"The unexamined life is not worth living."

I am going to erase some things out of my life. I had so many plans for so many things, but of late I think I have grown wise to the idea that I will not have enough time for many of these things. I am not sure if I have complained about this before, but my life has been completely scheduled. If my life was a restaurant and you came in my maître d’ would tilt his nose into the air and say that I am full.

From one Monday to the next, every week, I am booked. I never used to be this way. I used to have more free time than I deemed necessary. People would call me up out of the blue to invite me for a night out, and I would gladly accept. Now my nights out are planned two, three, sometimes four weeks in advance. I have people consecutively booking me at the same time every week. One of these, my kid brother I look forward to and enjoy immensely. However I loath that he just won’t give me the controller as he sits on my bed and plays Halo wrong.

Whenever I am not stuck at work, I’m being either pushed to the gym or being pulled to play tennis (because my kid sister is getting married and she will not have me at the festivities till I can fit in to that damned kurta she got). Because of this four evenings a week are taken up (the other three being occupied by the Internet and my latest online muse of the week) which means I can’t go to the beach and stare at waves and I can’t get drunk on boys' night out and I can’t go scrounging around for that new really nice, really cheap place to eat.

I have also been travelling, reading and catching up on my sleep. Everything else is taken up by everyone else. So I am going to delete some from my life. Deletion. Simple catharsis. The joys of chopping away at weeds as they strive to enter mainstream essence. But what can I delete?

Friends.
Films.
Reading.
Writing.
Work.
That startup that refuses to budge.
Tennis.
Recent History.
Internet.
Music.
Television.
Useless talents.
Family Drama.
Musical Instrument Learning.

Internet would be a good start, but I don’t actually spend much time on here. I read blogs, read comics, download videos and that’s really it. Occasionally, once in a blue moon, I gorge myself on wikipedia or the entire archives of certain webcomics. This takes up a lot of time but I have an addictive personality. But, it is still the reason I stay up to 3am most days.

The telly is a negligable item; I am too fresh for mainstream programming to a point that I barely watch it and when i do it’s mostly films or the box.

Family Drama can be cut. Easily. When my sister moves to the US, my parents should realise how much easier it is bringing up one kid. Sons! They are the future of everything. Atleast, they ought to be.

I refuse to give up reading and writing things. They are too much fun. Have I told you about Hari Kunzru's Revolutions I am reading? Well, I should.

Work has been cut down, to an extent. I used to work 10 hours a day spread over 6 days a week till about a couple of months ago. But, as of now, I have managed to stave off work to a minimal few hours every day. I still have to stay in office the required 8 hours. If I am able to redirect all the energies to a venture on my own is a different question altogether.

Musical instrument learning has be deleted for now. One day I will learn that precious guitar.

Useless talents? I can name some but I will refreain. Gone.

Music and Movies? I’ll cut down, but never ever will I give them up. No matter what the expense. I love my unpaid escapism.

Delete .

And now I am left an empty shell of someone. Hooray for the brother that won’t give me the controller and won’t play Halo properly.

So... They call you the bard.

**** Adapted up from random blogs ****

The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. This is what they'd have me do.

"Look at the list and bold those you have read.

Mark in blue those you intend to read.

Mark in RED the books you LOVE.

Reprint this list in your own blog.

Having seen the movie/cartoon/TV series is not the same as having read the book.

This is my list."

** My own categories

Green - books started, never finished.

Amber - book names that I was better off not converting to Bold

1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien

2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman

4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling

6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne

8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell

9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis

10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller

12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks

14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger

16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame

17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres

20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy

21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell

22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling

23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling

24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling

25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien

26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy

27. Middlemarch, George Eliot

28. Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving

29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck

30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson

32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett

34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens

35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl

36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson

37. Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute

38. Persuasion, Jane Austen

39. Dune, Frank Herbert

40. Emma, Jane Austen

41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery

42. Watership Down, Richard Adams

43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald

44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

46. Animal Farm, George Orwell

47. Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens

48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy

49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian

50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher

51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck

53. The Stand, Stephen King

54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy

55. Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth

56. The BFG, Roald Dahl

57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome

58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell

59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer

60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman

62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden

63. Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens

64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough

65. Mort, Terry Pratchett

66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton

67. The Magus, John Fowles

68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett

70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding

71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind

72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell

73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett

74. Matilda, Roald Dahl

75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding

76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt

77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins

78. Ulysses, James Joyce

79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens

80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson

81. The Twits, Roald Dahl

82. Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith

83. Holes, Louis Sachar

84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake

85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy

86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson

87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons

89. Magician, Raymond E Feist

90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac

91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo

92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel

93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett

94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho

95. Katherine, Anya Seton

96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer

97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez

98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson

99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot

100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie

Yeah, I suck big time. But I'm better than the average adult..... That's new.

