Here Iam, this is me.....hmmm....that was not what I meant to say.....those are Bryan's words...Bryan who? Bryan Adams.....the living legend with the guitar and a passionate voicebox.Screeeeech.....Here Iam sitting in this room.All alone.No cologne.Stop you moron.Oh comeon. Iam so sorry. I can't help my rhyme sensing and linking system. It takes charge wherever it finds any hint of senseless scope. Now if you are keen on knowing who designed such a creative device, well you are looking at his typed words.So I was saying, Here Iam. sitting all alone in this room. There I see a broom. I was listening to Dhoom.There..vishal goes Vrooom.Have you played Doom?Sorry...sorry...you know it wasn't me. Well....there have been times when I just sit blank and stare into nowhere. You click me and then you will know what "dumb" looks like. Over the past few days I've been having weird dreams. Dreams about peple whom I hate the most. But strangely what I remember of my dream is that we met like friends and discussed our lives.Strange.There seems to be no end to these strange happenings.Maybe dream is a smudge-stick that dissolves the distinction between the friend and the foe. Maybe dreams show me what Jim Carrey portrayed "Hank" in Me, Myself and Irene. "Here Iam..