Happy Birthday to the Soldier
Welcome to the club of twenty five

Others, today is my very good pal’s birthday. Be nice people and wish him. Thank you.

If I want a trip around a world, I suppose a one-way ticket would do?

I had an eventful Saturday. Having an eventful Sunday so far.
Saturday started off on a slightly comical note. An acquaintance trying to lure me into the concept of private franchising. One of those “business” ideas in which you got to trap others into buying some crappy products in order to make your living.
I stayed put and didn’t be rude.
When you come across one of those people whose speech is waxed, perfect to the point of falling over and filled with the cliched proverbs, you feel like socking them in their face.
I felt just that.
I felt humoured too.

Saturday evening I met this really good friend of mine afer a very long time.
Felt good.
We went for this play titled “Evam Indrajit”. It means “And Indrajit”.
Beautiful play. Beautiful set. Beautiful narration.
Lot of things in that play that I could relate to.
Can’t really express how good the play was. That should indicate to you as to how good it really was.
Whatever.

Came home and watched the finals of the ICC trophy. Since I wasn’t supporting any side in particular, it was easy for me to watch the match.
I suppose that is how it should be in life. Shouldn’t have an inclination towards anything at all. Suddenly life becomes a whole lot calmer.

I have always found that even a single minute at a traffic light seems so long. But the same single minute while watching television seems like a single second.
I suppose we should start spending more time at traffic lights. Atleast it will make us believe that we have a lot more time than what we started off with.

A hot coffee costs 20 bucks and a cold coffee costs 65 bucks – A line from the play.

This morning I had a Playback theatre performance. It was really nice. I felt good. I felt I performed well.
It was a short and sweet and cute performance. No philosophy, no metaphors, no thought provoking situations.
Just simple, straight from the heart narrations of the happier moments of our lives.

I watched the titles of Pulp Fiction yet again. This is the 5th time I am doing so. Reason: I love the title soundtrack of that movie.
“Garcon means boy”. Hahaha. Awesome. You got to watch the movie to understand what that means. (I still haven’t watched the complete movie!)

Listening to “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” by Deep Blue Something.
Our lives have come between us
I find this line (from the above stated song) damn cool. And apt.
Very apt.

More later, young fellas.

Good morning dudes and dudettes!
Its sometime around 1 AM and I was trying my best to get some sleep.
Evidently, I didn’t get any sleep.

I wanna watch Pulp Fiction right now with full volume. But it would wake up the house for sure.

I am happy. Reason: I am listening to Coldplay’s Clocks.
Awesome.

Check out Foo Fighters Learn to Fly. It still makes me want to jump off a cliff with arms wide open.

With great difficulty I am sticking to my resolution of not eating non-vegetarian food.
That resolution might break anytime soon.

Today I think I shall go for the “Everyman” theatre workshop. I think that should be fun. I think that should be my getaway for the moment.

Coldplay rocks.

Listening to Green Day’s Basket Case:
Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and EVERYTHING
all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED

Nice song
Its morning already. Birds are chirping. I haven’t slept.
I guess its just going to be a long wait until breakfast.
Enjoy

I no longer feel motivated to continue blogging.
I no longer feel motivated to do anything.

The recent past has been turbulent.
Its amazing how people can hurl surprising events at you.
I suddenly feel like as if I am standing against a dart board. With my feet and legs spread apart (like the Vitruvian Man).
And the practise session starts for people. Darts are being thrown at me. Accurately.

Or probably it isn’t that bad. I probably just had a bad dream. I probably did sleep after all.

The highlight of yesterday was the performance for a street-children’s rehabilitation centre.
Little kids are provided education and shelter there.
I found it really nice to have performed for those kids and given them their hour of happiness.

In fact, I found it difficult to perform in front of kids. Its always easy to perform in front of adults. One can throw in a lot of so-called intellectual metaphors and claim to have done a great job.
However, in the case of children that is not the case. The message has to be delivered to the point and in the simplest of terms.
I enjoyed the challenge, but probably wasn’t able to overcome it.

The closest getaway for mankind lies in abstraction.

The best thing was when the kids came up to us and thanked us for the performance. One of the kids kept shaking my hand for atleast five minutes and kept saying that he felt very very happy on having watched us all.
I felt happy. Very very happy.

My troubles are nothing compared to what others go through.
The darts are no longer relevant. But they come back.

Saturday night was good. The gang met up and had an amazing time. The best part of that evening was the “jokes”. Hahaha…

Today is probably going to be a slow and long day. I’ll try and have a great day.
To be fair to you all, I should stop blogging all this depressing stuff.
I should just turn to fiction and make everything seem euphoric.
Or I should just shut shop and go home.

