The last sunset...

As i look outside my window, i see the sun going down for the last time in 2008. And like most of us, i'm excited and nervous about what will transpire when it comes out again to shine brighter than ever, and make us look at the beginning of a whole new era. An era, which promises to be as unpredictable as all the previous ones.

I've had this habit of maintaining a diary since the past few years, which somehow dwindled into oblivion during the second half of this year. When i had made my first entry in my diary at the start of this year, i had written in bold fancy letters- 2008-THE END OF THE WAIT, without knowing what the year had in store for me. I proved to be a very astute prophet, as the year ended the long wait of new beginnings as well as that of the renewal of old friendships.

I worked for a month at a consultancy in the early going of the year, which resulted into a new friendship which saw a few highs and lows of its own as the year proceeded. But i hope that i've been able to keep that relationship intact by the end of the day, or in this case, the year.

I gave my CET exams and got myself enrolled into a b-school, which i wasn't too thrilled about in the get-go considering the opportunities that i seemed to had missed-out on. The start of the semester seemed harder than i had imagined it to be, thanks to my lack of experience in delivering presentations and the fact that i wasn't over my college memories. And although i'm still not over them, i've adapted fairly well to my new environment and have found some solace in my new friendships.

The end of the year brought along with it a pleasant surprise of its own which i'll always be very grateful for. An old friend made her way back into my life, even though she had always been a part of it despite not being around for a while.

My closest friends have been by my side throughout the year, and so has my family which consists of my mom, her parents, my brother and the one i'm in love with. And i'm set for a brand new year, and i better strap on my seat belt real tight because i get the feeling that the ride might get even wilder this time round.

But as i look back at the year which has passed by, all i can think of is that it has made a difference to my life in a way which will alter its course forever. Whether it does so for the better or for worse, still remains to be seen. And i guess there's only one way of finding out the same- by welcoming 2009 with open arms without knowing whether it is a friend or a foe. But as of now, it's farewell and thank you 2008.

Freak show..

I never thought that i'd ever want to take a dig at the idiot box, which i simply cannot live without. Don't get me wrong, i'm still very much besotted with it. It's just that there's a character out there who makes my blood boil. The guy in concern happens to be a sadistic bald freak from a reality show who seems to gain some kind of sick pleasure out of everyone's misery.

He's been there on that show for around 6 years now, and i have enjoyed watching him on the screen for all these years, and i also give him enough credit for coming up with the idea of the show to begin with. But as they say, too much of anything is not good. If he wasn't enough of a menace to society already, they've brought on a twin of his on the show too. Now i'm not sure whether it's a real person or technology. But the point is, that there are two of them. They are being portrayed as twins, and it's only unfair that both of them are evil, which goes against the bible. It's like having KANE and KANE at the same time.

I just hope that the man gets his just desserts some day, preferrably in this very season. They say that sometimes one's bark is worse than one's bite. He's definitely one of those for sure. Plus it sounds appropriate enough because he's referred to as a 'dog' by most of the people who know him. And the ones who don't know him are thankful for the same.

I just hope that he finds a nemesis this year, which may be virtually impossible since he's also the creative head and the director of the show in the first place. However, they say that wonders will never cease. May that adage ring true and may his head be shoved up his own ass.

The paycheck pickle..

Being a management student i have gauged the expectations that people seem to be carrying in their minds regarding the salary packages that they think they deserve from the corporate world. And i don't blame them as even i was one of those who thought of an MMS degree as a ticket to fortunes, until a few months back. Because when reality turns its ugly head, one inevitably tends to take notice of the same.

It is almost hilarious to think that people expect a lot more than what they actually deserve, most of the times. It is good to see that the imminent recession, which is tying its shoelaces right now and will arrive soon, has dampened their hopes of high salary packages, thereby bursting their bubble which seemed almost necessary.

