Thoughts of A Dying Man (A work of Fiction)

[Foreword: The following is a short story born purely of impulse but over the past hour and a half I have spent writing it, I've kinda begun to like it. I request those of you who do read this, to carry on till the end and please do leave a comment. Hope you Like it!]-Amogh Sood

He was an average guy, of average build with an average job which payed an average salary. He was an average man with an average life.

He was 35 years of age, young by some standards, but he had been spotting signs of middle age which would eventually lead to old age. He pictured himself at 50, maybe 60, old and infirm, bound to a wheel chair, with little or no money, maybe bald, and no kids, oh how he hoped that he would have no kids. Honestly, there wasn't much to look forward too.

So he sat there idly, twirling a lone ice cube in a glass of scotch, the drink had cost him more than he earned a day but it was worth it, after all you only die once.

Throughout his life the one thing he did achieve was that he was always composed, cool as a cucumber, steady as a rock--well except when he was born, for like all people, he was born covered in blood, kicking and crying. That was the only time people who had known him all his life had seen him express himself, and luckily for him he had no memory of that time for if he did the very thought of "not having his act together" would have killed him.

But he wasn't at the upmarket bar to kill himself. No sir he wasn't. He was there simply to decide upon the best way to do it, to mull things over, after all he had only one shot at it. For the record, this wasn't the first time such thoughts had crossed his mind, he had been at this juncture before and the last time he had drowned a dozen or so sleeping pills with one and half bottle of vodka. The dose was enough to kill a horse. But somehow that night three months ago, he wasn't meant to die.

And so here he was again confronted with dilemma of deciding upon his exeunt. 

He looked up. The air was thick, laden with cigar smoke, dissent and snobbery. After all in a room full of gucci's and armani's he was the only one with a generation old corduroy jacket and a worn out shirt. He attracted stares from all over the room, they hated him and he hated them back, he wasn't one of them and they made sure he knew that. 

But he had greater things to worry about. A will was out of question, he owned very little and had no one to give it to, he didn't have to worry about funeral preparations no one would be there anyway, what he was bothered by was how he'd die. It was a big deal, not many people get to plan their death to the finest detail and very few get a second chance.

The last time around, after much deliberation, he had decided that he would go quietly. But not this time. He had lived his entire life without being noticed and so in his death he wanted to create a veritable ruckus, Go out with A BANG. He wanted to make the paper.

He finally grabbed a tissue and pulled out a pen and drew three vertical lines. He rested his head on his palm and stared at the lines, the ice cube was gone by now, but the continued to stir his drink. Then after what seemed like an eternity, it finally dawned upon him. He would climb the highest building in town, take the elevator to the very top and jump. "A bit cliched", he admitted to himself, "but will certainly get the job done."

So it was settled. He would wake up at 9.00 clock in the morning, take the bus at 9.45, will be at the tallest building in town at 10.30 and would make the big leap at exactly 10.40. 

He gulped down his drink, headed home, had a good night's rest and was up at 9.00. He took the bust at 9.45 and was at the second-tallest building in town by 10.30. There was a reason for heading to the second tallest building in town. While he brushed his teeth for the very last time in his life, he realized that he worked at the tallest building in town and he hated that place. Surely he wouldn't want to die there. He had to make do with the second-tallest building in town.

He took the elevator to the top, walked out on to the roof and headed over to the ledge. He stood there and lit a cigarette. "My last smoke," he promised himself. 

Now you may know how when one is about to die their entire life flashes before them. Something similar happened to our protagonist. The only problem was that he had never truly lived, so there was nothing to put in the ending credits. Surely he couldn't go out like that.

So he stepped back and after 35 years cried. He took the elevator back down, walked down to the nearest liquor store and bought a bottle of champagne. He had decided that he would live, he would celebrate. He wasn't bothered by the fact that the champagne cost him 2 months of his salary because for the first time in his 35 years of existence he felt truly Alive.

He headed home, decided to cut across an alley, after all he was in a hurry for it was the first day of his new life. 

