The Unkindest Cut

Must read this story first

The Unkindest Cut


The time has come when decisions have to be made, real tough ones, decision which tell you that you are growing up! I must admit though that I'm not liking it.


I'm not Jewish, so I will probably not face what the guys faces in the story, but still I can imagine how things would be, when you don't know which decision to take, everything you do ends up (as Calvin would say) "lowering your popularity charts" in some quarter or the other. In the end you don't know what you want.

No longer is there a good decision and or a bad one. You just choose one, cross your fingers and pray it turns out right in the end, and preferably remember it with a pinch of humour later on.

Ssssssomebody sssstop me!

Can't help but boogie whenever "Money for Nothing" starts playing


i want my , i want my, i want my, MTVeeeeeeee!!!! [:D]

















Btw, Check this out

13 Photographs that changed the world

Pretty cool list, though I would say a few are missing (and no I'm not referring to the one above), most of those missing that are top of mind are mentioned by other people in the comments section.
Few of my favorites not covered in the site are:



Revolutionary, militant, youth icon, t-shirts, hero; all these words bring this image to my mind. The pic of Che in the list maybe more of an impact to world history, but Che to me is this.






The eyes, they do it every time, if you want the history of the pic look up Sharbat Gula, National Geographic.



Any of your favorites not covered?

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities."

Dr. Seuss

Barber Shop Musings

It’s amazing how some things change at a pace that leaves you breathless and unable to cope up with and at the same time, there are certain things in live that just refuse to budge. It’s like they have reached the state which physicists call equilibrium. One such things in my life is the little barber shop around the corner from my house. Walking into the shop is like walking into an oil painting that you keep hanging on your wall, it’s as if it’s frozen like that, unaffected by the forces of time and nature. It actually feels quite awkward if you come back to a place after a year or so and see the place exactly like the memory you went away with. The barber is the same, although there might have been a hint of baldness. He sits me down, I don’t have to say anything, he knows my style and starts off. It feels good to be recognized after you have been treated like an alien for the past few months.

The sounds that come drifting in just reinforce the feeling, kids playing on the grounds of a primary school behind the shop. If you see through the window behind the shop (you can always do that in a barber’s without having to turn around [:)] ) it feels like the same kids have been playing for the 10 years I have frequented to the shop (even though in the initial years I might have been one of the kids!).

As if to pay homage to my thoughts, after he’s done, the barber asks me for 6 rupees! 6 rupees!! He’s been charging me 6 rupees for a hair cut ever since that was half my pocket money! Hasn’t he heard of inflation?

I walk back to my house bewildered, confused and with a hair cut exactly the way I like it.