The Life...and Non-Life of SuperCraig!

Slime is a 5 letter word

2010-09-21T23:52:00.010+05:30

It was a rainy day in the middle of the monsoons. The kind of weather you would want to stay in bed and sleep for '10 minutes' more. But as we all know. '10 minutes' is never 10 minutes and evil never sleeps. This greatly angers superheroes like me, who love their ’10 minutes more’ sleep more than anything (well, almost anything).
Knowing this fact, the then prevalent evil in the city decided that this was the best time to strike. Hence, during the monsoons we saw the evils of potholes, dirty clothes, leaky roofs, stolen umbrellas and not to forget the most feared of them all, wet underwear. But this monsoon was different. Apart from the water proof undies, we saw the return of Slimeball. Now for those of you who have not subscribed to the Know Your Villain weekly, here is a brief about him (nothing to do with the water proof undies).

Slimeball was born in a well to do family and was the only child. As he grew up, he discovered a knack for making slime out of anything. He landed a dream job with the global slime giants Goop Industries, (who ironically slipped their way to the top) which ended up being a dead end job extracting slime from snails. This pushed him toward the evil side. Today he is one of the most feared villains in the world and has even shared the top spot with The Joker at one time. Today he resides in his two room flat with his two dogs and 1022 snails (and counting) which he rescued from Goop Industries one snail a day.

Now getting back to the problem at hand, the city suffered from major traffic jams every time it rained. No, it was not your regular traffic jam. These jams were caused by a red substance. (No! it was not real jam) On closer inspection of the substance in question and days of analysis at the lab, it was determined that the substance was definitely slime. No one but the infamous Slimeball could be behind this. By some ingenious method, Slimeball was able to add gelatin to the rain which caused it to become slime once it hit the ground. This slime, due to its thickness, would not flow down the drains and would remain on the roads causing the traffic jams.
I had to catch this slimeball Slimeball and put him behind bars for good. The city could not afford to suffer any more traffic jams. I remembered I came across a fellow superhero a few days back and decided to give her a call. Let’s face it; we superheroes need to stick together. So drawing a plan with Double S, we set out to get our hands on that no good slimeball.
“How should we go about catching this fellow?” I asked. “May be we should follow the slime trail. It should lead us to Slime HQ,” replied Double S. Such brilliance from such a young superhero. I see good things in her future. Anyway, getting back to the topic, we started following the trail of slime. It lead us to a television studio. Now, being a little camera shy, I was hesitant going in at first, but I had to find this Slimeball. I stepped into the studio walking closely behind Double S. What I saw in there blew my mind. It was the studio in which the popular dance show ‘So you think you can dance’ was shot in. They were shooting a show as we entered. We followed the slime trail to one of the dancers changing room.
“That’s strange,” said Double S. “Could one of the dancers be Slimeball?” Being a huge fan of the show, I had not missed a single episode. It struck me, that a dancer named ‘Slides Alot’, one of the best dancers on the show, bore a striking resemblance to Slimeball. Even his dance involved a lot of quick yet smooth sliding on the floors. As we spoke, we heard the host announce his name “Give it up for Slides”, she said. We ran to the stage, but Slides, errr.. I mean Slimeball was on the other side of the stage. He recognized me from across the stage and made a run for it. Double S and I decided to give him the chase. Not realizing that we were running across the stage, we suddenly heard a roar from the audience. The judges looked as us and said “So you think you can dance?” My stage fright combined with my camera shyness was all of a sudden overcome and I yelled, “No! I don’t think I can dance!” Now it was difficult to lose Slimeball, thanks to his slimy tracks. We ran and were quickly behind him. But just at that moment, the rain started to pour and the slime started to build on the roads, making it nearly impossible to run. Slimeball lived to see another day.
Finally getting back home and into come clean clothes, Double S and I sat to rethink our plan. The weather report said we were in for some heavy showers the next morning. Knowing that the weather reports are always wrong, we decided to go after the slimeball in the morning. Rightly so, the sun was shining brightly, bright enough to have to apply sunscreen before going out in the sun. (Hey! A superhero also needs to take care of his looks ok!) Knowing his weakness for suffering snails, we decided to lure him with a ‘Snail sale’. I will not lie to you, business was slow but only till Slimeball visited our sale. After selling him every snail (and covering our costs), we decided to confront him. “So Slimeball, we meet again”. Slimeball replied in his shrill voice, “Oh no! It’s you again Double S.” “Ahem ahem,” I cleared my throat. “Oh SuperCraig, didn’t see you there,” he said.
He made a run for it. But within 2 minutes, the sun had dried him out. “That’s what happens when you don’t wear sunscreen,” I thought to myself. He was a wrinkled statue, and would remain that way till he got to soak up enough of water. We carried him to the nearest jail and locked him up in a room. Not taking any chances, we added a dehumidifier for good measure.
Satisfied with a job well done, we decided to celebrate. However, it started raining once again. Slimeball had planted some gelatin just before coming to buy the snails. For the last time, the city was faced with slime on the roads. Just then an idea came to me. I made some quick calls and within a few minutes, a number of helicopters were hovering around the city dropping sugar and flavor on the roads. This mixed with the slime made a delicious jelly, which the citizens of the city enjoyed! The city was saved once again by SuperCraig. But of course, I wouldn’t have done it without Double S.How did Slimeball manage to spread the gelatin across the city without anyone noticing you ask? Well, years later we discovered that he cleverly added gelatin to beetle leaves. Thanks to the number of people spitting out their paan on the roads the gelatin was spread all over the city. Kinda gross, now that you think about it.
This is SuperCraig saying bye for now, reminding you that a donut without u is don’t.

Die another day

2010-05-06T01:24:00.000+05:30

Firstly, sorry for making you wait so long for my next adventure. I was trying to figure out for so long what was wrong with my PC, but only just realized, that it wasn’t plugged in.

So any-hooo... perhaps the most notable adventure in the past few months would have to be my tiff with the one and only ‘K-Woman’ (or just K to make it easier to type). I am sure most of you haven’t even heard of this K, but let me tell you, it wasn’t a kake walk. Damn! Her effects are still showing. If you have not figured out her power as yet, read on. Even if you have figured it out, read on.

K loved to create havoc among the masses by screwing up spellings of normal words by including ‘k’ in it. May not seem like much, but believe me, it could turn into a nightmare, as I recently figured out.

The city seemed normal for a hot winter’s day. The muscular men with their tight sleeveless tops, non muscular men as well. However, I did notice something. A new AA center opened up just around the corner. I contemplated going, but decided against it. Contrary to what ‘Over-exaggerating boy’ says, I am not an alcoholic. It was disturbing to see so many people flock to the new place on the first day of its opening, all looking so weak, so fragile. Oh well, serves them right.