That's when a tall dark man with a handkerchief across his face walked up to him with a gun in hand.The tall dark man relieved him of his wallet and then shot him. 

Our hero collapsed, blood and champagne ran together and drained into a storm water drain. He did go out with a bang, a bang heard by some policemen in the vicinity who chased down the suspect, he did make the paper-Page 2 Victim of yet another Mugging. 

He had lived when he had decided to die. He had died when he decided to live.

                                                         The End

Amogh Sood signing off and thanking you for your patience.

-The Passive Observer

A not So Passive Observation..The World We Live In Might Not Be Real!

|Those of you who read this blog might be familiar with Essay Tea ( do read his blog and this is not a request).
Anyway he is a good friend of mine and we have these really long, at times weird conversations.


A typical example would be me popping up in his chat window, and say something like:
DUUUDE
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Resident_evil_6.jpg

See pic: That looks like a woman BJ'ing a Giraffe
And after like a century he would reply, now that you mention it, it does...or something like that.


Anyhoo, a day back we had this rather simulating discussion on whether the world as we perceive it is real or not. And here's what it went like:
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14th April 2012 19:49


Me: Dude. Work with me on this will you? I just watched a movie 13th floor and plus I have lost how many times I have watched the matrix trilogy and I am convinced OUR WORLD IS NOT REAL and I CAN PROVE IT!


Sam: Shoot


Me: Alright. Everything from moving objects to celestial bodies to the crap I just took in the morning can be broken down to math, right?


Sam: Right


Me: As in super-difficult, annoying, crappy math.


Sam: Sure


Me: so can the forces that govern this universe, they can be broken down to math.


Sam: You can move on from the Math


Me: So what If we are a part of a computer code, our entire world composed of various variables.


Sam:  Exactly. So what? 


Me: Dude, doesn't it bother you that we are a simulation sitting on some guy's computer?
Sam: Not anymore than pacman is bothered by the number of pills he is popping.


Me: But dude for a SIM, there is no purpose of existence. (SIM-Like the ones found in the computer game)


Sam: Name a single program without a purpose for existence.


Me: Dude for all we know we might be in the hands of some 17 year old dork, drinking beer, pissing in adult diapers and making us have this conversation.
Plus, the we THE Creation are becoming the Creators. (you know with our own SIMS)


Sam: Even if this is a correct hypothesis, which it easily could be, how does it affect anything we can or will do?


Me: Well, If this is not real, then anything that we do doesn't amount to anything. Our entire lives premeditated, segments of code. Stupid Crappy math Code!


Sam: And what, for the past 16 years you thought you were the chosen one?
No act is meaningless. If we are simulations, we serve some purpose, which is something all mankind is worried about. Couldn't you look at it as a comfort? If we are code, it means we are creation. If we are creation, we serve a purpose it might be something mundane, like something for the programmers to point at and chuckle about or it might be something important, perhaps even sinister but such doubts would persist in all worlds at least all predictable worlds governed by maths.


Me: Dude all this while I sought solace in the fact that the universe, life on earth, evolution was all a happy-accident. And the thought of someone pushing the buttons on me sucks. Chaos was comforting, order isn't.


Sam: Would you prefer aimlessness?


Me: Someone could hit backspace or spill coffee and erase me, you or everyone forever. So yeah I do prefer aimlessness.


++I still can't punch through walls or dodge bullets a la matrix.


Sam: Imagine aimlessness. No rules of reality. How would you determine that you have free will?


Me: Au contraire. No code means what we do is unpredictable, our actions are entirely my own, not part of a system.


So the thing is I decide to take a crap in the morning it is not my decision, not my free will. There is a segment in some program which says Amogh make dodo at 6 in the morning. The though that everything I do is determined by someone else is unsettling.


Sam: Here is Unpredictability's Version: You want to take a crap. Suddenly you start barfing shit
and you turn into a hippo.


Me: What I mean is that I am just  a puppet with someone else pulling the strings. And that isn't unpredictable that is implausible.


