Alot can happen over coffee

Early Scribbles

2005-06-22T17:27:00.000+05:30

Was sifting through my childhood yesterday and found these. If you don't like them then please forgive the ramblings of a child.

STARS
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S-Stars look bright
T-Tonight all lit
A-Among the planets, like fireflies
R-Rebel against that bad old moon
S-Shining up there, so high

- Sushil, Age: 8

A SOLITARY CANDLE
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The lights of a thousand lamps,
brighten the streets of Misri.
Crackers burst and dancing girls,
bring Diwali to the city.

Admist the pomp and show,
one house holds silent.
As a family sheds tears of woe,
in memory of a parent.

The mother kisses her husband once,
before he is put to fire.
The son is made ready,
to light his father's pyre.

The daughter of the dead stands far,
from the funeral procession.
And bids loving farewell,
to her most prized possession.

As they carry him away,
amid the lights and laughter.
The little girl weeps
as the celebrations mock her father.

This insult,
is too much for her to handle.
So she follows him, in her hand
A solitary candle.

- Sushil, Age: 12

The Latest Entertainment Breakthrough - BOOK

2005-06-19T08:21:00.000+05:30

Introducing the new Bio-Optic Organized Knowledge device,trade-named - BOOK. BOOK is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology; no wires, no electronic circuits, no batteries,nothing to be connected or switched on. It's so easy to use, even a child can operate it. Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere - even sitting in an armchair by the fire or under an umbrella at the beach - yet it is powerful enough to hold as much information as a CD-R disc.

Here's how it works: BOOK is constructed of sequentially numbered sheets of paper (recyclable), each capable of holding thousands of bits of information. The pages are locked together with a custom-fit device called a binder (or spine) which maintains the sheets in their correct sequence. Opaque Paper Technology (OPT)allows manufacturers to use both sides of each page, thus doubling information density and cutting costs. Experts are divided on the prospects for future increases in information density; for now, BOOKS with more information simply use more pages. However, experiments with different types of Formulaic Optical Nuanced Technology Systems (FONTS) have led to promising results.

Each BOOK sheet is scanned optically, registering information directly into the users brain A flick of the finger takes you to the next sheet. Moving about within the BOOK data file is just as easy. The "browse" feature allows users to move instantly to any sheet, both forward and backward. Many come with an "index" feature, which pinpoints the exact location of any selected material for instant retrieval. BOOK may be taken up at any time and used merely by opening it. BOOK never crashes or requires rebooting, though, like other devices, it can become damaged if coffee or other liquids are spilled on it and it may become unusable if dropped too often onto hard surfaces.

A Manually Accessed Retrieval Knickknack (MARK) allows users to open BOOK to the exact place they left off in a previous session - even if BOOK has been closed. These peripheral devices fit universal design standards; thus a single BOOKMARK can be used in BOOKs by various manufacturers. Conversely, numerous BOOKMARKs can be used in a single book, provided the user desires to save numerous views within the device. Users can also make personal notes next to and within BOOK text entries with optional programming tools such as Portable Erasable Nib Cryptic Intercommunication Language Styli (PENCILS).

Portable, durable, and affordable, BOOK is being hailed as a precursor of a new entertainment and educational wave. BOOK's appeal seems so certain that thousands of content creators have committed to the platform and investors are reportedly flocking to invest. Look for a flood of new titles soon.

Lovers at the beach

2005-04-09T19:53:00.000+05:30

Crystal blue mirrors
Shatter on the shore

Amidst its shards
Sitting in droves

Hidden by the rocks
And above the roar

They coo, they cuddle
Their inhibitions muddle

Blinded by passion
Blind to the world

They huddle together
Like blind men

Groping

In memory of all the desperate, lovesick couples at Scandal Point-Breach Candy, Carter Road, Bandstand and beaches everywhere.

Very Cumbersome!!!

