The Truth About Me-self

Hm! Been away for a while now. And I doubt how much I can blog from now on. I'm planning to move to a new place with a new job and stuff. Not that I got a new job. I'm still on a job hunt. Things're not moving as I planned. As I mentioned in an earlier post, my motorcycle was ceased by the cops 'coz I didn't have the relevant papers to prove my ownership of the vehicle. The thing is that I lost it on my way on a long ride and the cops and officials are just having a good time screwing my happiness. I've been trying to get a duplicate of the papers from the authorities for about a month and odd. People are simply so unresponsive and heartless. My bike's at a police station about 400kms from my home and I've been traveling up and down almost every other weekend for a while now. I agree that driving my bike without the relevant papers was not right. But the attitude of the cops sucks big time. Each time I visit them, they ask me to produce some other docume...

This is not the first time someone's telling me that my taste for things are ancient. Yesterday, my boss was commenting on my taste for music. I was playing ' Carpenters ' at the office and he walks in to feel transported to an age he long forgot. He stands there mesmerised by the voice of Karen and taps his heels to the tunes of Richard's piano. He stands there lost in a musical reverie only to shrug himself out of it and say, "My God, this guy... I can't believe someone still listens to Carpenters!" I felt very happy at his words as I don't find too many people who shares my taste for music. But my joy was short lived. "Why do you keep listening to such old stuff? You should be listening to 'Black Eyed Peas ' and the kind", he says. I don't understand this. Why should my age be a criteria to decide what kind of music I listen to? I've always loved soft rock, pop and blues and the kind. Heavy metals and rap music make...