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.

Peace anyone?

I kinda like my apartment. I have been here for almost 4 years now & I like the place. Lots of trees, peace & ample room for Mom & Dad to walk around, or at least try to.

Well there's this new family that moved in below us about a year back & they brought along with them a big attitude that reeks for 8 miles. They are grumpy, loud & very very unpleasant. Also they have a daughter who looks at me as if I might kidnap her. Me?! Hmph!

I was returning back from work today & happened to notice a big argument between them & the treasurer of the apartment, who is a very nice man, and has a daughter who does not run to the police when she sees me. I came to know that the treasurer's grand kids had nicked the paint off Groucho's car. Elated as I was, it was so sad to see a scrape on the side of a fabulous Fabia. I felt for the car & not its owners. Anyway I could not keep myself from getting involved as I wanted to side with the treasurer notwithstanding the fact that his daughter was watching.

Groucho went about telling the audience that kids shouldn't be allowed to play in the parking area as it caused damage to vehicles and stuff. Agreed. BUT then he said that the racket did not allow him to sleep peacefully. Who sleeps at 6 in the evening anyway?? I mean come on!! If kids aren't allowed to play, then how will this world see any more Deepika Padukones, Sania Mirzas, Mahesh Bhupatis & Deepika Pallikals?? Ms. Padukuone was mentioned for her badminton skills by the way. I butted in and mentioned that the bucket chair in his apartment creaks and makes an almighty racket. I am not sure that the chains have seen an oil check since lubrication was discovered. He told me to buzz off. Well, 'buzz' is not the word he used. But you get the drift.

After uncle had agreed to pay the guy some money for getting the paint job done, I left & thought of the million ways in which I had been courteous to the family below. I moved furniture very slowly to make sure that they don't get disturbed. I keep volume levels down when I watch TV. I make sure that my air conditioner does not leak water on their clothes line etc etc. But hey, expecting the world to be nice to you just 'cos you are a nice guy is like expecting the bull not to charge you just 'cos you are a vegetarian. But I am not a vegetarian & I don't get run over by bulls, Only by random women on Scooties.

As I type this post, I am showering misery on the Groucho & company. Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage on THX certified speakers, blasting away incessantly. Justice has just been served.

PS : This reminds me that I am going to miss my sound system. My TV. My PS3. Damn!

Are we having fun yet?

They had the jukebox rocking, the music turned up loud.
I thought I'd fit right back with my old party crowd, but now I can't remember what I came to find.
I've been here all night with just one question on my mind, but right now it's hard to tell.
My head doesn't feel that good & this heartache hurts like hell.
I think I might have made a big mistake & is this as good as the good times get?
I'm down to my last dime, it's closing time.
Are we having fun yet?