The city was devoid of any trouble for the next few weeks, so I regretfully tell you; I turned to the bottle to keep my busy. But after a week of drinking myself to sleep, I realized I needed to change. No good was coming from this habit. So I decided to check out the AA center. While casually passing the place, I noticed the people coming out. They all looked stronger, smarter and taller. I said, “Hey! I could do with some strength, increased brain power and definitely some height!” I decided to give it a shot

The next day, while casually walking past the AA center, I quickly changed direction and entered. Yes I was ashamed what I had become. When I went in I saw happy people, full of energy. They were playing basketball, riding cycles, doing their homework in record time. I was amazed. I had to join this place. So I went in for one of their sessions. The woman conducting the session was awfully familiar. I remembered her from the chemist. She was placing an abnormally large order for something. I distinctly remember her telling me, “It’s for the kids at the school”. I couldn’t remember what she bought. Anyway, sitting through the session I got out enlightened. But I still went home trying to remember what that woman bought at the chemist.

The next day, I went there 5 minutes before the session. I had to stand in the long line. But I was sure it would be totally worth it. While entering the center, I was handed a glass of a brown liquid. “Weird”, I thought as I took the glass in my hand and walked inside. Everyone there was gulping it down. I asked one of the guys there what was in the glass. He looked at me and said, “Who cares, it’s magical!!”

I walked outside and took a closer look at the sign over the entrance. It said “Enter”. I looked around and to the side of the door it said, ‘Alco-horlicks Anonymous’. It call came rushing back to me like the crowd entering the train at Dadar during peak hours. The woman was ordering 72 packs of Horlicks at the chemist. And then I recalled, she signed the receipt as ‘K-Woman’. It all added up now. She was building an army for herself right under Our Noses. Our Noses was a store on the first floor catering to the fake nose market. (This was surprisingly a huge market thanks to the late MJ)

It all made sense. The people in the center, playing basketball, cycling and doing their homework in record time was due to the brown liquid. The Horlicks!! I thought I would go into the session and midway reveal her plan to her unknowing victims.

As I entered, I noticed a weird stare from her. Thinking I had a Horlicks moustache I started wiping my upper lip. I looked back up and she was gone. All the doors and windows were locked from the outside. I was trapped in this room with about a hundred people who had been drinking Horlicks everyday for over a month. I had to get out and stop her. But how?

I yelled out, “Is there any one in here named Will?” One guy raised his hand. And just as I thought, right behind him, was a way. A way out. Running through the small passage way, I came out, and just in time, K was rushing to her bike. Just as she was about to ride away, I reached out to the bike ignition key and turned it off.

“So K-Woman, we meet again,” I said, with my hands on my hips. “Who are you again?” she replied. She was obviously playing dumb. I explained to her how I came to know of her evil plan. She replied, “Oh! You were here to stop me? I was running because I saw a man with a police uniform come in.” But then she explained what she was really doing, and she was not as evil as I thought. She was much worse! She was giving out the Horlicks not mixed in milk, but in water!! (Yuck!)

Not on my watch missy. It wasn’t enough that she was building an army of people without their knowledge, she gave them a sub standard drink. Below standard actually. But she did cure them from their alcoholism, which was a good thing. Now, come to think of it, she wasn’t that bad after all. I decided to let her off and give her another chance. Who knows, she may come to my rescue in the future. You remember the lion and the mouse don’t you?

I took over the ‘Alco-horlicks Anonymous’ from under Our Noses and turned it into an organization that gave underprivileged kids doses of Horlicks. We still catered to alcoholics who wanted to turn over a new leaf.

The End.

PS: This in no way is a promotion for Horlicks. None of the effects of Horlicks mentioned here are proven. Horlicks was chosen as it fit in perfectly, nothing else.

I also hope you haven’t turned to alcohol after reading this post.

Umm..What was i going to call this?

2009-12-06T17:44:00.005+05:30

Alright, its time for yet another post. Only this time its different. Welcome to the world of computer generated adventure of SuperCraig. Note i was forced to tone down on the special effects for this one. The muscles however, are real.

All characters in the comic below are purely fictional. Alright.. may be not all... but at least the door, clock and phones are.
So here goes, the first edition of the SuperCraig comics...

In case you were wondering, the breakfast did get cold.
Hope the title makes sense now.

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you not to be silly like me and run out before having your breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day you know.

History lesson: The Hi-Five

2009-11-11T12:32:00.015+05:30

No, this is not a SuperCraig post. I hear a few of you disappointed, but most of you are happy! Today is a history lesson, read on to find out more:

We have all done it at some point of time. Most of us still do it. I am talking about the hi-five or more commonly known as the high five. We do it when we agree with someone, crack a good joke, (or a bad one) at work, at home, while playing sports; the hi-five has made its way deviously into our everyday lives.

Has anyone ever wondered how this global phenomenon started in the first place? Here’s what happened…I think. We take a look back (way back) to the time the first organism was formed. You must be thinking that there were no humans at the time. Well, you are right. But evidence found suggests that unicellular organisms like amoeba, even before figuring out they could split to multiply, hi-fived each other. Of course, it was not called a hi-five at that time. In fact, it had no name! We are talking about unicellular organisms, remember? But anyway, in today’s time, we don’t refer to it as a hi-five, but just a ‘high’.

The hi-five, then disappeared from the face of the earth, but only for a few hundred million years. We fast forward to the prehistoric times where early man were just forming societies, making new friends and asking out the opposite sex to a cup of coffee since splitting a person into two didn’t seem to work now! Getting back to the topic, the hi-five at that time wasn’t the hi-five we all know and love now. Back then, the hi-five was used to check whose hands and fingers were longer. However, since there was no soap back then, germs spread quickly through the constant hand contact, causing catastrophic diseases like gooey substances from the nose, rashes and dirty hands. The hi-five went on yet another break. Prehistoric men then started trying to see which one if their hands were bigger and started hi-fiving themselves. This is when the clap (or the self-five) was introduced into the human society. But that’s another story for another day.

So getting back to the topic…again, as man evolved he started inventing stuff. However, the first hi-five that paved the way for hi-fives to be used as it is today was after the invention of the wheel. Yes-sir-ee! The hi-five that we all know and love today has a round piece of stone with a hole in the middle to thank.

Since then the popularity of the hi-five has grown many fold (Figure 1). However, groups of people started playing around with the hi-five for no apparent reason. Why would you mess with something so perfect? Today, we see many variations of the hi-five like: the double handed hi-five (hi-ten), the low-five, the double handed low-five (low-ten), behind the back, across the chest, etc. the list goes on. But even with these adaptations, the hi-five remains the most used.

Figure 1: Popularity of the Hi-Five

The hi-fives have been doing a lot of advertising as well. In recent times popular TV show How I Met Your Mother makes a lot of references to the hi-five. Borat too, in his movie ‘Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan’ make a lot of use of the hi-five, sometimes even forcefully asking for one.

With the way the hi-five is gaining popularity, who knows, it may one day become today’s handshake.

