After air, water, food and family, my fifth lifeline has been friends. Friends who stood by me through thick and thin. Some new, some very old. Some i havent met for years and not spoken to over weeks, but still the connection is strong. I have to be really lucky to have such wonderful people around me, who dont judge but simply love.
When iv found myself in doldrums, the hands that pulled me out came easily. Support was a phonecall away. I cant imagine life without them. On days when you know somethings bothering you - friends give that listening ear without looking at the watch, how much time has gone by speaking. The feeling of security and optimism friends provide makes the panic attack I have subside. I can avoid meeting them, fight with them, irritate them, annoy them, not return phonecalls, not reply to sms's, howl and growl and crib to them, but i know they will still be there.
So here's to all you my gems -
You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was friends with you
(A lil tweaked version of a song)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Spotted
What do you do when you bump into someone familiar, and you are with friends. Exchange pleasantries and catch up with the latest and ofcourse introduce the others. Well, not always.
Today,I was sitting with a friend, into a serious discussion and this friend of mine suddenly spotted a familiar face coming toward us. Lo and Behold. The next instant, i saw my friend trying to wipe the nose wierdly. I thought maybe its general nose itching. But, it was a exaggerated movement of hand trying hide the face.
I thought it was just demons working in my head. I was playing the devil's advocate. To clear up the air in my head, i asked a straightforward question to my friend - Are you trying to hide yourself from being spotted with me? I did not need the answer. My friend had that look on the face that said - im flawless, the only flaw is that im sitting with you. I wished i could have disappeared in a jiffy from that place not knowing how to deal with such disrespect to your company.
Nevermind. Sometimes you're the bird, sometimes you are the statue. Guess, fair enough, it was my turn to be the statue.
Today,I was sitting with a friend, into a serious discussion and this friend of mine suddenly spotted a familiar face coming toward us. Lo and Behold. The next instant, i saw my friend trying to wipe the nose wierdly. I thought maybe its general nose itching. But, it was a exaggerated movement of hand trying hide the face.
I thought it was just demons working in my head. I was playing the devil's advocate. To clear up the air in my head, i asked a straightforward question to my friend - Are you trying to hide yourself from being spotted with me? I did not need the answer. My friend had that look on the face that said - im flawless, the only flaw is that im sitting with you. I wished i could have disappeared in a jiffy from that place not knowing how to deal with such disrespect to your company.
Nevermind. Sometimes you're the bird, sometimes you are the statue. Guess, fair enough, it was my turn to be the statue.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Whats in a name?
That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. The question would have left even shakespeare with a question mark on his head. So, whats the big deal in a name, il try to figure out as i write this post. But there is something about your name that really makes you smile, everytime you see it either on a tea stall board or behind a Car or you meet another person with the same name, for an instant you swell up with pride.
And its not just the name, the way its spelt too. I get really cross, if people dont get my name right or the spellings and pronounciation right. And believe, every conference call i have with clients, and they say my name in a funny way - i feel like hitting them with a wooden ruler on the knuckels just like my kindergarden teacher used to if i did not get a word right. Well, no leniency there, coz my name is a four letter word with no silent alphabets.
And then there are some people who would spell their name in the most inane way. I once had a trainer who spelled her name with probably all the vowels just to make sure the angrez got the correct accent. She spelled her name as 'Maniecka'. And a different breed will add an extra 'i' or a 's'. Karieena, Niteenn, Sseemma, Ekktaa - all stupid fans of numerlogists. The South Indians have so looooooooong names that their initials have the same number of characters as my name. :P Take for instance, remembering the full name of former president - Avul Pakir Jainilabdeen Abdul Kalam Manakkayar - or the Srilankan Cricketers can cause partial paralysis of the tongue. :P Why cant they keep it simple and short. Having names makes us different from the rats, so we answer to our names, rather than answering to a call like - Hey, You - Yellow Shirt. The name is so dear, that women tend to keep their maiden name even after marriage and add the new surname as a suffix.
Naming the is important, as i feel the name has a bearing on your personality. The name is our identity, that no one can steal away from us. The family name and surname gives you a sense of belonging. The family names build the ancestry and the family tree, often denoting the occupation as well. So, Dear shakespeare, Wherever art thou - the answer to your question is, There is a lot in the name. The whole paraphernalia of your life in a grain of sand that is engraved on the epitaph. We may die, but our names live forever.
