The intro music

Why music works ?And sometimes it doesn`t work ? This is my first blog post.I was waiting for something to get downloaded (wink wink 😉 ) and thought of venturing into the world of blogs to pass time .Well,I expect nobody to read my posts (positivity boy ! ) .

So,I feel like introducing myself ( Blogging 101 😀 ). I am an automotive engineer from Bangalore ( just a fancy term for a software engineer ). The main reason I made this wordpress account : it is free :’D .  The secondary reasons include things like “desire to be heard”,”write my thoughts for strangers to read”.

If I can make any one of the readers who accidentally end up here looking for fetish porn  ( wait !!! what ?!? )  laugh ,then my job here is done .Even if you came here for something else and you laugh then again my job is done.

I am very,very new to this Game of Writing. But hey,every master was once a novice ,right ?

I would like to welcome you all to my little world by saying : Hi !

India vs Australia : And me !

What does this match mean to me ? At a superficial level , nothing. Dig a little deeper …still nothing. But I believe that I still will watch the match .

Will I watch the match so that I can speak with my colleagues about the performances? You know , conversations to kill time. And to “bond”.  Or will I watch this because this is a virtual quarter final ?

Is the match really important ? Why would I want to spend 3 to 4 hours of my life on a match  I won`t remember ? Is it because the players are legendary ?(The answer to this is meh…nay !)

I think I will watch the match to get in touch with the 4 year old me who first fell in love with this boring game. But the 4 year old me does not think of this game as boring. Hell , the 4 year old me finds everything fascinating. The sky , parents`s hugs , neighbor`s praises , summer time water problems, sister`s school books  . Everything under the sun is beautiful to him. How I miss him.

The 4 year old soon grew up to be a 8 year old kid. And then 12 and then 23. And now he has lost interest in everything in life.

But I am going to watch the match , say hi to the kid I was. Be him for a night . And recapture the love for life with the curious brain gifted to him .

 

 

 

 

 

I am but a stupid guy !

That title is totally not true !!!

I have been trying to find a purpose in life ( as if I ever will). I am really bad at my day job. Like not really really bad but below my own standards. But I am bad enough to understand that I should do something with my life.

When I made an account in wordpress I made a lousy promise to myself that I would not  write anything personal. Fuck that 🙂

So the job I have was supposed to my dream job. The company is awesome,the culture is awesomer ( there ain`t no word like that BITCH)…but you get the point.But the job I have can get depressing at times. And these are the moments which turns me-an extremely shy guy-into a mindless asshole.

So back to finding a purpose ( meaning I am in my mindless asshole avatar) I realized that we all  can act so insensitive at times.

Gotta go,I will finish this someday 🙂

BUTSp

His and her story : How I view it

She posed for him.
She smiled.She was everything to him.

He met her when he was 5 years old.She 4.
They went to school together,but friends they never were.
He ate fish. She prayed to an idol.
His dad was a cook,Her dad was a tailor .

They fought in middle school,they hated each other.
She dreamed of things which were chalk to his cheddar.

One fine day she moved south of the state,he left the state
Two years later
Couldn`t get a decent score in any exam so ended up 20kilometers
from her

One lonely night,he thought of things to stare at and wonder,
her facebook profile picture looked better
He messaged her and asked her for her number,
poor little soul knew little about this devil,it wasn`t December.

He promised her the world,that little son of a bitch did,
She let her soul sucked whenever he said “Do you remember ?!? ”

He made his bed with the white stuff you get when you wave two fingers,
she was led into the world of childhood wonder,
He was her man,her only one lover,
He had other things on his mind and wanted something meatier

She wanted a friend and man this is where I come in .One year later after knowing her I am writing this post hoping I can forget her.Stop trying to rhyme please !

So, world…I am your stereotype “guy who fell for a girl already in love”. In my defense she promised me the whole world too .

She did this to me. I was a normal “above average dude who`d own the world someday ” ( I have to praise myself 😀 ) . And now I am a lonely blogger whose posts are not gonna be read ever. By the way,if you are reading this,thanks. I can explain how a signal from a highly sophisticated sensor is used to control your car but I can`t explain how it feels to be so lonely.

Peace out.