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wotevs.

Homage?

Are war memorials places of homage? Or are they tourist spots? Are they built to remember the thousands of soldiers who died defending us while we were arguing American Idol? Or are they just spots for couples to hang out, children to eat cotton candy? Is a boat ride in front of India Gate justified? Is swimming in front of it justified? If you are in Delhi, go see India Gate in the late afternoon. You'll have a much better picture.

To the thousands slain in the line of fire - R.I.P.

Road rage

They were staring at the monster of a car at the police impound.
It was the fastest car ever made.

"Isn't it awesome?" whispered Damien to his brother.
"It sure is", said Patrick. "If only it'd turned the corner a few seconds later, we'd still be alive."

And they drifted away in to the night.

22nd onwards..

Wake up.
Message.
Call.
Clean up.
Message.
Work.
Message.
Work.
Message.
Call.
Drink.
Message.
Work.
Message.
Eat.
Call.
Message.
Message.
Message.
Err, work.
Call.
Drink.
Eat.
Call.
Sleep. Try to.
Message.
Drift off.

And the cycle just repeats itself. Every single day. My friend told me that my life was becoming very predictable & mundane. But if THIS life is mundane, I 'd take it with both arms extended wide open.

I am having the most awesome time living this life & enjoying every single second of it.

Life's good! Very good! Very VERY good!

PS : I have a Queen's b'day party to attend, so I'll continue with this post at a later time!

Is this for real?

I don't really believe in fate or destiny. I think that they are for the weak-hearted. For people who can't handle the truth. But when destiny delivers a pile driver to your face, it's hard not to sit up and take note. What I do believe in is logic. Everything in life has a logic behind it. And when life seamlessly fits in all the bits & pieces together, it is a truly wonderful state to be in.

For someone who had a lot of trouble deciding what his move would be the next day, having the rest of my life decided over the past two weeks is nothing short of a miracle. What IS a fact though is that not one of those decisions was in haste. Nothing was on impulse.

I know what is in store for me next week. In July. In August. In December. 2010. 2011. 2012. And I know that in every single one of those plans there is something that will keep pushing me to strive for perfection, strive for a life planned so close to perfection that it's not even funny. Someday, they might just make a case study of the past two weeks.

So here's to a beautiful life. A life with so many unbelievably small details planned to perfection & a life that could not have been any better. And the best is yet to come.

March 22nd anyone?

Almost there.

Almost there.
Hear the dogs howling out of key.
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery".
And bleed, 'cos they lost the war today.
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies.
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives.
And I am almost there.

Rest in peace

On the 25th of February, 2009 at approximately 2100 hours local time, my PSP took a tumble from the balcony of my apartment & landed, rather unfortunately it must be said, on hard concrete. Well, concrete is generally hard. But this was harder than usual. Although credit must be given to the guys at Sony for building a rugged device that has survived many a fall, this one was a bit too much for it.

The screen cracked and along with it passed away the soul of a brilliant gaming machine that has accompanied me through times, good & bad, through journeys on State run buses to flight trips abroad, through butt-kicking in Castlevania to scoring that all important goal in the last minute on Pro Evolution soccer.

You will be deeply missed.