Cheers

Derelict

Good morning everybody!
Thursday is here. The weekend is not too far away.
This weekend promises to be fun.

Tip for new entrants to my blog: Read this blog from the first entry onwards. Go to the archives section and start reading.
(I like to kid myself like this. Makes me feel important).

I am really sleepy right now and have nothing much to write this morning.
Sometimes I am grateful that my mind doesn’t function all the time.

As I mentioned earlier, the weekend promises to be fun.
The German is gonna land, the Colombo lad has already landed.
The Eagle is yet to land. Hmmm.

After a brief Bombay visit, I have started disliking Bangalore.
Infact, I am sure that Bombay is equally bad. It appeals to me just because I was there for a few days only.

Short spans of interest have been my forte.
This blog is too discontinuous.
Before I ruin it further, let me wish you all a good day and a fun-filled afternoon.
“Why only afternoon?” you might ask.
The reason, everybody, is that I choose what to write here.
Hence, afternoon it shall be.

Cheers

I have been away from my blog for quite sometime now.
Two reasons: a) Was not in town b) Was not in the right mould.

Now that the above two conditions have “returned to normal”, blogging resumes
I had a nice time in Bombay.
Also visited Khandala and Lonavla.

A few minutes ago, I had a million thoughts that I was going to blog about, but suddenly I have forgotten all of them.
My blogging skills seem to be deteriorating. (I assume I had some)

On Saturday night we went to the ITC Grand Maratha Sheraton in Bombay.
You guessed the following sentence correctly!
It rocks
The bar out there was really classy. There was a European group called Saxuality that was performing all night long. (The “a” in the group name is correct).
They played some really neat songs, including some tracks of Hootie and the Blowfish, Counting Crows, The Eagles, Alanis Morisette and so on.
Needless to say, I had a rocking time.

The mind is a wonderful thing. It can deceive you. It can make you feel happy at one point, and then immediately the next moment it can make you feel guilty about having enjoyed so much happiness.
To make things worse, the mind is supposed to be in our control. Whatever “our” means. My mind’s control is said to be in my hands.
Probably I am clenching my fists all the time and so I am missing out the control mechanism. Whatever.

Currently reading Mitch Albom’s Five People you Meet in Heaven. Its a wonderful book.
However, Tuesdays with Morrie (written by the same author) continues to be my favourite book. After The Catcher in the Rye that is.

Come to think of it, The Catcher in the Rye provides support to the pragmatic aspect of mine. While Tuesdays with Morrie provides support to the abstract aspect of mine. The balance is needed.
If not for pessimism, optimism wouldn’t exist. Or is it the other way round? One would never know…really.

You don’t know what you’ve got till its gone.
They paved Paradise. And put up a parking lot.

Not going to be around for sometime.
Disappointing, but true.
We meet on Monday….same internet, same blog.

The eagle has landed.

I am going to meet the eagle this evening.
He also refers to himself as the Devil.
He plays Boom Boom Resistance, which is the funniest game I have heard of.
I haven’t seen the game, but he has given me a brief description about it.
The game involves….well, never mind. This is a family blog and I can’t write about it.

A friend of mine messaged me “So amazing to see an auto driver doing a crossword at every red light”. I found it amazing indeed.
For some reason, I found it touching as well.
Like I have stated earlier, I think I have learnt and searched life more at traffic signals.
One of the scenes that came to my mind when I read this message was about the old man dressed immaculately and driving his auto on Independence Day. The flag waving high.

Coldplay’s Scientist is good indeed.
Indeed – Used this word twice in today’s post.

No update as of now.
We are trying to contact Dhi only one.
Hopefully he should be able to post something soon.

In the meanwhile, please visit www.google.com to keep yourself humoured.

Calm down everybody. Relax.
Here comes the apology:
I apologise for the statements made in my earlier post.

(I definitely want to write a lot more, but the sarcasm shall end here).
Time to rejoice and feel happy once again.

The whole blog thing sometimes actually becomes a bit threatening. I might end up losing some friends, might end up making some enemies just because on some crazy day I decide to write some piece of English.

That has been put to rest. From now on, I think I shall write three pieces of text for each day. Put these texts up for vote. The one which receives the maximum number of votes shall be made available on the blog.

I am carrying this too far.

I miss the marble cake at the German cafeteria. The Apfel Strudel. The German classes.
I still haven’t found a place that would teach me the violin.

Did you know that the colour “yellow” has the property that it can be spotted from the farthest distance by the human eye?
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why cabs the world over have yellow painted on them.

Thank you. Thank you.

I think I should charge for all the information that I impart on my blog. I need a Merc soon.

Have a great day fellas.
Rock down the lane.