That's nothing.. disappointment peaked in the first few days of the year.. its amazing how your mind plays games on you.. holds out candy on a string high above you... And then shows someone else blatantly eating that candy... Something you don't even know, someone you've never even met.. And dreams, and then the ball drops, shatters all the dreams just when you start dreaming..
And to top it all, the weather,.. Its too cold, is too sleepy, its too cosy to do anything other than lie in bed.. And too many fights.. Everyone is irritable, everyone's gloomy.. Everyone just wants to get back home.. To their beds and their sleep.. (maybe just me, but everyone sure is irritable) its been a year of crazy weather..
This year is the first time when a lot of people I know are getting married.. What is it with people? I agree its a special moment in your life but do you actually need a thousand people to witness it? And it sure feels like its those thousand who actually enjoy the wedding more than the miserable bride and groom.. Sweating it out under the lights, posing for mundane stills..
Not exactly a happy moment for those ppl who keep getting asked your next aren't you? #please go die and let me live in peace..
its been a year of adjustment, learning how to fit into, between the curves of other women in a first class compartment of the mumbai local... Actually other peoples heads and my neck.. not a very enticing curve..
Its been a year of deja vu.. Everything that happened professionally in the previous year is happening again, more responsibility, more freedom, more travel (who knew mumbai could offer so much travel).. High time to move on..
Its been a year of learning, one sunday mornin after another, destroyed? for just a few more letters after my name.. My last endeavour left hanging with no sight of the finish line.. This year I will not spend another dime on learning until I finish the last.. (yeah right, when is the last date for registration again?)
I'm getting comfortable again.. to discomfort, to the current state of affairs, to the daily routine of another sign that says its time to move on.. (yes I'm soo bored! KMN..)
Of course it will be when you have a splitting headache when there's a inconsolable kid in your train compartment.. or even worse a frustrated mother complaining about her pre teens behavior to complete strangers, amidst people coming to sell chickoos and hair accessories.. A year of travelling by local and long distance trains..
Its always friends, friends of friends or distant enemies who lead that life you desperately want to... The grass is always greener on the other side and by when you get there, it turns out that there's been a draught in the meantime, and turned the other side into a desert...
I am not better at anything other than making lists... this turned up as a damn roundup eventually.. Yeah sending pending lists to clients just sums up the whole year completely.. #Realism strikes.. *my life sucks big time*
