and it hurt like a bitch and i became a martyre. Technically it was a fowl, but no one noticed at that moment and i was out once again. though the other team lost some points for fowl play later on.

Similarly, in the next game you had to save your president without getting him shot even once. which was fun again. I loved shooting people down. what made it all the more interesting was the location of the games. it was located in a real country side place with natural vegetation and hideouts. ofcourse there were man made things as well.

And similarly there were many more games to follow. it went on for the rest of the day and I was shot everywhere.........they shhott me in the face (i couldn't see, arms (I couldn't hold my gun). legs (I couldn't run) and chest (well I was dead anyway)
whoever finds these games interesting and want any information can visit "www.paintballgames.co.uk" you go visit them and and I go and visit my bed.

I am tired and bruised all over the body. IT HURTS LIKE A BIATCHHHHH.........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Evolution

Its amazing how a person can change in a matter of few years only. Ofcourse not entirely, but there are things either inside or just on-the-side which changes. There are moments of pain and happiness, flickering through the ongoing life. It wasn't long ago, just two days back, when I was captured inside a strong bubble of terrible nostalgic pain. It was there for a very short time but was strong enough to create a vaccum around you and suck the life out of you.

And then, there was yesterday. I WAS HAPPY for no reason in particular. Now here comes the evolution. I have been in this country for more than three years and I loved it, since I come from the hot country as compared to here. So I loved it here except the gloomy and dark surroundings. I always welcomed winters, exactly opposite to what locals would have done.

I despised the summer. But yesterday, mercury had risen to up to 35 if I am not wrong, and I was still happy. the reason: I had an awesome evening with my collegues at a leaving-do of one of the collegues, the day before. Hence was out till late. Consequently, was very tired when i started work the next day (yesterday). Well! it turned out to be one of the unusually quiet day at work. Once or twice in a year you get such days when you dont have too much to do and you can relax a bit on wowrk front. This quietness resulted in early departure from work :) . As soon as I step out on the footpath outside the hotel, this DEMON, who scares me far too often,pops his ugly head out of the corner. This Demon of "not knowing what to do next and its still daylight out there, where to go since i dont want to go home, who to call cause everyone else might be busy or whom to meet. etc." But I didn't him stay there for a long time and crushed his head with a blow telling him that I dont need anyone to enjoy, which is not excactly true but it works.

Once the demon was dead and out, I made my way to my legendry WALK IN THE HYDE PARK. a park usually full of green grass was today full of people and dry yellow husk (remember summer). A few years back this would have been impossible, but its happening now.The breeze was a treat to the thirsty soul. so I walked and walked and at one place under the soft shadow of a big tree placed "My Esteemed Self". Wind was so "beautiful" that I dozed off the moment I hit the ground. And when I woke up it was 8 O'clock. "Aaa...oh. I have to go home". But what am i going to do at home. I start walking again lost in the ocean of people around me enjoying the summer as much as me. .......looked at the watch again and found out its only 7:15 and not 8:15. Hmmmm............ so I got it wwrong the first time.

What now, made my way to cinema. Bought a ticket and watched "Superman returns". some people didn't like the movie but I liked it alot. Awesome effects and beautiful pictures (specially the casting bit at the start of the movie). Wont say much about the movie, you have to find out for yourself.

Scotland

I am back in my room after a week of vacation. I wont say that it feels good to be back because it surely does not. I was in Scotland, so all of you can guess why it doesn't feel good to be back. Instead of writing about the whole trip on this page, I have linked the day to day account to the title of this blog. So just click Scotland. And let the photos do the talking.
The photographs are all there.
So go on the trip to Scotland with me.

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