And its not just the name, the way its spelt too. I get really cross, if people dont get my name right or the spellings and pronounciation right. And believe, every conference call i have with clients, and they say my name in a funny way - i feel like hitting them with a wooden ruler on the knuckels just like my kindergarden teacher used to if i did not get a word right. Well, no leniency there, coz my name is a four letter word with no silent alphabets.
And then there are some people who would spell their name in the most inane way. I once had a trainer who spelled her name with probably all the vowels just to make sure the angrez got the correct accent. She spelled her name as 'Maniecka'. And a different breed will add an extra 'i' or a 's'. Karieena, Niteenn, Sseemma, Ekktaa - all stupid fans of numerlogists. The South Indians have so looooooooong names that their initials have the same number of characters as my name. :P Take for instance, remembering the full name of former president - Avul Pakir Jainilabdeen Abdul Kalam Manakkayar - or the Srilankan Cricketers can cause partial paralysis of the tongue. :P Why cant they keep it simple and short. Having names makes us different from the rats, so we answer to our names, rather than answering to a call like - Hey, You - Yellow Shirt. The name is so dear, that women tend to keep their maiden name even after marriage and add the new surname as a suffix.
Naming the is important, as i feel the name has a bearing on your personality. The name is our identity, that no one can steal away from us. The family name and surname gives you a sense of belonging. The family names build the ancestry and the family tree, often denoting the occupation as well. So, Dear shakespeare, Wherever art thou - the answer to your question is, There is a lot in the name. The whole paraphernalia of your life in a grain of sand that is engraved on the epitaph. We may die, but our names live forever.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Dilli (2)6
If you have lived in a city long enough, you see the city change its landscape. You tend to see it the way you always have - A homely familiarity that makes you spot the new against the old or look at the old anew. I was born in Delhi and twenty six years later, i can say 'Jeena yahan marna yahan...iske siwa jana kahan' has been the song of my life, so far.
I have grown up - playing in the streets of a delhi mohalla, travelling on the cramped terror blue line buses, eating street food, shoppping and haggling at the conventional karol bagh and sarojini nagar markets , fleecing autowallas, standing in traffic jams for hours coz some VIP, CM and the likes are passing by, attending Delhi University fests. And i have been a witness the massive changes to the face of Delhi - the swanky metro rail, the first mall - Ansal's Plaza, the numerous flyovers and the malls that are now sprawling, the CNG revolution.
But thank god for small mercies - there is still some heritage value that Delhi holds despite the fact delhi is a global city and on the map of the world. The old shakuntalam theatre still stands proudly. Driving around India Gate roundabout, just to eat icecream by the lush green lawns of India Gate. Paranthe wali gali. Peddle Boating at Zoo. Palika and Gaffar are the places where you get EVERYTHING under the sun. And there is so much more about Delhi - that makes it so special.
Ofcourse, Home is where the heart is. Dilli hai dilwalon ki. Delhi is home for me. Delhi has taught me a lot of important lessons in life, and a lot of credit goes to this city for the person i am today. With each passing day, Delhi becomes dearer and my love affair with Delhi becomes more intense.
Here's to you Delhi -
Mausam khushnuma ye dekh ke, Dil Dilli ke aur kareeb ho gaya hai...
Yahin raha hai, yahin kho gaya hai...
Har boond baarish ki, mitti mein kuch aisi milti hai...
Goonj ke dil se Dilli Dilli aah nikalti hai...
Love You, Delhi!
I have grown up - playing in the streets of a delhi mohalla, travelling on the cramped terror blue line buses, eating street food, shoppping and haggling at the conventional karol bagh and sarojini nagar markets , fleecing autowallas, standing in traffic jams for hours coz some VIP, CM and the likes are passing by, attending Delhi University fests. And i have been a witness the massive changes to the face of Delhi - the swanky metro rail, the first mall - Ansal's Plaza, the numerous flyovers and the malls that are now sprawling, the CNG revolution.
But thank god for small mercies - there is still some heritage value that Delhi holds despite the fact delhi is a global city and on the map of the world. The old shakuntalam theatre still stands proudly. Driving around India Gate roundabout, just to eat icecream by the lush green lawns of India Gate. Paranthe wali gali. Peddle Boating at Zoo. Palika and Gaffar are the places where you get EVERYTHING under the sun. And there is so much more about Delhi - that makes it so special.
