The purpose behind this writing habit is not my habit but this realization that I can express myself without any interruption.
There is this fact file which I want you guys to know:
I am an extrovert person most time of the day.
And I love it.
When I am talking I need people to pay attention.
And, if I get slightest hint that they are not paying attention then I stop with sarcasm. Also I talk a lot about things which are of no importance. So I assume that I talk to bore people around me, so that one day they realize that they bore me with their sheer presence. It sucks to have boring people around and to make the matter worse for them I speak and I speak a lot.
Someone said in some movie about something that “Life is a box full of chocolate”. And I wonder if my life was a box full of ‘what’? Toys, dreams, day-dreams, girls, report cards, cigarette, chicken, I mean whatever it was filled with. It was full of something or the other. Who gives a rat’s ass to that?
Today I was thinking about this city.
Bangalore is not a city. It’s an industry at its best diversification. I see trucks carrying load, loads of people being carried away in cabs, buses, motor bikes etc. everyone is going somewhere. Software people work for other industries, I make clothes for these geeks, and then I earn profit and keep it in a bank running on their software. And those geeks keep their money in that bank too and then I make garments for those bankers too. Everyone is working for everyone, and I am working for everyone, putting their identity on their chest or sleeve or both (I am into customized apparel business).
At times I get great ideas and huge inspiration to write about something and then at the same time something happens, like getting a new work load or some good friend coming up online and I give a sacrifice. I don’t write. Other time I am on my way to somewhere and this chain of event entices my taste bud for writing but I don’t have any tool for that. (Trust me guys I am never going to fall for mobile blogging)
So here my blog is. A collection of rare permutation and combination (add some advance probability to that), when I have this urge, inspiration from nothingness of my life, and a computer, net connection, electricity, free time, free mind, good day at office, nice dinner, few good calls, no alcohol, dark room, silent night, my roommates not watching porn, comfortable chair, Simon and Garfunkel playing some classic rock for me. Almost everything is in favor.
Time to sleep.
Ps:
Today I was so happy in morning, I woke up just like I used to in school time. Eyes shut, preparing myself for the day in a trance, brushing, combing, bathing all in a trance.
There is this fact file which I want you guys to know:
I am an extrovert person most time of the day.
And I love it.
When I am talking I need people to pay attention.
And, if I get slightest hint that they are not paying attention then I stop with sarcasm. Also I talk a lot about things which are of no importance. So I assume that I talk to bore people around me, so that one day they realize that they bore me with their sheer presence. It sucks to have boring people around and to make the matter worse for them I speak and I speak a lot.
Someone said in some movie about something that “Life is a box full of chocolate”. And I wonder if my life was a box full of ‘what’? Toys, dreams, day-dreams, girls, report cards, cigarette, chicken, I mean whatever it was filled with. It was full of something or the other. Who gives a rat’s ass to that?
Today I was thinking about this city.
Bangalore is not a city. It’s an industry at its best diversification. I see trucks carrying load, loads of people being carried away in cabs, buses, motor bikes etc. everyone is going somewhere. Software people work for other industries, I make clothes for these geeks, and then I earn profit and keep it in a bank running on their software. And those geeks keep their money in that bank too and then I make garments for those bankers too. Everyone is working for everyone, and I am working for everyone, putting their identity on their chest or sleeve or both (I am into customized apparel business).
At times I get great ideas and huge inspiration to write about something and then at the same time something happens, like getting a new work load or some good friend coming up online and I give a sacrifice. I don’t write. Other time I am on my way to somewhere and this chain of event entices my taste bud for writing but I don’t have any tool for that. (Trust me guys I am never going to fall for mobile blogging)
So here my blog is. A collection of rare permutation and combination (add some advance probability to that), when I have this urge, inspiration from nothingness of my life, and a computer, net connection, electricity, free time, free mind, good day at office, nice dinner, few good calls, no alcohol, dark room, silent night, my roommates not watching porn, comfortable chair, Simon and Garfunkel playing some classic rock for me. Almost everything is in favor.
Time to sleep.
Ps:
Today I was so happy in morning, I woke up just like I used to in school time. Eyes shut, preparing myself for the day in a trance, brushing, combing, bathing all in a trance.
