Listening to this song 'Changes'. Impressed, I am.

So many nice people in my life. I wish I had more time to spend with all of them. But all I have time for is the desk job. sigh! Don't want to be sniffy.

Was watching this movie, 'Last train to Freo'. Interesting. Wonder why the Brits usually some up with these interesting flicks which elaborate on the human nature with such simplicity. Just a couple of images, a minimalistic set, and the whole thing transforms the way I look at life. For a couple of hours, at least. Again, I am generalizing. I am told I do that a lot. Is that good? or bad? or just something I do and shouldn't bother much about it?

So many thoughts, they just criss-cross, form lovely patterns, create smoky signs all over the place. I tend to lose track of most. Sometimes I wish there were a way I could pause the individual threads and go back to them individually. But that would make the whole thing lose its charm. The haziness is what creates the effect which I want to escape to from time to time. I am something I don't know. Maybe I actually am alien, or maybe evolution is taking over. Me or the others. Crazy and foolish :) I love me.

Now why should it be called a rotten stem? It has some green left to it. Can we not even give it a chance to gets its greenery back and make good for the times it has been yellow, or maybe yellowish?

Apparently there are people who write about 'Bhim Raskhas', I would like to read that sometime. I overheard this in a bit of the conversation that was happenin between two friends. Random stupid poems are something I excel at, apparently a lot of other people do too. Heh, that girl sitting next to me is saying that writing for her is like a steam engine and she hasn't written since ages. This is not surprising given steam engines have gone outta fashion since ages too.

Outbounds are not really as great as theya re made out to be. I am copying, apparently, ideas from my friends. I am shameless. I know that. I can't write three blogs like so many other people can. And advice is something I refuse to dispense.

Have I seen bearskin.co.uk? Of course I have. In case you haven't, you should I am making this huge assumption that someone is reading this. If you are reading this, the assumption holds true, true. But then, it is so narcissistic (can it be called that?) to think someone will read this. Heh. I am sleepy too. And I don't feel like working anymore.

Prasun apparently wasted a lot of time. And there are other people who have done that four times. I don't understand how people can remember these 'times' thing. I can't. I am dumb. Or maybe I am not, just uninterested and psycho-sidey. Jumpbump.

At this stage, where I can officially claim to be infatuated with the girl with a visible vein under her left eye, there are a lot of other things which I would love to forget. There, I said it. And I know I will feel dumb about it a couple o minutes down the line. And want to delete this post. Lessee how I hold up then :)

Mumbai was nice. Not the most awesome of places I have been to, but kept me fascinated quite some. And that is impressive. Just wish I had some more time to spend with the people (singular?) I liked (still do, probably a lot more than I used to). Some things here and there and we are back at a stage in life where being indifferent is the best possible way to be.My computer has started acting like its my soul-mate or something now. Keeps doing things on its own. Some turn out to be good, some bad, but I get this feeling that it had my best interests in mind all along. The mind of the computer with a star-trek sticker. That makes for a good book name. Names and me. We go back a long way. Those who have been part of that long way would know.

There must be a reason why I uploaded that image thing. I will think about it some more.