Ofcourse, Home is where the heart is. Dilli hai dilwalon ki. Delhi is home for me. Delhi has taught me a lot of important lessons in life, and a lot of credit goes to this city for the person i am today. With each passing day, Delhi becomes dearer and my love affair with Delhi becomes more intense.
Here's to you Delhi -
Mausam khushnuma ye dekh ke, Dil Dilli ke aur kareeb ho gaya hai...
Yahin raha hai, yahin kho gaya hai...
Har boond baarish ki, mitti mein kuch aisi milti hai...
Goonj ke dil se Dilli Dilli aah nikalti hai...
Love You, Delhi!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Carrot Cake
Im not very fond of cooking everyday meals, but tell me to cook something special im game. So, i decided to try out a very old recipe for Carrot Cake that i remembered from the top of my head. And Buoy o Buoy - the cake turned out to be finger licking awesome. Here's the recipe -
Ingredients:
1 cup grated carrots
1 cup sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
1 tbsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 eggs
1 cup flour (maida)
2 tbsp cinnamon (dalchini)
1/2 tbsp nutmeg (Jaiphal)
1/2 tbsp ginger
Instructions:
Mix together carrots, sugar, ginger, flour, cinnamon, nutmeg until well blended.
Beat the egg white and yellow separately. Mix them with oil and blend the above mixture well.
Pour into a microwave pan. Microwave for 6-7 minutes on high power, turning once or twice. Let cake stand 10 minutes before removing from pan.
Cheat Codes to a perfect cake:
Blend the mixture in one direction only, or you'l get knots in the cake.
Grind the sugar to avoid sugar crystals.
Use a toothpick to poke into the cake to check if its cooked. If the stick is clean, the cake is baked.
Do try out the recipe and tell me how it was!!
Ingredients:
1 cup grated carrots
1 cup sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
1 tbsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 eggs
1 cup flour (maida)
2 tbsp cinnamon (dalchini)
1/2 tbsp nutmeg (Jaiphal)
1/2 tbsp ginger
Instructions:
Mix together carrots, sugar, ginger, flour, cinnamon, nutmeg until well blended.
Beat the egg white and yellow separately. Mix them with oil and blend the above mixture well.
Pour into a microwave pan. Microwave for 6-7 minutes on high power, turning once or twice. Let cake stand 10 minutes before removing from pan.
Cheat Codes to a perfect cake:
Blend the mixture in one direction only, or you'l get knots in the cake.
Grind the sugar to avoid sugar crystals.
Use a toothpick to poke into the cake to check if its cooked. If the stick is clean, the cake is baked.
Do try out the recipe and tell me how it was!!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
A Nose Job
A lot of water has flown down the river since i last wrote. By far, the only significant thing since then has been me getting a nose piercing done, costing me a little more than hundred rupees to aquire the piercing and the cute lil nose pin.
But, i tell you - the fun isnt in the money. And obviously its no big deal to get your nose pierced, specially when people are opting for more unconventional spots - the eye brows, lips, navel etc to flaunt their piercings. Im not too much of a fan of body art - nose, ear piercings and tattoos work for me. Other piercings kind of repel me.
Body piercing has been around for thousands of years. The earliest known body piercings were depicted on stone carvings found in Iraq in the 9th Century B.C. and in China as early as 2000 B.C. The Mayans and the Aztecs believed they would be closer to the gods through tongue piercing. Egyptians used naval piercing to mark the rite of passage from child to adult. The Romans considered nipple piercing as symbolic of virility, strength and manhood. And the Victorians were known to pierce body parts to denote their royal status.
A few years back i was way too chicken to get my nose pierced thinking it was too traditional. To me it was a symbol of belonging to a conservative family with middle class sensibilities. But now in 2009, there's been a pardigm shift in my thinking. Its the 'IN' thing, with even the west adopting it. Heidi Klum, Madonna, Britney, Ashanti have all been sporting it. But now, the nose pin is not just a piece of jewellery. Its Ethnic. Uber Cool. Earthy. Clssy.
So, I sat on the chair, with clenched fists and closed eyes to get the piercing done. The shopkeeper made a mark with a pen on my nostril. After a few rounds of me questioning - Will it hurt and the shopkeeper's assurances that it wont. I was finally ready for it. He just shoved the gun with the pin into my nostril and the process was over in a fraction of a second. There wasnt any pain while piercing, it just felt like a prick of a pin. Khoda pahaad nikli chuhiya! A glance in the mirror a minute later, the stud was sitting nicely on my nose, shining brightly.
