Today I am clinically 24 years old......
Nothing so great about this day except.....well I was born on this day....allegedly
"So how is the celebration?" One of my friend ask.....thanks to the blessed mobile communication........
Celebration indeed.............
Come back from work at 7 in the morning............
Somehow change and flop down onto the bed..........
Mom called........only to have a mingled conversation lasting couple of minutes.......
Getting dead for four hours only to awake more exhausted in a deserted house.......too exhausted to have lunch infact....
.More out of boredom rather than the love for the game watch an ongoing cricket series in the T.V.............
Several people called.......some I loved talking to.....some I did not......just a cursory "Thank you" that somehow I am supposed to say to all the people calling me on this day......some I would have loved talking to in my earlier days....but somehowout of some deep rooted......unknown misery I avoided pretending to be asleep......to be perfectly honest......I do not exactly know the reason for my dissapointment in them.....but I guess sometime you have to lower your expectations from others.......trust me that will make you happier than usual.....
I had talked with my T.L for a day off at office.......I played the emotional trump card of celebrating with friends on my birthday.....he said "we'll talk about it tommorrow...."


And now a half read novel beside my mattress....still an empty house.....not so well lit.....a slight bite in the air....just like....well.....October end.....

A confused playlist of Simon and Garfunkle's Sound of Silence , Tracy Chapman's Fast Car, The Carpenter's , Clapton's Tears in Heaven and Don McLean' American Pie..............

"Happy Birthday to me......."

Well.....not being poetic or philosophical....I just found few more things to be cynical about......and indulge in the only luxury I can afford now!!

Darwin's Finches...

(28 February 2000, Texas) A Houston man earned a succinct lesson in gun safety when he played Russian roulette with a .45-caliber semiautomatic pistol. Rashaad, nineteen, was visiting friends when he announced his intention to play the deadly game. He apparently did not realize that a semiautomatic pistol, unlike a revolver, automatically inserts a cartridge into the firing chamber when the gun is cocked. His chance of winning a round of Russian roulette was zero, as he quickly discovered.

Folks....this is really funny!!!

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