moving ahead

my life has gone places since the last time i posted.
i can feel the transformation... a transformation that i like.

the Thursday before last i stepped in to a new world.
i realized it when i was walking back home. it was a long walk when it suddenly started raining. i saw people all around me look-out for a shelter, canopy or anything that would keep the rain away...
i decided to walk.... to walk in the middle of the road. thinking about my past, of what i had been and then of the future of what i'd actually be.
walking in a heavy shower in my face, my clothes clung to my flesh. i felt the weight of my sneakers. everything was good. i felt like a child on the first day of his summer vacation.

awaits me is a world full of surprises, adventures, backaches, late nights and pretty faces.

mentioning pretty faces and i forget the new adventures... nah not possible.

so basically this new life talks a lot about new work tools, progression and new faces.

i believe i need this kind of a transformation every few years. keeps me rejuvenated.
its like morphine in coffee.

then its been listening to some great music. after purchasing 2 iPods and now left with none, i desire for another Product Red iPod.

[currently listening to Pehli Nazar - Race]
track changed in the middle of the posting...
[currently listening to IRIS - City of Angels]
connects well...

now about a few things that have been pissing me off.

1. Filipinoes: what the fuck is wrong with these guys? control freaks. why the fuck do they forget that they are just a by-product of the indian outsourcing boom. bloody seconds...

2. Gujjars: i support their movement. when the 'yadavs' can be labeled OBCs why cant they be. and how does it bother me. the reservation %age still remains the same. big fuck?
but guys, get a life. stop the vandalism... i am a frikkin tax-payer. spare me an iron-rod and i'll ram it through your guts the nest time you burn a DTC bus. i love these new DTC babies...

3. Snoop Doggies: get a life folks. you can't snoop into Uncle Snoopy's life without he knowing about it.
the idea is to snoop when Snoopy is not there 'coz Snoopy knows who's fucking around with him. and if some random chic claims to have slept with me or is my current or ex-girlfriend.... too bad. you really gotta buy some dignity. and about chotta supporting actors... eeeeeeeow!!! this is so sick. attention seekers. i am imagining how would it feel being the bridesmaid for the other women for an imaginary wedding. that's degree 3, not even the second fiddle.

4. my friend's lappie is broken. she now needs to take a call on it. best of luck Skeets!!!

5. mother fuckin power cuts!!! experiencing one right NOW...

that's all on the updates.
shall catch up soon.

\m/

~signed~
satan

new shoes...

as Skeeter rightly says "Lazy bum, would get out of the house on a Sat/Sun only if he has to get his car repaired."

it was a Saturday once again and my car wished for a new set of tyres after running a great 48000 Kms. it was a long journey for the rubber pairs, through mud, dirt, rain and pain.
my tyres wheeled themselves to the land of Amritsar many a times, Shimla, Jammu, Pathankot, Dehradun, Jaipur, Rohtang, Manali, Chandigarh, Lucknow and Noida... Noida... Noida (a Zillion times) .

they were never so important to me till the time they were good. i realized their essence only when i was asked to get them replaced. it was an initial shock. like a doctor telling me that i have been tested HIV positive and i keep telling myself that i had always used protection and those few times that i hadn't i was so sure that the girl was too hot to be an HIV carrier.

coming back to vulcanized rubber i decided to look out for the best for my baby.
after a lot of research i finally zeroed the company that makes tyres for my F1 car, the Red Prancing Horse from the House of Ferrari... Bridgestone!!!

After calling up a few Bridgestone Dealers directly and pulling a few social string i zoomed off to the store.
the owner was a sweet rich man who my Dad had befriended a few months ago. after presenting me a great deal with some unusual discounts, he won me all over when he even gifted me an black Arrow Polo worth 800 bucks. the first thing i did was to turn it to each corner to see if it carried a Bridgestone logo/advertisement. no it did not.

i cam back home feeling all bounce and crisp. the feeling that you experience when you wear your new sneakers.

it's a fresh new walk all together.
:)

PS: i recommend Reeta Skeeter's bloggong skills. you should all read her Masterpiece... http://reetaskeeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/delhi-diary.html

*cheeky grin*