Black turns 24

Yup! You heard it right. Naveen aka Black is 24 years and 3 days old! Somehow(mysteriously) I forgot to mention here. Apologies for the same. Whatever. Wish you a very very happy budday(belated of course) and a year that brings limitless happiness and success for you. I personally want you to get married. :D

Happie Birtheday "J"

Manie Manie Happie Returns Of The Day "J" !

Long live Genians !

Sania and Shocks - The Quintessential Vicissitudes !

I believe, in your life till now, you had fair amount of shocks to shock you up. It may be your shocking failure or success in your final exams, your or your friend’s selection into something that wasn’t on expected lines, or for that sake initial terror attacks. Initial attacks because you must have got used to it by now and terror would have become a word of frequent use. And in a country as vast as India which has infinite traditions there must have been a moment faux pas to shock you. If all this hasn’t shocked you in the dearness of past, for sure some politicians or film stars unlikely death or a match won by Indian cricket team would have taken its toll. Shock comes in different sizes too so, be ware.

Now let’s see some Sania Mirza. BTW don’t err and assume she’s Mirza Galib’s descendant. Sania is into something that’s not even remotely associated with what Galib did. And how can I make such disgraceful inept comparison or state the two in a sentence. See again I’ve missed the point... Okay Madam Sania needs no introduction – at least in Indian sub-continent- but let me have the privilege of doing so. Along years I’ve developed this habit of taking privilege in introducing people, so one of my friend calls me the-privilegist-introducer. That’s some sort of a title ain’t it? Such is the intensity of introduction, and many a times it’s just an obligation - to be honest. Whatever lets get back to Sania. So, if I remember correctly she came to limelight some 5 years back with her rapid rise on international stage and subsequent improvement in rankings. I personally believe that she never had mettle to score on international turf, just by some fluke and few easy draws was she able to better her rankings. This may sound highly opinionated and subjective view but you are free to check records. She did not beat even a single decent ranked player till now. However, she did become 33^rd ranked player.

In India people are sentimental to the core. In some ways you can call it foolishness on the riverbank. If you are selling a bottle full of water on a river bank and someone actually buys it, then it’s highly likely that that person is an Indian. So let’s get back to Sania again as we have done few times earlier. Sania soon is burdened of representing whole feminine side of India (she’s paid too for that). By that I mean, she soon begins to sell cool drinks, chips, wardrobe, hair oil etc. People like her, they like her nose-ring too. Ah! Fashion statement – its called. Girls across India preserve their brain by utilizing it to its minimal extent and follow Sania, nose-rings are in, and everyone wears them. The fairy tale moves swiftly for a while until a “Fatwa” is issued against her. Did I forget to tell you that she wears skirts on court? In India one other thing is famous as well, a celebrity/sports star in a jiffy starts believing that his/her stardom is eternal. They just take things for granted. And then comes the rude shock; you are out of team your performance has hit a new low, probably beyond nadir. The media that crazily interviewed you now begins to criticize; your sponsors make a volte-face. Common phenomenon in this materialistic world.

I would perpetually miss the main point of the post if right now I don’t put off the music. Put off or face it, I choose the former. Amid Sania and Shocks of world one hit me this morning. A shock that now Sania Mirza will be conferred an honorary doctorate by MGR university Chennai. Darn! A doctorate for doing something that a tom, dick or Harry would have done better if provided same facilities. I see this as an extension to pseudo-social justice that prevails across India. It reminds me of P.Gopichand who won All England badminton championship couple of years back and Vishwanathan Anand, who arguably is the numero-uno in the realm of chess. Don’t such people deserve sponsorships and Honorary Doctorates? It’s a question to be answered. Social inequities at their best. The newspaper article quotes her “Well, everything seems to fall in place for me now. It’s a huge honour for me. This is very inspiring honour for me. I’m very enthusiastic about the whole ambience there.” Well if you have sensed it right she too sounds quite shocked. All I can say is Indians are unique in a unique way. By the way, she’s not the first one to be conferred with an Honorary Doctorate; she joins the elite league of people like Amitabh Bachchan, Manmohan Singh (this chap actually did his PhD).

I think there should be a honorary doctorate club, where these people can interact on personal levels and contribute to society by selling potato chips and tomato sauce. When they see their career ending they always can join a political outfit that will give a Lok Sabha ticket or a nomination into Rajya Sabha. Else they have the option of hoisting a TV show, become commentator, get paid for blogging etc. Someone rightly said shocks come in all packages, be ware.

