For lack of anything worthwhile to do we went to see a Kareoke performance in Silicon Valley last night. Organized by a local Hindi radio station it had the independence day theme so it said. We fully expected to see the expat community in droves (who also had nothing better to do although I suspect a lot of them had been looking forward to this get together based on how made up they were) getting tickled pink as the others pointed out how wonderful they looked. For disclaimer other than our skinny kid we are well rounded individuals and I mean it and proud of it - we could be a character of a spy novel where one easily blends in the crowd - thats us. The majority of the bell curve public is glamorous. The facebook extension is to see these people meet in person and take off. Some overheard excerpts included - Ee tu masst distye - barrik zali solid - translated - you have wonderfully and substantially thinned out (while retaining some solids in your anatomy). Wow what a dr...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!