September 26, 2004 @ 1:19 am
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.
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.
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.
More later, young fellas.