i walked home from office today. Took me all of 16 minutes. The air was crisp and i loved the wind playing with my hair...The lagoon looked lovely in the evening sun and i felt, what is that word, yes....happy. umm...Sometimes it takes so little to make me smile.
At lunch, the fortune cookie said " Everything will come your way now"! And i smirked and threw it away. Tuesday being a holiday, the office was deserted on monday. So we decided to play truant and went shopping. But shopping is oh-so boring. After 10 minutes i was yawning away to glory. Went to the library and bought my usual quota of 12 books, well, 13 this time because i laid my eyes on this collection of great American mystery stories and i couldn't resist. i am a sucker for crime stories.
We have a game tomorrow. We lost the last game 9-4...The league is supposed to be non-competitive but i cannot help but feel bad when we lose. We always start off well but somehow we lose our way. i guess the most important thing is that we enjoy ourselves to the hilt. Will dust off my cleats and shine my mitts and well, we will shine. One day...
i stew
In a cauldron of emotions
Just to dish up
A smile for you
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
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In the dungeon of your love
i tread on shards of broken promises
i bleed tears bitter with unborn dreams
i gnaw at the fetters
Binding my soul to yours
i shall fly yet again
Unfettered….
With the colours of my dreams on my wings
My wounds will heal
And my scars will linger
To remind me that i have lived
That i have loved and survived
There are times when the whole world seems to conspire against you, when you drown in your tears …There are times when your dreams shatter and try as you can, you cannot put the pieces together…Times when you cry and hug yourself to sleep. When you feel like not getting up ever…When you talk to yourself in your head and block out the world…When no smile can filter through to a heart with blinds drawn…no love can trickle down to warm your soul…
There is a song we used to sing in college..when we didn’t know the meaning of life but thought we did…I remember it today in this haze i inhabit right now
“I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never going to keep me down “
--Tubthumping by Chumbawamba
In the dungeon of your love
i tread on shards of broken promises
i bleed tears bitter with unborn dreams
i gnaw at the fetters
Binding my soul to yours
i shall fly yet again
Unfettered….
With the colours of my dreams on my wings
My wounds will heal
And my scars will linger
To remind me that i have lived
That i have loved and survived
There are times when the whole world seems to conspire against you, when you drown in your tears …There are times when your dreams shatter and try as you can, you cannot put the pieces together…Times when you cry and hug yourself to sleep. When you feel like not getting up ever…When you talk to yourself in your head and block out the world…When no smile can filter through to a heart with blinds drawn…no love can trickle down to warm your soul…
There is a song we used to sing in college..when we didn’t know the meaning of life but thought we did…I remember it today in this haze i inhabit right now
“I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never going to keep me down “
--Tubthumping by Chumbawamba
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
back after a hiatus
Mid-week..with the i-wish-it-was-Friday hymn on my lips. My laptop gave me a scare today. There i was, still bleary eyed on a Wednesday morning, trying to start it up and all i saw was this blank screen staring back at me and this wheezing sound that actually sounded like it was gasping for air! i was like please-don’t-die-on-me. Tried turning it off, starting it again. On and off. On and off. And nothing. So i start thinking about all the stuff i have been working my ass off for which I have not taken a back-up (oh you stupid bitch)…i had visions of me staying up late, missing episodes of fear factor and Law and Order and CSI to re-do the whole thing…gasp..
So i summoned my colleagues, to give them a chance to revive my m/c and have the fortune of me being eternally (or for long as the memory of this nightmare stays with me) grateful to them. Nothing. So the last resort – call up the support group and beg them to rescue me. So I stuck this post-it that said “dying laptop” on my m/c and went off to give a design presentation using somebody’s else m/c. I rushed through the whole presentation and got them off my back. All the while I was thinking about lost data and how much could be retrieved. A guy came, took away the laptop and then came back with the good news that nothing was wrong with it!! I was like “what?”…He was able to start it at the first go and there was nothing wrong with it. My laptop hates me!! Or else it has taken after its mistress and decided to become moody. Yah allah. Do I have to go this ordeal every morning of trying to coax a moody m/c to respond to me?
We lost the softball game yesterday..20-11. oh well. i did score one run. We have another game tomorrow. I hope we do better. And we have the salsa class after the game. Pretty busy life, nah?
