So,my company has decided to move some of us to a newer swankier office,and I am sad.As I am spending my last few days or perhaps hours in my cubicle in front of my worksation I realise that for the last 9 months or so this place has become a pseudo home for me.I always knew that our new corporate office was getiin ready,but the thought that I'll have to move never crossed my mind.I always thought that it would be the other people who'll have to move.The other people being,the people I don't know very well,people whom I have never talked to,general acquaitences but never me or my friends :-) .....but now I'll have to move,leaving behind my friends and all the familiar stuff.
        Leaving behind your familiar teritory is tough,there is so many memories attached to this place.This is the place where :
 
1) I made some great friends.

6) I realised that I could drink 20 cups of coffee and still have no tummy trouble

          .....in short I reclaimed my mojo.......I had lost it somewhere down the road.......but here in this cubicle I got my act together and now there will be no looking back.

       I feel something similar to as I felt at leaving college,by the way today also marks 2 years of me leaving college,the hallowed grounds of College of Engineering,Trivandrum.The funny thing was that in college I for one,never realised as to how lucky I was to study in this college.It was only once I left that I realised that the college had changed me.....for good.My best 4 years were spent in this college.I met and made friends with some of the greatest minds,I did things I never thought I would.....now all these are memories....but happy ones.

       So I realise that this too shall pass........At the end of the day,there are no good experiences or bad experiences there are only experiences.You learn something from each one of 'em and move on.And as they say...ur best days are not over yet.....they r yet to come....here's wishing u all the best for everything in life...enjoy....gotcha go now...some stuff to pack and new friends to make and lots more coffee to drink ;-) ....God Bless.luv.P.

Movie watching has become a passion since the last couple of years for me.And its not just English,Hindi or Malayalam movies I watch...strangely now I seem to enjoy even Korean,German,French movies...provided there are subtitles in English.The real joy of a movie,for me,lies after the act of watching the movie...its only then that I start researching the movie in the internet....the cast,crew,the plot,the whole feel of the movie as such.And strangely,somehow,I tend to remember each and every trivia associated with the movie I have watched and researched,although I find remembering the facts and figures of my own life and the people around me rather difficult.
Yesterday I watched two movies back to back......the rather violent but seriously juvenile '300'(this is the 3rd time I am watching this 1) and a rather boring but spiritually_uplifting_to_some_extent Franco Zeffirelli's 'Brother Sun Sister Moon' ,a biopic of St.Francis of Assisi(2nd time I am watching this one).Both are totally different genres united by a common thread of 'Bad acting' with a capital B.Apart from the acting,in 300 I just could not undertand why the actor who is playing King Leonidas always shouting.I mean,I do understand about the passion and machismo required in a war movie,but shouting throughout a 2 hour movie...what the crap ??? The other movie(its quite old,most you might not have heard about this one,i guess)is about one of my favourite saints..St.Francis of Assisi.It just felt too much sissy-like to me....potraying the innocence of a young Francesco is ok...but making him run through a valley full of flowers reminds me of those chiffon saree clad actresses in Hind movies...and that makes me cringe.
But I do realise,that even in the worst of the 2 hour movies you'll find those 2 minutes where you would emphatise with the characters.A point where you yourself will be sucked into the movie.And that,I beleive is what makes movie divine.300 has an awesome camera man,the fight sequences are like dance sequences in our movies...almost fluid,dynamic movements..and the movie is visually arresting.And offcourse 300 spartans fighting off a combined assault of 200000 lakh Persians is cool...u can draw parrallels of the movie with what is happening in the Far East...with talks of civilization clash and all...but to borrow the words from a movie critic "the movie's just too darned silly to withstand any ideological theorizing" :-) The other movie's positive was the lush photography and some great music composed by the Scottish musician Donovan .The movie infact tries to draw parralels with St.Francis' life and the hippie movement of the 70's.The title track was quite uplifting,atleast to me....it goes something like this,

"Brother sun and sister moon,
I seldom see you, i can't hear your tune;
Preoccupied with selfish misery.

