..and I get there only by 11:30 am.. by which time most of the folks are gearing up for lunch.. and as usual I go to the room (yeah, i got a seperae room with 4 other seats which no one occupies) and switch on the light, and set up my equipment, get a coffee and get settled down to read e-news-papers and blogs...

at around

12:00 - I decide that I should probably eat half the lunch of beef I brought

12:05 - I finish the half the lunch, when I am not even hungry, and ponder whether I should go get the blue moon orange flavoured ale/beer

12:15 - I finish researching the prices of the 24 pack and decide its 5 bucks too costly for my budget, and there's no special rebates going on

12:30 - I read two pages of the "Brave New World" paperback hidden(just in case) inside technical manuals, and I get pissed off 'cos no one trespassed my territory and all that hiding was in vain, and now I am not in the mood to read the book anymore

1:00 - I've finished one of the free coffee's - one of the reaons why I came here

1:30 - wonder why people buy PSP's and Wii's when flash games ... never mind ... they are boring again, you can't play flash games for more than 5 mins anyway

2:00 - I realise my fart really stinks; It must be the ground beef and the coffee

2:30 - I realise I have half my lunch remaining and eat more of the beef and rice... and some cabbage

3:00 - I am pretty much sure whoever walks in to the room is gonna call security or cleaning services or is gonna look for dead rats under the tables; So I get the hell out... only to get another coffee, 'cos I got nowhere else to go

3:30 - I am all geared up for the meeting I came here for - the two coffee's have got me on the edge

4:00 - I let the big one rip, feel a bit elated and get all set for the meeting (whoever's gonna come into the room ain't never gonna set foot in there again)

4:10 - the b******** set up half an hour and they sit staring at each other the most of the 10 minutes the meeting lasted... ****!!!

4:20 - I get back to the room and .. What the.. the room is stinking up on ME now.. I vow I ain't coming back till after Christmas.. and just for something to remember it by, I say it out loud, but I realise, in office, my voice only comes out as whimperish - partly.. no mainly 'cos I don't want no one else to hear I guess

4:30 - I realise the scenery itself has changed much on the way back since I last visited my daily work place.. and traffic is horrible.. so I shout out aloud in the car that I am not going to do this again!!!

Man! What the heck was Rob Thomas thinking? Santana or Matchbox 20 will be there all the time to pull him through.. Did you listen to his latest shit?! Her diamonds on the floor.. Bull Crap of the first order.. Either he thinks listeners are deaf or just plain dumb crumb bums! Really.. one listen to those chorus girls, who sound like a mouse is inside their... ahems... and you'll know what I'm talking about.. "I can't take no more.." Hell! I couldn't take it anymore.. I could have rammed my car right up at the guy in front of me.. And I had to ease on the accelerator only 'cos I didn't have any insurance.. (yeah, like hell, Geico knows how to save money!)

Rob thomas, you might be a hot shot and all, but Beyonce's got the best video of all time!!!

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And so, I ran out of Bud Light Lime.. all the beer is gone.. Now, I veto finish that big box of wine.. sucks! I hate wine.. it is such a sissy drink.. and it doesn't taste half as good as beer! But, serves me right for thinking I'd save some money by buying bix boxes of wine!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNPcrVmz8os

The Ghost Whisperer is the worst, WORST, W O R S T.. horrible.. gut wrenchingly sickening, ..uuuuggghhhhhhh...UUUGGGGGHHHHHH..AAAARRRRRRR... somebody just kill that Jennifer Love Hewitt.. You stupid idiotic ghosts! Can't you even freakin kill those dumb side characters? What are you, ghosts or chicken shit?!
(Don't even frickin ask me what I'm doing watching that sissy crap?!.. No.. seriously.. don't)
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Tendulkar just missed a slip catch.. he's old.. he must retire. MUST. On that note, I think I like Praveen Kumar.. I mean, on the field, ofcourse.. He's animated, intense and shouts at the other players while the game is on.. let's hope he matures enough to hit them once or twice. (Harbhajan Singh's gone sissy and not slapping anyone these days)
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Did I ask someone to kill Jennifer Love Hewitt?! Please.. atleast the other characters.. I can't have have another fight with the wife.. I can't afford to become an alcoholic either.. somebody please.. already!!
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The Ghost Whisperer is easily the most idiotic, worst Bull Shit of a series ever made for TV. Kyun Ki to the power of Saas bhi is waaayyyy better of by a hundred miles than this shit!