Sam: and as opposed to a puppet being meaninglessly ripped apart and what do you mean by implausible? not likely to happen
says who?
mathematical probability, the laws of physics
RULES
In our current world chaos means that everything can and will eventually happen.


Me: That being true, in a programmed universe anything that does happen is Supposed to happen. Concepts of free will don't exist in a programmed universe.


Sam: You want a world with free will right? and presumably this world resembles our world in all other respects.


Me: Right


Sam: Then you don't want freedom from the program, you want a different program.



Me: What I want is to be in control, not have my strings tugging at my arms as I type. To be the programmer. I want to take a dump whenever I want (humorous accent this last one)


I do not want to conform to the LAWs laid down by some fat dude scratching his chest hair shampoing his toes drinking beer from his sneakers...hammering on a keyboard.



Sam: You still haven't defined what you mean when you say that you want to be in control
in control of what? your bodily functions? your thoughts?


Me: Yes my thoughts, maybe even yours.


Sam: In what way have you been impeded from doing so other than the laws of reality?
Implausible, in your words.


Me: If I am part of a code, my thoughts aren't exactly my own. Even the ones I am having right now.


Sam: Which means you can't think of anything that is not included in the code.


Me: No, not unless I get to see the limits of the code, the ends of the toffee wrappers.


Sam: Then it would be impossible to determine finally that you have free will. You can never be sure of what you are thinking and all that is possible to think. Because you'd never see the limits, you'd never be sure if they exist or not. In all eventualities you could take what you've got.


Me: What if, some oil leaking machine is using my body as a new-age Duracell in the REAL world. Am i supposed to let that go?


Sam: How would you know? Think of the real world in the matrix. Was it different from the matrix? yes, in 2 ways, it was bleak and could not be changed. Which is what we experience right now. Either we live in the real world or all worlds are potential simulations.


Me: I agree. So we are in a simulation, creating simulations, having been created by a simulation. Like a Matryoksha Doll. So where is the end and where is the beginning? 


Sam: Why does there have to be one?


Me: No end I get, but it has got to have some quantifiable beginning. 


Sam: Which has only one interpretation which we as humans can imagine, and that is that we create a sim that creates a sim that creates us and so on.


Me: The first SIM, WHO DONE THAT??


Sam: The mobius strip.


Me: But something ought to have created the first SIM?


Sam: If that someone created the first Sim, then it would have to be created, unless it is infinite, which brings us back to God.


Me: Something I won't accept.


Sam: take your pick, nerdy programmer or benevolent almighty God.


Me: It would be better if I get to be the PROGRAMMER


Sam: But then you would be perpetuating the cycle or be God which is unacceptable.


Me: Not if I get to be God *winks*


Sam: So there's the answer to your question: the quest for meaning all boils down to Selfishness.


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And Cut!


So that's that!


--Amogh+Essay tea Out
            ---Signing Off!

Essay Tea Presents: PokeYoga

I've written about three posts for the Passive Observer, but I recently realised that none of them have been passive observations! Instead, there have been two rants and a Top 10 List.
Such a disservice to this blog is unpardonable. However, I shall now attempt to right this wrong.

If you watch Comedy Central, you'll probably have seen this ad of a yogi demonstrating different asanas with ease. However, when called upon to perform the "Stand Up" asana, he experiences what can only be described as an epic fail. The point is that not everyone can do stand-up comedy. An interesting concept, but I'm not writing about stand-up here.

No, when I heard the names of the different asanas being bellowed out by an unseen instructor, I was transported back in time to when yoga was compulsory at my school. Everyone would fight for the softest mattresses and then spend the next 40 minutes twisting their bodies to the instructions of the world's vaguest yoga guru. He would have us perform seemingly impossible contortions, ask us to hold the position for 10 seconds and then count like this:
"Oooooooooone...... Twoooooooooo....." 
and so on.
Sometimes, he'd get sidetracked, helping the more flexible kids out, sometimes even attending to phone calls, leaving the rest of us waiting, grunting, sweating, wincing and cursing.

