Barra Barra by Rashid Taha

This song featured in the movie Black Hawk Down. I loved the movie and I love this song.

I don't know the language. I don't know the lyrics and I don't freakin care.

Star Shpongled Banner by Shpongle

Forget the video. Just listen.

This song allows me to take a step back and enjoy the chaos that I have come to call as my life.

Are you an idiot ??

How would you react if someone asked you that question ?

I'm double damned sure the answer is never a yes or a no. Normally, people assume that when other people ask this question to them, they are trying to make a point and the question is purely rhetorical. Most of the time other people are trying to make a point. How about the times other than most of the time.

It only seems rhetorical because people assume that other people will have the courtesy not to say such things to your face. It gives gossiping a bad name and we all know that is not good for anyone.

There are times when you know that question is purely rhetorical. Like for example if someone were to ask you, "Are you an idiot ? What the fuck do you think you are doing?". Here it's obvious.

Just imagine if you actually answer the question when it is intended to be a rhetorical. What will happen ?

Someone comes up to you and says, "Are you an idiot?". You, without any trace of hesitance or doubt, reply "Yes. It takes one to know one" and you walk off. What kind of reaction can you expect ?

I don't know and I'm very curious to find out.

Henceforth, I shall answer all rhetorical questions. Even if the question obviously does not warrant an answer, I will ensure it is answered.

If someone were to ask me, "who do you think you are?" the following could be my potential answer.

"I am human. I am male. I am my father's son. I am old enough to know this question does not deserve an answer. I am old enough to also know why I am answering this question. These are things I know and hence they are not what I think and thus they do not answer your question. The real answer to your question is, I think I am not an idiot which implies that I am nothing like you. I think I am more than even I can begin to imagine. I think I am more than anything you can fathom. I know I am a nice guy and I think I am right. I think that I can think, which clearly sets us apart. I think what I think I am has no relevance to you or what you think I am, ultimately rendering this question completely irrelevant. I know why I bothered to answer your question. Do you know why you really asked me that question?"

I am not saying this will be my answer. I am saying it could be. This should be an interesting experiment.

Damn, I have too much time on my hands. Need a hobby or something.

When the day fades and the night beckons ....

He felt restless. He knew it was going to be a long day. He was really not looking forward to that day. He wanted the day to gradually fade into oblivion. He did what he had to do albeit with an unmistakable tinge of reluctance. His movements were laboured. Every move, every step, every thought was the result of phenomenal will power.

He only wanted to close his eyes, lie down, listen to his favourite music and let all the random thoughts in his mind run wild.

In his state of apparent delusion, he watched as the day crept past him. He was desperate to free himself from the mind numbing social niceties. Unfortunately, the irrational craving for the overrated idea of social acceptance super ceded all of his primal instincts and he felt himself drowning in the sea of his own gloomy silence.

The end came.
The sun went down.
The music came on.
The day that would inevitably fade into obscurity ceased to exist.
The night was born.

He was no longer restless. He was free.

He felt alive.

It's the cool thing to do

If you are boy friend and girl friend and if you are walking on the road, then the boy's arm has to be around the girl. Doesnt matter where, hips, shoulders or wherever, just as long as there is visible physical contact.

Why ?? 'Cos it's the cool thing to do. Everybody is doing it. Hollywood and Bollywood is filled with this kind of body language.

Mind you, I'm not saying it's wrong.

What I'm really trying to say is, a boy should put his arm around a girl if he wants to and if the girl doesnt mind or if the girl also wants him to. Not because of, for lack of a better word, peer pressure.

Recently I saw something which triggered this post. I generally hit the beach in the mornings and on my way back home I saw this guy and girl. The guy had his arm around the girls shoulder. But, what I didn't really understand was the Great Wall of sunshine between the two of them. There was no genuine intimacy. Why bother with the arm bit ?? Obviously one or both of them weren't comfortable with what they were doing. But still, there they were.

It's not cool if you are doing something you don't like to do just 'cos someone else thinks it's cool. It's not sophisticated if all that you are doing is imitating someone else.

Sophistication is not in the way you dress or speak or even act. Its in the way you think. You can copy anyone by mostly just watching them, but you can never really carry it off like the person you are copying.

There is nothing cool about trying to be cool. It's just cool if you never do something you don't want to do. It's way too cool if you do something you dont want to do for the right reasons.

What happens when you have a fat behind ??

I'll tell you what happens. Don't for one second be tempted to think this is a rhetorical question.

If your office is on the 9th floor and you need to go way way way down to the 8th floor, you wait for the god damn lift.

I've seen this so many times, it really starts to annoy me. I know you don't pay for the lift in office. I know u don't even have to select the floors, after all you have the operator to do it for you. I know it's absolutely free, in every sense of the word. But still, climbing "down" one flight of stairs won't kill you, you know.

The other day, I was in the lift along with one very business unit head and two senior managers from my office. This bunch of kids, five girls, come along with us. All of us were on the 9th floor. Myself and the senior managers were going to the ground floor. The kids were the last to get in - nothing wrong with that. They were loud - nothing really wrong with that too. They selected 8th floor - technically nothing wrong with that too.

The business head saw them press 8 and he didn't say anything. That's because his face said it all. It's the kind of look that makes you want to peel the skin off of your body. For lack of a better word, it was ugly.

It's not only the employees. The problem is with everyone in the building. From the house keeping staff to the caterers, everyone uses the lift for literally everything.

God damn it, use your legs. It won't kill you if your legs get to feel the weight of your body every once in a while. If not anything else, it'll tell you how fat your behinds gotten.

My latest favourite song

Satellite by BT. Without a shadow of doubt, one of BT's better songs.



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We'd like you to leave immediately.

(next subject...)

We can see the satellite at uh, a distance of about uh, I guess over 15 miles here.

It looked like a star as you looked up.

See here, we have a beautiful view of the earth down below as the satellite departs.

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She smells of the sun
And shes constantly saying
Thats its all right,
Because lies sound so nice.
And like soil to seed goes
To casting my fears aside...

She says, the satellite is coming.
I pray, the wrecking ball is waining
She says, the satellite is coming.
Its come to take us home.

Satellite...

Still smells of the sun
And the light that brings healing
Is burning my eyes
And the dark seems so nice
And Im choking on blessings that I can receive
I hide.

She says, the satellite is coming.
I pray, wrecking ball is waining.
She says, the satellite is coming.
Its come to take us home.
(repeat out)