"

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

"

"oh Gaawd.. October is already here..", cried the doctor!

Well, thats when it hit me too.. October is here..well, really, the year end is in sight.. and although I did a lot of things this summer - things that others would really be proud of (I can list them, but whats the point in making you proud?!) - but still the last thing I did sticks out like a sore thumb - reading the introduction to F Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby - that F Scott Fitzgerald was really a man of his time - that although he wrote good stuff et al, he was a man of his time, interested in the "process" of earning, making money, and then not knowing how or what to do with it.. well............ its crazy.. who said that.. no.. comeeee on... gimme a break!!!

Anyway, back in the real world, it is cold.. and getting colder.. and everyone (which is just me really) is expecting it would snow tomm, so we could just get on with it.. just like TV - there's been a lot of it, even in the summer, that I shudder to think how much would be there in the winter.. A lot, obviously!

Winter.. ahhh.. dear winter.. you're crazy!

(What kind of nut am I, to switch to wine.. and its not even summer wine!!!)

"

And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further... And one fine morning -

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

"

"...and in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall..."

Jada pinkett smith?!??!??!? WIth Laurence Fishburne luring her?!?!??!?! Matrix reloded must be the opposite of sex!!! Im thankful they didn't do anything further.. I wonder how all those ppl watched it in the theatre!!!

If ever there was a sex scene on the screen which made me look away, it must be from the matrix reloaded with Carrie-Anne-Moss... What the idiots were the directors and producers thinking when they cast her?! Were they so concerned about world population that they decided on some kinduva plat which makes ppl turn away from sex or something?

And for cryin out loud, she was trying to act and look sexy in that.. really now!!! I have given up on booze... please idiots... keep the sex ticking atleast... more of beyonce, shakira, mila kunis, laura prepon or even Patricia Heaton..

Of all the dumb shows on TV, The Ghost Whisperer with Jennifer Love Hewitt has be the worst of the worst.. I mean, I couldn't watch it even with a full bottle of wine.. And if you thought the series was bad, Hewitt was worse, well, at times Aisha Tyler makes her appearance.. and.. and then.. and then I have to wipe off the entire bottle of wine off the floor!!!

Damn, I gotta get cable and TBS!!!

In case you didn't notice, I've stopped drinking.. well, almost!

you know...................... never mind.. here are the personal top 5 of ABBA

Knowing me Knowing you

The winner takes it all

One of us

The City

Me and I

(No.. don't remind me of the numerous other ones I left out..)

Beat this!

Back in my school days, my best friend came to school in a car, with his own driver. I, on the other hand used to take the bus, then the train and finally I had to cycle a couple of kilometers back home. To avoid the hassle of the bus, this friend of mine used to drop me at his home, which was close to the train station. I knew his mother and father but never did mention about them with my folks, lest they see me as sponging off from my friend and their family and discourage my taking a ride with him in his car.

Back in those days I used to tell him about how a guy from near my home used to take out Coca-Cola bottles from those vans loaded with bottles parked by the road side. And then, to portray what a cool guy I was (and he wasn't just helping me everyday with my commute) I boasted about how easily I could do lift off some of the bottles too without the drivers of the vans noticing.

And it so happened one day, that there was his car waiting for him and I was walking with him, and there was this van loaded with coke bottles standing nearby as well. And then, you know what happened.. he had to tease me, I had to prove myself, I flicked a bottle from the van, and we ran to the waiting car..

