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