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  You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? We're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.  

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      I am bored a lot and I really don’t know what to do and nor I am in the mood to write anything, so I just started off this blabber…Wearing a glass can be as cool as enjoying a sun bath in Miami. You ride as if Schumaker has taken rebirth inside you. You get to the top of the world and your speedometer couldn’t exceed one revolution, zoom you go in between tyres, people scream at you and it pours in you as blessings. It seems every eyes on the road is on you (but the reality is no one cares), mount road becomes a F1 Track and fellow riders become your competitors.


      Your bike becomes a hardly Davidson, metallic jazzes reverberate inside you and thoughts action sense all focused on the single point ‘speed and style’. Facing the sun is a kid’s game now, you look at it as if you have out performed it and the way you look, positive energy flows around you, suddenly matrix level sequences happens around you, you are the only one in motion now everything stands still. Scene 2 Neo gets in…




      You are transformed to the virtual world, the traffic police trying to catch up with you become the virus agent, the stage set for battle, but unfortunately there is no Morpheus or Trinity to accompany you. One on One…

      You take the glass out of your eyes, wow you are in reality, smoke girls noise hospitals traffic signals red green yellow huge advertisements board .. well its our city Chennai and its mount road signal .. 3…2..1 .. Green signal, the glass sets in .. Bond .. James Bond enter… Scene 3 continues…

      Well all this build up is for a glass which I bought yesterday and I love it.

      Ray - Ban - Friday, February 10, 2006 -

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