Lo and behold.. who should we find inside the car?! His smiling mother!!! Of all the days she had, she had chosen that day to leave early and pick up her son on the way home. And there was I, standing stunned with a bottle of Coca-Cola in my hand not knowing what to say or do. I could have always said that I had bought it, but those days are not these days and I wasn't 30 and an expert liar then, and in that moment of nothingness, time and my brain just froze - infact, they stood still for the next 20 mins, when I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth till I got out of the car, and even then I couldn't even say thanks. I think I couldn't even bring myself to look back to see what was happening as I started walking towards the station.

All the while in the car, my friend was telling his mother about how he was the one who stole the bottle and how we did it to take revenge on the driver who was a friend of the canteen guy, and how the canteen guy always cheated us and all the stories that fell away into the noise of the traffic and the buzz that was starting to grow louder and louder in my head.

The next day, he told me how his mother had made him kneel down and confess that he would never steal again. And I, I never breathed a word about anything to my father or anyone I spoke to.

They say that the things buried deep inside come to the fore every now and then, in your dreams, in your subconscious, and probably define who you turn out to be later on, in life. In cruel, cruel life!

geez-a-loo..tequilla after a beer pains the heart, doesn't it.. like a chest pain.. like a heart attack!!! especially with a sweet tasting martini mixer.. BULL SHIT!!!!

For phantasmagoria (the only other person who reads this.. whom I thought I'd never link up)

I was just a joker in a serious game

I didnt have the heart to play

But sooner or later

Ill find a reason to throw it away

Risin on the crest of a natural wave

That never seems to break my way

Im livin without it

But I got to do something about it

Step by step little by little

Step by step take it line by line

Move move move, move a little closer

I was just a runner in a one horse race

Livin on the dont pass line

Sooner or later

I got to lose cause Im wasting my time

Lady luck must have been a wonderful girl

Shes never been a friend of mine

Im living without her

But I still got that mountain to climb

Step by step little by little

Step by step rake it line by line

Move move move, move a little closer

You ask people which is their favourite song / movie / book and they'll be like.. ummm.. there are many... ummm.. you can't really say this one or that one.. and blah blah blah... ummm!

But not me!

My best movie: The Good The Bad and the Ugly

My favourite song: Eye in the Sky - APP (did you know that this song actually is about the skylights in the casino's? I didn't know much about it either only recently. With lyrics like those, it's surprising its not about relationships)

My favourite book: Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger

People I can empathize with (who have no need of my empathy): J. D. Salinger, Bill Waterson, Woody Allen(http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105400872) - I'm certain there are a couple more whom I forgot

And I don't have a favourite car, or a holiday destination or a plate of food or a fovurite smell or a favourite designer (I pretty much like all the models (of the opposite sex only) who show some of their.. ahem's.. though)

and..

"I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally."

..as someone said!!!

"Good taste is the worst vice ever invented."

"The best liar is he who makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest way."

"My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me."

"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something."

"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live."

"

Oh, I get by with a little help from my beers
Mm, I get high with a little help from my beers
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my beers

"

thats this cocker for you...

beers, dailymotion videos of garfield, dilbert and peanuts and wife talking to her relatives all day in the other room, on a day of bunked office working (yeah right!) from home, makes for the perfect no sun day!!!

You know... (ok! you don't know... do you know I'm drunk by any chance?) But.. back to the point.. back when I started to booze.. hehe.. I used to throw up with a little less than half a bottle of beer.. yep! laugh all you want, I don't care.. anyway, so, back then (I used to mix sprite with beer you know, but I digress). My friends used to tell me to eat when drinking.. what a bad habit.. And I find out only now with all the detailed can by can explanation from Monsieur de Coors and Miller and who not.. they tell me that a taste of a beer is in its taste only.. not in the food you eat.. infact I was having this really really spicy hot mutton with this beer and it was spoiling it totally for the mutton as well as the beer..

What you need to.. you need to drink the beer seperately - for like 3 cans in a row - and then eat.. that way, everything is fine.. ofcourse, if you are starting up (like how I was back then.. in the first para) then you throw up, obviously, and then you eat!

