have nothing to say, will say it anyway

Things don't turn out quite the way you'd expect them to. I've got a big bunch of notes which adds up to,oddly, nothing. So I'll ramble on, like in the song, which is, my yo-cousin informs me, about Frodo.
Dilbert strips amaze me. It took me some time to see that it's all real. Everything that happens to Dilbert or any of the characters is like a snapshot out of someone's office/life. mine too sometimes : it takes about three statements/assignments/questions from my pointy-haired to stop me dead in my tracks and make me sit in a zombie-daze and drool away. And this is
usually accomplished well before lunch. have to bone up on dilbert strategy.
Was thinking back about the shows in college. Grudgingly had to admit that I am never going to climb onto a stage to play stuff in this life.
Saw lightning streak across the sky y'day evening, silvery fingers on dark blue. heard the thunder rumble in the distance,heard the gods clearing their throats.
While it rains , if one listens carefully, one can hear/feel them laughing silently.
Talking of dilbert, C&H is one thing that lays out life's questions very neat and clean. Bill's hidden agenda must've been imho something to do with philosophy. And wisely, he made it a comic strip 'coz , well, grown-ups are _such_ kids at times.
so many times.
They say "..language is an instrument of human reason, and not merely a medium for the expression of thought. "
Language is a tool. OK, analogy - a spanner produces a tightened nut. Language produces reason. Does that
sound similiar ?
Then, did man start thinking before language came about or after ?
Gotta run, will take this further later. If I sound stoopid, then it's the samosas I had at tea time that messed up my brain-circuits.

Quote : Every reader should ask himself periodically "Toward what end, toward what end?" -- but do not ask it too often lest you pass up the fun of programming for the constipation of bittersweet philosophy - Alan J Perlis

It's always sunny in froogy-land

but no one seems to be interested in my pic.so will take it off .
am trying to pass off as a un*x person today , so typing in lower case
today, in case you were wondering...
the heavens have smiled. a wodehouse for 10 bucks,indian. it's one
of those tales which has sir roderick glossop disguised as a butler.
a silent thanks to the local raddiwala, so undiscerning, gobluhsissoul!!
am at an annoying phase at work now. my tasks keep changing so fast
that i'm getting dizzy. the whole thing might come apart at the seams
any time now. then i'll be free of this zoo. like smith .
youth holds such terrible potential that even the Gods stand back
in awe.that potential,if not put to use, wears down the holder.
like, among so many other things ( i'd like to use the above line later )
being stuck in a job that makes you do boring stuff. sin,definitely.
the pal is here. and good stuff that cheers and inebriates floweth forth nicely.
link to his blog here .
so many thoughts i want to pen down but they scamper like mice
so signing off for the day

quote for the day : i am Joe's complete lack of surprise

all hands to the bottle ( see inside )

the weekend holds promise. and spirits. a friend will turn up.
and the glass shall re-appear.
evenings with Kishore Kumar and/or Rafi. and a few couplets from
Ghalib.a touch of PJs and some lime.
and whiffs of smoke over evening chai. absolute timepass.
is there a better thing in this world ?

quote ( mine )
man is born free, but everywhere he is among monkeys

quote ( movie )
everything is a copy of a copy of a copy

quote ( copied from Zen quotes from Stephen Wright )
on the other hand, we've other fingers

quote ( another Zen one )
A Zen master once said to me, "Do the opposite of whatever I tell you." So I didn't.

quote of the day
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Plum

t'was sunday.
having gone to sleep after a lunch that could have beached a whale,
I came to and found that the sun had raised its tent and stolen away.

oh perish !! if anything were to fill the soul with a dark damp cold,
it is but wasted sunlight. ( For whom does the Sun shine, if not for me ...? )
The situation called for a remedy mot juste - in other words,
a P.G Wodehouse book ( pronounced Woodhouse, not Woadhouse ).
If anything can bring the cheery glow and crackle of a warm fireplace
to a the cold damp dark cell that passes for the soul,
it is a Wodehouse book, trust me.

my pic

Here it be

spontaneity

sorry, gotta run