It must be kang time back home. i can’t even remember the last time I had kanggi kichuri and ooti. I went for the “jaidev chongba” once when i was a kid. i wonder whether they still do it today. i remember snatches of the song they used to sing for jhulon ( I can’t remember if jhulon is during or after kang)…”jhulon bu yaojari, brajabu yengjari”.
But my favourite festival is yaosang. i try to make it a point to be home during yaosang but wasn’t able to be there this year. We have this leikai club that organizes the sports and cultural meet. When i was a kid, i used to compete with my friends for the number of prizes we won for the events – 100m race, thouri chongbi (rope skipping), intelligence test (the one where they went in-out and we used to jump in and out a circle…that was fun rah), abir lakpi (yuck, the taste of abir in the mouth….), angka lamjen (arithmetic race—it was surprising how I never got a sum right in that event….but I could do it correctly afterwards!! )….Those were the days. And we had the housie every afternoon and i used to spend my nakantheng money on housie. How i used to scream myself hoarse watching the cricket and football matches (i still do it now much to the embarrassment of my mother).
Enough of nostalgia. But yes, i miss home. i do…..
So i summoned my colleagues, to give them a chance to revive my m/c and have the fortune of me being eternally (or for long as the memory of this nightmare stays with me) grateful to them. Nothing. So the last resort – call up the support group and beg them to rescue me. So I stuck this post-it that said “dying laptop” on my m/c and went off to give a design presentation using somebody’s else m/c. I rushed through the whole presentation and got them off my back. All the while I was thinking about lost data and how much could be retrieved. A guy came, took away the laptop and then came back with the good news that nothing was wrong with it!! I was like “what?”…He was able to start it at the first go and there was nothing wrong with it. My laptop hates me!! Or else it has taken after its mistress and decided to become moody. Yah allah. Do I have to go this ordeal every morning of trying to coax a moody m/c to respond to me?
We lost the softball game yesterday..20-11. oh well. i did score one run. We have another game tomorrow. I hope we do better. And we have the salsa class after the game. Pretty busy life, nah?
It must be kang time back home. i can’t even remember the last time I had kanggi kichuri and ooti. I went for the “jaidev chongba” once when i was a kid. i wonder whether they still do it today. i remember snatches of the song they used to sing for jhulon ( I can’t remember if jhulon is during or after kang)…”jhulon bu yaojari, brajabu yengjari”.
But my favourite festival is yaosang. i try to make it a point to be home during yaosang but wasn’t able to be there this year. We have this leikai club that organizes the sports and cultural meet. When i was a kid, i used to compete with my friends for the number of prizes we won for the events – 100m race, thouri chongbi (rope skipping), intelligence test (the one where they went in-out and we used to jump in and out a circle…that was fun rah), abir lakpi (yuck, the taste of abir in the mouth….), angka lamjen (arithmetic race—it was surprising how I never got a sum right in that event….but I could do it correctly afterwards!! )….Those were the days. And we had the housie every afternoon and i used to spend my nakantheng money on housie. How i used to scream myself hoarse watching the cricket and football matches (i still do it now much to the embarrassment of my mother).
Enough of nostalgia. But yes, i miss home. i do…..
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Yet another friday
Umm…the end of another day…One more day to go before the weekend. How I love Friday night, knowing i won’t have to get up early. I love sleeping..not sleeping around..just sleeping. If I had my way, I would sleep and sleep and sleep.
Right now i am reading “One flew over the cuckoo’s nest”. And unexpectedly it is turning out to be quite a page turner. So i might even watch the movie after i finish the book.
Books, how I love books….It is one addiction I don’t want to kick…i am not much of a clothes or things person..but books, I canot resist..i look forward to the book fair….This time, i swear i will buy the short story collection of Maugham, no matter how expensive.
We had a pizza party as MD is going away to CA this weekend.
Called up home and talked to Mi. i hope everything works out for everyone. i hope…
Right now i am reading “One flew over the cuckoo’s nest”. And unexpectedly it is turning out to be quite a page turner. So i might even watch the movie after i finish the book.
Books, how I love books….It is one addiction I don’t want to kick…i am not much of a clothes or things person..but books, I canot resist..i look forward to the book fair….This time, i swear i will buy the short story collection of Maugham, no matter how expensive.
We had a pizza party as MD is going away to CA this weekend.
Called up home and talked to Mi. i hope everything works out for everyone. i hope…
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