Where I decide that may be it should start again

I sometimes wish I was the opera master of the world. Like swing the stick and people start acting the way I want them to. Kinda like a witch but with a suit. And spectacles. Those opera master chaps almost always have spectacles.

I often find myself wanting a soundtrack in the background. Would be kinda cool to live a bollywood film. Which is why I found myself watching Andaaz Apna Apna for the n’th time on Youtube. Bits and parts of the film. I really think it was way ahead of its time. There is outright comedy but there is also a more nuanced part to the film. A true classic. That and Salman Khan’s “Aila!”. Superb.

So another person told me to get a life. In a nice way. But still. It is not like I don’t have enough stress on me own you no? Goddamit man.

By the way Ms. Cheetah if you are reading this I hope you are alright. Do not buy any more polka dotted dresses though. Quite embarassing to be seen with someone who wears one of those.

So she looked very pretty today and I liked how open she is about her feelings. It is strange that I find honesty so appealing since I have a personal average of one lie per minute.

It has been so long since a member of the opposite sex paid any attention to me (other than in a “fuk off you freak” kinda way) that I had more or less forgotten how nice it feels.

There was mist in the morning today. Looked so gorgeous as I stood in the balcony and surveyed the land before me. I guess that is why I like heights. So that you can look down and pretend that you are checking out your kingdom.

The phrase “grabbing lunch” came up in a conversation recently. Was slightly perturbed by it. Not the most peaceful way to describe the eating process now is it? Grab. Like a greedy little pig. Or maybe a demented kid who wants all the candy in the world. Grab. Grab.

Nope, I do not like that word: grab. Not one bit.

I have once again awoken my obsession with “Naaat” jokes. Disturbing. NAAAT!