Now that i've learnt to keep my feet firmly planted to the ground, i've realised that it is our true calibre that will decide our worth in monetary terms. But there's more it it than what meets the eye. It is also the desire that will matter in the future. There have been several instances where people have declined better job opportunities or promotions, leaving the ones around them in sheer bewilderment. Such people are generally perceived as nothing else but a bundle of nerves, which might be correct in most of the cases. But there are individuals who make a decision based on pure logic and desire. A person who knows exactly to what extent his mind can assure a specific degree of quality of work, will never hesitate to refuse a better opportunity which demands more than his basic capacity, despite being offered more moolah. On the other hand, the person may be one of those who may keep his friends and family on the pedestal instead of the chair in his office, which may make him back out of an excellent prospect.

Either ways, the person is following his nose, which is what a life worth living stands for by the end of the day. The point i'm trying to drive home is that one should always listen to his heart, come what may. And at the same time, make sure that one doesn't bite off more than one can chew. Because in case of food; one may just throw-up. But in case of the corporate world; one will get thrown-out.

A dark acquaintance...

I actually pride myself on making that title sound like a STEPHEN KING novel. For those of you who don't know who he is, let me just mention that the man is a prominent fiction author who deals in the horror genre. Most of the people who have the misfortune of being close to me are quite amused at the thought that i don't believe in God, even though i do believe in ghosts.

I generally tend to stick to my guns by stating that God's existence has no evidence, while 'souls' at least have a believable source of origin so to speak. Most of the people i've known don't seem to buy the idea of some transparent white entity hanging around us after the sun goes down for the day. Common sense says that belief is the child of experience. Hoping that a person above the IQ of 70 is reading my post, i'd assume that i have successfully lead you to believe that i have had one such nocturnal experience.

The incident in concern is about a year and a half old, and quite surreal indeed. I vividly remember lying sound asleep on my bed, over my stomach, as i always have since i was a child. I'm not sure if it was the touch on my back or that cold wave of air enveloping the area around my bed that woke me up. I was suddenly wide awake with my eyes peering into the pillow next to me. While i was wondering what had waken me up, as if reading my mind, something made its presence felt on my back quite authoritatively. It goes without saying that i was petrified to say the least, unable to move not because of the fear that had gripped me but because of the weight on my back that almost held me down with an inexplicable tenacity for several minutes. The worst part was that i wasn't even sure how long it was going to last. It must have been only around 15 minutes, though it seemed like an eternity to me. Throughout the time i could not move any part of my body, laying on my bed, almost paralysed. The part of the incident that i'd never forget was perhaps the stillness of the air, and the sudden fall in the temperature that had no logical explanation. As i mentioned earlier, after those dreadful 15 minutes passed by, i felt the weight on my back starting to lighten almost as if the entity resting on my back had begun evaporating. It took around 2-3 minutes more until i felt the temperature returning to normal and the blood starting to flow back into my body with such a palpable force that it made me realise that i may have missed at least a dozen heartbeats. The moment i felt completely free from the effects of the experience, i spun around to face my new acquaintance, only to find myself staring at the wall in front of my bed.

Actually, when i spun around, i secretly knew that i wouldn't see it. Because i knew it had left. I had felt it leave. Just as i had felt it arrive. That incident never repeated itself, which is something i'm not complaining about. My family thought that it was just a nightmare, which of course it was. The only problem was that i had had it while being awake.

But whatever it was, it surely made me wonder, was it just the horror movies or novels that could make the hair on the back of our head stand as straight as needles? I think not. Sometimes... somethings.... can do it on their own.

Back to the present..

I've always had this habit of travelling back in time in my own head, every now and then. I believe this is something that most of us do, out of sheer impulse. These are the times when we sit back, relax and retrospect on how life has gone so far and how it may go in the future. And let's face it, our dreams are based on what we want in the future which depends on what we don't have at present, the desire for which originated in the past.

