• Economics
• History
• Equity Valuations and Valuations in general
• US Elections (like Indian judiciary trials)
• Driving a car at midnight in Bangalore
• Watching Ghost In The Shell
• Spreading music for the love of music
• Doing nothing but looking busy
• Cursing HP for their laptop battery problems
• Realizing empty accounts dont make more noise
• Random driving across places
• College library (there’s something about this place)
• Being in college (i dont want to work !)
• Realizing at 8, that the class is at 10, but cursing that u did not know it in advance
• Looking at the works of Leonardo DaVinci in the biggest book dedicated to this in the library, i think i’ve read the whole book around 10 times and the maximum time i spent was obviously with MonaLisa asking her if she was smiling because of pity or my helplessness.
• Listening to music anytime anywhere
• Sitting in the last bench in classes and still being passed off as a serious kid with a future
• washing clothes
• Exploring the Rock culture of Bangalore
• Walking through the college
• Doing things without a thought
• Being a complete jerk with myself and reason not about it
• Explore various TV Series and recommend them to people
• Washing hands before using the laptop to avoid the oil stains
• Hot water in the shower
• College getting over by 1
• The moments immediately after the exam paper when the head’s totally blank and u have a pencil to tick (again pretend) that u know something.
• Calling people names (i mean surnames )
• Realizing that my name is not so common and worse my second name makes me a Russian!
• Going mad about class cancellation new’s
• Knowing what the world holds so we try to maximize the laziness.
• Reading news paper early morning
• Tea at the local shop beside AKF (that’s the deadliest shortform!)
• Walking on the road of Christ School
• Jumping signals
• Writing at odd times and making notes in the phone (makes me look professional)
• Stocking up piles of clothes and books and transfer them either to the table or the bed according to the need of table/bed.
• Reading Sunday TOI
• Calling up home and asking whats on the menu that i can be jealous of
• Imagining to get a normal job and having a normal life (it’s probably the second tuffest thing in the world)

Well, do i have to say anything more ? I realized that i have genuine interest in few aspects of life and none whatsoever in death and beyond at this moment, all i know i have good pals here with me, for which I’m really really glad !

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The addictions of life may well run into infinity, but the addiction of wanting to let someone want you or oneself is something that would never run out of fashion, I’m not all that good with words, I’m just decent with twirling them with emotions that make situations complicated to get out of, the addiction, again, of dreaming is sensible, but when sterile actions take control and press charges for the obvious, what’s left is just the soul’less addicted self that one has to handle and hold within oneself or let loose onto an other for safety, security and probably for the comfort feeling of being secure. What’s succeeded is what’s important and  worthy of looking and answering, but what if the very cause is deceit? What then, how would you answer to yourself the very question that has been anticipated to be the most disturbing of all thoughts and problems that one has to live with, maybe strength, strength again, through addiction, strength through resources, strength through comfort and strength through numbers. But when life kills you anyway, what would one possibly want out of it? Is it the congregation of thoughts to keep oneself happy, or is it the absolute need of not letting go and looking over the thin divide and lie to oneself.

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Such exactly is the altercation between infatuation and love, there’s no such rational divide that exists, there’s just random thoughts and again, encrypted messages not to be decrypted in public or outside self, the very action of “investing so heavily” onto something momentary is to ensure that this life before death is worth a penny or even more, well in INR it’s got to be some paisa, to understand the aimless aim’s everyone’s been chasing is more than a philosophy in itself, understanding it purely and putting the derivations to action is tuff, the madness that it leaves behind is sadly evident, the wreck, it makes oneself to, is definitely a pleasing sight, specially when all that you think that you have done has been dismissed efficiently into a platter full of gutter charm and composure, then one would ask why celebration? Why at all, that’s the basic paradox of it all, theres no certain explanation to what it could be and what it should and what exactly it is, but the complex connections and routes within the tunnels that would rather meet and pretend to dissolve themselves into the gloomy shadows one would want to leave and move ahead pretending to look for, at exactly where they left behind, but if all you left behind were a forest of shadows, where would light penetrate into the flow of thoughts and make you realize that all you had for yourself was nothing better than what the frog in the well had thought of itself, a master, the ultimate power, but all that would again need an re-inforcement and that’s exactly what life is all about.

