A Fresh Start!

After a few infrequent posts over the course of past three years I have decided that I need a fresh start. So the thought came to my mind that this fresh start should have some kind of freshness... what should that be?

First Thought : Create a new Blog altogether
(Thinking) Forget it!!!

Second Option : New Post with just 'Fresh Start' written in subject
(Thinking) Too less!! Doesn't look fresh enough :S

Third Option : New Post with Pamela's pic
(Thinking) What the Fack! stay focused... stay focused...

After wasting much time over other totally useless ideas decided that lemme just jolt down a few things that have changed. So here I go...

Name: Aditya Jaiswal-- changed to -- p08adityaj
Location: Pune -- changed to -- Indore
Job status: Under paid employment -- changed to -- unemployed
Organization: Mr. Murthy's company -- changed to -- I I M Indore
Hobby: Sleeping -- changed to -- Cribbing about not getting enough sleep
Jargon Used: spring, MVC, hibernate etc. -- changed to - B2B, bottom line, strategy etc.
Waistline : 32 -- changed to -- 34 (Shit!!)

That's it... this looks fresh enough :)
Now even though this would mean taking out some time from those endless hours wasted on orkut and chat, I promises to increase (or rather start..) the frequency of posts here.

And just because it's my blog and therefore no body can stop me from posting whatever I want, here's my "freshly" clicked pic to end this post :)

End of Road...

Ever traveled on that Sunday afternoon on the highway and suddenly saw that small lake. Took the next left turn. Tried to find your way to the lake side with that small locked room..... So Beautiful!!! Taaaaa...aaaaa..kaadaak.... but now what. What was I really looking for, the lake or the whole fun and pains of reaching there. What do I do now? Is the afternoon over? Damn it.... Doesn't mean one's not happy. Infact I really loved the moment. But it also means the end of Road.....

2 O'Clock

2 A.M. of Saturday after a tiring Friday. I am supposed to be asleep. But this writing itself is a testimony of the fact that I am not. Why am I not sleep, because I am writing this… so the real question is why am I writing this? I just pondered over this for a few seconds trying to comprehend the answer to the question, still no answers. The question now is, “how am I supposed to know the answer to this question?” Am I in my behaviour exhibiting some cosmic law of confused entity or is this moment the random sample that defies the empirical laws, a black swan, maybe.