I was tagged by The Stoned Medusa, so here it goes.

1) 3 things you should know about the number three.
Number three means, Wednesdays, and that means a mid-week.
Number three gut is the sidey, right?
Number three makes me think of vague things like this.

2) 3 things that scare me:
Stupid people.
Asshole people.
Speed.

3) 3 people who make me laugh:
Red Herring
Homer Simpson
The Dude

4) 3 things I love:
Movies
Books
Sometimes a j

5) 3 things I hate:
Waking up
Having a cold
Assholes

6) 3 things I don't understand:
Distances
Eating
Bad writing

7) 3 things you should never listen to:
Bad songs
Asshole talk
Bad humour

(Ok I pass it on to: Aaki's Blog, Silver Rings and Blood & Beauty.)

I'm tagged

Every now and then, polite and well-meaning friends tag me. This time its none other than Snake Anthony, a very very dear friend of mine. And so it goes, I will now reveal to you my 5 terrible truths.

1) I mentioned this a very long time ago, I wonder if it was exactly here, or another blog when I had first started, that one crashed, a real horror show. It really doesn't matter now, does it? Well to spare you the David Copperfield or the Holden Caulfield-trash, I have actually seen ghosts. I used to rather, not the Sixth Sense fashion honestly. While I slept in those sultry nights in a distant desert called Ajmer, in an old fashioned school, below a slow-fan, where water would turn warmer than piss, we had to walk in the middle of night to the water cooler. So it was a one windy electrictyless night in April, when I woke from a torrid chain of dreams. I rushed to drink water, but on my way back to the room I spotted a junior walking in the corridors that were reserved for only the seniors (a tradition if not followed meant hockey sticks). A fresh senior, I thought I'd rather stop and wait for him, cursing his stupid nerve. Dear readers, only a foot away the boy disappeared. I really wasn't scared, but it was quite freaky. The same night I dreamt of a batch mate of mine who had died in holidays, I still remember the way he walked looking at all of us.

2) We all go through a time in our life when we question the existence of God. Of course we're really no Nietzsche, but there's certainly a point when we defy the good lord. If not defy, sometimes we almost kill them. To be honest, I have a very confused perception. It's quite an irony, I mean, isn't religion man's first seduction before television. So I believe in it, some of it, very little of it, enough of it to keep me content. It's a belief, I guess, call it what you want.

3) My country depresses me, actually the entire humanity does. No Swiftian song and dance here, the trouble with the world is that it can't make up its mind. Happiness doesn't exist and it's overrated, and people never progress, the whole Sisyphean drill. What's the point of it all? And the basic principle of humanity is selfishness, whoever you are Gandhi or Mother T, if you suit your purposes (be it it for others even), is a terrible work of misunderstanding. I don't fantasise death, but life is as terrible as our office loos.

4) Most people find Jim Morrison overrated, but I have to admit that most Morrison fans overrate themselves. At one tedious and treacherous point in my life, I read every written word about and by him, his music was like Sir Ludwig Van for Alex. I have to admit, however you hate or love the matter of fact (depending on your politics), that the man was a genius. People confuse him largely with a brilliantly acted but wrongly portrayed film, The Doors by Stone. Morrison's music, poetry and intelligence stretched beyond time, it got cocky in a time commercialisation was still a whorehouse born child.

5) I used to be a poet. Now I bullshit. It's all a sham, really.

I tag:
Exile, Diamonds & Rust, The Dude, Dead Flowers and Devilled.

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it
By a terrible stroke of luck and misfortune I got a burn scar. So while I was pulling a suitcase from a cuboard my left arm brushed against a naked bulb. I know it sounds terrible, it looked terrible as well. I saw my skin burning and I felt no pain, it was strangely itchy. I don't know why I'm telling you this, guess rules are rules here.

2. What is on the walls in your room?
Several things. A poster of Cobain smashed on a drum set. A 5 foot poster of Ian Anderson playing the flute that my younger brother tore from the concert in Bombay, which is a very cool thing. A painting by Constable. A charcoal sketch done by my mother.

3. What does your phone look like.
I'm not a pansy so I really don't care. My phone's an ordinary Nokia 6681, people do confuse it with the N-Series but I really couldn't care. I don't change them every 4 months, I don't discuss the new models.

4. What music do you listen to?
Very largely and very basically I listen to Bob Dylan, L Cohen, Stones, Muddy Water, Buddy Guy, Pistols, Nirvana, Doors, Neil Young, Ramones, Pearl Jam, Sir Ludwig Van, Beatles, Velvet Underground -- there does that make me sound very cool? But lately been listening to what White Light's been passing on. The fellow's a genius on music.

5. What is your current desktop picture?
A painting of Keef (Keith Richards).

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Go drink lots of beers, have a couple of smokes, take a pee, watch a cool movie, have my exams over in a flash, work sorted out and the answer to life, the universe and everything. Lame? Damn, I was talking about the question.

7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Don't ask me. Ask that guy sitting there.

8. What time were you born?
I've forgotten and I'm not really going to call my folks at this moment to answer ye. Nor is it that you really care, or do you for all that David Copperfield bullshit?

9. Are your parents still together?
Very much.

10. What are you listening to?
A thousand chattering hacks, a thousand keys being hit, monotony and nothing else really.

11. Do you get scared of the dark?
It depends where the darkness leads. Too mysterious? I mean I wouldn't want to be shut in a box and thrown down a pit just for darkness kicks. You don't mean that do you?

12. The last person to make you cry?
Assholes. Naa, I didn't cry.

13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
Not a pansy not even a metro, really it depends.

14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Terrible questions. I love great eyes.

15. Do you like pain killers?
Who writes these questions? You like pain? Ok, I'm kidding, sure I do but when I need them.

16. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
Depends, really it depends.

17. Fave pizza topping?
Oh man! Cheese and pepperoni.

18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Pizza, I was thinking of it. I wonder why?

19. Who was the last person you made mad?
Fuck I feel 14 writing this, eh eh eh. Well I got mad today. Effing bloody corrupt ministers. You call this a democracy? Lousy assholes can't spare 2 minutes.

20. Is anyone in love with you?
I guess so.

(I tag you guys)

I fucked up with the first limerick,
I might not be so slick.
Think I should write another one,
Or maybe copy some son of a gun.
What ends with -ick? I'll just ask some prick.