Couch Potato Re Discovers India

One of the most pleasurable things to watch on TV is this entire range of travel shows that're on there. Have you seen The anchors on these shows? I mean, it's like having an all expenses paid holiday every single day you are at work. Utopia at work!(and we all shrugged it away as an imaginary concept)

Anyway, what I feel is that these shows always make a big deal when it's an episode based on India. As advanced as we are today, the world (read The west) still looks up to India as this totally spiritual or mystical land.So, it was a good change when I caught this travel show episode on Discovery Travel and Living where the anchor travelled to a host of places in India and they showed a totally new side of it. Of course, with the anchor being a Brit, there was the usual emphasis on historical sites, food and drinks (especially the spicy curry) etc. But then, in a totally surprising turn of events, she caught up with this bunch of teens at an uptown restaurant and was delighted to know that they worked for this international (Innernashional) call centre and even accompanied them for their late night / early morning Accent lessons. And boy was she impressed with the way these guys Rrolled their R's! Whoever devised this term....But I would have rather loved it if she'd have rolled her arse.So much for dedicated viewing.

Blink 182

I was left wondering today if the purpose of creating this weblog ( after I very conveniently got rid of my previous one) is fading away into oblivion. In fact right now, I'm not even sure why I started on this one in the first place. And why in hell's name did I call it ALL THE SMALL THINGS? I'm sure it does not have anything to do with the similarly titled song by an American teenage punk band. Why then, Why?
So....
"All the, small things
True care, truth brings"

A lot of matter...and none of it matters!

The rains have come and gone. Even the moths have undergone their cycle of metamorphsis (I know for sure that all of them didn't make it...the horrible looking gecko outside my window sill is proof of that). However i'm still left wondering whether i will ever metamorphosise into something from the lazy sloth i have turned into.

Last week I finished reading The Da Vinci code. I would seriously suggest that all ye mere mortals who still haven't laid their hands and eyes on it do so at once. (Although i wonder why you shoould be taking my word for it The book has everything; something for everyone....art, history, scientists, historians, thrill, crime busters etcetra etcetra. Good fun!

P.S: what I have above is not really much matter, but I hope you understand that this was all i could pull of given my state of near absolute laziness.