If "ifs" and "buts" were candy and nuts, wouldn't it be a Merry Christmas?

Its Christmas,
Doesn’t feel so without our Christmas tree in the vicinity.. had to leave it behind when we shifted, it had grown in tremendous proportions. So, besides that, there are no gifts from anyone, and I am tired after a 150 km bike ride. Let me explain.
So the day started as any other Saturday would, me getting up 7ish cursing my project leaders, managers & colleagues and then realizing it was Saturday and getting back to the comforts of my razai(blanket).. anyway the entire day passed by watching TV, checking mails( too many automated greetings I say ) and most importantly eating food..
So it was evening and I met up with few of my friends at brigades, went to a restaurant to eat ( it’s the purpose of survival ) and sat right across a few drunk men…
Now I don’t know about u, but I find drunk people pretty amusing.. and being the person who doesn’t drink [read loser] that much [read broke] I take my ‘highs’ watching others in their momentarily lapse of reason.. and I take my pride in making fun of them the morning after ( generally afternoon by the time they get up ), in case u want a few “drunk” stories I’ll be more than glad to share.
As much fun it was watching him, we gobbled up our grub and head to the church. By the time we reached there the crowd was scarce.. but building up rapidly.. and this being next to the catholic club, the ‘all-night-party-animals’ were present there.. and I still wasn’t sure if my handkerchief had more cloth then two peoples clothing combined [and this was the church mind you]..anyhow after mass.. we headed towards our bikes, filled em up with fuel [ god it costs like 50 rs here ] head out towards ‘Nandi Hills’.
Its about 60 km, approx, from Bangalore, well if one doesn’t consider that we missed the turn and went about an extra ten. It was cold, and wearing two shirts and a heavy jacket was still not enough. We were freezing in the cold, and luckily spotted a tea stall open. [ it was about 2:30 AM ] had a quick tea.. maybe coffee, we are not really sure..and head towards the top of the mountain.. it was just too exciting, cool wind in ur face, visibility down to a zero[heavy fog] and gravity opposing you.. reached to the top only to find out the ‘gates’ would open only at 6 am , so we had a 3 hour wait, so what, we didn’t come here for nothing.. We opened a packet of chips we purchased at the tea stall.. it was open yet no one was taking a chip, it was too damn cold to take your hands out of ur pockets.. yet the brave souls [read fat asses] risked frostbite and hypothermia and started eating.. fog was building up and temperatures were dropping by the minute, and it was too too quiet, a sharp contrary to city life, its then we decided that v couldn’t stay up there much longer [ now that the chips were over ] and decided to head back.
If is fun riding the bike when u can see zilch.. and actually stopping to ponder upon where the road was. Regardless, we reached the foot of the hill, a journey of about half and hour, atleast in one single piece. Then on it was a cold ride back home, freezing temperatures, high speeds, it’s a wonder I can type now, for the fact that they had gone num in the morning..
Reached home at about quarter to 6.. just about the time the ‘gates’ were supposed to be open.. didn’t even think what it would be, if v stuck around there. Slept long, just woke up in between for the cursing and swearing.. Cold, tired, 150 kms, and Christmas has just begun…

Merry Christmas one and all, to you and your loved one(s)… May the warmth of this festive season bring comfort and joy in your heart. Here’s wishing you a bright, happy and prosperous new year.

Here is a story u might wanna disregard.

Theory - women are dumb.
Materials required - positive IQ

Preface -
Being in an environment where females are considered 'bugs'...not 'bugs' as in slimy, repulsive eight legged things, but 'bugs' as in blood sucking, sleep depriving creatures. Somewhat like mosquitoes, cause i still don’t know the purpose of the existence of mosquitoes on this planet, do they serve any good purpose? Coming back to the dumb women part, i quite apologize for this big generalization, the fact being that this concept of "dumb women" came about with my own personal experiences and stories of my friends or my friends friends. but mind you, these all come from highly reliable sources..so they can be treated as good as if it happened to you.

I know i cant base my theories on the few dumb women i've met.. but in a sea full of fishes, if u swimming for two decades and see only green fish, u tend to think each and every fish in the sea is green*.

Now now, dont get me wrong, i am not saying that all men are born geniuses or something.. but the fact being, leave out George Bush and u can safely say that all men have an IQ above their shoe sizes..Of course there are exceptions to every rule, but i wont go into that.. that is a new post altogether.
As every theory in physics has substantial( lovely word eh? ) proof associated ( I promise I didn’t use thesaurus, I am using notepad ) with it, so to support my proposition ( man am i on a roll or what? ) here are some snippets you ought to know.

Proof -

Man - can I have your snap?
Dumb woman1** (DW1) - why?
Man - So I can send it to Santa.
DW1 - So sweet of you.
Man [confused] - Huh?
DW1 - It’s so thoughtful of u to send it to Santa so I get good gifts for Christmas.
Man [still confused]

Few hours later on the phone with someone.
Man - can I have your snap?
Dumb woman2** (DW2) - actually I don’t have one snap right now. I have one in which I look slightly fatter.. And there is this other one where in I am wearing a red dress but the background is not nice.. Another snap of mine I'm wearing a shirt which doesn’t match my pants.... [3 min later at a break for breath]..i have a normal snap. I'll get [friends name] to scan it and send it to you... But why do u want it?
Man - I want to send it to Santa.
Dumb woman2 (DW2) - But why Santa?
Man [out of words] - here talk to DW1

DW2 - what was that about?
DW1 - nothing they were testing their pick up lines.
DW2 - Really? Oh I didn’t get it.
DW1 - Neither did i.. Oh we are so dumb..
[laughter]
DW1 , DW2 - A@#$fgdf GF@#$df DG@#$Fdfbg DFvf$%^DFG fgD#$%FGdfg DFG#%DFjtyju^
Man [To himself] - Isn’t that my cell? DAMN!!

Dumb Women3 **(DW3) - I came to your house, the other day, but u weren’t at home.
Man - Which day?
DW3 - Friday evening.
Man - No, I was at home.
DW3 - But ur bike wasn’t there
Man - So? I had given it for servicing.
DW3 - Oh ok.
Man [confused] - Wait let me get this straight, you came 5 odd kilometers out of your way to meet me, then u came till my doorstep and not seeing the bike u left without ringing the door bell.
Dw3 - Yeah I tho...
[loud sounds of screaming muffled the voices]

But don’t get me wrong, not all women are dumb.. serious. there's got to be someone who doesn’t lower the average IQ of an uninhabited furnished room when they walk in..Take for e.g. that chick who invented penicillin, then again.. didn’t she die because of the 'research' she was doing?
But hey, giving credit where its due, women have scaled to the top in every aspect of life, business,IT,civil.. even space. Last i heard there was this Indian born woman going to space, I wont talk about her, its ill to talk about the dead they say ( may her soul rest in peace, Amen )

Conclusion - Some women are VERY dumb, and the others are men***.



* I used green, it could as well be yellow or black..

^ Its the merger of two women complaining at the same time, if u can’t understand it, then you are male.

** Being a work of fiction, these instances don’t represent any individual alive or dead, and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.#

# Yeah Right!!

***The above conclusion doesn’t hold good if any of the following events are reported to be true,
Newton actually died because he was standing below a coconut tree testing gravity.
You can read this inspite of being the president of the United States.
The first man on the moon was actually a woman. ( This point is still under controversy )
Thomas Edison actually preferred candle lit dinners.
Alexander Graham Bell got calls from telemarketers.

But guys, don’t be happy yet, thank your lucky stars that women cant tell one end of the remote to the other.. if the women were'nt that dumb, I don’t see a point why they would even consider dating someone like you… so all said and done.. And I seem to have said a lot of stuff.. We all are happy women are that way(atleast most of them).. As the age old saying goes, cant live with them..cant live without^^..

^^I mean, how can a fish live without a bicycle...

I'm not a poet , this aint a song..

Its not the past , it’s the history..
Its not the laughter , it’s the
fun..
Its not the ride , it’s the company..
It wasn’t the distance , it
was the journey..
Its not how you look , it’s what you feel inside..
Its
not about holding hands , it’s the warmth of the touch..
Its not about
making friends , it’s that connection with someone..

