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Yea this one is NOT a blog per say...but as they say [who ???]

a picture is worth a thousand bucks

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My Single Serve Life

was having breakfast yesterday on my latest trip. somehow I'm highly amused and intrigued whenever i travel abroad and see everything which we normally take for granted being served to us in a single serve portion / ration..

does everything in life goes by the fundamental of 'one size fits all' or can we expect a custom fit (not expecting the tailor to come home or something). if indeed it is the case of one size fits all then is it even worth running behind getting the one who fits u the best.

in the pursuit of the custom tailored my best fit...is it possible that we're so blind in the race that we seldom even pick up the single [standard] serve and see if it can fit ? 

who decides how much is enough...like who in the hell decides how much sugar is ENOUGH in that single serve...or for that matter how much of the dairy milk powder thingy..

when a single is just not enough what is one suppose to do...ask for a couple more OR just compromise with a smile on your face and a 'thank you so much'. why cant we be honest [well not rude] but honest enough to ourselves to admit that what is acceptable v/s just not. 

or is it ok to stop expecting the custom fit to walk into our life and just accept the STANDARD single serve. ;)

hmmm posting it @ this time...will refine it once I'm back home

anyway dont plan to complete this post sitting here at the Omaha aiport waiting for my 'single' flight slipping away to a infinity of delay from 1240 pm to NOW 1440 pm (at least thats what it say's) (had promised my self that i would be using a hell lot of LESS brackets going forward)

My Untitled

yep this one is untitled... for the basic reason...i got to thinking (someone ...actually someone hooked me up with this girl yesterday nite (blind date n me hmmm) anyway. i met this girl n she asked me a question..

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF !!!! @#$%^^ [that's me abusing ;)]

That kind of question one should not be allowed to think let alone be asked out loud. I surely started by answering bout 'what i do' and somehow i stopped dead in the tracks [rite in the middle of my statement]

when did ""what we do became,"" who we are ????

thinking more about the subject over the weekend i got more confused bout how does one differentiate between the thin or non existence line between who we are and what we do..when did we let our work become who we are...

i distinctly remember back in college [which now seems like a zillion years ago] inspite of college / work / niit / practicals i would still time find to mix up some music [or in toher words do something which defined, (ar atlest what i tought) me] -- side note use less number of brakcets :)

some where long the line we all decide who we are going to be ! have we ever stopped to take stock of where we thought we shld have been by now versus have we even left the starting point. or is it better to just drift along the path where things / relationships / situations are not labeled BUT JUST left UNTITLED for the time being atleat.

so coming back to the haunting date..i changed the topic and thought no harm lets see if i'm the only lost one with the answer. and asked her the same thing. and that was the END of it !! i was stunned by how people can easily define who they are and NOT mention one word bout their work !

so in the pursuit of finding an answer to the question i drove home :)