Anyway, so, after a long time, I get back to the Catcher in the Rye - if only for a few pages. ("The goddam movies! I hate 'em"!) And what a completely different way of looking at it when I was reading it now. I don't know what the heck my brain was thinking about how it was written, how Salinger should have felt writing it et al, rather than enjoying / experiencing it with Holden. What crazy thoughts! What a waste of an awesome work of art. (Art? Now thats a big fart!)

Anyway, did I tell you about this one person I know, who's irritable and get's all cranky when he's not drunk (No, not my wife! No, not all the girls in the world), but once he's drunk or atleast when that first sip gets in, he becomes the nicest person you'd know.. so much so, he jokes around with his wife... (and life?)

And did I tell you about this one person my wife told me about.. who drinks and has beat his newly married (awesome looking) wife even within the first 5 months already? Back in college, I used to joke around with my friends about how this/that hot looking, pious, holier-than-thou girl, who never cast so much as a look for all your troubles with trying to get her attention, in that first bench of the class, would finally end up with a drunkard as a husband - 'cos that's life and its balance!

Sad, that when it actually happens, you're feel sad as well.

Still, I'm sad as Boney M would say.

geez.. suddenly I am getting all these urges to write when I am drunk.. hmm.. wonder why? (and I also wonder how tequila gets to taste pukey the first time and tastey the third time)

Anyway, whats the deal with the sidekicks?! What are they, homos? I mean, so I was watching this way too cute girl in this way too stupid movie trailer and there she was drooling away at this way too stupid SOB! Anyway forget that - that SOB's the hero and she's paid a million (x)ucks to do that, but that way too dumb-whack side-kick watching this.. err.. you would have thought he would have been busy wha...err... doing something else, but.. surprise, surprise, the guy makes a ..... err... a smart ass comment!!! I mean, like.. err, you want his phone no, kinda!!! What a whack!!!

Whack that!!! Have you heard about the guys who said they would never(that means not in the next 1 week) marry 'cos they always say their wives would inhibit their freedom and all.. (what a whack, huh?!) Let me let you guys in on a li'l secret guys.. something that I learnt in.. probably 7th std I think.. It's called Huckleberry finn. You know, the story goes that he was once painting a fence and there was this guy watching him eating an apple.. then he made it look like he (H Finn) really took interest in painting the fence than the apple and finally convinced the guy to trade the apple for painting the fence (MAN!!! My memory ain't going bonkers with that those lonely times in the toilet.. and the tequilla after all!!!)

So... you get the point right?? No.. what are you? the sidekick???

... and one of my friends has this to say...

"

regarding blogs..I would advise you to stay outta it..its a disease...you scribble something and then the next thing..you want someone to scribble on top of that..otherwise you wouldnt get sleep..and in case you write your mind..there will be n!crophiles who would act h0ly and p!ss you off...but i already told you that..i guess

"

can't agree with him more!!!

Anyway, on the lines of salt water (not blues, just salt water, eh salty ;-), here's APP.. with lyrics like these, who needs the song.. ofcourse thats even better.. have a shot of tequila(don't shoot, sip - with orange juice), look out the window, and then listen to this song... add a rainy night and you've got yourself a very heavy heart!!!

Its been a long road
Weve walked the last mile
We reach the same conclusion
And we stop for a while

Together we know
The way we must go
Were leaving an illusion
Thats for us to share
Only for us to share

We live our separate lives
And go our different ways
Cause we dont see eye to eye
And we cant stand face to face

We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place

We share the same thoughts
We read the same lines
We meet on sad occasions
And in happier times

A spoken goodbye
And both of us try
To walk away in silence
Thats for us to share,
Only for us to share

We live our separate lives
And go our different ways
Cause we dont see eye to eye
And we cant stand face to face

We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place

And always goodbye
But heaven knows why
I cant erase the memory
Thats for us to share
Only for us to share
Only for us to share

We live our separate lives
And go our different ways
Cause we dont see eye to eye
And we cant stand face to face