Its not about money
, it’s what ya gonna do with it..
It wasn’t about jealousy , it was about
avoiding pain..
Its never why , it’s always why not..
It shouldn’t have
been about the kisses , it should have been the closeness..
It was never
about the song , it was only the words..
It wasn’t about the love letters ,
it was just the way I felt..
It wasn’t about love , it was love.

The world is more like it is now then it ever has been before

Had a few days leave, so was upto no good... just lying in my bed, TV, bag of chips and my new cell... in case the word hasn’t spread, I bought a Nokia 7610, black and red.. Apart from the sexy looks it has, its got a whole load of features.. surfing has never been so much porn fun before..
So as I said I was upto no good past month or so.. fell sick so many times.. I’m already into next year with my leaves at work.. so it was just my bed, my TV and my cell...
Has anyone noticed how many ads seem to be displayed on out television screens lately.. of a 30 min soap, I get to watch 10 min of stupid ads about some freakin aerated drink I’m supposed to buy cause some stupid sports/movie star was heavily paid.. all they end up doing is making a complete ass out of themselves..Take for e.g. the new pepsi add, the one with SRK acting like that snake charmer, someone please do me a favor by explaining that add to me. I haven’t seen a more idiotic add than that.. coke did a good thing by completely stopping airing their ads few months back..and just for that I drink only coke nowadays..With 60% of the population around the poverty line, I think companies like pepsi should do more than coming up with idiotic dumb phrases like "oye bubbly" ... if only I had a cent for all the times I’ve abused the advertising geniuses of pepsi..
Ok now I’m not saying that all adds on TV suck as much as Pepsi’s... there are a few creative people around.. sprite used to do well mocking pepsi...(though I have to admit its not that tough)... but haven’t seen an add lately..maybe they followed coke on no stupid ads..not too sure..
but I have a few favorite adds.. you might remember a hot woman, wearing a black dress sitting at a café. I’m sure u'll recollect the add when u hear the words "One black coffee, please"...Lately there haven’t been so many good adds around, though MasterCard always comes up with a good one here and there...there are something’s money cant buy ( yeah, I hear you.. don’t believe you )..
Incase one wonders why I’m taking about advertisements so much..here is why.. 24 hours in a day.. 8 hours sleep, remaining 16 hours TV.. of which 6 hours are ads..so there u have it..1/4th my day I’m watching commercials..
As for pepsi, I am not going to drink another sip, unless they stop their stupid adds.. hope many people follow..
I thought I was the only one feeling like shoving that bottle up Pepsi’s creative geniuses rear ends..then a small search around google reveled that there are many like me..
If you have jobless people in your workplace, you would have got this awesome forward.. this short kid goes to a soft-drink machine.. puts money in and gets one pepsi can, he does it again.. picks them up, arranges them on the ground... then the next scene shows him standing on the two cans putting money and pressing the coke button...which was obviously too high for him to get to before..Now thats great advertising...pity they cant telecast it.. if I were the CEO of coke.. I would stop all stupid ads for a whole year.. then play this add on tv..and give pepsi the money saved in that one year when they sue..maybe thats what they are doing.. its been over a few months.. we’ll wait n see.. its worth the wait..

Another series of stupid ads are from pizza companies.. Anyone knows someone who dances around after ordering pizza? Or does anyone know anybody who orders two pizzas to impress the girl next door? Get creative people.. what the *%$# does "basi dhekela" mean anyway.. and for the information of the general public.. last 4 times I was in pizza hut.. there was no "stock" of freshizza... yes those were the exact words.. sorry, no stock.. I though they make the dough after you order..how can there be stock then? And yes.if I want to get fresh, I generally take a bath..not eat pizzas.. wanna get fresh? indeed..
And don’t even get me started about the shampoo commercials.. the way they portray their product..i don’t use it and its a big surprise that I’m not bald or dropping snow flakes off of my head..

Hey what's up with those hutch ads? where ever you go our network follows? They have the most shitty network service.. half the conversation goes in 'hello-hello.. can u hear me?' What if there are two people standing at the same place..and one of them goes away, if the @$%#@$ network follows him.. what the hell is the first one supposed to do?? guess that explains the service..atleast they have a cute dog in their ads..but i guess they can double up their subscribers by replacing the dog with a semi naked woman..

I found a way to beat the system.. I stopped watching adverts… what do I do when they annoyingly pop up on my TV screen? I switch channels.. that’s what everyone should do.. stop watching adds.. The break is generally 2-3 min.. so u can switch back in time.. or u might end up watching something much better than what u were originally watching.. win-win situation..

So all I’ve been doing is complaining that adds on TV suck.. many of u might be thinking.. ok, lets see you come up with something better..
Since I hate pepsi, I wont do them any favors of coming up with decent ideas..let them stick to the "oye bubbley"...can someone believe that they actually thought people would buy that cd they came up with titled Oye bubbly.."Commercials use ugly stereotypes to appeal to the lowest common denominator" says the creator of commercialsihate.com. Amen to that. you wont find any Indian ads there, but the sentiments are the same..Pepsi actually thought someone would pay 150 rs to buy a pathetic cd with stupid songs (oye bubbley included) when people think twice before buying their 10 rupee beverage..
Enough said..here is the add for MasterCard...
Scene : A young couple..
Voice over :
One short skirt and a tight top 940 rs
Trip to the lake in her favorite car 560 rs
A romantic dinner under the moonlight 1820 rs
The look on her face when you pass the bill to her.. priceless
There are something’s money cant buy....

As for many companies in the likes of Pepsi. that’s one giant leap. Backwards.

A tear falls forever, inside a broken heart.

The two of them met on the dance floor, the music softened, the lights grew dim, he asked her, “Could I have this dance please?”. He didn’t have to, she was all his. She didn’t say one word, just looked into his eyes. He knew the answer.
He held her hand, took her to the middle of the floor, he held her so close that he could hear her heart pounding, so loud that it masked the sound of music. They didn’t need a song, the rhythm of their hearts was music enough. But nevertheless he started singing to her. She held him closer, the warmth of his breath made the hair on the back of her neck stand.
His hand on her back and hers on his shoulder. He was wearing a black suit, she was draped in red silk. They danced to his song. The crowd around them separated giving them room, but they didn’t need any, they had all the room they needed, never did either one ever feel so comfortable, as they did now in each others arms.
The dance floor atop the cruise liner was among the finest on this planet, sea on all sides, lights of the harbor at a faint, safe distance away. Cool wind blowing on this moonlit winter night. The stars shining in their sparkling sensation. The cruise was coming to an end, everyone in a blissful mood. The slow revolutions of the disco ball adorned the space with colorful polka dots. The spot light was searching for a couple.
They moved in such perfect harmony. The world was their stage for that instant, but they couldn’t be concerned any less, they had their entire world in their hands. Atleast for now.
As he continued to sing, meaning every word he sang, she wanted to cry, he sang so beautifully…but how could she show the hurt and the pain she was going through? She was brave, very brave… The song ended, the dance seemed to last an eternity for them, but it was only for a few moments.
He missed her, he missed her way too much, the worst way to miss someone is to hold them in your arms, knowing you can't have them.. They had to go their separate ways. The way he figured…if you love something so much you only have to let go…and if its meant to be, life would fall into its place.

But somehow this time he knew that it wasn’t meant to be, atleast he didn’t see her coming back. He knew it was the last time he would hold her so close…the last time he could hear her breathing, the last time looking so piercingly at her, that he could see the angel of an soul she had. It was the last time he would feel the softness of her touch, the last time to feel the warmth of her heart… It was probably the last time he’ll ever see her.. but one has to let go…he had to let go..
She pushes her body close to him, he holds her tighter. Their lips meet…for those few seconds all their worries dissolved, creating an eternal bond, they close their eyes for a brief moment, just to savor this timeless masterpiece of an instant, to etch it into their memories..
Opened eyes, gazing dreamily at one another, they stepped apart… She says “I’ll never forget you”… He stands there mystified… he wants to say so many things… he wants to so badly apologize, to tell her that he was sorry for everything.. but there was so less time, she looked at him one last time as she turned around the corner, the tear drop from his eyes replaced a thousand words he could have ever said…she looks away.. mumbles in her heartrending breath.. “I’m sorry too” …

I'm spending a year dead for tax reasons.