For those of you who don’t know how to hi-five here are a few simple steps to follow:

Locate a potential hi-fiver.
Approach with a good joke or a simple ‘Hey! What’s up?’
Lift arm in a way that your palm faces target hi-fiver.
Wait for target hi-fiver to do the same.
Swing arm forward in such a way, that your palm lines up with the targets.
Make sure you make firm contact with the targets palm, or you will look pretty silly and everyone will know its your first time.

Tips for a good hi-five:

Keep constant eye contact.
Do not put too much force in the swing. We don’t want to hurt people.
Do it with good intent, not just to look cool.

Pretty damsel and the chocolate moment!

2009-11-05T21:22:00.009+05:30

I never thought that day would ever come. The secret villain organisation known only as ASS (Association of Sneaky Scoundrels) had figured out what I thought was the best way to cause destruction and mayhem among the unsuspecting citizens. The one thing that no one could ever resist. DONUTS! I mean come on, they are round, and topped or filled with flavours, one better than the other. Eat them cold, warm, dunk them in your coffee, for breakfast, lunch or dinner, there’s nothing like it. So what’s the relation between ASS and donuts? Well firstly, if you eat too many of them, yours is bound to get big.

The villain organisation, ASS had gone out poisoning all the donuts with some weird gas they only knew as FART (Fatal Aroma Raising-hell Technique). This gas, as disgusting as it sounds, was a hundred times more disgusting than that. Our scientists at the labs (those who were fortunate enough to survive) tell us that the gas starts off smelling fragrant and inviting. But after a certain amount of time, turns into the most foul smelling disgustingly obnoxious green gas. This gas, when inhaled even in the slightest concentrations could cause people to make faces, point fingers to each other or even close their noses with their fingers. Ok enough of this science mumbo jumbo.

Getting back to the day, I woke up and thought, what better way to start the day than with a donut (or two…may be even four)? So off I went to the store, 30 minutes before it even opened. Thirty minutes later, I was not the only person outside the shop. The shutters finally opened and the sweet smell of freshly made donuts made everyone weak in the knees.

Everyone rushed in leaving me at the back of the lineL. But it was alright. I knew I was going to get some sweet donuts at the end of it. Patiently waiting my turn I looked towards the counter. I tell you my friends. It was at that moment I fell in love. The girl in front of me started yelling, “New flavour! New flavour!” “What? When? Why?” I thought. I looked over her shoulder and there I saw it. Triple Trouble was its name. Chocolate on top, in the middle and under the donut! Pure genius! (Let me remind you of the laws of Donuts. Law 1: You can never have too much chocolate on your donut.)

But by the time I reached the counter, they were all gone. But the girl in front of me the kindest soul offered me one. She bought one and got one free! While biting into the donut, I noticed a funky smell around. Gulping down the rest of it I looked around and saw people closing their noses, pointing blame on each other for the horrible smell.

This had FART gas written all over it. Luckily I carry my anti-FART spray, which I carry in my pocket. You never know when you will need it. I sprayed the entire area with it and every thing was back to normal. But what about the rest of the FART filled donuts? Well I ate them. They smell bad but still taste awesome! (Yes all of them!)

Ahh, after that awesome breakfast, I decided to walk back to the liar. Obviously coz I could not fly with all the donuts I had just eaten. Just then, my super hearing told me someone was in danger. And right enough, a few meters away was a damsel in distress yelling out for help. At once, I knew it was the same kind soul who gave me her donut. I knew it from the chocolate drenched clothes. (The triple trouble was so filled with chocolate that it was humanly impossible to eat it without getting chocolate on your clothes)

Something told me there was some problem with her chappal. May be it was a broken strap or heel. “You are so smart. How did you know it was my chappal? And how did you know it was a broken strap?” she said. With a smile on my face I replied, “No one would stand in the middle of the road with their chappal in their hand shouting for help.”

“You truly are super, SuperCraig!”, she said. But I was not going to let this damsel suffer anymore. I would have carried her and flown her to her destination. But as you recall I had more than a tummy full of donuts. With some quick thinking I managed to craft out a chappal from the left over tissues from the donut place. But a few steps later I needed to fix that as well. Something told me I needed to quick fix the original chappal…but how?! I decided to look into my utility belt. (If batman can have one, so can I)

Paper clip, safety pin, chappal strap…. Just then it hit me. I could make something out of the paper clip and the safety pin. A twist of the wire here, and the bend of a wire there. And voila! A contraption to poke holes in her foot! Ohh wait! What if I used the safety pin to hold the strap to the chappal? Genius I thought to myself! Poke of the pin there, poke of the pin there, puncture in the thumb and voila again! The chappal was a good as new.

Another day saved thanks to SuperCraig!

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you to always dot your ‘I’s and cross your ‘t’s!

Next best thing to the Human Torch.

2009-10-16T12:57:00.011+05:30

What do you get when you cross a young man and a Chinese lady?

It was a dark night, and not the type that goes around fighting the joker. The ‘Torcher’ was in town, pretending to help people. He had a good thing going for him. He would turn off the street lights and pose as a do-gooder. Looking at his name, and popular comic clichés, you would think he probably ignites himself, or even flies. But not him. This Torcher did things far worse than setting things or people on fire. He was far more devious. He would pretend to help people across the dark streets and half way through would ‘flash’ them and beat them up with the torch. The screams of his victims could be heard miles away, but no one knew exactly where they were coming from, until the next morning, when the sun would rise and illuminate the place of the crime.

The Torcher!

Being a superhero (not a well renowned one though) I was ‘Eveready’ for some superhero action. I pursued the villain for most of my superhero life, but he somehow always escaped. Some may say he outsmarted me all this time, but today, right here; I will let the truth be known. No, I am not tied up with him in anyway. It’s just that I would usually be sleeping during the time he would attack his unsuspecting victims. I decided enough was enough!! I have got to stop this guy, even if it requires me to stay up all night.

His weapon of choice.

So that day, I slept in the afternoon, had bought a couple of ‘energizers’ like Red Bulls to keep me awake in the night. I stood at the corner of his favourite streets. It was my bed time, 11 pm! And the Red Bulls were not helping even a tiny bit. They had fallen asleep by now. So I was just a guy standing at the corner with two sleeping Red Bulls.

Scary, isin't it? Now imagine someone coming to beat you with a torch!

Then at about 11:30 pm, just as I had expected, the street lights went off. Now I was just a guy screaming at the corner. No, I was not scared; I had to let the Torcher know that I was there. Two minutes later, as expected the Torcher made his appearance. He said that he was the shopkeeper from down the road, trying to be a good citizen. This was exactly the modus operandi of the Torcher. I decided to go with the flow. “You are so kind. If you take me across the road, I will give you one of my Red Bulls,” I told him. “What Red Bulls?” he asked. As he swept the torch behind me, there was no sign of the Red Bulls. No sign except for their droppings that is. He said he didn’t expect anything in return. I could see right through his lies. While walking across the road, he asked me if I was from around that area. Small talk before he clubbed me on the back of my head with the torch. Without wasting any more time, I pulled out the handcuffs and cuffed him—torch in hand. There were screams alright, but this time it was not of a victim, it was of the culprit. “I am not the Torcher, you have to believe me!” he kept yelling. But I was not going to fall for that. That’s the first thing anyone shouts when they are guilty. People could now roam the streets freely at night, without the fear of becoming a victim of the Torcher.

