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Everyones life goes through its highs and low..well for the last 8 months, even mine was not an exception... it had its own highs and its own lows.. but the only difference was the highs lasted for roughly 1 week altogether and the lows the remaining 7 months and 3 weeks..

Now what was the reason?.. Top level interrogation revealed work as the culprit.... but a detailed analysis showed my long lasting companinon laziness as the prime reason. Summer time, holiday seasons, jobless friends etc contributed their own noble share to it.
Now i guess i am back to my normal routine.... come to office on time (or an hour late), read 4-5 online newspapers, do a wiki search on the terms i did not understand, read personal mails, reply to them and then go for lunch.. After lunch break read official mails, orkut, facebook, do some 1 hour of work..by that time i will be tired.. now i will pack my bags..and rush to my bike...

life is bliss...

My rainy day realizations..

Yesterday was a great day... it rained cats, dogs,giraffes,apes and every other thing under the sun.... big time.. started from office at the usal 6.45 ..then the following events unfolded..

Had to close all the windows in the cab as it started raining big time and i was sweating my every liquid out- Realization - Rains are best, when its outside the house, and whn you are inside it

Cab driver nearly ran into a pit- Realization - parents prayers are always strong

The one hour drive took 2hrs yesterday - Realization - leave office early when cloudy

The traffic stopped 2kms from my house - Realization - traffic follows the same policy everywhere in the world, when it rains - it just stops

The water on the roads was knee deep- Realization -Its not the same feeling when the body gets wet by rain and when the shoes get wet.. especially leather shoes-

Walked 2Kms to home-Realization-2Kms look 20 Kms in pouring rain,no umbrella,knee deep water and when drainage joins the rain water

Reached home,found the hall and kitchen sunk in water from balcony - Realization-Heavy rain doesnt distinguish between roads or kitchen, neither does traffic

2hrs of massive cleaning exercise with roomate- Realization- When in need...... every man cleans

Dinner time, saw 7 chappatis and half boiled dal and a note by the maid "Gas cylinder over, cooked only this much"and we are 4 guys in the house-Realization - The depth and length of hunger is always indirectly proportional to the quantity and quality of the food

Drinking water was not deliverd due to rain - Realizaton - 2 chappatis, half boiled dal and half glass of water at times can be the best dinner the world has ever provided

Roomate lost his phone-iPhone on the road,on his way to the house -Realization- That bugger will never learn.

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Why are the people who talk the most often the least respected? Why does a person's individuality measured by his/her talks rather than the actions? Why is a serious/reserved person earns more respect than the talkative one. For some these questions just don't make abt sense but for others it does make a lot of sense. Talkative character sketch is something which has been looked down right from the kindergarten classes of a kid.. A kid who is talkative is always in his teacher's bad books no matter if he is good at studies or extra ciriculars.. By the time the kid grows up in silence and start facing the world.. he sees that silence is indeed golden..but thn speech is equally gold.. i have decided next time i see a person who talks more..i will listen ..listen and then see his works.. and thn i will chose whether he deserves my respect or not.. for i am not ready to let him go off, just bcoz he talks a lot....

A cold search..

Being a very good guy, I almost fall into any sort of traps set up by girls. It has developed into a habit for the past few years…say 26yrsL..Whether it may be calling me up late night from the railway station asking for a pick up because she isn’t sure that she saw a Godzilla boarding the train or by saying that she doesn’t carry her cash on the days when she sees her neighbor’s dog lying in southwest direction., I am always there..
Through a deep rooted self diagnosis and a rare tantric self study, I was able to identify that this happens not just because of ignorance and innocence, which also has its due share in the events, but mainly because of one thing.. Desperation…aaaaahhh!!!! Not just the plane one, but the ready to erupt, high voltage, highly disruptive desperation.

Now I am here in the US, the land of opportunies, sky scrappers, most modern machines, ultra modern life style etc etc.. Yeah yeah I know, I am coming to that point…the 34-28-32 curves.. For an Indian who is not born in a metro, that will be considered as the 8th wonder of the world.. “Man such things exists eh!!!” This is the typical dialogues my friends back home crack when we watch a Hollywood movie.. Though they say that I am the one who the crack that dialogue the most.. I deny!!

But alas!! Here I am in the coldest month of the year.. minus 8 , minus 5… the only time minus part was removed by the weather authorities was when it stuck Zero. ((For my next sentence parental guidance is advised, if read by children below 18 or the “yuk that was gross” kind of girls and guys ) Here if i pee in the open air, before touching the ground, it gets frozen and at times I need to break it off part by part… and by the time i finish it, i will be turned into a snow man...well if not literally something like this would happen… and I expected to find the curves and the figures.. bull shit..!!. The only organ I can see of any human here is their eyes.. rest everything covered, even their toe. L by the time I make out that the person who was beside me is a guy or a girl, he/she would have passed by, forget checking out their figure. For the first 2 weeks I did check out …some 5-6 guys from behind, thinking they are babes…with long hair and a fully covered thermals… damn it..!!

The search of an innocent desperate soul continues in a -8 degree Celsius miles and miles away.