Happy new year.

I like wishing people a very happy new year. Because you can wish anyone a happy new year, irrespective of their creed, sex, religion or kite-flying capabilities.

So,

Happy new year everyone.

May this year bring you the change that you've always wanted.

Most importantly, you should concentrate on having a blast on new years. Who knows, 2009 might suck. So, make sure you have a very good party on new year eve. I, for one, am eloping with myself for new years.

Cheers.

Some days...

Some days, there is lots of work to do.

Some days, you are just not in the mood.

Some days, your best friend calls up, and you miss your friends.

Some days, you don't want to call mom and ask for cooking tips.

Some days, you just can't bug the shit out of your friends.

Some days, you are lonely.

Some days, you want to ride the bike, but you can't because of your broken back.

Some days, you miss the guitar.

Some days, you want to fall madly in love, all over again.

Some days, you cry without tears.

Some days, music irritates you.

Some days, you regret some decisions you've made.

Some days, you don't want to play this game of life.

Some days, you're sad that you've given up drinking.

Some days.

Some day.

Some day, I'll be back.

Some day, I'll live this life, my way.

Some day, I'll fall in love, again.

Some day, I'll make my friends smile.

Some day, I'll be a biker again.

Some day, I'll sing and be happy.

Some day, I'll be Saturday night.

Bringing down the house.

Hokay fellas!

I know, I know, it's been a while. There were a lot of ideas, lot of phone calls, lot of lot of things. A certain somebody told me that I am a failure, and I've always failed with one mark. I hope that certain somebody is feeling all smug and nice, now that the place of choice has been granted. Yeah, I sometimes miss Bangalore. It's nice to know that some of you actually follow the blog and let me know when there are no frequent updates. Eric Clapton - Signe - no words. Hang on, my cooker blew the third whistle. Be right back.

OK. Am back. And also managed to lose the train of thought which was, I am sure, brilliant. For those ignorant few of you, I am going to elope with myself for new years. The idea is pretty sad, if you are a woman, but I think its awesome if you are man irrespective of your marital status. You see, I have begun to believe that maybe I am not built for marriage, standing in a line, Altaf Raja, war, beer, cats (domestic), bungee jumping, etc., etc.

I was glued to the TV the whole while. Carnage man. What did they get? I've been to the Taj a couple of times between '97 and '01. I am very attached to places where I had fun, because that's where I met the people who make me what I am. I miss Mumbai. I miss Hyderabad too. Looks like there is a lot of missing going on here. Anyway, terrorists, the next time you are here, make sure you meet me first. Let's see what you will attack then. And a sincere advice to all those who support, help or know these mindless jerks - play ring wrong. You will get your priorities right.

I wrote something about the Mumbai terror attacks there. If you want to read it, you copy it, change the font from webdings to your font of preference, and read. The reason I changed the font is because I realised that its not going to make any difference to anyone out there. I know four people who have lost very dear ones. Its sad.

I also made a couple of friends out here. They are from ages 5 to 8. They cheat in cricket. Big time.