Take ur pick

 

Much ho-ha-ha was heard when some of my colleagues saw this album lying on my desk. My musically illeterate superiors condemned me for listening to “SUCH THINGS’ coz they thought its affecting me as a human. Ppl thought that I was some kinda evil witch or something. Hmmm… Ok.

http://www.ibnlive.com/news/incredible-india-infants-thrown-off-roofs-to-thank-god/64068-3.html

In my defence, please check out the above link and take ur pick.

“Its atleast anyday better than hanging babies the right way down”

-DAVE MUSTAINE (ARSENAL OF MEGADETH/on the cover of YOUTHANASIA)

 

The Evolution

The transition from being an optimist to a realist has been extremely painful, but yes, very helpful. I remember now Ram had told this to me once (eons ago) that being practical hurts the least. Correct. I know he’s right, now. But this realisation is what Im talking abt. The journey is what Im thinking abt. Hard-hitting one. I fell down, hurt myself allover. Then with all the pain I tried to get up only to be pushed down again. More hurt, more pain. My heart bled. It sank in its own blood. I left food, water, health and dedicated myself to work. Then came someone who walked away with all the credit. I felt like shit. I cared in almost all the possbile ways only to find that Im walking alone. The spirit thats battered in most possible ways always feels petrified when u ask for its help.

I feel like a moron when I realise that Im searching for something that doesn’t really exist in today’s world. Biggest examples would be integrity @ workplace and trust in r’ships.

I cant think of a title..

Morning @ 7 am: Me filled with ideas to write abt.. like my friends, the dent on the treadmill, the scorching heat, my gorgeous new PC, etc…..

Evening @ 10 pm: Me “DAZED & CONFUSED”…… I dont know what to write…

Had been to Jay’s with Ram. The usual sight there… college guys n gals with their books, bags (LOL), shouting in the name of talking n blah blah blah… what stuck me was the kinda clothes that they were wearing.. and the hairdos??? I was like “man, what on earth is that!!!!”…. the hairstyle of guys was like some alien birds’ nests… u touch that hair n some sparrows will surely fly off! jeans – perilously dangling from somewhere (I dont know what that part is called but I assure u thats not WAIST/HIP), tees – rag cloth (my maid uses a more decent cloth to sweep the floor), shoes – like they’ve been stolen from some temple in a hamlet and accent – its like shit coming outta their mouths… now the girls.. here the less said the better… coz even the attire was such… the less the better! low waist jeans… Im no Cindy Crawford (getting there), but Jesus! it was like a butt-crack-contest!

But why am I writing abt all this… What does all the above crap got to do with me n my lame life? Who the hell am I to talk abt what others wanna wear, wanna do….. guess if I read this post, I might end up reaching my pain threshold within the first few lines… HRRRRRRRMPHHH…..

Yeah, one more thing… was playing NAME-PLACE-ANIMAL-THING with my building kiddos.. all 1st n 2nd standard smarty pants when Anivia asked me “can u name something that starts with the letter M” n i almost blurted out an expletive!!! thats when I realised MUG is a better n more easier word to write, pronounce! PHEWWWWWW…

Listening to some Queensryche now……

Im angry… GRRRRRRRRR

One of those days when I dont feel like doing anything. Dont feel like talking, dont feel like listening to anyone, dont want my music, my books, my guitar….. Nothing. I mean ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Though I feel like whacking the shit outta the one who tries to sneak into my space. Mood Swings? No clue. Could be. Why? Am I not entitled to have one? Or many for that matter?

Anyways, ever thought abt what’d happen if u ever come across someone who very successfully manages to annoy u so much that u will wanna gleefully or happily murder him/her?? Well, I’m thinking abt this now and thinking  of ways (of how to get rid of such a rodent)………

Hopeless Musings – Yet Again

Exactly a year since I started blogging, something that I’m addicted to now. So this is for the one who induced me into this side of the world:

Sang wrote to me from Malaysia asking me how life was treating, how am doin n all. Sang, here’s how:

6.30 am to 8.30 am – Household Chores (Cleaning, cooking, washing, etc…)

9.00 am to 9.00 pm – Work (I dont know if this is the best or the worst phase of my day)

9.30 pm to 11.00 pm – Household chores (yeah, again)

By 11.01 pm, Im as dead as a DODO! This was just Monday… Then comes Tuesday (same schedule), then Wednesday (same schedule), then ………..

Errr… excuse me, can anyone tell me where to download this freaking thing called “LIFE”… yeah yeah, most loved words come in four letters, but where, in the name of heaven or hell, is mine?

Bandstand, Music, Sunset

Saturday and Sunday evenings, sometimes eventful, but most of the times boring n lame. Last Saturday was no different with me working till abt 9.30 at night, reviewing all the audit comments, filing, charges, incomes, operational costs n losses, etc… Then came Sunday. Saw this flick Juno… Ellen Page, LOLzzz.. Brilliant performance! With Ram calling me to Bandstand, I went half heartedly, coz I was still reeling under the after effects of Juno. The ride was quick and BAMMM, we were in B’Stand by 5. The scene there was bewitching! Nice breeze, the sea was full and the sun was shining away to glory! Man, the smell of sea!!! WOWW! I dont know how to choose good wordsto describe the kind of mesmerising experince that I had in the next 3 hours. We chose a good place to sit, put on our earphones n there we were! I tell u, a combo of Joe Sat, Vai, Oasis, Gary Moore, John Lennon, Iron Maiden, Dream Theatre can do wonders to soothe ur raging thoughts. Just me with Ram, my music and the sea in its full and absolute glory for 3 straight hours… BLISS! Also, we dint say a word to each other. While I understood the power of silence, he thinks its the best conversation that we’ve had in the last 6 years! Very true, I say….