We live our separate lives
While counting all the days
Till the two of us arrive
In another time and place

you can also try Memories by Elvis the Pelvis

drunk! beef jerky... hay wait.. its deer venison jerky.. and i need to shut up!! but iasm not talkibg.. then how will i shut up??

ok now its with two hands.. so I ask myself this question that everyone around seems to be asking everyone else.. do I miss India? Hell no! only my wife wants to go back.. its just stark in my face that when I get back to idnia, the one thing that I would want to be doing is to be getting back to loneliness in the americas. To the reality goddam shows which I dont even watch or care about.. and those that I still have to see.. like some crapo putting his dick in the spider hole or rate hole and all.. who the hell cares...

anyway.. I know only one thing.. liquor and tequilla.. and you gotta keep your mouth shut!!! else your wife will have this strange look on her face..

Everyday in office (ok .. not that many days) if there is one thing I look forward to, its the lunch packed by the wife.. and thats not that much of a forward looking thing (thank God, I like cooked meat in any fashion.. but I am sure even that gift will be taken away, if not already gone). I don't know why, but its just like what I heard a comedian say - which husband has ever liked his wife's cooking. Not even Raymond. And everybody loves him.

I also look forward to scoring 240 runs in 10 overs in the flash cricket, and wasting a couple of half hours on billiards and possibly two hours in reading blogs - and I only read the personal ones - not one of them glorifies their pathetic existence. All the other self righteous ones glorify the presidents, their children, electronic gadgets, their pathetic lives etc.

Anyway, what I always wanted to write about was about the five best songs of ABBA that I liked the most and how I liked them.. meaning the situation I was in when I recall / hear them.

...

And now that I've written it, I don't want to anymore. So you are stuck with what I wanted to write but never wrote and yet written about!

In the IPL, you always wait for Preity Zinta to make her appearance so that you can stop just watching and start doing.

But this one time, when her team had won, after she was done with all her hugging, she was there.. just there.. looking here and there and smiling and wishing some lunatic would come and congragulate her for the others who won.. and the camera still stayed on her, and but for once you saw that she can also be uncomfortable, for there was nothing to do.. I mean, so the players have all finished playing and as true sportsmen they can hug and say something about the shot or the catch or something, but what the hell can she say.. so she was just looking at them, truly uncomfortable and not even her acting helped.

But then again, I think that was just me, projecting myself on her.. I mean, I coulnd't have done any better either. I wouldn't want to go voluntarily and wait on people to get themselves to look at me and then shake hands with them or try and force myself onto them. And no one's gonna come and shake hands with the owner and congragulate her for the men who played well. I mean.. aww.. what the hell..

Preity Zinta, just get on the big screen and wear more skimpy clothes, will ya?!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Strange_Meeting

Ahhh.. the bloody school days!

hey, but then, after a couple... morning, noon and night... they are all the same!

Cheers (hic!)

I don't know how it came about or why it is, but somehow for a man, he has to do something, like go to work everyday. I just don't understand why nature evolved it that way. I mean why can't be wake up in the morning and drink beer at 10 in the morning.. and why the heck does it have to taste that bad in the mornings?

Geez!!!

Here's an interesting fact. South Africa, where the Indian PL is being currently held due to security reasons because of the elections in India, had its national election today as well.

India, thou art..

oh heck! bad idea!

you know it never works with women!!!!

wth was I thinking!?!

you know whats the best sitcom(if thats what its called) to watch on TV? Charlie.. err.. Two and a Half Men... that way, every time you see Charlie Sheen holding up a glass of scotch or beer, you feel like... "Geez, thanks a lot dude".. that was what was missing the whole time and you go and pour out that whole big glass of stolichnaya and...

... and heck!!! you even feel the need to do the "we talk ever so rarely" thing too!!!

In all my years of work.. it has taken me this long to figure out only one thing..

