Oct 31, 2004

Me and Xander

I've got too many things to write about and I don't know where to start. I think I'll start with a huge huge thing happening to my life. I had another chat session yesterday with Xander.

Our history is very complicated. We met about 5 years back when my friend S introduced Xander to me. Back then, Xander and S were in a slutty college band which played covers of boybands and pop songs. Xander was a rapper/vocalist who was not too much interested in rock. That was because he had never heard enough to get interested.

It was a practice session for their college rock show and they wanted some advice. I was much better off than either in guitar and musical theory. Naturally, I helped them out with chords and melodies etc. I was getting bored doing this and wanted them to do something more rockish. But no one was interested enough.

During this apparently inconsequential session, S. asked me if he could let Xander borrow my guitar. I said it is fine. He took my guitar and I didn't see him for some time.Another show came up in their college. S. took my drumset, tambourine and another guitar. At that time I was having a busy time with my studies in med school and I didn't have time to practice or jam.

A few months passed by and I needed my gear back. I called S. up and asked him to bring the stuff back home. S. said he will bring it soon. Even after a few weeks, no signs of him returning. I went and talked to S. about it. S. said that there was a problem. Most of the stuff was with other bandmates from college (including Xander) and they refused to return it.

I insisted. Finally I got back my stuff, not all of it though. The drum set was damaged. My tambourine was gone and only one guitar was back. The guitar with Xander had not yet arrived. I was in rage after this and I bursted out to S. He said he was helpless and couldn't help me repair the stuff.

I was very disappointed. But still I didn't have my guitar back from Xander. I hated Xander then. I demanded S. that he should bring the guitar home whatever happens. In another months time, after numerous phone calls as reminders, he brought the guitar back.

I was relieved. But I still hated Xander.

Then, came my big mid-life-crisis. It involved S. and was a huge misunderstanding. It is too long to write about here. In summary, I lost my trust in S. I realized that S. was making excuses all the while for not taking care of my gear. This meant that Xander was not responsible for not giving back the guitar.

A few months passed. I began my internship. I was enjoying life. One day, at a restaurant, I was handed over a fly about a gig in town. I decided to go to the gig. I was without company and had high hopes.

But two songs into the gig I felt rotten. It was gospel rock and it didn't sound great. I hated the lyrics and once the vocalist asked everyone to stand up and clap while should "We serve the lord..." or something of that sort, I thought I had enough of this.

I rushed out and noticed that there were three others who went out along with me. The one in the middle was Xander! I went and met him. I was very happy. We decided on meeting sometime later to jam.

I'll continue the story tomorrow...

Oct 30, 2004

Gayness and finger ratio

Go read this first!

This is the second time in a week that studies based on finger lengths have gained relevance to my life. If you have gone to the link, you'll make sense out of this. My index finger is relatively smaaaaal compared to my ring finger!

In 24 hours

  • It was a wonderful night yesterday with a cocktail dinner at a club for surgeons from our city. The case presentations and the discussion held afterwards were simply excellent.
  • During dinner, our Head of the Department came up to me and asked me if I want to change units at the hospital. I said I didn't want at first. Then, when I thought about it I thought I wasn't sure about this. I ended up being totally confused about this topic and asked around for opinion. This caused further confusion. I have asked him to give me two days time to make up my mind about this. I still don't know whether I should give away an opportunity work with Chuck.
  • I woke up to see Yasser Arafat's package outlined clearly in the front page of India's national newspaper, The Hindu. Not a bad start.
  • There was a cutie right beside Yasser Arafat. Very, very hot.
  • I went to the hospital to attend an interesting academic discussion.
  • Had a dull day at the OT.
  • Heard from a resident (that I hate the most) that our chief considers me as a role-model for residents. I'm not kidding! This happened. Apparently, my chief is really impressed by me.
  • Came back home to watch the final rites at the Nagpur test. I wish I could just instill in the batting skills of Parthiv Patel into either Ganguly or Yuvraj so as to get Patel off as 'keeper and to get some use from the latter two for Team India.
  • Chatted with my pal and bandmate Xander after a long time. He is now working as a 3D animator in the city which I'm starting my residency in 6 months' time. I'm very happy.
  • I find out that the place where his office is only 10 minutes from the hospital that I'll be working in. I'm ecstatic. This way, I have someone there with whom I can entrust my musical gear. This is awesome.
  • I make him listen to my latest song fearing the fact that the directions in which I and he have gone in our songwriting careers have created a big gap which might be hard to bridge. But he ends up liking the song. He even thought that I sang well in it. He says that I've a good voice. I'm thrilled to my subtlest senses!
  • I'm beaming in the evening while attending an academic session at the hospital. I am very happy to inform Chuck and Ray about the developments.
  • Finally, I and Ray end up watching King Arthur in the second show. It is a good movie.

