Back from the dead

Nearly five months! That is how long it took me to come back to my senses and write another post. The reasons for my absence are few and far-fetched, made-up even (read laziness and a general lack of blood flow to the thinking centers of the brain), so I will not delve into the cobwebbed corners of my cranium and indulge you in 'my crap'. Now, seeing as we have dealt with the elephant in the room, I request you to forget that this five month long hiatus really happened. *poof*

Like I said in the post about the Battle of the Serpentonian Sea-Lions and the Baboon battalions from Bluebumberg, it's all about making the right choices. But how do you know what the right choice is before facing the consequences? Put simply, you don't. The only thing that you know is which choice makes you happier at that point of time. OK, before this turns into a monologue by the Oracle/Architect, what I'm trying to establish is a firm ground for justifying the choices that I've made in the recent times.

I rank my decision-making capabilities second to the dog that was sent into space by the Russians. I suppose he was a smart dog, probably one of the smartest dogs they ever had, and he was trained well too. But once you go out into the endless vacuum of space, what kind of choices are there to make? Especially if you are a canine. Pretty ordinary ones I should guess. I'm good with those, but anything above that level it just goes downhill for me. And for people affected by those decisions. I'm really sorry all, as you can see I have confessed my sins. Regret the inconvenience.

Enough with the emo-psycho babble. Not much has changed in the past five months, not even the labels of my posts. But things are looking up (x fingers crossed x). Hopefully this is one of many more posts to follow soon.

High: Getting out of Mysore soon.

Low: Where did everybody go?

Points: 1000 points to this super-cool dad! The music gets another 1000 too.

Mini-Deadmau5 from Michael Cobra on Vimeo.