Booze baby!

This is a special blog... a fuckin special blog - You know why, everytime I write something in this blog im in one of those extreme states of mind.

So I finished my masters and just as soon as I was about to enjoy the big set of 'A's i got, yeah - I rocked it I got all 'A's..., the economy got behind me with a long bamboo. So I ran from it and joined a consultancy. I hated this so much... soo very much that I feel like im taking refuge in a fuckin nazi concentration camp. (I just love my metaphors!)

After a few months of playing in the kids ground filled with 'sand retarded', I finally decided to indulge myself in a very personal booze party (getting the idea of this blog being my special blog?). You know BLOB means a binary large object... DB stuff... Im drunk... hou asksu salku, aspoi aoiusd - oiasdlkjsd; soidkj... (get it?)

There were a few thoughts in my min that i want to type away before I lose it...

Fucking indian government has the reservation system which leads to capable people working in call centers while uncapable spastic retards (Swear words I learnt from Rana) get the opportunities. And now that im in the US bloody A, I want to put my situation in a very picturesque way... Its like you run behind a pussy with an erect dick and just as soon as you get within a feet of it you there are other 1000 people running towards it. Just immediately after that a voice from the skies say 'you guys shall not get any pussy' (the voice from the skies has done a course in RE {RE=requirement Engineering, retard}). And then I reached my refuge...

My love life has gone missing somewhere by the way... I just lost it! (Im so frustrated that I laugh at myself)

now that I started thinking of minds and state of mind and philosophy... Lemme get a bit deeper into it....

Every single bastard in this earth is a sadist. They just take sadistic pleasure in feeling sad... That is kind of the unintended theme of my blog... the name is kinda metaphorical which goes with the theme. People just love weaving a cocoon of sadness around them... it makes them feel enclosed... It feels good being constricted in an enclosure (ref, John locke, Claire - Lost). Im one of those extreme types who wants to put my loved ones in my cocoon... My babe didn't like it in there...

Ok... im loosing my high... Im gonna have another shot of that good liquor... I first tasted this in fatty's place... it was awesome...