My Sweet Lord

In the spirit of Christmas ...

Oh lord, won't you buy me a Bentley Continental GT and a brand new liver.

Que Sera Sera

The five-year-old in the picture smiled like only a child could. The smile had no reason and no rider.

Did he know what his future held? The joy, the heartbreaks, the insurance policies, the mortgage, the let-downs, the thrills, the world. Did he realise that his smile was being frozen to warm tougher times.

I looked at the picture of the smiling boy. He looked like me.

Green Prince

Purple Rain in a dank green room.

The colours of Bandra in my time capsule.

Killing me with cleverness

I am not precious about Inception. After sitting through six hours of the movie, I came away feeling a little daft. I don't like movies that do that to me.
Inception is a bit like the bore at the bar who just can't stop trying to prove how clever he is while all you want is a barf bag.
I am a big Nolan fan but he should be locked up in Gotham. You let him loose in the real world and he can tire you with his cleverness.

Book ends, Bookends

Not even a lie of an original thought in my head today. Perfect time to write that book, methinks.

Life is just a Word

Do you want to save changes to your life?

Of fuchsia and green

The colour of dishonesty is a dark shade of fuchsia. Go figure.

PS: Based on the very scientific theory that you go green with envy and yellow with Jaundice.