Acting my age, not my shoe size

Why are these the only thoughts going through my head as I sit through what ought to be a busy day at work.

1. Should I work with chemicals and hot liquids so much that i could be like that guy from the once popular video game Thief (who is a thief, gosh, surprise!)

2. Shouldn't I sleep on my arm so it goes numb and then upon awakening, i can pretend that someone else is holding me, as it lies dead across my chest.

3. Yesterday i learnt to balance an egg on its tip. One of those life skills that you need to know.

4. That's one damn ugly mirror I'm looking at. Not been a good week for sleep.

5. Think carefully for something impulsive to do.

6. If Androids someday do decide to dream of Electric Sheep, don't forget to declare SheepCount as a LongInt. (XKCD - I hate you for putting that in my head)

7. How do I clone yesterday and call it tomorrow.

8. On a lazy drive to work, why do the clouds mock the way of a perfect view to a perfect day.

9. I could be a millionaire, if i could only stream my consciousness.

10. Where did i put my keys.

I'd have to be acting between almost 26 instead of in between of a ten and eleven...... that's probably where my mentality and my feet sizes are right now. Well, not right now. I don't know what just happened, but i feel my age. Everyone worries about ageing..... About leaving the teen years behind them, then apparently life started at 21. And the variations of the same that come to pass.

I read this somewhere once.

When your young you don't care what the world thinks of you. Then you grow up and start to worry a bit what it thinks. Finally you realise that in fact, it just doesn't think about you.

It was probably more eloquently written originally, and my bastardisation has watered it down.

Currently Listening to - M.I.A - Paper Planes (should probably explain the entropy above)

A 100 random things about me.... Thats four times 25... Ha!

Enough people have asked me to make mine. So here it is - Four times the vengeance. Half the fun.

1. I share my birthday with Monica Bellucci, Pope Nicholas IV and The International Translation Day.

2. One day I would like to be next to a glacier on my birthday.

3. I have no dogs and cats tend to creep me out.

4. I have darling sisters though.

5. I am the oldest.

6. Two of my great grandmothers lived to 90.

7. I am right-handed. I have so wished otherwise.

8. I hate being tickled - it’s torture.

9. My favourite colours are silver & blue.

10. I once wrote a screenplay.

11. It was, of course, semi-autographical.

12. I used to write for a magazine before there were blogs.

13. I have black hair and eyes.

14. I watch far too many TV shows on the computer.

15. I have created the empirically proven mathematical formula:

me + distracted = bad

16. I wore glasses since I was 6.

17. I will not give up my anime or my comics.

18. The much larger percentage of what I write is never read by anyone else.

19. I have a hard time admitting when I’m wrong, especially to those that matter.

20. My energy level is never very predictable. I never know how productive I’m going to be. I work in very efficient spurts, but then I’m quite disproportionately fatigued.

21. The first thing I notice about people’s faces is the angle that they keep their heads.

22. My favorite drink, besides chocolate drinks (especially Boost) is American Bourbon - Jim Beam Black Label, if you insist.

23. While in Hyd, a friend owned this classy restaurant, which appeared in some movie starring Kangana Ranaut (I was there when they filmed it.) This was also the friend who used to be a systems analyst for a stock broker at the World Trade Center, on one of the upper floors. He had called in sick on September 11, 2001.

24. Surprisingly I won a handwriting competition in the 3rd grade.

25. My favorite color is green, though I don’t wear anything that color.

26. I am a ray of sunshine (to some people)

27. I can recite one poem.

28. I have one tattoo. Long story.

29. I wounded a cat with a bow and arrow once (mostly the arrow). Was quite unintentional.

30. I have never been to a strip club.

31. I have been invited to a gay party. Short story.

32. I hate wearing jewelry, now i am forced to wear a chain.

33. My first job was to teach innocent kids, to get them to pass a test.

34. My last year of high school I wanted to be a researcher or an architect.

35. I am neither. Am getting there.

36. I have been arrested.

37. I was born with my tongue stuck to my lower palette. Yup, I had surgery for that when I was two. I can't help but still slur sometimes.

