Going Gonzo

After a comfortable ride, with some bumps here and there, a little help of Nokia Maps, and spending much more money than I reasonably should, I reached the rendezvous point where a giant of man awaited. Also goes by a name and is called a friend, whom we call Bane. Or Panda. Depends on the mood.

Late in the evening, rides here and there. While we waited arrived another, and while we began to go round and round found another. Reached the place, filled brightly with magnificence. Whether it was the lights, lasses/lads (or both) or the food you were eying, there was something to do for all. 😉

Greeted by our man, whose brother and newly sister-in-law were actually the people of the evening, we took our seats, and began to eat. And more. While some more of us joined. Until came the time for the greet.

More clicks, more laughs and more input. Until the evening was done.

Much gonzo?

Just a lunch

It’s one of those winter afternoons which I like, not hot or cold, just pleasant.
I’m sitting with my meaty sandwich just the way I like it. Chicken, ham, pepperoni, eggs, and cheese.
My mouth was already watering when it was being made, and as I hastily unwrap it to eat it.
I take a bite. And another. I look around. Some people around.
Another bite.
I uploaded the picture I took on Instagram before the devouring began for the on-going #100happydays.
I look at the time, and tad reflect on my life.
By this time, the sandwich is over. Lunch is done.

Now it was time for desert.

Ghosts of December 23rds Past

I’ll be honest here, the latter of the previous year and this whole year has been the worst phase of my life in almost all aspects so far, and only time will tell (along with my own decisions and actions which remains to be seen) how long this goes before it ends. The previous year at this time I was fighting depression and loneliness, just as I am right now, juts albeit lesser than before. Must say the two couple years (’11 and ’10) circa were very beautiful. But the ones before them (’09 and ’08) were again not quite pleasant. So maybe it’s a pattern here, and (hopefully!?) next year will be better.

Just going on

The days in passing haven’t been much eventful for most of the part in a long time for me. I keep looking for just the feeling of being alive. In this on-going expedition of mine, which isn’t the most gratifying of experiences. From meeting an old friend, to one who is finally having things work for them, till the one who is still sailing at the storm, it’s not anything big, but the small ones which keeps reminding me to keep looking, to keep fighting.

Moved by Music

”The best lyrics are the ones that describe your emotions in ways you always wanted to say but could never find the words” – Mike Shinoda

Whenever I hear good music (or anything else for that matter) which manages to get to me, I always recount these brilliant words. Well, considering Linkin Park is my most favourite band of all time and I sometimes write about them or share stuff, I recently came across this band through a brother, who asked me to hear them and some songs in particular, the below one being one of them. I always agreed with the above line and believed that was in a way a norm for good music, and well it has been true on numerous occasions. Currently, with my present (on-going) predicament, enjoy these brilliant tracks by The Script. Wish I knew about them earlier, but never late nonetheless.