Friday, September 21, 2012

I'm not the only one

Till date, of all my posts, T H I S, has accrued the maximum number of page views. 
Do you know what this means?
Did you already click the link and see it yourself? 
Thanks to the new "Stats" feature in the blog dashboard, I could see how people reached that place and I was amazed to say (to see) the least, (the list), I was stunned by seeing how specific google and bing searches can get. I could see how desperate people become when they plan to see something and royally screw Google to quench their thirst.
Well done! and thanks to all those horny souls who landed here in search of something worthwhile but got nothing but a stupid blog post in return. 
You made my day. 
You kept my blog alive.
You made me realize that I was not the only one.

You am here, I are there..

Well well..
Stumbled upon many interesting video blogs or vlogs as they the nerd race prefer to call it and found it incredibly entertaining.
A moderately sick body opens up the gates to a heavy inner mind.
What good to the world can you do by lying half on the bed and half on the bean bag kept casually beside the open window?
What else can you think of when all you see is the silent wave of human life form from above the 11th floor in the sky while the antibiotics do their work to kill the viruses which gave you the passport to bunk office?
Try to identify one from the huge movement is what I told to I.
May be the girl in the bright red T-shirt which just got brighter by the brighter sunlight, wearing dark shades, probably sized bigger than her face, or one of those boys who have been following her, making a joke among themselves and laughing out loud, to pose as the smartest of the lot, having the coolest sense of humor, hoping that the girl would turn back find her love-of-life and come running towards him, as he''ll grab her by her "patli kamar" as the passing by auto plays the background song, "Saathiya, binn tere dil maane na.."
Life should be like a bean bag I feel. And if your life is like one, You Lucky Bastard!!
Get all filled up. Have no shape of your own and take the shape of wherever you are kept on. And change, as per the buttocks of the one who sits on you. And once the load is released, curse that ass and come back to your original shape. And if the load gets too big for you to sustain, just burst. No complaints, no problems.
Sounds so very anti-revolutionary.
Sounds so very non-ideal.
But of all the chairs where I rest my ass, my bean back is the coolest one.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Say hello, Say Good-Bye

Self check.. where's the mirror??.. yeah.. here it is.. this is the first post of 2012, and hello, this is the 9th month already..
So what.. just felt like writing one.. god knows when will the next one come..
Well I am doing hot stuff civil engineering.. 
something I never imagined I would do after two years of the degree.. 
the balloons of a business consultancy job or a business administration course has burst and the tattered pieces have flown away to further skies..
 But life has been good.. 
And life has been pretty much about the most coveted word "Business".. 
Busy-ness, isn't that the etymology of the word..
For people like us, life throws in a challenge.. 
It says, "yeh leh, hoja bore." 
And it is up to us whether we face the challenge fists up by going all hooo lalalala... 
and partying like animals.. 
and scoring chicks.. 
and getting HHHiigh and saying it loud to your friends.. 
or posting it on "FB".. 
and driving very fast to reach nowhere.. 
using the f word much too often for the government you not even care about.. 
and coming back home, all tired and jazzed when you see life sitting calmly by your window, passing the cruelest of mocking smiles, and saying "Ho gaya na bore!"..
Its all absolute.. no one is fantastically happy, and no one is extremely sad.. In general, we all try to strike a balance and we all succeed in doing that, unless we go dive off the Sydney bridge or swallow all the pills your grandmother ever had to have to induce sleep.. we all live.. and we all love ourselves.. it is alright if any Mr. William thinks that his life is way cooler than yours, better gift him a sweater, but in your mind, if your ask yourself, you are THE MAN.. so put those mighty inner-head-phone plugs inside your ear and scroll down to your favorite music and tap your feet when the singer sings "Back in Black, I hit the shack"
And you'll see how black everybody who cares, have become.. and you'll see how clear and white your careless head is...

Good Bye