A quart of whiskey. A pack of cigarettes. Life pissed away while waiting for something to happen. Loneliness. Hysteria of being alone. The search. The failure. The pretensions. The sadness. End it all. Drink it away. Wish you don’t wake up. Hope for utopia. Hatred for mankind. Where does it all end? Struggle. Constant struggle. Never ending, but always hopeful. Pass out……..
Who am I?
Traveler, cynic, computer-geek, rebel, dreamer - and a consultant for my livelihood
Blogroll
Must Read
Simoqin Prophecies - Samit Basu
Manticore's Secret - Samit Basu
Moth Smoke - Mohsin Hamid
On the Road - Jack Kerouac
English, August - Upamanyu ChatterjeeFavourite Places
Hard Rock Cafe (Bombay)
Styx (Bangalore)
Purple Haze (Bangalore)
Toto's Garage Pub (Bombay)
Polly Esthers (Bombay)
1000 Oaks (Pune)
Toons (Pune)
Some Place Else (Calcutta)
Diesel (Chennai)
Chrome (Vizag)Previous Blogs
-
Spam Blocked
Superdark, dude. I like how we go through all the hopeless shit and we end at never-ending struggle, never-ending, but always hopeful. That’s life in 62 words. Heh.
Crisp and short documentation. Love it. Apt to its core :)
@ Missalister: 62 words eh? I never counted that :)
@June: thanks !