Dear "Patrons" of Grey-Cells-Overflow,
I have been informed (indeed, berated with highly abusive language) that it will officially be ONE YEAR on the 26th of November, since I last posted anything worth the perusal of my ardent readers. In short, Anirudh, here I am! :)
Unfortunately, due to some unavoidable obligations (such as friggin' exams) this week, I shall not be posting any paper worth the critical acclaim that accompanies a new Harry Potter release just now. However, this is to inform all my fans( this is just asking for trouble, I know!) that Gautham will officially be back on the 28th of November, 2009, to assist any jobless blog-hoppers with my natural wit, charm and as my buddy Anirudh calls it, my "charisma".
Hence, I bade you all farewell for now and promise that I shall indeed oblige those loyal souls who have laid down their time to know me better and have till this date, visited my blog for some kind of hope. Have heart, my followers, for shortly, you shall be fulfilled with all the anecdotes and assessments that I have been carrying with me all year. Get ready to survey the world through my eyes!
On that strong note, I take your leave. May you get through the week with the anticipation and excitement that always accompanies the promise of entertainment, a.k.a Gautham.
P.S - Don't beat me.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Anirudh: Of ships and shores.
Dear Patrons of "Words of Wisdom from the Weirdo Genius",
-pause- Hold on, there AREN'T any official patrons save the two contributors. Oh wells
Anyway, dear patrons of "Words of Wisdom from the Weirdo Genius", if there are such patrons that might wish not to be official "Followers" of this superbly boring blog,
I trust that you are not very pleased with the contents of this blog, owing primarily to the fact that it has a grand total of three posts and hasn't been updated in what is nearing a year; I daresay I wouldn't be far from the truth in making such an assumption. Pardon me for the superfluity of my word usage in this post, but it all serves to accentuate the extent of my displeasure with this largely boring keepsake that I have worked tirelessly over the last couple of weeks to unearth with the use of my archaeological equipment.
In short, dear patrons, or if I may so call you, sympathisers, the time has arrived, the time when your captain says, "All men, abandon ship." In this regard, I am your captain, and I most pretentiously expect to be obeyed when I say "All men, abandon ship."
And hence I say, "All men, abandon ship."
Where do you go from here? Are you to swim helplessly in the sea of webpages, looking for something buoyant enough to bolster your interest? NO! No captain would wilfully condemn his crew to the misfortune of having to swim helplessly without the faintest hope of finding shore or another ship. Thus I give you, my crew, a ship.
The ship: ANIRUDH's SHIP.
You shall find that not only is my ship filled to the brim with food and supplies (which I am sure THIS ship lacks in totality), but it goes so far as to have feasts for it's crew every day, every meal.
Wait no more,
my ship is set to go,
to lands far and beyond,
while this ship sinks to the ground.
I know this poem sucks, but it lays bare the banal truth that is the only truth that THIS ruddy ship could possibly provide: that IT sucks (worse than the poem)
Yours,
Anirudh Krishnan
my ship: http://anirudhsmusings.blogspot.com/
-pause- Hold on, there AREN'T any official patrons save the two contributors. Oh wells
Anyway, dear patrons of "Words of Wisdom from the Weirdo Genius", if there are such patrons that might wish not to be official "Followers" of this superbly boring blog,
I trust that you are not very pleased with the contents of this blog, owing primarily to the fact that it has a grand total of three posts and hasn't been updated in what is nearing a year; I daresay I wouldn't be far from the truth in making such an assumption. Pardon me for the superfluity of my word usage in this post, but it all serves to accentuate the extent of my displeasure with this largely boring keepsake that I have worked tirelessly over the last couple of weeks to unearth with the use of my archaeological equipment.
In short, dear patrons, or if I may so call you, sympathisers, the time has arrived, the time when your captain says, "All men, abandon ship." In this regard, I am your captain, and I most pretentiously expect to be obeyed when I say "All men, abandon ship."
And hence I say, "All men, abandon ship."
Where do you go from here? Are you to swim helplessly in the sea of webpages, looking for something buoyant enough to bolster your interest? NO! No captain would wilfully condemn his crew to the misfortune of having to swim helplessly without the faintest hope of finding shore or another ship. Thus I give you, my crew, a ship.
The ship: ANIRUDH's SHIP.
You shall find that not only is my ship filled to the brim with food and supplies (which I am sure THIS ship lacks in totality), but it goes so far as to have feasts for it's crew every day, every meal.
Wait no more,
my ship is set to go,
to lands far and beyond,
while this ship sinks to the ground.
I know this poem sucks, but it lays bare the banal truth that is the only truth that THIS ruddy ship could possibly provide: that IT sucks (worse than the poem)
Yours,
Anirudh Krishnan
my ship: http://anirudhsmusings.blogspot.com/
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