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It’s about reinforcing the doubt into clarity, it’s not about doing it yourself, it’s about getting it done and feeling secure about what has been done and living in a fear of being discarded and disapproved of what has just been accomplished, life has nothing much more to offer, it’s all about a second chance of making one believe in what one wants to believe but would not because there’s been no hand-of-god to suggest what has been said and what has to be done is right and will be so, forever, but that’s when the lying get’s to the picture, it surpasses the need, the necessity of human emancipation to the truthful but would rather bet it’s dime on relying on the blatant lies of the second fiddle to just let know the comforts of numbers and the wonders of divided trust and belief. Simply put, the remote control has been safely given to pals and family for an efficient entertaining life through channels and records that one would want to juxtapose with life itself that maybe some day one would wonder about what happened to the tape and why are they voices interposing each other with screams and laughter at the same time, coming back, like we have never deviated, the thin line between infatuation and love falls in the category of thoughts expressed, it’s more than reinforcement, it’s the juxtaposition of life itself onto the ideal commotion of feelings and horrendous belief’s that things can be true, they can be better for better and not worse, they can make someone sense the innermost desire of fulfillment of need through some one who is not you, when life can drench oneself out of the common sense and the guts to make see for themselves that the truth, may not always be told, still beholds the power than the consensus, maybe it’s time that you have thought and thought hard about what has been said and how true it has been, I wonder some times, the weak, the meek, have an altogether life carved for themselves in their hearts and that is something that they have learn’t to live with, to live without questioning, to live without self opposition, to live without deriving the logical and to suppress the rest for no explainable reason but to believe than in something that is not them.

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Come to think of it, life kills you anyway, so why bother . . .

I would not goto Coffee houses, I dont like them, the ambience is awesome, the people are rich, coffee’s are fattenning (not like i care) but the company and the thoughts that would freely flow can be obstructed, thats the main problem with places like these, gladly i did find a pal with whom I could make a decent coffee table conversation, my hope in Bangalore that would help me in nothing but finding myself through the web of illogicity. More than anything one thing I would acknowledge that Coffee places with all fancy books for menu’s and furniture out of Star Trek, always seemed to have just one effect on me, NOTHING. These places exist because people still discover them, haunt them and make way for newer people, I have nothing to do with these places, neither will I say, that i wont enjoy them, but there’s a certain sense of stupidity in the air, specially with the CD on repeat, if you’ve stayed for long in a coffee place, U’ll know that not all places tune into a station from Worldspace and help the listener to relax, they just want your wallet to rest itself, sandwich between the comfort cushion and your butt, that makes one feel comfortable, the feeling of forgetting what your wallet does to your butt is comforting, but scary at the same time, thats why I take it out and keep it under the desk in the class, the keys, the watch, chewing gums, etc etc all go there, I like my pockets empty, thats why, I realised that your pockets can be empty for the while, you are static, on the move, you need things and need to check yourself with them, on an average day, you can walk back to the class from the parking lot and claim your things, but in coffee places, they would disappear faster than what a second would do on your clock. Nevertheless, it’s worth trying, well, I think I will sometime.

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What joy could a coffee place bring more than the knowledge update process of fashion and making oneself realise how under-dressed they are or how many more pounds do they have to look like Aishwarya Rai clone, the best part is I have these thoughts too, but the moment, the coffee is on the table, I forget it all, i forget what it means to be a little overflowing out of the chair and I relax to assume, this is possibly the best moment of the day, the brown’s the green’s the red’s all mixed, mashed and dressed with white cream from head to toe, worse the glass’es inner walls are also decorated by using a special technique of chocolate pouring that would ashame a new age artist, what would happen to originality, there’s possibly a new art form, hidden within those glass walls, best part is the art is hidden in every second of its consumption and existence, the traces of fat, cream, lips, hand prints, all add up to the beauty, every single second of it, all this when you are not concentrating on the other person and know that the jabber is everyday possible and today is no special day, except that the glass cup right infront of you is a marvel of glass producing technology with no sense of ergonomics and right there, you decide to forget it all and show people un-consciously how well you can handle a cup with a handle at the bottom and make it look you’re doing the coolest thing in the world being there at that particular day, at that particular time.