Happy Birthday Faizan

Many Many Happy Returns Of The Day!

Faizan gets older, and we make merry:D Well wish you have a grand successful year that makes you extremely happy...!!!

Winter Morning

God forbid my laziness but to be truthful, I haven’t got up this early in months. Well its 6:30 in the morning and I’m -unusually- done with brushing my teeth and cautiously pouring a glass of hot liquid we normally address as tea in to my stomach. So what called for this overnight change (if it is)? Yesterday night, it struck me that I should wake up a bit early and probably go for a 30 min jog that I certainly enjoy, and at the same time enjoy nature –that I admire so much– by grasping sky and cityscape before first rays from sun would dismantle the austere simplicity and calmness around.

It often happens to me that I divert my attention and energy from what I plan. For example, I sat down this early to write my experiences this morning but now I’m checking my mails one of which took me to orkut, and to undesirably end up spending most of my time there. However, realization struck me soon and I’m back. In a similar fashion, I thought to wake up around 5:30, get ready in 10 minutes and be running on roads. To my despair and comfort I didn’t get up that early – courtesy – the warmth and comfort I was engrossed in provided by blanket meant for two that I pulled over me last night. In short, I had idle sleeping conditions around me. Whatever. An hour’s delay called for some modification of plan. I would like to discuss issues of waking up early in detail, but that would derail the topic, so some other time.

Yes, so after pouring down that hot liquid in to my stomach and combing hair to avoid that ‘just outta bed look’ I quickly climbed up stairs to reach terrace. As I mentioned in the beginning that I planned to jog and grasp nature, let me shed some light on my idea of grasping nature as jogging is same for all. I want it to be clear for one reason that everyone has a different interpretation of nature and has a different relation with it. Or at least, has a different notion. To explain it better I would say a parallel can be drawn between literature and nature, where in everybody has their own interpretation. Fine, I’m on terrace and try to figure out- where sun is? The next moment I realize, sun was yet to rise. I silently patted me for being able to beat sun. Fluorescent lights gleamed across roads as I looked down. At some distance, I could even see those 60 and 100 watt bulbs smirk which were put on the last night to fight darkness.

I’m not a professional writer or even a good armature hence it’s difficult for me to express few things in words. The atmosphere was absolute and authentic, mist all around, the visibility was low horizontally, while there was clear sky above me. Far somewhere, there was hill, which looked pale now. Towards south were few high-rise buildings –which came into existence recently – that blocked horizon. Cool gentle breeze brushed me and seems to have said something in my ears, maybe a message from nature. This zephyr leaves gives you the fragrance of nature, that lasts only until you are up there. But for that very moment you are in sheer bliss. All this was so mesmerizing that one can start living in such moments. I really felt connected with nature. Nothing was extrinsic. The silence which in general is a precious commodity these days was in abundance. No stereo, mp3, MTV, or spiritual prayers and holy chanting from the temple nearby seem to exist. This silence gives you an extraordinary sense of fulfillment. And to quote the person I don’t remember ‘For a moment, there is no need to question, there is no need to answer, and life is understood.’ Such was the moment. In case you didn’t get try this out one morning.

Soon something bright red grabbed my attention. It was sun. It was sun, it was the very same sun yet it seemed so different with a coat of mist on it. I wish I had a camera with me. It seemed to have been thrusting cool rays of light instead the regular once that warm and fatigue you up. Only a winter morning could offer you such a sun. The semicircle modified itself in to a complete circle spreading across vibrant colours that changed plumes of clouds. You for a moment forget everything, all your tensions, worries, home-work, assignments, projects, deadly deadlines, TV programs that you need to catch, your own inability to better yourself, the competition around, politics, bomb blasts, protests, down sliding economy, bleak job prospects. You simply live in those few moments. The quality of those moments is not quantifiable. It’s supreme. I thank creator for creating nature and such mornings.

Adios!

The FACT that Gazi is...

Gazi - the buzzword- is not only a multitalented, multifaced and multinationalism embodied in a physical body, who we address as Gazi, but also a phenomenon, a force to reckon with, and everything under sky- in short. Gazi was introduced to me as a fakie, hate-monger, serial abuser but he turned out be - in Wodehousian phrase - "Gentleman's personal Gentleman." Those images were shattered brutally- as they should have been. And with time, I learned what real Gazi is all about. He's cool, he's macho, he's sexy, he's machismo par excellence. He's "everything" - wodehousian again.

