Note to myself (27/9/07)

“I see dead peoples. Every day I see them, but they themselves don’t know that they are dead.”

Note to myself (26/9/07)

“Last week I gave 50 Rs note to a handicap old women begging on the road, and today when I went out for a movie with my friend, a complete stranger came and gave me a 100 Rs gift coupon for the cinema eat-out, telling me to enjoy.

The movie inside the hall sucked big times but I guess the movie outside the hall is a very well written script with lots of improvisations.”

Note to myself (23/9/07)

“The time taken to cross BTM and reach Silk Board is maximum on Mondays and reduces gradually to minimum on Friday. I am least interested in coming to office on Monday and am usually happy on Friday morning in anticipation of the weekend. I wonder if there is any connection between the two.

The distance is constant, so is the space stretching into the fourth dimension, thereby, stretching the time along with it? Is it possible that the speed of the traffic is constant but seems more slow on Monday because of this stretching of time? After all times flies when you are happy”

“Reminder: Throw away the books on abstract physics this weekend”

Note to myself (21/9/07)

“I have very recently realized that I always falls for girls with lots of passion inside her, no matter what she is passionate about.
And I used to think that it was all random before yesterday”

Note to myself (18/9/07)

“I really hate the people who do nothing to make their life better and in the end blame everything to God, destiny, fate and stars. I mean hello, its not destiny its Karma that defines your life. But these people would rather spend 14 hours a day working for their project, then 2 hours working for what they actually want in their life.

And I don’t even feel sorry for them.”

Note to myself (11/9/07)

“Life makes some people really tough.
Or is it the other way around?”

Note to myself (6/9/07)

“Its really strange to see people giving up so easily, specially on the matter which will effect their life forever. I mean what more important, debugging a screwed up excel sheet or debugging your screwed up love life.”

Note to myself (1/9/07)

“All girls, on an average, are similar”