:)

I wanna get drunk.. like really really drunk. I wanna get so drunk that I have no clue as to what I'm doing. I wanna have all the tequila, vodka, scotch and good ol' beer that I can have. In Antoney's words, "I wanna get so drunk that alcohol must pour out of every hole in my body".

I've never really gotten pissed drunk, but then again, I've never really had that intense desire either. I'm neither too happy nor too sad.. not even bored.. so then why this desire?? Maybe I'm just fed up with things in general. I think I just wanna feel numb for a while, forget everything and just lie wasted in some dark corner.

This already sounds like a drunk post :) (but its only wednesday)

I miss someone.. I dont know who.

Satisfaction?

Why is satisfaction so elusive? Why are we constantly looking at the next step in life? The next car, the next job, MBA, New York City, when your present is so young? Is it bad to slow down and live in today, while still having a plan for the future? I really don't understand why people cannot think of today as a learning experience... something that will make you stronger tomorrow. Why curse your present, really?

What do you gain by talking trash about people you don't like, or about people who are not like you, or people who have actually achieved something in life? Why can't you respect all women? Does it give your ego a boost when you degrade a person in your own eyes? I'm sure it doesn't, cos if it did, you wouldn't be doing it again the next day.

Why can't you be proud of your country? Why curse it for its shortcomings when you're not doing anything to help?

Why can't you just be happy? Why can't you be satisfied?

Reading again..

I've gotten through two books post Georgia Tech.. and I'm lucky they were both damn good, or I'd have given up again.

The Kiterunner by Khaled Hosseini was an often-twisting tale about friendship, guilt and circumstance in a war-torn country. I finally understood what the term 'jaw-dropping' actually meant. The movie, though impressive, wasn't quite as good as the book. However, you know a movie has touched the audience when there are those very quiet 15 seconds at the end of the movie when nobody's moving.. mostly out of shock. I guess the mostly-American crowd had for the first time seen a world that they never believed could exist, and hence the shock. It was not just the story of a man.. it represented the story of a whole country.

The first thing that comes to mymind when I think of the book/movie... "A thousand times for you Sohrab."

Maximum City by Suketu Mehta talks a bit about the Mumbai we know.. and then it talks a lot about the Mumbai we don't know, the 'Sone ki chidiya'. Everything about it was mesmerizing.. the underworld, bar dancers, bollywood, vada-pav, the local trains, and the people. Its a pity that the book was written prior to the train blasts... I would be interested in reading how Suketu would have told that story, only because the scenes on TV are still so fresh in everyone's mind.

My favourite part of this book was the story of Babanji, the young hopeful Bihari poet.

Found on my Starbucks cup...

All children need a laptop. Not a computer, but a human laptop.
Moms, dads, grannies and grandpas, aunts, uncles..
Someone to hold them, read to them, teach them.
Loved ones who will embrace them and pass on the experience,
rituals & knowledge of a hundred previous generations.
Loved ones who will pass to the next generation their expectations of them,
their hopes, and their dreams.