New Avenues, New Addresses

So I'm moving.. 2 and half years and 27 posts later, I'm moving to wordpress..

Check it out..


http://soulsearchinginwonderland.wordpress.com/

Wish the developer got ready with my apartment soon too.. :(

#alreadymissingheights

Mine..

So a whirlwind of a month later I am done with my first extremely biig client. And extremely is not an exaggeration, it makes my past biggest client seem paltry in comparison. And it feels awesome... Working 15 hours a day is hectic, and so is the travel back to work on the next day (Actually the same one... Just 7 hours later) But it all depends on the people who u work with, or the people who you work for... It makes such a difference when questioned have you done this as compared to you have not done this...  

Everyone in this world is not the same. It’s only some people who you like and for most others you don’t, its kaam chalaofy.. There was this poster I saw some time ago which said “There are 7 billion people on this earth and you are gonna let one of them ruin your day?” I said that to many others who asked me how I manage, but the thing was that I didn’t find it oppressing all the time... just some time... And now its suddenly dawned that it’s a whole year later... and it’s not just a day in my seemingly never ending life but a complete year... and that pretty much is a large period of time.. (Yes, I destroyed a whole year in my life letting people take advantage of me, no more now... If someone spoils my day I make sure I spoil their day too... I have a very high tolerance level.. But mind you don’t dare cross that..)

So what makes this world tolerable? Still people… Ive often wondered how some friends feel closer than family and some family members as distant as the North Pole. How is it that people change from ‘my colleague’ to ‘my friend’? And the stress here is on the word mine… Just knowing people doesn’t mean you know them.. When you know them good enough to call them mine, that’s when you know.. They are those people who you may part with during the course of life but continue to stay close, even if you don’t talk to them daily like you used to...

Like the fact that I will always have an aunt who is actually my neighbor from the previous residence who is MY aunt... and by mine I mean the only one who is actually genuinely happy to see me and genuinely loves me more than those aunts who I see once in a year/ 2 years when I get a holiday off work..

Like the fact that the other day when an article was supposed to be loaned to the team in which I was loaned to, and I came to know who it was, there was this big smile on my tired face (Cuz of no sleep over like 15 days) just because it was someone I actually love working with.. (Im hoping the feeling is mutual) (& if I do make you work a lot, forgive me, it’s just that I don’t exactly like work)... So someone asked me is that your article? & I was like Yes, She is my article... and it feels good... (No, it’s not the perverted type, and yes it sounds weird but, It’s a privilege you know to be someone who I call mine) (And no I mean it in a good way)

Like the way I changed the message on my home screen to Mine... It feels just right... and though sometimes I feel like Ive just purchased an expensive TV remote its really a nice thing to have for a person who keeps loosing things and hoping that everything has a ringer attached so that you can call and find out whether its under that pile of the days newspapers or lost in the kitchen where invariably things always end up..

Some people just get you and some don’t... And Ive had the opportunity of being around a lot of people who do... and thank you so much everyone who gets me... I tend to be a scatterbrain sometimes (Yes all the times) and thank you for completing my unfinished sentences when I zone out... and thank you for not beating the shit out of me when I  do crack those jokes that u can’t understand and when I explain them to you.. And thank you so much for just being there... Being Mine