Blah - A bean can philosophizes

So, my dad was sitting in the living room reading a big book of scriptures last evening. I come over, switch on VH1 and watch AC/DC go berserk in Sydney. Something about this is typically middle class urban Brahm! I'm thinking of an old Little Hearts ad where the father is doing a puja, the daughter is trying to sing a classical Carnatic song and our dude is upstairs headbanging to Megadeth's Kill the king. Ah the collective musings of a raak-und-role kudumbum!

These commercials man! I was watching Seinfeld the other day, knowing that there's Sportcenter on espn. It being a tough choice, the only obvious thing to do was flip between channels during ads. There are few things more irritating than flipping between channels to find ads on both channels at the same time. I think I'm the victim of the Great Ad Sync Conspiracy.

Lately I've been talking to a lot of my friends who have software jobs. Its not coincidental that all of them are somehow extremely pissed with their jobs, that too only a couple of months into training. They fear all the stress and hyper anxiety will eventually lead to low sperm count. The good side is that they feel more responsible now as citizens of a country with a runaway population. They feel free to smoke now, so that while losing their sperm count, they as well smoke a lot, create a tobacco boom and improve the GDP of the country. Deep, methinks! Every Sky-pe has a shining Sun?

K's german photography meister had a neat "do not disturb" sign in his workplace. "Die Fuhrer is busy eating a Hamburg-er." Shit, I think that beats the time when I called this sassy waitress bitch in a Tibetan restuarant a Lhasa Apso!

In other news, I'm orgasming rather frequently watching United play lately. Lots of Pratchett, Tendulkar's recent 139 and the Thermal and a Quarter cd that K gave me aren't helping the cause either. Life's alright!