November 3, 2007 at 3:26 pm (gibber-square-ish, gibberish.., my Finds)

Zombee 1zombee2


Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying…

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?

Crowed Dolores of Cranberries fame, a quite long time agoo………………oh gawd,its not that i loved this song or got mesmerized by it………….but yea sure did find it interesting………….anyways the reason for remembering it now is just that it has more than just a passing efernce to zom-bees who have offended by comparing them with bookworms………..i take this opportunity to convey my heartfetlt condolenceees or watever that is ๐Ÿ˜‰ …………

Anyways, heres a particularly interesting article that i came across in Times Of India not long back, and would sure love to hear your comments regarding this ๐Ÿ™‚

2 Nov 2007, 0003 hrs IST,Vaishnavi Murali ( TOI Editorial )

Zombies. That’s what readers are. They exist in this world but live in a fantasy world, surviving on what others create. Their contribution to society is negative, for while they consume precious resources, they create nothing. The roadside vagabond does more, yet they claim intellectual superiority over all. But if intelligence is the application of information, they’re down there with those other shells of human existence, the TV-addicts, collecting data about everything, but not alive enough to ever apply that knowledge.

That’s probably why they are called bookworms — a parasitical existence, far removed from the ecstasy and agony of the real world.

Decades ago, the only entertainment was reading. If kids were hunched over a book, adults would know they weren’t setting the house on fire or getting into fights. If you wanted to kill a few hours, or expand your mind a little, the only option was hitting the nearest library. While times have changed, attitudes haven’t — received wisdom dictates that the reading habit is good for us. While there are so many entertainment options, which engage all the senses and encourage a person to connect with people worldwide, the lonely man’s need for a book is anachronistic. There’s no place anymore for people who’re lost in their own world. As for education and information, it’s more efficient to trawl the Web than lift a 500-page tome.

While the rest of the world is climbing the Everests of their chosen professions or feeding penguins in Antarctica, the reader slouches in his ratty couch, oblivious to love and conflict, the purple sky on a rainy day and the fireflies that light it up at night. Passive consumers, they bovinely chew on ideas that someone else is busy translating into reality.

Despite their vast knowledge, these antiquated creatures are blind to the difference between serenading your Juliet from under the famous balcony in Verona, and reading about how Romeo did it many years ago. When you sit down to a book, you raise a wall around yourself.

Every minute you spend reading, another brick is added to that wall, till it becomes so high, it’s impossible to get over it. And as the world does one more turn on its axis, you turn the page of your cheap paperback, without even realising that life has just passed you by. How miserable it must be to sit down to read, when you haven’t stood up to live?


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My Fine-Ding-1

September 17, 2007 at 10:11 am (gibber-square-ish, humor, my Finds)

Definitions not in the dictionary

(From the Jokes Blog)

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A person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle.

A place where women curl up and dye.

Someone who is fed up with people.

The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead.

A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.

Mud with the juice squeezed out.

Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.

Cold Storage.

Cutting money in half without damaging the paper.

An insect that makes you like flies better.

Grape with a sunburn.

Something you tell to one person at a time.

*SKELETON:* A past Job
A bunch of bones with the person scraped off.

The pain that drives you to extraction.

One of the greatest labor saving devices of today.

An honest opinion openly expressed.

Something other people have.
I have character lines!

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My Cow

September 7, 2007 at 12:33 am (gibberish.., humor, my Finds)

Came Across this in a website and found it quite funny ๐Ÿ˜€

TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM — You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION — You have two cows. You sell one, and force the
other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

— You have two cows. You go on strike because you
want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION — You have two cows. You redesign them so they
are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You
then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon(tm) and market them

— You have two cows. You re-engineer them so they
live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

A BRITISH CORPORATION — You have two cows. Both are mad.

— You have two cows, but you don’t know where they
are. You break for lunch.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION — You have two cows. You count them and learn you
have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count
them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another
bottle of vodka.

A SWISS CORPORATION — You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.

— You have two cows. You worship them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION — You have two cows. You have 300 people milking
them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman
who reported the numbers.

AN ARKANSAS CORPORATION — You have two cows. That one on the left is
kinda cute.

ENRON CORPORATION — You have two cows. You sell three of them to your
publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at
the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so
that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights
of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company
secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows
back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight
cows, with an option on one more. Sell one cow to buy a new president of the
United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the
release. The public buys your bull.

— You have 2 cows. You shred all documents that
Enron has any cows, take 2 cows from Enron for payment for consulting the cows,
and attest that Enron has 9 cows.

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