Pretty soon, yoga class became a bit of a joke and turned into free Games periods. The practice was soon discontinued.

As I looked back on it and watched this ad, I was struck by a revelation.

Yoga is a one-man Pokemon battle!

Think about it, you have one guy shouting out commands (Typhlosion! Flame Wheel! Yogi! Chakrasana!), ordering the hapless practitioners to perform for the monetary gain of the one sitting pretty and shouting out stuff, not the ones doing the actual work, different feats of balance/dexterity/flexibility/endurance, different asanas (attacks?). These asanas cause damage. Oh boy, do they cause damage. A Solar Beam is nothing compared to a Surya Namaskar. And I dare Electabuzz to pull off a vajra asana.

Not only that, the asanas/attacks also have special effects. You don't get paralysed or poisoned (though you might fall asleep), but you do somehow protect your mortal frame from the vicissitudes of life, diabetes, heart disease et al. So not only does it rob you of your HP (health points) it somehow also increases it!
And of course, the more you do it, the higher your EXP (experience points) go up.

Yoga has no real time limit. It can go on till you faint.

And just like almost every Pokemon is inspired by something from real life, an animal or an object perhaps, so too are the asanas (Ardha Chandrasana = Lunatone? Bhujangasana = Arbok?).

So you see, yoga is really just a one-man Pokemon battle.

So where the frick are all my badges?

My Idea of Instant-Coffee....And how to tell you have gone too far.

So here's the deal, I am super lazy always looking to cut corners, always wanting the easy way out.
And it is only logical, exercising restraint when it comes to expending labor is a principal we should all abide by, it's economical...And I can prove it!

See when you do the bare-minimum and don not tax yourself either physically or mentally you save Energy, energy which you derive from Food. So being lazy allows you to save money on food.

Anyway I seem to have stumbled away a bit from my initial train of thought. But how to tell when you have gone too far with your laziness? You'll know when I tell you how I make InstantCoffee.

It so happened that a day or two back the craving hit me, so I warmed a cup of water, like any normal person would do. But then I did something unthinkable even by my standards, I subconsciously swallowed to spoonfuls of coffee powder, half a spoonful of sugar and I kid not, I drank the warm water.

I apparently have reached a point where my ideals of minimizing effort are so ingrained in my conscience, that against my will my brain decided to forgo the seemingly futile effort of stirring in the coffee powder and sugar in the cup of warm water.

That's it I guess...just a random incident I thought I'd put down.

             -Ciao
TPO, Odos Mahog out!

Delhi A'rick insider..I bet you didn't know this!

So here's the deal I hate, I absolutely hate this city's public transport systems....full of greasy sweaty people, germs and no place to sit unless you are woman with one leg over 60 years of age. The general population just stands. So I always either walk ( looking at my physique people do doubt this but I walk a lot plus I regularly have been hiking in the Himalayas and have canvassed some pretty major trekking routes) or well find someone willing to drive me to my destination, last resorts are A'ricks.

Anyway a few days back or maybe it was a week, I really am zoned out these days, I had to go to school to collect I believe the fee-book..anyway I set out out at around 8.30 hailed an auto, after haggling for about another  10 minutes the guy agreed to a metered rate, so I got in and dozed off. Anyway I reached school at about 9.15 or so, the meter read 53 bucks, I handed him the cash, I was pleased cause usually a trip like this would cost some sixty-ish bucks I had saved 7 bucks..YAY! anyway I turned and started to walk away and the guy called out: (the conversation is listed below)

Auto-rick guy: Saab 25% extra lage ga? (sir, you will be charged 25% extra)

Me: Kyun (why so?)

Auto-rick guy: Night-charges.

