Tipsy n Idiots =)

King of Pain

There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind wont stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running round my brain
I guess Im always hoping that youll end this reign
But its my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil thats trapped in a high cliff wall
Thats my soul up there
Theres a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
Thats my soul up there
Theres a blue whale beached by a springtimes ebb
Thats my soul up there
Theres a butterfly trapped in a spiders web

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running round my brain
I guess Im always hoping that youll end this reign
But its my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

There's a red fox torn by a huntsmans pack
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running round my brain
I guess Im always hoping that you'll end this reign
But its my destiny to be the king of pain
Queen of pain
I'll always be queen of pain
I'll always be queen of pain

By Alanis Morissette

Chits

It rained so much today.
I was glad but some others accompanying me were not so. We packed some food from the nearby eaterie thinking we'd munch on our way back. But the way it poured, I couldn't even manage my umbrella, forget fishing out the packet. Btw, I didn't even know what these guys had ordered for me. I trust J with her choice in food. She knows that I like less spicy and less oily stuff. She did justice to my thoughts.
She got me a burger :)
I only got a rather smashed and wet version of it, at home..but that's okay! I heated it and had it with chai ;)

The rains were loud. They were ferocious. Mr. R was practically yelling his lungs out on the street where we all stood before dispersing in our respective directions. Some bus, Some trains..some cars. But then again, I always thought Mr.R was a little deaf.
The I.T. guys were giving him a look. I still wanted to stick by Mr.R's side. He is much more dependable than his entire team put together.

There was such strong breeze. We, finally, shut our umbrellas and gave in to the wrath of the sea. Completely drenched isn't the word. I finally borrowed the windsheater off K. He was chivalrous enough to offer it.

Hot and piping dal chaval at dinner time was perfect. I ate slowly and enjoyed every morsel.
Mom and dad were talking something, but I was not paying too much attention.
My feet felt nice and clean..and fair. I was aware of them :)

:)

The Final Word :)

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

By Rudyard Kipling

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