The BourgeoisBuffoon!

So after many comments on my yesterday's experiment, the common denominator was...

"What a morbid background photograph!"

As I am not in the undertaking business here...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my original background based on the famous .... nay VERY FAMOUS ... the one and only Calvin and Hobbes a.k.a Spaceman Spiff...

Of course this whole thing based on the amazing basic template designed at BlogspotTemplates, I had fun working on the background image...

Kindly note it has a shaded reading area also! :P :P :P

If any of my juniors is reading this... Get a better hobby... this is how much 'abject joblessness' you will be facing in your final year!

Now all of you can sod off... as I am going to sleep... ZZZzzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzz.......

Set out to dry...

Just experimenting with the blog template... I like the floating text thingie... don't know about you guys...

This basic design is taken from a site called Bloggspottemplates. Me and a friend broke its workings down... So i selected this pic. And the colours for the shading and so on so forth...

Comments are openly invited...

Bouquets to me... keep your brickbats!

I like the word 'Indolence'...

... it makes my laziness seem classy. For all those of you who know me.... know him?

"...he is at once very lazy, mournfully ambitious and illustriously unfortunate; for all his life he has scarcely had any complete ideas.The sun of his idleness shines with constant splendour within him,vapourizes and consumes that moiety of genius with which heaven had endowed him.How can I let you see the depths of that tenebrous nature; a mind in which paradox often assumed the proportions of naivette, yet whose imagination is as vast as absolute solitude and laziness..."

- Charles Baudelaire
(French poet , 1821-67)
in La Fanfarlo

Haven't put up anything orginal for a while... will do so soon...

Paragraph.

A friend sent this... it apparently brought clarity into his thought... I am putting it up for comments purposes only ... I personally have had no reason to comment on it... except, i like some of the one-liners.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Buhahaha

Made a new original PJ after a looooooooongg time...

Here it goes:

Q> What do you get when you cut a needle into many parts??





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A> Chop-suey! :D :D :D

Uno.

Thank you all!

Its been an amazing year! :D... A truly roller-coaster ride...

Cheers!


Oh ya... exactly one year since bourgeoisbuffoon was born. :)

The first post

The real first post! :D

Yearnings...

A friend of mine forwarded (cough cough .. ahem ahem) this poem to me... It struck me quite hard. More because I haven't come across many Tagore poems before. And certainly didn't expect something as lucid as this...

I LONG to speak the deepest words I have to say to you;
but I dare not, for fear you should laugh.
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
I make light of my pain,afraid that you should do so.

I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you;
but I dare not,being afraid that you would not believe them.
That is why i disguise them in untruth,saying the contrary of what I mean.
I make my pain appear absurd,afraid that you should do so.

I long to use the most precious words I have for you;
but I dare not,fearing I should not be paid with like value.
That is why I give you hard names and boast of my callous strength.
I hurt you,for fear you should never know any pain.

I long to sit silent by you;
but I dare not lest my heart come out at my lips.
That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart behind words.
I rudely handle my pain,for fear you should do so.

I long to go away from your side;
but I dare not,for fear my cowardice should become known to you.
That is why i hold my head high and carelessly come into your presence.

Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh forever......

- Rabindranath Tagore

The full poem is called 'The Gardner'. Get full text here.

What lies beyond?