Picture this
You're sitting inside a cramped rickshaw in the middle of a traffic jam at just a little past noon.
The traffic isn't really making it easier to listen to whatever cacophony is blaring out of your earphones in the name of music.
A car come up alongside you with a mother and her 2, or maybe 3 year old daughter. The girl somehow senses that you're a complete goofbag and deserve to be in this traffic in the sweltering heat.
After this prophetic realization and a not so complex calculation to decide what to do next, she sticks out her tongue and makes a face out you.
And what do I do? Like any self-respecting bearer of the never-to-be-found male self respect, I put off the music, give the girl the peoples' eyebrow, and .......... stick my own tongue out to her.
That should teach her!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Little things bring great joys
Like when your music player is on shuffle and beats out one favourite track after another without you having to skip anything.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Ever
Ever get that feeling that no matter what you do, you're still the same?
No matter how much you run, you're yet to move - yet to make progress?
A lot like athletes; at the end of it all, they're just running around in circles.
A lot's happening; even more isn't.
What is it that I need, what is it that I want, what is it that I have, what is it that I shouldn't get, what is it that I should, what is it that I deserve, what is it that I don't, what is it that's gonna make my smile like sunshine, why am I ranting?
No matter how much you run, you're yet to move - yet to make progress?
A lot like athletes; at the end of it all, they're just running around in circles.
A lot's happening; even more isn't.
What is it that I need, what is it that I want, what is it that I have, what is it that I shouldn't get, what is it that I should, what is it that I deserve, what is it that I don't, what is it that's gonna make my smile like sunshine, why am I ranting?
On the pill
Didn't go to office today - my lower back pain has become a little worse to say the least.
Got a couple of pills, but the worst thing that has transpired from all this is that I've been told in no mean terms by the doc to NOT do weights for a month to 6 weeks. DAMN!
Maybe I'll use this time to jog more so I can fit into my old trousers again.
While I was at it, I also got myself anti-smoking pills prescribed. Let's see how it goes.
Got a couple of pills, but the worst thing that has transpired from all this is that I've been told in no mean terms by the doc to NOT do weights for a month to 6 weeks. DAMN!
Maybe I'll use this time to jog more so I can fit into my old trousers again.
While I was at it, I also got myself anti-smoking pills prescribed. Let's see how it goes.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sunday
Inertia sets upon me on weekends.
Need to break out of it.
I'm 10 times as lazy on weekends as I am fierce on work days.
Maybe it's the law of averages.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe it's Maybelline (hehe! classic!)
Lower back inflammation :(
Can't sit for more 10 minutes without that paralyzing pain.
Weight training will have to stop
Cardio begins NOW!
Own The Simpsons Movie (finally).
Why was Sideshow Bob not in it ?!
They better make a sequel now and have him in the central plot. Grrrrrr!
Six months.
That's what I'm giving myself.
Need to grow by an inch - Biceps
By a couple of inches - Chest, back and quads
Must go in an inch - Waist.
Need to break out of it.
I'm 10 times as lazy on weekends as I am fierce on work days.
Maybe it's the law of averages.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe it's Maybelline (hehe! classic!)
Lower back inflammation :(
Can't sit for more 10 minutes without that paralyzing pain.
Weight training will have to stop
Cardio begins NOW!
Own The Simpsons Movie (finally).
Why was Sideshow Bob not in it ?!
They better make a sequel now and have him in the central plot. Grrrrrr!
Six months.
That's what I'm giving myself.
Need to grow by an inch - Biceps
By a couple of inches - Chest, back and quads
Must go in an inch - Waist.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Notes to self
It feels great to let it rip.
Work has never been that stressful, but has never been that much fun either. I think it's a good bargain.
Absolute Fun: Sitting cross-legged on the floor of a train compartment at 12:40 am at 13Celcius.
Thinking can be a real waste of time - considering that you can't change most things happening around you.
I think this blog will now be named www.notestoself.blogspot.com, or something on those lines.
Work has never been that stressful, but has never been that much fun either. I think it's a good bargain.
Absolute Fun: Sitting cross-legged on the floor of a train compartment at 12:40 am at 13Celcius.
Thinking can be a real waste of time - considering that you can't change most things happening around you.
