An exercise in Narcissisim

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What use Education?

Raveena Tandon putting a gun to her head: Main teen tak ginti hoon! Agar tum mujhse shaadi nahi karoge toh main apni aap ko maar daloonga!
Govinda: Arrey! Itni padi likhi ho. Kam se kam sau tak toh gino!

The first Time

The cold was getting to me. I pulled my coat tighter around me and stifled an oath. I had to stay quiet. The rain drops kept exploding on the streets around me, dripping from the brim of my hat, down my collar. But I didn't mind. I liked the rain. It helped me stay unseen and unheard. That was important.

But the cold. It didn't help. The ice on the streets crunched when you walked on it, rubber soles or not. It was also hard to move quickly after you've been standing frozen still for hours on end. No, the rain was infinitely better.

The cold did have one advantage however. It kept people off the streets and as I heard the front door of Madame Shirley's establishment open and close, it occurred to me that this was the first time I was free to do my job in the isolation that it demanded.

The thug had been standing in the freezing rain for the past 3 hours. I had to admire his dedication. He had never let his attention waver, always focusing on the building ahead of him. It was hard to stand still in this cold. I didn’t feel it, but I knew he would. He was obviously a pro. Twice he turned as if he had heard me. It was taking considerable skill to keep myself hidden. He was good, but I was better. I would remain hidden till I decided to show myself. No one was good enough to take that decision out of my hands.

He was standing in an alley in front of the old Travers Towers. It had once been a symbol of prosperity for the city – a center of finance and economy. But in a reflection of the city’s current situation, it now lay dilapidated, overrun by drug peddlers and pimps, and it gave me an idea of what the thug was there for. The District Attorney had convinced a couple of drug lords to testify against the rest of their syndicate in return for immunity from prosecution. They had been promised secrecy and protection but with the police force being as corrupt as it was, they didn’t stay secret for too long. Execution-style killings had been reported around the city in the past few hours. The syndicate was retaliating.

There he was. Filthy old man. The camel coat strained against his huge waistline and an expensive cigar dangled uneasily from his lips. He looked around nervously and walked quickly down the street. Towards me. Fool. He knew about the executions. This was no time for him to be out in the open. But as much as cocaine was an addiction, Madame Shirley’s establishment had several pre-pubescent wares that were a much stronger lure. He had followed his crotch out of hiding into the open. It would be his last mistake.

Barry the Bastard. So that’s who the thug was after. The syndicate was serious about sending a message. The Bastard was the DA’s most important witness; without him their case was considerably weakened. From the glimpse I had caught of inside the thug’s coat when he moved, the man had the tools to torture him for hours on end and guarantee him a painful death. Barry was almost abreast of the alley. It was time.

He was coming closer. I fingered the piano wire in my pocket. It could wait. I had my instructions. He would die a slow death, after every bit of information had been extracted from him, painfully and excruciatingly. He would pay in blood.

Was that a shadow leaping across the building? It’s time for him to see me. It can’t be. It moved too fast. Must be my imagination. Cloud must have moved across the moon. Fool, there is no moon tonight. The traitor was in sight. He’s moving. Shit! A cat burst out of a garbage can and shot out in front of me. The traitor whirled around, his hand moving to his gun tucked among his stomach folds. You wish! All he saw was a flash of silver till he looked down to find a bloody stump and his hand on the ground, still clutching the pistol. Damn, he’s fast! I’d seen it coming. I could have stopped it but it was better this way. Barry had one less hand to molest children with. I think I’ll just kill him. He’s changing his mind. There’s nothing useful the syndicate can learn from this piece of shit anyway. I could have told you that. Goodbye Barrr..ugh! Gotchya! What the hell had me? The ground whipped by me as I flew across the street and crashed into the opposite wall. I caught sight of the specter before my head thudded into the wall. Holy Hell! He was huge. You may be doing the world a favor by killing scum like Barry, but I decide who dies tonight. Goodbye. I couldn’t breathe. The specter had me by the throat. Who was this phantom who swooped in at the exact moment that I was about to pop the Bastard? A second later and I would have finished the job. The powerful fingers crushed my windpipe. Who was this beast who knew the exact moment when to attack? “Who are you?” I gasped as the darkness closed in.

His limp body fell away from me. Time. They call me Justin Time.

Call me DayWalker

Me: "I'm not really a FOB, nor am I an ABCD. I'm a bit of both and yet I'm not either"
Cousin: "So you're kinda like Blade!"

yea....pretty much :)

The best we can be?

Strange the things I think of at night...evolution is the process whereby an organism adapts to its environment through biological changes to help its chances of survival - the giraffe with its neck, the lion with its fangs.

Human beings went through the same process. We stand straight because it enabled us to walk longer distances. But will we ever need to adapt to our environment anymore? Technology is about changing our environment to suit our needs - creating our own living environments, growing our own food - we change the earth to fit what we need. It is hard to see a situation where we will need to adapt to fit the earth.

Sure there are situations where we can't control the environment - tornadoes, tidal waves. But these are cataclysmic events. Evolution is a response to gradual change. What could change that man couldn't control for?

Mallus are crazy

And here's proof. Though I must admit I can see some sort of resemblance.

Back...for now

I ain't gonna make any excuses for being on hiatus. 'S not like I've had readers snapping at the heels of this blog anyway :)