Chapman's Syndrome Personified

Stuck with the days that beam so bright
And the somber nights without light

Where do you wanna go?? I don't know...
What do you wanna see?? a flake of snow...

           Insanity and I are becoming insuperably inseperable. The faster the days roll by the quicker and stronger that we entwine. Entangle our diverse souls as one stupendous marvel that emanates the worst of wisdom and yet deep down makes me feel at ease with the fact that I am one happy fool( yes that I am..).... Well if you are already bored to death with this intro, please feel free to continue reading as the reast of the post has nothing to do with wahtever my mangled thoughts let you assume this post was about....

           Bangalore has been treating me with utmost care that my mental dictionary has revamped it's definition of food as that one grain that tastes the best only when eaten from your own plate at home under mom's watchful loving eyes and a hand that is ever ready to fetch water and tap you on the head incase you choke. Bangalore stands to prove to the world that it paid the weeniest of attention when somebody said  "Don't judge a book by it's cover" . And the cove here is usually so meager that yes, it doesn't really matter when you judge it with or without the cover...;-) ;-). (Most books are awesome...;-) ). Bangalore marched right into my neural systems and messed up my taste to food association table. Wake me up in the middle of the night and quiz me if there are sweets or desserts that I hate.. I  would go thus.."badusha, sambhar, mysore pa,.... ....". Bangalore strictly adheres to "early to bed and late to rise" policy and if you are that unfortunate nocturnal Bangalore dweller, then to hell with you says Bangalore to you.  Bangalore boasts a huge fleet of autos that always makes its appearance to you in the ost appropirate of situations and the rate of loss of money from your purse is proportional to that rate of such appearances.And somehow it really doesn;t matter where you want to go , it actually matters where the auto baiya wants to go. Bangalore is the one place in India where you can proudly claim to be a resident of Whitefields, Brookefileds, Embassy Golf  Links, Crystal Down, Silicon Valley, Silver Oaks. Bangalore wraps up the Indian Culture over fundamental biology and strives(tries) to mask the ostentive drip in the Indian mindset that it craves to be proud about . The minute you walk into a clinic with an ailing 23 year old complaining of a nasal infection the doctor trumpets his diagnosis " You are not married, so , obviously you are not pregnant"... (dude!!! come on!!!).....

P.S. On a totally different note, the title of this post has nothing to do with the rest of the post. I absolutely have no clue about the title myself. :P

'Watch' what you say!!!!

    Time and tide waits for none.. The trendy time telling machine that you see in the shop obeys the same pattern. And that's why you need to be quick at seizing the opportunity to make it yours. And any homo sapien in the best of his senses would do that and I am no exception to the reality that this rule is.
    My sanity fails to interpret that one question that my fellow mates have been piloting towards me the past few weeks... "Aishu??? New watch?? Oh! My God!!!!!!!". Yes I got a Denim strapped (yeah denim strap...cool huh?? :-) ) watch.. So?? Big deal....
    Come on folks.. Aishu is not Rama.. It's not like my watch is my Seetha and that I have vowed my life against not seeing another watch my entire life.. No.. No .. No.. if anything.. i am that anti-Rama matter that should have existed during Rama's 'one-life-one-watch" era... I own every watch that my optical sensors took interest in and my heart yearned for.. But of course there is this huge difference between owning something and using something that you own... I fall short..way short of fulfilling the latter half of the statement though... But to just let you know.. I own 17 watches.. Yeah you heard it rite.. 17 .... Just that your first something is so stuck to every artery of your silly emotional human heart that moving on with a newer one becomes an arduous and heart wrenching venture... Why risk the pain and effort??? My 15.5 years old "Timex" (for the sake of my brand crazy friend :-) ) watchie is pretty diligent and dedicated and hasn't failed me too often... All I need is to know the hour of the day right?? Then why flash my trendy new watch when I have my ever faithful watchie??? Watchie remains my watch forever..But I am still hospitable to the other watches that are dying to be a part of Aishu's precious watch collection... So to every one of you out there... Next time I buy a watch, 'watch' what you say....;) ;)
P.S : Brett Lee is(or was) the brand ambassador for Timex. One more reason why 'watchie' gets to stay..;-)