70

jhoom barabar..

when each day pans out the way you design/dream/want it to be... the effect can be quite dramatic..and weirdly gunde pindudi..

if this blog could have talked back to me..it would have say...ravi..you are completely drunk on happiness.. not to put a dampner on all the good things which can happen..but the tank is still running pretty full after 70 happy days :-)

happys.. its a strange word and an even stranger concept... you suddenly dont miss your best friends..and you are still happy..you dont miss your family..you are still happy.. you have a beer..you are happy.. the same things that would have made me depressed are happily danciing in front of my eyes..double glass layered eyes....

70 and ticking..

its for me..its a no-brainer.. its for you

13.5

the hieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

just in case this blog sounds like an email, be excused :-) ... it isnt meant to be one..

i am the backs after a brief vacations from happy land :-D.. that last time i was the writes the blogs.. me was having lots of empty free times in my hands... hint istey pichenkistha moments of maddness.... and as they say, birds of the same feather flock together/.. me was flocking.. i hope it didnt sound that bad....i meant flocking bubba...

so what was i upto, since that last time i was blogging? i was happily in happyness... happyness with a Y :-)... me is happys in the purest sense of the word..

me is happys cos. i have a super cool personalized G PS.. maybe it should be a T PS? it says..ravi make a legal u-turn..nana..make a turn nana..no i dont want to turn no... turn nana....noo..turn..what do i get if i turn......muuuahhhhhhhh...turned :-).. what happened there?..

i went to this immigration center.. ramesh lady says.. roll your thumbs, dont press.. i say vakayed.. and rolled..systems beeps..ramesh says..you didnt press hard enough..i was like do i press or not? she says dont press, just roll.. i was like i just rolled no? she was like no.. you didnt press...i gave up.. my ramesh fetish is dying a slow and painful death... ramesh :-(..

and coming back to the 13.5.. my life always revolves around this number.. and i dont know where the extra 0.5 decided to make its presence felt.. 13.5 is magical .. it shows that not everything that is believable is to be believed... numbers are..just numbers at the end of the day and what has to happen, will happen irrespective of the numbers :-D passed in telugu only once in 8th class and i ended up with 2nd rank..

rest of the vacationin the next post no....

apparently this blog is up for performancereview and HRs being HRs.. always give out the form on the last day and demand that it be turned in, in exactly 10 mins.. or your rating goes to dogs :-) i love dogs
few lucky dogs get hugged by bootiful mistresses..while techies get to slam away on their keyboards..dog dogger doggest... and at the end of the day, birds of the same feather do FLOCK together

driftin further away

driftin further away..my own interpretation is that i am slowly and steadily and rapidly and impulsively driftin away from my problems... coming to think of it.. my problems are mostly my own creations.. or to be more specific, flawed creations..but then again, there is no perfect solution to every situation and its like we create something with the hope that it becomes something special..hit and miss..

driftin away....

esperanza

por favor senor...por favor senorita...

hope..is the the quintissential..what a spelling.. of all human emotions..
what goes up, comes down..and what goes down..where does it go??? let me see? there are apparently 2 sides to a coin..side one: what goes downer...goes even more downest...
side two: what goes downer, due to antigravity - reverses its path and goes upwards..

hope, humans...humans, hopes...retaliate, react, fight, submit.. apparently this is a direct reference to the latest happenings to my best friends in bostons..i have seen despair, pure adulteraed despair on thursday...i cudnt believe that things can get from a goodest stage to such a hopeless situation in just a couple of hours..and then i see the classic fightback charecteristics of the human spirit..fight backs..fight backs and todays..me is at the other end of the spectrum :-)

apparently there is this once person who once said, everything is a u... what? U.. U.. oh.. me? no rey stoopid.. the letter U..u start off, u slip, u fight back and u go up...
Moral of the story.. never be a U in UR life..
this is meandering..this shows that i know my letters.. i want an S..no.. I want a P.. i want a P P P P P P P P P P P P P P

magic needs no reason

wands and spells...do we actually need a wand to create magic? phoos whooosh and thooosh...
do i believe in wands.do i believen in spells..more importantly..do i believe in magic?

if something defies logic.. the first thing i look to name that particular thing is magic.. i mean..