38. I have always wanted a photographic memory.

39. As a child I played with matches and burnt most of somebody's garden.

40. I have always loved British parodies and I don’t know why.

41. I seem to get younger as I get older. I was a little old as a child.

42. When I was in kindergarten, I had this huge crush on a girl. She loved the attention, but her best friend at the time took a dislike to me, and kicked me in the balls during recess once. (Talk about a “crush”)

43. I love it when I am able to play different roles with different people to finally make things fall in place.

44. I was a Scout for a short time. The NCC never was actually for me.

45. I used to love climbing trees. I once fell from a tree about 20 feet high when I was seven years old. Was largely unhurt. The mangoes that we had piled below broke the fall.

46. Alcohol is the answer for most other problems (thank you Homer Simpson)

47. I fired several people when I was a manager.

48. I once hitched a ride in the back of a milk truck.

49. I love things that glow in the dark.

50. I have a certified black belt in Karate. Been fractured twice. Returned the favour five times. At least.

51. I am half pure tam, other half pseudo tam-mal. I still wont touch seafood.

52. I own land of my own. All by myself. Ha.

53. I love to be bored.

54. I have played in real, natural snow only twice.

55. The first real concert I ever saw was Diana King, and I had won the tickets from a quiz on the All India Radio. A neighbor took me for the show.

56. My seventh-grade Hindi teacher taught me that if there was anyone who has a direct pipeline to hell, it’s her.

57. I have known my closest friend since I was 11.

58. When they disagree, I tend to side with my mom, but I actually think my dad is right most of the time.

59. I have never had a stay in the hospital or broken a bone in the last 14 years.

60. I have not had any body parts removed, except for wisdom teeth. Ow!

61. I was very disappointed with the x-ray glasses I sent for from the back of a comic book.

62. I tend to listen to male singers.

63. I talk to myself.

64. I don’t do well talking about myself.

65. I was a damned good student till school.

66. I am the king at constructing scenarios.

67. I'm still dreaming of writing my own book where I can inspire, touch and influence lives,

68. I sometimes wonder if the world will ever get my weird set of ethics.

69. I’m obsessive-compulsive about the useless little things, but completely clueless about really big things. Think it's some coping mechanism.

70. A former babysitter of mine got a bit of a crush on me when I came of age, but I was still living at in my old home with my parents in a flat. She'd throw pebbles at my bedroom window so I'd meet her outside. It didn't really work.

71. I’m better at expressing my true feelings and opinions in writing than in person.

72. I can talk a lot or not at all, depending on how interesting I find the company.

73. I used to have a sacred blanket.

74. For a long, long time my default ringtone was The Rolling Stones "Sympathy for the Devil".

75. I still own the silver pulsar. It sports alloy wheels, wider tyres and a two piece handle bar. I am never selling.

76. I hate people who are jealous or complain all the time.

77. I think the internet is a truly brillaint place to learn anything. I now know more on most topics that I ever thought existed. I dream of being self-sufficient.

78. I love to sing, but I wish I was any good at it, and I’d love to learn to play an instrument. A sax maybe. Yeah.

79. I am constantly writing lists.

80. My best friend in elementary school from the 2nd through the 5th grade moved away and I have never seen him since.

81. I still see my mom making dosas on the same pan after 25 years.

82. I feel the most comfortable in formal clothes.

83. I am against children having to study long hours so early in life.

84. I truly believe the world lost one of its greatest actors when Heath overdosed.

85. I am a little bit paranoid about who's looking at me right now.

86. I have driven cross country by myself. (1400 kms on a bike)

87. I have to return quite a few books.

88. Since the time I could remember, I did not fly on a commercial airline until after I graduated from college and had to go for a b school interview.

89. I love my xbox.

90. I like where I live.

91. I have very strange dreams.

92. I am working on my million dollar idea. I wish it'd work for me.

93. I have had more crushes than I can count.

94. I cannot mimic a soul. My impersonations of myself aren't quite convincing.

95. I think myself to be a good person but I haven’t always done what’s right.

96. I’m a ridiculous procrastinator. Instance, I actually meant to post this last week.

97. Bhaskar is to blame for setting me on this list.

98. It was so hard to think up all of these things about myself. I have managed to kill a sunday.

99. I have secrets that I'm not telling here.

100. Though there was a time I never thought it was going to be possible, I'm happy with my life.

Packing things away, Life should go on - Pt i

Narrator: The man with all the pretty words is Bourbon, known throughout the civilized world for his charm and quick wit. A smile is ready on his lips and lady fortune seems to smile back, along with countless other ladies. In the uncivilized, he is only known for the ladies.