I started working on the 8th of July, well this is kinda like my first job, if you don’t count the part time things I used to do. I mean, frankly, charging your mom to eat her cooking was just too mean, but hey, it was hard earned money… The company I work for ( well not so much work as sitting, acting busy, drinking cappuccinos and café lattes ) decided it was time to teach ‘freshers’ about money management.. and so we had a seminar on taxation and benefits.

I learned two things sitting there,
1- The difference between tax exemption and tax evasion.
2- It is an absolute must to visit the rest room and then attend a 2 hour seminar.
After a great deal of explanation, it was an no-brainer that tax evasion was illegal, some various examples were cited..in the pretext of telling us what not to do, but from where I was sitting ( extreme end ) , I could see the slight wink every time he told us something illegal.
Thus we had my dad signing a receipt for rent for the house I live in, its just plain simple-fool proof, my parents charge me to live in their house. How hard can it be to explain it to the I-T dept if at all I am caught? Apart from all the illegal methods I came up with he told us, there were some actual legal stuff I could do, to avoid paying those greedy govt. officials, but I still don’t understand as to why I cant write off my shopping expenses and restaurant bills, aren’t those the most important things in life, roti-kapda-makan? But no, exotic trips, cars, travel, insurance, all were important..but not my food! Another thing I don’t understand is the major hype about life insurance... some people are proud to insure themselves for millions but at the end of it all, they don’t get the money, their family( or in some cases their pet ) gets the money, frankly speaking when I go( go as in die ), I want my family to be sad and to cry, and bagging say half a million will definitely make them list the pros and cons(the cons being minus half a millon) of me being alive, now wont it??

But the way I figure it, if I spend all my money as soon as I get it, the ‘guys’ cant ask me to pay them, cause, hey, I have nothing to offer! Its either that or go to the Himalayas and renounce the world, then come back a year later, write a book about the things you learned ( or make them up ) and hey, instant fame, fortune and funds ( my favorite f’s.. n for your information my favorite B’s are beaches, beer and beds [I sleep lots] )

All in all it was a decent seminar, at the end I had just one doubt I had to keep to myself due to reasons, the doubt being “Is there anyway I can end up paying more tax than what I earn?”…He left us with the caution that we should declare our investments/expenditures and then at the end of the year produce bills to support the same, being the spontaneous / at-the-moment person, I am not really sure on what I will spend my money on..so I think its really unfair of them to ask me…and thus I concluded ( in the words of Oscar Wilde) that I have nothing to declare except my genius…

Chewing is an exercise right?

Yeah I started working on the 8th of this month, not so much as work as eating and drinking on the campus, well here’s how my daily routine goes ( warning, contains a lot of eating , so people on a diet, I suggest u click on one of the ‘blogs I read’ link and continue there, but for the brave heart and grumbling stomach, here goes )

6:00 Am – ( Rrrrrriiiinnngg , tring tring ) My alarm clock and my mobile go off simultaneously (not a mere coincidence I may add, I just set it that way) , my hand has accustomed to the swift motion of switching the knob of my alarm to off while that of my mobile to snooze, in less than a hundredth of a second…

6:40 Am – My poor faithful cell phone keeps reminding me to get up from my lazy butt, but the hand is faster…

6:45 Am – Finally my sweet ol doggie ( please don’t mistake words like doggie to mean small, she’s a huge great dane ) after her tiring morning walk starts her process of waking up the neighbors and their dog, and it inadvertently wakes me up too..

6:50 Am – I take the long walk upstairs to my room, I generally end up sleeping downstairs cause that’s where the TV is.

6:54 Am – Yes I am finally upstairs ( 4 min u think eh!!! U try and climb 18 stairs early morning ) , switch on my computer and on comes winamp.

7:00 Am – I start brushing, it generally takes a lot of time, mostly cause the brush doubles as my mike. And there's the daily mail check too.

8:00 Am – After a lot of hassles and major decisions like which pant goes with which shirt, or which hair gel with which perfume, I am finally ready.

8:08 Am – I put my head gear ( my mp3 player’s headphones and helmet ) and head to office it generally takes around half an hour with decent traffic. But yes I am in the process of finding the optimum route and time to start to reach just 2 min before break-fast is served in office.

8:39 Am – Just in the nick of time, the office canteen timings for breakfast are 8:20-8:45, so I generally end up hurrying through the long lawn and swipe in my card ( I have to put in 46 hours of work weekly )… I mean come on, I wont eat b-f there on ‘my’ time, now would I?

9:00 Am – After a relatively light breakfast ( generally 3 courses in my office ) and nice coffee, I am at my desk.. I switch on the computer and wait for it to boot up.

9:08 Am – Finally I press ctrl-alt-del to log on, and first thing, go to the intranet and check the menu for the day. Then I check my mail, lots of rubbish, project manager sends his specifications .blah blah… nothing cool ..

9:45 Am – Its hard work trying to look busy, but where in all I’m doing is opening a lot of programs and pressing alt-tab whenever someone walks by.

10:00 Am – I get a mail/sms from a colleague to come for coffee, its just a few meters away, a huge coffee vending machine… you have about 10 different coffee and tea options…

10:50 Am – Loads of kick from caffeine and a lots of gossip and its back to alt-tab, someone mails letting the ‘freshers’ know about some 1hr talk on some thing we couldn’t care less about, but as the manager says, its mandatory to attend, we all find our sorry asses at the designated room

12:15 Pm – That moron took longer than was speculated, so he got a bad feedback..

12: 20 Pm – Its back at the canteen, this time for a full fledged 4 course buffet meal, generally seating is hard to find so one generally ends up sitting not where one wanted to, for example I found myself sitting with senior executives who were discussing about a project I was apparently a part of, and I couldn’t relate to a word being said..

12:45 Pm – Lunch gets over pretty quick, and since there is a 2 hour lunch-break window, all of us find ourselves right across the street in the biggest shopping mall in the city..

[The author realizes that here onwards a sudden switch from first person to third person mode has taken place for no apparent reason, and since the lazy son-o-a-b that the author is, it wouldn’t be changed]

1:30 Pm – Back at the desk, its time for mail checking and hoping the person you’ve been eying for the entire week has replied to your mails, the excitement is endless, and when you find out you have received a mail from your project leader to attend another lecture.. one just wants to cry.

1:45 Pm – Seated at the conference room ( they don’t use the word classroom ) wondering what next, you hear the voice you so badly wanted to hear, ”sorry couldn’t reply, just saw your mail, figured you’d be here… is this seat taken …”
Of course it wasn’t , and a few messages (sms) go out to your colleagues (who were supposed to be seated there) that if they come near you, they would die!!!

3:00 Pm – It’s the official coffee break, where the waiters serve you coffee/tea and biscuits sometime cakes,

4:00 Pm – Lecture is still on, but you don’t mind, you’ve got great company… and mistakenly you forget your writing instrument and have to share it with 'the someone' sitting next to you, only hoping that it doesn’t fall out of the pocket where you hid it..

5:30 Pm – Its snack time at office, everyday a different menu, sometimes apple pie , sometimes plum cakes, or cookies .. We all love it anyway…

6:15 Pm – After the shutdown of the computer, its time to head home, with the headgear back at its place it’s a 45 min dash home,

7:00 Pm – A quick change into shorts and sports shoes.. its back on the roads again… this time to play badminton, ripping through traffic, only to realize that all courts are busy anyway..
patiently waiting for my turn…

10:00 Pm – The court in-charge has to literally drag us outside cause its time to close up…

10:15 Pm – On the road with smartoxymoron, deciding its coffee day (but usually a mix of bakeries, coffee places and ‘chat’vendors) this time..

10:35 Pm – Coffee finally served..glup it down…

11:00 Pm – Reach home, tired, mom realizes how tired I look, and fixes a great meal.. eat every last morsel of it..

11:15 Pm – Its TV time again..

6:00 Am - Rrrrrriiiinnngg , tring tring


For the inquisitive here’s how a general day’s menu looks like

Breakfast- MASALA UTTHAPPAM, BREAD JAM,SAMBHAR,CHUTNEY.
Lunch- KACHUMBER, PLAIN PARANTHA, CHANNA MASALA, WHITE RICE, DRUMSTICK SAMBAR, ALOO CAPSICUM, BRINJAL, MYSORE SOHN PAPDI & ELAICHI BANANA.
Snacks- VEG SANDWICH ASSORTED COOKIES

Don't worry about life; you're not going to survive it, anyway.

