R and M.

M: Is there some distraction?
R: *Yes, You.* No M, All good. (Thumbs up and a Rascal’s smile)

M: See, I know you have it in you. But..
R: *Yawn. Not again.* (Thumbs going down, Rascal’s smile fading)

M: It seems you take it a little casually. You have a pretty careless image here.
R: (Eyes wide open, mouth wide open, legs wide open) It’s more of a-carefree-sort, M.

M: And how is that different?
R: *I am not so sure, mine seems soothing to the ears* It is. I do not neglect what I undertake, It’s just that I don’t undertake much.

M: Hmm, To me that’s one and the same thing. You don’t seem to take challenges.
R: *Bah* But of course, I am waiting for the right things to come along.

M: R, greatness thrives in adversity not in a nice hot-bath tub. *Smirk
R: I think otherwise. Remember Archimedes. *Self-congratulation

M: But, you ought to have goals.
R: *Yesterday is History .. Tomorrow is a Mystery .. Today is a gift.*
Yes, M.
You have yours, And I have mine.

M: Ok, so lets discuss and see if they align.
R: That is one great rhyme.

M: *Smirk* You .. You will never learn.

Turns and goes away.

R’s MindSight
M: You… you’re just a big… fat… panda!
R: I’m not a big fat panda. I’m the big fat panda.

Kung-Fu Panda – Lovely movie btw.

Disclaimer: It’s all fictional. Do not try to trace back. Or else .. Eeh Aah, Kung-Fu Punch in your face

I can’t think of a title

Yes, I know its not very original, rather cliched, but I have no idea what I am about to write down. I just feel like pulling up the blanket, switching on the music, dimming the lights and go rambling, free and wild. No, seriously, sometimes and particularly at times like this, I just lay back and think about nothing. Void. Zilch. Empty-headed. Light. Free. Calm as a sea.

No, I am not high on drugs. Dad, you can put the phone down and spare me the lecture on what-are-you-doing-with-your-life stuff. I am not high. Period

And that is when I realize – and by that I mean when I just lay back and think about nothing – after all the get-this-done-in-an-hour jig we pull off every single day, life rolls on at its pace. And you like it or not, life is a hard – mintrox guys put it right after all. Now, before you think I am as nuts as the great khali’s, I shall try to think of something interesting. No, cut that. Please cut that, that is so uncool. But, am I not. Why does everyone try to be cool on the blog writing thoughtful stuff about life, universe and everything, pretending to know all the problems you will never solve, asking questions that don’t strike you, why do we want visitors, comments, readers. Why.

Ok. Now, that is a rhetorical question. I don’t need answers and that is the whole point of this. Yes, I get it. Life is not about answers, its about finding out that there aren’t any. It’s about realizing the futility of breathing-in breathing-out, working-day working-night, and sometimes working-out. Whatever you do, wherever you go, it’s there first, all the time, every-time. Some run-away from it, some run-for it, some run just for the sake of ass-staring, but in the end, as linkin park puts it, it doesn’t even matter – Ok hey, with background music in my mind, it sounded fine, rather superb and so does most of my life.

And before you start pulling your hair out to Sehwag-dom, I sign-off.

On a serious note: I hope this was a one-off post and next time, I can think of better things to write about than .. well whatever this was about.

I Do Not Have Photo-Gene

No offence meant, all photographs are not copyright protected, so go ahead and use my head on salman khan body if you want, though I would seriously doubt your existence if you have a tendency to do that.

Neways,

“Smile, Click”

And it turns out even worse than last time.

I don’t know why I photograph so badly.

Constipated smile …

Ohh.. such a dumb fatass

Foolish Bragger