JAWS - I

So I've been killing time at work, trying my hand at BVN challenging new art form. Needless to say, the results are not impressive.

I'd love to upload my creation to be critiqueued by a full 3 people who do not read this blog, but alas this time its the network. Yes, atleast someone is doing his job in my company switching off the upload/download facility from office. Damn!

So I did the next best thing. To read my own blog and feel happy. And since it was not egotistically satisfying, I went a step ahead and did the unthinkable. I did a BVN.

I put my blog through the readability scalpel. Here's what happened...

Muhahahah! I - the LONE reader of this blog am now HAPPY :)

Ok....things are happening at work....let me get back..

PS: Oh yeah, JAWS stands for Jobless At Work Series.....

Happy Deepavali!

The Festival of Lights is here.

May it brighten your life with the colours you want.

In case you are:

1. Away from home

2. With lousy room-mates who order pizza and puke in the balcony

3. At work

4. Keeping 'image' at relative's place

5. Acting all 'I don't celebrate coz people in Iraq are dying'

6. Or watching the cricket match

7. On the internet reading this blog

GET OUT. GET A LIFE. YOU STILL HAVE TWO DAYS.

And while you are at it check out the latest state-of-the-art ammo. Available at your local pandal:

The 8 MM Karan Johar desinged Sivakasi manufactured self-loading lethal PINK handgun. Comes with a standard issue magazine. Custom made for those GAY yet EVIL villains from those 70s Bond movies. Get one. Elevate yourself to Metrosexuality.

If you are the de-glam yet sinister types, you can consider the rather innocuous looking 'LETTER BOMB', addressed to Naragasuran of Hell! Perfect gift for your project manager.

PS: Read the fine-print. Patent Pending. So dontcha try to make a cheap fake

This year's commemorative issue is the Peacock Bomb. Brand ambassador is hold your breath - the Fuhrer!

A neo-Nazi creation this must have been smuggled all the way from Dusseldorf. The Fuhrer must be mighty pleased that Dravidians are finally giving him his due place!

Some day in my life.....

I'm going to wake up to 'This is the End' and listen to it the whole day,
Stop being scared of uncertainity,

Some day in my life I'm going to wake up on a beach alone and see the sunrise,
Not have a job and yet be blase,
Some day...

I'm going to run away from my past,
Forever...

Some day I'll stop wishing for success in my plans,
Some day I'll have no plans...

I'll be free; of who I am
And what I want to be...

Some day I'll have no pain,
Will be content with the whiff of rain....

I'll stop searching for myself
And believing that there is a purpose to life.

Just another day in paradise

Early start. Radio City. Funny email. Light breakfast. NY Times. Instant Messenger. Lunch hour. Short walk. Blog review. Long tea. Chit chat. Bus ride. Cut short. Car crash. Small one. Long walk. Down pour. Chat shop. Pani puri. Walk back. Sweet home. Broad band.

Office tomorrow.

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