I think this blog will now be named www.notestoself.blogspot.com, or something on those lines.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Notes to Self
Shut up and squat
Learn how to ride a motorbike (yeah I still don't know how it's done .. laugh on)
Quit smoking (yeah I unquit again)
Work lesser
Spare more time for self
Stop planning, you've never been good at it anyway
Don zakhmi hai lekin Don Don hai
Ease up a little, there're more people in this world in worse shit than you know
Keep the investments going
Work on your deadlift
Learn how to ride a motorbike (yeah I still don't know how it's done .. laugh on)
Quit smoking (yeah I unquit again)
Work lesser
Spare more time for self
Stop planning, you've never been good at it anyway
Don zakhmi hai lekin Don Don hai
Ease up a little, there're more people in this world in worse shit than you know
Keep the investments going
Work on your deadlift
Saturday, January 05, 2008
People
There's pushing and shoving everywhere.
In trains, in buses, on bridges, in little lanes, in markets, in elevators, just about everywhere.
Suddenly there seem to be too many people around.
Public holidays are eagerly awaited so that I can enjoy a nonchalant walk along hill road without having to flex and turn my torso in Godless ways to avoid contact with people seemingly so eager to bump into me while on their way in the opposite direction.
Need to migrate to a place that has lesser people.
In trains, in buses, on bridges, in little lanes, in markets, in elevators, just about everywhere.
Suddenly there seem to be too many people around.
Public holidays are eagerly awaited so that I can enjoy a nonchalant walk along hill road without having to flex and turn my torso in Godless ways to avoid contact with people seemingly so eager to bump into me while on their way in the opposite direction.
Need to migrate to a place that has lesser people.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
V for Vendetta
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
– V's introduction to Evey
– V's introduction to Evey
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Indifferent
I have no idea on how to start this one. The past few months have been a revelation of sorts, although I am a little ambivalent about whatever's happened.
First of' things are looking good professionally (although I must admit that they never looked bad in the first place). Got made the module lead, and that's made me perform better, feel more comfortable and miss 'The Office' at 9pm thursdays on Star World. The office is making me miss 'The Office'. Wow.
Completed the first level certification of Spanish (Certificado Basico). Yeaaa! A picture of the certificate will soon find its way out here. Have the second level exam this sunday, and by a conservative estimate, i'm more than likely to screw it up. Uh oh. Insha Allah, i'll find time to study and all will be well.
Have managed to control my diet and i'm starting to fit into my old trousers again.
The visits to the gym are more frequent and that much more focussed.
May the rest of mankind covet my physique (some day)!
If there is something I'd like to see change, it's me Goddamn indifference about things. I must learn to care more often. About people, and myself. Maybe it's the result of a lot of botteling (is the spelling correct?) up that's been taking place inside me since I don't know when. But it's got to change. It is changing, but a tad too slow for my liking. Am I developing an alter ego? One that knows that something in me needs a change but never actually facilitates the change, knowing that if things do turn around, it will be forgotten? Talk about an alter ego having an ego!
While we're talking about change, I shaved my beard for the first time in more than a couple of years, and plan on having longer locks and maybe even streaking them white. Ahem. BTW, i'm looking 23 again now that the beard's gone.
It somehow seems to me that I've not valued a lot of the good stuff that life has offered me (Is the grammar correct). See... even now I'm concentrating more on the grammar than on what I have to say. Or maybe, life's leaving me behind ... to work long hours in the office, to blow out nicotine-filled smoke from my mouth, to blog incoherent thoughts (?) I need to reach out to people, be more accessible, less caught up within my own affairs, just be ... more. But maybe I need to reach into myself first, and take out that shred of chicken stuck between my teeth. (The veils are always drawn, even on the blog. Sigh.)
Maybe I'm one of those people that has to be discovered. Maybe I'm a no show on my own and need another compound to enable a chemical reaction.
A retrospection tells me that I really never had a personality in the past. Or rather I tried so hard to fit in that I just lost the notes that told me who I was un the first place. And the paradox about it is that when you've finally begun to fit in - POOOF! there's an entirely new set of people around you and you have to fit in all over again. Much more tiresome than it sounds.
The lack of a personal definition, the lack of a coherent knowledge about what you are isn't really that bad. It lets you observe - without prejudice, without dogma, without interest (!). Not that someday I'll be presented with a Nobel Award for Observation; just that's it's very satisfying to recognize that you have that ability of being able to relate to people and understand them without having your thought processes compromised by your own definitions of good bad ugly right wrong bingo wheeee woopeee sob grrrr etc etc. Wonderful! I say. Just wheeeeeee! (Oops! That's my definition of wheeeeee!)
