Kicking and Screaming

Football fever is high as it happens every 4 years. While I normally do not mind these sporting fests, in fact I am known to occasionally raise a beer to two to toast some victory; there is something about this mania, that well sorts of, make me feel something very akin to what I feel when a mosquito persistently buzzes overhead during my sleep.
It not that I hate competitive spirit, far from it. In fact I really love it when the cameras chuck those suicidal guys in the middle and swings to the crowds. It is that motley and colorful crowd that for me symbolizes the ideals of a sporting life. The real Samba is not in the middle of the field, it is in the stands my dear.
Back at work, its 6:30, a time when co-workers swarm over comps like bees over a bouquet. But come this football jamboorie and its more like sorority meeting which knows that I am coming looking for dates. No body in sight. Luckily I aint managing any projects now, but my heart goes out for those valient leads trying to deliver stuff in these trying times.
Ah well, I'd love to talk more but there is match in an hr or so.
BTW any takers for my wager it'll be England kissing the trophie this year?
ciao

How do you dream?

There is this interesting thing that happens to me sometimes while dreaming. I have a dream, and in that dream, I am aware that it is a dream that I am having. Some psychologist I once bumped into on net, told me that yes it happens and the subjects are quite in demand for studies.
Then I lost in touch and no idea who it was. Hey dear pschyo, if you are reading this, leave your contact behind and we may chat.
So how many of you have such dreams?
Recently, in fact 2 days ago I had this phenomenally interesting dream, where I, along with a friend, are victims of a crime.
The ending was superb, just like a Hollywood movie, gearing up the viewers for a sequel. I woke up and thought I'll write it down, but it was 6am and as you know, the rich and famous cannot be up at 6 for love or for money, so I went back to sleep. Once I woke up, I had, as usual, lost most of it, though the basic idea is still there.
Lets see if do dream up the sequel too. if I wake after the sequel at 6, well can always call some friend up and record the story :).
adieu

Mangalore Yoha

Breaking news is that the Mangalore trip didn't materialize, atleast not yet. So I am enjoying the lovely Pune weather for the time being.
It has started raining, and that does something to me- things like an urge to have tea sitting in the window while the amazing Indian monsoon does its wonder to scenary around; urge to invite friends over and chat of inconsequential things.
Well life is short and sweet and happening.

Mangalore Ahoy

Now the big oppurtunity- a project in Mangalore. Always had plans to bike thru Konkan coast, so when this project came up, I thought yes, lets do it.
From what I heard its a sleepy town. What I say is that if you have pristine beaches and lots of rich colleges nearby, you are in heaven.
So if you know anyone who is willing to let a furnished house for 6 months, if on beach even a shack may do, buzz me.
Rest, watch out for an Enfield burning rubber.

Post lunch musings

There is a lot to thank civilization for. A few thousand years ago, this time of the year, a tummy growl would mean changing into a loincloth (why at all, is a diff q), grab the spears, gather those mates, beat the drums and start chasing the deers.
Occasionally, some fat cat would decide to join in the revelries and that would really spice up the hunt.
Once some bipedal was skewered a horn sounded would signal the return.
Trip back home was fun, what with all those doe eyed loves welcoming the remaining folks coming back from the jungle with a smoking fire and hullahoo dance.
Now its just a walk to the counter and stand in queue; slay the few
specimens who think the queues are there to applaud their taking time off to come to the counter; pay for a gourmet order; grab some indistinguishable slop and guzzle it down.
We've come a long way baby

Welcome

After years of sloth, I finally crawled out of anonymity and created this blog. Now comes the tough part, capturing the musings of an active confused (or shd this be actively confusing???) mind.
As the wise folks of yore have advised, do one thing at a time, I think its best to leave the posts to some other day.
I'll be back