Learning to Fly...

Have you ever had days when you just walk around smiling like a moron ??? I have seen people do it and always wondered what on this pathetic excuse of a planet could be worth making a man so happy that he would smile for no apparent reason … Well now I have my answer …
A few days back , I got a link to something called Johari psychoanalysis test …. I love these tests … They are so full of shit , its hilarious …
http://kevan.org/johari?name=sab3k
So in this test , I was supposed to chose 5 traits that I thought would define me … and then my friends would give their 5 choices … Guess what only one of my 5 matched with those of others …. I guess what this means is that I am a raging schizophrenic with multiple personality disorder … Like I said … bloody hilarious … One dude actually thought that I am a deeply religious type of person … Fuckin asshole prolly got confused by my orange shirts … I guess its time I get rid of them …
Speaking of getting rid of stuff , have been on a “getting rid of “ spree … I have thrown out all strange items of clothing that I till now thought were pretty neat … It wasn’t easy … There was this double layered baseball Tshirt I had , which I absolutely loved … But I was told that double layed T’s went out of fashion along with white trousers … Which meant I also had to get rid of my White Linen trousers … Luckily I never got around buying those white leather shoes I love… Pretty sure I dwould have been forced to dump them too … However I did not give up without a fight and as part of the replacement shopping , bought myself a shirt which SRK wore in the Movie DON … Its dark blue with purple printed waves on it ;-) … It might not the most sophisticated shirt in the world but like they say “Don ko badalna Mushkil hi nahi… Na mumkin hai “
Neways , getting rid of stuff was the easy part … It got a whole lot tougher when I decided to get rid of my most disgusting habit … Smoking … Have been addicted to the death stick for years … I never felt the guilt of covering my lungs with Tar … Neither did I mind everything around me smelling like a burning tyre … A couple of months ago , one night I saw the devastation that the roll of tobacco can bring upon your loved ones … and I quit…
As you know , none of my posts is complete without some piece of life saving useful advice … This time , I am gonna tell you the secret of quitting … Be it stuff, habits , people ,memories ,credit card salesmen … You look at the subject one last time and say the magic words (preferably in your head ) “FUCK YOU” … and then forget about it … Distract yourself … every time you think about the subject , you call up a friend , chew gum , blast the speakers on your system , start an argument with your colleagues .. do whatever it takes to take you mind off … Now Ford Prefect has had a life time of experience in letting go … so it’s a lil easier for me … but trust you me , I have tried this technique many a time and it never fails … But then there are somethings that you just cant quit … Like blogging … I thought I could quit being Ford Prefect and get assimilated into the human society ... No could do … So here I am trying to give this wasteful habit of mine another shot... Lets see how it goes ... BTW G now has access to Bloomberg and of all the billions of terabytes of useful information that the terminal throws up , he is most fascinated by the "Quote of the day" he gets every morning ... and he makes it a point to diligently type the quote and SMS it to an esteemed list of people of which yours truely happens to be a proud member ... Thers one I absolutely loved ... it went " When you are at the edge of a cliff and all you see is darkness , take the step coz one of two things will happen... Either youll step on something , or youll learn to fly" A couple of moons back , I took the step ... and as it turns out ... Flying is seriously good fun ... And that ladies and gentlemen is the reason Ive been smiling like a complete jackass all day long , 7 days a week ...So keep your calenders open ... If you are lucky enough , you just might get an invitation to your first Betelgeusean wedding ...