The Eternal Optimist

I'm the one who says the glass is half full when its half empty. I'm the one who says "oh, theyll grow back" when i've just been castrated. I'm the one who says there is still a glass' worth when we're at the last pitcher. I'm the one saying its alright, when the CIA thinks we're the Al Qaeda top brass. I'm the one saying she'll come back to me, when she's already told me to fuck off a hundred million times. I'm the one trying to download a movie on a 28.8 kbps dial up. I'm the one saying this shit wont give me a hangover, after popping a dozen aspirins. I'm the one who thinks hes gonna get laid after wearing shades to the night club. I'm the one who expects a phone call from the rickshawallah, after loosing his phone. I'm the one who hopes to pass after submitting a paper clean as clean as a Mormon. I'm the one who expects his parents to forgive him for being kicked out of school. I'm the one who thinks his new cartilage piercing will heal in a day. I'm the one who hopes to get thin,rich and popular in 21 days. I'm the one who'll always say 'arey chill yaar' after insulting the local gunda.
I'm the eternal optimist.

Now Feeling : The beginnings of a hangover.
Now Playing : Red Hot Chilli Peppers - My Friends.
Now Reading : Just finished Wanted.

Tool is best enjoyed after

a couple of pegs of single malt.

Glenfiddich is

nice.

Shit

happens.

Beer in transit

Me n nath, beer and fish fingers. In cal. On my way to bombay. I was broke by the way.

Residential angst

This isn't my room. Its my friend's. But he is in Calgary, Canada. While I am living in his room in B.I.T. Mesra, Ranchi, Jharkhand, India.
Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahahaha. Cough.

Home

Two more days. I'll be in Bombay, the city I like to call my home. But is it?
OK I've lived a major part of my life there, 13 years of officially residing there. But then the three and a half years in Muscat, the 6 months or so in Faridabad, and now the better part of a year in Ranchi. Where do I belong?

And to top it all of, I'm a Kashmiri, whose been to Kashmir for only a week. Cant help that, but what the fuck?

In muscat, I bitch about the lack of freedom, and excess of boredom. I mean its a really nice place, peaceful, quiet, comfortable etc etc, but it is a little suffocating. And I cant really enjoy it because I'm not 21 and dont have a car.

Ranchi, dont let me get started. But since you really cant help it, im getting started anyway. First of all I'm not even really in Ranchi, i live 15 km away. so I'm still a lot of cash away from the closest thing that I have to a city nearby. And yes, theres no McDonalds, no Pizza Hut, no subway and the list can go on. But there is freedom, cheap booze and other inebriants. And very few people of the fairer sex. (Atleast ones I can converse with.)

Im not in Bombay enough to tell you what I dont like about it, but Im also not there long enough to feel at home. I go there, have a hell of a good time and then get the fuck out. Maybe its just the familiarity that makes me want to call Bombay home, but I cant can I? Its just not true.

So where do I belong?

It might be extremely self important of me to think that I'm the only one who goes through this dilemma, but what the hell, this is my blog, these are my thoughts, which for some reason I type out for the whole world to see.

I want to go home.

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Now playing: A Perfect Circle - The Hollow

Now Feeling : Homesick. Does that apply. And my knee still hurts. Its been 2 bleeding months almost.

Now Reading : I should be studying Data Structures in C++, but I'm reading Wigu.