Dissociatve Identity Syndrome

(popularly Multiple Personality Disorder)


Anniyan was the least of this i tell you!

This write comes in the wake of my new found knowledge that there exist certain ke-ku* who assume rummaging this blog is the key to discovering the dark half- my less known private life.
I feel insulted. I really feel insulted!
Now did you think i would be so dumb as to put up private information on even a darn peice of paper... let alone the internet??? So i tell him- ke-ku dear, this is not the way it works.
And he shows uneasiness at the fact. So i try to make him understand that it would take a half wit idiot as himself to go on proclaiming information on the free for all web if he did not want it public. Quite obviously for a spectacular genius like him, who could evade evolution, this was not comprehendable. And every few seconds he would give a triumphant smile at the accomplishment of 'discovering' my space here!
My blog is not me. Infact most often I AM NOT ME. What then, have i written all along in a mask of lies?
Maybe.....

Let me put it easier for my friends of blogs and shitheads of planet ke-ku

I guess most of us have atleast heard of a disease, not uncommon amongst our kind. Its called Multiple Personality Disorder. In fact all of me suffer from it.
And since the millions of ME cannot peacefully co exist in my limited frame, three have emerged truly powerful- VIKKI, Markiv and Vikram

Pretty simple- ideally I would be Vikram. The figment of myself better known amongst my lesser world. Removing all emotion and backing it with attitude and ego required a dump- and so Vikki was born. Now if you knew Vikki, you could at least beam at lesser passed knowledge. But there again if you assumed I did have some life altering secret, and you just had to look for it in the daily papers, i suggest you look under a moving truck and not stop until you hear a squelching sound and your eyesight fades to darkeness!

And here comes Markiv. It doesnt take a harvard cryptologist to see that this is the mirror of vikraM (which so happens to be my name). Obvious from the name, Markiv is the anti- matter of Vikram. Defnly not the place to go about searching for vikram here!


(1) I may not be Einstien, but i am sure enough not an idiot to go about giving you anything I dont mean you to see.
(2) Orkut, Blogosphere, my write ups and my speeches are meant for public and I KNOW IT!
(3) I currently do not hold ANY life altering secrets. So the next time you start with "I heard something about you..." im gonna make sure you dont hear anything at all- EVER
(4) Either Get a life... or better still - eat your toenails and DIE


ps: Ke-Ku is an ancient Chinese accolade for ingenious thinkers. Not to be confused with tamil kena kooooo

MARKIV IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!


We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times


Shaken but not stirred... The phoenix rises....
On the road to repair!!!


I CHOOSE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody ever wants to die…


Sorry to throw another write in lines so "un-markiv-ish"... but then, my words are only mirrors of my thoughts, and rocking as life might be, the void that i have elluded so long finally seems to have caught up! Anyway, this is something i had written a while ago and never wanted to post cos it din fit into wat i concieved as "good enough". But after running through a few blogs ard town, i guess any accumulation of over 3 coherent words qualify as MASTERPIECE (5? would make it to the booker!!)


No wonder they say love is heaven. Utopia… so easy to conceive, and yet a myth beyond reality…

Fearlessness is a mere state of mind- a detachment from the uncertain. When a risk is taken with no regard to the plausible loss, can it even be termed a ‘risk’??
And so, I now believe, the figment of the fearless that I have crawled on through quite some time now has been rather a state of emotional void. Whether that has been for the better or worse, shielding mortals from my polarities of moods, it now has quite disapparated.

And so to speak, in a mind frame much less dense, and yet with a rather cloudy clarity of thought, I once again am drawn to the absurdity in concept and practice of such matters.

Fear is a quality we revere, praise, detest and often hope to conquer. For I have not so chanced to meet a single mortal who wishes not to be ‘THE HERO’.
All women love their knights in shining armors, and most men try to squeeze into armors they do not fit into.But what then? Beyond the hero image? What would Spider-Man do, after his marvel comic hours??

As the good Puzo says in one of his books (Can’t remember the exact lines, but goes something like this…) ‘Live your life, not to be a hero, but rather to remain alive... With the passage of time heroes seem a little foolish…’And that I must say is a truer source of fear. For even in the worst cases, the brave learn to fear not ‘the final foe- death’, but in the depths of the heart and mind, the fear transcends far beyond death… Intoxicating the portals of life…

And probably that is why love be so much a stronger, for it permeates through life and death, with just as much ease in better, and worse.

