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Archive for May 2008

Deepak Colundalur Ananthapadmanabha




Deepak has often described himself as “The Indian Jon Stewart” if Jon Stewart was genetically combined with Gizmodo, Wikipedia and an Indian guy. If you let him, Deepak will enlighten you, if you listen, Deepak will upgrade your knowledge like a newly-released Service Pack at sundown.

Now, if only you could spell his name.

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May 31, 2008 at 5:47 pm

Religion Is the Opiate of the Masses

Full quotation of the above incomplete non-quotation supposedly from Karl Marx:

“The struggle against religion is, therefore, indirectly a struggle against that world whose spiritual aroma is religion.

Religious suffering is at the same time an expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering. Religion is the sign of the oppressed creature, the sentiment of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of men, is a demand for their real happiness. The call to abandon their illusions about their conditions is a call to abandon a condition which requires illusions. The criticism of religion is, therefore, the embryonic criticism of this vale of tears of which religion is the halo.”

-Karl Marx.
Quoted in “Contribution to the Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right: Introduction.”
Robert C. Tucker, ed. The Marx-Engels Reader. 2nd ed. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 1978. p. 54.

[Via Marx on religion: Dispelling more myths about socialism]

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May 22, 2008 at 9:31 pm

links for 2008-05-11

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May 11, 2008 at 3:31 pm

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Stroyent (Humanifil Killemal) Cures Projectile Dysfunction (P.D.)

Stroyent (Humanifil Killemal) Cures Projectile Dysfunction (P.D.)

Before taking Stroyent, ask your doctor if you’re healthy enough for killing activity. Do not take Stroyent if you’re a wuss. Common side effects include overheating, additional experience and anal leakage.

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May 10, 2008 at 7:12 pm

Transient Solitude, Dithering Solutions

Let Down
By Radiohead


You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing
Floating, bouncing back
And one day….
I am going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and…

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around


Like Estragon and Vladimir, I’m forever Waiting for Godot. The faculty of anticipation bordering absurdity as the capacity of waiting withering.

Is it so hard to make one commitment to fill this epoch of time, when there’s absolutely no hindrance, no attachment to other place and at least a foresight of expecting to be near-presence of this locality?

One day off. Near and about. Silence.

I feel sorry for myself. I’m trying too hard to appease this facetious pantomime. Mouthing and jerking and twitching for semblance of plausible expression. I’m humouring my ill-humoured self with certainty with certain degree of sacrificing the prospect of my hectic life.

One day off the hectic life on this eventful day.

And I found myself thinking — aloud — Why?

Perhaps it’s time to be overtly apathetic. Curbing the liquidity of resources to bare minimum. Saying yes, to say no. To contradict myself, for my own benefit — not being selfish — rather, just to be self-aware.


I know, it’s not a promises. And you know it’s the day. Yet the day wasted with you in the familiarity of personal-comfort. I should know better, for someone who is used to normalcy, impromptu event sounds taboo.



Alright, my fault.


Man, I’m really easy to cave in, innit?

*tunneling out*