We got the numbers ...

photo : Ranjeet Kumar (The Hindu)


We always have. Wonder where we are going with it though.

I woke up this mornin'

in my inbox was BUZZ!

Thats it.

I'm officially rooting for Burnley FC from now on. Atleast they won't play a beautiful passing game with clinical precision and artistic flair only to lose. What one can expect from them is heart. A lot of heart and the audacity to believe that they can defeat any team on their day.

Also I'm tired of heartbreaks. But as a friend once pointed out that I have a tendency to "keep wanking to my first crush forever", I think I'll still root for Arsenal this Wednesday when they face off against a resurgent Liverpool. Shit.

Watched Ishqiya yesterday. Good entertainment. Which brings us to our hottie of the month. Ms. Hottie, February 2009.





















Vidya Balan (courtesy thebollywoodzone.com)

I think my last claim of having a hottie every month was too ambitious, cause well there aren't that many hotties around. Also its easier to wait for one to pop up in your imagination instead of seeking one out. Yes I'm terminally lazy.

Also a personal request to all those who know people working at law firms. Please be kind to them. Their work is shit. In some rare cases the pay even shittier, but the shittiest of it all is the life they lead/are expected to lead. Whats worse (if it can get any worse) is that they don't realise it and take themselves so seriously. So please be kind when you meet one. Feed it, clothe it and give it some love.

Watched Cadillac Records last Saturday evening and man can this guy sing (Some may recall him as the African dictator in Lord of War). He does a cover of Smokestack Lightnin' for the film where he plays Howlin' Wolf. Absolutely mindblowing.

Anyone wants to buy me the Double Disk Deluxe Edition of the film soundtrack? Anyone?!? I work in a law firm, you know.

Life without a cigarette

The shit just won't come out though the stomach is screaming under pressure, within a few hours the gums start itching, the chest feels heavy and the upper stomach begins to cramp. The head feels light, the world is slightly spinning and the mood oscillates between being ultra hyper and easily irritable.

I went 21 hours without a smoke just to experience something different in life. Or maybe just to experience something, anything.

The first smoke after such aforesaid time comes as a relief. Every square centimetre of the chest seems to be bursting in a hundred thousand gasps of orgasm. Life is good again.