I plan to get a small sparkling diamong nose pin. Im loving the new look and the compliments im getting. :) Who likes to get drowned in a sea of million faces. So,you better do something - get a tattoo or a blue streak of hair or a piercing and get noticed too!!
Till then, Cook your eggs sunny side up.
But, i tell you - the fun isnt in the money. And obviously its no big deal to get your nose pierced, specially when people are opting for more unconventional spots - the eye brows, lips, navel etc to flaunt their piercings. Im not too much of a fan of body art - nose, ear piercings and tattoos work for me. Other piercings kind of repel me.
Body piercing has been around for thousands of years. The earliest known body piercings were depicted on stone carvings found in Iraq in the 9th Century B.C. and in China as early as 2000 B.C. The Mayans and the Aztecs believed they would be closer to the gods through tongue piercing. Egyptians used naval piercing to mark the rite of passage from child to adult. The Romans considered nipple piercing as symbolic of virility, strength and manhood. And the Victorians were known to pierce body parts to denote their royal status.
A few years back i was way too chicken to get my nose pierced thinking it was too traditional. To me it was a symbol of belonging to a conservative family with middle class sensibilities. But now in 2009, there's been a pardigm shift in my thinking. Its the 'IN' thing, with even the west adopting it. Heidi Klum, Madonna, Britney, Ashanti have all been sporting it. But now, the nose pin is not just a piece of jewellery. Its Ethnic. Uber Cool. Earthy. Clssy.
So, I sat on the chair, with clenched fists and closed eyes to get the piercing done. The shopkeeper made a mark with a pen on my nostril. After a few rounds of me questioning - Will it hurt and the shopkeeper's assurances that it wont. I was finally ready for it. He just shoved the gun with the pin into my nostril and the process was over in a fraction of a second. There wasnt any pain while piercing, it just felt like a prick of a pin. Khoda pahaad nikli chuhiya! A glance in the mirror a minute later, the stud was sitting nicely on my nose, shining brightly.
I plan to get a small sparkling diamong nose pin. Im loving the new look and the compliments im getting. :) Who likes to get drowned in a sea of million faces. So,you better do something - get a tattoo or a blue streak of hair or a piercing and get noticed too!!
Till then, Cook your eggs sunny side up.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Conspiracy Theories
Over the past few days, news of Omar Abdullah being the youngest CM at 38 has been doing rounds. Just after the results of the poll, he commented - "If you really want something, the universe conspires for it, and you get it". And i have been wondering, how true is the Alchemist Theory by Paulo Coelho. Do the laws of Attraction really exist?
Do we really get what we want and desire? Is there some mystical powerful entity in our universe that works like an undercover agent to get us what we want. If we truly desire something and firmly believe its possible, the laws of attraction will work, says the Alchemist Theory. The only pre-condition is - you should know what you want and be receptible to whatever comes our way. Maybe, coz in the grander scheme of things, its the plan the universe has for you, which is unfolding.
Remember SRK as Om in Om Shanti Om saying - Kitni shiddat se tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai.. Ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai..Kehte hain agar kisi cheez ko agar dil se chaho to saari kayanaat tumhe usse milane ki koshish me lag jaati hai. And he did get what he wanted.
So its the heart, that will get us to the place we want, the brain may have the logic and makes you think and then those little voices in the head sow the seeds of doubt. And then when there is a doubt, the conviction to want something isnt at its best. The brain dilutes what the heart says.
Probably thats why Santa and Children are inseparable. Arent, children blissfully happy? They do what they feel like doing, without applying the mind to judge things. As a child, the purity in the wish and strong belief in Santa gets them what they write on a piece of paper and hang it in the stocking by the christmas tree or mail it to Santa at North Pole. And then we grow up, the brain starts doing what it does best - trying to put logic into everything. And the Santa Claus magic does not work for us anymore. No adult would believe in the legend of Santa. We let the brain rule and ruin the happiness we used to have a kid.
So listen to your heart when its calling for you. Next time you drop a coin in the wishing well - make sure the wish is doubt proof and you know what you want. Nourish the child in you. Wish earnestly like a child, let the Laws of Attraction work and the world will be at your feet.
Wishful thinking till then.
