Scars...

I was sitting at the barber shop today, waiting for my turn on the chair. With little or nothing to do, I started staring at the floor, eager to avoid conversation with some random acquaintances that one is bound to meet having lived in the same locality for more than a decade and a half. It was one of the rare days that I'd actually bothered to venture out in my shorts so a stare directed towards the ground, inevitably drew my attention to my legs. (For mercy's sake, I will spare you the description of my moderately hairy, slightly slender legs...wait...ok, damage done...)
For those who have known me for ages, you know how I have been prone to diving around on the field, sometimes even on tarred basketball courts and occasionally of course, my union with mother earth has been accidental. All these meetings with the ground at our feet, have of course, led to a few abrasions and the like and my knees are pretty much a time map of the misadventures of my past.
But then, I'm not the only one who's had their share of abrasive stories, am I? Yet, of all the people, I seem to wear my scars rather pronounced. The injuries have long healed but somehow, the scars have never gone...no matter how trivial the injury. Which brought me to think, my scars pretty much summarize who I am. I seem to enjoy what I'm doing a lot and don't mind getting hurt in the process but somehow, I seem to hold on to every little memory as a reminder of where I've been, what I've done. Better than getting tattoos to mark your adventures, wouldn't you say?
Then again, this does have it's downsides...after all, some scars should heal without a trace...not good to carry 'em around, is it? I may not be vindictive and I might even forgive easily but I definitely don't forget.... Ah well, win some, lose some!

Far across the distance
Not measured in miles or time
I sit rejoicing in memories
From this inglorious life of mine
The dreams have long been vanquished
And eternal hope lies lost
The past holds all promise
My future bears it's cost
To make sense of what is not
Illusions I conjure
Yet despite my brave attempts
I know nothing for sure
Far away in fires
All aspiration will burn
I stoke them to simmer longer
In their ashes lie lessons I learn
Darkness holds no false promises
I look forward to the night
There wont be any disappointments
And I find peace at twilight
It really doesn't matter
All my joy and strife
The fool that I am
I think I live life

When I'm at Work...

(Sung loosely to the tune of 'When you're gone' by Bryan Adams and Mel C)


(When at work)
I've been wandering around the office all day
Wondering what the hell to do
Yeah, I'm trying to concentrate
But it just spoils my mood
Well, the phone don't ring
'Cos even you're at work
And I'm tired of sitting here alone
Got the PC on
'Cos the boss' keeps buggin
And I wanna take a gun, point n shoot


Baby, I'm at work, and I realise this is wrong
The days go on and on and the hours just seem so long
Even food don't taste that good
Drink ain't doing what it should
Things just feel so wrong
Baby, when I'm at work, yeah


I've been walking up and down these bays
Trying to find somewhere to go
Yeah, I'm lookin' for a cheery face
But there's not one I know
Oh, this is torture, this is pain
It feels like I'm gonna go insane


I hope I'm gonna quit real soon
'Cos I don't know what to do


Baby, I'm at work, and I realise this is wrong
The days go on and on and the hours just seem so long
Even food don't taste that good
Drink ain't doing what it should
Things just feel so wrong
Baby, when at I'm at work, yeah


Hey, don't go to work, don't go
Yeah, quit, resign, go on
Don't go, don't go, well, biki


Oh, baby, when I'm at work (when I'm at work)
I realise this is wrong (so friggin wrong)
The days go on and on
And the hours just seem so long
Even food don't taste that good
Oh, drink ain't doing what it should
Oh, things just feel so wrong (so wrong)
Baby, when I'm at work (at work)
Oh, baby, when I'm at work
Yeah, baby, when I'm at work

I am responsible...

And I thoroughly plead not guilty to all charges accusing me otherwise...I may not be responsible for my actions but I am thoroughly responsible while suffering the consequences!

Bikram's Twisted Dictionary

Devote - To choose to forego all thought processes that would enable the mind to vote on any subject in favour of accepting someone else's thoughts and beliefs!

Hostile - The behavior of the host towards his guests!

If it weren't for money, I'd be living like a millionaire!