It has been a wonderful day. A day which probably gives me a definitive direction in the future. I think I can harbor hopes of a good band career with Xander!

Oct 29, 2004


Yes. I'm going to break the big news concerning chuck. Brace yourself...

Chuck is going to get married soon! If you remember, I covered for Chuck because he had to leave for some place in an emergency. He had indeed gone to check out the girl.

For those of you who cannot make sense of what I meant by the phrase 'check out the girl', remind yourself that I live in India where arranged marriages are still considered as the rule. And this is how an arranged marriage would go.

The father and mother of the man/woman would consider matrimonial sections from newspapers, magazines, internet etc. From these sources, they would take the horoscopes of both the sides and compare. In the case of a match, they would enquire about each others' family background. If they find it alright, the parents would talk over on the phone. Finally if they seem to be okay to each other, they (the parents) plan to meet. If the sets of parents don't mind each other too much, they would eventually arrange for a meeting of the man and woman who would be marrying. This is the function that I meant by checking out.

Back to Chuck; he liked the girl. The two sides like each other. Therefore, his marriage is almost fixed. All it needs is an official engagement ceremony to fix it officially.

He had broken this news to me on the day before he went. Now, most of our close friends know it. And that is why I'm able to tell you.

If you want to know how I feel about it. Umm, I don't know. Really. First of all, I don't believe in arranged marriages. Then about kinda losing a friend, or at least the prospect of losing out on some quality friends-time with Chuck is saddening. But I think I should be happy for Chuck. Chuck is happy because he wants his parents to be happy. Therefore, he doesn't mind getting married even though, personally, he would want to marry only after he finishes his residency.

Oct 28, 2004

The story of self destruction

This has got to be really sad. My friend J., who is only 25, had an episode of epistaxis (bleeding from the nose) last week. He lost about 100 ml of blood in the first episode which subsided with nasal packing. He had another episode in the night which was less severed. He got his blood pressure checked. It was 120 over 180 mm of Hg. His blood test have returned to be normal and he doesn't give a history of any trauma/picking to the nose.

What his means that it is a Hypertensive epistaxis. He is a chronic smoker for about 10 years and smokes 1 to 2 packs per day.

All these years, I've been trying to get him off this dirty habit. Many a times, I've felt like a loser because of my unsuccesful efforts.

Oct 27, 2004

Index finger length and penile length

This has got to be one of the most interesting stories that I've read in the past few months. There is an article about correlation of penile length with that of the index finger. Go check it out.

From now on, I'll take a vow that I would carefully scrutinize the hands of all hot patients in the hospital! ;)

The only bad thing about this article is that it has destroyed my fantasies about penis length and girth increasing with age and some other body measurements. I usually go by these; thickness of forearms, wrists and fingers for penile girth.

"Age and (body measurements) were not associated with the size of the genitalia, excluding the index finger length, which correlated significantly with the dimensions of the flaccid, maximally stretched, penis," the report indicates.

Oct 26, 2004

This boy needs to be shot

I am very excitable when it comes to cricket. I usually follow Cricket Test matches, especially those involving India, as much as time permits. These days I'm not being able to catch most of the live action. But whatever I get to see is disappointing. Parthiv Patel, supposedly one of the bright young talents in Indian cricket, doesn't deserve to be playing in the senior eleven.