Ok, just imagine them red. I didn't have a camera at that time.

A few days later, I was reading the paper (comic strips and the TV schedule first, of course), and when I turned to the first page, I was shocked at the headline. It read “The Torcher removes the batteries of another victim”. “Oh no!! It’s a ‘copy-cat’ Torcher. Some one is trying to copy the Torcher!!” I will have to go out and stop this guy as well.

So I went back to the same corner, with the same plan in mind, but this time, without the Red Bulls. It was a waste of time and money the first time. So I decided not to bother with them. The same thing happened; the lights went off at 11:30. A guy came with the torch, offering to ‘help’ me get to safety. But I wasn’t going to fall for it.

I arrested this guy the same way. He too kept screaming, “You have the wrong guy! I am not the Torcher.” I thought to myself, this guy is a real good copycat. Even his arrest speech was copied.

Another criminal behind bars I thought, as I opened the next day’s newspapers. But to my surprise again, the headline read “The Torcher lives to flash his victims again”. “Oh no! It’s a ‘copy-cat of the copy-cat’ Torcher.

I decided to capture this sorry ‘copy-cat of the copy-cat’ Torcher as well. The same story. Street corner. Lights off at 11:30. Man comes out with torch to ‘help’. I capture the ‘copy-cat of the copy-cat’ Torcher. He yells “I am not the Torcher. I was just trying to help you.” “Save the speech for the judge,” I told him.

But just then, I heard some one scream “NOT AGAIN!” I looked around. There was a man on the other side of the street. He was in tears. I went up to him and asked him, “Did you lose a loved one to the Torcher, or the ‘copy-cat Torcher’ or to this guy, the ‘copy of the copy-cat Torcher’?” He replied with a firm no. What could be the reason of his “NOT AGAIN!” yell? Then it hit me as I caught a glimpse of the torch in his hand. I thought back to the first, second and third guy I arrested. They were telling the truth! They were really just good Samaritans trying to help me to safety. Not that I wasn’t capable of taking care of myself. I was face to face with the original Torcher.

I played it as cool as I could. I reached for the source of his power. He sensed that I was on to him and pulled his torch away from my reach. But I was thinking a step ahead. I grabbed his battery pack. He now had nothing to power his torch. Knowing he was now powerless, he confessed, “I am the real Torcher.” That’s what I needed to hear from him. I arrested him with charges of ‘Assault with a battery’

The town was safe again. People could now roam the streets at night, although I don’t know why they wouldn’t rather sleep.

Ohh...as for the question in the beginning, you get both of them very angry.

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you to switch off the lights and fans when you don’t need them. It’s your world too you know.

Miss-understanding!

2009-10-14T18:00:00.004+05:30

It was a day like no other. Didn’t venture out to work, slept till late hours of the morning (if it was still morning that is) and did everything that a self respecting superhero should not do. Well, that does not mean I am not a superhero— if I am self respecting, that’s for you to decide.

A visit to the old superhero lab was in store. I had been there the previous day to help conduct a few experiments. These experiments went on to late hours of the night. The main experiment that day was to find out the optimum combat techniques that could be used in the field. Obviously, knowing the type of superhero I am, I would never use these. It was fun nevertheless knowing what it was to be real danger.
Anyway, getting back to the day in question. I had visited the lab in the afternoon to collect the final reports of the experiment conducted the previous day. My superhero colleagues (Long-hair-then-short-now-growing-long-again-dude, Black man and the latest addition, The Laughing Buddha) decided to conduct these experiments in an external, uncontrolled environment. The perfect place was decided and off I went to check it out. However, having prior appointments I could not stay long. So finding out the minute details of the location I started moving towards my secret lair. Then, I was contacted telepathically by one of my colleagues. “Where the heck are you?” “I am on my way back. I am not available for any experiments today.”
The three of them suspected that there was a superheroine involved here. Who in their right mind would fall for SuperCraig I thought. I was on my way to a top secret mission, the details of which I could not give anyone. All I will say, it involved a huge ‘M’ a long queue some chilli sauce and a burp in the end.

For the sake of the people concerned dignity, I will not mention who cried that day.
This is SuperCraig bidding farewell, but not for long, reminding you to always flush after you are done!

Glossary:
Experiments: Counter Strike: Condition Zero
Superhero lab: Infomedia18 (old office)

Read at your own risk!

2009-09-25T17:48:00.010+05:30

I woke up early that day my friend. The sun had still not risen; even the early bird who gets the early worm was fast asleep. While brushing my teeth I had sensed something was not right. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was way too early for anyone to be awake, too early for a superhero like me as well. So I unbrushed my teeth by gorging on leftovers from dinner and decided to go back to sleep. But not before brushing my teeth again!! I can’t afford to treat any cavities during this recession.

So anyway, waking up at my usual time I found myself in a dire situation. My hands and legs were tied up to the bed and I ….. umm… sorry wrong narration. Anyhoooo…. I woke up and went about my daily routine. Things seems quiet, a little to quiet for my liking. Usually during the Bandra Feast there is a lot of noise and commotion on the streets of Bandra, what was wrong this year? So I asked myself, if I was quiet, why would I be quiet? After hours of pondering and constant reminders to myself what I was thinking about in the first place, I decided to check it out for myself. So I made a trip to the Bandra Fair.

It was crowded as usual but still to my surprise, not a sound. So I decided to do some further investigation. After some candy floss and two giant wheel rides later I got back to my investigation. It took me far into the depths of the fair where usually you would hear the annoying ‘paaaw paaaw’s of the horns being blown, but this time there was nothing. I sensed something was terribly wrong. What’s the Bandra Fair without the noise? I wandered around the fair in desperation to find out what could be the cause of this terrible silence which was now starting to grow on me. I decided to get on the giant wheel again, but this time with the intention of getting a bird’s eye view of the events. (I never asked for the investigation to be so enjoyable)

While on top of the wheel, I thought I saw something in the distance. Something so simple and so primitive it never crossed my mind. It was a giant megaphone. Was it possible that this megaphone was sucking out all the sound that was being produced in the area? What kind of sick mind would do that? Actually a sick mind who didn’t want to be disturbed would do that. Actually, if I had the resources and the money, I would do it myself. It was brilliant! I decided to take a closer look, after stopping for some more candy floss and a bottle of coke. (WOW! That’s a lot of sugar!)

