42 Quirks

“Things make a difference.

It’s your duty to look out for them – or is it?”

- Written in a state of drunkenness, three beers and one large vodka down during the Mirchi Party. The writing is legible, although not one to win any awards anytime soon…

The Mirchi Party happened at Leather Lounge, M.G. Road on Wednesday the 7th. The Pune Office cleared all Sales targets, in fact overshot them. And so we celebrated. Mad music, madder dancing.

I can’t remember for the life of me, when or why I wrote the above. I found it in the morning in my pocket.

Oh, and by the way, this dude is now *officially* an RJ. Hmmm.

As he unlocked the doors to his room (yeah, can’t call it a home, yet…) all his loneliness seemed to creep out of the darkness. He entered the room, locking the door behind him.

The darkness comforted him like an ally, a friend. He removed his shoes, undressed and sat down for a few moments, bare, almost naked. The floor was cold, especially during the winters. Each contact with the skin sent miniature electric shocks down the spine. Yet, it all seemed comforting, almost surreal. The cold tried to fight with his skin for a few moments. Then, the treacherous swine that it was, it did a one-eighty and bonded with his skin, comforting it, soothing it, lulling it to sleep.

And then the explosions began, one-by-one.

First came Frustration, which seeped in, throwing all senses into disarray. Then, Irritation and Anger mounted a combined attack, scattering all the vestiges of hope. Third came Cowardice, with its big mace, which it used to smash all notions of bravado and valor. Finally, Helplessness struck, filling in the gaps left behind by its allies. When it was all over, Desperation stood over the ruins surveying the conquered remnants of a broken soul.

Each blow took away a little more than the previous one. The brain began closing all its functions one-by-one.

Save one.

From the beginning till the end, He kept hearing a laugh, that of a small child. It seemed to come from a distance. It neither grew louder, nor did it fade. It stayed where it was, beckoning him to come closer, inviting him tantalizingly, slowly driving him mad. It was the same every time, somewhere between a giggle and a chuckle, just short of being a full-throated laugh, like one of those baby videos, or ring-tones that one comes across occasionally. It dared him to come and explore, to search for it. He stretched out an arm hoping to catch it, and yet, fully knowing that he would never reach it.

And then he found himself lying on the cold, hard floor.

Oddly enough, he never shed a single tear. Maybe because of a false mojo, or maybe because he had grown accustomed to it. No, the latter can’t be true. He had NEVER shed a single tear, ever. He wondered why?

He got up and poured himself a glass of cold water. And shoved it down his throat. He wiped off the imaginary beads of sweat on his forehead, and sat at the edge of his bed. The exhaustion took its toll and he dropped back on the bed.

Lying on his back, watching the ceiling fan rotate slowly, He was suddenly reminded of the client meetings for the next day and the research he needed to undertake for his personal project. He was reminded of the post he needed to compose for his blog and about the premium he needed to pay on his insurance. The mundane took over slowly, and he shut his eyes. His sub-conscious issued a command to his brain to generate a list of To-Dos for the next day.

And he ventured into the abyss. Just like that.

This post by Doug (a Xoogler) talks about how different people with different visions read differently into one and the same thing. Well, actually he talks about the Google-Dilbert Logo that *almost* caused quite an internal scandal in the Googleplex.

Those of you who have seen it, know what I am talking about. Those who haven’t, follow this link and read this.

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Last night while I was reading I suddenly realized this:

“I don’t know what I want, but I know what I need…”

Is that what is causing all the trouble?

“People say they don’t like pretenses. Isn’t that the biggest one they put on?”

Sorry folks, no story right now. In a tearing hurry and equally tired… Just wanted to get this line out of the system.

Another question I wanted to ask is: Should I shift my blog to something else? I am beginning to hate the pathetic offerings of rediff…

Any comments anyone?