2005-04-02T15:50:00.000+05:30

Dined at this restaurant last night. Lovely ambience. Soft music. Candlelight. Delicious aroma's wafting in from the kitchen. All in all, very appetizing. I wasn't in an exceptionally ravenous mood so decided to order a chicken soup with onion leeks'and a roast beef sandwich.

The soup was just right, a heavenly balance of flavour. Such being the case, i eagerly looked foward to the next course. Arrive ze 'Roast Beef Sandwich'. Ahh!!! A visual masterpiece! Adorned in a bed of lettuce and crowned with exquisitely carved radish, lay my roast beef sandwich. The meat had a delightful hue. The toasted bread - perfect isosceles triangles. With a sigh of contentment i took a bite of the art in my hands.

Augh! Gross! Revolting! (ok, not what i was expecting)

I open my sandwich in search of the culprit and there hidden under my precious roast beef it lies. The insolent cucumber!

I rage, i growl, i swear and i call for the chef. Sheer self-control stops my hand from knocking the poof off his head. From between clenched teeth, I demand a explanation. "Why in the name of God, did you put cucumber in my sandwich?",i ask.

"Cucumber???", he replies innocently. I point viciously at the accused gourd. Realisation dawns on his feature. "Oh! the pickle!", he exclaims.

My jaw drops. I am truly stumped! I look for some confirmation that i am indeed speaking to the chef of this horrendous restaurant. My eyes move down to his lapel which bears the title of master chief! I stare aghast.

Is this a farce, a prank, a jest??? Surely, a master chef would know the difference between a cucumber and a pickle. Being April Fool's, i look waringly around for a hidden camera. But i find none.

"This is a cucumber!", i roar. "No, it's a pickle", says the chef defiantly. "It's only a pickle if you dip it in brine", say I. This pauses the culinary criminal. "Oh", he mutters.

--The last straw.

I pay for the soup and storm out of the establishment.

Currently, I am in the process of contacting the Al-Quaida requesting them to spare me an ICBM. Then i shall subsequently paint it cucumber green and drop it on the restraunt of that ignorant chef.

My war cry: "Pickle this, B*tch!!!"

The Wright Stuff!

2005-03-31T19:45:00.000+05:30

I met a multi-millionaire the other day. I asked him how he made his fortune. He said he designed the little diagrams that tell which way to put batteries in.

I almost had a psychic girlfriend, but she left me before we met.

I changed my headlights the other day. I put in strobe lights instead! Now when I drive at night, it looks like everyone else is standing still ...

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?

If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?

I intend to live forever. So far, so good.

I went to this restaurant last night that was set up like a big buffet in the shape of a Ouija board. You'd think about what kind of food you want, and the table would move across the floor to it.

I'm writing a book. I have the page numbers down...I just have to fill in the rest.

I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.

I spilled spot remover on my dog. He's gone now.

OK, so what's the speed of dark?

Tell a man that there are 400 billion stars and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint and he has to touch it.

The older you get, the more you learn to see what you've been taught to see. When you're a kid, you see what's there.

They say you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. I wanted to know what I had, so I got rid of everything.

When I have a kid, I wanna put him in one of those strollers for twins, then run around the mall looking frantic.

Hermits have no peer pressure.

If a word in the dictionary were misspelled, how would we know?

All those who believe in telekinesis raise my hand.

Why is abbreviation such a long word?

Last time I went to the movies I was thrown out for bringing my own food. My argument was that the movie stand prices are outrageous. Besides, I haven't had a barbecue in a long time.

I bought my brother some gift-wrap for Christmas. I took it to the gift wrap department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.

Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

Last night I played a blank tape at full blast. The mime next door went nuts.

Observations of a mall rat

2005-03-31T18:26:00.000+05:30

Ever stood still in a mall?

