There are those days when you are not happy
11.19.07 (3:07 pm) [edit]Its a strange thing that I am writing another blog so soon. My frequency has dropped to almost once every 2 months or so and hence what I am doing now is simply outrageous. I am but a freewill breaker of any rules I see (even ones which I formulate myself) and hence I do not consider this an exception. Ergo, anyone who reads this, certainly didn't want this explanation but what's the point of having a blog if you can't write what you want to ramble..er..write.
I am having a headache - no, it was not due to me having to endure Vijay TVs mokkai shows for the weekend, it wasn't even due to Ganesh-trademarked mokkai edhugai-monai jokes which everyone in our room (including myself) are very keen to pickup. It could be my hair for I normally have atleast one bad-headache days before I get a cut - I know its time to have a hair-cut. Isn't it wonderful when you know that in the absence of a mom, you have something else as an yardstick for things so trivial as these?
Speaking of headaches, once in my school days a friend had asked me once if I had a headache, over a normal conversation. I hadn't mentioned to him that I was having one and I remember that it was not that serious for me to cringe or any other stuff like that. I was startled - I asked him how he knew that and he told me that he had observed that people always get a few hard lines in their forehead when they are having headache. I didn't believe it and still am skeptical about it , but there is always such a feeling when I touch my forehead during a headache. Placibo effect, perhaps?
And finally, "Happy Days" is a good film. Not because it portrayed college life as it should be done in films, not even because the ever-likeable character tells the real reason anyone wouldn't want to miss their love and not certainly for everyone in the film played their part to utmost perfection. I liked it because it had a good tribute to Rudyard Kipling's "If". If at all I could recite it here completely here, I would be a man. Films like these certainly make me acknowledge that I am not watching as many films as I should be.
And I need a course in blog titles - this is the lamest title ever written in the history of mankind...