Brother wind and sister air,
Open my eyes to visions pure and fair,
That i might see the glories around me.

I am god's creature, of Him i am part,
I feel his love awakening my heart.

Brother sun and sister moon,
Often i see you, i can hear your tune;
So much in love with all that i survey.

I am god's creature, of Him i am part,
I feel His love awakening my heart."

Hope u guys do find time to see the glory that surrounds you and may the good God's love awaken in your hearts too.Chow.God Bless.

Hi Friends !!!

         I know I know it’s been a long time since I last blogged.By the way, when was the last time I blogged it’s been a zillion years it seems. But life has changed in these zillion years...something’s having changed for the better and some for the worst. I started this blog to kill time. What was a jobless engineer with a high speed internet connection supposed to do anyways??? Downloading movies and listening to songs gets boring after a point of time, doesn’t it??  So blogging was a perfect timepass.But now things have changed. This jobless engineer has been certified 'EMPLOYED'. So,find little time for life's little pleasures like blogging.

          But today is diferrent, it’s a bandh today here in Kerala.Don't know who called the strike, maybe 1 of those political fringe groups. But me being me am here at the office (what am I doing here,anyways??).Most people have not turned up to work today. So some time at hand, so thought of scribbling something on the Iland.But when I started writing I realized that I have nothing to write about. Life,it seems has become a 9 to 5 routine. Nothing much happening in life here. Or maybe I have lost my ability to observe and appreciate the little things that are happening around me. It seems I am stuck to my cubicle with one of those superglues and the world just walked by. But I am happy, my work is going fine, everything is fine....still this emptiness...something I can't comprehend. It seems as if there isn't any anecdotal value to anything that’s happening in my life right now.

          Talking about anecdotes... I finally got the courage to tell the girl I love the true state of my hearts affair. I emailed a love letter to her. And she being she reacted in a  way only she can. She has cut off all contacts with me.I to my surprise found the situtaion funny rather than feeling the emotional pinch. I don't know why. I seem to have gone into some kind of an shell, cut off from the rest of the he world. But I am still fine. All I wanted was her to know the true state of my condition. I expected to hear a firm 'NO'.(A 'YES' would have been great, though ;-))But she decided otherwise. No word from her at all. And that sucks. I expected her to have the spine to take a decision and tell me clearly once and for all. {'Coz the fact is,as much I have the right to choose her,she too has the right to choose or not choose me,and being an adult whatever decision she takes is RIGHT as far as she is concerned,and I respect that fact}.So now trying to achieve a RELATIONSHIP CLOSURE.I have absolutely no idea as to what this term means (caught it from a friend's conversation)...but still trying to achieve it :-) I am not telling you guys this so that you sympathies with me. To tell you the truth, even I don't sympathize with myself :-)

I wanted to touch upon an important point with this anecdote. After mailing the love letter, all through, I had this lingering feeling that sending her the mail was a big big mistake. I should have let things be as they were. So here I was, feeling miserable at sending the letter, and was asking God to show me the way. Many days later while I was just walking around the local mall, a poster caught my eye. The title of the poster was '21 ways to make your life happy’. As the mall was crowded and there was lots of hustling and bustling, so I had just enough time to read one of the points. And the point was an eye opener. It said.

"Be bold and courageous. Because when you look back, you will regret the things you have not done rather than the things you have done"

And at that moment I realized, sending the mail was the right thing to do. This one thing I won't regret ever. Hoping you guys too find the courage and faith to take on the world. God Bless.

Love,

Piyu.

