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 ]

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.

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.

Hardware design by BMW

Originally uploaded by vimalg2

I read that a certain design wing of BMW is responsible for the curvy black
and white design for my Acer Gemstone series laptop.
Ogle away, folks

Macbook’s got nothing on this baby. (yes, its flamebait, I know)

Nokia E51

One magnificently engineered telecommunications device.

A classic Nokia with all the attributes that made ‘Nokia‘ synonymous with ‘cell phone‘, several years ago when I was just a kid.

Great battery life, excellent reception, a tactile keypad that’s a joy to use, and all the rest of the ‘features’ that today’s kids take for granted. This is not the mobile-camera for shutter-bugs or morons who cant tell a phone from a camera or an mp3 player. Its a true blue phone. It doesn’t hurt that it has a lot of Blackberry-esque features from its E-series pedigree. And the integrated Wi-Fi is something that no other vendor offers at this price point or this size. (can Blackberry or SE beat the 12mm thickness?)

The complete specs are available here [GSMarena]

Unfortunately, I’m still saving up for this baby.

That’s just it.

This is the exact same thought process that goes thru my mind, any time I hit compose Post on any blogging/CMS platform. I’m not exactly an established writer or any kind of writer by a long shot. So, I can’t really bitch about having chronic ‘Writer’s Block’.

However, what I seem to be extraordinarily verbose about, is doing this woe-is-me routine upon not being able to do something. UNIX error messages anyone?. i.e No output if everything goes A-Ok.

So with a little creative captioning and a nice dark n moody WordPress theme, the adventure begins all over again. I have no clue what I’m going to write about in here. I expect i’ll write more of these bitch-about-how-my-life-sucks-but-nah-not-really kind of posts, that anyone but myself will loathe reading a few months from now. C’mon Who doesn’t love a secret(not) diary?

Composing my thoughts and arguments into a structured format is something that I aim to learn from this endeavour. I want to make mistakes and I want the whole world to point them out to me.

Do I sound like a masochist just now? Well, that can’t be helped. I have a wee bit of all the various kinds of neuroses. Pick one. Bring it on…