Me: *Burst out laughing.* WTF? Night charges subah ke 9 bajje? (Night charges at 9 in the morning)

A'rick guy: Sir, raat 11 bajje se subah 9 bajje tak night charge lagta hai. (night charges applicable from 11 in the night to 9 in the morning). Apne 8.30 bajje auto kiya toh night charge lagega ( You hailed the auto at 8.30 so you have to pay the night charge)

Then he pulled out a regulation book ..seemed legit, I read through it. The guy was right. I owed him another 25%

So did some math in my head 53 bucks +25%extra gives 66.25 round of two 67. The guy initially had asked me for a flat rate of 65 bucks, so instead of saving 7 bucks like I initially thought, I now paid 2 bucks extra. If only I had agreed to his flat-rate 65 bucks

So traveler beware!!           

                                       And right now this seems apt I guess,

                                    The Passive Observer GOT TROLLED ! :D

                             

                         

--Odos Mahog aka Ghoom Soda out!

The Blog Lives...Last Exam (math...nailed it!) and Why My "Brain" is an Ass(some more songs for those interested...)!

Hey How you doing?

Surprised? Me too. the blog lives...despite all this (atleast for now).
Well, the universe is to blame....trust me I'll tell you later.
Anyhoo

I gave my last exam today..Maths. now if you know me/read my last blog post (Link: http://amogh-thepassiveobserver.blogspot.in/2011/09/why-this-day-officially-sucks-triple.html )
You would know that Math and I have a complicated relationship....It's been screwing me a lot and I mean a lot lately.
But today I nailed it. It feels good...kinda! I am 99% sure I land up with an 80/80 (wait...isn't that equal to one?)..but Screw it! Math deserves no more mention..it's got enough press already and I hate it so Fuck You math...not enough place for you on my blog.... :P

But well today's day was still weird. You know why...because from the moment I got up this morning I have had this playlist running in my head. And most of them I don't usually listen to.

The day started with Purple Haze and Vodoo child while I brushed my teeth. Not much of a surprise as I do listen to a lot of Hendrix, not lately though, still.

Okay in the bus on the way to school.. Renegade by the Styx. (yeah supernatural I know..) Again pretty much expected since I watch supernatural a lot (mainly for the scores...they put in some brilliant music from time to time) and plus Gavin George had put up link for it on FaceBook earlier which I chanced upon.

Now this is when it gets weird.

Just as the bus pulls up in front of the school...my "brain" switches to Thank heaven for little girls...
which honsestly does make me feel like a pedophile...I mean oh god why?

Then SkyRockets in flight...and I am like WTF?! I don't even know who the song is by. I just know how it goes..
"Sky Rocks In flight
Afternoon Delight......nada nada I have been working up on appetite for your little afternoon delite....nada nada..something like this" I know it sounds a bit obscene is you put some thought into it...get it yet?..no...now...oh yeah now you do!!

Anyway, the while talking to couple of friends the playlist in my head cycles through Frank Sinatra:I loved her,
Rolling Stones: She's So cold.. oh and during the assembly MC Hammer...Can't touch this. I know this is messed up.

Anyway in the examination hall...before the papers were given out The Eye Of the Tiger played in my head,
Finally something motivational. But well I always get far to ahead of myself, the question paper landed on my desk and just before I flipped through it my brain switched to the theme from Mission Impossible.

Which Brings us to the 2nd part of the title..I mean my "Brain" Is a Mean Bitch and a total a**hole.

Anyway then the playlist in my head fell silent, Mortal Kombat played briefly for a moment but then silence.

In last half an hour or so as i struggled to finish a couple questions left.. this Video Yes A VIDEO Played in my head... Batman on Drugs 2..I mean really.?! and I had watched this thing weeks ago and had forgotten about it when it suddenly springs up in my head in the last half and hour of math exam. I mean my "Brain" Is one sick bastard.

Anyhow..I am out for now. Links to these crazy tracks have been provided.

Ciao

Amogh Out..!

Rant Numero...don't remember and don't give a rat's ass...!

So here am..

Exams are nearly over...oh cmon there's just two left nobody gives a shit. All I can say about them is that they have been interesting...(well maybe..uh). Last Hindi paper....Good Riddance! No more Samas Sandhi and vachya kicking my ass...! Woho!

Last SST paper...never really had any qualms with that subject but well...It feels good getting rid of shit doesn't it.