I've always believed that the one thing that we all crave for, is 'moments'. The ones which we won't forget till we breathe our last. I've had a rather interesting past, as do most of us. And i do enjoy taking a trip down memory lane time and again, and reminiscing those special moments which have made life worth living till now. And this is so, because each and every single one of those moments has played a pivotal role in making me the person that i am today. Not to mention the very few special people who have been the ones to make those moments worth cherishing.

The good thing about our moments is that they are 'ours' in every sense of the word, and no one can take them away from us. I just had one of my time-trips. It has made me laugh, and it has made me cry too, as it always does. But it has left a growing smile on my face by the end of it, again, as it always does.

The past is like an old friend,whom i visit often. Whereas the future is like a faceless stranger whom i don't wish to confront. But for now, it's back to the present which is like a shadow of that old friend of mine which surprisingly keeps me warm enough to help me survive in this cold world. And may it always be by my side.

Reading on....

The other day I sat back and counted the number of books that I’ve read so far. The list mostly boasted of the names of very selective authors, the likes of SIDNEY SHELDON, JOHN GRISHAM, JEFFREY ARCHER and DANIEL STEEL. And let’s pretend that I didn’t name DANIEL STEEL there as it is as bad as admitting that I also watch OPRAH. Damn it.

Anyway, ever since the time I remember having picked up my first book, I’ve always had a hearty dislike for the non-fiction genre, whereas fiction was something that caught my interest almost instantaneously. Even though I may come across as a complete maverick in this case, as I do in most cases, there is a valid reason behind this school of thought that I follow.

I’ve always maintained the fact that reality is ubiquitous and one doesn’t have to go looking for it, let alone spend around 300-450 bucks for reading a book based on the same. It is sometimes hard to believe that some people actually do spend a pretty penny on these books and claim to have drawn some inspiration from the same. Personally, I feel that most of these books are boring enough to be the perfect substitutes for tranquilizers or remedies for insomnia. All the reality that one can and needs to face is presented to us, neatly packaged, by the newspapers and the television news channels on an infuriatingly-daily-basis. And that’s all I can take. I always try to keep myself away from realities as much as possible.

The difference between the non-fiction-fans and the fiction ones is quite simple.
The former want to get inspired; while the latter want to be entertained. The former may love to study the journey of another person’s life by reading his autobiography; whereas the latter are too busy enjoying the journey of their own lives. While the former like to learn; the latter like to imagine. The former live inside the realm of reality; while the latter want to power through the same and travel into a whole different space of their own once in a while.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I fall in the second category for sure. I’m on my 24th novel at present. And I sure am no ‘Alice’, but I do love to be in my own ‘wonderland’ of sorts every now and then.

They say that truth is ‘stranger’ than fiction, and I’ve always preferred being on the simpler side of life. I hope you get the picture.

That sinking feeling...

I think i've made a habit of confusing my dear readers with the titles that i give my posts. Let me explain this one to you fellas. Imagine the feeling that a batsman may have when he has hit the ball as hard as he could've and is waiting to see if the ball clears the fence or gets caught by the clown standing on the brink of the boundary ropes, knowing the fact that he has done his part to the fullest extent and there's nothing more that he can do now. Same damn feeling.

The source of the same is not known to me though. The feeling is actually quite familiar, and i keep having it every now and then. And it's even weirder when there's no ball, no clown on the boundary ropes or no relevance with the game of cricket to begin with.

My first semester at college has come to an end, and i don't have much to do on my hands right now, which may be the reason partially responsible for the tricks that my mind seems to be playing on me. Life has been running at such a speed for the past 3 months that may be my brain is rejecting the drastic slowdown. But there are a lot of other things that my brain rejects, such as monogamy.

All jokes apart, i think the only way to get rid of this feeling is to hang out with my friends more often, crack worse jokes, and confuse all of you further by writing more of such posts.

Smile again....