Do we really get what we want and desire? Is there some mystical powerful entity in our universe that works like an undercover agent to get us what we want. If we truly desire something and firmly believe its possible, the laws of attraction will work, says the Alchemist Theory. The only pre-condition is - you should know what you want and be receptible to whatever comes our way. Maybe, coz in the grander scheme of things, its the plan the universe has for you, which is unfolding.
Remember SRK as Om in Om Shanti Om saying - Kitni shiddat se tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai.. Ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai..Kehte hain agar kisi cheez ko agar dil se chaho to saari kayanaat tumhe usse milane ki koshish me lag jaati hai. And he did get what he wanted.
So its the heart, that will get us to the place we want, the brain may have the logic and makes you think and then those little voices in the head sow the seeds of doubt. And then when there is a doubt, the conviction to want something isnt at its best. The brain dilutes what the heart says.
Probably thats why Santa and Children are inseparable. Arent, children blissfully happy? They do what they feel like doing, without applying the mind to judge things. As a child, the purity in the wish and strong belief in Santa gets them what they write on a piece of paper and hang it in the stocking by the christmas tree or mail it to Santa at North Pole. And then we grow up, the brain starts doing what it does best - trying to put logic into everything. And the Santa Claus magic does not work for us anymore. No adult would believe in the legend of Santa. We let the brain rule and ruin the happiness we used to have a kid.
So listen to your heart when its calling for you. Next time you drop a coin in the wishing well - make sure the wish is doubt proof and you know what you want. Nourish the child in you. Wish earnestly like a child, let the Laws of Attraction work and the world will be at your feet.
Wishful thinking till then.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Coffee, Gupshup etc
Visited Sam's parents this weekend. Auntie is a History Lecturer at one of the best colleges in North Campus. She is a very simple yet an arty lady and an excellent conversationalist. Her knowledge about Arts and Literature is immense. Being a Bengali adds to her arty side. And sam tells me, she likes me a lot too. So you see, its a mutual admiration society. Im in total awe of her simple and uncomplex philosphies about life. There is so much warmth and positivity that oozes from her. I should visit her more often.
We chatted for long over coffee about life, work, movies, college, batchmates etc. As we spoke the talks became less random, more philosophical. Had a good discussion with her about life, its intricacies. Talking about batchmates she casually said to me - Dont you think, the curse of Professional Education is peer pressure? Isnt it true - The answer to how well i am doing is relative to how my batchmates are doing in career and their personal lives.
A lot can happen over coffee. Indeed.
Talking of happening, Aamir Khan is so happening in Ghajini. Although the movie is a adaptation of Momento and a remake of Tamil Movie. Its a run of the mill story - revenge for the killed lover. A cliched story, but it been done very well. Even with the action, blood and gory scenes, i found the movie to be very sensitive and moving. With hardly any dialogues for Aamir, the expressions on the face, the intensity in the look of the eye conveys it all. The length of the film did not worry me, however at one point i was very restless to find out what unfolded in the second diary. Ghajini gripped my attention, glued me to the screen and gets my vote for the movie for the year. Kudos to Aamir and the Director.
Oh, did i tell you, 'Buying Jeans' has always been a mini project for me. Those who have accompanied me while shopping for jeans would know. Ive always had a harrowing time trying numerous pairs of every brand under the sun, and yet not one fitted well. So specially made i am :P But,But,But for the very first time in the history of me shopping for jeans - the first shop i entered,the first pair of jeans i tried, it fitted me perfectly, i paid the bill and walked out in flat 15 minutes. It was a very big achievement. Icing on the cake - a flat 50% discount on the purchase.
*Thinks Enough yapping* This is the only place where i can say as much as i want without any boundaries. I often wonder, who the hell reads such inane stuff that i post. But hey, my visitor map tells me my blogs are read. It isnt a bad statistic - four out of seven continents have atleast one visitor to my blog. But, im not loud enough to reach Africa, South America and Antartica.
Seriously enough yapping, im not even talking sense now, but what the heck - this isnt supposed to be a constitution. Anyways, I should seriously shut up.
Okay, last words for the day - Good Night!
Im impossible, i know. :D
We chatted for long over coffee about life, work, movies, college, batchmates etc. As we spoke the talks became less random, more philosophical. Had a good discussion with her about life, its intricacies. Talking about batchmates she casually said to me - Dont you think, the curse of Professional Education is peer pressure? Isnt it true - The answer to how well i am doing is relative to how my batchmates are doing in career and their personal lives.