If you truly want to feel your presence in the universe, don't bother with yoga, don't waste your time on meditation, just go and stand still in a mall. The realisation is immediate. It might leave you with a sense of insignificance but don't let that trouble you. The people around you don't notice you because they are so caught up with 'being' in a mall.
The only people who do watch you are the mannequins with their faceless stares. They watch as we scurry up and down satisfying our consumerist appetites. They watch while we literally take the clothes of their back. Do they judge us i wonder? Maybe that is why we constantly keep moving. Constantly keep 'being'. Perhaps, we are afraid that if we stand still we will judge others, or worse, be judged.

So that's why they call us human beings. Hmm... :-)

It happened on a Sunday

2005-02-06T19:24:00.000+05:30

Ever felt that in one moment everything has changed. Everything around you. Your way of life. You would be hard pressed when asked what has changed because you really don't know. But you feel it and you know it needs you to change as well. To adapt. To be part of it.

That happened to me today.

Tomorrow should be very interesting.

Follow the Dog

2005-01-09T13:51:00.000+05:30

My best buddy Dogz aka Ameet D'silva is on the beaten path again. After leaving his paw prints all over Europe, Australia and the Middle East. He has now taken it upon himself to roam the length and breadth of India and this time he is maintaining a log or should i say blog.

Check it out for an unusual look at the land of milk and honey. If nothing else it should be worth a laugh...

www.discoveri.blogspot.com

Enjoy!

Game Over

2004-09-04T08:53:00.000+05:30

Here's one that is bound to give Stephen King the chills.

Computer gaming is a trend that is catching on in a big way here in Bangalore. Fan following is high for games like Warcraft, UT and in particular the Half Life MOD - CounterStrike. It was during one CounterStrike game that the lines between virtual reality and reality blurred.

Two players for reasons still unclear got into a heated arguement at one of our local game parlours. After exchanging words a fisticuff commenced. When they were finally pulled apart one of the gamers turns around and stabs the other one in the back with a knife!

Thankfully medical assistance was at hand and the boy's life was saved.

Talk about taking gaming to new levels of realism!

Scribbles on the Coffee Table

2004-08-31T07:25:00.000+05:30

~ May the Bard forgive me.~

Voyeur in a Coffee House

There she sits
Dreaming
breathing very slowly
dreaming very carefully

Her fingertips
Caress
strands of her hair gently
not to break the trance

Her face
Timeless
delicately still
beautifully frozen

Then her lips twitch
Amusingly
and a smile creeps out into the world
the dream is pleasant

Somewhere coffee is spilt
Stupid
she blinks out of her trance
time moves again

She looks around
Conciously
"Has anyone been watching?"
her eyes meet mine.

Is it Love?

Is it love?
If your love grows stronger,
Though roses wilt away.
Your fondest memories
Grow that much fonder,
With every passing day.

True Friends

Life with it's odd twists and bends
Gives to each one true friend
To walk where others will not go
To share in our joy and shoulder woe
It's a pity that we sometimes waste
For friendship is savoured, not in haste
Instead, like a vineyards' finest wine
It should age till proper time
Then only sweet nectar lend
The joy of having a true friend

After four shots of Espresso

Once a fool in love did say:
A Sultans sum i'd happily pay
To have your eyes gaze my way

And i would sell my soul for time
For a moment just to read your mind

All good fortune i would part
To know the feelings of your heart

And all my joy i would gladly lend
For just an hour with you to spend
'Cause i am falling in love again.

Last Barman Poem

2004-08-09T07:32:00.000+05:30

I am the last barman poet
I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make
Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake
The sex on the beach
The schnapps made from peach
The velvet hammer
The alabama slammer.
I make things with juice and froth
The pink squirrel
The 3-toed sloth.
I make drinks so sweat and snazzy
The iced tea
The kamakazi
The orgasm
The death spasm
The Singapore sling
The dingaling.
America you've just been devoted to every flavor I got
But if you want to got loaded
Why don't you just order a shot?
Bar is open.

~ My sincere apologies to coffee drinkers everywhere but i really needed a drink!

From Sushil to Sush - The world's fastest sex change

2004-08-06T08:24:00.000+05:30

I only use 'Sush' around people i am comfortable with.