Not much has been happening around us for the past week or so that would make us smile. However, the stars are probably thinking on other lines. I don't believe in astrology, so the previous line was supposed to be taken literally.

I don't think i need to remind anyone about the bizzare yet beautiful way in which the stars decided to arrange themselves on this past monday night. And i'm giving the stars the entire credit for the same, as i don't believe in god. Anyway, i'm just glad that all the newspapers finally managed to do something positively thoughtful by putting the image of the stars smiling on the TAJ Hotel on their front pages. Though they did not manage to impress me, at least they proved that they can also make someone 'smile' while reading them, which is something that hardly ever happens.

The title of this post was obviously meant for the city of Mumbai which has always proved the fact that the harder it gets knocked-out; the sooner it gets back to it's feet. So, the arrangement of the stars may have disbanded again, but may the smile on the face of Mumbai return and stay on, until hell freezes over.

As far as i'm concerned, since it was the 1st of December, i had my own reasons for smiling to myself. For those of you who don't know me that well, please stop scratching your heads as you probably have no idea what i'm talking about, and hence please don't even attempt to decipher the following lines...

Despite the blues and all the fear,

I need not worry until she's here,

The sun will shine and the clouds will clear,

As there'll be a 1st of December in every year......

A farewell indeed..

It's not what you're thinking. I'm not dying, much to your chagrin. I'm just fresh from watching DASVIDANIYA. The title indeed was quite intriguing to begin with, and add to that the presence of VINAY PATHAK and the bittersweet character that he plays, and what you get is a gem of a movie. I'm sure that the movie will not do well at the box office, as neither is it meant for the masses, nor for the classes. So neither is it a DDLJ, nor is it a BHEJA FRY.

But the movie sure was able to hold my interest till the very last scene. I'm not sure how many people are going to agree with me on this point though, especially because of the fact that the story is mundane and the journey of the character is also very predictable. But it is probably the natural aplomb of VINAY PATHAK that helps the director pull off a movie as fine as this. The way PATHAK carries himself throughout the movie as the 'loser' that life has made out of him, is indeed commendable as well as quite endearing. Although the character may seem to garner a lot of pity from the audiences, i hope there will be a few like me who would empathize with the same.

I'm not sure what kind of an impression i'll be giving the reader by making the statement that i'm about to make, but i'm sure that a few will also be able to find a small part of themselves in PATHAK'S character. And this is so because most of us may not be able to achieve most of the things that we desire in life. I guess we all have a ' things to do list' of our own, though i'm not sure how many items we may be able to cancel off it by the time we kick the bucket.

The movie wasn't really supposed to have a message of it's own, but i guess there is the one which i was able to make out of it. Time runs out real fast, and life runs along besides it. We can't stop time, and we don't want to stop 'life'. So make the most of the time and life that you have, or you hope that you have.

If you start making your list right now, who knows, you just might be lucky enough to strike out all the items off it by the time you look at the world one last time, and say....DASVIDANIYA.

Oh my DOG..!!!!

The title of this post may have painted the wrong picture. Although it does reinforce the fact that i'm still an athiest. Anyway, that's not what this is about. It's about the fact that women are absolutely right when they say that all men are the same. Yes, of course they are. Because they are normal. And every woman is unique in her own surreal way.

After the tragedy that struck the city around 48 hours back; a travesty struck my home 24 hours ago. It happened when my mom brought up the issue of the terrorist attack and tried to establish a link between the event and the fact that a dog was crying the night before it. I don't know why he was crying, may be he lost his bone, or may be the one he was in love with had refused an offer to smell him. Anyway, i've always been at loggerheads with my mom about superstitions as they don't get along well with the concept of logic.

