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.

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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!