An Evil Dark Lord making his "Point"

--- with permission from the Dark Lord, I present to you, the brand new, improved version of our diabolic Dark Lord resurrected back from the infernal flames into his consummate satanic regality, but this time with a fiendish cunning. Heroes beware, the bad just got evil...The Evil Dark Lord ---

Being an Evil Overlord was a good career choice. It pays well, there are all sorts of perks and you can set your own hours. However every Evil Overlord I've read about or seen during my adolescence invariably got overthrown and destroyed in the end. I've noticed that no matter whether they are barbarian lords, deranged wizards, mad scientists or alien invaders, they always seem to make the same basic mistakes every single time. With that in mind, allow me to present...

The Top 17 Things I'll Do as the next Evil Overlord:

1. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.

2. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."

3. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.

4. I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.

5. All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.

6. I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."

7. Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.

8. I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.

9. I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)

10.I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.

11.All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.

12.I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.

13.If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.

14.When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.

15.I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.

16.If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.

17.My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.

Muhaha (keeping it short as mentioned in point 7)

U just have to read this

The bestest poem i've read

http://nehu.blogspot.com/2005/07/memories.html

Primary Colors

---had a tiff with deepak the other day about the primary colors. I was of the opinion that RBY are the primary colous and he bet on RBG. The kit-kat we bet never saw the light of the day coz it turned out that both of us were right. If you consider the paints and colors, then RBY are considered primary whereas if you consider wavelength of light, RBG form the primary ones---
---A poem to toast you deepak---

:Point of Color:
Red, Yellow, green, blue...
All colours of different hue...
Which are primary from these three...
Spectrum says deepak and pigments says me...

Both seem right...
From where they stand...
So lets stop this fight...
With a kit-kat in our hand :D

Drifting Ahead...Away

Drifting Ahead...Away

A trickling smile on your face,
A sparkle in eyes which once seemed effaced.
This whole glow never seems to fade,
Feels more than just this when you get placed.

But there's also a corner, a nook, a void,
The one that says that something is not right.
There will be a loss in all that it brings,
And suddenly you twitch coz you feel a sting.

With feelings going numb, you look at the clouds,
Not to inquire or raise a doubt.
You just keep looking ... looking about...
And then again you look at the clouds.

Little Honey

----- Had a conflict with your parents? Tell us about it…Well that was what we were supposed to write about… but I guess my Reynolds™ had something else in mind. Here goes nothing -----

Little Honey

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Why don’t they agree the first time itself? Don’t they understand it yet; they can’t win against me. Then why go through that whole drama of throwing tantrums and making a scene in public. What would the onlookers think about me! Had I been in the movies I would have been skiing on dollars right now, but that android on the top of that shelf is worth all that money to me for now. So here goes…

Scene 1.

Take 1.

What!! Just 2 minutes. I had not even warmed up. All that effort to prepare the right strategy, to give the perfect performance, all gone to waste. I should probably sue them for this. But later. I have to give a name to him right now.

Hmm… Dr. Doom. That sounds kinda cool. Right! Dr. Doom, your journey to space, fighting good and super heroes, blowing down planets… Yeah! Your future sounds promising.

Mom and Dad look in a slight foul mood. No problem. I know how to fix that up. I’ll complete that ABCD… thing I have been keeping on hold for so long. That will definitely cheer up Mom. Dad just needs a tight hug. He’ll have kisses to go with it today.

I love my parents.

A vivid memory

And there i was standing on stage; half giggling, half performing; oblivious to the eyes looking aghast at my behavior. It was a singing competition after all. But I guess that’s the child I was; carefree, jovial and ever shielded by innocence, something that got lost with those wonder years.