On this horrendous cremation err.. occasion let me have the privilege to bring a lesser known fact to light, that Gazi was Knighted. Not many know this, but its a fact. Facts never change even if they are fabricated and self proclaimed ones. They hold a quintessential rationale and consistency that logicians dream of. So the day was when a-nobody compared to Gazi- Indian author ( Salman Rushdie) who claims to have been awarded Booker's was knighted by British. That very day, that very moment, with that very instinctive impulse Gazi declared himself of being Knighted. The British had to accept it unless they wanted to swiftly make it to heaven or hell. That very moment has been etched in world history. It was in fact turning point of globe- as it turns daily. That day has gone down in the annals of history. From then on, his excellency is addressed as Sir. Gazi with due respect. Now teachers teach it in the class 5th. Mothers across globe narrate legends of gazi, which are passed on through generations to generations, they get modified a bit, polished a bit, but what doesn't chage with time is Gazi and his immortal greatness. Long live Gazi, we all genuflect him- everyday.

Some facts you ought to know.

Gazi is suing Myspace for taking the name of what he calls everything around you.

Gazi destroyed the periodic table, because he only recognizes the element of surprise.

Gazi can kill two stones with one bird.

Gazi wrote an autobiography....it was just a list of everyone he has killed.

Gazi bites the hand that feeds him and eats their entrails.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. A Gazi a day kills.

Gazi uses red hot lava to moisturize his skin.

Gazi Buillt Mount Everest with a bucket and spade.

Gazi invented the apple.

Einstein's original Theory of Relativity was; if Gazi kicks you, your relatives will feel it.

In Asian markets Gazi's urine is worth $400 per ounce.

Genie turns "2"

Many Many Happy Returns of The Day


The journey has been long, controversial, full of disputes, agony and ecstasy. Yet I say, it has just begun. Hope we see many more years of meaningless ramblings, aimless accusations, thoughtless fights and meaningful recovery. Wishing everyone, and I mean members that made OG what it is today, to the members that are active. I also, would like to thank Black aka Blackie aka Naveen for making OG.

End of Saga. Junta goes gaga!

Usually, we (the people) are encompassed by mild sadness, when TV shows ends. This phenomenon is also observed when; we near the ending of a book (mainly fictional) or end of a journey or even a sporting season. Ends, in general, also evoke nostalgia as one recollects the past. The latest edition of Olympics got concluded in a glossy ceremony in Bird’s Nest National stadium at Beijing. I wished, it to continue for some more time. Satisfying human greed and wants is not possible. Dissatisfaction with ones procession is one trait, which virtually drove humans to what he is today. However, the logic of dissatisfaction can’t be extended here, as making athletes work for longer duration would corporeally emasculate them. It’s neither intended nor desirable.

Now, let us look at few not-so-good things. In this relatively big world, there are programs that make us glued to our television sets, and also there exist programs which provoke you to hurl that tiny electronic gadget in your gentle hand which controls your television, at it. These shows make you pray, “God, when shall this end?” Here, I would like to introduce to our subject of post; ‘Splitsvilla.’ Yes! You got it right. ‘Vodafone MTV Splitsvilla’ is name of the show. Of late, a trend has emerged in electronic media that entitles main sponsor of any show to get its brand name prefixed to the real title of show. There is ‘Amul- Star Voice of India,’ ‘Lux- Junoon kuch kar dikhane ka’ and 10 such other shows. This trend is not our issue, but I mentioned it here as concluding with a trend wouldn’t be a desirable trend in itself. Let’s comeback to subject of our interest. Splitsvilla, which got aired for 15 plus weeks on MTV, can be summed up as IGNOBLE. But, here, let me oblige myself with some castigation and an objective critical analysis of the subject. Also a single word description for a 15 week show would be gross simplification.

Well, let’s learn the concept first. Over years, I’ve seen scores of shows across genres. But Splitsvilla was different. Or should I say, ‘Made to look different.’ There’s a villa called Splitsvilla, where 20 girls live together (lesbians can have great time there). And, at some distance, two guys. These guys happen to be ex-participants of popular MTV show Roadies. Roadies is a hit show. Brain child of producer called Raghu Ram at MTV India. Whatever, the show initially attracted many viewers including many people at OG. Many members loved to hate it. I strongly believe Raghu needs counseling. This guy shaves his head often to give him a Stone Cold kind of look. However, he fails. Miserably. May be, his kids make a better use of his head and make picture perfect landings of their toy planes. In a desperate wannabe attempt, he shot a video, where presumably-hot chicks fight over to get their men. He also got done a music video with car wash to pool seduction. It’s a classic case of ‘Promo passed but the product failed.’

