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...

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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.

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