I started blogging not for reporting my daily activities, but to spread the word... to make people think outside the ‘box’… to make people realize that the best feeling one can get is not when one receive their pay checks on first of each month, but when they wake up early morning, living their dream... everyone has a dream... some just forget their goals.. or they live someone else’s!!
Choices are many, the safe choices are few… an engineering degree + a software job is the safest of them all… go early morning at 9 and come back at 6, for the rest of your life… many people don’t care, they get $ at the end of the day, and that’s all that drives many…then there is the arranged marriage at 25,26 to someone who is “fair” and “educated”… Kids at 28 and 31… and kids follow up.
What I don’t understand is why people are afraid to think big! Is it so hard to have a dream…what happened to the voice inside you.. what happened to the countless days gone by when u sat thinking … how cool would it be to be singing on stage with million fans screaming your name… what happened to the announcement you were planning to make… “please fasten your seatbelts, this is your captain here” … what happened to the million practices of “ I dedicate this award to my family…” what happened?.. Can you honestly tell me that you actually dreamt of a 9-5 job? Don’t tell me, I know the answer.. you don’t.. so tell yourself, ask yourself… go to a mirror somewhere close by, (and in case u aren’t in the vicinity of one, increase the brightness of your monitor till it starts reflecting)… and repeat after me… “I wanted a nine to five job” & “I am happy with my job” … repeat now closing your eyes… tough right?
Failure is a part of life.. some brave men say, failure is life… there are countless setbacks in each of our lives, but sitting and mourning about it wont help anyone’s causes..

Everything happens for a reason, every event has a purpose and every setback its
lesson… failure, both professional and personal are essential for personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of rewards… never regret your
past, rather embrace it as the teacher that it is…

Believe me there are practically no differences between you and people like Diana, Gandhi, Mother T, Mandela, or the heroes who laid their lifes for their countries..the only difference is that they had a dream, and had a passion...what is your passion?
Just don’t do something ‘cause your parents think u should do so, they just want best for their kids, and what do they now what drives you? Maybe hiking in the Himalayas , or river-rafting in ganges would be the best thing for you… but they don’t know it.. only you do.. having a roof above your head and food to eat are the bare essentials of life. ( clothes to wear doesn’t fit in, cause many “costumes” I see in clubs/parties can be made out of single handkerchiefs and they don’t cost a thing )
You cant blame anyone for your misfortunes, failures… you cant say u are this because ( insert parents/uncles/friends ) forced me to.. you are, what you allow yourself to become…
Take a risk, and by that I don’t mean put all your money on “rising moonshine” ( that was the winner of the Bangalore derby ( horse races ) sometime back . ) no one can stop you from doing something u love… probably the only person who can do so, is you… Just do something that you usually wouldn’t do on a Monday morning, maybe surf in the chilling waters of the ocean, maybe go-carting , maybe a new career… just do something, if not for yourself, at least do it for the person you were 10 years ago…maybe 20… when u used to dream.. when u used to imagine..
Many shirts i've seen say that ‘tomorrow is the beginning of the rest of your life’, do you believe that? Or is tomorrow just another day? Do you dare follow your passions… do you dare live a dream? Do you dare reach your destiny as it was meant to be? Do you dare believe that you can? Do you dare explore yourself? Do You?

In today's world, anyone who is not confused just isn't thinking straight.

I got placed here through college, i finally want to have a career in this field. i got an offer from here, though i rejected it... i got another offer from here, this time for a better post... i accepted it, but in the end i want to end up here. but for the timebeing i am working here, though these people think i will join training in august, and these people think i will work to complete the bond period...
Though i got an offer from here , which is quite related to this. i don't know what to do...i think i will wait and watch!!!
Oh lastly i work ( or atleast eat the canteen food, free. ) here.

ESCHEW OBFUSCATION

If one synchronised swimmer drowns, do all the rest have to drown too?

If you watch WWF, you know what a 'Tag' is. She gave me a list of five questions. So I'll do my best to answer them as honestly as possible (Truth? You want the truth? I can't handle the truth! ) and since 5 are far too less, I'll try to make some up on the way and answer them with the same honesty. Also since I love "Whose line is it anyway" this post goes as a dedication to that show, and I'll make it a point to answer every question with another…(the 'questions only' round in case you are wondering)... So here goes nothing…

 

1. What is your name?

            - If A is D, B is E, C is Z, X is Y, what is GREAT?

2. What have you done in life?

            - Does drinking 6 glasses of water everyday count?

3. Are you educated?

            - Is glass transparent?

4. Do you have a better half?

            - Are you single?

5. Have you been in a serious relationship ever?

            - Are you single?

6. Do you have the 'hots' for anyone?

            - Does M.J love children?

7. What are the two things you want to include in your sex life?

            - Are you implying anything?

8. Describe your most erotic fantasy.

            - Do the words, hill, stars, and solitaire mean anything to you?

9.  Which your favorite restaurant?

            - Isn't one like the rest?

10. Would you get a plastic surgery for kicks?

            - What makes you think I will like that?

11. Have you thought about your future?

            - Is the circus in town?

12.  Do you have bath everyday?

            - Do I look like I need to?

13. Do you like pizza?

            - Does a camel like igloos?

14. Have you ever tried underwear belonging to the opposite sex?

            - Is Paris Hilton a virgin?

15. Would you prefer dining with friends or family?

            - Would Bill rather be with Hillary or Monica?

16. Can you cook?

            - Did the delivery guy die?

17. If you wanted to vomit in public, where exactly would you do it?

            - Why do I always have to decide?

18. Would you rather be rich or in love?

            - Can I love money?

19. Mom or Girl-friends?

            - Hotmail or Gmail?

20. Comment about "love at first sight"

            - What do you think about the phrase "survival of the fittest"?

21. Favorite TV serial?

            - Didn't I already mention that?

22.  Favorite soft drink?

            - Can't we all get along?

23. What soap do you use?

            - Why do people bathe?

24. Thoughts about hairy noses?

            -  Do you really need to know?

25. You listen to music?

            - Does the pope like the bible?

26. When do you sleep?

            - When does the sun rise?

27. Are you bored answering this questionnaire?

            - Yes!

 

English - Who needs that? I'm never going to England! Or am I?

I am writin (note that there is no 'g' at the end, so that makes me "Cool, hip 'n' happening") this post not because I want to, but 'cause I have to! My online blogent suggested that I am losing readership cause of my sad and rarely updated posts. In case you are looking up 'blogent' in the dictionary, I suggest you don't, I just made it up. I'll explain.

You see, I was clicking on the top 'navigation-bar' to go to random blogs so that I can read new stuff and figure out whether I would be caught if I copied some posts directly and spend time on the internet in a constructive manner, most of the blogs that I came across had fonts not found on my computer and I never "Install additional fonts", and those which I could actually read had so many unfamiliar words. I was pretty bored with nothing to do and so I copied the entire texts onto word to find synonyms of god-knows-what-they-mean words. I noticed one thing, none had the red underlining, meaning not one spelling mistake. So I concluded that all the bloggers first write in word, use thesaurus as they please, then copy paste it to their blog. I then realized that blogger gives a free spell check utility, so sweet of them. Anyway, needless to say that half an hour wasted. But that's ok, we have 48 half hours daily.

Remembering this site I saw with this irc conversation regarding time, spending another 1/48 ^th of a day finding it…read on.

<zillion> Dammit. there needs to be more hours in a day. I was thinking.. And it seems to me, that it's possible to make more hours in a day

<zillion> slow down the earths rotational period by making an array of HUGE weights, on elevator like objects, around the entire world, and raising them & lowering them as we see fit.

<zillion> kinda stupid idea.. but it might work.

* RideR slaps zillion silly

<zillion> no really! stand on something that spins. Hold weights in your hands, and start spinning. As you spin, bring your hands into your chest, and see what happens.

<mrdata--> you spin faster

<zillion> You spin almost 2x faster.. seriously.. i might be onto something here.

<mrdata--> I think the figure skaters figured this out already

<RideR> zillion, yeah but do you realize how much rotational inertia the earth has...