He needs to be shot on the stadium after he grounds yet another important catch/stumping. I know this may sound too radical. But isn't that the only option. The captain, coach and the selectors cannot figure out the fact that India can win more test matches if it gets a better 'keeper.

Oct 25, 2004

Still suspended

It is only a couple of days or so before I can break you the huge news concerning Chuck. The day was dull except for more developments on the Chuck-front.

I'm getting sick and tired of working with lazy residents. The day when I covered for Chuck, I had a great time working with the residents in his unit. The atmosphere is so different here; indifferent would be a proper word.

Chuck is already breaking the news to his closest friends. That means that I can breathe a sigh of relief because I had told Ray about this even after Chuck ordered against this. Finally when Chuck broke it to him, Ray acted splendidly to avoid any uneasy moments.

Things that happend in under 24 hours

  • Chuck gave me the details about something which I can't write about. It is pretty humongous. Even by my gay standards.
  • I watched a Roger Moore Bond flick on Television. The name is 'The Man with a Golden Gun'. To my surprise, it was much better than the Sean Connery films with the Sean Connery part out. I mean, Roger Moore is no way as hot Sean when it comes to Gay sex appeal. The movie had some pretty gross scenes which were funny and highly unforgettable. Mr. Moore is shown twisting the Sumo wrestler's *loin-cloth* hard enough to make him pass out due to pain and fears of impotence for the rest of his life and thereby, helping to release the round-the-body squeeze grip that the wrestler used to stop Moore from going inside the villain's bungalow. There is another scene where 007's girl friend Good Night accidentally pushes a button with her buttocks (while bending down to watch her man in action)and thereby, inadvertently triggering a mechanism which concentrates the suns engery into to a 400 degree beam which might have vaporized Mr. Bond had he not been fast enough in his efforts to save the world.
  • My unit chief openly admitted that he trusted me more than most of the residents in the unit. I felt like I was kissing Gabriel Garcia Marquez (who is the latest entry to my WHILTHS List. I have to admit that being an elderly male writer with monstrous fame is good enough to get an entry into the list. But Mr. Marquez is SO physically hot!
  • Gabriel Garcia Marquez got entry into the prestigious "With Him, I'd Like To Have Sex" (WHILTHS) List. There was an article about him in the newspaper with a photograph. Our maid servant had to spend extra hours to wipe the floor clear of all the drool.
  • Three reasons why Mr. Marquez is on the list

  • I made it to an special category of human beings; those who can take more than 40 push ups in one go. I did 41 today. I had a great work out in the morning. I have upgraded my dumbells to 9 from 7 kg. I'm almost ready for the 11 kg dumbells.
  • I cracked a wonderfully straight joke at the Operation Theatre the other day. My straight image is so well glorified now.
  • My cousin spent 12 hours at my home using the computer. He was preparing for an exam. During that time period.
    • Time spent with him : 46 minutes

    • Time spent talking to him : 22 minutes

    • Time spent talking to him about computers : 19 minutes

    • Time spent talking to him about him : 1 minute

    • Time spent talking to him about me : 2 minutes

    • Time spent talking to him while looking at him : 32 seconds

  • Another random list of stuff
    • Number of times someone made fun of me of lacking muscular mass : 2
    • Number of times someone said that I've gained weight : 2
    • Number of times I felt good about having gained weight : 1
    • Number of times that I felt depressed after learning that I had gained fat and not muscle : 2

A big secret

I'm sorry. I cannot break the secret yet. It is about Chuck and it is huge. It is so huge that it is going to change his life forever. I, being his close friend, can expect huge changes in my life as well.

I don't think that anyone who I know personally (other than Ray and May) are reading this. But May still doesn't know anything about it. So I can't post it here.

Oct 24, 2004

I'm good

I should confess that I'm very satisfied with myself. I think I have succesfully passed the test. The first 24 hour shift was busy. I didn't sleep until 8AM the next morning. Had a 3 hour nap. And I felt totally fine until the first half of next day's duty. Chuck relieved me then. But even then, I thought I could safely negotiate the further 12 hours.

