Sunscreen...

Why do people possibly need sunscreen??What if 21st December 2012 is the last day for the planet?Will the Commonwealth games happen?Who the heck possibly blogs on weekends?

I am not hungry for a change.Neither is my goldfish.I still am wondering what to call it. I had named the previous one Limp Bizkit cuz it had a red cap. This has one too..Limp Bizkit V2.0??.

Gotta think harder.Am losing my creativity to tupenny clients.Have to fight it out...

Lunch sucked.I need a new guitar.Weekend was chinese food in Punjabi oil. A metro ride with little consequence. Should I have taken up the job in Calcutta, would I like fish??Food for thought.Mekaal Hassan is swell.Everyone ought to hear it once.

For the people who commented, thanks a lot. I am not the only guy who scribbles away inconsequently. Or maybe with consequence. Keep commenting. I like the attention.And I will return the favour.If I am not hungry that is...

Chicken heavyweight...

This post is not for veggies.I am hungry again.The gold fish survived starvation.Tons of work.Teleconferencing.I smell betrayal, but its too early to comment. I ccould do with a chicken heavyweight. For the ignorant, its a pizza from Slice Of Italy.My forecast says am arguing over a point which doesnt even matter...
Do you know what are airchecks??They are archives of Radio Shows gone past.Pasta was great last night.Got to edit. Got to get back on the job.Got to get a life...
Its Maggi time.I feel my brain turning into noodles...

Rumble...

I am a creative writer. Thats my job. I get paid for thinking. So do you.But then, I get paid for voicing my thoughts. Do you? I dont think so. Orkut, Facebook ,music, scribbles...I am hungry right now. The house is dirty. The goldfish looked hungry the last time I saw it. Got to clean up the kitchen as well. Freakin' headphones havent been working, got to get it fixed...
I have to write some creative stuff for people who are going to spend lakhs doing commercials on radio. I do this everyday. Its routine. Wish it was a little less hotter. I am still hungry. I could have taken up the job in Kolkata. But then it wasnt worth I guess. Or maybe it was. I really would love to speak a foreign language. Wouldnt be a bad idea visiting the Taj over the weekend. Words on my fingertips, food on my mind....Period.