Random Ramblings

It has been over 24 hours since a white bandage is adorning the part of my body that lies in the intersection of my chin and the neck. The injury was NOT a major one, but yes, i do have some concerns as I would have to live with this for a fortnight or so. Though it deserved a couple of stitches, but I managed not to get it, with the fear of stitches due to lack of prior experience being one of the reasons coupled with some laziness with me showing to doctor 12 hours later being another. (stiches need to be there within 4-6 hours of injury) Now I have to be extremely careful while laughing and usually I place one of my palms on the bandage to have a laugh. Now smiling is also a sort of muscle challenging task. Also I can do less of talking, which is quite a challenging job. I can now eat very slowly. This was one of the reasons, I could eat less in yeterday's pizza party. The quantity of food intake has reduced to 49.96 % of original (a b - school student estimate, where I am not

The paparazzi seems to goes frenzy over any thing pertaining to the rich and the famous, and more so if they happen to be a cinema star. Just the other day I was browsing through a website which described Brad Pitt and Anjelina Jolie’s Indian trip. They even had the detailed description of their local train journey in Mumbai and Pune trip. Now I know that they had an auto-rickshaw ride in Pune They visited the Gateway of India Anjelina had a local train ride (in second class compartment) from Charni Road to Churchgate. And she was wearing a T- shirt and a cargo pant. And she even brought train tickets (now beat that!). She bought some peanuts and mentos at Marine lines station. This is one of the sample news items, but such type of news galore like an actor planning to quit smoking since years, or someone having an hour of daily workout, or the diet of an actress and blah blah. Just take the example of the times of India and with all the kind of chatpata, masa

I landed in some sophisticated place amidst the all-knowing studs. I couldn’t understand the technicalities of F-1 race I couldn’t understand the soccer terminology I couldn’t stand the cacophonic parties I couldn’t get a word of any English song. I couldn’t see any of booze or smoke around I hardly talked to girls. My language knew no slang or swears words. I believed in early to bed and early to rise funda. But it all wasn’t that cool. My weekend evenings were spent in front of a TV trying to understand who the hell Schumacher and Mr Alosno and Mr. Ferrari were. I woke up late in the nights to see the soccer world cup and all the club matches, trying to decipher why there are 22 crazy people running after a ball, kicking it and others. I did night outs chatting and loafing and playing computer games I tried to dance to indecipherable cacophony. I listened to western rock day in and out, with its lyrics googled and trying to phathom it. I often got drunk with some weirdly distasteful