Thankfully we all know that’s not true.

Hopefully by now we also all know that he posts ridiculous things on his blog - because it’s the Internet, and it’s not real. Everything sounds worse on the Internet. Times New Roman has always been a terrible way to communicate.

His blog however seems to have a lot of drafts. His blog is quite a drafty place. Here they are.

September 24, 2008

Here’s what happens when left to my Own Mechanised Devices

The days;

Read all my bookmarked google reader pages

Read all my comics

Watch tv for a bit

Contemplate watching a dvd

Read all my bookmarked google reader pages

Read all my comics

Read the blogs of those comic artists

Surf Wikipedia

Maybe make something to eat

But just maybe (omelette toast sandwich x1, yesterday's roti & subji x1 - if supplies grant it)

Smoke with my mp3 player on

Smoke with my mp3 player off

Do a sniff test

Maybe shower

Go to work

The nights;

Turn the geyser on

Forget that it’s on

Take out my list of things to do

Not be bothered to do anything on the list

Read all my bookmarked google reader pages

Read all my comics

Heat food

Wonder where I spent all my money

Tv surf

Read all my bookmarked google reader pages

Take laptop outside and experiment with music tastes

Smoke the rest (cigarettes 2 and 3 go over the lawn wall)

Try to blog

Maybe

Open notepad and write but get too bored

Watch songs on 9XM. Sometimes just so that I listen to "We are the Beaatle Nuts.... Meaning Paan Supaari"

Contemplate watching one of Roger's dvds

Don’t go to bed until i cant stand to stay awake

Brush teeth

Rinse face

Look in mirror

Read a few pages of a book before becoming bored

Sleep

Dream

Maybe

Sep 11, 2008

Weariness Kills

And cripples and hurts and maims. But mainly it kills. It kills a lot of good people.

It’s worse than alcohol really. Alcohol is not too good, I know, but it’s not as bad as being tired. Atleast being drunk lets you be loud and obnoxious and you do things you wouldn’t usually do, but when you’re tired your mind shuts down. Completely. The biggest regrets I can list in my life are things I’ve said or done when I’m tired.

But let me throw light on this weariness. It isn’t the eyes-burning-sluggish-red weary. It’s a whole different weariness altogether. It’s a weariness that takes hold when you’re about to fall asleep, or when you’ve just fallen asleep, and someone disturbs you. You say and do so many things because you are so bone-tired.

You can’t think. Images blur in lust.

August 30, 2008

Untitled

I have a new bus now. It’s better than the old one, in that it’s ten minutes faster and doesn’t go through those areas that makes me ashamed to be human.

The part I like the most about this new bus route though would be the walk I get when I step off it. My old bus deposited me in the centre of Noida, right beside a little shop that sold my brand and an ATM machine if I was low on change. And a bakery. Man, how I miss the bakeries from the South. That was nice too I guess.

But this new bus deposits me a good five minutes away from my old stop, right next to this quaint little momo shop.

Score.

On this day.

Five years ago I was having problems making the omni-directional vehicle run omni-directionally and swearing that patent applications cost too much. Really.

Four years ago I was sacrificing sleep to tell everyone about the ex-girlfriend. We met up and she returned all my belongings, and then she gave me seven hundred rupees that she owed me. I spent the next weekend drinking myself to death because I couldn’t deal with it.

Three years ago I was wondering if I might actually make it through the mba. All plans to be the suitable boy seemed to be gone with the weed.

Two years ago I was racing down the east coast road. I had candy in my till. A cutie to thrill.

One year ago I was wondering if its normal for your kid sister to gift you a zippo for your birthday. I had to bribe a friend to bring back an i-touch for her.

Six months ago I was buying a camera I couldn't afford.

Today? Hmm.... I just might tell you about it next year.

