The 0350 Post.

I know I rarely update this damn blog. I don't even try to. But it's alright because I know why.

I know for a fact that I get all uncomfortable when I realize people actually get to know the things that're in my head. People I don't even know. Kinda idiotic of me to start a blog then right?

Well I guess I didn't think this through enough. Maybe I started because every source of inspiration or role model that I had, owned a blog. So I figured maybe that's the secret. I wanted to live like them; be them. And a blog was the answer. Sharing everything that was in my head, with the world...

...alright so, I clearly did not think this through.

I remember watching an episode of House MD where they show a patient who was obsessed with sharing everything with the whole world, through a blog. She had to undergo a major surgery and had to make a tough decision. Now granted I don't remember the details but I'm pretty sure it would've been important considering you know..life and death.

She wanted advice and instead of confiding in her better half, she turns to her followers. Using a post. Of course.

Would I ever do that?

I listen to songs that have weird names. And I like airports after midnight. It's ethereal. The whole world is sleeping but that place is bursting with energy, oblivious to everything. People going out of the country for the first time.

Picture an individual. Someone who's not used to staying up late. So what his usual night would be, sleeping and stuff, he's catching a flight to a place he's never been before. Almost feels like a dream. I mean, if it were any other night, it would've been. If I were to die and given a chance to come back as a ghost, I'd be at the airport. I wouldn't even haunt it. I'll just be.

So, wait and waltz at the airport terminal?

It's past 0400 hrs already so the title doesn't make sense anymore. Neither does life. Sometimes, not always. I guess.

And also, I like cats now.

"Classic Gold"

It's 2013.

Apparently, we survived the end. Or maybe not.

I never really talked about what all I did when 2012 started. I mean I kind of did but that was all sorts of weird.

So continuing the tradition, I won't really talk about this year as well. Despite that glorified excuse, I'll just go on to tell you that it was pretty great.

Every year you think about where you will be in exactly 365 days and it used to be so easy to predict that when we were still young. But not anymore. And that won't change for the next few years I guess.

Am I where I want to be? Yes.

And No.

I've completed four months at work now and things have changed now that I look back. For better or for worse, they have.

Things still haven't slowed down but I'd say they are improving. The wee hours of sleep that made me sleep-deprived a few months back have now become my normal sleep cycle. I don't feel the need to hibernate as soon as I reach home anymore. In other words, I feel awake enough to actually do stuff when I get back, around 8-30/9.

Maybe it's just psychological. Maybe, nothing really changed and I still need more sleep. But the point is, it doesn't really matter. Someone let me know if it does.

It's obvious that I don't feel like writing anymore. It's more like, I don't know what to write.

Ever went to a site to download a movie and then you're presented with so many damn choices that you're like "Ah, I'll just order a pizza instead"?

Or maybe read a book.

Or maybe sleep.

Or maybe do some Math...

..said no one ever.

I'm not even trying to make sense now am I?

Here's some good music.

And if these trees could talk, barren lands of a modern dinosaur?