The poor thing was probably crying over the other serious issues i mentioned earlier, while he was being blamed for bringing in the bad luck that sealed the fate of many. My mom was pretty adamant on her opinion, as women are known for not being able to be budged. At one point of time i was trying to figure out what would've been easier- shutting up the dog, or shutting up my mom. And what i'm having trouble understanding is that if other people, like my mom, are smart enough to tell apart a dog's howling from HIMESH RESHAMIYA'S singing, then why are they dumb enough to blame superstitions for the evil around them. And then they go ahead and give the credit of their success to 'GOD', 'THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA' or 'THE MAN UPSTAIRS'.

I'll tell you what, there is no man upstairs. At least not for me, i live on the top floor of my building. But the point is, that GOD is equivalent to 'NOTHING'. This means that people are devoted to 'NOTHING'. So inadvertently, we use phrases like "may NOTHING bless you", "NOTHING is by your side", "we are the creation of NOTHING", "NOTHING is everywhere" etc.

But i also know that i myself am an anagram of GOD; i'm GOD spelled backwards. I know that whatever i've rambled on will not change a single person's perception. So yes, that's correct, i am a dog. As i have been barking up the wrong tree.....

To kill the tension..

I believe i have been compelled to write this particular post by the seriousness in the air that has precipitated as a result of 'the wonderful deeds of those obnoxious little weeds' [not Harbhajan Singh], we know by the expression- 'terrorists'. And by the way, if no one noticed, let me turn your attention to the fact that that last line did rhyme a bit.

Speaking of the country's favourite bad boy- BHAJJI, i heard that he recently won a dance show where he got a chance to shake a leg with a very sensuous woman.Wait..his partner was MONA SINGH..who is not sensuous. Although some may think of her as a woman.

Terrorists are stupid..they never kill the ones who deserve to be dead. For instance why didn't they throw a grenade on the guy who invented MATHEMATICS..? Oh..wait..i see why...the guy who invented MATHEMATICS was one of them ......!!

I must admit that writing nonsense without a purpose is much more difficult than i thought it would be. So..i hope that i've been able to drift your attention to a whole different subject..or i may have managed to infuriate you more than the terrorists [ i know the reader is nodding along at this point of time].

Anyway, the point is that we can't go back in time and make it better now. So it's better if we think less about the same. After all..we live in the city which never sleeps...and may it not feel any sense of drowsiness this time either.....

Come full circle...

I'm sure everyone must have lost count of the number of times both BOLLYWOOD and HOLLYWOOD have successfully managed to sell a bunch of movies like hot cakes on the basis of the idea i'm about to ramble on.

They say, life always journeys back to where it started from. And by 'they', i mean the scriptwriters of these tuity-fruity movies who have been smart enough to sense the desire of the millions of twits wishing for something like that to happen to them as well, and cashing in on the same.

I think i just hit the bull's eye, now didn't i? The only reason that people buy this idea is because they wish their own lives come full circle someday or the other. Nine out of ten people want a second shot at life, obviously not being very happy about the way it turned out. And this applies to me as well, why else do you think i would have seen SERENDIPITY seven times...!!!!! Because at some level, we all wish we could go back in that special time of our life and make sure that things didn't go about the way they actually did.

No matter how futile the effort may be, and no matter how mature we believe we are to have a complete prior knowledge of this fact, we all still do fall for it. And these movies go on to become huge hits, with their revenue running into millions and breaking prior records made by other wiseguys.

But i'm not complaining, nor are the other millions and millions in the world who spend a lot of cash in an attempt to buy some hope of getting one last chance to change their lives. And who knows, once in a while, it may come true as well.
And lets not forget, sometimes it's better to believe than to doubt.

So... never lose hope.... because what goes up... must come down and what goes by.... must come by again.........someday.

The Funny bone....

Have you noticed the presence of at least one person in a group who laughs the hardest at the dumbest joke..? And there's this other person who will stay stone-faced even while watching a comedy as good as HIMESH RESHAMIYA'S -KARRZZZZZ...? Its not a comedy per se, but the fact that HIMESH is giving acting a second shot kind of makes it look like one. Plus i may have miscalculated the number of Z's. Anyway, i think i'm going off the track, more than HIMESH does while singing.