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The people are the part of the process, I see everything, trust me when i say that, Bangalore gives a scope to the virgin eyes to land upon the sensual parts that would otherwise put one to shame or make want to turn away their heads, but then it they want to, you should not mind being an audience for them and the worse part if you go tell them that they look stunning or look like “My next wife” they’ll freak out and call the cops instead of offering you more caffeine hoping to listen to more such stuff, it’s all weird and wired, one wants it, but when faces it, gets scared and seeks help, so whats the point ? The low waists, deep cuts to chests, no sense making tops (to be read as wrongly inclined tops), accessories (these things will steal the jobs of artists oneday!), glasses, Oh glasses, these are the real things one would want to show off, come in all shapes and sizes, square, rectangle, irresponsible oval, semi confused broad frames, multi-layered single inched glasses, invisible machine tools, shades of black, shades of fading black from top to bottom, I’m waiting to see a bottom to top one!, thin frames, thick frames, dual coloured frames, no frames (Yeah, who thought only Morpheus can wear them, you can too, just dont forget looking into the mirror) and what not, the glasses are an integral part of hiding your identity more than the necessity of the scientific wonders that have been imbibed in them for eye protection, its more of matching the lace of my left shoe’s tip, so I’d wear it types.

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Coffee Houses, the wonder of having them in popular roads is all this, you see sense in all the senseless activities and conclude the sense of having all these is being senseless enough to try to make some sense out of people’s common sense. Aaah, here’s my multi-coloured coffee. Phew !

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P.s – I’ll miss you Madhu, Good Luck.

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Everyone is so comfortable with ignoring things that have been ignored in the past and would be ignored in the future that one forgets there’s a part of life that one wishes to see, acknowledge and enjoy it as part of life, the truth, sadly does not fit in here anywhere, the truth and the feeling of losing have something in similar, that’s the “Act of being in peace with onself for the moment” and once the moment passes one would do anything to have the feeling of not letting it happen and some times wish they’d not gone to the extent of letting it happen or silently suffer, the more people one meet’s the stronger the opinion gets, people of either kind who would either accommodate the fact that it’s all ok are surprisingly less when compared to the people who would rather not want to face it at all, this is no surprise, no one would want to ruin a day, a relationship, just because the facts are now lying bare on the table and 10 minutes ago, everything was as sweet as sugar, now it’s probably considerable cubes of chalk powder that seem like sugar but would taste weird.

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If i knew the conflict that i would have with myself, I would never have ventured into recollecting the facts and putting them on the table of discussion with people I knew, I would’ve just let them go, but then again, I would think if it’s worthy of being discussed and had it not happened would I be happy with myself and the answer to that is no, at this rate, I see the probability of people being with me in any form of relationship declining faster than the deterioration of coral reefs, I’m glad that they might not feel what I feel as it’s not a comfortable scenario to gulp and digest, one word of advice – If you find it necessary to say whats on your mind, ensure you say it at the earliest and not at a forum where things can get hazy, it saves time, patience, the act of being kind and understanding some one. Basically saves life from happening. I’d prefer that, life, on the other hand happens all the time whats important is how we let it happen, by our will or directed by the hands of someone who would want to let us have the life we want either ways.

MTV ibibo Superstar –Ahmed Khan’s Pathshala is probably a disgrace in the name of reality entertainment (some one show them the acclaimed tape of Swedish version of Big Brother), the show took off in the highly popular youth channel MTV, everything seems to be going great for the show and for the sponsors and the eye balls that want to devour more of everything that they have to offer, but there seems to be a problem with the show which probably my cynical eyes have noted after watching 10 minutes of the first episode, its not a dancing competition, it’s not an impersonification experiment, it’s the sheer exercise of “Killing one’s self respect” I am amazed at the ease with which this is going on and is being sold in the name of modern entertainment.

I’ll list what actually happens on the show

• · There are auditions like always.
• · People are asked to fill up questionnaires and are asked to dance.
• · Participants are judged based on what they have filled, their looks and dancing capabilities (fair enough, media always needs cute looks and incorrigible expressions).
• · Participants are then finalized based on the scores that the judges give to all of them and then call upon the winners to make a video.
• · The participants obviously drowning in their hero-heroine worship are targeted without caution and notice and are told that they would be “(insert a star’s name here)” for two days.
• · Voila, they cannot control their emotions on camera and jump to joy hearing that they would be “(insert their favorite star’s name here)” for two days.

So, what’s the problem there?

The problem is why should any self respecting man/woman be some one else in their life time, are they not happy with their existence? Or do they think they are one of the myriad souls that haunt themselves because they could not be what they want to be? Or worse are they one of the millions living out there who wish they had everything they want without wanting to pay the price? I think the answer is the last one, I mean, how could you call up your mom and say “Mom, MTV is giving me an opportunity to be (Insert his/her favourite star’s name)” with the voice on the other side saying “I’m proud of you my son”, where have the days of “Mom, I got into the best job I could” and “Dad, now, I’m independent, my business plan is a success” gone?

