Passenger Seat.

Some observations:

*I realized that when I listen to a new song, I prefer listening to all those that start with a piano or guitar piece before the lyric take over

*My current attention span is that of a fly

*I develop a restless itch on my palm when people speak like they've got 5 chewing gums stuffed inside their mouth which slows their speech to 5 words in a minute.I like people who talk fast. I tend to consider them smart, even if their intellect may be bordering negative

*I eat food in a record time. Every meal

* Wonder years, who's line is it anyway, Simpsons, will never go out of fad for me

*I love walking, even more now. If time was a friend and my office a cousin, and we all had great understanding, I'd walk to work, right from my doorstep to my work station.

*I prefer heavy rains to drizzling

* I can live on fruits, all my life

*I don't miss facebook at work. Honest

*I have, till now, not written a single serious late coming reason, which, by the way, goes in the official records. I can't help it. The lameness of the entire exercise just makes me want to give the computer (the company) some lameness back.

* I hate the associations with the colour Pink. As much as I don't wear that colour often, I support the one's who do

*I have the most absurd dreams. They can qualify for a perfect hollywood scifi movie

*Some small shops, highly unimportant looking, ignored by most passer by's have the most fantastic/witty lines written on their board

*Women letch at women...way more than men

*It's the toughest, most heart-breaking decision to do away with your old phone

*I start making my weekend plans from early Monday morning

*It's interesting to watch people slyly message during an important business meeting

*It's interesting to watch people scowl at everyone after taking too long in the loo

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More later. It's 10 :35 PM, and I feel I am in high school again. This was the right time to sleep. I can plonk myself on the bed, right away.


Tchus.

THIS is called humor.

http://www.outlookindia.com/article.aspx?265851

Very interesting read.

I stumbled right into...

You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
She loved before she may love again.
But if she loves you now, what else matters?
She's not perfect, you aren't either,
and the two of you may never be perfect together
but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice,
and admit to being human and making mistakes,
hold onto her and give her the most you can.
She may not be thinking about you
every second of the day, but she will give you a part of
her that she knows you can break her heart.
So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze
and don't expect more than she can give.
Smile when she maked you happy,
let her know when she makes you mad,
and miss her when she's not there.

-Bob Marley.

Crows are evil. So shoot at sight.

"If you feel discouraged
That there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seems
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's a to z"

Death Cab for a Cutie

With the marching steady tick-tock, I've been absorbed with a bit of too many things. Ofcourse, the major bit of the bit is work. I'd rather not make the early announcements of likes and dislikes. It's been two months. I still say it's early. Like how my Art Director once said that for the first two- three years , you'd be busy only trying to figure out this industry. So the constant shuttling, puppetry show starring you, and having series of terrible days of complete clueless-ness, is all normal. I've always thought patience was a virtue, only gifted to a few. I guess not.

Question is, whether I'm ready to be a part of this never ending queue of supposed great endings. Who's to say it is even anywhere close to being great. Maybe the mediocrity provides a comfort zone that people find easy to slide into. Will I be another added number. Or will I pull out and tread a completely new path, a new career. I still don't know where my niche' really lies. More so, does everyone HAVE a niche'? Maybe some are born to be good for nothing :P Not that I hold myself in low esteem, it's not even a question directed at my fickle mind. It's a genuine doubt.

Shifting in a flat is far from easy. The added responsibilities make me feel I'm living a life I'd be living 5 years from now. Shared work and unaided first times of everything that encompasses setting up a house, is mighty tiring. Only, in this case, you don't give up, fold your arms and say "pass".

My music hours have increased, since it's directly proportional to my travel hours. I've got no new music. I've heard and re-heard, hummed and re-hummed the same old playlist some gazillion times. It's only recently, I rediscovered my love for the old rock and roll stars who introduced me to what is TRULY called music. Before I skip to the next musing, I must express a serious concern. What is with people tagging "blues" .. and "jazz" as SOFT, lame (in the words of my colleague, 'that pussyshit'"). Really now. How can any form of music be subjected to any definition and bias if you claim to be a music enthusiast? Isn't music an umbrella term for anything that contains basic melody? I understand likes and dislikes, but who decides what's soft, hard (??), tender, sweet, bitter, pussy and non-pussy, on the basis of....er....pure idiocy, I'd say.

Eventful, is the operating word here, in this very blog, before I digress , as always.

Eventful is good. Over eventful is not. Change is good. Shift is not.

More later.

Tchus.