I have been having the wierdest dreams possible the last few days. The worst part is that i seem to recollect exactly what went on during the dream and I still remember this dream i had this early morning just before i got up. The whole dream seemed to have been going on for hours and whats intriguing to me is that rational part of my brain ( i know.. existence of it questionable) seems to have made some efforts in being a active part of the dream. It seems very surreal and even worse, the dream enacts like a bollywood movie with flashbacks and all.. Am i making sense? Guess not. Well, let me tell you what i dreamt this morning.

I was lying on the beach, washed up by the waves, clothes in tatters and bleeding from the multiple gun shot wounds. When i open my eyes, I see the first light of dawn creaking up on the horizon. I am in pain but feel numb all over as i dont really know what has happenned to me. As the sun slowly comes up, i begin to realise that i am bleeding and the i have been shot in my abdomen, and there is a gun shot wound to my left arm right below my tattoo, a bullet seems to have made some mark on my left cheek, a wond on my right thigh.. Man does thig guy who shot me know how to aim? i ask myself.. I feel thirsty.. ..end of dream.. I wake up.. I look around me.. I take a swig of water from the bottle next to my bed and go back to sleep.. feeling totally wierd. Did i just dream up the scene almost similar to Bourne identity?

A few minutes of sleep and then my dream gets back on track. This time i am in a hospital, waiting in line to be treated. Why the hell am i waiting in line while i am bleeding i have no clue.. but then next thing i remember i collapse on the ground and when i wake up i am in a room and all instruments around me. A cute nurse walks in... man.. my dreams do know whats fun for sure :p She sees me awake and gives me a big smile.. I try hard to smile back. She talks to me.. dont remember what.. i sure did enjoy it in the dream. I remember asking for water and the next thing i know, i am awake and i take another swig of water from my bottle. I lay awake for a while trying to recollect whats going on with this dream and slowly fall asleep.

My dream gets me back and this time, i am in the beach with a few friends of mine and i seem to be making an effort to figure out who shot me. I ask myself how i landed in this beach now and i go on a flashback where i am discharged from the hospital. The cute nurse is nowhere to be seen. I get helped into the car by my mom. And i go to her house and enjoy a few days of rest. I seem to be doing alright. I then get a email from a friend of mine asking me where i am. I call him up and we meet up at my place and go out. I seem to have some recollection of going out on a holiday to a beach resort with a few friends. Apparently no one knew i was going on a holiday. So i ask him to take me to this beach. Now flashback over. I am at the beach looking at some boats and fishermen trying to cast nets. I have another flash back. I am on the same beach drinking with my other set of friends. All of them were my friends from my undergrad school. We all decide to take a boat ride in the ocean. We are now in the sea, long way from shore and my friends slowly leave me one by one and move to the other side of the boat. Suddenly for no reason, this wierd guy who i never got along when in school pulls out a gun and starts shooting at me. And i fall overboard..

Now i am awake, i look at my watch.. 9:30 AM. I cant go back to sleep anymore, i tell myself. I lie on my bed, trying to make head or tails of this dream.. What did i do to my nemesis that he had to shoot at me in my dream? well i think i have an idea why he is angry at me.. however, I have no idea why i keep getting such dreams that seem like movie plots. It is like my brain is cooking up bollywood movie scripts. I should maybe try my hands at writing a script. How about a story of a schizophrenic and psychedelic desi in singapore?

When the going gets tough, the tough get going. The question one has to ask is where do they get going? some would just run away. Well i am defnitely not in that category, but its getting tough. Nothing seems to be going per plan. This bugger Murphy and his stupid laws keep acting all the time and things just dont get done. Its been three bloody months and i am still nowhere. Things seem to move forward and then they fall back two steps. Its frustrating but i have to carry on.

Anyways, enough of my cribbing.. My plans to move to a new apartment have been put on hold for a few months. My current land lady is selling this apartment and she asked me to stay on for a while and i negotiated a lower rent. So would be paying 400 dollars lesser than my current rent. Yaaayy!! thats a good deal!! Thats something to celebrate and so after a hard days work, last evening went to the golf range and hit about a 100 balls and then visited a friends place and chilled out over some nice australian shiraz.

Got tons of work to do. Looks like this weekend is gonna be a working weekend. Have to hit the gym though. Target 5 kgs to lose in 2 months. Lets see

It does feel wierd.. Really wierd.. Nah.. its not anything i did. Which understandably is questionable cos i never do anything that is not wierd. I get so confused cos my my stupid hyperactive brain pondering over "should I / should I not" that in most cases, i miss the bus. Well sometimes, my instinct says just do it.. nike style or u can add a lah there to make is just do it lah which is nike in singapore style, and then i just do it! But then that doesnt make it not wierd.

What am i blabbering? i was supposed to talk about this wierd feeling and not the wierd things i do. One of these days i am gonna be in big trouble cos of my mouth for sure. The wierd feeling is that of sitting in an office desk since yesterday. I have been working from home doing my supposedly entrepreneurship thingy since June last year. I get up anytime i want, sometimes cook lunch, work till 2 AM, sometimes have beer while i work had all the freedom and lost track of how it is to work in an office.

Since this monday, i have been working on a temporary contract arrangement with my business partner. I am the Director, Corporate Strategy for his company (just ordered the name cards yeaay!!!), while i work on my venture at the same time. I know, I know,, me, director, and that too corporate strategy... dont laugh!!!. Its just a two months contract.. cant really do much damage. hopefully. fingers crossed..:-)). On a serious note, depending on how things go, we decide later how to work together. good idea overall. However the deal is i am working at an office and it feels wierd coming to work by 9:30-10, sitting in a desk, and since they have a small office as well, i have to do musical chairs sometimes.. funny experience. but its nice.. well finally i am in a corporate world after leaving infosys in 2002. Lets see where this goes.. Guess, its just another road that i have taken..