Magic:
n.
The art that purports to control or forecast natural events, effects, or forces by invoking the supernatural.
The practice of using charms, spells, or rituals to attempt to produce supernatural effects or control events in nature.
The charms, spells, and rituals so used.
The exercise of sleight of hand or conjuring for entertainment.
A mysterious quality of enchantment: "For me the names of those men breathed the magic of the past" (Max Beerbohm).
adj.
Of, relating to, or invoking the supernatural: "stubborn unlaid ghost/That breaks his magic chains at curfew time" (John Milton).
Possessing distinctive qualities that produce unaccountable or baffling effects.

its schoolish..its bookish..its not something 'practical' adults who are on the other side of their 30's believe in.. and here is where i stray of my original storyline..

art that purports to control --- there is no art.. there is no reason.. and thats the precise reason why few things are attributed to magic.. did i knot myself up here?
what are the chances that 2 pebbles thrown at each other from a mile away hit each other?? if they do manage to even come close.. its attributed to magic..aah..what an event ..oohh..its pure magic..

and i know that its completely not magic, when i want to spend the day curled up..when the train stops in my station..
aaah

happy singh

happy singh vs lucky singh vs guddi singh :-)

3 in one?
yes..

free form writing.. pain in little finger, jungle jungle, honda keys stopming on the ceiling, you know what? chuk chuk, shilpa monkey shetty, she looks nice no? stunning face no, monkey figure no.. ppl like me so much and not her, my closeups are better than hers.. ppl really hate her. like me.. like me hate her, hate me like her.. shower sounds, police siren, mind black, taarch on the bench.. silence in Birmingham, i love this song, in dino, monkey shetty.. khwab saja.. bike rides in bangalore rains.. living life..losing happines..permission. mohhabbat...speeling mistakes, pain in the left ring finger.. cars honking, london, teenagers..i am like a teenager.. didnt fluctuate so much :-D feel like 13.. not 31.. oye lucky lucky oyee.. birmingham calling..skype pinging
writing blog, skype ladies compartment

mystery of the missing trains

casefile #1: Mystery of the missing train

the dude runs runs runs..dodging cars, jumping over pavements.. skidding and stumbling he reaches the station at 7:29 for the 7:30pm train... out of breath, foggy glasses, slipping backpacks.. what more can go wrong? well how about the train being delayed?

its a moment of pure joy and hopeless anger... all the effort for a delayed train....

the dude looks over his shoulder..he has a strange suspicion that the train was delayed just for him..it must be the XIA.. no doubt he thinks.. things like this dont happen, especially not to the dude..the dude reaches into his trouser pocket and picks up his latest gadget.. the taarch..he scans the surroundings..no enemy activity... he cautiously walks towards the food counter and buys dinner..dinner is just an excuse, the hot fried rice and the plastic forks are his backup weapons...just in case..just in case..aal is well...thats his code..

the dude walks, towards the train..the dude gets into the most crowded car...safety in numbers..he finds a seat...throws his bag on the top rack...he needs space to swing his arms just in case someone attacks him..

the train the moves from the platforms.. the dude gets his BB out and starts msging P.. The Big Boss. P's whereabouts are unknown... well unknown to the world, but the dude has special access.. he updates her abt his whereabouts and his suspicions.. P says aal iz well aal iz well.. the dude is checking.. P talking dude talking P talking.. the dude knows for sure that XIA has set up a trap for him in his regular station.. the dude is smart.. the dude suspects P might be a double agent.. dude says... oops and he doesnt get off the station.. P doesnt know.. P doesnt care.. the dude knows.. that P is clean.. P is good.. P is geniune and P is his boss..

the dude gets down at the next station..rain hits his face.. its a rain of joy of being alive and knowing that ppl who you trust once, rarely ever break the trust.. the dude lives. the dude is happy..