<zillion> yeah. but none of them figured out how to make the earth spin faster, now, did they? :>

<RideR> zillion, that would just control how much light we received a day, you would still have to sleep ya know

<zillion> hehe.. then drop the bastiches ;)

<zillion> rider: yes, only an average of 8 hours.

<zillion> we could have longer work days.

<zillion> and add a day to our weeks.

<zillion> have shorter years.

<zillion> age slower

<zillion> longer days = longer nights.

<zillion> but a down side... if we slow earth's rotation down too much, we'd spiral closer into the sun.

<mrdata--> zillion: don't do it! :)

<zillion> I want to talk to someone about implementing such an idea.

<mrdata--> hehe

<zillion> laugh at me will you?! I'll throw this planet into the sun!

<mrdata--> if you do it.. make an X screensaver out of the model ;)

<zillion> hahaha

<zillion> rule.

<zillion> oh man. If I time it right, we could make it so earth colides with venus. then a third planet would probably be formed from the debris.

<zillion> and evolution would have to start all over. but wouldn't have enough time (only ~4.5 million yrs) until the sun becomes a red giant.

<zillion> and we'd all die. earth would be no more.

<zillion> whoa.. I just made a diabolical plan, worthy of any James bond movie! ;)

<zillion> you know! if we time it right, we could swing earth down past Venus.. like, 1 or 2 days before intersection, and slow it down enough, so we could have 2 planets collide with the sun!.. or not. :o

Being one among the smarter (if not the smartest) people on blogspot, I figured it was up to me to come up with new, improved words suitable (or not) for the English language. This is when I came up with blogent.

Blogent – noun

1. A person who acts on behalf of bloggers.

2. A person who manages business, financial or contractual matters for a blogger

3. A person who takes active participation in spreading the word around relating blog stuff.

Plural – Doesn't exist, 'cause no blogger can be represented by more than one blogent.

There you go, my first word!

Deviating a little off topic, did you hear Rita Coolidge's version of words? I am listening to it right now. Did you hear that the lyrics for that song came from her grandmother's uncle's gardener, (uncle as in father's brother and not any elderly unknown person as we use it in India)… it was passed on from generations in the family, then Rita's mom's cook was humming this tune, that's how Rita got the song, she had a lyrics (given to her on her 18 ^th birthday) and a tune. You haven't heard this? Well neither have I, so I guess it's not true.

Also my blogent suggested that I have a more personalized blog, using a personalized menu/template. After hours ( exactly 14min ) of searching, I downloaded a few templates and spent the better half of my day ( that is evening, I like it better than morning, its too bright in the morning ) trying to fix it up. Only succeeded to accomplish it on my Photo-Blog, the tables somehow are allergic to my posts here. Then I spent the remaining part of the evening watching TV.

Cable TV rocks, I have so many channels, few Japanese ( maybe Chinese I don't know ), I don't generally watch channels out of my comfort zone ( BBC,CNN,STAR World, ZEE Café, Travel n[notice the 'cool'ness] living, discovery, history, sports etc ) but sometimes when the net is down, I switch to Japanese (maybe Chinese I don't know ) just to get away from it all.

Since I didn't get the template up as I wanted, I convinced myself that it's the posts that define me and not the look of the blog! Yeah that's it, I don't like grapes, they are generally sour…

Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

A message from a friend,
“I’m off to the airport, kinda sad, kinda depressed. Am leaving behind a family, a family of friends, you’ve been a great friend, Thanks for the great years I’ve had. Thank you.”

Well got me into thinking, why people share such strong bonds, why is parting so difficult, why is goodbye such a hard word to say, why isn’t it see you later, why is it goodbye? Why?

Got a shock from another friend,
“Hey, I’m leaving Bangalore for good, this month end… I hope you’ll come to Hyderabad to visit me… we’ll meet when you come for a holiday”

Yeah I’ll meet you, I don’t let go so easily… have moved so often my entire life, dad being in the army… I was always the kid who was leaving, I was always the one sitting in the car,waving, hoping that I’ll meet new friends, hoping I’ll meet new hearts. Never thinking how those people I was waving to,felt, never wondering how many souls I managed to touch… a few weeks back, I was chatting with this person I knew from so long back, we were recalling our past, she remembered one evening when it was raining heavily, I ran up to her and shared my umbrella, dropped her till her house… I mean it was pretty logical to me, friend in need thing… but after 8 years she still remembers… her house was a little off my route, but I guess these small gestures really matter…

One of my friends told me,
“Hey, guess what, my tickets to Australia have been booked, I’m leaving first week of July”

It’s hard to leave something behind, wondering if you’ll ever see it again, it’s hard to leave something behind, wondering if you’ll ever feel it again…I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again, the world’s not that small a place, I just don’t know. At least one thing is good, everyone’s future is made, all of them know where they are heading, no one is playing with their future like me, for me, I just have to wait and watch.

One of my friends while graduation told the college,
“When I was leaving school, I was almost in tears. My teacher took me to this painting and asked what I saw, I said that I could see a few ships at a harbor. He then asked what I felt was wrong with the painting, I said nothing, cause they really wasn’t anything wrong, the painting was perfect. My teacher then told me, the ship doesn’t belong there, it belongs to the sea… the sea is hard, it is rough, it is scary, the harbor is where the ship is the safest…but the sea is where it belongs”

School was safe for me, college was safer, I don’t know what the world has to offer, but I’ll take what it gives me…
When I was leaving school, it wasn’t too hard, ‘cause I knew, I’ll meet most of my friends time and again, now I just am not too sure… have a few parties the next few days… after that.. everyone’s going here and there, but hey, life starts after college right?( or was it life begins at 30? ) But one thing’s for sure, when I need them, I just got to close my eyes and they will be with me, whenever I need them, I just reach out my hand, and they’ll be here… We only part to meet again...

A forward was being circulated around my college,
“Those late night coffee’s, those nightouts, those internals, those begging for marks, those horrible teachers, those 58 pathetic exams, that tension before results, those boring hours in class, those smses that we all enjoyed during class, those bunking classes, the awful labs, the many fests, the enjoyment… its all gone! Now you’re an engineer. “

Just don’t know how to let go...just don’t know if I want to let go...

The joy of engineering is to find a straight line on a double logarithmic diagram.

Finally it’s done, four years have gone by, its left barely a smile, ending a huge chapter of my life wouldn’t be easy… but it has to happen. Everybody fears change, it’s not always a bad thing… at least I hope so…
Four years have been good, great I would say, I have kept my scores up, got placed … you couldn’t have asked for more out of a B.E degree… but letting go is always so tough, you need something to hold on to… I almost went up to my teacher and asked if I could come back in case I had doubts, which I don’t generally do, ‘cause trust me, that saying “those who can, do, those who can’t, teach” isn’t a joke…

I did say that engineering would have been great, but last few months have been miserable in college… the juniors having so many tiffs with my classmates, so much so that those guys are breaking a 60 odd year old tradition by not giving us a farewell party…One thing they don’t realize is that they will be working under us in the companies that they join ( *evil laugh* )… apart from that, the constant battles with the X, its become a daily affair now… kinda like the daily routine, brush, bathe, argue…
Things escalated to such an extent today that I swore I won’t see that face again, ever! What else could I have given as a birthday present?? Eternal peace! The best gift I could possibly give…

Well technically speaking college is not yet over, I still have my project presentation, and there are high possibilities that I might have to give today’s paper again ( yeah, I didn’t do very well )… but that’s a small possibility… the college is giving a farewell to the outgoing batch, lunch included, but the several lunches I’ve had (for free) from the college was just a small quantity of bisi bele bath and curd rice… but still stealing that one sweet from my classmates plates was always a good challenge ( Oh, and did I mention that we cant take seconds? )… you can always take a new plate and start over again but that behavior results in glares from teachers and often resulted in a decrease in your internal assessment marks… For those of you interested I was(am) doing my Electrical and Electronics Engineering from M.S Ramaiah Institute of Technology…
The Party is on the 8th, but I wont be going, at least I don’t think I want to face you know who there, oh and those interested again, the X is(was) my classmate…and we dated for 2 years, well 1 year and 11 months for those keeping score…