I reached the spot where the megaphones power seemed to be concentrated. As I stood there, looking at this magnificent structure, the clouds gathered. It was as if it was perfectly planned. Sudden lightening appeared in the sky and everyone was running helter-skelter once the rain started pouring down. But I still stood there, marvelling at the idea of having this at all the railway stations. Then all of a sudden, some weird noise emerged from the megaphone. It was as if it was opening up. I stood there, not knowing what to do. And suddenly, water started gushing out of the cone and flowed into a collection tank hidden underground. I had mistaken a rainwater collector for a megaphone. Knowing that I would never know the true cause of this silence I started walking home, drenched to the core.

Just then, as I saw the bolt of lightening in the sky I got an idea. I thought back to when I last heard sounds coming from the fair. It was when I had woken up early. I had trouble going back to sleep again because of all the noise; I decided to stuff my ears with ear plugs. I reached for my ears, and rightly enough the ear plugs were lodged in there, as if stuck with superglue. I yanked them out of my ears and there it was. The magnificent sounds of people ‘paaw paawing’, hawkers selling channa, people puking on the giant wheel and the hustle and bustle around. Ahh.. the sounds of the Bandra Fair. It was like music to my ears, only less appealing and with no rhythm at all.

You may think that this was a useless adventure to narrate but I think it was a huge disaster which was averted. I could have forgotten to put on my pants!!!

Well anyway, it was a great enjoyable day! Only hope that someone really makes a machine to suck out noise and install them at the Dandia events!

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you not to kiss the pigs. You may get swine flu!

Dude... wheres my eye?

2009-04-23T23:33:00.006+05:30

It was his second surgery in a few months. The first was on his lip, swollen after a girl scout punched him and ran away with his money. Yes friends! The person i am talking about is none other than "long hair now short dude".So, coming back to his second surgery. This was surgery on his eye. Because of his super height, and the extreme proximity to the sun, his eye had gone bad. So filling his leave card and being promised reimbursement for the operation from the SuperHero Association, he went to the hospital. Little did he know what was in store for him. He was not going to be reimbursed. Anyway, that comes later in the story. Trying to save a few bucks, and probably with the motive of making a fake bill and asking for extra reimbursement, he admitted himself into a cheap hospital instead of the SuperHero Association recomended one. This would later come back to bite his butt. The hospital he was lying in, was the Villian Hospital. He thought Villian was the name of the place!

So they were prepping him for surgery. They asked him what he does for a living. He proudly stated, "I am a pansy by day, but by night, I am Super Pansy!" That was his undoing. The evil doctors now knew that he was not a villian, even though he looked like one. So they drugged him. When asked about his experience, he says, "All I remember are brilliant colors moving like i was so totally stoned man... it was awesome dude!"

While in surgery, the evil doctors took out his eye and kept it in the petri dish. Now this petri dish was not ordinary dish. It was the feeding bowl for the evil mastermind Dr. Know It All's pet eagle named 'Hairy Eagle'. Out of nowhere, Hairy Eagle swooped down and grabbed the eye in his talons and flew away.

Being evil, the doctors then left for their lunch break, laughing and joking as they walked out. The effect of the drugs were now starting to wear out, because Super Pansy is soooo coooooool! He suddenely realised that something was amiss. His one eye was missing! He didnt know what was happening or what to do. He paused to think, and as he closed his eyes, he could see nothing but objects that appeared like buildings. People on the roads appeared as small as ants. He could see what the other eye was seeing! So taking advantage of this 'birds eye' view so to speak, he contacted the only person who he knew would help, SuperCraig.

Now SuperCraig was out on a date with this super hot girl and he was about to.... ahem ahem.. this is a family blog. So jumping forward a few hours, (:P) SuperCraig called back SuperPansy to ask him what happened. He explained everything and SuperCraig was struck with a brilliant idea. (When have his ideas been anything short of brilliant?)

SuperCraig suggested that SuperPansy close his eyes and tell him what he saw. This way they could see exactly where the eagle was going and finally find out the secret hideout of Dr. Know It All. The eagle finally landed after 20 minutes of flight. To a place so obvious, that it would take a genius a hundred years to figure it out! Dr. Know It All was hiding out in Villian Hospital!!

SuperCraig was on his way to the hospital. SupeCraig also summoned a few doctors to meet him at the hospital. Meanwhile, Pansy.. i mean SuperPansy was still in the hospital, pretending to be drugged. At this time he could see exactly where the eagle was moving, and the eagle was on the shoulder of Dr. Know It All. The place seemed very familiar. A long corridor, an operation theatre at the end. Room 101 it read. Wait a minute! SuperPansy was in that very room. Dr. Know It All was nearing the room. He could now hear the footsteps outside. Dr. Know It All, being the person he is, knew exactly what SuperPansy could see. He purposely held a knife in front of the eye. SuperPansy was terrified. If his ear was besides Dr. Know It All, he would have heard "Fattuuuuuuuuuuuu". The door was opened with a bang. But SuperPansy stayed still. He later said he was pretending to be unconcious, but we all know he really fainted with fright. Dr. Know It All was about to cut open SuperPansy's eye when a stone broke the window and "Thud" his eagle fell down. Looking down at the dead eagle, he thought "How did i not know that was going to happen?" "I can not be Dr. Know It All anymore." as he continued to cry over the bird.

But wait.. who threw the stone? What happened to SuperPansy? Ok ok if you insist on knowing.. i will tell you.

The stone came from the road. SuperCraig threw it. It was just a coincidence that there was a mango tree outside. Dr. Know It All was no more evil, and he started dedicating his time and expertise to good. SuperCraig thought, why not go visit SuperPansy at the hospital while he was there.

As they say, Kill two birds with one stone... in more ways than one.

So another disaster was averted thanks to SuperCraig.

*SuperCraig does not recomend staring into the sun for too long. It is not good for your eyes, and besides... get a life!

The blue blog... umm... BLOB

2009-02-17T15:04:00.008+05:30

So there i was, on top of the tallest building, looking over the city i had saved again. Ohh... let me tell you how i landed up there.

It was a cold morning, and waking up at 10 for me was too early. Anyway, I managed to pull myself out of bed after saving the city from the spoilt karela's (they weren't really spoilt, but where I was going for dinner that night, karela was on the menu). Being laundry day, i took my badly made costume out to the cleaners. I could hear voices that were planning on taking down the city. I looked around, but seeing no one there I thought I was just being paranoid. I mean, who would want to destroy the city on such a beautiful day? I had seen a huge line of ants on the road outside the sweetshop, but that seemed only natural. On my way home, i glanced at the local television shop which was currently displaying the local news channel. Some news about a giant monsterterrorising the city high rises (if you can not imagine this, watch Godzilla, but replace the giant dinosaur with a toothpaste blue blob with an iPod and no shoes). I bought my weeks needs from the neighborhood grocery shop, but weirdly he was out of sugar. Oh wait! the city is being destroyed my the blue blob thingy!

So i dropped the bags on the floor and ran out, only to realize that my costume was at the cleaners. Grabbing some newspaper and glue, I ran to the corner and made myself a mask, a make shift cape and a paper plane out of the last page.

