Conclusions, Confusions n' Contemplations...

I have come to a few conclusions.

First, 90% of India's beautiful girls live in Bangalore. Specifically, Koramangala. 7th Block.

Second, all of these girls have boyfriends.

Third, The Forum is just built to emphasise to all the sad, lonely guys, just exactly how sad and lonely we are.

Fourth, who cares. Being single rocks! (Who am I kidding, but what the hell, I'm on a roll here...!) :D

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The Visweswariah Industrial and Technical Museum is not exactly Purple Haze, but if you want to see a kid's wondering gaze, this is where you go.

The kid I took along was a 5yr old in the guise of a 22yr old.

Thankfully, I had another level headed friend for providing dynamic support.

At first there was thrill and wonder.

"Wow, spark plugs!"

"How pulleys work!"

"Wow! Look at that!"

"Wow! See? See?"

And then there was curiosity.

"Look at that, I wonder how that's done ?"

"Lissajous patterns?"

"It's a mirror, right?"

And finally, there was pure mischievousness.

"I wonder what would happen if I pushed that button?"

"I want to push that button."

"I want to pose with the spaceman. And the dinosaur. And the rocket. And another rocket."

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Inside The Forum, Landmark's my favourite destination.

They just let you sit around, provided seats are free, and read for any length of time.

Which is not the case about a hoity-toity Chinese restaurant with a nasal sounding name.

I was first to the place so I sat at a table and waited till my friends could arrive.

In those five minutes, I was asked for my order three times, and how much longer I needed.

The place was half empty, it was not like people were falling over themselves outside, waiting for a table.

Courtesy, whither thou?

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Time keeps moving. Without a care in the world.

It doesn't care whether you keep up or not.

Eventually, you'll get dragged along anyway.

There are only a few things worse than waiting outside Forum, alone, on a cold Sunday evening.

And one of them is contemplating what could be and what could've been.

Fallen Angel...

Fallen angel, you’re shrouded in mystery,

Desolate eyes, speak of a pain yet unspoken,

And though you’re divine, you look like one who’s broken,

Fallen angel, sing a song that will set you free,


Moonbeams dance off your tresses,

And the twinkling of stars I do hear,

When you whisper oh-so-softly,

Fallen angel, sing a song that will set you free,


Do you fear the wrath of the heavens?

Or the fall from amidst immortals,

To harsh, earthly mortality?

Fallen angel, sing a song that will set you free,


What fears you hide in your eyes,

I’ll never know, until you look this way,

A life’s story lies hidden in those orbs,

Fallen angel, sing a song that will set you free,


Sing a song of the hurt inside you,

And the pain as they cut off your wings.

Let me hear why you live this life,undeserved.

Fallen angel, sing a song that will set you free,


You were born to soar so high,

Now you live this cruel life down here,

And yet not a cry of sorrow?

Fallen angel, sing a song that will set you free…

What do you do...

A lot of people hate Eminem...I mean they don't even know this guy and yet they hate him...And behold his success...

If an artist, any artist, is able to bring forth real emotion, then he's been successful...

And Eminem is able to do that...A lot of people don't understand rap at all...It's not music, they say, it's just someone talking...I was one of those people...

And then I tried Googling the lyrics of "Sing For The Moment"...That's some really powerful words there...especially the last verse...

I'm not an Eminem fan, I can't understand most of his songs...but there are a few of his songs that really connect...

"Sing For The Moment" is one... The other one is "When I'm Gone"....

The first few lines of "When I'm Gone" go like this...

"Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?..."

And really, what do you do...

I wonder...

Home Sweet Home... :)

I Feel : Charged Up!

Today's Thought : Music makes me who I am.

Four days of Kerala <=> Heaven.

'Nuff said!

It's funny how stuff that used to be on your THE MOST IMPORTANT list once upon a time fades away. And then when you think about it after a while, you wonder, "Why was that so important to me?". And you just can't figure out why. But I guess, that's the essence of life.

