
About Me

- sofullofcrap
- FREEDOM is ... An open road, My rusty bike roaring to life And a tank full of fuel... Well I am a little confused and no I am not very creative. Many of the pictures you see up on the blog are mistakes.And a sincere request PLEASE DO NOT STEAL THE PHOTOGRAPHS FROM MY BLOG.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Its been more then a week since I lost my phone(.. again), amazingly the past week has been the most peaceful of my life, I do miss talking to till 2 am and snickering at the very thought of disturbing someone in the middle of the night just to find out if they were wearing pajamas or shorts but I think I've been doing better at work without that godforsaken gadget. In fact I love the quiet time I'm getting these days so much that I decided to stay without one for a little while longer. But more then all of these I think I've got time to reflect. I know, I know... Me and reflect don't go together but its true, you think I'm always that guy with the impish grin plastered on my face , well I'm not, its only when I'm bored that it comes to me.
I sometimes, more like more then often wonder if I've grown as a person, I'm not too sure of it. It has been 8 months since Karma caught up and all I can think of is getting back on a bike, I feel like a part of me is missing, that sounded cliche but dare you say I lie about it. Yesterday I spent the better part of my afternoon staring at the twisted chassis of what was once my baby. Everytime I hear the whine of a Yammy zoom past or puttering its way down the lot, I wish it was me on the bike. I wonder if my yearning to get back on it is something much deeper, a spiritual connection to say the least. Therapy for my soul. I need to get back on...
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
White Noise
Its 3 am and I wrap up my last call of the day. The case documentation is slow and I feel lethargic. I see a text box flashing on my screen, it is her… When was the last time I spoke to her ???… Was it last month …No... no … not last month… it was 3 months ago. Do I reply??? The screen flashes again …
I finish the case documentation and I switch off the screen. Too much pain… A weird sense of accomplishment overcomes me as I pack my bag, say my goodbyes and head towards to parking lot. I stop at the atrium and check my cell phone. The last message she sent me; ” Thanks for everything sweets” , my lips start to curve into a half smile…
DELETE
I think the time has come; next I browse through my contacts … its long before I muster the courage to delete her number. I tell myself “ … its for your own good.. “. I feel a warm tear roll down my cheek. “It’s not right for boys to cry” , I wipe it away. I see my cab waiting. I’m coming home …
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
A few days was all that was needed for me to fall in love with Manipal ... the place has an intoxicating aura that leaves one with a the most amazing of hangovers. I definitely rate it over cannabis and way over that puny bottle of vodka that was supposed to be for keeps ... I decided to take the train to Bangalore and from there catch the bus to Manipal.
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Friday, April 11, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
The past 2 weeks have been very hectic ... exams and more exams ... 2 more to go ... thank Zeus its almost over. Buddy decide to give us company during our preparations for the Accounts exam.
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