Sis...

My sis topped Chandigarh in the class VIII exams, by jove, and I never topped even in kinder garten, not even in my section, all that rogan badam shirin masaages notwithstanding :)
Gawd!
But I am might happy, I am. God bless you, sis!

Swear, I didn't do it for the nookie

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
By my so-called girl, but in reality
She had a hidden agenda
She put my tender, heart in a blender
And still I surrender

Like a chump, hey

Nirvana - Howto?

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never failed to fail
Pain... (x3)
You know you're right (x3)

I´m so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
Sterling silver begins to melt
Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself

I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knowed it'd come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never failed to fail

Pain... (x5)
You know you're right (x12)
You know you're right (x4)
Pain...
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Ain't got nothing called will, have I?
/*answer awaited*/
...
/*state desired*/

Entropy

... rin ... iffco chowk ... dinner ... peas ... bitch ... training ... claims ... shave ... geyser ... shampoo ... landlord ... bitch ... 1984 ... feedback ... infosys ... lungs ... licensing ... bitch ... psalms ...

I like it, I'm not gonna cry
I miss you, I'm not gonna cry
I love you, I'm not gonna cry
I killed you, I'm not gonna cry

... dropped the albatross ...

Them: "Rahul, cig?"
Me: "Do I have a cig?"
Me: "No"
Me: "Do I have a life?"
Me: "No"
Me: "Do I have a girl friend?"
Me: "No"
Me: "Do I want a cig?"
Me: "Yes"
Me: "Do I want a life?"
Me: "Yes"
Me: "Do I want a girl friend?"
Me: "No"

Entropy of the world keeps on increasing, just my share into it

Momentary lapse of reason

Been having a lot of 'em for the past few days. I mean I prepare some document or something, revisit it after sometime and invariably see myself wonder how on earth could I have written that!

Attribute it primarily to the post below and while you do that, read the title as "In (and hopefully) out of insanity".

Why?
I don't know, but I've been told,
Pretty little woman ain't got no soul.

Wish God gave them, the pretty, some true emotion.
Dear God, I understand, you're busy.

Later...

In (and most probably) out of love

I did the sinful act of liking (read as a stronger emotion, reader discretion required) someone. Why was it a sin? Because that someone is just so much out of my league that associating with them for a moment needs heavenly luck, and here I was, thinking of a long association. Something like asking for a heaven-like life. That's a sin. Ain't it?

So goes the sin (narrative):
I see you the first time and pause for a moment, "pretty little
thing", I wonder and then move on. I mean we see pretty little things
all the time, don't we? Pune has like a zillion of them.

A pretty person interests everyone and that includes me. That said,
the interest doesn't last long, so did with me. But the more I got
to know you, the more you interested me, more and more and more,
all the time. So much so that your persona just became overwhelming.
You were there all the time, eyes open and eyes closed.

The first thought of each of my dawns, the last thought of each
of my dusk. You and you and you. Dreams were dreamlike with you in them.

I see a pretty girl somewhere and just shrug her off, saying "I
know someone prettier that her", prettier than anyone, prettier than everyone.

Experience a pleasing moment and wonder if you were there too, what
sublime moment in life that would be. This explains the "wish you
were here" thing at getting tipsy for tipsy times are among the
best moments for me. But that went wrong. You read it wrong and I let you do so too.

Ladies and gentlemen, the panic sets in. You are offended by the
very mention of the word 'together'. Sharing a happy moment with
the thought of you around is an offence, a sin, I'm told. That does it.

Then do I realise what a gross sin I was doing, thinking of a princess
and a piglet in the same picture. Holy mother of Christ, even Christ
can't afford that. What a fool.

Dream shattered, life wasted, time to disappear, ladies and gentlemen.
Time to dress in the cowardly attire, I wait for it to get dark and disappear.

Smoke fills the scene.

Happy times won't last long is a pessimist’s viewpoint. Happy times
don't last long, a pragmatist's.

But there must be more to life than seeking pure and selfish happiness.
Being sane is probably killing desires right ab initio.

The easiest way out, disappear. Think of it as a bad dream that
never happened. Cry a while, be a man, a new day will begin probably.

Probably it won't, who is to say?

Zombie watcheth

Inspite of promising, I took this long in writing a second blog. Sorry. Thats just me. But I do want to change. Motivation, man, how badly I want that!

Okay, coming to the post meat, I went to Delhi this weekend for a friend's wedding. It was the first time I watched the solemn occasion that closely, I mean there have been shaadis all the time, but somehow I wasn't as watchful of them.

Shaadi apart, the journey to and from Delhi was experience of sorts.
- Watch a drunken brawl in the DTC bus that I was travelling in, one of the moments, I wish I owned a car of my own and had had enough cash to keep me away from this all.
- Just when I got down at Dhaula Kuan, a flurry of khakhis are there gheroing everyone and asking them to stop right there. I just thought a few hours later I'd be on TV talking of some "attack" or something happening. But no, that was a politician attacking! It (the politician) was supposed to be visiting DSOI nearby, thus the barricade. Minister-o-Ridiculousia. I thought this kind of near curfew situation was to be seen only in the peak militancy days in Punjab. I thought the feeling of being a second-grade citizen would be one's own in a foreign country. I thought it was peace time. I thought I was as much an Indian.
- On my way back, I witnessed a bus conductor being rude with passengers who were objecting to the bus being halted for over 10 minutes at each stop. Reminded me of a post at Atanu's Blog about how much of a gap exists between the civilized and uncivilized, about how the under privileged are overly rude, about how I detest when people plead money for such "children of lesser a God"
- Watched my self being happy post daaru session at the marriage :)

Rambling et al, it ends here.

Introduction and the lack of it

Okay World, here I come!
Been thinking of having a blog ever since I was in college (Okay okay I realize that there should have been my intro et al. Lets say it one more time: *Yawn*. I am too lazy for that. So I'll try and "introduce meself" as it goes, don't expect write-ups starting with "I was born in the beautiful town of ", this, primarily because I wasn't born in a beautiful town )

Why start today? Good question! Wrong time. I am hurt you asked this. Its been a monotonous day. Monotonity/Cluelessness is what scares me.
Second, Rohit's page did the inspiration thingy.

I'm into a new job (Another piece of info, *info*...*/info* henceforth). I recently quit Infosys Technologies Ltd to join EValueServe, fondly EVS, as an Associate (Research Associate) in the Intellectual Property Division. IP related work is a niche area, at least in India and is expected to grow big time, thanks to the world's belief of India as the Knowledge Land.

The transition from Infosys to EVS happened *fast*. From a company I used to fancy (courtesy: BW et al) to a company I am sporting the mail id of, in some 20 days. Pretty cool, huh?

Winding up to see the preview and away from prying eyes. Keep tuned. I'll be back.
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