First coined by my best friends, it is used sparingly since it often gets confused for Sushmita or worse Sushila.

In fact while dabbling in the messy world of online friendships i used to sign-of my mails with the same nickname. I would never have given this practise a second thought if it wasn't for an offline meeting gone amiss. The girl in question believed she was meeting an ol' girl friend of one month for drinks. You can imagine her shock when she saw me. Claiming i was a perverted opportunistic fraud, she swiftly and ruthlessly ended what i thought was blooming into a fruitful friendship.

Two hard learned lessons were learnt pat on that fateful evening:

1. 'Sush' will always be misunderstood for a member of the female species.
2. When a woman asks for your advice on which to wear to dinner with her boyfriend: The pink spagetti strap or the black halter top. She most definitely considers you a woman.
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For all those interested... i chose the pink spagetti strap. :-)

The Brilliant Steven Wright

2004-08-04T08:06:00.000+05:30

I wrote a song, but I can't read music so I don't know what it is. Every once in a while I'll be listening to the radio and I say, "I think I might have written that."

A friend of mine once sent me a post card with a picture of the entire planet Earth taken from space. On the back it said, "Wish you were here."

Every so often, I like to stick my head out the window, look up, and smile for a satellite picture.

Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.

I have the world's largest collection of seashells. I keep it on all the beaches of the world... Perhaps you've seen it.

It's a good thing we have gravity, or else when birds died they'd just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.

I went to the bank and asked to borrow a cup of money. They said, "What for?" I said, "I'm going to buy some sugar."

I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time." So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.

I love to go shopping. I love to freak out salespeople. They ask me if they can help me, and I say, "Have you got anything I'd like?" Then they ask me what size I need, and I say, "Extra medium."

I went into a clothes store the other day and a salesman walked up to me and said, "Can I help you?" and I said "Yeah, do you got anything I like?" He said, "What do you mean do we have anything you like?" I said, "You started this."

I have the oldest typewriter in the world. It types in pencil.

What's another word for Thesaurus?

In my house there's this light switch that doesn't do anything. Every so often I would flick it on and off just to check. Yesterday, I got a call from a woman in Germany. She said, "Cut it out."

I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window. I've been arrested three times for practicing.

I put a new engine in my car, but forgot to take the old one out. Now my car goes 500 miles per hour. The harmonica sounds *amazing*.

I like to pick up hitchhikers. When they get in the car I say, "Put on your seat belt. I want to try something. I saw it once in a cartoon, but I think I can do it."

When I get real bored, I like to drive downtown and get a great parking spot, then sit in my car and count how many people ask me if I'm leaving.

A friend of mine is into Voodoo Acupuncture. You don't have to go. You'll just be walking down the street, and... Ooooohhhhhh, that's much better...

I hate it when my foot falls asleep during the day because that means it's going to be up all night.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happen if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

I bought a dog the other day... I named him Stay. It's fun to call him... "Come here, Stay! Come here, Stay!" He went insane.

I put contact lenses in my dog's eyes. They had little pictures of cats on them. Then I took one out and he ran around in circles.

I made wine out of raisins so I wouldn't have to wait for it to age.

I can levitate birds. No one cares.

I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me five.

I like to fill my tub up with water, then turn the shower on and act like I'm in a submarine that's been hit.

I was watching the Superbowl with my 92 year old grandfather. The team scored a touchdown. They showed the instant replay. He thought they scored another one. I was gonna tell him, but I figured the game *he* was watching was better.

I stayed up all night playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

2004-07-27T09:59:00.000+05:30

Neish with her favourite Cologne

2004-07-27T09:54:00.000+05:30

Nihal, Donna, Neishu and me at Manori beach

KitKat Kubes

2004-07-27T08:29:00.000+05:30

"Refurbish", is at the heart of every new idea these days.

