Been reading a lot of fantasy lately. Nearly done with the final published book of the series A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin. Its soo bad I loove it. Helps me dream every tired night. Reminds me what a slut I am for cheap thrills. Inspired me to write a poem (ooooh), or try to atleast.

Ygritte’s Last Song
Bastard born in a secret
lose that shadow cloak you wear so heavy.
Come to me in a wildling dream
where no walls guard the freedom of the free.
Winter has come,
the pack will survive while the lone wolf dies.
Find the luck you need kissed by fire
your honour can wait, now warmth must suffice.
Turncloak, twice
don't turn in what you stole with death.
It is yours to keep, not to lose
so tame your spurs and forget your fate.
Morning breaks and
we war till the end, for us no bard shall sing.
But I’ll sing to you with your arrow in my chest
You know nothing Jon Snow, you know nothing.

In other news Wayne Rooney hit the net four times to dethrone Arsenal and more importantly tommorrow is a holiday.

Of pleasant ironies, however short-lived they might be

Injury plagued the entire season and without their first choice strikers, Arsenal have climbed to the top of the Premier League on goal difference having scored 7 more goals than season long table leaders Chelsea. Though they might not be able to hold the position for even 24 hours if Manchester United are to defeat Hull City tonight, they'll have been on the top this season if only for a few hours.

The youngest team in the most competitive football league in the world, and no one really believes they can win. Can they?

Hope. A fan's only armour.

Shannyn Sossamon

For lack of anything worthwhile to write and want of anything better to do, it has been decided that this space shall feature a hottie once a month as ...well HOTTIE OF THE MONTH!!

But but but we shall commence the proceedings with the hottie of the last month of the bygone year cause well in that case for this month we get not one but TWO hotties of the month!!!

Here she is, Ms. Hottie, December 2009.



Shannon Marie Kahoolani Sossamon

I remember her best for making Heath Ledger get the fuck pummeled out of himself in the film "A Knight's Tale". The woman wanted him to lose a jousting contest, in a manner utmost painful, for love. And then when he does and has most surely lost a couple of ribs, her handmaiden delivers to him the message that she (bitch!) wants him to win and NEVER lose again for ...guess what?!? ... love.

So well here's a beautiful smile to remind us the painful trials and tribulations that lie in store for the ones who wish to be the reason for such a smile.

Death of a Leader

Jyoti Basu finally popped it. Yesterday, which was a Sunday and probably the coldest and the most beautiful Sunday of this winter, despite all my prayers of him dying midweek. Now I'm sitting at work mourning.

I went out for a smoke. It's beautiful outside. You get this kind of daylight only in winters, the mellow and lazy light. My kind of light. But I have a tubelight in my cubicle/workstation.

I really want to punch someone in the face. Anyone.

When 1 minute 4 seconds is a pretty long time

Created by Oatmeal

I want

to a ride upon a Dragon.

Dracaryssss!!!

Need a lift?

Of Respect

There are many ways of earning respect. This kid finds one of the meaner yet ballsy of such ways (Note crowd reaction). I wish I could have a moment like that.

What's up?

Jyoti Basu is dead!!...dying..no wait dead, 'tis confirmed...false alert..dying..dead...almost dead.. better??

Lot of confusion yesterday with many at work hoping the bugger conks it cause then the city shall come to a halt unanimously in grief. An ex-Chief Minister who reigned democratically for over 26 years serves his populace even in death.

The Prime Minister is in town to meet him. Don't think they'll have much of a conversation though.

There's a Baul performance happening at Tollygunge Club this Saturday that some friends got me an invite for. However, I can't make it. My time is rented out to an organisation that takes itself too seriously.

I looked at myself in the mirror today. The hair looks smooth (almost silky*belch*), the face clean shaven, John Miller has replaced the faded chequered shirts, a pair of ironed Blackberrys where a pair of torn denims I probably bought for my 18th birthday and washed once a month since used to hang, and good ol' Bata shoes in place of chappals. Oh and socks, thats whats new with me babeh! SOCKS!!

Some people I know since school claim I look extremely "civilized" these days. The more daring venture to state that I "actually look nice". But I still look at the mirror and can't help laughing. You know a what the fuck laugh. The one thats almost a snigger but not quite.

I don't want a new life, just my old self back. Back before its too late.

Also I hope Jyoti Basu dies man. And not on the weekend. Please God let it be in the middle of the week, please please. I could use a holiday.