Control

How can someone control my life so much?? Its like I didn't break up with one person, but an entire group of friends. Aaargh.... this is so irritating. when will people grow up? why are people so one-sided and yet claim to be objective? She has a minor accident... has some muscle spasm or something... was bed-ridden for a few days.... doc says this might go on for months or almost a year... is on medication...everytime we meet, she has a back ache, of course no one tells me, coz apparently she didn't want me to know... this is so weird.. can such things be kept a secret! come on people.... for god's sake, grow UP! will i never find out? or people think i am dumb that I will never put two and two together when everytime we meet, if she is there, then she has a back ache, or she is not there because of that. when i ask... people say, regular pain. And yesterday, I found out that its all because of an accident.

May be she asked people not to tell me coz I will, otherwise, email her / call her and she doesnt' want all that. I understand that but does she really think that I will never find out??

Human race

We are an interesting (weird) race / breed of living organisms. First we spends hundreds and thousands of years trying to prosper, innovate, discover, learn, etc... and then we end up spending hundreds of years trying to get away from it. We create walls around us, and then we spend our entire lives trying to break them to get out....

Comments welcome.

Incentives Are Not Enough?

Incentives Are Not Enough
by Barry Schwartz

When you incentivize everything, you de-moralize it, you take the moral dimensions out of it.

Do you agree with this?

World without red lights (traffic signals)?

How would it be?

Comments welcome!

Free cricket?

where to see,

IPL for free,

on the line,

all the time.

For Rumit:

Dear Rumit, So Long, Farewell…..

Reminiscing these past few years,

Here’s my attempt at a dedication, a song,

As I try to recount everything from those episodes of West Wing,

To all those times we lit the bong.

My apologies first, you will find some clichés here, given I don’t typically have my way with words,

But anyways, our time together was spent flying free like birds.

Sure there were cloudy days, when it was difficult to see a thing,

But all became ok, as the Sun would soon come out with its full bling.

There were many instances when we were merely sober,

Still, nothing stopped us, from those challenging games of poker.

Some moments filled with love, some with anger, even heat,

Some when we listened to awesome music in places with no seat.

Those x-masy Decembers, when Santa-Rumit-Claus came calling,

Those late nights, when apple hookahs came crawling.

All the paneer tikkas, pao bhaajis, and chef’s special marinated chicken,

Those evenings spent cutting vegetables, doing dishes, and cleaning the kitchen.

There were beach bonfires, many a weekend trips,

Few filled with beers or wines, and some even with smoky bourbon sips.

Those innumerable meals at Olive Garden, and Café Del Sol,

And the times in those dance clubs where we tried to shake a leg and rock and roll.

From the zoom-zoom, the mini, the large passenger van,

To the suites in Tahoe, and hiking up Mt Tam.

I remember it all, and am certain you do too….

Anyways, I will end here, “All the best” to you,

Of course, it goes without saying … I … will… miss… you.

Dearest Rumit, So Long, Farewell…

Grumpy

Me no like it,
Me want to go home,
Me want my girl friend,
Me want to crib,
Me want to cry,
Me want to kill,
and then,
Me want to die.