Another thing that's been hogging me for a long time is the fact that people tend to replace their failures. I know of a (now) diligently religious girl and have this stinging feeling that she is so now because a lot of stuff that's gone wrong in her life. Now it's not bad being religious you know, but replacement just doesn't work. When you do something, embrace something, it rather be because you love it and want it more than anything else. Don't replace a sour relationship with cannabies .. a lost promotion with bench presses. And...i'm not really sure God likes playing second fiddle.
The structures that make up your life would be better off mutually exclusive than anything else. (This reminds me of Set Theory - grrr followed by a sob).
P.S. - I think the blog name needs a change. Any suggestions?
Many thanks to The Neverknown for reminding me that I blog.
Mummy(RIP) I love you.
First of' things are looking good professionally (although I must admit that they never looked bad in the first place). Got made the module lead, and that's made me perform better, feel more comfortable and miss 'The Office' at 9pm thursdays on Star World. The office is making me miss 'The Office'. Wow.
Completed the first level certification of Spanish (Certificado Basico). Yeaaa! A picture of the certificate will soon find its way out here. Have the second level exam this sunday, and by a conservative estimate, i'm more than likely to screw it up. Uh oh. Insha Allah, i'll find time to study and all will be well.
Have managed to control my diet and i'm starting to fit into my old trousers again.
The visits to the gym are more frequent and that much more focussed.
May the rest of mankind covet my physique (some day)!
If there is something I'd like to see change, it's me Goddamn indifference about things. I must learn to care more often. About people, and myself. Maybe it's the result of a lot of botteling (is the spelling correct?) up that's been taking place inside me since I don't know when. But it's got to change. It is changing, but a tad too slow for my liking. Am I developing an alter ego? One that knows that something in me needs a change but never actually facilitates the change, knowing that if things do turn around, it will be forgotten? Talk about an alter ego having an ego!
While we're talking about change, I shaved my beard for the first time in more than a couple of years, and plan on having longer locks and maybe even streaking them white. Ahem. BTW, i'm looking 23 again now that the beard's gone.
It somehow seems to me that I've not valued a lot of the good stuff that life has offered me (Is the grammar correct). See... even now I'm concentrating more on the grammar than on what I have to say. Or maybe, life's leaving me behind ... to work long hours in the office, to blow out nicotine-filled smoke from my mouth, to blog incoherent thoughts (?) I need to reach out to people, be more accessible, less caught up within my own affairs, just be ... more. But maybe I need to reach into myself first, and take out that shred of chicken stuck between my teeth. (The veils are always drawn, even on the blog. Sigh.)
Maybe I'm one of those people that has to be discovered. Maybe I'm a no show on my own and need another compound to enable a chemical reaction.
A retrospection tells me that I really never had a personality in the past. Or rather I tried so hard to fit in that I just lost the notes that told me who I was un the first place. And the paradox about it is that when you've finally begun to fit in - POOOF! there's an entirely new set of people around you and you have to fit in all over again. Much more tiresome than it sounds.
The lack of a personal definition, the lack of a coherent knowledge about what you are isn't really that bad. It lets you observe - without prejudice, without dogma, without interest (!). Not that someday I'll be presented with a Nobel Award for Observation; just that's it's very satisfying to recognize that you have that ability of being able to relate to people and understand them without having your thought processes compromised by your own definitions of good bad ugly right wrong bingo wheeee woopeee sob grrrr etc etc. Wonderful! I say. Just wheeeeeee! (Oops! That's my definition of wheeeeee!)
Another thing that's been hogging me for a long time is the fact that people tend to replace their failures. I know of a (now) diligently religious girl and have this stinging feeling that she is so now because a lot of stuff that's gone wrong in her life. Now it's not bad being religious you know, but replacement just doesn't work. When you do something, embrace something, it rather be because you love it and want it more than anything else. Don't replace a sour relationship with cannabies .. a lost promotion with bench presses. And...i'm not really sure God likes playing second fiddle.
The structures that make up your life would be better off mutually exclusive than anything else. (This reminds me of Set Theory - grrr followed by a sob).
P.S. - I think the blog name needs a change. Any suggestions?
Many thanks to The Neverknown for reminding me that I blog.
Mummy(RIP) I love you.
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