Now with my true identity hidden from the public, and a nice paper plane to play with I caught a rickshaw. "To the blue blob" i yelled. Two

minutes and nine bucks later, i was face to face with the ugly thing. This thing really disgusted me! It left a slimy blue trail behind it and was listening to Akon! I could not let a creature like this roam free in my city. If it was listening to some better music, i would have given it a chance. However, I could still hear those voices while i was fighting the blue blob. The Akon song was now over, and then I could hear Iron Maiden coming from his earphones! At that moment, I knew that he couldn't be a bad guy and i decided to follow the voices i thought i was imagining.

Funnily enough, it led me back to the sweet shop. As i looked down, the ants appeared to be doing the evil dance. How could this be possible? Evil dancing ants? I followed the line of ants which led me to the "Ant brainwashing machine". I knew i had to destroy this...this thing. I lifted it and placed it on the paper plane and threw the plane into the garbage bin (dry waste obviously). Sparks flew from the machine and it was destroyed. As soon as the machine was destroyed, the ants stopped dancing and they all had a confused look on their faces. The machine had been brainwashing these ants to multiply and bring down the city. "Thanks SuperCraig", the ants yelled as they broke into a happy dance.

Which brings me to the opening line of the post. So there i was, on top of the tallest building, looking over the city i had saved again.

What happened to the blue blob you ask? He was always a part of the city. Why wasn't he seen

before? Because he used to live in the sewers and was content living there. Why did he come out now? Coz one of the brainwashed ant had added an Akon song on his iPod. This made him go wild and come out. How did the ant manage such a task? Well... i guess we will never know that.

This is SuperCraig signing out, reminding you to always stay hydrated. :)

Weekend pleasures, Khandala.

2009-02-16T17:41:00.003+05:30

No no! This is not about SuperCraig saving the world or kicking Giarc's evil ass. This is about my Sunday trip to Khandala. Sorry to disappoint the fans, but theres light at the end of the tunnel. A SuperCraig adventure will be up very soon! :)

Thanks to Mark for this idea of a trek.

It all started one evening, when a call from Mark woke me up. "Let's go somewhere for lunch.. i am hungry". Having no better work, i said sure... why not.

The conversation at Bembos suddenly made us realize how long it had been since we had last been on a trek. Lets make it a trip every week end we thought (like that's gonna happen!).

Anyway.. we decided to ask people who were interested, but we were still going.. no matter what!

We managed to get a person each, and three of us were off on Sunday morning. Miraculously, we got seats in the Deccan Express from Dadar. Dozing most of the journey, we finally made it to Khandala, with people jumping from all corners of the compartment for our seats.

Getting off at Khandala, we knew this would be a good trip. We met my friend Angelo at Khandala station. He decided to come there by bike.A quick breakfast at a small "Hotel" and armed with bread and cheese, which would serve as lunch later, we headed to our trekking spot.

A few quick pictures from the top, and we began our decent. We started off with eagerness in each step, but that quickly faded away as our legs began to tire. Feeling the pinch of sitting down on a chair for most of the day, the two of us working guys started lagging behind. While the college guys were seen jumping down like a couple of monkeys! Angelo had strapped his helmet on his bag, which was starting to be a hindrance to him. We decided to keep it disguised as a rock, and pick it up on the way back up. But after spotting insects and numerous rat holes, we hung it off a tree, and continued gravityward. There were three really steep part, which were as fun as they were difficult. As we neared the bottom, the sound of flowing water got louder which added as a morale boost. After about an hour and a half we reached to bottom.

Exhausted, we dropped our bags and headed straight for the water. The water was ice cold. We soaked our feet in it for some time, which left our feet numb after just a minute. Just then, we saw a whole group of trekkers in the distance. The "Pune Mountaineers" had come down another route, where they had to use ropes to descend. It sounded like fun, but we couldnt imagine ourselves doing that, especially after what we had been through on the "Easy path".

We started walking down stream searching for a place to sit and rest our weary bones. We came across a beautiful small waterfall and decided to sit there. Soaking our feet again in the numbing water we had a quick lunch and a small rest.

Before we knew it, it was time to leave for the top as we didnt want to risk missing the train back home. So there we were.. looking up at the path we just came down a few hours ago. Climbing up was obviously way more tiring than going down, but we took almost the same time as we did coming down, with a lot more breaks. Once again, the younger ones went zipping up, leaving us way behind. As we reached the top, we were greeted to a great idea of going to have gola! So giving our legs some rest, we got up and went for gola. The cold gola was welcome relief from the scorching sun. After gola, a nice cold beer was icing on the cake. However, chilling out a little too long at the bar, we missed the first train option. Mark suggested we hitch a ride to Panvel in a truck, which I was totally into. So there, sitting at the back of a truck, on bare steel, not exactly the most comfortable experience, but an experience nevertheless. And it surely beat standing in a crowded train. Or so we thought. The train at Panvel, seemed comfortable, till about two stations further. Crowds gushing in from both sides, men rubbing against you, sweat being exchanged is not exactly what we bargained for. Anyway, we kept ourselves amused making fun of certain people within sight, without them knowing ofcourse. After several ads with Mark's "Movie announcer" voice for the Indian Railways, it was time to get off at Kurla. I know YUCK!! Being pushed out of the train wasnt particularly fun either. Then catching a rick to Bandra, we thought the trip was ending on the right note, till we hit Sunday evening Bandra trafic. A few minutes later, we found ourselves walking home. Reaching home and sipping water, was like finding water in the desert. ( Mark had a full bottle of water but i didnt feel the need of water till i was two minutes from home.)

So there it is.. the first weekend of trekking. Hope theres a trek every weekend now!

SuperCraig goes back to school

2008-11-19T15:56:00.004+05:30

Wow! this daily thing seems to have turned into a monthly chore!
anyway...its time for another adventure of SuperCraig..and his trusty sidekick...ooops..sidekick still not found..
ok..so heres calling all sidekicks.. come join SuperCraig in his stupid, non-trivial pursuits as he aims to fight the most idiotic bad guys using extra effort than what is usually required and making a big deal out of it and claim fame and recognition (getting it is another matter). heres an insight to what you will be getting into if you are the one lucky one to be chosen(if you are actually stupid enough to apply).

As a superhero..i am required to make appearences at places and give inspirational speeches and the works...so one day..at NATA school (Never amount to anything).. while giving my trademark get off your ass and get the food yourself speech... i started to feel giddy. Wanting water, and not being able to ask anyone to get me some coz of the speech i had just given, i had to drag myself to the water cooler which was a good 4 meters away!! Quenching my thirst and feeling refreshed, i was off to fight the next bad guy i found. For the past few days, they all seemed to have been hiding..but i later figured out that there was a bad guys conference being held in a chateux in France ( hint to the superheros club..we too need to do something like this..and not in a dhabba on a national highway like our last conference).
So while getting out of the school..i heard a cry for help..it came from a classroom. Following my insticnt i ran up to the class..and thats where i saw.. 'Running with scissors in the hand boy'. "Put them down or stop running" i yelled on the top of my voice. But he didn't listen. I knew it was not going to be easy. Recalling all my superhero experience.. i knew exactly what to do.. I went into the schools administrative office...and rang the school bell. As any normal school going child would do after hearing the bell..he kept the scissors in his bag and was at the door of his class ready to go home.
Another disaster averted, thanks to supercraig.This is supercraig signing out and reminding you to say "excuse me" after sneezing.

