The Rising Temperatures

Do you ever groan when someone mentions that life is beautiful? Are you aging quickly and losing zest for life? Are you struggling to get aroused or stimulated? Do you find yourself surrounded by frigid and uninspiring faces? The solution is as simple as spending a few hours at the Barista at Colaba. Trust me, no other place in town could make you half as ecstatic! Its as HOT as it can get out there.

Rock on

long long time ago
i knew not where to go
but the bustle around
and the crazy loud song
lead me straight to the show

California and Coffee

I heard the following songs back to back while driving to office this morning:-
California Dreaming
Hotel California
Californication

After a long time I have had a fair dose of coffee shop cack sessions. My weekend comprised of two trips to Bandstand CCD, two trips to HN CCD, one trip to Colaba Barista, and one trip to the international airport.

Bored?

I was in a coffee shop last night. In the midst of the dim lighting, the heavy choco shakes and the bustling crowd, there was this round of informal feedback. And the one comment I got from all on the table was that as of the present, I am bored in life!

Am I bored? Is there some dearth of inspiration? Is there a lack of purpose? Perhaps... Some soul searching might yield the answers to me.

I hate aeroplanes

I hate aeroplanes. I hate flights. I hate airports. I hate the cramped up seats in an aircraft. I hate the pounding roaring deafening sound of the engine. I hate the crappy miserable food they serve. I hate claustrophobic, suffocating cabin. I hate the long security queues. I hate the unnecessarily early check in requirements. I hate the air hostesses with their excessive make up and false smiles. I hate the delays and technical snags.

Or maybe it was just one horrible horrible flight last night.

The Rat

There is a rat in the system. It gnaws at the wires. It squeals when there is silence. It rattles when there is order. It scurries when there is peace. It chews at all the circuits. It leaves a trail on the board. The circuits are malfunctioning. The output is erroneous. The logic has been defied. The integrity has been compromised. The purpose has been defeated. The sysad is here. He sets a rat trap. The rat is caught. The circuit works. The output is sane. The world is bright. But then the rat comes back...

i had a dream

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see

Whats a dream but a spectrum of your inner desires, a parade of your deepest fears and a signpost indicative of your sanity?

Whats worse:- a deceptively sweet dream that can never be true but leaves you yearning for more or a nightmare that mimics reality?

Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

dunno why i am quoting floyd today!?

shotgun

i picked up my shotgun and blew the hell out of the fuckin ant that crept into my dreams.. i then entered a time space vortex and crossed over to the other side of the galaxy..

the world is not enough

I started my day by chasing the dwarf soldiers of Xesus through the snowy slopes of the Tartan mountains on a horseback armed with a long black whip and a cunning frown. By the time I had slain four of these vile bearded goons, it was time for breakfast.
I feasted on the golden harvest of the Eastern corn and drank from the springs of Werna. The refreshingly cool water quenched my parched throat and set me up for my next challenge.
It was time to unveil the truth, it was time to deliver the malicious cheiftains of the north into the hand of justice, it was time to rescue Goldilocks, it was time to shear the darkness of the Fallen Realm of Denethon and bring the jewels of Princess Sara back to the royal treasury.
Time was of essence, time was precious. The tolling of the bell tower broke through the silence of the marshes. The sweet song of the water nymphs intoxicated the beasts and birds of the empire.

And then I woke up.

and how do you go back in time?

...
let go off all those words
fired in a fit of craze
lets go back to what it was
those mystic beautiful ways

heal forgive forget
its not over yet

tring tring

tring tring
tring tring

no answer.. anybody home?
oh no.. never mind. we shall talk on another day