I have never made any lists. I don’t like them. The only lists I make are the ToDo lists for the day. And I make them every two-three days

[:D].
I have been tagged. And it means I have to tag someone. And to think, I believed my childhood was over long back…
So

let’s start with the lists:
People who have tagged me until now:
1. Simple Thoughts
2. Radhika
3. Bricks
4. ???
(Did I miss your name? Please tell me. I am quite a forgetful person…)

7 things to do before I die
1. Live
- I am not kidding, or trying to make an impression here. I just wanna know how…
2. Read everything available.
- I know, I know, stupid wish…
3. Sit alone for a month
- Can’t do that. Ever. Yet, I wish, I could…
4. Show the world the real me.
- No, I won’t reveal my real name here. The real me pertains to the true feelings and thought that remain bottled up while dealing with

the assholes all around me. (Hey, this is a start!!)
5. Find True Love. Or, at least find out whether it exists…
- Would be better if I find it for myself(selfish, selfish…). Or, at least, find it somewhere. Does it exist?
6. Meet all my friends. Including the lost ones.
- Have messed up quite a few times in my life. Hey, life’s not perfect, is it?
7. Finish this list.

- I will add the seventh item when I find it. Promise.

7 things I can do
1. Play the Guitar
- Ok, Ok. So I am not a professional…
2. Speak loquaciously.
- So that I can have very few friends…
3. Listen Intently.
- So that the few that I have, can be the best I can have…
4. Smoke
- Aren’t I glad this is anonymous?? :)
5. Sing
- Well, not as good as Kishor or Rafi. But pleasant enough, I guess…
6. Clear my mind
- Yes. I can do that.
7. Write.
- Hey, don’t laugh. This is supposed to be a list of things (I think) I can do, right?

Note:
(This is probably the only list with seven things. In fact, I had to choose seven – out of the infinite choices available – in the end. I guess, I am Superman, afterall!!)

7 things I say the most…
1. WTF???
- For the uninitiated, it stands for = “What the FUCK???”
2. Oh Shit!!! OR Bull-shit!!!
- Like it says.
3. Yeah, yeah, whatever…
- With a nod and/or a shrug.
4. Arre Dude… (to a guy) & Arre Dear… (to a girl)
- New habit :P
5. Balls 2 U
- Old Habit :P
6. Hmmmm…
- …with the corresponding action accompanying it – arched eyebrows, fist under chin, and a deeply thoughtful look.
7. To be Added.
- No. Really.

7 things I cannot do…
1. Kill all those who tagged me.
- Sad, no?
2. Sleep for less than six hours.
- Need at least six hours of sleep at a stretch… Breaks in sleep will always reset the sleep counter to zero…
3. Stop smoking
- I don’t want to. So, no arguments there.
4. Keep an account of money spent
- Simple funda. If you have got it and if it is required, spend for it. With me, the only problem is discerning what is important and what isn’t…
5. Believe in what I do not see…
- …unless it is backed up by perfect scientific logic…
6. Look down from heights.
- It is the adrenaline rush that prompts me to do treks, but I am shit scared of heights. Actually, I am scared of falling off a cliff. I dream about that often. Never see the end of the dream, though…
7. Finish this list
- with a sensible list item, I must add. Or else, it becomes a paradox, right?

7 people who have to make this list
1. Inane
- Don’t know who he/she is. Don’t know where he/she is. Doesn’t leave a link back ever!! >( So, there… -_-
2. Aariya Shah
- Wonder if she even knows about this…
3. Gemini Girl
- From a Gemini to a Gemini, with laughter.
4. Halt!
- I mean the guy. Looking forward to some poetic seven things…
5. Foolishly Wise
- Writes real sensible. Wish I could do that…
6. Shrikant
- Poor kid, you. New to the world of blogging and look what I have done to you… Suffer you jerk, suffer!!!
7. To be Added
- Space available. Contact for details…

*PHEW*

That is done!!

WTF??? Three f**king hours!!! That’s f**king insane!!! Bull-Shit!!

Well, whatever…