Am I over-reacting? I don’t think so, for everything that I am, I am everything but ashamed of myself, for having lived (mind you I have not used the term “existed”) I definitely have regrets about things I could have done and have not because of various reasons the primary one being not trying hard enough and I guess that eclipses everything else that I can think of any day. What excuse do these participants have? For not wanting to be themselves, It’s clearly out of my thought process, I cannot think of a single reason as to why, couldn’t it be better had MTV given them a chance to meet their favourite stars and let them get tips about how one could rise to the occasion and do what they want to do and most of all believe in themselves that it’s all ok and it’s all fine, till the time you do nothing but try (Some one get these fools free classes of moral science). There could probably be a hundred other things that these participants could have done, maybe MTV could’ve congratulated them and had a stage show with these participants where their idols could’ve judged them on their performances or rather give them a shot at telly itself by letting them air few episodes of shows that run on the tube, I’m sure it would make no difference, remember “Comedians are people who are paid to be funny”, if they can emote comedy/laughter/tears, I think they can do anything that’s possible on earth for the right compensation.

I’m basically pissed at the fact that a reputed youth channel is making fools of their participants while ensuring that their bellies remain full for another day that could come by. Eye balls are rolling, people are registering on ibibo.com, votes are being cast as I write this and as you read, people are talking about becoming their favourite actors clone on television for their 30 seconds of fame (the show 30 seconds of fame on AXN has some real talented people) and a life time of guilt. I feel sorry for all the actors and actresses of today and tomorrow, it’s sad that they live on apple juice to look good on the screen, they get 6 (and more these days) pack abs for flaunting, they cry when the script wants them to, they die when they are needed to, a crazy world out there. I’m glad that I don’t get lost in such a mayhem and still have an identity that I call “mine”. May all the people who are out there wanting to lose themselves in the madness that has been created be blessed with sense to know themselves and the things that they’re doing in the name of entertainment and fame.

(Kindly do the necessary googling of the show for it details, maybe you could participate too! And if you want to, get off my blog.)

Been tripping on their MCD Where Dreams Turn to Dust since a month i suppose and I totally love this project.

Been working on making my monthly report for the organsation where I’m interning, been quite a ride actually, all this time, people treat me with utmost respect and then they expect me to do the work too, no complaints though, that’s one thing I’ve noticed, what ever I do is ok with them and they respect every single moment of me in the office which i quite enjoy, well, good for all of us. Nevertheless, I’m gonna do a good job for the moment and save the best for the rest, honestly, all I did was gather info and put them in a chronological order and editing it all piece by piece, our results have been announced and well its 1st Class again, Im not disappointed at all, infact I’m quite thrilled that I’ve got nothing to carry for the next year, so it’s a good sign, as days keep rolling off on the calendar, I wonder how will it all be, specially for my parents, I’m gonna be in Hyderabad for the next month and then god knows when i’ll return hopefully, if all things go well, I should be getting a job in Hyderabad itself, I like working here, my friends are all here and even if they’re all around the world, eventually they will be here. Being in Hyderabad for over 21 years has taught me quite many things, the most important of them all is that, I can drive anywhere in the world Well, partly a joke but then the reality is comforting. Opeth’s new album is out and is called “Watershed” and guess I have to get it asap, this is one band that never will have any disrespect from my side since they give their fans the same year after year, album after album.

I’ve been sending funny mailers and stuff in our Google Group for the educated (half) MBA’s out there in Christ, Half cos, its just been an year, an year’s still to go and hopefully will be better for one and all, eventually I’d want all the people I know to be happy, if not atleast successful, yes, you can have one without the other, having both is excellent though I’ve still not met that person who is, some day I know I could meet that person in the mirror itself, optimistically, on a good note, its not something bad to wish for and it’s these wishes that keep on going, if not life would’ve been really boring and dull. Honestly my mind is all calm and at the same time random about what’s exactly going on everywhere, got lots of work to do like always, eventually in the words of Dr. House “Humanity is over-rated” and I agree with him.