But small issues aside college life was fun, no beer, drugs for me though… first semester was full of “wow check that out” , “ I heard she’s sleeping with him” , “I heard last night he got so drunk that he puked on himself”… second semester was more like “wow check that..who gives a shit” and that drawing subject( I hated that drafter)… third semester involved a lot of basket ball and bunking… fourth semester was Table Tennis / badminton time… fifth semester was the “getting hooked on to the relationship mode” _________________________________ memory lapse. Jokes aside, the journey was bumpy and rocky but what path isn’t … we had lots of fights, lots of tears shed…but somehow the good times, however few they might have been, always outshone the bad ones… there were some really bad times, but we pulled through it… but never once I heard the words “You’ve ruined my life” … I guess it was time to move on, countless apologies later, the dent is still there… I don’t know how I have done so, but…


Few memories of my college days will travel with me to my grave…those last minute assignments, bunking classes, canteen food, trips we took, those power station visits, the countless jokes that ran around, smsing in class, food court, winking games, uno, that last minute studying, complete nightouts, fests, the crowd… well the list is long, but you know what I realized… its not just a few memories I’ll carry with me, its those four years…

It just Goes On

Life has its own strange ways, it pounds you down when you cant stand
straight, it tips you over, when you are about to fall, but one has to be
strong…one has to carry on…
We all need a reason to live… a reason to
believe, we need something to hold on to… someone to hold on to… The Feelings
are so strong that it draws you closer… you could be a million miles always, but
you would feel the hug, you will feel the kiss… one touch of love takes away all your
pain, all the sorrows… fills your heart with bliss…

Days gone by
staring at the empty road below, eternity passed thinking, what if…wondering,
why not… We all have to go separate ways, change is a part of life, change is
life, but we have to carry on the faith, we have to carry on the belief, that
one day we’ll meet again…that one day we’ll love
again…someday.

Time does not wait for you or for me, days pass and
years pass by, you lose your loved ones, you move away from them, your life
changes, friends change, society changes!! But your heart has those precious
moments etched in it, whether you want it or not. It is there! Making you happy
at times when your heart is low, makes it painful at times where you can bear no
more. Your heart has those moments in that corner where no one else can see, no
one else knows what you are feeling…no one knows what you are thinking… They ask
looking at your blank face…and you… you just smile…saying “Nah, Nothing” …

Abandon the search for Truth; settle for a good fantasy.

I've been listening/learning/playing this song, Yaroon, it's a Hindi song, took about one hour to search and download. It was worth every millisecond. The wordings are simply amazing (the guitar cords simple, I like songs like these), I wish I could play the song for you all, but my voice is not the canary-filled it used to be, am down with throat infection again. It’s the kind of song one can so well relate to. The kind of song which brings back so many memories, like the time I caught my first fish back in Shillong, wanted to show off my “catch” so badly that I forgot to reel it in properly and it somehow got unhooked and got away, and nobody would believe me that I caught one. They still don’t. Yet another ‘it got away’ tale apparently… The time when I got my first bike, it was a mountain terrain model, boy! me and my brother rode it till the rubber wore off. The time I climbed on to a horse, rode off into the sunset, the beautiful evenings playing cricket, the time we all went boating when it was snowing. It was so so so cold, but nobody seemed to care, the beautiful Himalayas seemingly took the cold away. I remembered my numerous attempts to be a success at rock climbing, who could have guessed that defying gravity could be so hard.
I was sitting here thinking about my childhood, the setting was so perfect to do so, slight rain, hot coffee, amazing music. I found a wallpaper on google, that I used to have on my comp 6 years back. All my history with this computer returned, the numerous websites I created, the failed attempts trying to get my friends passwords (irrespective of what may be said elsewhere, I don’t do that anymore), the thousands of formats, we’ve come a long way. I have upgraded it a few times in case you are wondering what I am doing with a 6 year old comp.
This song “Romeo and Juliet” by Dire Straits was one of the songs I could relate to so well… I always pictured myself singing this song to my ‘going to be fiancé’ just before the proposal ( that way it would be so hard to refuse ) … the wordings fit so well “I cant do the talks, like they talk on TV, and I cant do a love song, like the way its meant to be, I cant do everything, but I’ll do anything for you…………. All I do is kiss you , through the bars or a rhyme “ … yeah the plan was so superb, till this day when a friend of mine told me that this song was about a prostitute, v had so many arguments about this, no general conclusions could be made, but the charm of the song was gone… if anyone can clarify, please, please do so…
I never realized this, but I loved my past, wouldn’t change a thing about it… hmmm come to think of it, I might just want to be a little extra careful with the fish.

A Love Struck Romeo

I believe the Internet is an information source, not a lifestyle choice.

Here is the deal… I was dead bored today… the boredom continues… a heavy dinner, 3mini pizzas, huge bowl of ice cream and a heavy doze of caffeine (mixed with a little coffee) to keep me awake, for studying, for the test I have to take tomorrow morning…wait… today morning… in 6 hours… I cant sleep, neither can I concentrate on studies… I mean who the hell is going to use the process of inverse Z transform ever?? Not like anyone is going to use Z transform, but at least it was easier… nevertheless I slept on my bed thinking I will get up early and study… that was 2 hours ago… now… I am like a walking zombie who is sitting in front of the computer…

So I was thinking on how to better utilize my time… I have like an hour before I was supposed to “get up”… so I figured I’ll use the time to improve my website… I logged on, only to realize that when I made it last… it was perfect… no other improvements could possibly be made… unfortunately due to my anonymous stance I cant tell you the url… but… take my word for it… It Rocks!

So I decided to come up with many wonderful wacky witty wone (that’s one) liners.. sort of like bumper stickers, only longer.. these are things on the top of my head… might be that I may have heard them elsewhere before… so if you’re placing a claim on anyone of these, then write a detailed description of how/where/what/when you came up with it…the circumstances that led you to that line… any evidence…and no your moms testimony wouldn’t count…and then print the document and throw it in the trash…anyway here goes my attempt to be ever so funny…

1. Mr. Humpty D was pushed…government conspiracy!

2. Nobody dies… everyone is buried/burnt alive!

3. I am not fat! I try my best to fit into my rather large clothes.

4. It was actually a banana which fell on Newton’s’ head!! But the apple farmers had better ideas… they used their marketing skills…

5. There are just 6 colours…anyone (women generally) who thinks otherwise … well they are plain ol stupid…

6. When a milk carton says 25% extra, it means u have 25% more water !

7. When an edible item is mentioned as fat free… it’s indeed correct… they give u fat, absolutely free with it…

8. When a used car sales representative says, “This is the best car in the universe”… before buying it… consider why he does not own it.

9. When buying a new mobile which can store 1000 txt messages…consider this… do u know enough people who’ll send you so many sms’s.

10. Well that’s all I got actually.. But a round figure would bring me peace.. so long folks… wish me luck for the test I have to go through tomorrow… my bench-mates are counting on me… lucky for me they don’t know what I am upto... But that’s just our little secret, shhhhh….

Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.

A simple line by “ Houssaye “ , I don’t know who he is… I do not know when he said it… but when I read the quote… I just sat there… thinking… thinking whom I love…rather what I love…
What am I passionate about? What do I want from this world? I sat there thinking, just one thing I really love… the one thing that would make me complete… no, it is not the “perfect love” . I really don’t know…
Would money make me happy? Maybe, I would never know…If yes how much…( To actually test it, wire donations to visa account no E-39410 ).. a man is never satisfied… I just read my own wish list… the one on the right side menu… I bragged about having “perfect friends” … the “perfect lover” … and you know what… nothing… the love was gone… the friends turned their backs… the two things on the very top of my list… gone … as sunshine on a rainy day… at least my cell was fine ( for people worried about it with regards to my previous post, she handled it well ) … but as I quoted “upgrade my cell” … I couldn’t believe what I wanted… I was so ashamed about what I wanted ( my wish list ) that I immediately took it down.
Awesome marriage, perfect job… now what is perfect? Does a perfect job mean a really good salary? Something you love doing? Something that will put bread on the table? Something that you are passionate about? I wonder how many people can look me in the eye and say “yeah! I love doing what I do… cause that’s my passion… that’s what I was born to do” … I really want to hear that…it might give me some hope. Enough hope that I could say those same words one day to a really confused kid…
I hate people telling me that I work here, I work there, I get paid this much, I am so happy with my new job… it really saddens me ( not because I don’t want them to be happy, but)… these people grabbed the first opportunity they had…never gave their dreams a chance…Could you honestly look into a mirror and say “Yes, this is what I wanted” … I bet you couldn’t. Everybody when they were kids used to say… I want to be a doctor, save people… I want to join the army, protect my country, I want to be an astronaut, see the world from outside, I want to be a pilot,fly into the clouds... How many did follow their dreams? Yeah how many?
I don’t want to be one of them… I want to follow my dreams… I don’t want to play it safe, taking a pathetic 9 to 5 job sitting behind a stupid computer… I really don’t.
I want to give my dreams, my passion, another chance, and then another one after that…

