Vimal can't hack WHAT?

There is no meaning.

We are all hormone addicts.
We just wait for the next secretion into our brains.
Repeat, ad infinitum.

Take the common man on the street.
Odds are, he follows one of the major religions of the world.
What do they all have in common?
They make you feel good.

Now take a Zen monk somewhere in Tibet.
He has essentially mastered the chemical systems of his brain.

End result: What we call ‘Happiness‘

Life is meant to be Lived.
That is the only meaning we will ever know while we are alive.

Each of us will have a unique experience of what we call Life.
I think that is the most beautiful thing ever.

Don’t ruin your experience with 1000+ year-old rules, that make no sense what-so-ever to modern man.
You are bound to get slaughtered like Sheep.

Now that we know that we are all high-seeking junkies, lets cut the crap.
Go forth and discover new thrills, chills, creeps, sadness and joy. Apathy is not an option.

In short, discover your personal flavour of Flow .
[relevant reading: Flow: The Psychology Of Optimal Experience ]

I just caught myself relaxing in my faux plastic easy chair. My legs are exhausted after an extended evening discussion about Life, the universe, and women(is there more to life?) with Rep and Naveen. I’ll explain. I have this little idiosyncrasy where i hop around quite a bit when debating and discussing STUFF. It may unnerve people new to me.

Picture a big bald man all of 6’1″ and about 110kgs (a high quote to be on the safe side), hopping around in nothing but his boxers and a large half-eaten plantain banana in one hand. You now begin to understand why i find myself the subject of much hilarity.

I am a clown. I feel like i was born to make people smile. Some do. Some don’t.

Oh well, you can’t win em all.

wait, what was this post about…
Once again, i reveal my distracted side. Both of them.

This is not a 10/10 day.
Here’s the only real work i did today.

Yes, I knelt on my glasses(with my knee, mind you)
The disorientation is not exactly momentary. I was walking in a blurry daze through NH47 traffic. Hence, It took me twice as long to reach the office. Things haven’t exactly gone from bad to worse, but now I have to use my sizzzling hot laptop on my lap. ouch.
I really should’ve done something about those 70°C-plus CPU temperatures. Talk about getting burned in a warm place.