So here I was, typing haiku in my frend's Scrapbook and I thought, "Gee whiz, its been
a long time since I typed a post. Lets be lazy and post the haiku here."
So here's my more um, modern haiku. True blue haiku fans, don't even bother. You won't like what you see here.
If you don't know what haiku is, here's a long detailed boring explanation. Or you can read the first two haiku.
Haiku is easy.
Just stop at the seventeenth
syllable, retard.
One more point to say:
Exactly five, seven, five
syllables per line.
Such Emo Lyrics
And beautiful melodies,
Linkin Park kicks ass.
Carnival of Rust
Amazingly easy chords
But bloody hard riffs.
Such a cool surprise,
Ian McKellen is back,
The Hobbit Movie.
The victim screams out
His throat is sliced and blood flows
So beautifully...
(Macabre, innit?)
Elton John is gay
He gets it in the backside
Stupid homo fag.
Phoebe and Rachel
Monica, Ross and Joey
Get bored by Chandler.
A long hollow stick,
Arrows dipped in curare.
Fun way to hunt, eh?
Simon is a pain.
Mucked up hair and dumb accent
Thinks he's so damn cool.
Sad Soap Operas
Drive me to the arms of sleep
The OC is dumb.
"Where my money at?"
Sing Wyclef, Akon, L'il Wayne
Their song gives me hope.
A mike and guitar.
An audience to listen.
What more could you want?
Barack Obama
He WILL belt the shit out of
Hilary Clinton.
"Doomnik", they call me.
Mallu pronounciation
Screwing up English.
If and when I think of more, I'll put 'em up.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
I'm An Orkut-Basher-Basher
As in, I bash orkut bashers.
I'm pretty pissed off with newspapers right now. Every other day, I start the day, get the paper, look at the headlines and start steaming pretty much around then.
Why is it that these newspapers *cough*Bangalore*cough*Mirror*cough print something against social networking sites every single damn day?
How desperate can you get to print something?
I mean, you guys must have profiles on Orkut. You realize that you're basically helping get Orkut banned? A few months from then, everyone will be thinking, "Oh man, If only I could somehow network socially..." and then, everyone who were on Orkut is gonna migrate to Facebook. Don't get me wrong. I like Facebook (Except that feature that lets you see only friend profiles. That makes no sense.) but imagine getting all the 'i want frandship' people from Orkut on Facebook. Jesus Christ.
And the stuff they actually print about sites like these...
'Social Networking Sites Haunt of Shady Communities...'
God, so what? No kid (or anyone in their right minds for that matter) is ever actually going to go to these communities. Let despos have their weird perverted fun, there's no law against it, right? Besides, why would anyone try to find naughty stuff through Orkut when there are so many blindingly obvious sites to find them? (I'm not gonna mention any here. I'm gonna try and keep this blog as clean as possible. :-D )
And the worst part is those dumb opinion polls.
No one who's actually on a social networking site writes in. The only people who do are people above the age of 35 who can't tell the difference between a PC and a PS3. I'm serious. They send some dumb shit like, "Only those good at academics log into such sites..."
That one sentence tells you this guy has never been on Okut himself.(Or joined, and immediately started pestering some poor girl with 'frandship' requests, got abused by her and her friends, and vowed to never login again). If he had, you'd think he would have noticed communities like 'Failure club' and 'back-benchers society'...
Besides, anyone with half a brain can see they charge premium rates for those opinion messages. They're basicaly raking in the moolah while people message in, feeling flattered that the newspaper wants their opinion.
So, BM editors/journalists/newspaper people, I know you're reading this (You probably do google blog searches for 'Bangalore Mirror' everyday,don't you?), please, please stop complaining about Orkut. Start stuff like a Sunday column about cool bands/artists. And please replace that Mutts comic strip with Calvin and Hobbes. C&H on Sundays too, replacing that weird 'Apartment 3G' or whatever.
Oh yeah, and my humble apologies to everyone insulted in my last post. I was just slightly tipsy which probably made me type the way I did. My apologies to the PU Board, 17-year-olds, quadriplegics, otters, quadriplegic otters and Salman Khan (still think you're a fag though, Sallu). I would have deleted that post, but I'm not really serious about all these apologies anyway.
Till next time...
I'm pretty pissed off with newspapers right now. Every other day, I start the day, get the paper, look at the headlines and start steaming pretty much around then.