This is very important regarding the future. I would be working like a dog when I start my residency next year. I think I'm preparing myself well for it.

Oct 22, 2004


Here it comes! I'm going to test myself out for fitness/temperament
for working as a resident in a leading institution from next year
onwards. Actually, I'm going to take a back to back 24 hours duty
through the weekend extending to Monday afternoon.

I'm covering for Chuck in the first 24 hour duty. Chuck had to go
somewhere to do something. I can't divulge more right now.

The rest of the duty is mine. I hope to feel alright after the
whole thing. I wouldn't like to let myself down!


It's about 2 kilometers to the hospital from my home. Once I get to the highway from the lane that I live in, it is a breezy ride till I turn off on a side-road which takes me to another highway on the side of which lies my hospital. This side-road is formed by convergence of two slopes and is about 1.2 km in length.

This side-road goes across a thickly populated residential area of the town. New houses come up everyday on its sides. As part of this, people just dig up the road to lay the pipes for water supply. This makes the road full of full length gutters, pits, pot-holes etc. A ride on it on my battered scooter is enough to give an average middle aged Indian to develop Intervertebral Disc Prolapse.

The corporation and the government is generous enough to repair the road every year as part of some silly election campaign or something of that sort. This year, there have been two such repairs. Probably because the number of potholes seemed to be a lot more than last years. The last one was only a week back.

You can't imagine how good it felt when I went to the hospital about a week back without worrying too much about potholes. I was hoping that it would remain so for at least one or two months.

Now - in the last 5 days, 4 full-length gutters have been created thanks to the wonderful set of civilians! Can it be more disgusting?

Oct 21, 2004

'A Line of Beauty'

Things that could brighten up my day.

  • Lots of sex.

  • A good book.

  • A good day out with friends.

  • Getting credit for my work from patients.

  • Coming to know that I have a chance to win a personal copy of Alan Hollinghurst's 'A Line of Beauty' which won the prestigious Booker Prize for the year 2004.

Yes! A couple of weeks back, I entered a competition to guess the Booker Prize winner at the Briish Library in my town. I chose 'A Line of Beauty'. Don't think that I had read the books before and judged that Hollinghurst's gay themed novel deserved to win the prize. It's just because my friend R., who is much more educated about authors and novels than myself, suggested that this book had a better chance than others.

Now that I'm in the running for the prize, I am in a very happy mood. I don't know why such a apparently silly thing could lit up myself from a couple of days of depression.

Maybe it is not just the book. I had a good day at the Surgery yesterday. And, I feel ashamed to commit this in public, I saw a huge, magnificently sculptured penis; something that could compete with those on porn sites.

Oct 20, 2004


I was feeling down in the last couple of days. I couldn't find a proper reason why. Something to do with the general feeling of not doing anything productive in the academic/music fields.

Sometimes, when I listen to the radio or when I watch TV, I'm inspired to the core to work on some music. Something original. The ideas will come. But where is the time? To sit and compose something unique, something extra-ordinary and to record it. Damn, I need to make something new.

Chaos @ schedules

I'm in trouble again. I have so many things to do. I don't have
enough time. I think I need to quit doing something in order to make
time for the things that I give higher priorties. I think these are
the things that should cut down first.

  • Internet time
  • TV viewing
  • Movies

And I should get back my schedules to some sort of normalcy. More
sleep in the night time.

Oct 19, 2004

Shame on me

Yesterday, I scooted hospital. I wanted a break. I woke up late. Finished a lot of pending chores. Spent time reading books/newspapers. It should have been a good day.

But it turned out to be bad. As I had expected it to be. That is because I feel bad when I don't go to hospital as a part of 'relaxing'. This feeling got worse when the chief of the unit which I work in said that this the first time that I had acted 'lazy'; like the other residents!

Shame on me.

Oct 18, 2004

Bride and Prejudice

Gurinder Chaddha (I hope I got the name correct) has suddenly turned herself into an idiot. Or so it may seem if you decide to watch her latest movie 'Bride and Prejudice'. The whole movie is rotten. The cast, the screenplay, the songs, the choreography... I could go on and on.

