Empty!

No title for a blog comes to mind. Lots of ideas on what I could write about do come to mind.

But not in the mood to really dissect the world. Not today. Not right now.

However, yes, however (I like the sound of however) I saw a strange sight today while driving home from work. A brokedown truck, the usual garland of stones framing its perimeter to alert passing traffic, and a strange glow bathing this pouvre brokedown truck and just when you think you've seen everything, you see this blazing flame lighting the truck, giving it that warm glow and then the piece de resistance - the flame is under the truck - somewhere near the fuselage or is it called the fuel tank? - and you shudder and think if the guy tinkering the belly of the truck is thinking - and the frightening thought of a conflagration and shower of metal, flesh and godknowswhatelse unfurls in the mind - shudderrrrr!!!

Ok so now I want to know why I have only 158 views of my profile? How do I increase this? How do I keep stock of who's visiting my blog?

Hey, I want to write an insightful, (I'm at a loss for vocabulary here...pause!), basically a piece on Amitabh Bachchan. When I see him in the promos of Sarkar, I fall in love with him all over again.

Hey, LaunchCast Radio is really cool - and hey, did you know there was a group called Goat? Goat mind you? Yes, Goat! Gosh! It's playing some song called 'All my friends' - so is the lead vocalist meaning, sheep, cows, and sundry other animals? Maybe he should've called his band 'Animal Farm' and I don't know if Mr.Orwell would've approved, but hey, this is a rock band sir, whatdayaknow and guys with long hair, an electric guitar, torn jeans, tattoos, gravelly voices and headbanging skills can get away with anything.

And guess what! Of all the things in the world, I missed that historic cricket match!!!! S Africa vs. Australia with more than 850 runs being scored and the second team winning with 2 balls to spare and romping home to a thundrous victory. 435 runs for crying out loud! and 438 to the winning team - are they making bats laced with steel and are the balls actually tennis balls or the boundaries shorter, or like the bionic man, the batters have 20:20 no 40:40 vision with reflexes that are faster than REM and oh well, basically I missed it! I just bloody missed it and it's at times like this when I realize that being a workaholic is so not happening, uh huh, no no no, I need to get a life - and missing cricket matches like this is life - and I need to do something about tugging at this life which seems to be billowing in the wind. Boo hoo hoo!

Where's my ambition of being the salsa queen and the female version of Eric Clapton the guitarist or an expert bungee jumper or the fluid and fantastic river rafter gone? At least I've attempted all of this (except the bungee jump), so no regrets, but haven't pursued it. Sigh!

Hey there! And thus a blog post is born! (With inane mundane trivia about life and trucks and goats..:) and wait a minute, there's Train now...LOL!)

Hey there friend! I dedicate this post to you, you're my biggest and only fan.

Maybe...er... I have an idea for my next post already. (Nice...very nice!goodie...)

Am looking forward to my 10 day vacation, starting in 2 weeks from now. I'm half dead now, and by the time the vacation commences I'll be phully dead. I need that break.

Burp!

PS - The Economist has written a nice article on Dubya (apro George Bush baba) visiting the ISB (Indian School of Business) and making a comment on it being international and giving the Yankee Univs. a run for their money and how it's all baloney, etc. And that reminds me...US$ 193, 000 for an IIM-B campus recruit. What's the world coming to eh? What the hell was I doing when God was dishing out luck and brains and beauty and all that jazz...busy filling out a form and being shunted from pillar to post just for a name...and my surname is truly a 4-letter word and is such a delusion of grandeur! Blimey and baloney!

They're playing Goo Goo Dolls but not Iris. Oh Iris Iris...where art thou?

So tell me Irf, would you buy my book?..:) And don't tell me 'of course love' but be honest as only best friends can be however hurtful it might be. And more importantly what should I write about?

Finito!