One of those days when you think too much!!

I've heard all through my almost 25 years of existence that patience is a virtue... Right from my parents to the best of my friends have told me this.. I'm freaking impatient... But I've come to notice something... Lately, everyone and I mean EVERYONE, seems so freaking impatient.. Since I am still doing nothing at all (isnt that the most amazing thing ever ;)) I get a lot of time to observe the things around me... and you get to see it on the roads... in the way people talk.. the way they behave... I dont know about anywhere else, but atleast in Delhi, people have become so freaking impatient and intolerant... The most obvious place to see this is on the road.. Now trust me, Delhi roads were never a model of patient driving ever... But the languid pace at which Delhi used to move has been shifted up a notch or five....

I was reading India Today and the latest cover story talks about how India as a nation is sleeping less by the minute... On an average 64% of Indians do with 6 or less hours of sleep... And these are people who dont suffer from any sleeping disorders... and here I thought, I was one of the few people who just cudnt sleep... Talking about which, my sleep pattern has changed.. I dont stay up too late anymore.. max till around 3... but I get up at the most unearthly hours ever... oh well..

Havent heard any good music in a loooooooooooooooong while.. Except probably some hindi and punjabi... Its a shame that we hardly get any good English music over here... either on radio or tv.. There's this one thing that I really want to do.. thats to start an all English radio station.. And play the best music ever over there... The way I see it, there have to be people like me who'd prefer to listen to GnR, Nirvana, U2, REM etc, more than they'd like to listen to the latest remix/item number crap...

I'm cutting down on my smoking... bigtime.. my frnd N sends me a msg twice a day... 'quit smoking'... poor guy.. hez really concerned about my lungs... but as i told him.. I've lived in Delhi for 20 years... my lungs wud be black with all the pollution already :)...

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I dont know why people dont realize... sometimes you just have to do things in order to let things go... I've burned stuff... dumped stuff out of a bus... tore things up... just returned stuff... and I'm a lot happier...

I'm dying to go out and get drunk... I will.. soon... :)

The vikings have made some good changes during the offseason and I think their draft choices were good too... hope the coming season wud be good for us.. I'd die to see the vikes in the superbowl... who knows... Maybe the defense can get hot this season and I'm sure Culpepper is gonna be good for another 3-4 years.... Vikes fans, keep your fingers crossed...

I'm just dishing out random stuff as it comes to my mind... I really want to blog more often but I havent gotten around to getting broadband and dialup is just way too fucked up... neways.. I think I have drivelled enuf... I'm in a Pink Floyd mood tonight... peace out people...

my lyrics for today:

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can’t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There’ll be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working. good.
That’ll keep you going for the show.
Come on it’s time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re sayin’.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

Pink Floyd : Comfortably Numb