Back Off

The little sissy wimp who left a comment on my blog a day back (there are some nice profanities clamouring in my head and i will let them be). Have you considered shock therapy ? I have heard it can do wonders for a timid, dormant, putrid brain of yours. Oh ya tell them to notch it up real high. The best thing you ever did for every one around you. Come on you can do this much for me, or lets meet in person and i will take care of this miserable life of yours :)

What a day

Of late, past few weeks, I had come to the conclusion that i had lost interest in exploring this country. Then i change hotel in the middle of the afternoon. Then i decide to go out. Then i decide i will not skip the trip to New York two weeks from now. Then i go for a movie. Then i start returning to my old self(enjoying being alone and floating and have no one to answer to). Float around in a coffee shop. Watch a movie. Hang out at the hotel bar hoping to scrounge some dinner. Meet this lady, bless her, she was 66 but man was she raring to go. She was Marilyn from Ohio and that was the nicest and most optimism inducing conversation i had in the last 2 months or ever in my life.

Seriously its weird how people open up at bars. I had always heard, read and seen(on TV) it. But, this was something. We talked of thing which were foremost in our heads but we would not mention to friends for numerous reasons, and here all reasons disappear. And it just flows so easy and no awkwardness afterwards. For instance the barman in one breath mentioned how the day he was going to propose to the girl he wanted to marry she broke up with him. I still think its incredible that he told that to us strangers, but i guess either thats how it works or he just gets kicks out of cooking up random mood or audience-suited anecdotes.

But that gives me hope that people in this country can chat their mundane lives off too. Maybe they do it more in bars, or places where strangers are supposed to be addressed and talked to. You know makes sense in this structured and organised country. A place for everything. A place for talking about things which bother you.

Windy

Its windy outside. Nice windy, though it became tough to walk. The wind wasnt cold that made the walk likeable. The wind has turned the view of the strip from my window dusty as well.

Good Quarter I Say

I got a mail from a long lost, well not so long lost friend. a nice long mail. I love those. Saying i hadnt blogged in a long time. Well if it brings wayward and lazy friends back to mailing me and poking me to see if i am alive, then i guess it is a good thing.

The reason i didnt blog: This has been a good quarter, goood. Note: Just one extra 'O'. I have said enough, it can get jinxed. The moment i make an open statement it has always been jinxed. So i rather stop here, so that even if it is jinxed it doesnt happen to every tiny detail. Technically the quarter has one more day and 33 minutes to go. Oh God.

So i will be back when i have to whine or make statements :).

So long buddy.