midnight masala

let me clarify that there is no sleaze in this post..no..nope.. none whatsoever...

was feeling hungry and decided to make aloo masala..right at 12:00 am.. with thoughts jumping from mundanely mundane to complexly complex... 1 pinch of salt to mutex lock on a threadsafe function..

not to sound repititive ( i repeat this a lot).. the moral of the story, this particular story is to do whatever i want to do, without putting in constraints like time, name, place, animal, thing.. if i want something, i am doing it now... its a realization of the fact that at the age of 30.. i dont have much time to do things which i want.. short term happiness is much more enjoyable and storable and bearable in memory banks, rather than foregoing chotu chotu things in search of a bigger 'happiness' 10 years down the line..

i can say a lot of things :-) but with a single member readership.. i dont want to make any funny comments... let me build up a bigger audience i say :-) ... hunted

f.r.i.e.n.d.s

trivia and friends.. aah how many times have i said the excuse..look a ufo and ran out of the class, hall, dorm or room...whenever ppl said lets play friends trivia... i cant remember things for nuts.. i can laugh at friends :-) wildly and absurdly..but to ask me rachel's middle names middle letter is bordering on the insane for me :-)

but now.. no..no more running away.. its all about stepping upto to the plate..or stepping upto the plot... friends..trivia.. u have the no idea what has been unleashed on you..

crimemastaaar gogo

crimemaastar gogo vs gunmaastar g9..

to be or not to be

courage is defined when you do something without caring about the consequences... heavy duty stuff..hai tuj mein poori botal ka nasha botal ka nasha..

courage equates to stupidity in a statistical way.. the probability of a successful outcome(subjective) is the least when things are doing in a stupid way(subjective)... ppl who are averse to risk conclude that by not doing anything bcos the outcome is not favorable, their lives are more happys...

is it true? if u hold urself back at every little step... why learn to walk at all?

am i brave or am i stupid..i am stupid cos if i want to do something i do it first and then think if it was right or not.. or sometimes i dont think at all..if u do something, thats done and it stays done..u cant say..tooch toooch and go back to not doing it ...

ppl call me stupid..i am immune to that.. ppl call me brave..i am immune to it.. i dont know if i read this somewhere..yeah no..my sister put in her facebook profile as a status.. its like after 20 years or something..we shudnt be feeling bad abt things which we cudnt do..so i dont want to give that chance to myself.. if in the next second i die cos the guy living above me drops his dumbell and falls thru the floor.. me has a lot of things to do.. me doing..like blogging for example :-D stupid stupid stupid

inspiration

logistics.. since we spend a lot of money on things which we dont need..why cant i convince ppl i know to sponsor someone's education by like contributing 10$ every month? 100 is too high a number but if i can convince 50 ppl, its like what 500$?

some kid in india can probably do wonders...start an ngo? i dont want profits...seriously no...but do i have the conviction to see that the money goes to where its intended to?? need commitment and willpower..given that i have nothing else to do today..let me see where things go..

operation bookstore

rain

not that its a very very cliched thing..but i love rain..when ppl stay indoors..i run out get drenched and get sick..

i used to drive faster if it was raining, knowing that the traffic would be less and my zappers would save me..

drove from banglore to ooty in blinding rain.. why? cos it was raining..and i had the bestest company.. 2 equally insane ppl who love the rain..

as i type, i wish i had a white pant and white shoes..i want to get drenched ala tollywood hero style... a heroine in a white saree wud be equally nice.. but nooo i am not pushing my luck too wildly in new england..

i used to think why ppl cant make waterproof papers..i could make paper boats which wudnt get messed up in the rain..

i love my suzukis...they never let me down during the monsoons and the waterlogged roads in bangalore.... there was this one time when there were like virtual floods and my roommate and me were craving for beer( ala harold and kumar for white castle burgers).. started the bike and drove drove..drove past half sunken cars..abandoned pulsars..the dear 2 stroke kept stroking away....earned respect.. waiter says..saar...waaat rain ..waat bike, it didnt stop? he wanted to buy it then and there..

rain = mirchi bajji

rain = chicken 65

rain = challati RC in taj dhaba with butter chicken chilli chicken roti and bestest friends

rain = be a kid @ 30

rain = what i am doing here..let me get drenched and come back..

wetesstly yours

ravi

good morning

I cant remember when was the last time I woke up so early and that too on a weekend... Its like almost cheating cheating... i cant seem to wake up for nuts before 8am on weekdays.. I have to be in office by 9.. and I end up tripping spilling poking and whatever ing to office..

