The Truth About Me-self

"Love Or Something Like It" Show me a bar with a good looking woman Then just get out of my way Turn on the jukebox, I'll show you a song you should play Sooner or later a few shots of Bourbon And I'll think of somethin' to say Whoa, I can take her or leave her I'd like to take her away. Liquor and music, a good combination If you've got love on the brain I never knew two women who acted the same Some want a drink first, and some want to just sit and talk Whoa, oh, it's two in the mornin' I'm running' and she wants to walk. Something's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain't free Love or somethin' like it's got a hold on me. That's when I asked her, my place or your place I hope I'm not out of line I asked the wrong thing, but just the right woman this time She knew a hotel, she even had a name we could sign Whoa, oh, the cheaper the grapes are, the sweeter the taste of the wine. Something's got a ho...

Ah, that truly represents how I feel like - tired, fatigues and laaa...zy! Morning I wake up thinking when I can hit the bed again and I go to sleep praying the night never ends. Only if I had less disturbing dreams, or better even no dreams at all. Maybe it's the hot climate! 

Three continuous off-days. Phew, I'm glad it's coming to an end. I've to endure another 15 more hours before I can be back in my office and attending to a dozen things that'll keep my brain ticking. No. Don't mistake me to be a workaholic. I'm not. It's just that I don't seem to have an active social or any other kind of life outside my office. I'm become to be scared of weekends because I've absolutely nothing left to do when I'm home. Yes I still watch a lot of movies but there's a limit to everything, isn't it? Six movies a day with at least four of them as back to back is all that I can afford on an off-day. This has never happened to me before. I mean, I used to be a man with varied interests and a weekend from work was something I always looked forward to in the past. I hangout with a dear friend or go for a long ride with my camera, or sit home and write a story, or... But now? What happened? How did I end up becoming like th...

It's been ages since I wrote something. Now my brain, my heart and my fingers are itching to write about something. Something... But what? About Sachin's retirement? About movies, music, technology? My knowledge is failing my brain, my heart and my fingers. I haven't read about anything in the past few months. I haven't even read the daily newspaper. What could come out of an empty mind? And so here I'm, waiting, falling apart, trying the best to squeeze out 'something' from me, which is not there!

Maybe these are just the gibberish of an empty mind. For two days I've been home-bound and bed-ridden with a terrible lower back pain. I can stand, I can walk, climb a flight of stairs but cannot descend, or sit in a chair for more than 10 minutes. I almost fainted with pain two days back when I came down the stairs of my home. It felt as if my back was about to snap at my waist. Ouch... Yesterday I went to an Ayurvedic doctor and he prescribed me three days of oil massage, complete bed rest and medication that is to be continued. I bore with the absolute boredom of staying put at home for two days, watching at least 6 movies through my temporary house arrest. But today I dared to carry my aching back out and here I'm at a favorite hangout sipping a favourite drink. I'm sitting on my one butt so as not to put strain on my spine and I guess, it's working just fine. Now, did I say anything like "gibberish" at the beginning of this post? Ah! I no longer make ...