Monthly Archives: September 2009

More than 3 months have passed by; still feels like she is just off on a long trip to a distant country. Like she would soon return with stories she’s waiting to reveal. Well, 3 months have passed by. What scares me more is that with each passing day, the memories become so distant, so aloof. The images are greying and it shatters my heart to think of her as someone who was, and, no more is.

Anyway, I’ve been working for 3 years now. Have switched 3 jobs and have done a host of things – some focussed, some absolutely out of the blue. Working brings to a person “the trick of the trade” but I am still a novice in that school. They say professionalism is devoid of emotions, but with me I can barely work without putting my soul in it. And it’s just sad that it doesn’t matter. 3 years, same designation and almost the same package. Doesn’t say much about me now, does it?

Bangalore is getting colder – it rains everyday and that just messes the whole city up. For as much as I love the rains, it’s frustrating to wait for autos in the rain to commute to work and back. Fear of potholes all over the city stops me from getting my own vehicle also. Sigh.

I watched ‘Up’. The Pixar wonder movie is one of the cutest pieces of art I have seen in a long, long time. I strongly recommend watching the movie. It is adorable and extremely touching. Wow.

I have started wearing all colours – well OK maybe not *all*, but most. I am no more black and grey anymore. I actually have a bright yellow top! :)

I haven’t seen my mother’s face in a year now. I am so absolutely, completely looking forward to going home this Diwali.

You know what’s changed? I am no more an impulsive judge of people. Actually, I don’t judge them at all anymore. For some reason, I don’t want to. I am tired of people judging me and I have developed this aversion to waste my time and energy analysing someone who doesn’t give a damn anyway. Well, to begin with, I am sleeping well. It could also be because I am not stressing out any more. Which, I think, is good. Nothing’s worth it.

I don’t write as often as I used to. It’s quite disheartening to lose trust in my own writing. Hmmmm.

I need a big ego boost – like the biggest yet.

Weather? Rainy and gloomy
State of mind? just about OK
Song? “I gotta feeling”

Deepti says it’s not good to give so much attention to negativity in life. Fair enough! This one’s for u Deepti! :)

I love the rain.
I love winters.
I like babies.
I like cooking.
I like art.
I love dark chocolates.
I like the colour Green.
I love photography.
I like coffee, I love tea.
I love walking on a beach.
I secretly like to draw.
I like dogs, want one at my home too!
I love Pink Floyd and U2, I love music.
I enjoy watching meaningful movies.
I love my family.
I love to buy stationery.
I love to travel.
I like the idea of world peace.
I like the idea of ‘togetherness forever’.
I love witty people.
I like to clean.
I like doing the different.
I like to write.
I love old people.
I love chocolate mousse at Cafe Y.
I love Navneet.
I love my friends.
I love Diwali and New Years.
I love random conversations.
I like perfumes.
I love the smell of books.
I love lamp shades.
I like genuineness.
I like big houses.
I like bicycles.
I love old photographs.
I like mush.
I love ethnic wear.
I love kolhapuri chappals.
I love cotton saarees.
Ooh, I love Fab India stuff :D
I like the idea of running my own business, someday.
I like family get-togethers.
I love paper bags.
I love black boards.

And now that I am listing this down, there are so many things I loveeeeeeee!!

I hate the crackling sound of polythene bags.
I hate lizards (thanks for reminding me Tunu).
I hate dried ink pens – they frustrate me.
I hate staying hungry.
I hate mean people.
I hate the inevitability of death.
I hate procrastination.
I hate unambitious guys.
I hate being sick.
I hate going to the Doctor alone.
I hate potholes.
I hate dirty feet.
I hate chipped nailpaint.
I hate torn book covers.
I hate the smell of smoke.
I hate cynical, demotivating people.
I hate to spend my money on commuting in autos.
I hate people without compassion.
I hate body odour.
I hate dirty shoes.
I hate instability.
I hate watching mindless news bulletins.
I hate fake politicians.
I hate firms that don’t treat their employees as humans.
I hate rainy days that confine you.
I hate to see people putting their parents in Old Age homes.
I hate the ambiguity of God.
I hate objectifying of women.
I hate domestic violence.
I hate slippery floors.
I hate that being nice is being dumb these days.
I hate much more.
I just hate.

A song by Enya, with sadness which is beautiful and a meaning too profound…

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows, only time…
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time…

Who can say why your heart sights,
As your live flies, only time…
And who can say why your heart cries
when your love lies, only time…

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be ,in your heart…
and who can say when the day sleeps,
and the night keeps all your heart…
Night keeps all your heart…

Who can say if your love groves,
As your heart chose, only time…
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows, only time…

Who knows? Only time…
Who knows? Only time…