Was it the wine that kept me awake or was it the happiness.. happiness is a weird term.. i think and i assume that i am generally happy person..i called myself a stone couple of blogs ago.. i mean.. i cud go through the most hopelessest times anyone can go through, smiling or laughing away.. maybe i am 'mad' as my teachers in school labelled me.. RAVI why are u laughing..nothing teacher.. only mad ppl laugh at nothing... oh ya oh ya..its repetitive.. i know :-D but i wud be glad to be called mad over n over n over again..

so what does waking up at 6am on a saturday mean.. for one..it shouldnt involve cleaning up the flood on the bathroom floor after u too blind to close the shower curtain after the soap did a high jump over it..i wish i cud video tape that particular part of it and not the nasty stuff.. in sl0-mo..a blue soap jumping out of my hand..twirling twirling...thinking to itself.. " Ha...gravity.. catch me if you can.. Ha the bar..the bar..i am a bar too no.. i am jumping now.. this nasty bugger is abusing, let me run jump fly... oops...who put the ceiling here..mayday mayday "

so ya..where was i? 6am on a saturday morning after being late to work the whole week... its a reflection of happiness..good wine...good food..extremely good friends..holes in my pocket..zero savings..payments.. good running shoes..old age.. sinusitis.. blindness.. solitude....

I m not worried about money..cos i dont have any.. i am only worried about my health.. am i worried? well... eating dynamite shrimp when i am allergic to sea food.... i am happy happy happy.. i dnt really know why i shud be so happy.. it feels like cheating that i am like ignoring everything that i shudnt ignore and keeping myself in an imaginary illusion that might pop anytime soon..am i worried? naah..cos i am so 'creative' that i can create another illusion for myself and be happy allover again..

things to do for today:

1) dont think

2) dont think

3) dont think

4) dont dream

5) dont think

good morning

yours obedienteliest

Ravi

movie list movie list

please caantribute?

big trouble in little china

v for vendettta

amistaad

schindlers list

those magnificient men in their flying machines

gods must be crazy

sixth sense

sleepless in seattle

office space

employee of the month ( dane cook)

the lord of the rings : two towers

matrix - complete series

definitions

to define something is the most complicated task in the world.. i cud never define things clearly.. cos my perspective on things changed faster than i cud blink... that i CANT see properly is another story altogether... how do i define the bottle of green heineken on the table in front me? is it a bottle, is it green? what is green? i remember.. for a question in ukg.. i wrote the answer as, patients are kept under the bed..

and now since the topic of books came up.. someone stole my journal long time back and i am pretty sure I know who it is.. but then jokes apart....if there is another thing i want to be buried along with( apart from my bikes).. its a book.. a leather bound copy of foutainhead...

life is peacefull..

guddi rests in peace

jumpstart

another one of those weird days...where u step into your workplace with a hopeless sense of foreboding and within a couple of mins, things take a drastic uturn from being utterly completely and comprehensively hopeless to moments of pure unadulterated ecstatic joy.. its a celebration of the human brain to overcome despair and grab onto the rocket to the moon in a matter of seconds..

apparently i think, i assume, i speculate that hopelessness bring out the best in me.. point to ponder.. i do well when things are looking bleak..if aal iz well.. i sleep..i take things in a hopelessley relaxed way.... i am not proud of it and i m trying to create a new version out of me.. but ;-) its a work in progress
someone should correct my speeliing misteakes i say..

am i happy? i am default happy...today, i am on another plane..

happys happys

18 till i die

the bryan adams always made a lot of sense... not more than mpeople... but still made a substantial contribution in shaping certain personality traits..

