2nd day.. 2nd post.. this is too much :-)

Am surpassing my personal standards of laziness...

Ok. Now that I am being read, I am wondering what to write..

Hmm.. yesterday I did a good deed... Returned a phone to its owner..

It was an expensive phone. Found it lying on ground before me. Scooped it seconds before a taxi passed over it. Gave it back to the owner. he was happy. So was I.

A good deed that too in the beginning of the day, augured well. 

No more client bashing, no back-stabbing colleagues, no stealing credits, no bumming fags, no leching at women, no screwing somebody's happiness. Or so I thought.

Of course, none of that happened.

The day was as bad and as good it could have been. Read about Sri Lankan players getting shot and felt bad. Ate four spoonfuls of Kheer and felt happy.

Then I realised, its just life. One moment you are happy, the next you are down in dumps. Sometimes it is your fault, sometimes your lady love has PMS.

Finally... I have found my long, lost blog... aha.. the joy of finding something the very moment you need it... I missed it... sometimes a lot, sometimes a little... And now, its for keeps...

Henceforth, there's gonna be a lot of action on this blog... Yessir!! I have decided to write. To try and write, blog and make my views `heard. 

As they say, Count On It!! :-)

Wassup, yo!!

"How ya doin' my brother from another mother?"

"Hi babes!!"

"Oye pappe!!"

"Kashi aahes?"

These and many more lines, serve as ice breakers - tiny cracks that soon become chasms, gorges or a canyons.

Whether these are accompanied by rubbing of noses or pumping of hands, I don't know. But hi-fives, waving of hands and a lil' jig, definitely.

I generally wave, raise my eye brows or if I am being friendly, assume a "Joey" expression. Or what I think is the "Joey" expression.

But this is among friends and co-workers.

With bossess, its generally a slight bow of head, a smile with hands firmly by side. There are times when I get the itch to shake hands.

Well, I am not the sort who hugs people on meeting them. But I do know people, especially guys, who do that. Not to me but to some of my friends belonging to the fairer sex. What they - guys - get out of it, only they can tell. Or their smiles tell all.

Well, as to every argument, soliquoy and monologue, there too is a point to all these observations.

Hi.

I am, so-and-so. Can't tell you my name, my profession or the company I work for. Some people won't be amused. And no, I am not a secret spy.

But I am male, with a stocky-to-fat built and a propensity to put on weight at a moment's notice.

This is my first post. Hope you like it.

As they say, there's more of it from where that came from.

Adios.