This one is dedicated to extreme levels of procrastination.

I have work. And by have I mean that I did not do it when I had all the time.

I might do the unthinkable. An all nighter on a sunday night. 

Well, I might not.

I was watching Supernatural for the past few weeks. The show is really good. I know I am 7-8 years too late realizing this but anyhow really does not matter, does it? NO. The thing I love the most about the show is the locations. American country side dotted with small towns here and there is the perfect set up for a horror/thriller show. Dont know if such locations are even left in India anymore. Too many people everywhere you go. Tourist places are full of non sense. Infrastructure is sad. Roads make you cry. People are a mixed bag. I am sure the pressure on nature due to human interference is much less in US. I might be completely wrong here. I do know something about the pollution levels in US.

I don't even know what I wanted to say in this post. Don't even if anyone is reading it. Anyhow does not matter. I am just waiting for winters. I am just waiting for a chance to hit the open roads again.

Quest for a perfect life

The quest for finding a purpose higher than going through one more day.

Day after day.

Everything is marketable.

You can even make profit via selling depression and sadness.

I have my own tales of online stalking. Obviously I was the stalker. I was already reading her blog when the new millennium had just begun. She must have been pretty at 24 or something at that time. I was 14 maybe less. She is old now. Looks old. 

Nothing makes sense anymore.

The Monkey's paw

Have you read the story "The Monkey's Paw"? IMHO it is one of the best short stories ever written. It tells you to always think carefully what you wish for. Wishes sometimes have a bad habbit coming true.

MBA done and all. Now to lose that double chin. :/

Quick post

I read a lot. Lots of books from lots of authors on lots of topics. This is other than the numerous blogs and comics I am almost addicted to. Did I mention short stories from all over the internetz. My only resentment is that I can't remember none of it. I have read numerous poems by great many urdu poets but never am I able to recollect a shaer at the right moment.

I hate, absolutely detest and am extremely jealous of people who can write blogs comparing philosophy of different writers. I am sure if I attempt to compare authors I will not remember even a single line from either of their texts. Am I reading too much or am I reading it all wrong?

Yesterday I decided to start another Murakami novel. I have read two other novels by him and few short stories. I can clearly say that I like his style. But if you ask me what his style might be, I would only be able to say that there are people talking to cats and dogs in his novels. The protagonist is a male on some surreal quest. Thats it. I can't even recall the storyline of a single story or novel.

I discussed this problem with a friend of mine and he said that I am lucky coz I can enjoy the same book like I'm reading it for the first time even if I am reading it again. I know its true and I have enjoyed reading some books three or four times but I don't want to re read books when there is so much more to read, so many authors I havent even heard about. By the way the said friend has near photographic memory :/

I hate people who can quote stuff when they want to. I absolutely detest them.

Anyways I have written this post on my phone and my thumb is sore. Also the stupid exam tomorrow morning. So Happy Holidays or whatever.