Ya its been a while since i posted last. Kinda lotta things happening ard.. And din find the time to sit down n pen my thoughts.

If u've ever read my posts before, this certainly is not even gonna be remotely close to the predecessors. Fun Mark is out for a walk- so this is just grey for once! Even as i write this, my mind screams in despair, looking at all my environ.

Hatred has always been a cool thing. A guy in calm, in aparent love with his life is termed definetely gay. The "SILENCER" technique has always been part of the manly attire. I have personally oft taken on a motto of "Happy maybe good, but moody is cool!!!". Whether that has been a correct outlook or not, the limits of my moodiness have never creapt into the realms of my thoughts (ya, big deal- i can fake ma mood!).

But today, as I run through the various discussion forums I see educated youth ( General assumption that anybody who can type out coherent sentences onto a discussion forum must be educated, and the only people as jobless to do that would be us YOUTH!!!) i see hatred screaming out from every corner. On lines that would insult any human of half the sanity of a gorrila!

Religious, caste stuff, nationality... in fact even based on their political stance. Yes, even I have prided these discussions to the point of argument. More than once we have talked hours together trying to convince the other to our view. But not once have we taken it to a personal level. Never has the reason of discussion degraded to the level of fanatic frenzy.

Indeed it gives me more than a smile to realise that people of my generation take so much pride in their origins. But people- news flash- WELCOME TO 2006!!!
Whether you like it or not, you are going to have to live in a cosmopolitan neighborhood.
If the company you work for is acquired by a multinational and you cannot bring yourself to work for a PARDESI- as the reebok ad goes- THE ROAD COMES FREE!!!


And in the end what is the purpose? That whatever you represent can go down to the levels of disgust just to prove a point? That by the use of degraded diction and bad vocabulary you can bring whatever you support to the top? Or by baseless mudslinging you would be a feather in the cronicles of time?

Anyways, as always it be neither my aim to disgrace nor stop these idealogical nyncompoops (I ve been using this word too often- somebody tell me if it actually even exists!).

Footnotes
Genghis Kahn couldn't take the world by brute force- so get a clue!
Language is a powerful medium allright- but interspersing every two words with an F@#$ certainly doesn't make it anymore powerful!

Azhugaachi Rules



A tear roll,
A pained heart,
A soul that quests
Dragons and fiends
When reality wanes
For there are none...


Hmmm... Now don even ask me what that was... I know i am a pathetic poet... Especially since poem readers expect to cry at the end of every sentence...
Its not a very fair world out there for us writers who dont want readers to short their keyboards with tears.
And since i cant beat em, am gonna join em

Think about it- the greatest of entertainers are those that "ENTERTAIN" the least- we love romeo n juliet cos they both end up in their graves... Titanic was a wonderful story of love cos the cute ma-fe hero dies at the end.
Why talk so "peter" when we have our own mega-serials to cry about! Switch over to any channel on the prime time and if you belong to our elite set top metro without the elite set top box, enjoy the scene. I dont have to know the time or the show.

Infact, i guess i could write mine own now- Lets start with a woman (actually any number of them) crying... either cos her husband left her, or died, or sleeps around with another or watever the @#$% or all of these together... And we have one very irritating ugly bitch with 7 inches of make up and God knows why a reason to hate the crying woman ( actually after 759 episodes of this, the bitch reforms to become a nun somewhere in the himalayas- apparently cos she gets bored of being a bitch, but actually cos she suffocates on all the glycerine and commits suicide)
Now you dont see this story going anywhere? My point exactly... The episodes will go on though, with more crying and more bitchiness until medimix decides to sponsor the news instead or atleast till its election time when my entire crew will change their political alliance.

Hmmm... Come to think of it, i could do even better and try a movie in kollywood. Add a super hero- cultured son, beats bad guys, loving brother, beats bad guys, romantic hero, beats bad guys, true friend, beats bad guys.... If, at any point, you miss out on the sentiment, dont worry. The mom, sis, lover and friends will either be dancing or crying at all times. For commercial reasons, the post interval part will have more random romantic interludes, with more "beats bad guys".

Well... I can imagine your faces scorning this non-originality. Too bad, cos id be a millionaire screening this crap for a hundred days.
Whats worse- you'd be enjoying the 'beats bad guys' and romantic interludes on your over priced black tickets already!!!!!!!!

ps-

• this is a very serious post
• i would get started with the movie, but the script has already been patented by Kollywood director "NAME-KING"
• n i still cant write a poem