Crush.... Crushes???

"Why do I fall in love with every girl who shows me the least bit of attention?"

Kudos to Charlie Khaufman & Michael Gondry for coming up with ESOTSM and, in particular, this piquant yet piercing quote.

Spooky......

Completely took me by surprise, Though I must admit I do not entirely agree with what it is trying to convey.......

P.S : 'Twas a long time back.

Job Life

--Job Life gives you (almost) zero time to blog.
--Mornings on the job are most productive. After lunch, drowsiness takes over. (The sumptuous free lunch at office is to blame.)
--Flexi Timings are a boon. Sleep till 9:30 am and reach the office at 10:30.am. You are still in 30 mins before your boss. ;)
--Lunch at 1:30 pm daily. Now look at the previous two statements and decide for yourself.
--Job Life isn't totally disconnected from College life.
a) The college lingo stays. You get to hear 'seriously', 'obviously', 'actually' and the ilk very very frequently.
b) People still need just the slightest excuse to demand (and take) treats and parties.
c) Sex Ratio is as skewed as it is at IIT's.
--Job Motto : Work Hard, Party Harder.
--You cannot chat that frequently with friends. But you itch to do so.
--Job gives you a reason to talk to just people you want to. If you don't feel like, you can always tell them you are busy.
--Company's laptop has a zillion apps running on it at the same time - Secure Vaults, Backup Softies, Encryptors... What not!!! Damn irritating....
--The worst part about it are the Hazaar passwords.
--Listening to songs on the job is a great way to relax.
a) Your boss will think twice before he disturbs you.
b) You get to make people believe you are actually seriously working.
--It's hard to make friends in your team. It's everybody for him/herself.
--You ought to smile/laugh for some dumb (Dumb as Dumb can get) jokes. Must be careful not to hurt anybody's feelings. Mind you, It's real Hard.
--Etiquette, Decorum, Team Ethics..... Aaahhh!!! So many formalities. Well at least I get to dress up informal.
--8.5 (8 + .5 for lunch) hours of Office daily. 8 hours of Sleep. That's my Weekday.
--5 days of office. 2 days of Rest/Lazing around at home. Week goes by pretty fast. Weekend moves even faster. Life's picked up a great deal of pace, it feels. It's quite nice working and earning and being self sufficient.
--Am I satisfied??? For now, YES. But I got to study further and the plans need to be made and executed. Wish me Luck........

Guy Songs

I'd presumed that lovey-dovey heartbreak songs were always meant to be feminine. Not that I don't expect heartbreak in the male dominion, just that I don't expect them to make their feelings public -- some sort of chivalry one could say.

But then chanced upon these two lovely songs that entirely quashed my theory. Pure Macho, Mannish Heartbreak. Is there any chance the heartbreak and the emotions are actually genuine???

I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away

P.S: I'm a hopeless romantic... Duh!!!

Never love anyone so much as to give them the power to hurt you.
--
Some filmy Quote

P.S : When will people ever learn???

The Best Gift -- Ever !!! :)

When the night is so cold,
and you are finding things hard,
When you feel you are nothing,
another body to discard,
When you are feeling empty,
and inside you are numb,
When memories haunt you,
and you regret things you've done.
Just remember the faith,
that I will always have in you,
Remember the strength of your soul,
that you use to get through,
Remember I am here forever,
to help you through that night,
The one that feels never- ending,
the one that fills you with fright,
Remember my hand holding yours,
and the pureness in your heart,
I will be here until the end,
even if i was not here at the start.
I'll always be there at heart...!!

P.S : Something I received for my last Birthday. Just thought I'd share it -- before it fades into oblivion.

The Holy Town and my Bizarre Wish

Tirupati was one enlightening and exhilarating trip – For two reasons.

• One, Mom and Me got ample mother-son time, talking about minutiae – something we haven’t had a chance to do in a long, long time. (Yeah, she got hold of all my new girlfriends and imaginary ones at that).
  
• Two, I had a chance to rest after the hectic BTP time – tortuous to say the least.

I do not know what it is about the temple town that keeps bringing me back , but I for sure know that I will keep coming back. Tirumala, the temple town, has its own old world charm – the constructions and facilties are amongst the most modern available – but there is that radiance in the place and devotion in the air, a rarity in the modern world. For once you feel transported to a different land where the path to Nirvana replaces El Dorado for countless sinners turned devotees.

Most of the people who know me tend to mostly believe that I am an atheist. Well, this must serve to clear the airs, I am no atheist. I do pray when I have an exam or when I am mired in troubles (Just like the vast majority out there :P ).

I walked all the way to the top (from Alipiri to Tirumala), must have been around 10 kms. The ascent started with a series of steep steps for about 3kms (89.5 degrees steep it felt). Anyways, when I look back and see, I just find no reason why I walked. Was I trying to see if I was fit? Did I want to try and immerse myself in God for sometime and try experiencing his pull? I seriously don’t know. Did I ask God for a favour in making the climb??? Hell, No. If only I had. Anyways, I made interesting observations as I made the climb. You should try it once.

I have been to this place umpteen times. The mad rush just seems to keep growing year after year. You hardly get to see the Deity in the heart of the temple for 5 seconds. Yet in the mere 5 seconds of my presence in the Sanctum Sanctorum, the absolute radiance, and the spiritual high is something I always look forward to. And in those 5 seconds a small prayer indefinitely escapes my lip – thanking the Lord for what I am and asking him for a small favour each time. This is my yearly ritual with the Lord, but this time I asked him for one of the most bizarre wishes – I hope he isn’t stunned by the wackiness of my ask. Well, about the wish, I’d make it public if it is delivered, or else it’ll be our little secret.