Farewell

Said my final goodbye today. Couldn't bring myself to turn around for a last look. Forced myself to walk away.

Hurts.

This one's got nice lyrics

Set The Fire to The Third Bar by Snow Patrol



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Lyrics:

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

What's a grand worth ?

One thousand Rupees.

I can remember a time when that much money would make me feel richer than Bill Gates. Fast forward to today and it makes me feel like I am not as rich as I used to be a month ago.

One thousand bucks has really started to lose it's significance. Hurting, I tell you. I'll tell you why this has, all of a sudden, gained relevance.

I drive this nice car. It's a car which is constantly underestimated by a lot of people. It's deceptively fast. It's in fact so fast that it took a You Tube video for me to realise how fast I can actually go in my car. Now, coming to the most important and relevant part, my car runs on petrol. And in keeping with my unnecessarily flamboyant lifestyle, it runs much much much better on Xtra Premium Petrol (with Friction Busters) as opposed to the normal Petrol. Of course, I have regularly started using Xtra Premium Petrol. This shit, of course, costs more.

Today, I topped my car off at the petrol station. I blew off Rs.2,500/- and gained 47.35 litres of Xtra Premium Petrol @ Rs.52.81 per litre. That works out to a shade under 19 litres of Xtra Premium Petrol for Rs.1,000/-

1,000/- bucks used to mean, I was good for an entire month. It used to mean 20 movies. It used to mean a b'day treat for 15 people. It used to mean I was the lender and not the borrower. It used to mean, I was drowning in surplus.

Today, 1,000/- bucks means, my car will run for a week. Perhaps, a day or two more than a week, depending on traffic conditions, availability of alternate means of transport and my constantly changing moods.

1,000/- bucks makes me feel like I need a lot more 1,000's to last the month. It makes me feel normal. It makes me feel, well nothing extraordinary.

Realising the Time Value of Money has just one effect - Pain.

Let me say this, Ignorance is truly bliss.

Questions

What is it about asking questions which are never meant to be answered ?

One would tend to assume that they serve no real purpose, but if that was the case, then one would be completely wrong. I can't quite put my finger on the beauty of these questions. Lets check this one out.

"Which is worse, shopping for women or shopping with women?"

I guess shopping for women with women would particularly suck but I also guess one can make a case for either of the two options.

As I like to say, the answer is only important when asked the right question. When silence is the answer, you know you have hit on one hell of a good question.

So, keep coming up with questions. Questions are the sign of progressive thinking. Bad questions just mean that the direction of your progression is a little off, but not meaningless.

For all those readers who feel like this post is a complete load of crap, I only have the say that the feeling is mutual.

Cheerio.

About me

I really don't know why people keep this section on blogs. My faith in the human race does not lead me to believe a word of what I see in this section, unless it is something so blatantly boring that it has to be the truth. Something like this.

"My name is XYZ. I am 5 feet and 10 inches tall with brown eyes and a great patch of hair. I studied in Guduvanchery Engg College, I.T dept and currently working for Mannar and Company. I have been to the United States of America three times in the past five years for onsite project. I like it there. It is nice. My hobbies are listening to music, watching movies, playing cricket and making jokes about Silambarasan and his excuse for a father. I am looking for a nice girl to marry. She should be tall, fair, beautiful, not so smart, but working and making lots of money, but not more than me. If anybody knows girl like this or any girl interested, I can be reached at loose_paiyan@kirukku.com or you can reach me on orkut by searching for loose paiyan. I checked, there is only one profile with that name - Ha Ha Ha."

I mean seriously, come on. The more sympathetic characters would term that as innocence and probably be impressed by it, but any way I cut it, I cant seem to call it anything other than stupidity.

The other way you go about this is by being the witty smart ass. Now, this is a problem too you know. Everybody thinks they are witty and smart. Lets say, something like this.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out."

All I have to say to that is, Fuck You.

Me, of course I have this section filled in too on this blog. Currently it reads, "If you think love is the work of God then genius is the work of the Devil"

If you realise, that says a lot about me without actually saying anything at all.

I am going to change it now. So, check out the new "About me". The point is not what I put in there, but what you make of it.

What do you make of it ?

Yes Teacher

That's how I used to answer my attendance when I was in school. During the course of my schooling it did vary between Yes Ma'am and Yes Sir, depending on the particular teacher. It would be weird if I called everybody Sir or Ma'am. The bottom line is, that's how I used to answer my roll call.

I realise it's been a while since I posted anything up here. I have had the time. Lots of it actually. I even vaguely remember a few topics I wanted to post about. Can't seem to recall exactly what they were right now. But somehow, it never happened.

Anyway, I am here now. Not to post anything, just to mark my attendance.

I'm not dead ... yet.

So much to do ...

Over the past week or ten days, I've been watching a whole lot of movies. Don't exactly know why but just felt like watching movies.

Apocalypse Now
Twelve Monkeys
Blade Runner
Snatch
Lock Stock and two Smoking Barrels
Seven Samurai
Kill Bill 1
Kill Bill 2
Bank Job
Pulp Fiction
Sin City
X-Men 3
Dog Day Afternoon
Lethal Weapon 1

I didn't watch it in that specific order and I know I'm forgetting something, but what the hell. Of course, I have seen most of the movies in that list at least more than once, but like I said - what the hell.

Planning to watch more today. I was thinking of Anjaathey for today and maybe Scar Face or I think I'll go for the Godfather marathon.

So many movies, so little time.