The Poll daddy post

HAPPY DIWALI to all.

About us, the aliens

I had long been planning to start a simple yet humorous comic strip, but was never being able to quite get to it. May be now I had made a go with the double postings on the opening day of Us, the Aliens. The characters were not preconceived (and preconcieved) i.e. they draw inspiration from nowhere and came to existence out of the blue. The are simple aliens trying to know and understand the earth and its inhabitants. The guy is called Malien and the girl, Femailen. They come across the  our facts and give us their interpretations. I try to keep things satirical with their non-standard view of stuff. Hope you like it.

Right now the images are simple Photoshop images (and there is no vector part in the graphics). But soon I will bring out vector shapes and may be wallpapers. Keep enjoying.

P.S.  Right now I am busy in system mutiny combat. My PC is revolting against my every attempts of recovering it. So I may not be regular with the comics strip.

The deadlined one

This one is about nothing.  Just felt like adding a post and pop it sprouted. I decided to give myself  15 minutes and have something written out within that. The first thing that struck my mind was my defunct right shift key which I can’t help but just keep using somehow. It keeps delivering me cap letters long after I  had stopped needing any. The second thing that perches on my head is the mammoth course load of statistical mechanics, nuclear models and elementary particles.  After pseudo fruitless three hours in our routine condensed matter lab, it takes one quite some time to recollect who he is. The next thing I find myself bothering is how to finish off this post. Its getting all the more nagging by each line.

I experienced The good, the bad and the ugly yesterday. When you are frustrated with all that you are and all those that surround you, nothing other than being a bandit in the wild west is what you fancy.  Right now I have a topless guy (with distinctively protruding nipples) roaming around me, a deranged guy chiding the system, a gigantic guy showing off his vocabulary skills and a fast darkening evening all working in unison  towards pissing me off my mind.

May be it is time for some music. But ever since Judas Priest ceased being my only option I face sever problems in deciding on what to get me into hearing. May be I will again settle for some Dire straits now. Being a Hindu I don’t have the fear of being chased by fatwa abiding social janitors to a nasty death, if I am found worshiping Mark Knopfler. Romeo and Juliet, Why worry, Once upon a time in the west,  Sultans of swing, Tunnel of love all are fruits of this faith. I can hear some far off pc playing Rammstein and another playing Singh is king (oh sorry kinng). Soon the noise will be diluted as I will dissolve myself  in contemplatation of my dire straits.

Our latest composition, seasons is getting great response. This is simply tempting. I got some unprecedented applause for the lyrics, but I could hardly let people know what and who brought those lyrics out of me. Let it be a secret at least as of now. May be I will add seasons lyrics in my daily muse page.

This is enough, I wrote enough of nothing today, and sadly it did cost me half an hour instead of the scheduled 15 minutes.

time up.         peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

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Just Another Weekday Morning

It was hours since I had started enjoying a great night’s sleep and it is almost time to see the uncensored version of my face in the bathroom mirror. The version which everybody display when their idle mouths are forced to accommodate objects akin to sticks and grant them the privilege of exploring and scrutinizing every nook and corner blessing them with foam, as if the malaria control agents are on their prowl, serving the society with DDT.

A chilly blow was enough and my moments of lost identity became history in a whisker as I sat up on my bed ,alarmed. The window before me took the pains of opening itself up and greeting me with sprinkles of cold rainwater droplets. And along came wild wind, gusting, as its humble followers, otherwise known as dust and wastes merrily congratulated me by landing all over me. What a unique way to start a day! As I sat back for a few confused seconds dodging between options.

• My option:1 being, letting go the intangible force that was stopping the hinge down my waist from performing normally and giving my back a right angle turn back to bed.
• and my option :2 being, shamelessly commit the act of grave injustice to my ‘just out of hibernation’ body and torment it to do the uphill task of carrying itself all the way to the window and close it, the ‘no, thanks’ way.

Being a highly compassionate person, I chose the first. And it was worth it. The tiny break involving the closing of window could not affect my concentration or divert my attention from the pious job I was entitled to do.

The job of helping human bodies in need.

Thus my act of benevolence found place in the hall of fame of all charities which began at home (and  perhaps loves the home  too much to leave) .

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