Lists, Resplendent Lists

To read, I have had:

An Englishman looks at the World - H.G. Wells

The Colour of a Dog Running Away - Richard Gwyn

Anahuac - Edward Tylor

The Kitty Killer Cult - Nick Smith

The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (severely advise against)

Watchmen - Alan Moore and David Gibbons

The Outsider - Albert Camus

The Dune Series - Frank Herbert (most of it - need to find Hunters and Sandworms)

Cry, the Beloved Country - Alan Paton

Nine Stories - J.D.Salinger

100 Bullets - DC Comics

The Ape, The Idiot & Other People - W.C.Morrow (I only read it because I liked the title)

Of Mice and Men - John Steinback

Brisngr - Christopher Paolini

The Princess & The Raider - Jude Devaraux (Girly, but then why shouldn't I have fun too)

Insomnia - Stephen King

The Last Lecture - Randy Pausch (came highly recommended. lives up every bit to it)

From Hell - Alan Moore

David Copperfield - Charles Dickens

American Gods - Neil Gaiman

Down and Out in Shoreditch and Horton - Stewart Home (you might want to give that one a miss)

Today has Never Happened - Catherine Smith

Ghost in the Shell (1, 1.5 and 2) - Shirow Masamune

I Can’t Wait on God - Albert French

Bleach - somewhere from 290 to 335

To watch, I have had:

City of Men

Cidade de Deus

Tim Burton's - Nightmare Before Christmas

Coffee and Cigarettes

SA-RO-JA

Forbidden Planet

Quantum of Solace

Vanishing Point

How to lose friends & alienate people (again... the title)

Dexter - Season 1,2

The Duchess

Man on Wire

Kaadhalil Vilunthen

My Father, My Lord

Kyles - Season 1,2

Dostana

Cowboy Bebop (I’ve seen it too many times but I just can’t stop)

To do, I have had:

Meet with friends old and new

Survive the mind numbing search for a house

Wake up on time

Not smoke all my cigarettes before dawn (dammit)

Wrench someones heart out

Survive financial crippling

Send letters to various companies to get my money back

To write, I have:

Everything.

I should start.

Lazy Saturday afternoons. You were made for these.

Homeward bound

In 6 hours, I head back home for a few days. I love going to visit, it’s so relaxing. After living in Hyd and now Delhi, it’s like an escape to another, calmer world.

Some things I look forward to:

warmer nights

coffee served everywhere, and its not the instant type

mega breakfasts (scrambled eggs, dosas, onions, chutneys and crushed up chillies, served with yesterdays chicken and super-thick, warm sweet sambhar)

the wide, quieter streets & overall lack of traffic (okay comparitively)

Briyani - non sweet, mixed uniformly, lots of meat

the warm air, the high humidity and the gusty winds - always occurring together

the smell of the fresh cut grass on the little garden that my mom rears

plush living in my parents’ house

driving cars again

chamiers

crossword puzzles - i only seem to spare time for them on airplanes

Things I love even more now that I have lived in delhi:

safe tap water and ice

even the most unassuming of people speak un-accented English

sane drivers on the roads. the most road rage that gets displayed is a muttered swear

everybody understands tam

murugan idli kadai

the beach

Catching zzzzzs whenever I want

Wishful Thinking

"I do sincerely and solemnly state that henceforth and without further procrastinations or necessitated delays, I will no longer self indulgently and with a due sense of punctiliousness to the aforementioned resolutions, no longer put off doing, what really I could have done 5 minutes ago. Furthermore I will stop showing off by using unnecessary and superfluous words just to show my vocabulary."


1. Be nice to the fat cat. Not the one pictured above, who is a dude, but the other one, who hangs around my house like a lovesick adolescent. The cat who whines all night long. The same one who runs into empty car sheds and yowls neurotically. I will try not to tell her to fuck off. It's going to be hard.

2. Be patient in traffic jams. I grumble and swear, when the traffic stops moving and I realized this year that if I was stuck in a car with me and my patience of a two-year-old, I would throw me out of the car and lock the door. This is going to be hard too, because I enjoy hurling abuse from behind the windscreen (as long as the windows are rolled up) and consider myself quite fluent at it. It would be a waste of talent if I gave it up altogether. I'll still do it if I'm driving alone.

3. When I write down a phone number, I will also write down whose it is. My life is full of numbers on scraps of paper. Whose are they? Haven't a clue. I drive myself crazy

4. Next time I am out shopping, I wont let advertisers treat me as if I were Pavlov's Dog - remember the dog that was trained to salivate automatically every time a bell rang. There is a whole industry out there trying to make me buy stuff on impulse. I hereby pledge to be the true "Decider".

5. Stop interrupting people. I don't enjoy it when people do it to me and when I realize I've done it to someone else, I want to crawl in to a hole in shame. It's awful. So that I promise not to do that any more.