Then you may have come across a person who actually has something against jokes. May be these are the people who's loved ones died of a heart attack while watching JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE! May their souls rest in peace. Anyway, the fact is that this kind of a person, on being confronted by a good joke, gives you the 'IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?' expression, and that's when you feel like punching the person's teeth down his throat. Not that you should.

And then comes the worst type, the 'fake haha-ers'. They don't laugh because the joke's funny, but because, it is an obligation to laugh at a joke, no matter how much it sucks. And by the way, NAVJOT SINGH SIDHU does not fall under this category alright. He gets paid to laugh, it's a legal obligation for him.

Anyway...the point i'm trying to drive home, is that people have different kinds and levels of sense of humour, humorously referred to as your 'funny bone'.
It's good to have a nice old funny bone in your body, just not the kind that will make people want to break all the other bones in your body.
That being said, i better not mention which category i fall under. Because i'm funny, but i ain't stupid.

Welcome back....

This post is dedicated to welcome back a very dear friend of mine, who had gone missing for a while. And by 'missing' i mean the fact that she wasn't there around for a long time, as she was busy wrapping up the loose ends of her own life.

It had been almost 2 years since the last time i had heard from her, until this past Wednesday when i got back in touch with her. And the thought that some things never change, rung quite true at that moment. As we filled each other up on what had been happening in our respective lives, it seemed that despite the bitter experiences that both of us have gone through in the span of the last 2 years, we were still the same old people, the same old friends.

I cracked the same old bad jokes, and she giggled in her same old familiar trademark fashion that i have grown to love and adore. So...to sum it up, let me just say that i'm glad that my friend has returned, and i want her to have all the happiness in the world as she deserves every single bit of it. May she continue to be the same old sweet, affectionate, and the most beautiful girl i've ever known.
Because...as i said earlier...some things never change....

Being serious....

The other day i was having a chat with a friend of mine regarding how to make my blog popular. She offered some help as she has a few contacts which might be of some help to me. The condition that came attached with it was that i should start writing something serious and meaningful.

With that sentence, all my hopes of making my blog popular came crashing down faster than the WORLD TRADE CENTER.... Not because she said something offensive enough to do so, in fact, she was making complete sense. But i just realised that i can never be serious. Me being serious and sobre, would be like Albert Einstein getting a regular haircut. As far as i can remember, i have always managed to laugh my way out of everything in life so far.

I normally use humour as a defense mechanism, not to mention that it doesn't always pay-off. There have been instances where the embarrasing look on my face after cracking the joke was far more amusing than the joke itself.

I've been told that i don't need to make a joke out of everything in life. But for some reason, i can't help it. I guess i don't take life as seriously as people normally do. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad, but this is what i do, this is who i am, this is who i i've always been, this is who i'll always be.......

Never the same.....

As far as i can remember,

those times both tough and tender,

as hard as it might be to say,

may be there never really was a way,

whatever happened for any rhyme or reason,

nothing will bring back that sweet old season,

no matter what i said and what went in vain,

but life will never be the same again...........

The good times just rolled by,

leaving a smile and a muffled cry,

i don't know how many years,

will take to dry those running tears,

i know the sun will rise and shine,

and things will be just about fine,

the time may even take away the pain,

but life will never be the same again.......

The past just keeps knocking on my door,

and it wouldn't let my present soar,

but once i break myself free,

i'll be back on my joyous spree,

once again i'll have something to chase,

it will be my life's brighter phase,

i'll be walking down a happier lane,

but life will never be ...the same again.........

The year that was............

The year in concern is 2006-07. It was my last year in college and also a year that saw the last of a lot of other things. A lot of people, a lot of incomplete stories, a lot of reasons to smile and a lot of life. It was a situation that i had seen coming for a long time, but when it came, it hit me like a sucker-punch. Every single year, i would say to myself, "College has to end some day, and so it will.." However, accepting the fact the way it was, wasn't even half as easy as saying it to myself. I wasn't just sad because the best time of my life had come to an end, but i was rather scared about leaving my people, my world behind and being out there all by myself, all alone.

