Unloading my think tank...

C'mon, lets sing like no one's watching!



An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

*take a bow*

The other day we went to the bank to open an account for ourselves. Such a good experience! We walked upto the bank, passed a lovely green park on the way. The roads are so clean, there's lane discipline, people are courteous. So at the bank, and there were so many people from different nationalities in the bank. There was us, then the banker was from Nigeria, 3-4 other Indians/Pakistanis/Bangladeshis (they all look alike I wonder why we fight), the lady behind the counter had a name that sounded very East-European. And, in the long queue after we opened the acct, there were Turkish, Malaysians, and so many other people. This is such a nice place to come to. The policies are such that they welcome people from different countries and give them a chance to build/re-build their lives here. Or just move to a better country.

There's one lady I know; she is from Sri Lanka. She tells me her family (which included 2 kids) ran from country to country before finally coming and settling down here in UK. Which was to escape the unrest in their own country. She says the UN helped them move to UK and helped them get jobs and home to live in. Isn't that amazing?

I love India, I miss my country, my food, my people; but UK is beautiful :) Its like a chhoti si duniya (a small world) in itself.