The formula? Simple. Dust of the offending cobwebs, chop it up, add a splash of colour and voila you have something new and novel that will sell billions. We see it right from the ramps of Milan to the remixes of Bollywood.
Not that i mind terribly. I'm not obsessed with the concept of an original idea as say ... Adam Nash.
But once in a while a product comes along that just offends your IQ.

Ta Da Da Da! Ladies and Gentlemen, i give you "KitKat Kubes".

Ok, now we have all been brought up on KitKat's right?

We all know that the only way to open a KitKat bar is by running your thumb down the middle of the foil and then snapping it in half.
"Have a break, have a KitKat" is as famous as M&M's, "Melts in your mouth, not in your hand".
The idea was new, it was novel, it was red! and it heralded the age of wafer chocolates.

And now those same gurus of original thought gives us "KitKat Kubes". A refurbished KitKat? you ask. Literally, i say! Dusted off, chopped up and repacked with "Kubes" stenciled in offending electric blue.
Only an idiot would buy this product.

Seriously, if i wanted KitKat Kubes i would just take a knife and chop up a KitKat bar myself. Why would i go out and buy this horrible blue, over-priced version.

And to add insult to serious injury, "Have lots of little Breaks!" reads their NEW slogan.

ArrggH!!!

What's in my name

2004-07-25T07:54:00.000+05:30

While the name Sushil creates the urge to be self-expressive and dramatic, we emphasize that it limits self-expression and friendly congeniality with a moody disposition. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver, bloodstream, heart, lungs and bronchial area.

The name of Sushil has given you an appreciation for many beautiful and refined aspects of life--music and art, literature, drama--and the outdoors, where you find much peace and relaxation, but it creates a far too sensitive nature. You sense and feel much that you do not understand, and sometimes you are alarmed at your thoughts and wonder about their origin. You rarely experience the tranquility that comes with stability of thinking or emotional control.

The Society of Kabalarians draws on over 70 years of research and experience in providing name analyses.

A Rather Hairy Situation

2004-06-06T11:10:00.000+05:30

The following story is true while the names of places and characters are fictitious. Well almost fictitious.
Narrated by the bartender at ‘Thank Gonzo its Frodo’ (TGIF).

"Hi, my name is Hairy, Sicko Hairy".

It was the same old line I heard him use a hundred times before. This was 101. He didn't know any other. But then his kind never does. Which kind is that you might ask? The 'mid-life-crisis-facing bald fucks who come to bars to get lucky' kind. While they are regulars they aren't really good business. They generally order one beer while puffing on Gold Flake Lights from a Marlboro Red packet.

Sicko was the worst of his kind. He had that slippery sick feel you usually get from the covers of flashy tabloid magazines. Decked up like a flea-market fashion model, he always smelled of cheap cologne and too much aftershave. But what would really strike you are his beady eyes set in their dark-circled sockets. The kind of eyes you get after years of staring at 'lulussexpalace.com' with the lights off. Today those eyes were staring at the cute female with the head band at the other end of the bar while trying not to catch the eye of her hulk-like friend.

And friends they were. You could tell by the innocent affection they shared for each other. Probably very old friends at that. I know them as Peaches & Paroski, 'cause those were the names of their drinks. California Peaches for the lady and a Guyparoski for the gent.
Vodka drinkers. Nice people.

Sicko couldn't take his eyes of her. His friends would have joined him. But they were too busy trying to calculate the best angle to look down the blouse of the foreigner near them with the large bosom.

Sicko deciding to try his luck, signals me not to refill his glass. He slithers over to the other end of the bar surprising the couple.
"Hi, my name is Hairy, Sicko Hairy", he drawls. The guy and girl aren't visibly impressed. Not in the slightest. Sicko's next few questions are general in nature but always directed to Peaches. That wasn't very smart because Paroski is now staring viciously at Sicko's jugular while his hand instinctively searches for a sharp object.

Sicko finally feels Paroski's glare burning a hole in the back of his head. He decides to include him in the conversation by challenging his right to be there. "So where do you work?" he asks. Paroski answers, all the while looking at Peaches for a signal. The way a Doberman waits for a signal from his master to kill.