The show began on morally corrupt note. Female participants introduced themselves, all of whom claimed to be teenagers. Heck! Most of them did make that claim. Whatever. The point I’m trying to make is, they did not fit into definition of what they clamed to be. They knew, no one will ask them a date-of-birth certificate. And, is it difficult to produce one? The incumbent UPA government makes tall claims and promises. Ground reality remains indifferent. Splitsvilla contestants seem to take inspiration from UPA. It ain’t bad through.

Each day, the anchor would come down to villa, somewhere round the morning. Wake the contestants up. The anchor (Ran Vijay) too is an ex-roadie. Yet another ..?? Something here makes me feel, Roadies is sort of a HR process cum so-called reality show. They spot talent (god knows of what kind) and also make money by airing the show. They can take Indian audience for granted. Let MTV show crap thy, shall watch it. So, the anchor would wake them up and have “Bajate Raho Session.” Please don’t ask me what Bajate Raho means. It’s some kind of interdisciplinary competition among the contestants. Losers go on a date with the guys. Winner gets to talk to one of the guy, on phone. No points for guessing the phone was a Vodafone. Ha ha ha…... You have the liberty to laugh while reading. The show went on smoothly. I presume so, because there were no extra efforts made on part of producers. Which only happens when TRP’s plunge. One of my friend informed that, Raghu was on show, he changes few rules. Morally corrupt, again. Darn! You don’t change rules in the middle. It’s like cricketers playing soccer after an innings coz it suits the new rules better. On a different note, there are rumors that Raghu has been approached by internationally acclaimed Apollo circus. They want to display him. A feasible business model, I say. It went on. I stopped watching from the very 3^rd episode out of boredom, hence can’t provide you the subtle insights. Pardon me.

The reason why a product/entity becomes boring is 1) Its abundance 2) Its bore by nature. Splitsvilla was both. They would air it 3lac 573 times a week. You tune-in in the morning and it’s on your screens. You tune-in in the night, its there. Watching “Ram Gopal Varma’s AAG” is worthier. The irony of the situation is, people would still watch, no matter what come their way. I could bet my bottom dollar on it. Now I understand why those social scientists talk about unemployment.

I did not bother to watch the finale, like previous episodes. But I’m happy that it’s over. Alas. However, if this post evoked some amount of interest in you regarding Splitsvilla, do Google for results. History repeats is self. Some wise man said this. I’m in toto with him. Historically, television shows have thrown unexpected and undeserving winners. Take for example, Indian Idol, Abhijeet Sawant won. Had he deserved, he would have been topping charts across. He isn’t. Similar things happened with other shows. The only shows that give true and deserving winners are quiz shows. So, I get a sense of déjà vu, again an undeserving person shall win. I don’t who won. Raghu has for some time been destroying the brand name and brand image created by Cyrus. Fully missing “Fully Faltoo” and “Bakra.” Ok! After throwing book at Raghu and MTV, let me also say this show ain’t worth your salt. I’m not betting on wrong horse. I’m Gung Ho it ended. I’m Gung Ho it ended. Yaay…!!! End of Saga. Junta goes Gaga!

‘Reality of Reality’ next.

Adios!

Exploring Love

Its 11 pm in the night, everyone in my home is asleep and as I write these lines, I ponder over a different question that is not related to love. Something thought provoking. Why do we do things? Why do we over and again come and login to Orkut? Why do we create threads? Why do I create polls? All of a sudden, I don’t have justification to my actions. It’s kind of sinking to know you make efforts for things that don’t have any outcome. Someone who walked 10 miles only to reach nowhere, I’m under possession of similar feel. Whatever, I’ve learned, such feelings are momentary and fade as time passes. Ok! Your patience is commendable as you read till here without entertaining any second thoughts to read further. The feeling of sinking, void etc.. were evolutionary products of a poll where I asked Genians ‘What is Love?’ It happens to be genesis for this post. No more nonsense, please read on.