And I sat there wondering what I love so much…the voice inside me reminded me…yeah… I love the sea… I just don’t know why… the first time I saw it ( back when I was 10 on a family vacation ) I just fell in love with it… I couldn’t care less about the pony back rides or the cotton candy or the delicious chaat places that bordered the beach…I just kept gazing at the waters…
It has been quite a few years since I’ve seen the coastline… but the smell of the ocean air… as strong as if it were just following me everywhere… I am not a poet else I would have engraved countless lines about the ocean on a hard wood… poets write so many verses about the sun, the moon, the rain, etc etc… making full use of thesaurus ( :P, I assume )… but not me… if I love something… there is no way a few lines could describe how I feel… no matter how beautifully fabricated it might be.

As the saying goes, “Those who wish to sing always find a song.”… I have a song! I just need somebody to listen… My dreams is to work close to the ocean… as close as it can be… maybe I will… maybe I wont.. However, the truth is… I will keep trying…cause you know…I am not a dreamer.. I just dream………

3 Strikes and you're out! Atleast if you're playing baseball..

Today -
1. Got up at 9:25 when i was supposed to meet my friends at 10 Am
2. Slept for another 30 min figuring that if i am late anyway, let me make most use of my time. :P
3. Took almost an hour to get ready. ( skipped breakfast, the most important meal of the day )
4. Took the longest route possible ( Taking account the fact that it might be less crowded )
5. I was wrong!
6. Reached college only by 11:30
7. Lied to my friends that i was given wrong information.
8. They didn't buy it.
9. Went to a place where they offered unlimited food at dirt cheap rates.
10. Ate a lot. ( what else did ya expect )
11. After that went to this really amazing newly opened coffee shop. The waiters were wearing really expensive clothes.
12. After looking at the menu, i figured that i was somehow paying for them.
13. Drank a lot. ( well this i don't think you expected ) . Played the word building game. Came fourth ( wow clap-clap ) . There were only 6 of us.
14. All this with my 'X' and friends
15. Went 3.5 hours early for my doctors appointment, asked them if they could advance it. ( i wont use the word prepone as it doesn't exist )
16. They didn't. Waited for 1.5 hours for a period of 4 min with my doctor.
17. Came back home and changed and went for my workout ( i needed that ) .
18. Went to sister's house, she recently came back from a trip to Singapore.
19. Who would have guessed she likes chocolates too.
20. Collected all the goodies she got for me.( Food included.. chocolates i mean.. )
21. Spent exactly 2 min on the treadmill. Maybe 3. Didn't time it. Lost 4 Calories.
22. Came back home. Switched on my Computer.E-mailed 'X' . :-) . It was due.
23. Stomach Ache and bad Cold.
24. Heavy doses of 'Pheniramine Maleate'.
25. My Mobile Chat buddy lost her cell.. Can't message her now.
26. Ended up chatting with 'X' .
27. Dropped my cell on the floor. She ( i consider that ) is fine though.Little bruised. But she is a strong girl, she'll get over it.
28. Am Blogging neglecting the fact that i have loads of work to do.
29. Somehow its gonna effect me in the long run.But hey who cares.. Got to keep the fan(s) happy.
30. Its still 9:30........

Each morning as I awaken you're the reason I smile, You're the reason I love.

Today was one of the hardest day of my life... I had to send the following three messages ( mobile text messages ) to all my friends..

" Hey all, Sad news... ***** and me have decided to call it quits.. Not because the love has diminished or something..but..these things happen...We have enjoyed our journey together, and will cherish it all our life. Though we aren't BF-GF anymore, we have decided nothing would change with regards to our friendship..we were and will always be best friends. We both hope that you continue to shower us with your love and support, cause we really need it during this rough time... "

" Though the reality of the situation has not hit us yet.. and we still act like a couple .. heh heh..its tough for a two year learning process to be unlearned in a day.. The people who should know about this breakup have already been told so via sms.. We would really like it if the word doesn't leak out... and also if we don't talk about it when we are together..maybe in the future if situations are ok..we might give it another shot, but we'll have to wait and watch "

" The reason for the breakup is a pretty personal thing.. atleast as far as ***** is concerned.. so we'll share it with you guys sometime when both of us are comfortable with it..till then we both hope you all understand and trust our judgment on this matter.. Henry D once said "For those who love.. time is eternity.." so both of us will wait.. See what the future has in store for us.. Until then.. the memories of our times together will always accompany us.. always giving us hope... "


The worst part is that we were supposed to celebrate our anniversary today..irony always has a funny way of showing itself...But the support our friends showed us was dazzling (More than 100msgs and counting...and several calls)... Anyway here's hoping for the best.. all good things must come to an end...La Bruyere once said "At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone"... but no we are not alone...we never will...

Due to budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel will be out.

Yeah its here.. Value Added Tax.. Don’t really know what it means, or how/If it will affect me… but as long as fuel prices remain the same, who cares. ( One third of population cares I guess, cause they are on strike )
I really don’t understand how this taxing system works.. all I know is u get Rs X as your pay (on paper).. you get Rs X/2 cash. Now that’s what I don’t like.. I mean what am I paying for actually? The stupid, corrupt, government officials? Those people want yearly tax on roads ( now its once and for all when you buy a vehicle ) I mean with the pathetic condition of the roads, you (government, not Blog reader) should actually pay me to ride in such conditions.. Now they are going to charge me on every transaction I make with my credit card? What rubbish is that.. I get charged to use my Rs X/2..hey atleast I save up money on parking, I mean now that the government ( full credit to mayor ) decided to scrap parking fees( the Burglar special ) , hey atleast we all can ride on our unicycle.. There was this time, they were going to tax people for having generators, Morons can’t provide 24/7 power supply and for those people who want it, their reply TAX. And here’s the best thing you’ll ever hear, I ( my family ) got penalized for using less water, so they charged 20 Rs. for low usage of water.. that’s not tax, yet its too pissing off.It's not the money,but, the fact that they can charge us for something like that.
But these electricity officials ought to go jump in a well… I’ll dig it personally… or better yet, let them just walk on one of our roads.. one of the million( no exaggeration here ) potholes will take care of them.
You got to hand it to our city officials, the all nighters they pull when a foreign dignitary comes is worth applauding… As long as we are killing people, next in line are bus drivers, they not only should be killed, but after death their bodies should be burned ! ( Don’t they do that already? ) … You will never see more reckless driving. And who can forget the sweet ol Auto ( taxi ) drivers… their bodies should be suffocated … in like a air tight chamber..

I don’t know what I am cribbing about… I am not earning… I don’t pay tax.. but seeing people suffering, that I cannot take.Or maybe it’s the fact that I am just pissed..Maybe they'll remove tax by the time i start earning...

Anyone can give up smoking, but it takes a real man to face cancer.

