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Remember the best friend that you had? The best friend you would give your life for? Remember the fight you had and you guys just parted ways? Remember that you still missed your best friend but he really didn’t care cos he wanted to move on. Remember that he had a profound impact on your life. Remember how you kept track of how he was doing and felt bad that you couldn’t help him when he was in trouble?
Jason Kidd, I am watching you. You left me, but I am still watching you. I am watching you run around in a Dallas uniform being marginally ineffective as a point guard. I am sure your pride is hurting. I am sure you regret what you did. Life has never been perfect and these imperfections are what creates the journey. I don’t see that steely look in your eyes anymore. I do not see the warrior and I feel bad that you have dipped yourself into the cauldron of mediocrity. The shooting is worse and your weaknesses have been exposed. The west is not being as kind as the east. You are in trouble my friend and you asked for it and I feel the pain because you were my best friend and now you walk your own path.

My blog

I am jobless. I took a picture of my blog.

Credit Card

Apparently it wasn’t her. I was checking my credit card bills. Damn scary. I would like to be given a credit card with a limit of 11 grand for the month and anything that I don’t use for that month should be transferred to the next like roll over minutes. Only thing is that someone else unknown to me is paying off the bill on a monthly basis. I would like for this credit card to have a good points program so that I can get free shit. I can stay home and find ways to use the points wisely. My wife can still work if she wants. This credit card should have global access and I can also withdraw money anywhere in the world. The limit should be set to maybe a grand.

Alu something

I guess I will write for my buddy gawker. I don’t know what to write about. I just got home some time ago and right now listening to the song from gawker’s blog. It is good. I have to start listening to music again. I wonder if L Sub has released any new albums. There was this time when I was so obsessed with him and Jagjit Singh. I used to buy all their albums. I converted so many people.
Mind is as useless as a complete trash can. I am busy accumulating materialistic things. Don’t even know why we need all these gadgets. One day it’s an I-phone and the other day it is a car. Hopefully it will stop and meaning will creep back into certain things that I do. Man, I didn’t know growing up would mean this. This is what I call regressing.
I can’t wait for spring and then summer. Yesterday we were out in a reservation with my family and the dog. I am listening to this song again by Sonu Nigam. The guy has an awesome voice as far as you can ignore the video. He really should get someone else to do his videos. I tried my hand at cooking today after ages. Hopefully the damn thing tastes right. I am waiting for my wife to come home so that I can eat. The amount of money we spend eating outside, I could have bought three more houses. It is bloody ridiculous and has to stop. There are many top less men jumping in circles in this video.

http://goose-egg.blogspot.com/


Whoever is reading this might as well watch the video.
She is home and I am off to chow chow.

Looking for

Junoon- Azadi
Colonial Cousins- MTV Unplugged

Jason Kidd

As my team slips into oblivion, I ponder about what I have been feeling for the past 2-3 weeks. Jason Kidd is gone. Jason left me and the remains of my tattered team. A team ill prepared both mentally and physically. Coached by a man who isn’t equipped to deal with the needs of the game. A man whose time has probably come and gone due to the fact that he is running around in circles. Jason Kidd brought respectability to the franchise irrespective of the person that he was. He competed hard on the court and made everyone around him much much better. Jefferson signed a 60 Million dollar deal with the nets. He is worth half the money right now. He looks listless and lost. The hand that fed him has left the building and if he doesn’t figure things out fast, he will be another small forward who played the game but never achieved anything on his own.
I do not blame Kidd for leaving. Every driven man gives it all to what he believes in for a certain period of time. Then, they pack up and leave to a scenario which hopefully will help them get there. We all do it. We all search for that elusive success. For him, being the ring.
I am watching you and I wish you the best. As for me, I watch my team struggle mired in mediocrity and slipping into the lower echelons of the NBA.