So what is love? A generic term? Something essential for living? Wastage of time? Wastage of money? Time pass? Sex/lust/unholy stuff that we must keep off, simply attraction or something else. These were the options, accompanied by a not so related ‘Kill the poll creator’ option. Unfortunately or fortunately, I was the one who created the poll, hence was ready to sacrifice life. Dumb you! Virtually (One of my professors in engineering pronounced it as Vertually… vir-tually, which sounds funny. Trust me). Voting hasn’t stopped, but most of the active members out there have exercised their franchise to vote.

Here is a snapshot of response.

25% of the respondents feel love is something extremely essential for living. While 21% want the poll creator (I) to be killed. That’s serious lack of concentration. Poll creator getting killed 7 times. Man! Where is the world leading to? 9% of the sect says its wastage of time, money, sex/lust/unholy, time pass or something else that’s not offered to vote on. A mere 6% say its attraction. WHF? Why do all the morons in love banter ‘I’m attracted to him/her’ all the time? If its not attraction then what is it. The respondents fall in 18-30 years category.

Comments by members:

Aditya can’t hold his joy that he took part in a poll and posts a smiley (big smile) as a comment. I’ve heard a phrase; ‘Silence can be virtue, sometimes’ but this ain’t that sometime. B.T.W Aditya clicked everything the poll had to offer. Is he a confused kid?

Diimaan who now sports a weird DP, which I believe is a still form some Hollywood flick says “kill him kill himm…” It seems his adventure with typos shall never end. He wants to kill the poll creator. He used a confused smiley to begin and funny smiley to end his comment. He too seems to be confused.

Aravind who I fondly address as Tiger thinks “Love-Each and every body Has their own Statement......That depends upon their heart and Mind set....Each and every stage of Life.....You Have to Love to live...That's it....”

Jhumki, who is one amid junta that wants poll creator to be killed, reacts to Aravind and says “ARA!!! This is the most difficult question in the entire f***in universe!!” Is it so? Is love so incomprehensible and beyond human limits to answer?

However, if you were to take my opinion, love isn’t that difficult to make-sense-of. To put in the words of Lisa Hoffman "Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important." I guess most of the respondents had their loves picture somewhere in back of their mind as they responded, and responded in context of male-female love. There are few others too, which we incessantly ignore like; love for country, love for parents, love for friends. And yes, I do think attraction plays a larger than presumed role in love. Love also makes one tranquility deprived. Now I feel like a love-guru and a feeling of self moronification has sunk in. Its sort of natural alarm that starts tickling when I go beyond my civilized limits. All those greeting cards and novelty companies watch out. Eehhhhh…..


Adios!

Why Did Chicken Cross the Road?

Many of you readers may have come across this question in past, why did chicken cross the road? Few try to find answer to this intriguing question. Few rubbish it instantly. While few others say “This is not a question”, Oh yes! Any thing doesn’t become a question just by adding a question mark at the end of a sentence. Even this argument seems logically sound, and leaves little space for counter questioning. Now you may wonder, this moron should talk about the topic now, and prove the point he intends to, why did chicken…? Have some patience. Sooner or later I would come to the point. I have to. Else I would eventually make an ass out of myself.

I was snarfing one afternoon, and clicked one of the bookmarks on my system. That took me to a website called philosophynow.org. I know few of you may be giggling by now, or smirking at least. Anyways, an article titled ‘Food for Thought: Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens’[1] grabbed my attention. I began to read it. The author mentioned a link[2] as a follow up, which I happen to click. And was pleased to learn how intellects across disciplines and time reacted to the question. From my personal favorite Albert Einstein, Karl Marx, Nietzsche, Douglas Adams, and Emily Dickinson to people who I don’t know and don’t care about. While reading, the thought of starting a thread[3] on similar lines popped up my brain. It would be interesting to see how mortals at O.G react to the question. What kind of reaction would they come up with. Who came up with weirdest reply? And a few more unanswered questions. Replies started to pour in. I myself would have reacted a very simple manner, and would reply “May be it had some job on the other side” or “For the sake of fun” nonchalantly.

Here are replies made by Genians.

Jhumki says: “Because chicken wanted to go the other side.”

Shakthi who changes her (yes it’s her) DP (display pic) and DN(name) twice a day for no special reason instead of replying reacts to Jhumki’s reply and says: “no matter y Jhumki’s intellectual”

Shweta one of the smartest (she is) of the lot copy-pastes reactions of few celebrities, politicians which includes few names from the original list of intellects. Though a deviation her post made an interesting read.