Recently at a party I had been to I tried my hand at smoking, not because I had a craving for nicotine or something, its just that everyone was, hot guys, hot girls, semi hot guys, semi hot girls, you get the point right? I did the most logical thing to do, my effort to fit right in, I asked my brother to give me the cigarette he was smoking, for half a minute I just held it between my fingers, didn’t know what to do, how to smoke, nobody had tutored me that, my conscience fighting a losing battle.
Finally I moistened the tip, took a deep one in, my body wanted to do the most rational thing. I wanted to cough. I never wanted to do anything more in my life at that moment, I just wanted to let out the smoke that filled my lungs… but that would be so “uncool”… I kept it in… exhaled slowly… tried to make a ring of smoke ( that’s the cool part about smoking by the way )… least I should say, that it’s the effort that counts.
Half the cigarette was over… with only one actual contact with my lips. My brother who was quietly observing my facial reactions passed me water ( so sweet of him ), but my friend this ego guy, wouldn't let me…
A few years back I wouldn’t let go my principles no matter what, I never would succumb to the pressure of the outside “cool” world… I would never smoke come what may! But hey, times change, I still don’t know what made me do it, I still don’t know why I did it… but the bottom line is that I smoked…
How disappointed my better half would be when I tell… so I decided not to … made my bro take a oath that he would carry it to his grave or mine whichever came first… but that night before I said "goodnight, I love you", the general routine… it came out… “Honey, I smoked… but just once”… a long silence later… “Its ok honey… just promise you wont do I again… swear on me”… so I did… and hey I pledge to my blog readers “as long as there is oxygen in my lungs I promise not to smoke a cigarette again”
Now cigars and pipes … that’s a totally different thing.

Your mouse has moved. Windows has to reboot for changes to take effect.

Okay… For all those who didn’t comprehend the topic… it simply means that I formatted my comp again… yes… this must be the third time this month… any particular reasons one might ask… well not really, I just love formatting my comp ( Lots of sarcasm intended )… well for those who are technically sound with windows, I had to format cause that stupid thing( Microsoft Windows) simply doesn’t work… I downloaded this file … and it says requires Win98 and above to run… and I was most definitely running Win98…
Hasn’t anyone noticed? It took the computing power of a P5, 16 MB ram and a 1 GB harddisk to run Win95, while it took the computing power of 3 commodore 64 to fly to the Moon. Something is wrong here, and it wasn't the Apollo. Never heard this one before… don’t work neither had I, that is until I received this FWD from one of my friends…Some windows users are simply too funny, one of my close friends runs two copies of windows… when asked why? I am faced with the question why not? Last I heard, that friend wanted Win-2000 too... better networking apparently…
So Coming back to my formatting skills … hey I am actually getting pretty good at this thing… from old Win to new Win in less that 40 min… together with all the drivers… impressive eh!! Hope Microsoft recognizes my talents… they need more people like me into their staff…The worst part about formatting is not the “handling another Windows setup”, but ya know what really bugs me… it’s the fact that all stored Passwords aren’t stored anymore( so much for the computer whiz)… so much so that I couldn’t log on to blogger.com for a long long time…
Hey Today was a Grand Festival in India… called HOLI… it’s a season of colors… for more details go to google.com and search for Holi … you might get more information…
Anyway Back to Windows… it really isn’t a joke that there are more we-make-fun-of-windows websites/forums then the number of Windows CD sold… but hey not taking too much credit away from Microsoft, piracy is also a major factor… I would really point and laugh at someone who pays 200$ for a windows license… Recollecting the major disasters of the last century my FWDed mail quoted “Hiroshima '45 - Tschernobyl '86 - Windows '95”… Some may ask why not shift to some other OS… god no .. I am happy with windows… its actually really good… it does make my P3 seem like a P2 but then … beggars cant be choosers…
The same Friend of mine was pretty confused one day…called her computer savvy friend and said that something was wrong with the floppy drive… apparently the floppies weren’t going in… It said "Insert Disk #3", but only two will fit!... heh heh… kidding people, not that dumb my friend was. Is! So as I leave you all today, I just have one small query… If Old McDonald had a comp, would it Eee-aye-eee I/O? ( Sorry for the lack of humor in this post… am too tired after re-installing Windows )
Oh yeah about this friend ...Honestly to be fair… they really should put “This side in” stickers on all floppies…

I don't care who you are, Fatso. Get the reindeer off my roof !

Today, after a spell of about a fortnight, I finally mustered the courage to do something I’ve been putting off for a really long time now…So I removed my shoes and my heavy clothing…and took that final step… here I was…all alone…standing on my weighing scale… after a lot of circulations of the analog scale, in a span of time which seemed like eternity… it finally came to rest…I slowly opened my eyes… a chill ran down my spine… No today wasn’t that day… it wasn’t the day when I cross the 200 pound mark! No not today…
So in my glory of happiness I stepped down…as though I was stepping down from the top step of the podium when my F1 car finishes first… the same feeling a Toyota Car Feels lapping a Ferrari…As you would have figured I watched the race this weekend… being a Ferrari fan myself it was pretty bad I must say... but on the brighter side, hey some new faces on the podium, some different names up on the top list… I already love this season…
So I got down from my moment frozen in time… for the first time gravity didn’t dampen my spirits… and here I was wondering how to celebrate… when the call came “Dinner is ready”… I knew what had to be done…”No. I am not hungry”… I think all the cells in my stomach which require energy for existence screamed in unison… cause I could hear this loud sound… have u ever heard a volcano erupt? After a lot of convincing myself that food wasn’t that necessary for life ( hey!! compare it to oxygen )… and about a gallon of water…the brain had spoken… it will help me in the long run…After an eternity of dieting ( 24 hours to be exact ) … I hadn’t lost anything… I heard that would happen…but still…
So around two in the morning I went to my kitchen … got me some biscuits…kept them in front of me… Still debating … the pro’s and cons…
The pro’s of loosing a ton of weight are plentiful… think about it… have u seen an overweight dude, get a model as a wife?? Well unless you’re rich..really rich.. Trump’s lucky that way… Since I am not rich! Well that leaves me with no choice, now, does it…
Another advantage is that fat people are hard to kidnap… haven’t u noticed??
The con’s of loosing weight aren’t much… unless there’s a time when fat is beautiful… there might be a time soon… but before that I am sure we will have the ‘bald is beautiful’ stage… that should be fun don’t ya think?
So after long hungry hours… sitting and staring at my stomach…wondering if it had gone in by an inch or so… I knew something had to be done…So here’s my advice to all you people out there… if you’re on a diet and can’t keep your mind off grub… then I suggest blogging is the best remedy… I haven’t thought about food for the entire duration I’ve been writing this post…( hey G.W!! Isn't the post about food )
So here I was all done with the post just about to publish it, sitting in front of an empty packet of biscuits… god!! I wonder who ate them …

Life is 5% what you make it and 95% how you take it.

Have you ever thought that life was unfair? Like the way that you never get what you want … or the way that you can’t seem to figure out where you’re heading in life… and everyone around you has their future laid out for them… Did it ever happen to you that everyone around you were discussing their 50th birthday party plans, or deciding which continent to go for a vacation, and you were still trying to figure what to wear the next day...or where you’ll eat ( Food is very important you see, and it wont hurt if u went fully dressed to a restaurant , research shows that the service improves by 36.8% if you are wearing clothes )

How many of you stay up all night long thinking what or where you’ll be 5 years from now… will u be with someone, or will u be facing the cruel world all alone… Does loneliness scare you so much so, that you pick up the phone at 3 in the morning to call your better half just to say ‘I love you’…

Its been said that you make your own future…someone please tell me, how do I go about it? How do I start? Is there a magazine, a book or something…”The Dummies guide to making your own future” someone write it.. its gonna be a best seller, take my word for it. Hey maybe I’ll write it one day… yeah I can be a writer… great.. that was easy!! Or maybe I’ll be a astronaut… they pay you really well ya know… but I don’t get it.. why would anyone leave everything behind and go somewhere .. don’t know when you’ll be back, or if you will..
Many of my friends and colleagues plan to go abroad, study and settle there.. I still don’t know why people have to though?? I mean… I really don’t think I can leave 2 decades of my life behind and start all over again… Probably never see the friends you grew up with again… never see your first crush again…never see your loved one… cant even look at the moon and think “miles apart and yet we gaze at the same thing”… Wait a minute!!! Sorry the moon thing you still can do I guess…
But after all that. Then what?? After all life’s a terminal disease…Wish I could live like I was 18..maybe 20 for the rest of my life.. I really don’t want to 60 thinking… if…only if!!

So here’s me… yet another 3 am… still thinking, guess I’m going to wear jeans tomorrow… and yes, I am eating Italian for sure… there Decided!! .. Yeah… think I’ll be a fighter pilot…astronaut still sounds good…maybe join the FBI… hey I can be a captain of a ship…yeah a captain of my ship!!!