Kar 'ZZzzzzzzzzzz'

2008-10-20T10:13:00.006+05:30

WOW! a month since the last post!! so much for the phrase " A post a day, gives people a lot to read"...
As for SuperCraig... hes not been doing much as of late. Just the occasional saving the fridge from overload, and making sure my family members dont get too fat by finishing the chocolates and ice cream... theres not much to comment about.

ohh but there was this one time..when I indirectly saved the world. Acting on a hunch that super villain and my evil twin Giarc would be at the premier of the crappy hindi movie Karz ..(his favorite actor/singer being Himesh...and he being the exact opposite of me) i decided to keep an eye on that place. Not being able to confront him unless he did something wrong.. i was hiding out at the food stall... well disguised as a customer of the place. I thought to myself, "this is good biryani, this is good apple pie." while keeping an eye on Giarc. Then he did it...the moment i was waiting for... he finally slipped and did something wrong. He entered the theatre to watch the movie. With half the apple pie in my hand I ran to apprehend him. but the security at the gate stopped me, and said "No outside food in the theater!" i being a man of the law, couldn't possibly go against the rules, and letting a good piece of apple pie go to waste is a big a sin as kicking a dying dog in the nuts ( sorry for the bad comparision). So after finishing the pie, and a loud burp later, I tried to enter the theatre again, only this time, to be asked for a ticket. Ohh no i thought, i aint paying money to go into that place, and not for THAT movie! so i decided to wait outside till the movie was over. As luck would have it, "Blow up the world guy" was passing by in his "blow up the world mobile", shouting loudly into his phone, "I am going to blow up the world!". So i told the traffic cop, who happened to be standing there, that "Blow up the world guy" was talking on his phone while driving. The cop stopped him and gave him a ticket, but he could not pay for it, since he spent all of his money on his latest creation, that he calls " Blow up the world device". Having to spend the last bit of money he had on paying the fine, he was unable to buy the switch of the device, which I later learnt he was on the way to buy. Not being able to turn the "Blow up the world device" it was useless.
As for Giarc, my super evil twin, i think the movie took care of him. :P

Highway to Dadar

2008-09-20T14:51:00.005+05:30

todays title takes inspiration comes from the ACDC song, Highway to Hell.
Now for "The Adventures Of SuperCraig ©"
it was early in the morning... the sun was just rising the moon..not so, so anyway as usual i was fast asleeep(with an extra 'e') when i got up with a start, and realised i needed to pee..so off i went.
anyhoooo...i dont think you really needed the last piece of information.
so there i was..at the bus stop, waiting for the bus when all of a sudden, a bird flies over me. no he doesnt crap on me but on the bald fat man besides me. "not in my city pooperbird" i said, and ran behind him, since there was no place to change into costume and fly. "you will never catch me SuperCraig ©" said pooperbird, who incidently attended superhero/villian school with me, and used to top the class until he realised he was a "bird brain". splat splat was all i could hear as he tried his best to poop on me, but i, an expert as i am at dodging bird poo did my best to ..well..dodge the poo as well as the morning rush hour traffic. luckily for me, pooperbird was flying towards dadar, so it made my traveling kinda less.
so still running behind pooperbird my legs started to get tired, and just then "fly killer boy" came along with his "fly killer mobile" and i hopped onto the bike. out of no where he kills a fly and uses it as bait for "pooperbird". with his poo obviously running out he needed to recharge his pooper, so swooping down to the fly he came flying, and just before he could reach it, i grabbed him and put him in a cage. filled with rage, he started pooping all over the cage, and soon realised that he was actually walking in his own poo!
and thus, SuperCraig© saved the day, while reaching work on time!
So until next time, this is SuperCraig©.. reminding you to brush your teeth two times a day! :D

Sunday morning, rain is falling

2008-09-14T22:34:00.004+05:30

ohh! so we meet again, my dear blog reader!
todays blog title comes from the maroon 5 song, "Sunday Morning"- the song that came to mind as soon as i woke up today with the sounds of the heavy rains that graced us today.
so there i found my self, having a quick breakfast and getting ready for church, (which i actually reached early for!) mass was nice and i met a few friends after mass, after a long time. the rain had stopped by then. so after boasting of my new job (:P) and catching up with a few things... the rain had started again, only this time...a lot heavier..so there we were... with clearly less umbrellas than people.. ill conclude this by saying..sharing an umbrella - not a good idea.
so after reaching home, half drenched(vertically) had a change of clothes and a wash and caught up on some long missed TV (yes the cable walla has finally fixed it! and i get all the good channels now)
then came the heavy heavy lunch! well done mom! :)
watching FRIENDS for the millionth time was still fun. plans canceled completed the usual sunday tradition of canceling plans, doing a bit of writing and it was soon time for F1 :) ...but with Ferrari displaying a pretty dismal performance..it wasnt that enjoyable. but kudos to Vettel a great find by the Red Bull team.
a few hours later..time for dinner...with left overs from afternoon...dinner was as heavy and enjoyable as lunch.
which brings me to me writing the blog...
i know..that was pretty boring..an action packed blog is in progress..so you will just have to wait..
so until next time..this is humble Craig, signing out!

Be Kind Reread!

2008-09-09T23:49:00.004+05:30

Todays title inspiration comes from a movie i just viewed "Be Kind Rewind", starring the very funny Jack Black! The movie is awesomely stupidly insanely smartly funny with a very soft, touching ending.
and now back to your not so friendly hero...SuperCraig!!!
In breaking news today.. SuperCraig finally beat his arch nemesis "bekarman" by finally starting work...now he faces the latest and improved version of "bekarman"..."bekar@work man"...
SuperCraig has realised that he keeps refering to himself in the third person and will stop that!
so 'I' am going to tell you about my day today...ok children? what started out as a normal day..was soon turned upside down by the attack on the secret head-quarters of the superheroes...by none other than "Try and guess my name dude". For the uninitiated.. the said villian, an ex-superhero(moved to the dark side 3 months ago), keeps changing his name..so it becomes really difficult to yell "hold it right there _________" coz we dont know what his name is at that particular time..anyway...after 3 hours and a lunch break later.. i was finally able to crack his name.. with the help of batman ofcourse... the name he used today was "teapot".. i should have guessed it when he was singing " im a little tea pot short and stout "...but i thought he was just making fun of "baby elephant without a trunk boy"
anyway...so we apprehended him finally...and as the police were taking him away..i had a little fun of my own...i chose an alias and while he was yelling "ill get you back supercraig.." i told him i changed my name...so another 4 hours and 2 tea breaks..he finally guessed that i was pulling his leg...
ahh..the hectic life of a superhero...
this is SuperCraig signing off..reminding you to always stay vigilant...and eat your veggies!

