A very good morning to everyone,which these days essentially comes down to no one.......well chitchatting at 8.30 in the morning is not exactly my idea of a chilly Saturday morning but what the hell, due to my recent habituation(I am not really sure the word even exists)with lot of cofee and not much sleep throughout the confused biological clock of mine I somehow woke up at 8 and never really got any more sleep even if I had the full stomach for it........if at all one needs a stomach for sleep.........but hey...never trust an insomniac's knowledge ofbiology.........So....last night was yet again a night of flashing neon lights in a confined tin can of a space with loud techno music that people fashionably call the 'pub'.......and I finally realized what went through one of my friend's mind when he had observed "disco lights are the irrefutable proof that human beings as a species are not meant for dance".........infact there is hardly anything in my life that is more conceptually precise than the reflection about this apparently affable manipulation of human anatomy that people generally call dance........anyways its not that I am too much fascinated by the culture of going to a pub to essentially indulge into the same activities that I could have done at my home.......butI have good cloths and I enjoy wearing them.....god that is probably the simplest explanation one can come up for squandering thousands of ruppees with pals whose face you cannot even see in the ambience....whose voices you cannot even hear in the blaring cacophony of harmonics......and sometimes like last night you have to drag a drunken sod from Middle East and somehow shove his soggy buttocks over the 'crack' of the two joined beds........but something else happened last night as well......it was the first time I had gone to one of the hotels of the Taj group......ummm.......not all of us were eventually turned into Simpson......so we just decided to drop into the Taj.....well.....at 1 in the morning not many mortals venture in the marble alleys of the Taj......but we did....and a cold coffee worth 350 was absolutely the only thing that we had in mind......'coz never really had any other option......and we whacked a matchbox and a ketchup bottle with the name of Taj stamped all over them....isnt it funny to whack off things left conveniently unattended just for blokes like us to propritorize them?....its just that the girls take the ketchup bottle and the gyz takethe matchbox......well thats about it......'coz when you have a measly snack of 900 bucks all you can think aboutis an absolutely freezing auto ride back home and a tired and lame attempt for a decent space to crash down......and then sleep for...err......two hours and wake up at 8 in the morning just to have a pointless chitchat about things you had done last night........


p.s. More updates: The same sod from MIddle East apprehends that he has lost his glasses........

Ahh....this is my first night before a night shift at the office.....well......dont think I am yet again into some corporate litany praising how spectacular the annual turnover of my company is.....no it is not some company manufacturing launch pads for the next telecommunication satellite....nor will it patent the cure for cancer.....so lets forget about it......its a weird experience trying to stay awake the whole night so that I can sleep throughout the day in order to remain awake the next night.....well I guess its a bit complicated........sometimes I think humans are the most uselessly vulnerable creature in this planet.......essentially a slave of habits that somehow manage to tie them in a predictable knot of stupidity that is more popularly known as the 'system'........I mean it would be really nice if man were just machines so that they can be turned on and off any time.......no I am not talking about being machines of the Hollywood extravaganza of the Terminator........just simple digital circuitry of 0's and 1's.......but what the hell.......we are destined to remain the same old confusion of genetical mismatch.........so I am wondering what exactly should be my agenda throughout the night........I bought a paperback of Roald Dahl....but then I realized the vision of an avid insomniac reader is not so comfortable in a mere plastic chair.......you need atleast an arm chair with a dalmation cuddled at your feet with the melancholy of a lady at a church.......so I turned the T.V on........but then the greatest achievement of science is providing absolutely everything except what we want at that particular moment.........Flinstones at 2 in the morning is not what I call the idea of great night out....neither some wonderfully leering song of scantily clad middle aged females in a nightclub that somehow cradles a pink Cadillac that too in a language I dont know is not so entertaining........so I am not sure what exactly should I do among five sleeping men...........ohh....there is no more packets of potato chips left.........the fags are running out.....gotta save few for the next day........the flashy dinner the Mc Donalds did not quite suffice the 23 year old system of mine..........and there is nothing to do..........I guess there is so much silence a man can bear...........and a glaring laptop screen in a dark room does not certainly help.......

OMG!!!!!

Oh my God......its definitlely the end of the world........or the begining of the end.......I mean here I am....still searching the somehow fading odour of the soggy loam of the college.....well......sometimes even of the high school.....often moaning silently inside that how people kinda conveniently forget to call each other over the years.....that I came across this astounding news.....one of my friend is getting married.............!!!!!!
If it is just for the pimply boyish dream of getting laid........its definitly not a good idea.....its not that I am experienced.......but there are things you dont really need an idea....or even a weebit of experience.......I guess people in general are afraid of death without an experience........I think everybody has seen how the hairline always seem to recede over the matrimonial years with the imposing surity of a downfall.....and still every mortal has to bend to it........ohhh.....if it is for the crazy thing called love.....I dont know.........I came across a quote by no one particular....................... "the problem with love is.....most often it turns into your 'weakness' when it should have been your 'strength'......"If that is the case ......then Cupid must have signed the C.T.B.T long time ago.......or any of those stupid "treaties" which all the politically confused nations so happily forfeit.......anyways.....the point is.....all these years I have always been the ideal parasite....that is .....always feeding upon the treats of other people's proposal.......sometimes even toasted upon their 'breakups'.......well to be prfectly honest and without inflicting a least bit of scar upon my so called 'well-being' and 'conscience'.......I dont mind having good free food if somebody is willing to celebrate his upcoming decadance.........after all what are great friends for.........atleast I tag along in their misery....being the 'unloved' one can be a big benefit.........and I certainly hope that the guy in question never really comes across this snippet of my rhetoric.......but there is still a catch....call it my whim or twist of a deranged lump of grey matter.......I never can get past the memoirs of the horrendous desparado of many such 'guy party' spent with him.....ofcourse absolutelyfrom a non-homosexual point of view........you know struggling with a half brain beneath the acrid smoke only to get more fags......cracking jokes from the leerest minds of the underworld.....and a lot of special performances without really caringwhat the principal has to say to them.......and now somehow I have to be a bit more sober in communication with him........and I really have to care about what someone else might think when I express a rather out of the box reflection........and more materialistically,the concept of giving a gift to a friend had never enterd my wildest imagination........or maybe its just my imagination........but I certainly fear the loss of one such 'proposal' or 'breakup' party......then I guess this is life.....and the reality of growing up suddenly grips all of us with this ludicrity........and I express from the deepest corner of my heart,my friend, the best wishes for a happy life.......