Why is it that these newspapers *cough*Bangalore*cough*Mirror*cough print something against social networking sites every single damn day?
How desperate can you get to print something?
I mean, you guys must have profiles on Orkut. You realize that you're basically helping get Orkut banned? A few months from then, everyone will be thinking, "Oh man, If only I could somehow network socially..." and then, everyone who were on Orkut is gonna migrate to Facebook. Don't get me wrong. I like Facebook (Except that feature that lets you see only friend profiles. That makes no sense.) but imagine getting all the 'i want frandship' people from Orkut on Facebook. Jesus Christ.
And the stuff they actually print about sites like these...
'Social Networking Sites Haunt of Shady Communities...'
God, so what? No kid (or anyone in their right minds for that matter) is ever actually going to go to these communities. Let despos have their weird perverted fun, there's no law against it, right? Besides, why would anyone try to find naughty stuff through Orkut when there are so many blindingly obvious sites to find them? (I'm not gonna mention any here. I'm gonna try and keep this blog as clean as possible. :-D )
And the worst part is those dumb opinion polls.
No one who's actually on a social networking site writes in. The only people who do are people above the age of 35 who can't tell the difference between a PC and a PS3. I'm serious. They send some dumb shit like, "Only those good at academics log into such sites..."
That one sentence tells you this guy has never been on Okut himself.(Or joined, and immediately started pestering some poor girl with 'frandship' requests, got abused by her and her friends, and vowed to never login again). If he had, you'd think he would have noticed communities like 'Failure club' and 'back-benchers society'...
Besides, anyone with half a brain can see they charge premium rates for those opinion messages. They're basicaly raking in the moolah while people message in, feeling flattered that the newspaper wants their opinion.
So, BM editors/journalists/newspaper people, I know you're reading this (You probably do google blog searches for 'Bangalore Mirror' everyday,don't you?), please, please stop complaining about Orkut. Start stuff like a Sunday column about cool bands/artists. And please replace that Mutts comic strip with Calvin and Hobbes. C&H on Sundays too, replacing that weird 'Apartment 3G' or whatever.
Oh yeah, and my humble apologies to everyone insulted in my last post. I was just slightly tipsy which probably made me type the way I did. My apologies to the PU Board, 17-year-olds, quadriplegics, otters, quadriplegic otters and Salman Khan (still think you're a fag though, Sallu). I would have deleted that post, but I'm not really serious about all these apologies anyway.
Till next time...
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Getting Older
Whoo...my birthday's comin' up next month, and boy, am I excited or what? The answer is 'what'. 17. Big effin' deal.
By the way, don't ask why I've abandoned my blog for 2 whole months. It, like every other part of my life I have to explain, is a long, long story. Let's just say it involves exams, Mangalore, Christmas, more exams, practical exams, and making e-cards for a very good friend's birthday. It probably goes without saying, but Pre-University College life sucks balls.
Or an even better excuse: I was on Sabbatical. lol, that reminds me,
Joey: Ross lost his job.
Ross: Hey! I'm on Sabbatical.
Joey: Don't bring religion into this!
Yes, I still watch Friends. So sue me.
Anywho, let's go back to the topic, so you can listen to me grumble and rant about my birthday.
What's so damn great about being 17 anyway?
I mean, you're not legally old enough to drive, you have exams throughout the year with no shortage of people round you telling you to 'study, study, study!!'. I mean, jeez dude, gimme a break already! Just a year ago, I had my ICSE boards. (If I remember right, I wrote about it in my first post.) Back then I was told (by evil people with nefarious purposes, no doubt) that if I didn't get above 90% in ICSE, I would be a homeless, stinky beggar/hobo. Oh, and that I wouldn't get a seat in a 'good' College, but if I did get good marks, I would never have to study hard again. Well, I got 86% and ended up in a 'good' college, with the nerdiest combination possible (PCMC) with people who had, like, 60%. Now, they tell me, to get above 95% (Notice the extra 5%?) to get into another 'good' college. When does this ever end?? Am I doomed to be writing exams for the rest of my youth?
Whoa, I'm veering off-topic.
Aside from the not-old-enough-to-do anything-legit is being emo. I'm an emo kid as it is, and 17's like the peak of teenage emo-ness...Trust the same people who don't like teenagers to make us feel more emo than ever.