The only thing which is worth remembering from the movie is the comical portrayal of a couple of Baywatch-esque life guards howling with their arms extended as part of the backup in a song in the movie. What it reminded me was an episode on MAD TV featuring a Baywatch type story.

Oct 17, 2004


On the day before I went for the tour, my friend R gave me this book to read; J. M. Coetzee's 'Disgrace', the winner of the 1999 Booker Prize. When I started reading it I thought it was very interesting. It had some additional relevance for me as the protagonist was an elderly professor who had a happening, but promiscous sex life. The story is based in South-Africa and had a Sugar Daddy ring to it.

I took the book with me on the tour and kept reading while I was travelling. And I couldn't keep it down. I finished it today morning. And I thought it was truly wonderful. I am very happy now.

First of all, it is something like 3 years since I read a book without much of a break. My late teenage and first few years in medschool were full of such sprees. Of late, I have not been able to. I don't know why. Maybe it is because I have a lot more of hobbies to attend to. Computers, music, movies etc weren't around then.

The point is that life as it is at present, does not give me the chance to read books like this although I so wish it did. Having said that, I've already started on another novel; '1984' by George Orwell.

Oct 16, 2004

To the Queen

I'm about to start for another weekend tour; this time it is for a
conference at the city known as the Queen of the Arabian sea. I hope
to have a great time! See you all in two days!


It's not often that I post thrice in a day. But this deserves the third post.

Superman was feeling bored after a long break of crime fighting and wanted to go out and party. He called Batman to ask if he wanted to go to a club & pick up some young girls. Batman said Robin was ill & he had to look after him. A little disappointed, Superman "SMS" Spiderman to see if he fancied a few beers but Spiderman said he had a date with Catwoman. As a last resort, Superman flew over to Wonderwoman's apartment to see if she was free. As he landed on her balcony, he saw Wonderwoman naked on the bed with her legs open and her eyes closed. Superman thought to himself, "So exotic, should I or shouldn't I ...wait ...I'm faster than a speeding bullet! I can be in there, have sex & out again before she knew what happened." So Superman did his super thing in a split second and flies off happily. Meanwhile on the bed, Wonderwoman said, "What is going on? Did you hear anything ...?" Invisible-Man replied, "No! But....... my ASS hurts like hell!"

Oct 15, 2004

Asexuality hits humans

By golly - Check this out!


The following passage will only make sense if you go visit the link given above.

Two days before I committed an unforgivable error. In an episode of Will and Grace, I failed to pick up the fact that a woman, who looked so alike Madonna, was Madonna! I realized it after Ray asked me if I saw the episode with Madonna. I said "Yeah, I saw the show. But that isn't Madonna. In fact, she is supposed to look like Madonna. There were a lot of jokes with regard to music industry in the episode. But that doesn't mean that the woman is Madonna herself!"

Pondering as to why my faculty of judgement suddenly stranded me, I came to realize that the image of Madonna that I had in mind - sloppy, dumb, boring, straight pop singer who danced like she was trying to attract apes - was the problem. In the episode, her role was totally different. She was funny, snappy, interesting and lesbian.

Now, my judgment couldn't be any wronger! Madonna is asexual? She would prefer curling up with a book instead of a stud? Whew! What has the world come to?

Gayness inherited

A couple of tough days at the hospital kept me away from blogging.
But I'm not keeping myself quiet now that I have some free time. The
coolest thing about yesterday was an href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3735668.stm">article on
the BBC about the inheritance of homosexuality.

There are stuff in there which I want to make a few people on the
surface of the earth read and decide. Right now, I want Chuck to read
it. He still thinks that homosexuality is a perversion. Even though he
accepts that he has a gay friend, he still likes to think of it as a

Oct 12, 2004

The agony begins

Today, my braces got 'activated' officially. What this means is that I'll have a dull aching pain till these come off. Right now, the pain is practically non-existent. It is only when you try to bite/chew with the teeth in brackets that I have pain.

On the positive side, I'm trying to break my push-up records. 38 is my record which I have equalled today. I'll try to improve it to 40 in two days.