PS: To all my friends on the iland : I do visit your pages often and read most of the blogs.And I enjoy almost all of 'em.But I don’t get the time to comment on them as such. So please forgive. And also I plan to regularly update my blog from now on. Do keep visiting. Love and a thousand kisses. God Bless. P

"Long sunk in superstition"s night,
 By Sin and Satan driven,
 I saw not, cared not for the light
 That leads the blind to Heaven.
 But now, at length thy grace,
 O Lord!Birds all around me shine;
 I drink thy sweet, thy precious word,
 I kneel before thy shrine"
                                              - Michael Madhusudan Dutt

Hi family its been a long time since I last set foot on the iland.Its great to be back among your loved ones.Currently I am reading a book , " The God Delusion".It is an anti-theistic book by British ethologist Richard Dawkins, Professor for the Public Understanding of Science at Oxford University.In the book, Dawkins contends that belief in a supernatural creator qualifies as a delusion, which he defines as a persistent false belief held in the face of strong contradictory evidence.

Well this post is not to discuss the contents of the book nor to get into any debate about religion,atheism etc.Its just that while going through the book I came across a question which I wanted to share with you fellow ilanders.I just wanted to know what you guys felt about it.So here is the question.

"Can omniscient God who knows the future find the omnipotence to change his future mind ??? "

Please revert back to me with your comments.Till then Chow.Luv.PP.

Yesterday I saw the movie Patton,once again.Donno how many of u are familiar with George S Patton Jr. Patton commanded the Third Army in the European-African-Middle Eastern theater of the World War II . Patton represented the cult of personality,a rarity in the US army.He was tough,was profane. He cultivated a ferocious face because he believed that only he-men, as he often said, stimulated men to fight.I have watched the movie many times and my reason for watching it....the opening monologue  Patton delivers  to the Third Army.I am reproducing his speech here.I really like it.It epitomises the spirit of the army,the power of a good leader and is quite inspirational,atleast to the target audience,that is :-) Mind u  the language is harsh but it has the necessary effect.Enjoy.

"Men, this stuff we hear about America wanting to stay out of the war, not wanting to fight, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight - traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble player; the fastest runner; the big league ball players; the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win - all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost, not ever will lose a war, for the very thought of losing is hateful to an American.

You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Every man is frightened at first in battle. If he says he isn't, he's a goddamn liar. Some men are cowards, yes! But they fight just the same, or get the hell shamed out of them watching men who do fight who are just as scared. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour. For some it takes days. But the real man never lets fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to this country and his innate manhood.

All through your army career you men have bitched about "This chickenshit drilling." That is all for a purpose. Drilling and discipline must be maintained in any army if for only one reason -- INSTANT OBEDIENCE TO ORDERS AND TO CREATE CONSTANT ALERTNESS. I don't give a damn for a man who is not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready. A man to continue breathing must be alert at all times. If not, sometime a German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit.

There are 400 neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily all because one man went to sleep on his job -- but they were German graves for we caught the bastard asleep before his officers did. An Army is a team. Lives, sleeps, eats, fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is a lot of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting, under fire, than they do about fucking. We have the best food, the finest equipment, the best spirit and the best fighting men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor sons-of-bitches we are going up against. By God, I do!

My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit, either. The kind of man I want under me is like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Lugar against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand and busted hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German: All this with a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you.

All real heroes are not story book combat fighters either. Every man in the army plays a vital part. Every little job is essential. Don't ever let down, thinking your role is unimportant. Every man has a job to do. Every man is a link in the great chain. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells overhead, turned yellow and jumped headlong into the ditch? He could say to himself, "They won't miss me -- just one in thousands." What if every man said that? Where in hell would we be now? No, thank God, Americans don't say that! Every man does his job; every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important to the vast scheme of things. The Ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the Quartermaster to bring up the food and clothes to us -- for where we're going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man in the mess hall, even the one who heats the water to keep us from getting the GI shits has a job to do. Even the chaplain is important, for if we get killed and if he is not there to bury us we'd all go to hell.

Each man must not only think of himself, but of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this army. They should all be killed off like flies. If not they will go back home after the war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men.

