Somnipathy hits back, with a vengence !!

Yo all!

Its 11:20 at night and i believe that this is the longest ive stayed up all this month. Looks like iam firmly back to my old ways, wakin up, blogging and all.

I had a pretty interesting chat with my dad today as always covering a wide array of subjects. One thing that struck me as pretty important:

Dad tells me how hard he used to work every day when he was 20 or even 30 for that matter. Patti used to wake at 4 in the morning to make his tiffin, packed lunch and all, and he usually left to work in the factory (not his own, his old boss's) at 6:30. This was pretty much the routine for him even in 1990, when he quit his job and started on the same routine in another factory, this time his own. He says, he has done a lot of wacko things with stuff, money on which i wont go into detail.

But the point is that he worked so hard because he knew he had a family dependent on him. He knew he had to run the next day and get something going because he knew, he somehow had to. Not that he was feeling frustrated with his life (on the contrary, i know he enjoys his kind of work) but he had a HUGE incentive, motivation - you know, a wife, kids like that.

Now, he says hes sorry for us because he feels that i dont have that kind of powerful force pushing us on. What he actually said was like, "hey iam not saying anything about anyone. But somehow, iam feeling worried that you fellows will turn out too soft, protected and not pushed too much for anything"

I know, thats partially true and partially NOT. I believe (and i told him) that people can also be driven by things like "hey, what am i doing sitting around. Look at Warren Buffett and the Ambanis, iam going to be rich" and "look, i want to prove what i can do", which are,well, emotional, ego related things. (though this cant match the other kind of motivation my dad had)

Besides, who the heck says we are well off !! I want penthouses in Stockholm, Vienna and on Marine Drive and they dont come cheap. And right now, we can only afford bathrooms at such places.

Talking about Bathrooms, i had a row with Amma about reading books while in the toilet. what the heck, she only found out today, when i stayed in for about an hour forgetting everything else reading "Beyond the Last blue Mountain" and she had to knock when looking for me.

Ive been doing this since i can remember, my earliest memory being "Jurassic Park" back in Ninth standard at our Old House.

I was labelled "pundi" (meaning,um, "dirty"), "thukirri" (um, "blasphemist") and that "the 4 years i spent away from home have made me disobedient and stubborn".

heh heh, what does she know?

Heres some sad news:

Premiership Saturday:

City 2 - Utd 1 (Thankfully i missed seeing this one somehow)
Middlesb'gh 0 (or 1 doesnt matter) - Arsenal (phew, hold your breath!) 7

Henry and his troop of cheating b!#$^&ds actually scored SEVEN goals. F^%k them! My whole saturaday was spoilt.

Hmm, what else,

I fell in Love, again.

Bye Bye, Jessica! Was fun while it lasted ( :)) )

The object of my unwavering affection (this time) is called Catherine Mccormack (remember 'Murron' from Braveheart?)

I have an exciting month ahead of me and iam rarin and ready to go.