the bearded man

I was on my way home and found myself walking alone on a lonely road near my house. Apart from me, the only two other people on the road were both men.

One was a 20-something old guy wearing what I call 'hero fit trousers' (a desi variation of bell bottoms) and a tapori style shirt while the other man must have been in his mid-thirties was wearing a kurta and lungi, had a flowing beard and a religious skull cap on his head.

In my warped universe, I began wondering which one of the two would be more likely to attack me.

I write this with a heavy heart and a heavier conscience.

Stinkerbell

i stink.

I do and there's nothing nobody can say that will change the fact that I stink.

The temprature is disgustingly high and I'm wearing a wool typa thing on top with a shawl. The result? I stink. No designer perfume, no cheap deo, no nothing can change the fact that I stink :D

Why? let's just say I had precisely 3 and a half minutes to get dressed and this is the only reasonalby decent outfit I could find.

Anyway at least it's better to have body odour rather than soul odour (!?!?!?!?) like many people i know i have! ok maybe that's a bit harsh but I'm thoroughly disappointed with someone. Can't name the person for obvious reasons (this is why i hate blogging - refer to earlier post) but all i'm gonna say is that insecurities can ruin friendships.

On a brighter note, my outfit is ready! yay! looked kinda nice i think :)
wonder if I'll still get any verbal appreciation... ;-)

oh boy..just caught a whiff of..myself..and i think i'm gonna pass out! ahahhaahhahahahhaa
oh god i cannot believe I'm discussing all this here.....how gross am I?!! all those who know me who are reading this - I will kill you if you bring this up with me. KINDLY IGNORE.

Freaked

A guy who I did not know existed before today asked me how come I had switched mobile phones (I was carrying Akshay's swanky 3230 all last month and am now back to my sweet lil 6610i).

I was zapped. Who was this guy? Why had I never noticed him? I'm usually quite perceptive and try to be as friendly as I can (though i'm wary of his type - how rude!!)...but the whole thing left me wondering - do we really know the people we spend 8 hours of our days with!?

Over the last few months Ive discovered that the minute you scratch the surface, people have such complex and interesting lives. On the surface they are just regular people but inside...get a load of this..Last week I discovered:

- a cultish religion
- a sad childhood
- a couple about to elope

......all at my workplace

cool huh?

abracadabra!

let's face it, i'm not a regular blogger. I think I just feel...*funny* putting all my thoughts in the public domain. I do have a crappy journal (the old fashioned kind) where I pour my heart out...it's just this swanky online thing that makes me uncomfortable.

How do you all do it?