DO NOT SPIRIT BOMB

Shit hits the fan, for absolutely no reasons. Stupidity i can say, this time.

There are these microbial termites or some bug that's on the underside of my wooden table. Its kinda eating it up and powdery stuff keeps falling off. And am so sick of it. And that fateful thought... i thought, must do something!

So off  i went and bought half liter of paint thinner (i guess it kinda kill those wood bugs, read somewhere) .
And on my quixotic attempt to rid the table of bugs, i poured the entire contents of the bottle on table wood... only to realize that ITS WAS THEN that shit hit the fan...

Table was in my living room and... The entire house has acquired this thinner smell... and the more i inhale it... it make me drowsy and nauseated and funny!

My house is transformed in to a chemical factory in a matter of minutes... its been 6 hours, the smell aint gone!!!!

F*88!

A train of thoughts..

Gawd, i love train journeys. Long train journeys. Ive grown up in train journeys. Hyderabad to patna. Delhi to patna. Delhi to tinsukia. Delhi to Chennai.
General, sleeper, first class(these are ones where it isnt AC but a comparmenet has gates AC 1st class style, i think then dont have em now on trains), 3rd AC, 2nd AC, Rajdhani, Shatabdi.. ive done it all.Travelling back from Bangalore to Delhi, in a train, after more than an year, it feels like home coming. Just feels so great.
Been there, done that.

The train journey's are awesome. The best part is the night. It gets friggin absolutely pitch black. Cherry on the cake...what i see out of the window right now, is straight out some movie scene... It gets occasionally illuminated by thunders, tearing through the sky. Cant hear em, but see the landscape, i can.
Passed an empty fucking station, a few minutes back.. and it was so awesome. Not a soul. No station name. Not even a dog. Just illuminated empty station. Haunted? :-O
Feilds... mountains.... plateau.. ravines... towns... hutments.. chai... if once craves to go out.. see India... travel trains. You get every thing wholesale.

I regret the taste of luxury, naah, this dependency on luxuries, i seem to have depend on.. AC kind of seprates you from what awesomness trains
actually are. The sealed windows are like prisons. Sleeper class.. night time... your head resting on the window grills.... I dunno, i cant describe a more
liberating feeling. I cant decribe in words the way you can see the world sitting on the coach gates of a speeding train.. crossing a river bridge.
The sight of river waters, beneath your feet... seperated by the rails and towers of the bridge.

Adios... its getting late.. and i wonder, what mobile bill am going to blow up, for this internet on train..

alive

Its been so long since i wrote something. Mostly cause the fountain of words just stopped. Tried last few times, but the words wont just come out. And the other times, it just felt stupid writing it all up. Personal. Stupid. Open.
Even now its really hard. I dunno what the purpose of this blog is and why i just don't delete it. Is it about specifics, or the bigger picture or a personal diary. The posts that i wrote sound so stupid and senseless and boring. Any-case i don't read them. And i cant even if i try to.
May be its the memories. May be the sacrosanct college-life connection, when even stupid was innocent and acceptable.

Life has changed. And so has its meaning. The dawn of college ending has given way to the sunshine of professional life. Sometimes, warm and a lot of times scorching. Days pass like they used to in college, as purposelessly now, as they were in college, only in a more meaningless and lifeless way. I float around in office, flounder on the weekends and alone in evenings. I cook clean and lay around in a bachelor-pad that ive come to call home.

Life is boring,dull and lifeless. And days just pass. Still alive though. 

Patna

Gawd! the artsy me is back.. in bits & pieces. Thats something to be positive about. I am reading a novel and am hell bent on finishing it. I search music, try new songs... and repeat the ones i find ad-infinitum, till i can hear em no more. I click pictures and a whole lots of em. Movies are to the bare minimum & so are the serials.  The very fact that i gathered courage to write a blog post confirms the same.

Other than that, Patna tour has crushed my hopes of MBA. I dunno, i am not doing good in procs.. and i have just eaten and slept last few days.. read 300 pages of A fine balance... listened to songs &blah-blah(ed) with relatives in festivities. Gained 2 Kg's :(

A challenging time waits ahead for me in Bangalore. Finding a new home. Exams. New Assignments at work. Life's changed.


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Btw this song(princess of china)... gawd! this song is awesome!  the parts where rihanna sings..

"Cause you really hurt me
No you really hurt me
Cause you really hurt me
No you really hurt me
Cause you really hurt me
Ooooooooh no you really hurt me
Cause you really hurt me
Ooooooooh no you really hurt me...."


are so so... close to touching the heart... the encore is just painful. Brings out memories seldom remembered, the dead & buried...

The show goes on...

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rmp6zIr5y4U&ob=av3e)

Its been over an year now, since on a breezy cool Friday evening i landed up in Bangalore, unsure of the forthcoming. Gladly was in purple haze the very next day, boozing away to glory. Times spent have been... of all things... fresh... Every other Saturday night was another benchmark of awesomeness to be breached the very next. Pubs, restaurants, weekend out's ... gawd! i have cribbed so much over the beauty of the life in college, only to look back now and face a year spent doing things, i imagined were never to be in my life. From foreign trip to car trip. Drunken New year Party to Friday Horror nights.

I miss ppl from college. I miss college. I miss home. But i have AP & Nig for the partners in crime.And life's still a whole lot fun & new things every other WEEKEND.

Need to find new things for the weekdays.... The show goes on...