Mind your back first!

After so long, I got to see a different movie from the stables of Bollywood. Their horses have been SO monotonous, it was beginning to irritate me. But I felt Aitraaz was good. (Add : Disclaimer)
Atleast Priyanka Chopra was. I had always slotted her as a doll with no talent. I was wronged like crazy last night - at the movie you perverts!
As cliched as this statement can get - Paresh Rawal rocked.

And so did my spine-tingling, hair-raising ride back home in the nigritude of a coupla hours past midnight, fully loaded with warming gears with temperature outside my skin staying well under the teens. Bikers note - Hyderabad roads rock too. They almost seemed like abstract copies of F1 tracks.

There is nothing in this world called free lunch. Maybe that is why I have been enjoying free dinners this week. God bless all the souls that emptied their pockets to fill my tummy. And God bless anti-acidity pills too.

And please forgive the inarticulateness you would witness today in my scribbles (moreso than ever, that is), and maybe even the inanity. I have been a bit sleep-deprived lately.

I am a little disinclined to write today. But I do have a thing or two to say.
The world is a nice place, unless you run into some girl-deprived, frustrated, magazine-searching, egg-headed, voyeur-eyed and disgustingly nosy drones - like I keep doing nowadays. Not that I suddenly came to the conclusion that the world isnt a nice place, but maybe it would have been nicer without such asses. I carry with me the message which would probably make world peace a reality - MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

And for those who refuse to understand that, you have no one else other than the deepshit inside your own skin, to blame for the aftereffects. I promise I'll turn into a serial killer soon.