One of the bravest men I ever saw in the African campaign was the fellow I saw on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were plowing toward Tunis. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at that time. He answered, "Fixing the wire, sir." "Isn't it a little unhealthy right now?," I asked. "Yes sir, but this goddamn wire's got to be fixed." There was a real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time.

You should have seen those trucks on the road to Gabes. The drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting around them all the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of these men drove over forty consecutive hours. These weren't combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it -- and in a whale of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost. All the links in the chain pulled together and that chain became unbreakable.

Don't forget, you don't know I'm here. No word of the fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell became of me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamn Germans. Someday I want them to raise up on their hind legs and howl, "Jesus Christ, it's the goddamn Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again."

We want to get the hell over there. We want to get over there and clear the goddamn thing up. You can't win a war lying down. The quicker we clean up this goddamn mess, the quicker we can take a jaunt against the purple pissing Japs an clean their nest out too, before the Marines get all the goddamn credit.

Sure, we all want to be home. We want this thing over with. The quickest way to get it over is to get the bastards. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin.I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake !  My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one. We'll win this war but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans we've got more guts than they have.

There is one great thing you men will all be able to say when you go home. You may thank God for it. Thank God, that at least, thirty years from now, when you are sitting around the fireside with your grandson on your knees, and he asks you what you did in the great war, you won't have to cough and say, "I shoveled shit in Louisiana." No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton! "

Hello Family !! I know,I know,its been a long time since I have come to the iland,been busy lately.....lots of stuff happening in life......didn't really get the time nor had the inclination to write anything......but u guys are my family....u ought to know whats happening in my life...so here I go....first the bad things.....

Dad got really sick and gave us a scare of our lives.Had to be hospitalised 4 times this month.So life for the last forthnight or so had become an endless procession of hospital visits,X-rays,doctors,nurses,syringes,night vigils etc.But now he is back home and doing fine.

My maternal grandma expired last week.She was 92.She and I shared a special bond 'cause I was the youngest son of her youngest daughter.So it was a big blow both for me and Mom,and the worse part we could not pay our last repects because of Dad'd condition.She was laid to rest day before yesterday.We'll have to be satisfied with the video recording of the proceedings.

And the worse : My hair has started falling with a vengence.At this rate I will become something of an Amrish Puri clone soon.Oh my Gosh...Somebody help me.After much hard work I was able to find a medicine to reverse my condition,but guess what's the side effect of using the drug------erectile dysfunctioN.OH..... MY... ....GOD.Somebody gimme a break......thats what I need my hair for anyways ,tsch tsch :-(

All these incidents made me contemplate suicide.....I mean suicide of my online avtaar.......but then I realised it was not all thorns....there were some good things happening too.....

Like I finally  was able to eliminate the resident mouse of my room.This mouse had been troubling me for the last 6 months.Poison,rat-trap we tried it all...but it didn't work.Finally this Easter I was able to kill that bastard.And what did him .......my 2 kg boot....ha ha ha ha.....burn in hell.( SEE THE MOUSE BEGGING FOR ITS LIFE in the pic attached )

And after a lot many days i was able to pray.I donno,a kind of spiritual vacuum had filled me up in the last couple of months....finally I was able to shrug it off...and pray....feels nice to know that somebody up there cares for u.

So u see life is going on fine.I guess there is no good luck or bad luck.....at the end of day it evens out for everybody.I believe I have a lot many ilands to visit and a lot many posts to read.Will be coming back with a vengence ;-)

MUAAA,
LUV,
P.

I AM A CROSS EYED JAVELIN THROWER,I DON'T SET THE RECORDS BUT I SURE DO KEEP THE AUDIENCE ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS ;-)

To anyone who is reading this post,this is to inform u that the marvelous Piyush Philip has decided to start a fan club in honour of his dear friend Jissy Thomas . FOJ is short for 'Fans of Jissy'. Access to and use of this club is provided by the marvelous Piyush Philip subject to the following terms:

 Rules for Membership :

1. People with pets aren't welcome to join this fan club.Why,u may ask ??? Well pets tend to freek out the marvelous Piyush Philip. So no pets or pet-lovers.Period.