Speaking of Shit. I don't know why my ideas have a way of crumbling around me....seriously not kidding. The worst part is I never get to know that they suck or are brilliant....I mean negligible feedback..that what bugs me.

Let's do a list: (Fine I love Lists...you gotta problem with that?)

1) Take this blog for instance...I started this on let me check in October 2010..first post on the 12th at 1.47 AM.

So let's see..the blog turns 18 months on 12th March..and let's see the milestones...oh yeah wait shit nil!
I mean a year and a half and I have 20 followers..and about 4220 views (at present)? seriously naked sadhus in banaras do better....!

The Most comments I have gotten on a post is 4 I guess...and maximum likes lingers around at 14-ish

2)The blog facebook page: Started sometime in April last year...will also be turning a year old next month and what have we got? 25 people like this and 1 talking about this....common I am sure OOMPA Loompas Drinking Beer would get more likes than yours truly.!


3) My Photography page...let's its about 4 months old. And what have we so far...48 likes...Oh my oh my!

Add to that list...The Passive Observer FaceMash Contest..oh yeah that got nothing at all. Plus don't forget my bid to complete a hundred posts before Jan 1 2012...we're still at 90 and uh its March 2012!

I guess the only reason my blog shows some page views or readers is because I ceremoniously tag all my close friends (atleast that's what I think of 'em) on facebook. Maybe they give it an obligatory glance, maybe they even read it..no way to get in their heads.

I mean I don't mind people telling me that I suck..I mind them saying nothing at all.

And a while back this wouldn't have bothered me...but recently I think there's little worth left in carrying on.
Maybe its the exam stress ( yeah rite...stress? You write a 3 hour paper in max an hour 23 minutes..well except maths..well who doesn't?..*ahem*uh?!)
Maybe I just have woken up from a long sleep of nonchalance and complacency, of being oblivious, of "not giving a shit"..
or maybe its the __________ speaking (wait I haven't done any drugs or anything)..so this doesn't apply.
Anyhoo..I have decided to do something about it In the next month I probably will (probably since all my ideas turn to shit anyway) end up offing myself...(woah let's not get ahead ourself)..Well I mean killing my virtual presence which includes suspending my e-mail, facebook, blog, youtube account, photography page, uh let's see..bioware social account steam account...uhm..ubisoft account..(wait not all this cause then I won't able to play my games)...ign account..yup that goes for sure...and miscellaneous.

This is perhaps my swan song...I guess..thanks to all the loyal readers I guess and the silent voyeurs too( just so that you know this is partly your fault)...U probably won't see me here again.

--TPO  Amogh Sood
                signing off (perhaps for the last time)

Another List: Songs this time!

So Rudraksh Banerjie, a friend of mine put in a general request on his status: "Comment with the best song you've ever heard! I wanna get over Post-rock."


(Link: http://www.facebook.com/rudraksh.banerjie/posts/3520428213327 ...BTW this status saw me going completely loony with my comments...does happen can't blame me..refer last post *wink*)


Tall order I know. Anyhoo...


So well I came up with this list, after much deliberation and hair loss..TOP 10 SONGS I COULD LISTEN TO ANYTIME.


A little heads up, this list will mostly comprise Deep Purple, Pink Floyd, Led Zep and Uriah Heep.. cause these guys are like the Holy Trinity +1 for me when it comes to music.


#10 White Room Eric Clapton


How could one not love this song...its lively its hot..its Eric Clapton


This version in particular (Yes I have my favorite version as well..sue me)

#9 July Morning: Uriah Heep

Normally my July morning don't sound so great..you know school reopens..you get it don't you!

#8 Rock Me Baby: This jam right here...

I mean are you kidding me the Gods of blues descend together on stage...seriously! Plus a great place to pick some tasty licks when learning to play the blues...

#7 Highway Star: Deep Purple

What I warned you..!