6. I resolve to quit drinking … coffee. Doesn't quite taste the same after beer.

7. I am drawn to the idea of making a product that I can sell. There is no reason for it. I could make perfectly fine living working at this company with awesome people, or try to do freelance work on contract. I am finding, though, that being a creator of things people can actually hold is enormously pleasing. It's feels like something primal, but it's possible that this is merely curiosity.

8. Make a "you-comment-i-reply" policy. From now on, I'll try to reply each and every comment given for my post. I got this idea when I ended up going back to the post I've commented to see whether it has been replied back or not.That means that "me" or in other words 'a reader' loved to be replied.Blogger has made this task easier by allowing my comments to be emailed.

I reckon I'll last a week at the most. This is why I never make resolutions.

not every post deserves a title

Its a super boring Wednesday, and I am trying to look extremely busy (it’s an essential part of my job-list everyday). So anyways was trying to figure out what to write. Actually to be honest, I’ve been trying to figure out what to write since yesterday. So for the lack of anything better, shall make a list of my achievements in these 24 years of existence.

Mind you, its not a small list. And yes, there are many things in here that most of you are probably dying to do and most that you definitely shouldn't.

Changed a baby’s diaper
Lied to a government official
Lied to many government officials
Said ‘I Love You’ and meant it
Taken an ice cold bath
Screamed as loudly as I possible could have
Gotten drunk on 12 bottles of beer
Seen a near total eclipse with naked eyes
Wished on a shooting star
Kissed a complete stranger
Had a candlelit lunch with 4 other guys in broad daylight (what inspires us i am yet to figure out)
Sat out of class for most of a semester
Gotten drunk and puked into a well
Given more than I could afford to a charity
Slept in a car all night
Slept in class
Slept at work
Stayed up all night and watched the sunrise (Farewell to the original W400s)
Patted a snake...
Been bitten by a squirrel
Taken a sick day off when I wasn’t ill
Been bullied by girls in school
Slept under the stars on a grassy knoll against a lake in coll
Giggled when my best friend was Hindi poetry reciting, making him fail
Had amazing friends (And still have them!)
Lost weight And then gained more
Survived a fatal accident.. my mom doesn't know
Broken someone’s heart
Edited the school newspaper
Sang loudly in the car - was the only time I'll ever be in an antakshari
Hugged a photograph to sleep
Had seven straight tequila shots
Eaten camel
Gotten the entire class detained because I broke the window and didn't own up
Lied to get out of trouble
Taken a martial arts class - got a black belt
Loved someone I shouldn’t have
Gate crashed at a party
Been to weddings of people I don’t care about, just to eat good food
Gone without food for 3 days
Read, and understood Richard Bach or what he wanted to say,... i think
Had a crush on a girl when i was 4
Been obsessed with jigsaw puzzles
Been a geek in school
Made panneer .... burnt it
Made dal... learnt you aren't supposed to open the pressure cooker mid way
Hurt myself to see if i can stand the pain ... (okay i was bored someday)
Kissed someone so passionately, it made them dizzy
Been on a trek
Crossed a valley on a rope
Seriously contemplated pushing a nagging cohort int the valley
Cast my vote for someone I couldn’t care less about
Played in the rain
Kissed in the rain
Played in the mud
Been buried in sand
Nursed broken hearts
Been blamed for things I did not do
Been punished for things I did not do
Walked scotfree for things I have
Been caught umpteen times for things I have done
Walked on the beach at midnight with a girl
Lounged around in bed all day
Fit three weeks miraculously into 3 days
Felt truly happy about my life
Felt absolutely miserable about life
Straightened my hair
Had suicidal thoughts
Stolen a bittergourd from a neighbors garden and been forced to return it later by ma
Skipped all my school reunions
Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
Read Godfather many times over... Felt like a man each time I read it
Read Love Story many times over ... Felt mushy and sad every time I read it
Won a bet
Lost tons
Made lots of bad choices
Read a lot
Listened to music a lot
Watched movies a lot
Been on the phone a lot
Stared out at open space a lot
Inherited all my grandpa's books
Fired a rifle
Learnt Autocad... you'll have to be a user to understand how difficult that is
Been in love with my computer
Been operated on my eye and saw through the entire thing
Taken a holiday all by myself
Appeared on a Radio show
Made a website and assorted paraphernalia for a coll fest... turned out decently enough
Lied to close friends
Cheated in a card game
Secretly wished harm to someone
Smoked up
Been cynical, sarcastic, caring, romantic, hopeful, perplexed, eclectic in combinations

i can go on and on, but seriously, i do have deadlines!