Now, If only I was 18...
Yes, I know this post makes no sense and sticks to the topic about as much as a quadriplegic otter sticks to your ceiling. So sue me.
On a side-note:
This is a picture of Salman Khan that appeared in the Bangalore Mirror.
This is a very very bad edit of the same picture showing what Salman would look like if he had pigtails and wore ladies' clothing.
I couldn't help it! He looked so girly....What kind of fag wears earrings on both ears anyway? People, keep in mind, this guy is how most Indians would define as macho.
Until next time...
By the way, don't ask why I've abandoned my blog for 2 whole months. It, like every other part of my life I have to explain, is a long, long story. Let's just say it involves exams, Mangalore, Christmas, more exams, practical exams, and making e-cards for a very good friend's birthday. It probably goes without saying, but Pre-University College life sucks balls.
Or an even better excuse: I was on Sabbatical. lol, that reminds me,
Joey: Ross lost his job.
Ross: Hey! I'm on Sabbatical.
Joey: Don't bring religion into this!
Yes, I still watch Friends. So sue me.
Anywho, let's go back to the topic, so you can listen to me grumble and rant about my birthday.
What's so damn great about being 17 anyway?
I mean, you're not legally old enough to drive, you have exams throughout the year with no shortage of people round you telling you to 'study, study, study!!'. I mean, jeez dude, gimme a break already! Just a year ago, I had my ICSE boards. (If I remember right, I wrote about it in my first post.) Back then I was told (by evil people with nefarious purposes, no doubt) that if I didn't get above 90% in ICSE, I would be a homeless, stinky beggar/hobo. Oh, and that I wouldn't get a seat in a 'good' College, but if I did get good marks, I would never have to study hard again. Well, I got 86% and ended up in a 'good' college, with the nerdiest combination possible (PCMC) with people who had, like, 60%. Now, they tell me, to get above 95% (Notice the extra 5%?) to get into another 'good' college. When does this ever end?? Am I doomed to be writing exams for the rest of my youth?
Whoa, I'm veering off-topic.
Aside from the not-old-enough-to-do anything-legit is being emo. I'm an emo kid as it is, and 17's like the peak of teenage emo-ness...Trust the same people who don't like teenagers to make us feel more emo than ever.
Now, If only I was 18...
Yes, I know this post makes no sense and sticks to the topic about as much as a quadriplegic otter sticks to your ceiling. So sue me.
On a side-note:
This is a picture of Salman Khan that appeared in the Bangalore Mirror.
This is a very very bad edit of the same picture showing what Salman would look like if he had pigtails and wore ladies' clothing.
I couldn't help it! He looked so girly....What kind of fag wears earrings on both ears anyway? People, keep in mind, this guy is how most Indians would define as macho.
Until next time...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Fun Things to do at Garuda
For all you non-Bangaloreans, Garuda is one of the biggest malls and definitely funnest in Bangalore.
Here's my list of funnest things to do in Garuda.
Go to the 5th floor, and jump over the railing. There's that safety net just over the ground floor, so you won't suffer any physical harm. I'm guessing the feeling is better than bungee jumping, because, for one thing, there's no cord attached to your ankle. I'm betting you can do this at least twice before getting chucked out.
Everytime you go into Garuda or Inox, when the security guard's checking you're bag, say "nehi, bhai, nehi, andar bomb hai!"(Don't, bro, don't, there's a bomb inside!").I've heard you can be chucked in jail for this, but those security guys usually just smile, go on checking and say something very witty in Hindi, which is very sad, because I can't understand it.
Buy a nice scary costume(preferably glow-in-the-dark), like a skeleton with fangs or something, go into scary house, go a bit inside, change into the costume, and go around with a plastic knife, scaring the shit out of those guys dressed up as ghosts, demons and what not.
(I'm really planning to do this sometime, but lack of a good skelly costume prevents me from doing so...If you're gonna do this, all I ask is that you have a friend with you who can videotape the whole thing.)
Sit on one of the benches on the ground floor and rate the babes passing by...This works best when you have a friend with you. Yeah, I know its sexist, but then, no one's keeping girls from doing the same thing to guys, so...
(All credit to this goes to Mario and Vicario)
Go to Inox, sit at the back, and when the lights dim just when the movie starts, scream "Blind! Blind!" or do a really blood-curdling scream if you can. This always gets a few laughs or chuckles. For some reason though, it doesn't work in PVR and Innovative, probably because the people there are too snobby and too dumb respectively.