It just goes on happening. You know that all this won't matter in a few years', but yet, you need to fight for it. You simply need to hitch your wagon to some star. And then another star. And then another. Because what are we without our dreams.

And it is such a dream that's charging me up now. "Flashback" is growing, refusing to stay within the boundaries that I build for it. It is becoming the representation of some kind of alter ego that flows out of my fingertips whenever I write. And now I'm thinking "Book.". Someday, I hope, it will.

On a lighter note, I had no idea how out of shape I was till I played basketball at Bosco again after 3 months or so. Two times from coast-to-coast and I was doing my best imitation of "Man Rescued From Drowning". I felt amazed. I used to play for two hours at a stretch. Another important thing that faded away.

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I feel I'm growing older, and I hate that feeling.

I need to find me again.

I refuse to join the crowd, I refuse to be ordinary.

I am different.

I am me.

Just Another Day @ Office...

I Feel : Vague, Dreamy...
Today's Thought : Should probably wake up. But I think I jus' got my second wind (...remember Garfield...)

And so i've successfully made it thru another day...Remember dat saying "Don't let your girl or your bike go with anyone else..."...?

It's true...I found it out the hard way...

I've to take her to the doc today...

I hope i won't get fleeced...

I hope they'll discharge her tomoro itself...

Life without her is kinda really difficult...

Cos, u know, she really takes me places...

So what do I tell em...?

Replace the indicator that idiot busted...Check the mileage...And adjust the headlamp so that it actually shines on the road for a change...

Yeah that's about it I guess...

Biking...sigh...

Late into my second year in college i discovered this Great Escape From The Pressures Of Life And Living, also known as biking. Now let me assert this point here.

My mean machine.

My winged carrier. Okay u might be thinking, Harley ??. Hardly....

Okay, maybe an Avenger or atleast an Enfield ?? Nah-uh....Way off target...

My trusty steed has got two wheels and an engine that in it's heyday used to burn 109 km of tarmac for every litre of fractionally distilled Black Gold.

Ok, it used to give 109 kmpl.

Now i'll be darned if it gave 60.

Didn't I tell you her name? Folks, let me inroduce you to my PURPLE, Star City. Ok, it's best feature is the alloys. That's it. It's just a bike.

Oh so what was I talking about before I went off on that irrelevant tangent. Oh yeah, The Great Escape.

Biking was always a thrill. Zooming along the desolate highway that never really got going. Or zigzagging through the insane city traffic. Biking took my mind off everything else. I sing to myself as I ride. The playlist includes "Highway To Hell", "Anywhere I Roam", "Fuel"...

Now this Nirvana is becoming harder and harder attain. Thanks to the Government of India's decision to hike petrol prices by 5 bucks. I mean 55 to the L ?? Riding now is the age-old inner struggle of Speed against Economy. I find Economy winning most of the time. Leaving me trundling along at 55, 60 at the max...sigh...gone are the days of 80 plus and swerving and skids and accidents...I think my bike's pretty happy bout that part of it...Except on salary day...When you feel like nothing can stop you...Not even at 55 to the Liter...22 days to go...

Nameless. Faceless.

I’m not anyone you would notice

As I stand over you all

Not anybody’s friend

But I still catch ‘em when they fall

Didn’t know why I did

But I kept saving the world

I’m your nameless superhero

Of whom you’ve never heard

Many many years ago

Still remember the day

I took a bullet for you

And I stood up in harm’s way

Now I’ve lost count of

The places where I bleed

And you will say so proudly

The world no longer needs

A superhero saving it

Every single damn time

But I always thought different

‘Cos I hear all of them cryin’

For a savior, for a miracle

Another helping hand

The world is on my shoulders

Even though I can’t stand

Then you turn around

And brand me a failure

An “also-ran”, a “has-been”

An unreliable traitor

You fling your knives at me

When I turn my back on you

Damn you, can’t you see

I’m saving you from bullets too?

This is what you don’t know

Of my life every day

All that comes out is that somehow

A faceless hero saved the day