2. You may not read,copy, reproduce, republish, download, post, broadcast, transmit, make available to the public, or otherwise use FOJ.com content in any way,not even for your own personal, non-commercial use.

3.Only people with an iota of 'sense of humour' would be allowed to join the group. If u have more than that,well then this ain't ur club,mate.

4.If u are a social misfit,mentally deraged,emotionally unstable or all of the three, u r welcome to join this club.Though the person to whom this club is dedicated won't agree,the marvelous Piyush Philip agrees.So that won't be a problem.

5.Offcourse u shud have read atleast one post submitted by Ms. Jissy Thomas on the iland and commented on it.Never mind if u liked the post or not,u automatically become a member of this club.Congratulations,u lucky pigs ;-)

6.Contributing material with the intention of committing or promoting an illegal act is strictly prohibited.The illegal activites include questioning the sense or sensibility of the patron of the club i.e. Ms.Jissy Thomas or the promoter of the club the marvelous Piyush Philip,or questioning the purpose of this post etc.

7.All the members of the SSS club become automatic members of this group.Again a round of applause to all those lucky souls.Don't know 'bout the SSS club ???? Well then go ahead,click this link www.I-have-an-IQ-similar-to-that-of-an-algae-and-I-am-proud-of-it.com .If u clicked this link without giving much thought then congratulations , u are SSS material,for more info. on the relevant topic u may visit Ms.Jissy's home page,the link to which is not provided here .(C'mon,am I supposed to spoon feed u Bozos ?? Find the link on ur own !!!) 

8. Oh,did I mention the fact that we don't have enough funds to build the web site for this club ?? So the first 100 lucky members will have to cough up 1000 bucks each to join the club.The rest of the members can join for free.

9.No narcissistic behaviour will be tolerated not even the teeny-weeny variety....except when it comes from the marvelous Piyush Philip.

10. All the citizens of The Democratic Secular Republic of North Korea automatically become members of this group.

Benefits of being a member of the FOJ club:

Hmmmm ......Well I can't think of any right now......but hey we can come up with something as we move on.

NOTE :

1. By joining FOJ club you agree to be legally bound by these terms, which shall take effect immediately on your first use of FOJ website as and when it is built. If you do not agree to be legally bound by all the terms mentioned above,well then this ain't ur day pal.

2. The marvelous Piyush Philip may change these terms at any time by posting changes online according to his wims and fancies. Please review these terms regularly to ensure you are aware of any changes made by the marvelous Piyush Philip.Your continued use of the club after changes are posted means you agree to be legally bound by these terms as updated and/or amended.

3.All disputes will have to be settled in the courts of The Democratic Secular Republic of North Korea.

Yevheniia Mikheenko
Legal Aid to the marvelous Piyush Philip
Shanty no :007
Pyongyang
The Democratic Secular Republic of North Korea.

Guys,the stupid stuff above was just for fun.Just wanted to tell u guys how much I love and respect u.Thought,this Holi will be a great time to tell u how much u guys mean to me. There is the ever sweet Jissy to whom this club is dedicated,my great friend Doc...aka Star Trekker(luv ya sweetheart),the ever pragmatic Princess (u simbly rock).The great Savita Ma'am,and offcourse the poetess Indigo Iris.Then there is Minimol Charles...simbly superb.......Munna with his Mumbaiyaa lingo, AJ chettan the great.....Babe...Shyama...do ya think I'll forget u ;-) The saint guy and his Iyer the great......my lil sis Spring-savi aka APpU...Chitra ma'am....my fellow Bhopali Jiby ;-) Urvi,Bud San.....the great PF...ur stories rock......;-) ,Meena Sundar Ma'am ,Priya,Shawna,....God I got too many friends....just kidding guys.....The more the merrier.....U guys rock.Keep on rocking guys.Wish I could start a fan club for all of u guys.Though,work keeps me away from the iland for long durations...but u all r in my heart.Ur posts, mails, comments and GB enteries are treasured.May we celebrate many more Holi's together. God Bless u . And God bless u rediff guys.Though there are chinks in ur software, u guys have provided us with a wonderful platform. Cheers to all of u.