At the seminar

I went to a seminar regarding biomaterials used in clinical
surgical practice. There was a lecture from a famous German surgeon on
the various devices available for use. At the end of the lecture,
there was a session for clearing doubts among the audience.

I had a doubt. When I got the opportunity, I stood up and asked the
question. The question made sense to everyone present at the seminar
except this German professor. He said he couldn't understand my
question. I repeated my question again. I tried rephrasing it as well.
By this time the professor, who until then appeared pleasant and
comfortable, looked uneasy and grumpy. He finally sort of shrugged
away from answering properly.

At the end I felt bad. Afterall, he was a good looking man about 50
years of age.

Oct 11, 2004

Special sentence

Check out this sentence...

"I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing
handwriting nevertheless, extraordinary pharmaceutical
intellectuality, counterbalancing indecipherability,
transcendentalizes intercommunications incomprehensibleness."

"The person who formulated this sentence must be a vocabulary wizard.

"If you read the sentence carefully. . .

"In the sentence every Nth word is N letters long, e.g. 3rd word is 3
letters long, 8th word is 8 letters long and so on...

Oct 10, 2004

Pussy Galore and the Air Circus

I cannot stop laughing. It's been about an hour since the Bond
movie Goldfinger finished on TV. Why? Because of the terminology used
in the movie. The charming lady who is seduced by agent 007 is called
Pussy Galore! What a name! I wonder if they purposefully chose the
name ditching a thousand others. By the way, she is the chief trainer
of a group of pilots called 'Air Circus' who work for the bad-man in
the movie.

I decided to watch the movie because I thought Sean Connery's voice
and dialogues could provide me enough fodder for pleasing myself for a
week or so; until the next movie in a weeks time. I must admit that it
was disappointing. Except for one scene with (guess who) Pussy Galore
who flied Mr. Bond across the atlantic in a personalized jet which she
pilots. Bond suggests in the huskiest of voices 'We can make this
flight unforgettable.'. And Ms. Pussy Galore replies 'Save your
charms, Mr. Bond. I'm a professional and I'm on duty.'

Had I been Ms. Pussy Galore (even better as Mr. Dick Aplenty), I
would have answered 'Certainly, Mr. Bond.'

On a side note: I really loved the musical score of Kill Bill Vol.
1. Did anyone else like that too?

"Remember that if men were not meant to be sucked, their bodies
wouldn't have come with a nozzle!" - A Gay

Oct 9, 2004

Kill Bill Vol.1 > Kill Bill Vol.2

I watched Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2 in 24 hours. I took a pirated DVD
of the former and watched the latter in the theatre.

The title is self-explanatory. I liked the first volume of Kill
Bill better than vol. 2. But not by a whole lot much. And I didn't
think that Kill Bill vol.2 sucked. There are great surprises in the
movie and it is worth watching.

Uma Thurman is really hot and pretty. This is one woman who I guess
I would have liked to have sex with had I been straight. I don't know
what is her strong point. I must confess that almost all throughout
the movie, I kept staring inside the mouth of Uma. I think she has a
great set of teeth.

I had gone to the movie with Ray. He enjoyed Vol. 2 even better than me.

Another cool thing I did today - I went to the library and checked
out the Booker Prize long listed books. I read the first few pages of
a few of the books. Two of them were revolting!

A sad sad thing also happened today. I was sending a link of my
last recorded song to my friend. Then I realized that it has been over
45 days since I wrote/recorded a song.

Oct 8, 2004

Oh my super-intelligent-alien, I have *straight* porn on my computer!

First of all, let me clarify the the title of the post.

I am an atheist. Therefore, I am a little uncomfortable to even use
the word 'God'. Since one of the commonest phrases to convey the
feeling of surprise has 'God' in it, I always think twice before
saying it. Sometimes, I start off saying the phrase and then try to
fade it off. I'm a little more conscious of its use in

My efforts to find an alternative word were futile until I saw the
move Alien Vs. Predator. The story hinges on the concept that a
species of super-intelligent-aliens come to planet earth. They teach
human beings everything. And the human beings worshipped them in
return. Basically, these super-intelligent-aliens are what the what we
refer to as God.

