The Moody Blues

First off, my apologies to those who missed my blog just because they had nothing better to do than be bemused by my random and pointless thoughts. 

I was missing the action because I had better things to do and frankly,  because I did not have anything interesting to say. One could argue that my previous entries were also dull. To those I will answer in the words which Dr Johnson used to say to the woman who protested against obscene words which appeared in his dictionary — “Ah, I see. But Madam, you are looking for them”.

So let's begin. 

I was in the rotten mood lately. My grouchiness has ticked off many of my friends who thought I was acting like a douche bag. To make things worse I did not care to explain.  But then, they know this is how I am. Like a kid lost in the huge toy shop with few pennies in his pocket. I am sure they will apologize once I tell them my side of story.  After much contemplation, I finally compiled a list of things that resulted in my foul mood. 

• I was very fascinated by the word 'pseudo-intelligent' until I searched for it in thesaurus only to find that I too am the one.

• I realized that I can't be too nice for long. I got this realization when I laughed on the face of the super fat girl friend of my best friend. They broke up the same evening.

• My uncertainty doesn't scare me. And that scares me. Of late, I have been asked many questions for  which my answer was the same every time.

Do you want to settle in US or India?

I don't know.

Where do you see yourself, say after five years down the line?

I don't know.

What is your type of girl?

I don't know.

Why do you not know?

eh, I don't know.

• I want punk rockers to be thrown out of milky way. Let me sleep.

• I think I am a narcissist. Just count how may times I have used 'I' in this blog.

• I fear that my ears are growing every day, and that one day I will look like Frodo, a    hobbit.

• You think this post is crap? So do I.

• I demand capital punishment for Rakhi Sawant, and Himesh Reshamiya for torturing our souls.

• I hate people who write short and precise points in bullets.

• I don't get excited when Yankees win. In fact I used to think that Yankees is a pop singer.

• Unlike many, I don't think Sachin is god. I can't imagine a god who is 5'5'' tall (or short!)

• I see dead people. Nay, I'm kidding.

• I prefer men to women. Not in a sexual way. 

• Thank you. I am feeling better already.