You learn the little facts of life everyday. Yesterday I learnt that some people you consider friends are actually just people you know. And some people who you consider just people you know are in reality your true friends.

Better late than never!

My friend’s brother-in-law was returning home last night. He was shot dead. Car thieves! What happens now to his young wife and his children (twins who are yet to celebrate their first birthday)?
Car thieves!
Is this the world we live in? Is anyone listening? Is no one concerned?

Fifteen men of a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of beer
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of beer

A short (not that short actually) break from work and one bottle of beer down. Work has never been better.

How I hate superficial and self-centered people. Get over it man! There’s more to life than you, what you like, what you hate and how your life is oh-so miserable.

How can just one word make all the difference in the world? How can it make my mood swing like a pendulum defying the laws of space and geometry? (Are there only 360 degrees in a circle?)
There’s nothing more soporific than depression and tiredness. I want to go off to sleep and not wake up for a long long long time.

We live in a magical world. A world of illusions. With our heads firmly buried in the sand and a layer of dust in our eyes, we see what we want to. And it never is the truth. We want to believe in love and happy-endings.
Snap out of it. Wake up and smell the air. It is putrid. It stinks of lies and delusions.
There are no friends around you. We are all organisms controlled by the selfish genes in our bodies, trying to survive. Love does not exist. Love is the bunch of flowers that the magician pulls out of his sleeve; plastic, garish and cheap.

According to my calculations, the rate at which I am sneezing and the rate at which the force of my sneezes are increasing, the 17th next sneeze from now I shall be propelled from the earth at a velocity higher than the escape velocity and will become yet another satellite orbiting in space.

But before that, the water running though my nose and my eyes shall cure the world of all its water deficiency problems.

No water problem (the resolver), the creator and sustainer of (cold) virus on earth (they say human beings are virus too) and omnipresent in space from where I shall spy on everyone and giggle at their fates. Man, I shall be God!

Gesundheit!!

You grew on me like soft green moss
On the steep cliff that my life had been
You touched my soul on a cold winter day
As I stretched in languor, you were my daydream

You roller-coastered into my life like a whirlwind sudden
And blew away my inhibitions and hurt
A cobwebbed room locked and forsaken
You swept away all the pain and dirt

In a silver lake of eerie calm
You rippled in waves, in patterns new
In meadows green, I walked bare feet
You caressed my feet like the morning dew

You left just as suddenly, and gave me no reasons
Only that you were going away
You held me tight, but you were already gone
Like a bird free, you flew away

I should hate you, but you did give me
The best time of my life, the golden cruise
Damn you, for you left a smile on my lips
My hearts not broken, just slightly bruised

I finally managed to get hold of Lolita. Though only half-way through it, I am left with a bitter taste in my mouth. I have always been broad-minded about sexual inclinations of people. I have had homosexual friends and I have never treated them differently. Never felt differently about them, not even in my heart of hearts. But when it comes to people who are sexually attracted to children I am left speechless. How how how can any one be a pedophile? Child marriages were an accepted part of society once upon a time. But then so was Sati!
What really triggers off these sexual senses? Is there any psychological explanation behind pedophiles? Would they have been different in different circumstances?
How can anything ever explain wanting to have sex with a child?

When I was young my father said
‘I love you’ a thousand times in a day
He called me his little princess
His sunshine, his baby sun ray

He put me to sleep every night
Singing lullabies, my hair he would touch
He would stroke me and kiss me
My father, he loved me so much!

I don’t remember any more
Or perhaps I choose to forget
No monsters ever hid in my room
For the monster slept with me on the bed

Of all the things that could go wrong in my life it had to be this.

The Hunt
Three girls, One Mission

No, that is not a movie showing at a movie theatre in my city! It is what three of us did all of yesterday. We went house hunting.

I have blisters on my feet and mixed feelings in my heart. We found a house after ten grueling hours of buses, auto rickshaws, cabs and walking (and distinctly lighter pockets at the end of the day). Farther away from the main city than we were hoping for but a lower rent than we were willing to shell out. I guess we did mange to find ourselves quite a bargain.

So what if I will spend most of my waking hours in the office or traveling. And so what if my social life will consist mostly of conversations with fellow passengers on trains and buses.

Hullo Mumbai!!

The Big Five Personality Test

Extroverted	||||||||||||||	60%
Introverted	||||||||||	40%
Friendly	||||||||||||||	56%
Aggressive	||||||||||||	44%
Orderly	||||||||||||||||	68%
Disorderly	||||||||||	32%
Relaxed	||||||||||||||	52%
Emotional	||||||||||||	48%
Intellectual	||||||||||||||||||	78%
Practical	||||||	22%

Overall, you scored highest on Intellectualness and lowest on Emotional Stability.

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Yeah right!! Like I needed them to tell me that.

Ever tried counting the lampposts while traveling by road? Especially when you are moving at above 100 kph. Man! Does your head spin like crazy or what!

‘The time has come’, a voice in my head said
‘To talk of many things.
Of new jobs and new cities
And the changes it brings
And why my heart is sad and lonely
And yet my heart sings.’

(No offence to Lewis Carroll)

It seems like I have just come off a daylong flight. As if I had boarded a supersonic jet yesterday morning and traveled all day into the west. Competing with the sun in a marathon unlike one I have ever participated in before (not that I have ever participated in any marathon). I sit in front of the computer having defeated time, a winner with a wreath on my head. Was it Saturday that I was working in my previous office? And is it only Monday that I am already worrying about the upcoming CUTs, in my new office, in front of a different computer (borrowed till I get one for my own).
Where did I lose that one day?