18 till i die..

There was this time when we used to be hopelessly drunk and sing summer of 69 at the top of our voices on tank bund road.. summer of 69u..i bought my first realu six stringu...

do those moments define me? did they shape my personality? i am very sure that they did.. cos after all these years, the summeru of 69u is still bhery bhery closest to me :-)

Blasphemous Coder

I have been called a lot of things.. a lot of good things and a lot of bad things... extremely bad things.. but never, mind you, never was i called a Blasphemous Coder(tash tash).. I have never been more lost(tash tash) as to what i am.. good vs bad vs blasphemous? is blasphemous a superlative of good? i hope so :-D

the HRs can clarify without tash tashes :-D

mistake

the best part about learning from mistakes, is that we tend to repeat them again :-D

double action

what really happens when a multithreaded application goes awry? zero ideas.. theory is good, in practice it just sucks, sucks better than my trust o'reck vaccuum...

ah skype... the universe is unfolding itself..we always tend to ask and ignore why few things are made..and they show their true purpose in life :-)

ah facebook... the same to same to you too :-D

the day goes on..soon it will be 18 till i die

idlies vs diamonds

I apparently asked this question...

amma, idlies are big no..diamonds are small no..so why are diamonds so costly then? apparently I was less than 3 yrs old at that time.. and 27 yrs later.. i still cant get around that question.. how do we place a value on something.. how can is gold more valuable than copper ? 1 dosa for the price of 2 idlies?

i know that i sound stupid..yeah.. i have to be stupid cos i cant understand it anyway...

M People

if there was one particular tape which I, and most of the good friends, repeatedly destroyed..it was Bizzaire Fruit by mpeople.. If i remember correctly, I bought 4 tapes of the same album in 6 months.. 100Rs was a big amount back then...

Each song still makes a lot of sense.. each song still sounds freshest..

personal favorites

ranked in ascending order are my top 5..did i get that right?

sugar town

walk away

search for the hero

sight for sore eyes

Precious Pearl

the pani..if you ever get to this page.. this one is for you.. the song that inspired us collectively is the search for the hero... what a song..what a life..aah :-D one sallati coming up..

challenged

grammatically challenged - Yes

morally challenged - Yes/no

physically challenged - no(for the time being though)

emotionally challenged - yes/no

visually challenged - he he he.. guddi is going to be my official middle name

13

13.. the number fascinated me from the day I got to know that its unlucky.. didnt make sense at that moment.. but then.. it was my first friday the 13th and i lost my dad's pen at school... i sneaked it out of his pocket to show it off at school..and the thing i showed off the next monday were the welts on my back...friday the 13 + 13 + ravi== deadly..

my atlas rebel was stolen on a friday the 13th..the same year, i saw a very funny movie on star movies called 'saturday the 14th'.. the theme was that if you thought friday the 13th was bad..then the next saturday is the massested..and double the misery..

but back to the number 13..just 13.. it stuck to me for 4 years of engineering..yep..it was my roll number :-) number 13..aargh...i got my cricket jersey and the team nicely gave me the no13 jersey.. 13 scares me..13 inspires me..13 terrifies me..13 pushes me hard to not to do the right thing :-D...13 confuses me...13 excites me..13 13s me...

and its almost like @30, today is probably the most exciting 13th day ever..what happens today? no idea... will something happen today? will 1 & 3 finally unfold their collective mysteries to me? time only shall tell..and yeah..the 14th should also be able to tell it..

workflow

workflows, singlesign on..otto.. :-) lifes good..extremely good..

been reading a couple of blogs lately and the clarity of thought and the effort amazes me.. one talks about kicking the baltee whereas the other says, shoes are the reflection of a guy's character..

makes sense?? well to me.. nothing makes sense except the blog in which the guy goes on about gultee ultee dhotee..what the TEE i say..

and now the specialist says..poppins.. i miss those treats a lot.. there was another thing by the name of rola cola? cola cola? those were the happy times...

downward slope

shud have expected it sooner..after the initial euphoria..comes the lull.. what do i write.. do i beleive in god?

hmm... my standard response to it would be..trick question ah?.. but hmm

i dont know.. i guess lot of ppl have been through this a lot, so what i say might be not at all new..

disclaimer : this is to not hurt any ones sentiments..incase you dont like it...close the door on the way out

monday

the sinus kicking in.. the cold is the not for the me :-(

sunday

tasks to do for today

- clean up the apt

- cook

- finish off the leftover alcohol..

