The Invictus

How does one decide between old friends and new acquaintances? How does one decide between old comforts and new opportunities? How does one decide between old devils and new unknowns?

How does one decide between a job that one has grown fond of (and become an acknowledged champ in) and a job that demands charting unknown waters?

SOS!!

Why is it that my nose always twitches and cries out for a nice long itch / scratch just when the barber puts the towel around my arms, and asks me not to move? silly only....

Blog waalon, mein vaapis aagaya hoon..bachcha log taali bajao........hic hic!

After that rather flattering self-reinstatement of this blog - aka a rising of the dead ghost (now, their cant never be a "non-dead" ghost, righto?) - let me give a desperate push to this blog.

A lot has happened since my last post. Actually not so much - that was me n my exaggerating self. On the other hand, maybe some. But too boring to get into the inconsequential details.

In front me stands a placard that reads "I have not failed 700 times. I have not failed once. I have succeeded in proving that those 700 ways will not work. When I have eliminated the ways that will not work, I will find the way that will work".

Very inspiring, am sure. Most long sentences are invariably so. Just as they are lost on me. Now that brings me to the topic of my attention span that doesnt seem to span anything longer than a matchstick these days....am getting bored too easily...am told its got to do with one's belly size. Rubbish i say. How does someone else's belly size affect my attention span (tho' my own ever increasing girth might)?

Familiarity breeds contempt. Bullshit again. (Familiarity breeds. Period.) Uh oh...got sidetracked yet again. I was thinking of the powai roads that I take every day...Familiarity in this case is a necessity if you have to avoid those humongous potholes - u need to know where they are and how much to yank ur sterring wheel.

Why do they call them "Pot Holes"???? Maybe long back - and even now in Mumbai - folks deposit their burdens in them? Maybe. Just like cats and dogs who dig holes, do the deed and cover them up. Except that cats and dogs cover them up.

Ok now, enuff. enuff of my blabbering. Tho' i must admit, if u have so far, u must be one helluva wastrel! he he he.....