chicken soup? double serving!!

It's 3 am...and it's been a helluva day. I've been so focussed on my own crap, had forgotten what's been happening to the rest of the world....now am just done with bout 4 different chats thru the night...and have to report them all

No names...the people concerned dont want that. Being a confidant is a pain...that way. Hope this is allowed

One of my best buddies landed a kickass job in a kickass firm. He's slogged his ass thru bloody snowy Buffalo, gone thru hell emotionally n with the weather, washed dishes, ate his own cooking and suffered 2 years of self doubt and loneliness. Now..he rules the world.
Dudo u rock.

Another longtime pal announced his engagement plans to me over the net....he's had his share of ladies...but unlike yours truly (who hasnt had any share), the dude kept rejecting them all in search of that one. And he found her about 2 years back. Then gave up drinking for her, fought his way thru more temptation, went thru 2 years of long distance relationship and some ups, some downs...and finally snagged her for good. Now landed himself a cushy consultancy job...and is the first to make marriage plans amongst all us loser prod engineer dudes. Meeting him tomorrow...i dont care if he stopped drinking...he owes me a pitcher.

Here's another buddy, even closer. Chased dozens of chicks in Agnels...with no success. But didnt stop trying. Found what looked like a crush in his MBA college...then 3 months later found himself with her on a Goa beach, talking.Thru the night. thru morning...break for shower n lunch...and then the walk n talk deal thru the evening. Kissed her sometime in between…and a little more.. the twosome have been walking on tiptoes ever since. It’s no crush, btw…
Want an easy giggle??...watch a previously self pronounced womanizer buddy of yours go moony-eyed while thinking about her. Count the number of smileys he puts in his yahoo chats….and listen to him trying to worm out of beer times u set up over the weekend.

The stories aren’t all happy ones, though

There’s that dude who’s having his heart kicked around by forces way beyond comprehension…the image that hits my head is that of this rugby ball being kicked far into the field...it lands hard, skids a bit…then skips sideways randomly, as decided by the grass, the wind, the ballspin…whatever. It’s still on the field…and as soon as it thinks it’s settled in a good spot, some 1 gives it another good whack.
It’s like Cupid poking at some poor bird in some cage when the bastard comes home drunk..Cupid, not the bird.

Then there’s the masses here. Thoreau’s quote on them leading lives of quiet desperation cant have a truer ring to it than those of us in campus here who’ve been lead my the marks we get, the girls our parents would choose, the jobs our college would land us in, the places our companies wud take us, the lifespan our bodies wud allow. Junta’s pretty cool abt this stuff…dunno why my panties get bunched up when dwelling on it. Knowing my head…they’d be bunched up even when I retire and am done with all of it.

But there’s hope…there are dudes who’ve got their lives going…who’ve fought it…they’re winning now, they may lose…they may win again. The rest of us who’re watching from the sidelines should learn to stop reading / writing shitty ass blogs and make a move in life.

Will ask another girl out. This time with a little more groundwork.

It's 5 am. What the fuck am i doing


Currently listening

Rape Me - Nirvana