- generally be happy

coming to back my story about i keep remembering things told by an old wise man from china, who wasnt actually chinese but an african nomad who lost his way while tending his sheep and was too hopeless to ask for directions... the old wise man then said.. be happy.. thats it.. nothing more and certainly nothing less.. these are the 2 random words randomly strung together which appeal to me the most.. be happy.. followed by..what else can go wrong?

having been in situations which couldnt possibly get any more worser.. i think..i am..personally.. a stone..a happy stone :-D who tries to float on water by thinking that i can never sink :-D its all in the mind..its all in the mind..followed by aal iz well, aal iz well..

did i lose a couple of pounds by letting this all out :-D yeah baby yeah.. i did, i didded..

idlies

had idlies after ages..never thought that i would miss them so much :-)

does this deserve a post? well... i am not sure..there was a time when the mom used to pack my tiffin dabba daily with idlies and i was completely sick of them... but now... its a different story altogether..

i remember this incident...i guess it was 91..used to walk home from school with this good friend.. and we used to feed our 'leftover' tiffin to a german shepard, which used to wait for us everyday.. and one day..when we were feeding it.. we get smacked on our heads.. and it was by a teacher from our school..she used to teach the senior sections...we ran..and as fate seems to follow me..the very next year..she was our class teacher :-).. i was punished punished and more punished for making her dog overweight, indisciplined, what not :-)

chota chota incidents like these define my life.. do i really need to share them though, is another question..

let me think..

the ciao

the phone call

i cant remember the last time i was so hyper on the phone :-D the conference call with the best of the friends and the mood took off from an already high plane..

the pani, can u carry a gun on the flight to india?

the pani, if something happens to you in india, will aussie army come in helicopter to rescue u?

the pani, how do you say parade saavdhaan in english?

it sometime amazes me that i havent really grown up, even after all these years.. the same thought process which was running when i was 18, is the same one which is still running.. i wish my body also followed the same pattern.. i still crave for the same bike, I cant seem to like bigger better and newer bikes.. i still reread the books which i read when i was a kid.. i cant seem to like new ones.. the list goes on..so what went wrong? naah...it should be ..how do you do it ravi..how can u remain so damn consistent..or stubborn(for all you ex-girlfriends)..

weird statistic befor signing off.. the number of days i knew someone before their 'happy birthday' popped up..

the least - 6

the most - 224

all magic, no logic

thinking about all the things to which i can apply this..... all magic, no logic..

1 a beautiful woman smiling at me..yeah..definitely

2 vvs laxman batting...maybe there is some logic here..but again..

3 suzuki samurai

4 lottery?

5 my masters..

6 comments on this blog :-D..

its a mac

finally got the mac to work..thanks rama :-)

what do i do with a mac? its a completely different experience..thats for sure...for someone who makes a living off the windows platform.

i mean..like what can be so radically different, at the end of the day, its just a machine with a bunch of keys, which does what you want it to do... and that, ladies and gentelmen..is the final truth..at the end of the day..each machine is simply what it is..a machine..which does what it is told..nothing less..and sometimes a little more..

i noticed that the more i write, the more messed up my grammar gets...the more i talk, the more i fumble.. i think its repetitive stress syndrome for my brain..food for thought? yeah baby..

so coming back to the mac... its nice, its cool..its exteremly cool.. in the sense that the aluminium body gets freakingly cold early in the mornings..

what do i want next?

thinking...

thinking.... shutting down..sleeping

weird...