#6 Going to California: Led Zep
 Led Zep perhaps pioneered a genre which I like to call citrus rock....with songs like tangerine, the Lemon Song and Surprisingly..Going to California

#5 Stealin'/Lady In Black: Both by Uriah Heep

I couldn't really make up my mind...both are great songs and i love them both so here's both

#4 Blind Eye/Pilgrim/ Gypsy Queen/Free Me/Rain: All Uriah Heep Songs.

This is getting harder and harder...all Uriah Heep songs..Damn you Rudy...*arrghh!!

#3 Wow no.3 already and I haven't lost all my hair...yes!!

This spot goes to Soldier Of Fortune-Deep Purple/When a Blind Man Cries-Deep Purple/Black Dog and Moby Dick- Led Zep

#2 This is gonna be all Pink Floyd:  This spot goes to Money, Time, Another Brick in the Wall Wish you Here Not Now John, Mother, Learning to Fly, Speak To Me, A momentary laps of reason, Alan's Pschydelic Breakfast and Fat Old Sun and On The Turning Away.. Phew!

And please be kind enough to look these up on your own...! I can't..possibly can't Post all of them here..Forgive me

#1 Deep Purple Again: April
I love this song hate the month (well school reopens...the one major reason why I hate most months)

That's all Folks..!

       I know...The Top 10 list has more than 10 songs...But that's good rite?!

Plus, I see a part 2 coming...WOHOO!!
    anyway..thanks Rudy! Love/Hate you I guess!

  Ciao

Amogh Out!

So I guess I am Destined to be Looony..!

Well this idea struck me thanks to a random post on Facebook and well decided to look my name up on the Urban Dictionary and decided to write this post, Plus anything that keeps me from studying SST is welcome.

Here's what it Turned UP:

1)Amogh
crazy dude who is a treu G and lives in the ghetto of Brussels. He goes to ISB were he chills with his assasin Owen

2)Amogh

Verb - To completely and utterly destroy one's possessions through means inconceivable to the normal human brain. Named after Saint Amogh, famed for his rituals of amoghing objects.

Man 1 - Oh man!
Man 2 - What happened?
Man 1 - I just completely destroyed my computer. It fell down three flights of stairs and is completely in ruins.
Man 2- You sure have amoghed that computer of yours!

Here's the Link see for yourself: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Amogh

Anyway My regular meaning of the name i.e what my parent's intended is "unerring" or "Something which can not be diverted from its target" But seriously Brussels Ghetto and chilling with assassin Owen is more awesome! Ain't it?!

Till then Ciao

A little heads up..thanks to Rudraksh Banerjies Status I am going to do a Top 10 list ( I know you asked for one Rudy, but I love doing Top 10 lists).

              --Amogh Out Brussels awaits.!

And We are BACK..! And a look at Racist Comics.

I do have a good friend of mine to thank for this post.. Here's What I mean

Anyhoo...Let me begin with an obligatory apology: I am sorry that I haven't been able to make the time to write.
In my defense, I have been studying really hard...I mean 4 weeks of maths tuition (just started with them) filled up 4 registers and clocked avg. 6 hours of study a day. I mean this is some really fucked up shit..I mean crap like this makes normal people go insane.

Thank God The Passive Observer is not normal people. Anyway I seem to be going on a tangent to my initial stream of thoughts so let's get back on track. This week we bring to you a look into the Uncanny Racism Present in The Comic-Verse!! Oh yeah!


So I have been toying with this idea for a while and the impetus to write came a day or two after my visit to The New Delhi Comic Con.

FYI I bought some comics by some Indian writers..and all of them suffered from weak narratives and "a final-fantasy rip-off feel" Though the Robert Crumb interview was quite something.

Rambling again. Anyway this visit made me examine a lack of black/yellow superheroes in mainstream comic media. I mean there is John Stewart the Green lantern, Black Panther and Falcon- both Stan-lee's brain child.
And there is Luke Cage..or Kato from Green Hornet (sidekick though)

But seriously look at the starting line-up for either DC or Marvel and you will get what I mean.

Anyway, this is just a little thought I am gonna leave you with..

Till  Then Ciao
         Amogh Out!