21 commandments to good living

• Thou shall not eye thy friends girl friend/sister/mother no matter how much of a bomb she/they is/are.

• Thy shall never pass wind in public; if you do, it should be silent and non smelly.

• Thou shall always wear deodorant or cologne and not stink like something that came back from the dead.

• Thy will slap/pinch/kick/punch/beat/bite/burn and use other possible torture equipments on annoying little children.

• Thou shall borrow money from your friends(only when required) and then return it.

• Thou will never under any circumstances scratch thyself at any body part in public

• Thou will refrain from digging your nose in public.

• Thou shall resist the temptation to gorge on food as a substitute for love.

• Thy will spend money on good underwear.

• Thy will worship only one God and that one God is: me.

• Thy will always complement me.

• Thy will never oppose my viewpoint.

• Thy(for females only) will inform me as soon as you get into a mud fight.

• Thy will show affection for friends by using prefixing and suffixing profanity to their names.

• Thou will NOT under any circumstances get drunk and start dancing like a Mumbai bar dancer on cheap Punjabi songs(at least not in public or at weddings).

• Thy will not speak with a fake accent.

• Thy will not act dumb to be cute(after all not everyone is Paris Hilton).

• Thy will not act oversmart to be sophisticated.

• Thou(for guys specifically) will not brag about the multi million dollar deal which is coming through but actually does not exist.

• Thy WILL NOT CALL America: Amreeeekka.

• Thou will not add extra syllables to thy name just because some random astrologer says so; imagine Kkkettan Kappoour(HORROR!!!!!!!!!).

You learn something new everyday...

I was stunned,stupefied, flummoxed and flabbergasted...
My heart shrieked at my brain and said " Ketan Kapoor, you are not capable of this!?"
or was I ?

It was a pretty rare but not unusual phenomenon...My friend and I had just sighted a meteor, or in more layman terms; a shooting star and as is customary it was required for us to make a wish...and both of us did( this was of course, 'twixt my impression of Aishwarya from the movie 'HUM DIL DE CHUKE...' screeching "Toot ta tara( shooting star)" like a soul thirsty Banshee who has been thrown into a room full of men in the prime of their youths)
But what caught my attention was the tiny but significant difference between our wish.His encompassed me.Mine had room only for myself.

Mine was lined with a fine edge of self centerdness. It was the kind of wish only an exteremly self involved person was capable of making and I know, I am better than that.
My body and soul protested.And I took it back.

I am not the kind who usually believes in superstitions and legends. But what mattered here was not the content of the wish but the feeling I nursed when I made it.It was spite in its purest most unadulterated form.It wasn't directed at any individual. But it stemmed from the innate devious desire to outdo everyone else.And I was hating it...

I knew I couldn't take it back.

With this blog entry I would like pardon for all and every selfish deed I have committed. All the times I put only myself in perspective and hurt the people who matter.
I dedicate this blog entry to all the people who love me so much:
Nitesh, Rohan, Nalin, Sakshi, Astha, Aunty, my family, my teachers and all those people who have made a difference to my life.
This is to tell you people that all of you matter.
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Its amazing how out of the 86400 second in a day, the few cognitive ones that actually make the switch in your thinking are perhaps the most acrid and break your back.
Its edifying you know...

The broken fort of a returning king

The words hit below the belt,
and it hurt...
OH FUCK it hurt like hell....
It seemed as if all the barriers I had erected, spent so much energy in fortifying, imbued with so much slate and stone had been shattered like a castle of cards. All my moments of retrospect were rendered useless in an instant of verbal archery; the balloon had burst and no one knew of the pop.
The words weren't slander or insult or abuse for that matter, nor were they angry or mean or malicious or maleovalent; au contraire they were any thing but these things. Those words said in that low tone of a certain gravity and solemnty, peculiar to a young woman of today, were fiercely candid, honest, earnest and sincere... Thats why they hit on the achilles heel and finally broke the back of the camel.
I had run out of patience and fortitude!
I had run out of the emotional intellect which speaks to you when you consider the matters of the heart.
It was the stroke of midnight and I decided that all it will take , is that one final surge of the inner strength my mothers(birth, grand and soul mothers)had blessed me with to pick up the remanents of my old life, and chuck it all in the wind.

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My best friend Nitesh often called me K4: "Killer King Ketan Kapoor"... he doesn't anymore.
I have lost so many titles my friends, my peers and my teachers associated with me, I don't mourn their loss ... yet my biggest loss has been my K4 title and im still mourning and grieving for it.
It was an innate part of my spirit, to go and go for the kill, I cant anymore...Im weighed down by that stupid thing normal mortals call conscience. How I got infected by this GODDAMN virus is beyond me, but I think I have a vague idea.
I( though ocassionally) put others needs and feelings before mine...the only question that goes through my mind before I make a decision is whether I will end up by hurting someone...its stupid.
If and when I end up hurting someone intentionally,because I wanted to, it doesn't feel the same. Its like a shark relishing blood through out its life and when it is at the prime of its youth, it gets heartburn after a meal of blood and flesh.
I know of so many young men who will spend their life not even hurting a fly.
I feel sorry for them
They are missing out on that feeling of absolute raw power you get when you abolish and annihilate competition and all those who dare block your path. Not just the weak ones but the stronger ones as well...
And by this not only mean mere defeat in ones field of expertise but that feeling of proving to your own self that you are better than the rest of the pelebs.
Yes, please go ahead, call me an egotist and hurl curses at me,tell me that I suffer from a lack of self esteem and self respect, call me a sadist or a masochist , call me a monster. But for all those who are intent on calling me all this. Kindly ask yourself this one question....
























DO YOU REALLY THINK I CARE?



P.S.: I'm gettin my K4 crown and title back...even if heads have to roll for it,and they will!>;->