House MD, the new TV Series that I’m hooked to, thanks to Chandrakala, is really awesome, I love the script, its brilliant and it’s something that’s everywhere but people fail to acknowledge it, since they know themselves that somewhere down the line, things hurt and when they hurt, It can get pretty nasty, I would not say how many people would like House MD, the sarcasm is totally on a different note and level and one I believe should be able to deal with it, watching it made me think one thing, Dr. House is a genius and honestly I dont want to be him, but i want me to be something that would help myself, in episode DNR, season 1, the musician, says something which shook me to my core and made me wonder what that was all about, simply saying it is what everyone wants but fails to get or rather fails to recognise , oh btw this was that dialogue

John: You don’t risk jail and your career just to save somebody who doesn’t want to be saved unless you got something, anything, one thing. The reason normal people got wives and kids and hobbies, whatever, that’s because they don’t got that one thing that hits them that hard and that true. I got music; you got this. The thing you think about all the time, the thing that keeps you south of normal. Yeah, makes us great, makes us the best. All we miss out on is everything else. No woman waiting at home after work with the drink and the kiss. That ain’t gonna happen for us.

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Dr. House: That’s why God made microwaves.

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John: Yeah. But when it’s over… It’s over.

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I think I’ve said enough, you can ponder over that quote

I have observed, lately the power of the people, who cross the road, if you realise the potential they have in the world of advertising, possibilities can be endless, do you wonder at times where people pay most attention while on roads? Definitely not on hoardings, not on other people on vehicles unless it’s a really good looking girl driving an SUV but at potential frog’s (Read: people) who could jump in between traffic hoping to claim life insurance. On the way to the office today, at a certain junction, people walked till half the road (mind you there was no zebra crossing) and suddenly started moving haphazardly as per their will, poor motorists could just kiss the brake pedal and wait till people gave consent.  Luckily I saw the event happening in the rear view mirror and was astonished about what had just happened wondering how no one but me noticed and I immediately made a note that this would go into my blog today.

Let us calculate the value of the event above or the value of all the people you’d watch out for when you’re on the road –

Let’s assume one is on a two lane, two side road (after being in Bangalore, mentioning that has become important) and there are bus stops at the same place on the either side of the road.

*To collect all the statistics given here, I had to (park my car, pay my parking fee and when I came back, I got some pretty weird looks from the attendant and) wait at a bus stand and counted the number of people getting in and getting out for 5 buses and then I took an average, I also noted the time as the people utilizing the bus service is highly depended on the time of the day. On the whole I observed 5 buses to get the average of the number of people boarding and 5 more buses to get the average of the number of people alighting the bus. The results are as follows*

Stop – Vidya Nagar Cross Roads

Major destinations from the Stop – Koti, Secunderabad, Sir Ronald Ross Institute, Malakpet and Dilsukh Nagar.

Time: 5:35 Pm (That’s almost when I’m out of office)

Total number of people who have boarded – 23

Total number of people who’ve alighted from the bus – 16

From these people I’ve observed that only 12% of them cross the road i.e. 2 people after alighting from the bus had to cross the road.

So, on an average, for every 4 people that alight from the bus, 2 people cross the road instantly to reach their destination. Which implies, let’s assume that in a minute there are at least 3 buses coming to the terminal, meaning 6 people out there would probably cross the road.

6 is the number of people who’s insurance policies should be there or else, there could be a lot of problem for the person who’s hit them and for themselves.

So, eventually one is more careful about these 6 people at bus terminals than anywhere in the city,

Q – So what do we do?

A – We promote a product through these people; at least one of them would do well.

Q – What are the odds of drivers actually noticing them?

A – I’m not sure.

Q – Is this madness?

A – Yeah, I think so.

Q – Am I wasting my time reading this post?

A – Hey, I actually did go to a bus terminal to do all the calculations, give me some credit.

Q – So what else can we do?

A – Remember that it’s not 1 or 2, its 6 people whom you can hit, when you’re speeding mindlessly.

Q – Ok, now can we quit reading this damn blog and never come back?

A – Yessshhh, Be my guest J

Although I would add that it was awesome doing this, was weird, was nice

“Switching off the fans during movie Shootings”

You’ve read it right, probably I’ll post it after this, It’s hidden in the laptop and I do not have enough strength to open it and take the pen drive and Blah ! Oh btw you can check this, group of Indian intellects run this site www.kvltsite.com

At the moment I’m watching Porpupine Tree’s – Fear of the Blank Planet artwork and It’s good. The day feels like Saturday, I dont know why, the whole office made it look like the MD was God himself and all stood up when he walked in and he was given utmost importance, I know he owns 23% of the organisation and pays them all the salary, but then again, whatever ! The whole day, passed off and I am glad it did, honestly it was tuff. Nevertheless there are things i found today and one of them is BarOne

Haha, Barone totally has a different taste in your mouth unlike anyother chocolate, had two BarOne bars today and also had a Cadbury’s the edition where Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse’s are on the chocolates in white and you really would’nt want to eat them or just cannibalize your un-willingness to have it