For some reason, i felt like a child who was about to lose the grip of his fingers around the safe hands of his parents. But i knew that there were a few, who would always be there for me, come what may. And i'm happy to say that i haven't been proved wrong until now.

But still, there is a void that the past 6 years seem to have left in me. It still feels a bit weird that i was the only one who felt that way about leaving my old life, as everyone else seemed so excited about the new one that they were about to embark upon. In fact, most of them didn't even seem to care in the first place. Sometimes we are so engrossed in embracing new beginnings, that we forget to bid adieu to the old times.

I was told that i needed to get rid of this emotional baggage that i was carrying around. And i know i haven't taken that advice yet. And may be, on some level, i don't want to. I always keep saying, that the best is yet to come. But, in my heart of hearts, i know that the best is long gone. The memory of it hasn't though. And it never will. Never.

In the name of names...

How many of us really like our names. I don't like mine. It's PRATIK, by the way, if any of you have cared enough to go through my profile. Anyway, i have always hated it for some reason. Actually, it's my last name i hate even more, it's KHOPKAR. Why would anyone opt to take such a horrible last name....? I mean how dumb were my ancestors...!!!!!!!

They have passed away long ago.....and probably don't even have the time to occasionally glance up [ most of us go to hell] and see what i had to go through because of that name, back in school. I was called KHOPS, KHOPI, KHOPDI, KHOPCHAND...and what not. I vividly remember that someone even tried establishing a link between me and ISHA KOPPIKAR. To speak of the best among the worst lot of names that i was called by, back in college i remember a friend calling me KHOPKA... I know it sounds like the name of a cold drink brand which would surely not do well in the market or a Sri Lankan bowler ...but somehow it seemed cooler in contrast with the ones i had heard earlier.

But, i was called by all these names back in school, by kids, who can be brutal at times. But that's alright. Because i also knew a guy in school named -SANDY. That's right, parents can be brutal too.

The road till here....

This has been a weird journey so far. And a fast one too. At times, i wish the pace at which it proceeded had been a bit slower. May be then, i would've had lesser regrets. Not about what i did, but about what i never did. Or never said. Or how late i said it. Or how late i realised the fact, that i was late.

May be it was dumb of me to expect life to run at a speed at which INZAMAM-UL-HAQ ran between the wickets. Sadly enough, it ran at a pace at which a ball hit by ANDREW SYMONDS travels to the fence.
I'm not very good with the metaphors.

So there's a lot that i've learned in the past few years of my life, apart from the fact that i should talk less, which is something that people have made a habit of telling me. I've learnt that 10 or 20 years down the line, it is not my bank account that i want to be full of cash; but it is my life that i want to be full of people whom i love.
And i hope it will be. Actually, i know it will be.

Your's truly....

It has always been my dream to be heard by everyone around me. May be because talking my heart out is all i know how to do. So...that's what brings me here...a thirst for attention. Some of you may be thinking that i am really desperate.

Well....i am. I am 21 years old, single, broke, non-smoking, non-drinking, non-good looking, non-rich...It's really smart on my part to put a pic on display that successfully conceals the fact that i and Fred Flintstones go to the same gym.

If you put all these things together, what you get is a desperate guy-next-door, looking for a girl behind any and every door.

The reader is probably cursing himself for going through this in the first place...but my suggestion is that it will start growing on you after a while. And if it doesn't, then what are the 'comments' for. Just let me know how much i suck. I have had people telling me the same in person; i think it might seem different via the non-verbal medium.

So long folks.....take care ....have a great week.....and get in the groove for DIWALI.......HASTA LA VISTA....and VIVA LA RAZA...!!!