Make up for lost Blogs...

2008-09-09T19:39:00.003+05:30

as you may have noticed i didnt write my blog yesterday.. actually barring the past few days...i havent written a blog for my entire life..(sorry at the poor attempt at humor)
so....where do i start?
lets start at monday..one of the more important days... went for an interview..and got a job with a great company!
It was also dear Angies b'day.. so a lil party in the night... where i jived a lil (so much for being like pappu! ) so in short...a really happy and eventful day...
as for today(tuesday..if you dont have a calender) i entered the corparate world! after filling the forms and waiting 3 hours for HR to return and take the forms..i was up at my desk..well..doing nothing! :P
but i met a lot (A LOT) of new people, got to know my team mates who are really cool and fun to be with.. i will tell you about working with them when we actually get to work.. going through the process and format of the magazine was kinda confusing..but in time i should get the hang of it...
anyway, back home and going for a bath... hopefully a post will come up in the night..
so untill the next time...so long!
(in dramatic voice) Is this the end of SuperCraig? Is he going to hang up his cape for good? Will he be labeled a "sellout"? Stay tuned ...to find out!

Pappu cant dance saala? So what?

2008-09-08T00:22:00.003+05:30

Listening to the latest Hindi music has become my only source of entertainment now, as my cable walla dosent seem the understand the problem of living without the reception of Star World, Zee Cafe, VH1, or any of the sports channels (apart from Star Cricket (*puke)). The only channels that can be viewed in my house are the great hindi soap channels, hindi music channels and the news channels (but with the news being what it is..who feels like watching it?!)

Anyway..so getting back the 'Pappu', on careful listening to the song..i realised..that the only thing pappu lacks is his dancing abilities... but the rest of his life is something anyone would envy. I would gladly give up whatever little dancing abilities i have to live like Pappu. Hes muscular, popular, a bachelor, wears Rado watches, Gucci perfume, has light blue eyes, has an MBA, holidays in France...and a lot lot more...

As for today... most of the day was spent on my bed..sleeping..(thats one thing they didnt say pappu does) after the crazy Saturday night...didnt manage to get up to sing for mass either..let alone get up for any morning mass
Evening was great watching the football finals...though not very enjoyable on an empty stomach
and now..as i am writing this post.. i am setting my alarm to go jogging tomorrow ..it has been 4 days now since i havent gone.
Also..with an interview tomorrow.. i need you to pray for me :)
Thanks and hope that you visit this page again tomorrow :)

Blog On!!

2008-09-07T01:15:00.003+05:30

Well so far so good as far as the blogging goes..
The rains seems to be keeping the heat away slightly...but its still hot! where are the real rains?
if you have been reading my previous posts.. my body and mind was set to go jogging today..except for a minor part..my sleeping clock..i didnt manage to wake up to go jogging in the morning..so that makes the day count to '3 days, no jog'
As the title suggests..i saw the movie 'Rock On' today..and was happy that i saw it... its one of the better Indian films i have seen till date. The effort put in by the actors to make the film look as realistic as it did in the end was what i think made a difference.. the performances of Farhan and Purab really got my attention..and Arjun once again shows that he is really underrated!Luke isint known as an actor..but his character really takes some talent to potray..which he seems to have..anyway..enough of 'rock on' i aint getting any money to promote the film...but i am still waiting to watch the first 15 minutes of the movie(which thanks to someone i missed)
today was a pretty eventful day... started out pretty slow..but I got a lot of writing done... i was recently asked to write an article for the Mt.Carmels website on the 'Bandra Deanary Youth Day'..which i completed today.
S.P.Y. See and the kids page too got a big boost towards completion
I also helped mom with the chappatis in the afternoon...thats always fun to do..
Today my friend Varun called us out for a b'day treat...and didnt disappoint :) (thanks a lot Varun, sorry we looted you!).. we ended spending the evening at 'SBX' at Malad after the movie.. throwing darts and shooting some basketball... and not to forget filling our stomachs and minds with some philosiphical deep thoughts by our very own 'Fatty' (Anirban). A long rickshaw ride home brings me here writing this blog.
The entire evening was filled with fun..ranging from secrets being "accidently" brought out, to the occasional fluke basket without looking..
The evening (night) ended on a 'high'..and calming ourselves with a nice cup of coffee was a welcome touch.
I will soon add pictures of this "legend..wait for it....ary" evening as soon as i get 'em
so till the next blog... "stay vigilant" and say no to drugs!
PS: the songs of "rock on" are really catchy..and are still stuck in my head...waiting for a new song to play in my head now!

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida!!

2008-09-06T00:02:00.004+05:30

Inspiration for the title comes from the song by the same name...a 17 minute something song..that grows on you..with the amazing tune, guitar and drums solos and lyrics which i havent deciphered as yet..the only bad thing is that you cant listen to the song for even 4 times in an hour :|...portions of which can be heard in a 'Simpsons' episode when Bart passes the lyrics of this song as hymn sheets! Naughty boy Bart!!
In other news today, congrats to "The Nevermind Boys" for making it through as far as the pre-quarters..well its better than what half the teams managed, even though im sure none of the team members will end up reading this, kudos to the team who played to chants of "Shane Shane" hehe..
After two days of resting my legs due to a bruised knee..i feel i am ready to hit the 'jogging scene' once again tomo...only a small problem of getting up now.. yes..the knee is getting better..thanks for asking!
As of now..i am proud of my self that i have kept this blog going for a day!! and thanks to all the readers (both of you hehe)
so until next time... happy reading..and 'stay vigilant'!
PS: If you are reading this.. HAPPY B'DAY!!!(you know who you are)

2008-09-05T16:54:00.000+05:30

In this world of high expenses and a low paying superhero job, it is difficult to manage. With expenses ranging from food and shelter to repairing the costume after a hard fought fight with the enemies, and keeping up with the constantly evolving weapons... supercraig searches for a job.
With two interviews coming up next week things are finally looking up, but the experience of "Superhero" doesn't count! :(
Well we all have to start somewhere..dont we? A new phase in the life of supercraig will hopefully start shortly...
PS: referring to myself in the third person is getting tiresome..so please understand from the next post onwards.

You are the first person to read this blog!!

2008-09-05T00:34:00.000+05:30

Actually you are not the first...but thanks for showing interest. :)
Now that you know the true identity of SuperCraig©, I will try and keep you all engaged with the 'super exciting' adventures of SuperCraig© ....with and without his disguise... :)
So.. watch this space..
and as i always say... 'Stay Vigilant!' :)
Please leave your comments and criticism :) (one of them will be ignored :P)