All in * time...

If I could roll back time, I wouldn't go back any further than the same date of year 2006. That was the day when I was infectiously happy. I could easily have been the jealous target of all other oxygen breathing living forms. I was madly in love.

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Today, I'm still in love; with the very same 'crazy diamond'. Today, i'm just NOT the saddest of all alcohol-deprived-concern-consumed living forms on planet earth.

The Hibachi Man - My favorite sportsman!

piqued

If i ever get to meet me, i'll whip myself so good that i wouldn't know what hit me.

Mr. Bihari tastes my patience...

Mr. B: Sir, lets 'taste'!
S: Huh?
Mr. B: 'taaaste', Sir.
S: *(with neither time nor inclination to think/comprehend)* Later.

1 hour later
Mr. B: Ready for 'tasting', Sir?
S: Later.
Mr. B: Can we do it after lunch?
S: Taste after lunch? What? Why?
Mr. B: Sir, you'd mentioned that you are going to have stuff for us to 'taste'.
S: *puzzled* Me? When?
Mr. B: In one of your emails yesterday....
Mr. B: ...the new Kalman filter algorithm that you wrote.
S: Aaaah, sure... now i remember (read understand). Let's begin TESTING. In a minute.

Flowers

Some men never think of it.

You did. You’d come along

And say you’d nearly brought me flowers

But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -

The sort that minds like ours

Dream up instantly. You thought

I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then.

Now I can only smile.

But, look, the flowers you nearly brought

Have lasted all this while.

-Wendy Cope

Lights Out

We’re allowed to talk for ten minutes

about what has happened during the day,

then we have to go to sleep.

It doesn’t matter what we dream about.

-Hugo Williams

fly or not fly

The whack job that i am, my life and my friends (oblivious to circumstance) also have a whack sense of humor. Here's a couple of snippets of conversation i had with two different friends on the same day.

A: Duuuude, how've you been?
S: Long time mate. Been well and all around the park. And you?
A: I knew you'd retrun from the US!
S: How? Why?
A: 'coz you and me are like fly and shit. We are meant to be together.

This got me thinking. I didn't want to be the fly sticking to shit and definitely didn't want to be shit. Silence was my only argument though. Also, realisation struck and the meaning of the song 'Suga Suga, How you get so fly?' then dawned on me. And then, later that day

B: S, are you alright? Sick?
S: Nope. Just haven't slept in two days.
B: No wonder. You look like shit.

LOL

Apparently I cannot access gmail (or other popular email apps) and orkut from work but I'm able to blog though, albeit stealthily. Some bird brained ideas never cease to amaze me.