Edit in the Brain - III

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Ctrl + Z

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Edit in the Brain - II

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An absolute U turn.

Now I need to fix up a career.

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hmmm.
I might be teased for this for ever.

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Edit in the brain - I

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Recent Edit in the Brain:

Interests:
Dirving at high speed Driving at a very slow pace.

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I will never understand WHY

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~ They always honk best when the red light is on ~
~ Some wear tight jeans when they work out at gym ~
~ They always wait the road to get repaired to dig it up again ~
~ They have to talk this loud on the mobile phone ~
~ Mr shanker is still on the coconut tree ~ (Courtsey this nutcase)
~ I shaved my head ~ (A week after I bought a hair dryer, expensive shampoo, hair conditioner, hair oil, Combs of different shapes, Head Band (Not Hair band, idiota!), Hair gel etc.)
~ I am writing this ~
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Empty white space.

• Staring doesnt Help.
• I have to think if I have to write.

The ICE problem - II

(Click on PIC to enlarge)

The ICE problem - I

That statement that made me think

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A.B.A.P to A.S.A.P.

(As big as possible to as small as possible)
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A.F.A.P.

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I need my hair back.
AFAP*.

(*As fast as possible)
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Hmmm

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The long and winding road.
Hmm...
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Helping others doesnt help.
I have started stopping it.
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Once in a while deperation.

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I desperately need the power to forget.
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Talking to the mirror

"All the things you do
Come back to you"

All the bad things you do
Come back to you

Some of the good things,
might.
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(if you are lucky)

That red coloured feeling I used to hate.

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I threw it down the alley
When i thought it was useless

I threw it down hard
that it broke into pieces

I threw it down hard
A long long time ago

I threw it away fast
My hands were all full

Now that my hands are all empty
I need a full heart

I am looking back down
Now time has flown away

I am creeping down the alley
to get them broken pieces

I got no piece
The alley has been cleaned

Now I need it bad
But i have thrown it all away
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Getting them answers.

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Yes, I am getting old.
Do i need a makeover?

Yes, the days are getting short.
Do I need a change of work?

Yes, the knots are getting broken
Do I need an relation - guru?

Yes, my belly is getting bigger
Do i need a work out regime?

Yes, my tongue loves to shell a lie
Do i need a moral instructor?

Yes, the alcohol is still my soulmate
Do i need a rehab?

Yes, my vision is filled with pessimism
Do i have to be an optimist?

Yes I have a bad bank statement
Do i need a consultant?

The woman who had a makeover.
The friend who changed the job.
A man whos been to the doctor.
The man who has a six pack.
The vicar at the church.
The perfect teetotaler.
The optimist man.
The man with a 7 figure account.

I met them all.

And my questions remained
answered.

Non - drunken musings - II

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The happiness of not sharing
and enjoying it

is better than the happiness
in sharing
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Drunken musings - II

Non - drunken musings - I

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Feels like quitting on my blog again.
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At least until i restart again
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At least until i feel sane again
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At least until i log in again
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At least till i wish again
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At least till i know what i am writing
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The other side

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The summer rain gives occasional surprises for sure. It was another cold evening, and unlike the usual routine, i was sharing a table with three of my colleagues. The roof top restaurant/bar was fine, but lacked good service. But it gave a clean, nice view of the national highway down, which i cross at least six to seven times a day. My thoughts dissolved into the work to be completed, and the food and the beverages that are yet to come.

There was this loud, sudden thud, minus the screech of tyres that accompany it, probably due to the rain and the wet road. The highway below was notorious for its accidents and hit and run incidents. As I jumped into the view, I was expecting to see another car, bashed into the bottom of another car, which was business as usual.

But there was this man, in his late twenties, hit, thrown into the road. I hoped to see a bit of life, a cry, at least a bit of movement of his limbs, but all i could see was the motionless body. The windshield was crushed, the face sunk in blood. I saw the driver coming out, people rushing in, and the body being rushed to the hospital, in the same car.

I dont know if he is alive, but if he is not, I just saw a life being taken away. Death comes in at the most unexpected time, may be, thats one good thing about it (for the person who dies)

What I saw did make me restless. Not that I am seeing an accident for the first time. In fact, I have thrown a bike rider into air with my car. I have seen blood, have seen live accidents a lot. Have seen people suffering, at my visit to the Medical college.

But, this one was different. It was not the fact that "this person could be dead" that affected me. Its just that, I , could be in his shoes, of the victim, as well as the car drivers. it could have been me crossing the highway. It could have been me driving the car. It could be me, who spends the rest of my life paralyzed.

Its just the understanding, that the other side of life could be death. Though I always wanted the other side, I know things could be different on the other side.

Yes, the grass seems to be greener only from the other side. And mirages do recur in my vision.

But why is it that I know it, and still..

Its better on the other side?

Shadows

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Sometimes, its your own shadow that scares you the most.
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