Bits and pieces

It's bits and pieces because thats how it always happens.One bit at a time.
Considering my love for RTL designing I would have rather preferred to have some large memories installed that would store all the bits. But no, even then all the bits would be scrambled.


Anyways, what makes me write this is the fact that today while driving back to home after dinner me and my friend were sort of discussing who had been more stupid. (OK! only I was discusisng and he was happily listening) I have always had a fascination for guns and have tried a few at the range. But back in those days when I was smaller than the guns and could not even lift them I use to move around with small-paper guns tucked at the waist inside my shorts exactly where the policemen always placed their holsters in the movies. It always seemed right that I join the army. And almost join I did, had it not been for a small bit in my life that caused a landslide change and re-arranged every other. But that uncomfortable change was one of the best. Today all my friends of the military college unanimously complain (read groan) about the way things are with them. Also I don't know if being shot by the terrorists and being lucky enough to survive is something that I would willingly want to happen to me.