Monday, July 26, 2010

Thought

From experience I realize that I learn nothing from experience

Friday, July 23, 2010

Its not that..


It’s not that I have forgotten to smile,
It’s just that you were the one who always made me smile.
It’s not that my eyes fail to see others,
It’s just that you are the only person my eyes forever wants to see.
It’s not that my ears cannot hear what others say,
It’s just that they long to hear your voice.
It’s not that I have forgotten to stand on my feet,
It’s just that you were my only support.
It’s not that I have forgotten to love,
It’s just that you are the only one that I always loved.
It’s not that I have forgotten to live,
It’s just that you were my reason to live.

Monday, July 5, 2010

It happens only with Fazal

The best of fazal always comes when he is left to himself, all alone. This is what happened yesterday.

Being a Sunday I thought I will just roam around in the city, and my friend wanted some electronic gadgets, so thought would enquire about them as well. So I went down to the hotel concierge in the morning and booked a limo to the city. As I was sure I had to take a taxi on the way back to the hotel, I asked the guy at the concierge as to how much would be the taxi fare. He told me around 70RM to 80RM.

Then while I was in the hotel limo on the way to the city, I asked the limo guy to double check on the taxi fare. I didn want to be cheated by the taxi guys. He told me the taxi guy should charge me around 70RM.

I was happy to hear that. As I had just done my homework I was all prepared.

So after having spent the good part of the day roaming around KL, and having done some shopping I was all ready to head back. I wave my hand at one of the taxis. I tell him the destination(My Hotel). He says yes instantly. To act smart, just to let the taxi driver know that he cannot fool me, I ask him what would be the approximate fair. The taxi guy said he had no clue as he is driving to this place for the first time. He asked me how much would I give.

Instantly I felt proud of myself cos I expected this situation, I with lotta attitude told the driver I will NOT give anything more than 60RM. Cos i quoted a full 10RM less (than the fare I was told by my sources), i thought he would bargain. But may be he felt he cannot cheat me, and so He said okay, and agreed that he will put the meter and he would not charge me anything more than that.

And so started my journey. All along I was praising myself for my smartness, and how I didn let someone cheat me. And as to how easy things are in life, provided you do some homework before you head somewhere.

So we finally reached the hotel lobby, the taxi guy stops the meter and looks back at me.

And I am sure that look on my face must have been priceless.

The meter fare – 28RM.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

After 2 months

I never realized that someone ACTUALLY reads my blogs!!! I was in for a shock when I received a mail the other day, where in my friend(who claims to be an avid reader of my blog) left me a note saying how much that person was missing my blogs.
It didn't surprise me a bit, it was an insane mail, from a person who had lost sanity thanks to my blogs. But what that mail also did was it reminded me of the fact that I ve a BLOG!!!

Its been very hectic last couple of months. Thanks to all the work at office, the last few months I ve spent in social exile(Read online exile). To me social life is all on the web. To add to my woes, Thanks to all the developments in the recent past, what few friends I had, are now busy with their would be wives. So I dont even have a friend circle with whom I can hang around. It's time to start friend hunting now. If anyone reading this blog is interested, you can please apply at your own risk. Chances are if you are not married, you will sure increase your chances of getting married earlier once you meet me.

Not very sure what to blog, guess its the so called bloggers block. Now that I am again away from home, all alone in a lonely country for two weeks, I am sure I should start finding time for myself.