Diimaan laughs at Shweta’s post and post: “LoL”

In the mean time I appealed junta not to read Shweta’s post and reply making full use of their mental faculties.

Shakthi uttered in: “to make u ask such stupid questions...”

Nishant too replied: “..to mate on the other side..”

Prabhu, another smart member known for his occasional appearance as much for his witty posts said: "Shweta's answer: The chicken crossed the road, errrrrrrrrrr, i don't get into debate

Bonnya's answer: the chicken crossed and got freedom from the male-chauvanist

Krati: the chicken merely followed (fe)minister of anti-malism, Bonnya

Shakti: the chicken saw parle-G on the other side of the road, tan ke SHAKTI, man ki SHAKTI

Black: It saw the handsome Black on the other side of the road

Gazi: Crossing the road is the only way of reaching the almighty, its written in curan


sab ke baare mein ab likh dunga, tu kal road kaun cross karega ”

His post made Aravind and me laugh. Others were lazy enough not to post their laugh.

Then Prabhu made a incomprehensible post, which including Prabhu cannot make sense of said: “satyamev ghussa dilatey” Anyone who know what it is please contact us. We are ready to pay you for decipher job.

Jhumki, who was enraged at Nishant’s post said: “Nishant: Chickens are Kids!! They dont mate.”
“I think we should let the chichen tell us.. why it crossed the street...”

Aravind dazzled at Jhumki’s post asked: “Who is the chicken out here...?”

Shakthi found some time now and laughed at Prabhu’s post. Also did she ask Prabhu how would diman, Jhumki, tasneem, amit, toney, adi .. etc would react.

Diimaan’s answer was: “chicken crossed teh road to drink teh mutton soup...” Don’t ask me what ‘teh’ is? May be, its fashionable replacement for simple ‘the’.

Shweta reacts to Prabhu’s post: “@Prabhu, hey, i'am not lk that?!. Though u did correctly put in the rite reactions”

Blackie congratulated Prabhu on his path breaking post: "too good prabhu !"

‘Suspicion has no medicine.’ Said some wise man. No one posted this. Adi for some unknown reason suspects that I and Prabhu are Blacks fake. Prejudice, I say. I quickly managed to quote Albert Einstein; “Common Sense is a collection of prejudice acquired at age 18.”

Then came reply from our young member Toney, who said: ”the chicken didn't cross the road... there was a tear in the space time fabric and it got zapped along with all the floatsam and jetsam... and appeared on the other side of the road... it never really crossed the road... ”

“the more the things change, the too much they remain same” Was Prabhu reaction to Adi’s suspicion.

Adi all of a sudden puts in this: “main yaha koi panga toh nahi le raha na ”

Black to popped in and addressed Adi’s concern: “ Im the biggest fake orkut has ever had, im sure about that , im definetly not what im here, and people who've met me in real can validate my claim ”

Diimaan hummed for self satisfaction. And the thread is DEAD now.

I’ve tried to make this post as authentic as possible. Here are the link that inspired me to start the thread and link of the thread itself.

1. Food for Thought: Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens
2. Why Did Chicken Cross the Road ?
3. Thread on Orkut

Adios!

What is Orkut Genie?

I believe, you got to know what O.G is before you gather momentum and ease yourself to read one of the posts on this blog. So O.G is a community on Orkut for like minded people to chill out. We are a small group, but we have fun. BTW O.G was created on 1^st October, 2006 at 2:17pm. Thanks to Orkut for keeping track of all such information. And the owner seems to be Black. Yes! The gentleman likes being called Black. May be out of some dark desire. However it doesn’t bother any of the members (including me). As I write, community home page says currently there are 3588 members. The number has been consistently plunging of late, and is a major concern for one of our younger members called Toney. On a contrary, O.G has attracted new members who are active. O.G is also known for its anti-sanity outlook.

Here, a wide range of topics are discussed. But sex seems to the dominant premise. Genians are also accused of indulging in senseless debates like ‘Who came first, Egg or Chicken?’ How the hell is one gonna justify on internet? Or prove what came first. Above all what difference it makes? Sadly no one appreciates my sanity, which has an insane purpose. May be that’s reason form what I’m doing now. Leg pulling is full time profession of few people at O.G, so be cautious initially. Enter at your own risk, I ain’t accountable for any mishaps. I will try my best to keep you updated with the happenings at or hub. I would like to write more, but mood isn’t favorable.

Adios!