Ramblings of a delusional dumbass

You don't cook the egg burji. The egg burji cooks itself. - Someone who's not me Egg burji is what you get when you try to make an omlet, but you lack the dexterity to flip semi cooked eggs, and break it. Ok, that joke is done to death, buried, resurrected and buried again. That's only because it's true. So, it's best to skip the being careful part and jump right into the sloppy, careless fuckery that results in a glorious mouth orgasm. An egggasm. Egg burjji is essentially desi scrambled egg. Like all other egg recipes, there are a million ways you can cook the burji. The egg is the only main ingredient. The rest are just filler stuff. So, Eliminate. Experiment. Enjoy.   Gordon Ramsy has an interesting way to make good scrambled eggs. (link here) Watch that. Now, we'll do the exact opposite of  what the Michelin star chef made, in order to make the perfect sides for beer/ rice- sambhar/ chappati/ egg sandwich etc. Viva la eggalusion! Chop a m...

Hi there, new people who discovered my blog. There has been an insane spike in the views since the last month, not sure what influenced this, but thanks, I guess. Here's a quick update on the shenanigans I've been up to recently- - A secret project I'm not allowed to talk about until the official release. Sorry. - I've been writing my book. It's a trunk novel, so it might not get to see light. This is the fourth one i've started writing in the past year. I'm a lazy bastard and I hope that I don't abandon this one like it's brothers and sisters. - I have started reading, semi regularly. I am averaging at about one book every two weeks. There used to be times when I did two books every week. Fuck you internet, you sweet, distracting, time wasting machine thingie. - I have started posting on twitter. Well, I linked my facebook and twitter, so my fb posts show up on twitter. I still haven't gotten the hang of twittering yet. - I have put...

Eggs are like non-veg potatoes. Extremely versatile. There are literally hundreds of ways to cook an egg, and you can never go wrong. Unless you want a boiled egg. Fucking boiled eggs.  It took me years, literally YEARS, to learn how to make good boiled eggs. It has one ingredient. The fucking egg. Cooked in water. That is all there is to it. And I have spent hours on end trying to cook it right. Peeling the egg is a pain in the ass. Uncooked egg is a pain in the ass. Wordsworth should have written a poem on peeling badly cooked boiled eggs. The pain, the agony, the depressing frustration of having wasted a perfectly good egg.  Lets take a step back and learn what makes a good  boiled egg-  1. It should be cooked through. The egg whites have to be cooked to soft, silky consistency. The yolk can range from runny yellow liquid awesomeness to soft yellow mushy awesomeness. 2. The shell should peel right. Without the end product looking like the left...

you are both the prey and the predator the familiar and the bizarre the prisoner and the prison a soup of contradictions boiling over, fuelling the fires of lust of despair of helpless surrender you are everything, within and without you are nothing, shadowed words and thundering silence a soup of contradictions boiling over, purging thyself of apathy of envy of undue happiness ideas hopes dreams cigarettes and alcohol lost for eternity

Before I begin I want to make a few things clear- 1. This is not about the quality of the movies. I am sure both Rangitaranga and Uppi-2 are amazing movies. I haven't watched either, so I am not in a position to comment about the artistic value value of the movie. 2. This is not a move to defame any language, movie, artist or your beliefs. This is purely a comment on the skewed perspective of the IMDB rating of a movie. 3. This does not question the integrity of IMDB ratings, simply because it is impossible to accurately identify the metrics IMDB uses to rate a movie. Someone who is good at math will be able to explain it better. For more information about it, see here . It is impossible to measure the success of a creative pursuit because there are no standard units that can accurately gauge the quality of art. It's like measuring the straightness of a line in a world without scales. The only measure of success in such a world would be the popularity of one particular...

(Originally written on 16 May, 2013. Reposting for archiving purposes.) She lays there exhausted Disgusted at the crazy cat Silently weeping tired of the broken sign, flashing at her face incessantly She's confused, she's deranged She hates the world, she hates herself She hates that stupid cat as well She looks around in despair for a caring shoulder to cry on I look at her from the dark corner Invisible to her Invisible to the world

Based on the death of a friend. The first death I was exposed to. I was 4 at the time And then she died, a painful death They stuffed her throat with sand and stones Ankles pulped, and stripped of silver Ear lobes snipped, like a piece of paper And then she died a painful death...