Btw these are the Nestle products that I really like

• Milkmaid – Hahaha, I remember breaking open the tin with knife and then squeezing it out and loving every moment of it.
• BarOne – Like I mentioned above, its got a totally different taste and all i can say is It’s different.
• MilkyBar – This has been one chocolate I’ve been having ever since i was a kid, the chocolate gives a feeling of purity of milk and tastes heavenly.
• Maggi – One brand that keeps me alive in Bangalore for really less money, Notice, they’ve been charging us 10 bucks and been packing less amount of maggi in the same packet, wonders of inflation my boy !
• Polo – Firstly, Thank You Saba Najam she always has one for me specially during the beginning of the day, She knows why and I know why and unfortunately few other people also know why, Do you ?
• Hot & Sweet Sauce – One of a kind again, probably the first mover advantage coupled with product quality, like it.
• Tomato Soup – Been a life saver, specially in Bangalore, Thank God for soups and exam times

Finally, I cannot believe, I really like Nestle’s products, honestly they dont make any difference, I mean, the name of the company does not make any difference, the product does and I love each product for the unique quality it has and the association I have with all of them, quite a relationship it has been, waiting for their next release and wondering how likable it will be

So finally my first “Weekly” report on what I’m doing.

Im working here btw www.sharemicrofin.com

Its a nice place to work, really nice people out there who would jump to help you, its not the typical office environment that the corporate world would promise one, but then again, I like this environment and this is exactly how I wanted to work and exactly the place where I wanted to work, where things in life are still un-complicated and nice to do !

Anyways, I submitted my first report in like 10 days and i feel proud, I have a little clue about what I’m doing and why, but I know after this month, I would finish the operations part of it and then jump to the finance part of the project which will take up more time than now and more eye strain than ever, I think I’ve got glasses , Yes, Suneeth’s got a pic of it, but nevertheless, It’s temporary and if u’d meet me you would know why i wear them and most importantly when, I mean the time of the day. Anyways, it would not surprise anyone considering the fact, the amount of time I spend with technology these days, In college It was much better, didn’t had to look at the digitized versions of things forever and thankfully day’s almost always never ended staring at the screen. For the hopeless optimist that i am, things would turn out to be just fine.

Not after the dream I had yesterday, definitely not, it scared me real bad, I didn’t get up like I do always when these things happen but then again, this time, I let the whole thing run like a movie reel, it all happened right in front of my eyes and I didn’t know what to do and whom to goto, usually or rather let me give an outline of it, we’re sitting in a colosseum type architectural place with some person giving a speech about what I have no idea, it so happened I was sitting beside her and I told her that she’s all I’d ever want and that very moment things got screwed real bad, sometimes I wish things were simple like idol worship, You never know whats  the other side of conversation like and sometimes you’d be happy cos of it all being the way it is, one way conversation makes sense when you know you would hear something that you really do not want to hear or something like that, people from all religions have a good policy, at least the majority of them have one way conversations with God and go home satisfied or at least filled with hope, maybe that’s the positive part of being religious, you know there’s always some one out there to hear every little thing that you’re saying when you’re with you’re God.

To talk is probably the worst thing one could do look at what Casey Stengel said – “Ability is the art of getting credit for all the home runs somebody else hits.” ??? Hmm, I can think of the coach, or the pitcher who could say he had a bad day or something, or the velocity of the wind, or the baseball bat being lighter or heavier than normal or whatever, does it not make a controversy ???? I’m confused ! Anyways Mr Stengel, you could say all that you want and Gmail guys will feature it as the quote of the day till there are people like me sitting on the other side of the monitor watching things closely, with all the time in the world to spare and moving from thought to thought with the speed of thought

I’d finish this post with one of the nicest quotes ever from the UK Tv series Coupling

Jeff Murdock – “Do you know what arses are, Patrick? Arses are the human races favorite thing. We like them on each other, we like them on magazine covers, we even like them on babies! When it itches, we like to scratch them, when its cold, we like to warm them, and who among us, in a lonely moment hasn’t reached back for a discreet fondle? When God gave us our arses he had to stick them round the back just so we wouldn’t sit and stare at them all day. Cause when God made the arse he didn’t say “Hey it’s just your basic hinge, let’s knock off early.” He said “Behold ye angels, I have created the arse. Throughout the ages to come, men and women shall grab hold of these and shout my name”!

Have a nice day, where ever you are