most of the websites i know..are blocked in my workplace..wonder who overlooked what and this one got through..
does it mean, a revival of sorts? the guddi and the blogging again..and that too with a vengence.. i have successfully exceeded in 4 days, what i wrote in 5 years..
what can be the reasons..
numero uno reason0 == i am singularily single and have a loooooooooooooooooooooot of spare time to spend on my keyboard.. girls hand for a keyboard :-( bad trade
reasono 2 == i dont have a bike anymore..spanner for a keyboard..bad trade again.. well, since i am here..let me say that hondas are terribly and disappointingly reliable..they never have a problem :-(...my toolkit is rusting away..

both the above reasonos are interchangable i guess..cos items involved with reason1 complain about reason2 and items in reason2 demand more of my time than reasono1..

conclusion.. I am 30 (Q.E.D) or hence proved

how i almost missed my train and almost got hooked up with a pretty girl

5pm, packing up.. ben rushes up and say..dude, you gotta stay back..nooo...been there..done that..fix the bug, shoot the emails, curse my luck, stare at tracy's legs..curse my luck for not sitting across her..get on the fone, stare at her again...get off the fone..client happys...look at the clock 6:20..curse my luck again..and start running towards the station...manage to get on the 6:30 train with seconds to spare..find a seat, settle down...close my eyes..and duh..why isnt the train moving? curse my luck again...the trains delayed due to some track maintenance...damn damn damn...

pretty girl: excuse me

ravi: hey beautiful.. actual words ( duh..)

pg: does this train go to framingham?

ravi: for you, this will go anywhere (duh...i no..dont..maybe..zz)

pg: oh ok..i thought this train goes to framingham..

ravi: no no no, this train does go to framingham (no, yes..framingham framingham)

and then..i put my nose down into my iphone and start browsing

goldfish in a pool of sharks

been talking to this person... and she came up with this line about a goldfish fighting sharks... interesting.. its not too often that i think..but when i think..i really think that i think.. and to grudgingly give credit to where it's due.. that line almost made sense.. gory..

whats up doc

why do i feel like writing again...2 posts in 1 day..this is my most productive day ever.. is it that the statistics that the drive the me? i was in a weird situation today morning, when i was drafting a tech document..the amount of the 'the's in the document was scary..

i tried to be normal and sober and cut down the 'the's..but it was completely hopeless.. The agent waits for the update process to do the update by which the the the...and then I the realised that i am the obsessed with the definte article.. what started out as the fun, is the taking over the my the life.. i can feel the eggs the hitting my face...i feel sorry for you..the reader, who the had the misfortune of the coming across this page...

introspection

the hardest part about looking back is to go forward in the first place... ok..now where did i lose the plot?

ppl say that they cant understand what I write.. I completely agree with them..If writing is an extension of what goes inside your mind..whatever I write complete and utterly reflects the state of my mind..chaos..or randomness..i know quite a few number words..but they are just words..hanging independent of each other..waiting to be strung together and you know..expect to make sense and justify their existence.. ok..now where did i lose the plot? (twice)

i keep waiting for the spark to ignite my whatever that i have been waiting for..and i keep missing bonfires along the way..no did that sound right? on a very particular level, it didnt sound right at all..

i am a crowd pleaser, or rather i assume that i am a crowd pleaser..if there exists a word as such..it feels childish almost, to say that i am crowd pleaser..its like i am trying to impress my class teacher in 2nd standard, so that she can me extra marks and i can get a bigger helping of vanilla icecream cos of those extra marks.. now where did i lose the plot?

i find happiness in solitude..i find happiness amongst people..am i confused..no i am not..or am i? who are you..and now this is completely on the edge of being shambolic..

if only there was a writable version of abstract paintings..wherein you splash colors on a canvas when you are drunk and make millions of dollars..this is my equivalent..this is my contribution..and this is my life on a plate..

here i am..

Its been ages since I visited this page.. on second thoughts, i was never a regular blogger anyway to seriously miss it...

i seem to hit backspace more often than i hit any other key...