Sicko clueless to the danger he is in foolishly invites Peaches to the local night club for another cocktail. Only his shallow eyes give away that it is his cock in her tail that he is really interested in. Tired of Sicko hitting on her and noticing the steely glint in Paroski's eyes as he finds a blunt knife, Peaches decides to end this charade.

With all the grace and tact of a lady she snubs Sicko's advances. Paroski provides the coup de grace by suggesting that maybe Peaches, her husband and he should get together with Sicko one evening. He promises a 'smashing' good time. The fact that he is not wanted finally sinks into Sicko's thick skull. Sheepishly, he crawls back under the rock he came out from.

Silent cheers explode from the eavesdropping crowd, which is pretty much, everyone at the bar. Peaches & Paroski smile at each other then call for the check. I bring it to them but refuse a tip. "Seeing Sicko bested is enough of a tip", i wordlessly say. They wish me a good day and take their leave secure in the knowledge that i will remember their order when they return.

Peaches and Paroski. Vodka drinkers. Nice people.

So... how do you spell your name?

2004-06-02T19:05:00.000+05:30

I meet alot of people at work. My job is such. But even when i'm not earning bread, i seem to make new acquaintances quite often. If i look back, i have always been something of a people magnet. Right from my school days. Some say i have a knack for making people feel comfortable, which is why they like to talk to me.

And while the rest of the world might believe that this particular personal trait isn't important enough to deserve its own blog... I beg to differ.

You see, i'm in a fix. When i was younger i would be able to pair a name with a person's face faster than a super computer could say 'blue'. But nowdays, it's become a herculean task. Maybe every human being has a pre-defined memory limit on the amount of visual and verbal information they can store in a lifetime. Maybe that limit is enough for most people, except due to my special trait, i have used up all my space.

Well whatever the cause, it's became clear that this was a problem and a most embarrassing one at that.

People do not take it kindly when you don't remember their names, first or last. In fact, in some cases, they go to the extent of giving you a cold shoulder under the false assumption that you are giving them a cold shoulder.

Which at the end of the day, left me pretty much out in the cold.

I thought for a while that this whole, 'Remember my name' thing was just a fad that would die away eventually. But after a few more embarrassments i decided that a solution had to be found.

And Voila! after great deliberations (scratching my head for 5 mins) i came upon this brilliant idea! I would create a ruse, wherein whipping out my cell phone i would offer to take down their number so that we could further cement the foundations of our friendship. And in doing so, nonchalantly ask them to spell their name so i could store it correctly on the phone.

Ah! the proverbial 2 birds with one stone. I would try it immediately, why suffer further embarrassment. The plan was foolproof!
Except for one fool.

Me.

I mean... how many ways are there to spell Sam?

Sigh! Ciao
Coffeeshopguy

2004-05-30T06:38:00.000+05:30

My first film crew

2004-05-29T20:24:00.000+05:30

Maullu - A very CLOSE friend (Luv that smile)

2004-05-29T20:20:00.000+05:30

HAPPY HOLI ! (From L to R) Sanjeev, Anjana, Manjusha.

2004-05-29T20:10:00.000+05:30

My best friend: Ameet aka Dogz

Jazz Solos and Disco Duets

2004-05-17T09:23:00.000+05:30

It isn't always self apparent. In fact you could be looking directly at it and still not see it. Not unless someone pointed it out or at that very moment you were part of it. Part of the Singles Club. And while you might not be able to spot the singles club at say your local flick shack or wine 'n' dine. You will definitely be able to 'single' it out at a discotheque or a java junction with a live band. That's how i came across it. Those invisible lines demarcated by human behaviour that seperates the couples from the singles at the above two places. And what is really interesting is that one situation is exactly the opposite of the other.