Not that I didn't know about this concept. I have read enough of
Asimov/Clarke to know this from my adolescence. Now this is helping me
out. Henceforth, I can comfortably use the phrase; at least on my

The other day, Ray was using my computer. I was showing him a
website with a cool shock-wave animation. To load the page which I had
viewed before, I used my Mozilla Firefox's History option. And there
it was! A dozen desi *straight* porn sights up in the front!

Ray looked at me in a puzzled way. I was shocked to death. Then the
answer came to me. My friend S. has been using my computer to browse
through *straight* porn sites. That is without me knowing it. He comes
when I'm away at the hospital and says to my folks that he needs to
check mail. And he commits the unpardonable sin of watching *straight*

I don't know what to do. I think I have to talk to him about it. I
don't know the reason why I don't like some of my friends using my

Oct 7, 2004

The Tree of Life

This is what my friend J wrote recently.

Life is a tree of decisions.

The difference between two people at any given time boils down to
whether one looks down the mouth or up the arse.

In any case, the next decision one has to make is whose mouth and whose arse.
Then there is the implementation part of how to interconnect one mouth
to an arse.

Once all of these are decided, life becomes a matter of moving from
mouth to arse to mouth or vice versa.

Then again, it is the same thing.

It is the perspective that makes the difference.

Pretty cool!

Oct 5, 2004

More plans

I have been harboring elaborate plans to convert myself into a hunk. Most of them have bitten dust. But I see a ray of hope now. A couple of my friends have started going to gym last week. I have decided to join them. It would be one momentous moment in my gay life; when I step into a professional gym!

I have other plans as well. I plan to take an educational loan and buy myself

  • A laptop

  • A portable mp3 player

  • An electric guitar

  • An FX unit

  • A cube which can be used both for bass ang electric guitars

  • A digital camera

Music has been practically out of my system for the last three weeks. That stupid argument has laid my spirits low. I need some inspiration to write songs. The topic most of often written about is 'love'. I don't have that in my life. Even if I had, I wouldn't be able to write love songs without directly conveying through the song that I was gay. This is tough!

Alien Vs. Predator

I expected the movie to be rotten. It wasn't. It was okay. I
attribute this to my sci-fi instincts. Of course there are a lot of
stupid things in the plot of the movie. But the general concept about
God = super-intelligent alien is sort of interesting.

These days, it has been raining a lot. That is the reason why I and
Ray walked for long stretches after the movie. The time spent walking
was worthwhile as we got to check out a few hot older men.

Oct 2, 2004

A perfect day

Finally, after 2 long weeks, I had a perfect day. I got up early and went for jogging. I came back home and read the newspapers before getting a shower. Then got dressed, ate well and reached hospital perfectly in time for a fully day duty.

Not surprisingly, the whole day went like a charm. I felt energetic all through out the day. I didn't eat like a pig at all in spite of the fact that I was due to have a heavy work hours ahead.

This sort of proves the point that exercise keeps you on your toes. And all these days, I have been thinking that lack of sleep would leave me tired.

Oct 1, 2004


Amongst the friends that I have, Ray and Chuck are different. Both prefer vegetarian dishes to non-veg stuff. Being with them, especially with Ray, means that I tend to have more vegetarian stuff when we go out to eat. This is a healthy trend for sure. And to be honest, I enjoy it.

Having said this, I really enjoy eating meat, eggs and fish. Fish my personal favorite. Amongst meats, it is Chicken > Mutton > Pork > Beef.

Oh, by the way, I'm supposed to be a total vegetarian. My religion and caste sub-classification means implies I should be one. But I have never been one. The reason is because the servant lady who used to take care of me during my childhood (when my Mom was away for work) used to give me eggs.

Back to vegetarianism - I really enjoy most of these veggie stuff. Especially those prepared well. That would be from good restaurants.

Today, I had a wonderful meal from a Vegetarian specialty restaurant by the hospital. I had a 'Coconut Oothappam'. It is one tasty dish. Go try it out!