Oh btw, has anyone listened to the song Sympathique by Pink Martini that goes "Je ne veux pas travail.." was listening to that at work today.. how so apt..:-p

You know, it really pisses me off when people just dont think and are so hard headed about rules. This happenned just this past tuesday when i had to fly to india for my granny's funeral. I had a tough time getting a ticket in such a short notice and finally i get a ticket on the Indian Airlines IC558 to chennai that leaves singapore at 9 pm. Ok.. i neednt have given these details, but you know something, its all in the details :)) just kidding. I realised that if i dont give details, the art of story telling is lost and in whatever book i read, the details take up so much space that the book ends up being 400 pages long.. Well i guess the paper industry needs these details to survive. But what about the blog? well if you ask me, using up more memory is good for the chip manufactures as well.. so i am doing my bit for the economic development of the world.

Anyways, i go to the airport at around 7 pm and i check in. This lady at the check in counter took my tickets and u know, she didnt even ask me the mandatory questions if i packed my own bag and if the bag was in my sight all the time. As if a terrorist is gonna tell no to these. Well coming back to the point, she plays around with her keyboard for ages and then says asks me if i confirmed my ticket? I am like what? I purchased it like 6 hours back wat do u mean by confirm. And then she excuses herself and runs to the manager. Comes back in 10 minutes and says i will have to be on standby because i didnt confirm my ticket atleast 72 hours in advance. Thats it.. You should have seen my face..All the blood from my body was pumped to the upper layers and i just lost it.. This is ridiculous.. How the hell can i confirm a ticket 72 hours before i even thought about purchasing it. She just didnt listen.. and kept repeating 72 hours.. Man.. give me a break!!! I asked for my ticket and went to the manager. Asked him the same question and then i told her am not budging till she gives me a seat right now. I had to tell her about the emergency visit before she could give me a seat.

Dont you think its ridiculous.. i mean, why cant these people use their brain and be such sticklers for stupid incompetent rules?

Same thing had happenned to me once in Philadelphia when the guy at the Budget rent a car counter refused to rent me a car because i had not pre booked a car. I had landed in philadelphia after 22 hours of flight from madras and all i needed was to get home and hit the bed and this bugger was refusing to give me a car. Apparently he didnt know how to get a car issued from the system when there is no booking. I was asked to step aside while he helped other passengers. I was standing there fuming about this ridiculous situation when my brain finally worked.. yeah surprise!!! Went to a pay phone, called 1-800-BUDGET and booked a car to be picked up at the airport in another 10 minutes. Smart Boy !! as the hindi film villan Ajit would have said. And lo and behold, i had a car in 10 minutes..

god knows when these customer service guys will start using their brains rather than being a pain in the ass.

The light that she was finally burnt out at 87. My granny passed away this past tuesday. She was my mummy's maternal aunt. I first met her when we moved to madras in 1987. Tall and elegant and a voice that rang of authority. Since my parents used to live in the suburbs and she lived in the city with my aunt, whenever i had to go to the city for my IIT entrance exam preparatory classes or mock tests, i used to stay over at her place. She used to make lovely dosas and tomato chutneys.

She was there when i left my home to join my undergrad. After my parents transferred out of madras, her home used to be the transit point for my journeys back home. I stayed with her during my industrial trainings. She would always ask me tons of questions on what i did, what i want to do and would say i will be a great man. well grannys are like that arent they. Her home used to be the transit point for all my major journeys and milestones in my life. When i attended my interviews at infosys, when i got the job at infosys, when i left for mangalore to join infosys, when i flew to the usa, when i joined insead, when i came to singapore, she was there to shower me with her blessings. I have never started on anything in my life till now without talking to her about it and starting off from her home.

87 years of her life, she had done a lot, she was the figurehead in my family. Now when i go home, whenever i transit through madras in the future, i wouldnt be seeing her anymore, just her face in the portrait looking down on me. Life goes on, but i will miss her. Sometimes, however illogical, i wish life can just stay at a certain point in time.

That was a long break. I mean the break i took from writing on here. Well what can i do? Life hasnt been interesting for a while. Note.. I am not saying life has not been not interesting. It was just that the mid December timeline was not that interesting as it should have been. Too much work and no play makes kanags a dumbass. so perfectly true, if you ask me.

Anyways, had this farewell party for my housemate on december 17th. Was cooking from the afternoon for this event. Ended up making tomato bread, asparagus and bacon, chicken curry, potato and capsicum curry and hummus and Pita and rice. Whew!! Thats a lot to cook and that too for 20 people. But its fun, excepting when i cut my left thumb and left forefinger one after the other while cutting onions. Its still healing.

Christmas eve, cooked chicken again at my place for a christmas dinner with David and his family. Ended up walking home from his place bcause the singaporeans decided to have a countdown for christmas at orchard road and the traffic was jammed. Man, these people are nuts. where in the world will you find someone counting down to christmas day? Anyways. get home all drenched in the stupid aerosal sprays. Christmas evening turned out to be a friends birthday party and was out clubbing at this italian club called Senso and then to my old favourite Bar None. Started discussing plans for new years eve. Not really keen on clubbing that nite.. its just too crowded u know.

And then the Tsunami happenned. Since i work from home, The TV set keeps blaring the news and its so overwhelming to watch. Emptied my wardrobe off all my clothes that i hadnt used in three to four months and gave it to the salvation army. Organising an event at my alumni association to raise funds for reconstruction. Lets see how it goes. And this event made it even more stupid to go out partying on new years eve, so just went over to a friends place for chill out session.

Well the new years seems to start well cos i got an offer for another market research project to be done in Jan-Feb on Dec 31. Thats good news isnt it.