I will explain... Lets us take our band joints first. If you stop to look, you will notice that the singles sit up front closer to the band while the couples sit at the back. The reason being that way at the back the cacophony of the band is reduced to a level at which conversation can actually take place. As for the singles, the louder the band plays the better. The deafening sound numbs out the fact that they are actually alone.
In fact, if you think about it, it's probably from this side of the room that the famous band line, 'Anything, just play it loud,ok?' orginated.

Now in a discotheque the lines get a little blurred because of the sea of people that are stuffed into it like sardines in a can. But if you go on a slow night, you will notice that the Singles Club books its seats at the bar or in small coves far away from the dance floor. Of course, if you are a 'couple person' reading this you probably wouldn't have noticed since you would be too busy trying to cut a rug on the dance floor. But that's what i meant by opposite. In the live band scenario, SC is closer to the action whereas in a discotheque they avoid it.
Now i know there are probably exceptions, there's one for every rule. But if you were to take a consensus of all the band joints and discotheques world over. I'm sure you would get the same result 70% of the time.

Or you could just take my word for it. I happen to be in the know, savvy?

Muah! Ciao
coffeeshopguy

Scribbles> Coffee should be black as hell, strong as death, and as sweet as love.
~ Turkish Proverb

Cold Days

2004-05-14T20:19:00.000+05:30

I'm down with a Flu
Blog back in two
If it's still inside me
Blog back in three

AAAACHOOOOOOO!
Sniff!
coffeeshopguy

Scribbles> Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.

And miles to go before i sleep

2004-05-12T22:01:00.000+05:30

I travelled 100 kms today.
It's the farthest i have ever travelled when i hadn't planned on travelling.
My planned travel usually takes place on holidays when i go to Mumbai, Goa etc.
On non-holidays (and there are many of them) i normally don't travel very far since there is always a need to come back. That need has always been present in my life in many forms.
When i was small, it was logical to come back since i would have been unable to survive by myself. But as i grew independent i noticed that instead of reducing, there were always more reasons to return. Either because i had a family to care for or friends to keep or work to do or an existence to prove.
In fact, i believe, if i travel out of my sphere of existence i.e., the sphere created by all those people who can either (a) prove my existence (my parents, relations & siblings) or (b) know that i exist (acquaintances, friends, lovers & enemies).
I would theoretically cease to exist.
Yes sure i wouldn't die. But i wouldn't be known either. A John Doe if you may. I could introduce myself has Atila the Hun and my old self would cease to exist. I could rechristen myself a new life and a new lifestyle. And what an adventure that would be.
So why don't i do it??
Well i figure it's because the 'big guy in the sky' doesn't allow it. His unwritten rule probably states that you get to be only one person in one lifetime. Which is why he keeps increasing the size of your sphere. Keeps giving you reasons to come back.
So i guess i'll just stick to my planned travel. Which isn't too bad an adventure really. There are still so many places to see and miles to go before i sleep.

Muah! Ciao
coffeeshopguy

Scribbles> I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
~ T.S. Eliot

The middle of the week!

2004-05-12T07:40:00.000+05:30

It's all down hill from here on.
I think i can safely say that wednesday is my favourite day of the week. Especially when i have a sat & sun off.
Interestingly, wednesday derived it's name from Scandinavian Woden (Odin), Chief God of Norse mythology. He was once called the All Father and wednesday was the day set apart for the worship of Odin.
The vikings used to believe that when they die and depart Midgard(earth) they would be reunited with their forefathers and foremothers(their moms vere warriors too!) in Valhalla (Heaven).
And if 13th warrior is to be believed. Here is their prayer. Chant along if you dig it :-)

Lo there do I see my father.
Lo there do I see my mother, my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
Lo they do call me.
They bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla.
Where the brave, may live forever.

Muah! Ciao
coffeeshopguy

Scribbles> "Decaffeinated coffee is kind of like kissing your sister." ~Bob Irwin

A bland day

2004-05-11T21:58:00.000+05:30

Good day. Started slow but caught up after lunch.