Muaaaaa and tight hugs,
the not so marvelous Piyush Philip,
Chow.God Bless.


               HAPPY  HOLI

I am sure this has happened a lot many times to a lot many people.....I mean u hum a song and within a few seconds u here the same song playing on a radio or a stereo nearby.....it happened to me some days ago.

Me and my roomie in those days had  this habbit of going out on our bikes every night to have tea...i know it sounds stupid but almost every night between 11:30 and 12...we just have to take a bike and ride to the railway station to have tea and our daily dose of nicotine   . Anyways..that night as my roomie was driving,with me on the pillion,he said...'Sing a song mate...' and almost for no specific reason,and in fact it was pure irony indeed,I started humming Louis Armstrong's  .... 'Its a wonderful world'..... why I sang it i'll never know....I mean those  days had been hard on me....I was suffering from some kind of Anti-Midas touch syndrome...I mean everything I touch turns to dust.....I just don't seem to get any thing right.....but still I sang ....and then just suddenly,maybe as a sign from the God above a car passed us by......and guess which song was playing.... :-) yep.....its a wonderful world......hey those of u who haven't heard it....here is how it goes.....


I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"

I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah


Maybe it really is a wonderful world....ya we do have our troubles.......and many of us,including me,who concentrate on the big picture tend to miss the finer details of life.....and the devil offcourse lies in the details.There are too many things in life to be thankful and be happy about...and really,these are the small-small things in life...things we tend to take for granted which really make us who we are.......and inspite of all the talk of the world having gone to the dogs,it still is.................a wonderful world.Chow.luv.P. ;-)

ok first the good news (as far as people around me are concerned) I have given up smoking.Now the bad news(as far as I am concerned) to quit smoking is tough...real tough.All this was a part of a bet with an old chum of mine(himself an avid smoker) .We both decided to give up sutta together for 1 month,whoever balks first pays the other a 1000 bucks (stupid me ???) Its been 7 days since I last smoked.....the going is getting tougher day by day.Its not that I haven't tried quittin before.In the last 12 months this is my 17th attempt at quitting...wait or is it the 19th.........ehhh...who cares ??? But one funny thing I noticed was that every time I tried quitting it was either the elements that conspired against me...I mean it suddenly will become cloudy....soggy etc....and with that kind of weather u just ought to smoke....or it will be my stars that shun me...I mean everything is going fine in life...i quit smoking...and suddenly things take a turn for the worse I am in deep shit,....and i just ought to smoke to relieve myself of my tension....so thats that...
for the last few days the newspapers are full of reports about Barak Obama's ( the democratic presidential hopeful for next years elections in the US of A) dirty little nicotine habit.It seems the Yanks just can't stand a President who smokes(atleast openly).But think of it...I mean how many decisions of importance have gone wrong b'coz of the incumbent's nicotine habit.....drinking I understand......but smoking.....gimme a break !!!!
As I am writing this post another bit of interesting info. has turned up on my google page.Its an incredible bit of scientific discovery in the making.It seems that people who damage a prune sized slab of brain tissue called the insula were able to give up smoking insatntly.....Voila.....as soon as I finish writing this...I am going to bang my head on the bathroom-door.....maybe ....just maybe I'll damge my insula and I'll be permenently clean.
Ok I am stopping now....my craving for nicotine is making me write all this stupid stuff.......my nicotine starved soul cries out for redemption....I guess u guys can't make any sense of all this........even I can't make any sense of it......but just remeber this :

"It's the will u need to leave cigarettes not WILLS "

:-) Chow.God Bless. Piyu.