Go to the elevator, go to the guy inside and tell him,"5th floor".On the way, pretend to have an argument with your friend over whether you really want to go to the 5th floor. Just when the doors open, tell the guy, "no no no, Ground floor only". Repeat this twice or thrice. This works best on weekday mornings, when there aren't many people around. The best part is, technically, you're not doing anything wrong.
This one is a joke on that lingerie store in the 1st/2nd floor. I'm calling it the lingerie store, because I keep forgetting what its called. Get a pic of a dog or a cat standing on its hind legs, photoshop ladies' underwear and that lingerie store logo in the corner and take a glossy print-out. Go to the store with a friend, show them the pic and rant and scream about cruelty to animals, PETA, SPCA and the Bangalore Mirror. Make sure they don't have the time to think. Just do it and get the hell outa there. I'm pretty sure this has some legal effects, so...
Go to Amoeba. See those Air Hockey tables?
This is an Air Hockey table
Lots of people never play till the puck goes into one of the goals. they just leave it on the table when they're time runs out. Wht you have to do is wait till someone actually comes to play, and just before they reach the table, start playing with your friend WITHOUT putting cash in it. If you and your friend are good enough (or bad enough) to play without scoring, you can piss of a lot of people. Remember, if one of you actually score a point, the puck stays inside till you put cash in, so DON't score any points.
If you're in the Food Court and its crowded, or even if you just feel like it, walk around the tables(with a friend), talking about really disgusting stuff like baby shit or vomiting mexican food or something else like it. You'll get a table for sure.
Watch a movie at Inox, and during the intermission, go to that place they sell popcorn and Coke and stuff. Make sure You're the first in line and your friend is behind you. Take a long time choosing("I'll have a...no, wait, mebbe a coke and..no, no cash, why not......") Meanwhile, the guy will try and take you friend's order. Make sure your friend does the same thing. Do this for exactly 2 minutes and 20 seconds. Then order, and go back to your theatre. Since the intermissions are very short at Inox, this will make sure no one else in the line gets to order.
I'll update this list as and when I think of more.
edit: Woohoo! This post was published in the Bangalore Mirror! November 30th, Page 13.
Here's my list of funnest things to do in Garuda.
Go to the 5th floor, and jump over the railing. There's that safety net just over the ground floor, so you won't suffer any physical harm. I'm guessing the feeling is better than bungee jumping, because, for one thing, there's no cord attached to your ankle. I'm betting you can do this at least twice before getting chucked out.
Everytime you go into Garuda or Inox, when the security guard's checking you're bag, say "nehi, bhai, nehi, andar bomb hai!"(Don't, bro, don't, there's a bomb inside!").I've heard you can be chucked in jail for this, but those security guys usually just smile, go on checking and say something very witty in Hindi, which is very sad, because I can't understand it.
Buy a nice scary costume(preferably glow-in-the-dark), like a skeleton with fangs or something, go into scary house, go a bit inside, change into the costume, and go around with a plastic knife, scaring the shit out of those guys dressed up as ghosts, demons and what not.
(I'm really planning to do this sometime, but lack of a good skelly costume prevents me from doing so...If you're gonna do this, all I ask is that you have a friend with you who can videotape the whole thing.)
Sit on one of the benches on the ground floor and rate the babes passing by...This works best when you have a friend with you. Yeah, I know its sexist, but then, no one's keeping girls from doing the same thing to guys, so...
(All credit to this goes to Mario and Vicario)
Go to Inox, sit at the back, and when the lights dim just when the movie starts, scream "Blind! Blind!" or do a really blood-curdling scream if you can. This always gets a few laughs or chuckles. For some reason though, it doesn't work in PVR and Innovative, probably because the people there are too snobby and too dumb respectively.
Go to the elevator, go to the guy inside and tell him,"5th floor".On the way, pretend to have an argument with your friend over whether you really want to go to the 5th floor. Just when the doors open, tell the guy, "no no no, Ground floor only". Repeat this twice or thrice. This works best on weekday mornings, when there aren't many people around. The best part is, technically, you're not doing anything wrong.