A lot can happen over coffee. Indeed.
Talking of happening, Aamir Khan is so happening in Ghajini. Although the movie is a adaptation of Momento and a remake of Tamil Movie. Its a run of the mill story - revenge for the killed lover. A cliched story, but it been done very well. Even with the action, blood and gory scenes, i found the movie to be very sensitive and moving. With hardly any dialogues for Aamir, the expressions on the face, the intensity in the look of the eye conveys it all. The length of the film did not worry me, however at one point i was very restless to find out what unfolded in the second diary. Ghajini gripped my attention, glued me to the screen and gets my vote for the movie for the year. Kudos to Aamir and the Director.
Oh, did i tell you, 'Buying Jeans' has always been a mini project for me. Those who have accompanied me while shopping for jeans would know. Ive always had a harrowing time trying numerous pairs of every brand under the sun, and yet not one fitted well. So specially made i am :P But,But,But for the very first time in the history of me shopping for jeans - the first shop i entered,the first pair of jeans i tried, it fitted me perfectly, i paid the bill and walked out in flat 15 minutes. It was a very big achievement. Icing on the cake - a flat 50% discount on the purchase.
*Thinks Enough yapping* This is the only place where i can say as much as i want without any boundaries. I often wonder, who the hell reads such inane stuff that i post. But hey, my visitor map tells me my blogs are read. It isnt a bad statistic - four out of seven continents have atleast one visitor to my blog. But, im not loud enough to reach Africa, South America and Antartica.
Seriously enough yapping, im not even talking sense now, but what the heck - this isnt supposed to be a constitution. Anyways, I should seriously shut up.
Okay, last words for the day - Good Night!
Im impossible, i know. :D
Friday, January 2, 2009
A Bad Start
On any given cold, chilly winter winter morning, the ignition of the car gets stuck and the car would not start smoothly. I had some choking too to make a new start on New Years Day of 2009. The start to the new year wasnt rocking at all. Infact it was far from rocking. Call it rocky!
I am always on/before time whenever i have to go out for some work or to meet someone. The morning started with me getting late for no specific reason. I was late by ten minutes. Thats a lot by my standards.
Also as a routine, every year i start by wishing near and dear ones first thing in the morning. This year it was different. I just replied to whoever smsed or called. But there was something amiss.
By evening found myself sulking even more, feeling lost in time and alone in space. It seemed like no angel in heaven could break the satan spell i was under. The only place that seemed safe and comforting was my bed and quilt. Tears flowed easily, skipped dinner, wishing for sleep with a silent prayer.
What a bad start to the new year. It could not have been worse. The only thoughts that did rounds were that things get worse before getting better, you have to be lost to find yourself. A small lesson learnt the hardway.
The only constants in my life at this moment-Its Friday, 3:30 AM, January 2, 2009 by my system clock. I am 26 years old and my city is Delhi.
I hope with tommorrow's sun rise i can put this bad first day behind me. With a little faith that i have in myself,i hope the rest of the 364 days have something good in store for me. Dont know whats coming my way this year. But one thing is for sure - Il be wishing for the best and preparing for the worst.
Peace!
I am always on/before time whenever i have to go out for some work or to meet someone. The morning started with me getting late for no specific reason. I was late by ten minutes. Thats a lot by my standards.
Also as a routine, every year i start by wishing near and dear ones first thing in the morning. This year it was different. I just replied to whoever smsed or called. But there was something amiss.
By evening found myself sulking even more, feeling lost in time and alone in space. It seemed like no angel in heaven could break the satan spell i was under. The only place that seemed safe and comforting was my bed and quilt. Tears flowed easily, skipped dinner, wishing for sleep with a silent prayer.
What a bad start to the new year. It could not have been worse. The only thoughts that did rounds were that things get worse before getting better, you have to be lost to find yourself. A small lesson learnt the hardway.
The only constants in my life at this moment-Its Friday, 3:30 AM, January 2, 2009 by my system clock. I am 26 years old and my city is Delhi.
I hope with tommorrow's sun rise i can put this bad first day behind me. With a little faith that i have in myself,i hope the rest of the 364 days have something good in store for me. Dont know whats coming my way this year. But one thing is for sure - Il be wishing for the best and preparing for the worst.
Peace!
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