Tagged

I always had this motivation problem with me. Whatever I do, I end up getting uninterested about it and soon loose interest. May be a fickle mind but this time its Chandni who is keeping me motivated to write something. This time I got tagged by her. So here I go………

I am thinking about…
Presently I am sitting in Blore railway station and abusing myself once again for a mess. This time it happened that I did not check the train departure time and somehow took it for granted that train is at 8.But hell broke out when I dropped into the station to know that train is at 11. So now scraping n abusing.

I said…
"Didn't do anything wrong this time in Goa"….m honest….guys this time do trust me…but yes..have all the info…wll surely help u all

I want to…
Rest this complete weekend. Coming back from Goa to Chennai needs lot of mental and physical preparation. The body that got used to some finest delicacies of fish n goan cuisines coupled with good wine, night long party, best delights to the eyes..needs some time before it settles down with idli n vada.

I wish…
I was staying in Shillong and was enjoying the laidback life there. Life in last couple of years has changed so drastically. Now, I get up in the morning fight it out with traffic and reach office. By the time I leave it is time for dinner and after having dinner nothing else but sleep. The greenery, music, hangouts, food of Shillong are all lost. I wish I could revert back to that life.

I hear…
All types of music. From contemporary to country. But my personal favs are moribund songs. Somehow I could very well relate to those songs.

I wonder…
We humans are like virus. How being the least fertile species we have encroached the Earth and infesting it.

I regret…
Dnt regret anything. I always look forward.

I am…
Not a very good person. That is best and safe answer.

I dance…
copying steps of bollywood stars. My fav step are hands wide open like SRK, shaking booty like Govinda, hands in pelvis n shaking whole body like Abhishek. But since the advent of Hip Hop life has become easy for people like me. Dnt need to do much just shake.

I sing…
Dont sing much as I have been banned from singing all the heavy metal songs on the excuse of it being too explicit and corrupting the corporate ethics. But someday for someone I wll once sing “Abhi na jao chorke ki dil abhi bhara nahi,Abbhi abbhi to aye ho, Abbhi abbhi chal diye”

I cry…
Nowdays No. Last time cried was in class VIII when I prepared some cheats for cheating in English exam and after the exam forgot to throw the cheats. Next day maid discovered it in my pant pocket and thinking it to be something important gave it to mom. Mom like a typical Indian mom escalated the matter to Dad and like a typical Dad he did what he did best.

I am not always…
that innocent as I look. I have many deadly plans building up inside me.

I make with my hands…
boiled water. I have always been astonished with the immense power of boiled water. It has magical powers of being a savior. In boiled waters if u add eggs it turns out to b boiled egg, if u add with tea leaves it turns out almost as tea, if u add some rice dal n masala it turns out almost edible. To be honest I dnt know cooking. I only know boiling water and it has been savior for me.

I write…
never. Once tried writing an introductory speech for my boss using fountain pen. I realized I was writing after 2 years and with the fountain pen after 10 years. In the end I broke the nib of my boss’s pen and along with it bloated up my desk with ink. But thx god I am not that clumsy with keyboard.

I confuse…
Clients. They have this belief that anything in this world can be automated. Though I agree with them but automation wll come at the coast my sleep and weekends. So the more u can confuse the clients the more you can relegate your work. But to be honest art of creating confusion is also a talent and its not very easy.

I need…
Cellphone so that I can set an alarm, calculate stock market ups n downs, sms people wheneva I get drunk, play mobile games waiting in the queue, n wheneva in heights of boredom can message myself motivational sms.
Net so that I can scrap, blog so that I can read, sites where I can get visual delights, stock quotes and keep connected to some online communities.


Pewww…thanks god …I could complete the tag. Not that easy as I had thought. Now…chance to forward the tag. Here it goes
Kiran
Munmun
Punit
Janani
Anu