If you don't actually do it, you can't make that mistake!!!

wth is this?! I thought all I had to do was get drunk and then life would be so much simpler.. and just when it is wearing off, why am I feeling so much the worse.. why am I missing people?! Why the hell am I feeling like getting the hell back to India?!

which brings me back to the question thats been at me for tsome time now - wth do people come here for? Money? What would they do with a lot of it? First of all, enough is never quite enough, and next they wouldn't even last long enough to enjoy the least of it?

Then why???!!!

As the wise man said...

"

Toil Is Meaningless . So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the work into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless. So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun. For a man may do his work with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then he must leave all he owns to someone who has not worked for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun? All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.
A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, for without him, who can get or find enjoyment? To the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

"

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=102496707

The moment I heard her say "from India" I turned up the volume in the car radio. It has to interesting fa random radio station is broadcasting something by an Indian and then giving the credit as well. You wouldn't understand if you are sitting that far off, across the atlantic, in the very land that is being talked about. You have to be outside it to comprehend.

As it so happens, the term India, over here, only brings about a series of mustached bad english speaking bachelors and their laptops trying to impress a white man with his coding know-how. So it was indeed a welcome change to hear someone from India who is a non coding person, (whom I suddenly want to meet and talk in length to) from India talk so passionately about a book she read and recommends, on a foreign radio.

There is a link in there which would speak out the short essay as well, if you would care to listen. It is just.. captivating! and makes you want to read the book right away! I know I want to.

At some point in your lifetime, around the 30th year of existence, a thought pops up in your mind now and then. It says "So what's use of position, money et al. It's not like you don't have anything to eat or drink or things to wear or drive or lack of anything. It's just that the other person has a little bit more and he can drink a little bit more, but hey, at the end of the day, both of us are stoned. Really, you don't want to me more stoned right?

And you were this other person's age, you also had those great thoughts, and yeah if you had tried like him you'd have done waaayyyy better than him. But hey, I am still his superior, right?!"

That's when you know complacency has set in. It's also called the start of the mid life crisis.. or something like that!

oh boy! Its back to sitting at office and doing nothing other than reading newspapers, blogs and watching movies. Ofcourse my colleagues sit at home and do the same, but still..

Its back to the bad old times, baby!!!

(All I need now is a promotion... (fingers crossed))

The best part about having a permanent residential address in the US.. free Victoria's Secret catalogues by mail!!!

Why the heck do people put in their so called "best" photos on their profiles? Do they think they are pretty or beautiful or handsome? Huh? Let's think for a moment here people! Really!

I'd suggest you put in full scaled sceneries or something, so that when people come visiting they atleast have a wallpaper if they like the photo.

Else put in the photo you took early in the morning when you forgot to take bath for the third morning in a row and let them realise how fugly you look and then get a grip on themselves with reality!

Where have all my blog friends gone?

Back in the days I was blogging (and used to be D Best .. hehe.. ) there used to be a lot of blogs I used to read as well.. not one of them were in the general category.. no wait there were some in the general category as well.. I kept it 'cos I loved to hate it..

Anyway, it just so happens that if you happen to write personal weblogs, blogs, bullshit, you don't keep at it for long.. and I think the reason is that (ironically) its personal (by defn). If its personal then you don't want anyone to know.. if you want people to know its not personal. That should explain why I have a gazillion of those personal blogs in my subscriptions and none of them get updated. No one wants to share personal lives with anyone.. not for long.

They will come back once in a while to see how things are online.. they will see, in some cases, they will try to start again, but it will fail and they will return to their shell.

They are treasures. They will not be shared.

Days are numbers... (APP)

The traveller is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware

The traveller is always leaving home
The only kind of life he's ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There's always one more mountain left to climb

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

The traveller awaits the morning tide
He doesn't know what's on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasn't found a reason to say no

The traveller is only passing through
He cannot understand your point of view
Abandoning reality, unsure of what he'll find
The traveller in me is close behind

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

The Story of a Soldier - The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
Blue grass and cotton, burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so soldier march on to die.

Bugles are calling from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall In" and march off to war.
There in the distance a flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be,
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Ask if we dare, our comrades out there who sleep.