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i actually want to beat the crap out of the next person i see

but instead i choose to copy paste this

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel so bad.

I’ve been reduced to this

We’ve just shifted office ( ahem …I mean bates India has shifted office )
The new place is …well ….the old enterprise nexus office.

Mohammed looked real happy in the mornig when he came in 9 rather early …to no ones surprise)

I’ve got a new desk …..and the same old “chuna” comp.
No complains actually.
Just that there’s a huge pole. …preventing me from sitting comfortably.
(and I just read that last line again ….and had a very stupid corny smile…..)

just getting used to sitting here ….feeling a bit cold.
But I guess that’ll happen.
I seek recourse in knowing that I’m around people who I can gel with.

I’m dying to get my paws on a pair of speakers ( or at least a pair of headphones …so I can BEAR my own music)

The smell of fresh paint
The feeling of a new place
It feels like moving into anew home …in a way.

Not that I’m very close to people in the office ….but I guess the bonding I have with a few people …..is special to me.

I somehow feel I’m trying to emulate a certain style of writing ……breaking my paragraphs into a line or two.
But I somehow do realize that that’s the way I write.

I once got accused by a friend …that I always present both the sides of the argument …so there’s no space for the reader
But if you ask me …I really don’t care
(did I do it again?…..I don’t know ….maybe …….hey I did do it ..hahahahah )

it’s a bit funny when people can figure you out ….or when you figure out people.
Its gets scary at times.
I somehow remembered of Josy Paul…the NCD of DAVID
Our whole class at XIC ( well …most of them at least ) felt that he could read your thoughts …with his staring eyes.

(ok I went out for lunch …..so I have lost my trail of thought …so lets wee what comes out next…the next time I sit to write …that is )

I hate writing titles

I’ve noticed ….(well actually it was pointed out to me )
that some people write for themselves.
Not because they want others to comment on it.
Not because they really want to know what people think about what they write.
Not because it really makes a difference to their lives.
Not because they want others to judge them by what they write ( let alone understand what they say )

And there are others
Who write purely for the pleasure of someone else reading it.

I would like to believe that I fall into category NUMERO UNO.

I say this….coz I always end up writing what I think.
And exactly what I think.

I don’t really care about what comes up
(like I was going to actually break off this stupid discussion ….and talk about the scrumptious chocolate that I just ate …ahhhh )

but coming back to the main point
…
,,,
….
Oh fuck the main point …..i just want to say what I want to
( and if anybody’s actually reading ……ha-ha….tricked you )

I love using brackets ...............( ohhh really!!!)

I’ve got to go for dinner…

But I wanted to post something new.
Somehow I have realized that people WANT me to write something on my blog.


(ok who EXACTLY am I kidding here….i’m just making that up ….but for whom?? ..i don’t know )

Any which way
As I was saying ….ya ….what was I saying again

(got distracted by some song I was playing on my comp …..which suddenly turned hindi in the middle of it ……these limewire downloads can sometimes play havoc with your lives )

Ok..ok….stop getting distracted ….concentrate…..CONCENTRATE

(damn …I just broke a glass that was lying in the hall…..hope dad wasn’t having a drink in it.

………………………..it’s not good to waste rum you know )

Since I don’t think I shall be remotely able to concentrate on writing something that makes sense as a whole ……..

(really ….who exactly am I kidding here ….i never write anything that makes sense……that’s the very essence of my blog…….and I think Mr rakshit doshi can testify to that )



AMEN


My computer has randomly hit a “70’s” spot
And its playing

What is love? By haddaway

Wonder what the guy must have gone thru……and if the song was really written by someone who was GAY ….coz it REALLY SOUNDS GAY………..ok I think I should change the song on my comp.

Lets see……hitting next


OOOOOHHHHHHMMMMAAAANNNN

Something’s wrong with my comp ..its playing

How do I live – Leann Rhymes


yawwwwwnnnn

could I be more sleepy?
Well …you’ll never know

ZZZZZZZZZZZ

Agrrrr

Agrrr

All I want to do right now is pull out the hair on my head …..by running it through the office shredder!!!

Its so irritating to be accused of slacking off. When all one tries to do is work …and work hard. I don’t mind getting fired for stuff I have done. But what makes my blood boil is that fact that I get the raw end of things.

I know that the people I work with want me to do good. But what I cannot seem to understand is their definition of good. Or their definition of GREAT. Or maybe even LOUSY !!!

“It’s all in your head ….and will remain just there”

*hmm
don’t exactly know what to say here …coz I just got disturbed by a call I had to attend.
But then again I don’t want to go back into that fuckall mood I was in*

I don’t need you give me an answer. Coz I know everyone is as screwed as me when it comes to matters like these.

Its been about 2-3 months since I’ve started work. But all I’ve got is ideas that has been shot down and made to die a VERY unnatural death. I really need to know why. And the whole problem starts here.

I REALLY have no clue what works and what dosent. And I believe that I do. But somehow I keep going back to the “creativity is subjective” argument.
And I don’t see myself finding a solution to this whimsical predicament soon.!!!

...

I want to say what I feel. And the only way I can do it is here. I don’t care if this space makes you want “not to read” . but its just like this.
I don’t write to make you feel good. Or write of what make me feel good.
But I write for me.
Knowing well that its just an opening into emptying out my already empty mind.

I may be contradictory. But I live in the moment.

I’m not feeling too good about this. I know I never will.
( and the light behind my computer screen isint making it any easier for me to look at the screen when I type….but I think I can live with it )

I just want to say ….
Maybe not.

If you get what I am trying to say ….tell me

I don’t want to speak about it ...
At least not right now