This one is a joke on that lingerie store in the 1st/2nd floor. I'm calling it the lingerie store, because I keep forgetting what its called. Get a pic of a dog or a cat standing on its hind legs, photoshop ladies' underwear and that lingerie store logo in the corner and take a glossy print-out. Go to the store with a friend, show them the pic and rant and scream about cruelty to animals, PETA, SPCA and the Bangalore Mirror. Make sure they don't have the time to think. Just do it and get the hell outa there. I'm pretty sure this has some legal effects, so...
Go to Amoeba. See those Air Hockey tables?
This is an Air Hockey tableIf you're in the Food Court and its crowded, or even if you just feel like it, walk around the tables(with a friend), talking about really disgusting stuff like baby shit or vomiting mexican food or something else like it. You'll get a table for sure.
Watch a movie at Inox, and during the intermission, go to that place they sell popcorn and Coke and stuff. Make sure You're the first in line and your friend is behind you. Take a long time choosing("I'll have a...no, wait, mebbe a coke and..no, no cash, why not......") Meanwhile, the guy will try and take you friend's order. Make sure your friend does the same thing. Do this for exactly 2 minutes and 20 seconds. Then order, and go back to your theatre. Since the intermissions are very short at Inox, this will make sure no one else in the line gets to order.
I'll update this list as and when I think of more.
edit: Woohoo! This post was published in the Bangalore Mirror! November 30th, Page 13.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Why music is good for you. Or rather, Why music is not bad for you.
I'm feeling very philosophical (and pissed off) right now, so I guess its a good time to be writing this post (Since there are the chances that this might be a very important psychological paper in the years to come). Why do Old people, Parents and generally everyone above the age of 35 think Rock, Hip-Hop and other forms of good music is bad for you?
It's rebellious?
Well, d'uh its rebellious! Didn't they listen to Elvis Presley and the Beatles back in the 'good old days'? I bet shit like that was considered rebellious and radical when their elders woulda wanted them to listen to Beethoven and Bach? New forms of music are ALWAYS considered rebellious.
So?? Half the people who listened to Beethoven and Bach are deaf right now anyway. Hell, I've heard Beethoven himself was deaf. If we're gonna go deaf anyway, there's no point in worrying about it. We might as well enjoy life. Its like making hue and cry over microwaves.
This is a Hearing Aid. Old people use it to eavesdrop on you.
It induces violence?
Let's get this straight. Violent people listen to rock. Its not the other way around. People who listen to rock are not necessarily violent people. I mean, look at me! I listen to Eminem and Linkin Park. And other rock. And other rap. Now look at my picture.(Its on the right of the screen you're looking at). Do I look the least bit violent to ya? Hell, I'm often at the receiving end of violence! Personally, Linkin Park's raw energy helps me stay outa violence. Whenever I'm pissed off, I go straight to my room, close the door, put my speakers on full blast and play something like One Step Closer or Runaway. After about 20 minutes or so, I'm feeling a whole lot better and come outa my room grinning like a Cheshire Cat. At times like this I feel Simple Plan wrote Welcome to my Life keeping me in mind.
Linkin Park. \\m//
Rock controls our minds?
No, it doesn't!! LP is only when I'm feeling the mood for some fast, heavy beat. The rest of the time its Daniel Powter,Red Hot Chili Peppers or Wheezer. After LP's Minutes to Midnight album released, I don't even listen to other music! Old albums for bad moods, New album for good moods! LP's become synonymous with Music!
Music is a way to get away from the harsh realities of life. Who can blame us for wanting to get away?
It's rebellious?
Well, d'uh its rebellious! Didn't they listen to Elvis Presley and the Beatles back in the 'good old days'? I bet shit like that was considered rebellious and radical when their elders woulda wanted them to listen to Beethoven and Bach? New forms of music are ALWAYS considered rebellious.
Elvis and The Beatles: 'REBELS'??
It makes you go deaf?So?? Half the people who listened to Beethoven and Bach are deaf right now anyway. Hell, I've heard Beethoven himself was deaf. If we're gonna go deaf anyway, there's no point in worrying about it. We might as well enjoy life. Its like making hue and cry over microwaves.
