Vampyre CONtortica

Terror springs within your heart, Adrenaline rushes through your veins, Eyes wide, searching furtively, Breaths taken sharply, lungs they pain! Along the long road, walking all alone Looking behind your shoulder, apprehensive Fear grows, black and strong, The unknown surrounds you, mind pensive. The vampire steals through the night, Mists part ever so slow, Feeding on distress in one’s soul, Draining the happiness, delivering the fatal blow. Like an Incubus, haunting your nightmares, Perched on a tree, licking her chops, Her proboscis twitches at the smell of blood, Carbonization of flesh, your heart just stops. Protection is prime, in times like these, The children of the Con are on the prowl, They sense the fear instilled in your soul, Lurking everywhere, you hear her satisfied growl!

This was written keeping the Con as inspiration. I feel that we all have to reach out and inform the others about the terrors that lurk around us. People, beware! And kids, don;t take candy from strangers. You may never grow up to realize your follies!

Mandatory Suicide

Soft sounds of water lapping in your tub, The candles burn, sweet smells divine, Lay back, relax with some wine, The end will come, soon you will die. Cut your wrists up, watch the bleeding, Diffusion of blood, the water turns red, Close your eyes, swallow all the pain, Doesn’t matter now, for soon you will be dead. Life flashing in front of you, Mistakes are revealed, Sensation of pain taunts you, Inaction sets in, your life is sealed. No one cares what you feel, No one there to bereave, Another number you become, Happiness in the end, you receive. Your entire life was a waste, Time and energy down the drain, The last minutes of consciousness, surreal, In the end, you die of the pain!

A party for Jini

We had one of those La Di Da parties …. U know one of those cheese n wine parties where U have the Classe aristocratique – not the hoi polloi …. all the bigwigs talking crap and getting steadily drunk …. U get the idea. Anyways, we had such a party to send Jini off to Atlanta. Silk cooked awesome Tandoori chicken and I made tortellini. The whole gang came over and we had a nice time. Here are Loof n Goof sipping Blackstone Cabernet Sauvignon. That wine is pretty good stuff. But nothing to beat the Beringer.

I cooked the sauce with the Blackstone and I must admit, it came out better than the last time when I cooked it without wine. Here is a pic of Jin satisfied ….. with the alfredo creamy sauce ….. Too bad Con couldn’t be with us. She seems to have gone back to the Stone Age …being with the rocks n the boulders n all. The last I heard of her, she was trying to beome taller than Mt. Everest by standing on the peak and pointing her nose to the sky. Too bad the officials there didn’t allow her to go skydiving since they couldn’t clear the airspace in and around Colorado (I hope that IS the place she went to) on such short notice.

Sandhya seemed a bit skeptical about my cooking and she was hesitantly nibbling at the food. Kutti on the other hand had already tasted the pasta that I make and so she was happily eating it. Ninu was busy on the phone for that split second, Vidya was , well Vidya. And the last time I cooked pasta (I think it was Rotini), Con didn’t even taste it …. And I was really happy that Hari Potter who had just come to taste the food ended up eating here. That was a really good compliment that he gave me.

The menu was –
1. Cheese crackers made by Raj
2. Asparagus and butter
3. Garlic Bread
4. Tortellini with Zesty Sauce and Alfredo
5. Tandoori Chicken
The wines served were Blackstone and Beringer Cabernet Sauvignon, and the kids had Apple, Guava, and Orange juice, Coke n Sprite to choose from. The desserts were:

1. Peach Melba without the liqueur (Couldn’t manage to get hold of sherry or cognac)
2. Chocolate Ice cream with Hersheys (hehehe)
3. Chocolate cake (filled with chocolate mousse.

Next time, Con is gonna make pasta and invite us. Looking forward to that.

Intel Bashing!

Q: How many Pentium designers does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: 1.99904274017, but that’s close enough for non-technical people. Q: What’s another name for the “Intel Inside” sticker? A: The warning label. Q: Why didn’t Intel call the Pentium the 586? A: After adding 486 and 100 on the first one the result was 585.999803605. PENTIUM: Produces Erroneous Numbers Through Incorrect Understanding of Mathematics

— Micro$oft motto: How do you want to crash today?

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Suffering in Silence

The darkness of silence, The mist eerie and thick, The pain and the misery, The heart bleeds as the clocks tick. Anger in the blood, Gushing through the veins, Pulsating sorrow, thumping, Use the knife to end your pain. The cleaver beckons you, Glimpses of the Grim Reaper, Your life ebbs away, Mindless existence, as your senses taper. Cruel mind, the torture, Stakes through you, as your flesh is torn, The mistake you made, Was that you were born. Say not a word, In fear that you may ache The ones that you love, In silence, suffering you take.

Addicted to slaughter

No escape, your hate too strong,
Decapitate the masses, sweet revenge,
Elimination is the solution, the answer to all,
Let everyone beware, your mind is deranged!
Opposition is futile, submission is prime,
Bow your head, so I can kill thee,
Obliterating the existence, blood tasting sweet,
Killing is the answer, it sets everyone free.
Amputation, severing the head,
Cut them up and exhilarate,
Their pain, their cries of agony,
Make them beg for mercy, endless lives you take.
Rivers of blood, flesh oozing out,
Hanging limbs, you lacerate,
Getting high, on their screams,
Bled to death, you obliviate.

Addicted to slaughter

No escape, your hate too strong, Decapitate the masses, sweet revenge, Elimination is the solution, the answer to all, Let everyone beware, your mind is deranged! Opposition is futile, submission is prime, Bow your head, so I can kill thee, Obliterating the existence, blood tasting sweet, Killing is the answer, it sets everyone free. Amputation, severing the head, Cut them up and exhilarate, Their pain, their cries of agony, Make them beg for mercy, endless lives you take. Rivers of blood, flesh oozing out, Hanging limbs, you lacerate, Getting high, on their screams, Bled to death, you obliviate.

The Memories

Seeping within, like the night sky, A searing pain in my heart, A thorn driven deep inside, Blackness envelopes me, tearing me apart. Your laughter still rings in my ears, Those priceless pearls of happiness, not knowing penury, Thought you would be my harbinger of joy, Knowing not that you were my angel of misery. Blame you not, you did what you thought right, Maybe it was my fault all along, Building sandcastles in the air, Oh wretched heart, didn’t you know it was wrong? Time will heal, as the adage says, Should learn never to trust your heart, Pain and agony it will bring, Without remorse, it will tear you apart. All I have left are the thoughts, I don’t deny deep inside it pains, But cherish them I will, And the memories still remain.

Ode to our Nanny!

The Nose

A shadow creeps, soft and slow, The ground suddenly goes black, up so close Is it a ghost, a ghoul or a lost soul, Run before it attacks, its Nanny‘s nose! Myriad are the applications, Limited only by the mind its attached to, Flipping switches, raising alarms, What task exists that it cannot do? Shiny and long, the highlight of her face, Beware people! Its just a decoy, Hypnotized while you are by the nose, Conning you she is, thats her little ploy! Hehehehe ……