Tuesday, January 6, 2009

"Everything is possible, if you can't do it then find the cheat code...Everything is imperfect"

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Boy: " I luv u"

Girl: " I luv u 2" (Do I?)

Hot gal enters the room....Boy drools over d hot one.

Boy: " I luv u"(Do I?)

Girl: :-(...( I soo luv him)

No sorry there is something about some men which is irresistible
Theres something about married men....

Saturday, January 3, 2009

As time is passing by, the demarcation between black and white is blurring....i see more of grey everywhere ....

Friday, December 12, 2008

My world - My responsibility

Day Zero: I was watching CNN IBN when they spoke about the gang war at Leopold’s'. Some channels had already started to claim it’s a terrorist attack. WOT!!!!! Gimme a brk I have been living in Mumbai for the past 24 yrs I know how terrorists attack, they don’t have the guts to confront me and my ppl. Switched off the lights and off to bed.

Day One: Holy shit!! It is a war….Like all I was others stuck to d TV for the next three days. Then the entire series of emotional ups and downs. It’s all over the place on media, at office, on the streets and even o my mind.

Day four: The operation is over at all the 3 places. Now the focus shifts to the aftermath and the “to do” for future. But I am sure many would identify with me on this thought. It is difficult to get sleep when u know that there is someone else out there who is fighting for ur life. I have heard and seen videos of Afghanistan and Iraq but never felt so terrible.

Day five: My blood was boiling, went for the march at the gateway- (I don’t know if marches help but it does one thing for sure- Solidarity). Then there were many other marches but the emotion had faded already.

Today: My pledge: I will vote for every election and more importantly make an effort to know not just more but a lot more about who I am voting for.
I will learn some form of self defense.
I will stand up against any form of corruption. It’s the root cause of terror entering countries like ours.
I am My Father