This is a Hearing Aid. Old people use it to eavesdrop on you.Let's get this straight. Violent people listen to rock. Its not the other way around. People who listen to rock are not necessarily violent people. I mean, look at me! I listen to Eminem and Linkin Park. And other rock. And other rap. Now look at my picture.(Its on the right of the screen you're looking at). Do I look the least bit violent to ya? Hell, I'm often at the receiving end of violence! Personally, Linkin Park's raw energy helps me stay outa violence. Whenever I'm pissed off, I go straight to my room, close the door, put my speakers on full blast and play something like One Step Closer or Runaway. After about 20 minutes or so, I'm feeling a whole lot better and come outa my room grinning like a Cheshire Cat. At times like this I feel Simple Plan wrote Welcome to my Life keeping me in mind.
Linkin Park. \\m//No, it doesn't!! LP is only when I'm feeling the mood for some fast, heavy beat. The rest of the time its Daniel Powter,Red Hot Chili Peppers or Wheezer. After LP's Minutes to Midnight album released, I don't even listen to other music! Old albums for bad moods, New album for good moods! LP's become synonymous with Music!
Music is a way to get away from the harsh realities of life. Who can blame us for wanting to get away?
Monday, August 27, 2007
Mallu Physics
What's with Mallu (Malayali i.e. Keralite) Women and Physics?
I've had one of them teaching Physics ever since I was 11 years old, til now, where 2 of my Physics teachers in college are Mallu...That's basically the whole of my Education in physics...
Don't get me wrong, I'm not being racist or anything...Some of my best friends are Mallus...
What irritates me is that they always talk with this horrible accent...
Like,"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" becomes "Doe kigk broon foox joombs ovur do loazy doog".
For years, one of these teachers have been calling me Doomnic...DAMN, that's irritating!
And of all the subjects, why Physics?
For years, I've been listening to explanantions of the "Simbul Liver"(Simple Lever) and the "Pooleece System"(Pulley System)...
It's no wonder so many people flunk Physics...
I've had one of them teaching Physics ever since I was 11 years old, til now, where 2 of my Physics teachers in college are Mallu...That's basically the whole of my Education in physics...
Don't get me wrong, I'm not being racist or anything...Some of my best friends are Mallus...
What irritates me is that they always talk with this horrible accent...
Like,"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" becomes "Doe kigk broon foox joombs ovur do loazy doog".
For years, one of these teachers have been calling me Doomnic...DAMN, that's irritating!
And of all the subjects, why Physics?
For years, I've been listening to explanantions of the "Simbul Liver"(Simple Lever) and the "Pooleece System"(Pulley System)...
It's no wonder so many people flunk Physics...
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Eragon Skywalker?
See the similarities?
So here I was, watching Star Wars IV (Or if you look at it chronologically, Star Wars I) for the first time, and I felt that somehow I'd actually watched all this before. However, I didn't realize how, where or why I felt this way, until I saw Eragon. Then I realized that half the storyline was exactly the same! (Well,almost exactly the same..)
There are so many things common, it makes you wonder...
- Both Eragon and Luke never knew their parents.
- Both the guys' moms died when they were babies.
- Both of them were brought up by their uncles.
- Both meet a mysterious old geezer.
- Both of them walk out and return to find their house gutted and uncle killed by 'the forces of evil'*.
- Both leave the place they were brought up in, never to return again.
- Both get a shiny sword from Mysterious Old Geezer.
- Both discover 'the force within them'.
- Mysterious Old Geezer teaches both of them how to use 'the force within them'.
- Mysterious Old Geezer dies halfway through the first movie/book.
- Both find out at the end of part II that their dads are/were the bad guy.
- Both go to some wierd place to complete their training and learn from another wierder geezer who speaks philosophical shit all the time.
- Both are trying to overthrow the emperor and end his 'regime of terror'.
- Both rescue a damsel in distress in Part I.
- Both join a 'resistance' to overthrow the emperor.
- Both suddenly realize that one of the people they've hung out with for a long time is their sibling.
- Both their dads are the emperor's flunkies.
- Both their dads were originally good guys, but were 'turned to the bad side' by the soon to be emperor.
- Remember Mysterious Old Geezer? Turns out he and Eragon and Luke's dads were pretty close before they 'turned to the bad side'
Its a wonder George Lucas hasn't noticed this. How do we know he hasn't noticed this? Because if he had, he'd be suing the pants off Paulini and not trying to make another *sigh* Star Wars movie.
* Here, and in the rest of this post, everything in inverted commas is meant to be spoken in a deep, booming sepulchural voice, with just a hint of sarcasm in it.
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