One more year goes by …

Today I turn a year older. I mean now I have become really ‘OLD’. Not just kids but teenagers and even some uncles too call me aunty :-(. So much old that, the hoopla about b’day celebration, cake cutting, gifts, new dresses and all is not exciting me much. That’s the sign of turning old isn’t it? :D. A friend asked me what’s your birthday wish, ‘to act like my age’ was my reply. Really it’s a bigger deal for someone like me. It means no more acting cranky, no more hopping around like a baby, no more ‘anger attacks’, no more kung-fu hassles with sis, no more throwing tantrums during marriage related discussions, no more acting like bad gal with mom, no more mimicking people (I do that a lot), no more late morning snores on weekends, no more acting lazy, lot more concentrating on work and less wondering of mind, lot more acting sober and lot less running away from people, no more excuses of ‘I am still young no!’ blah blah.... Ooooh oooh… that’s lot of changes needed to be done with increasing age, isn’t it? ( On a second thought I feel I should let go of that wish and be as I am :-D, what do ya people say? )

Today was good with roomies keeping the hostel tradition of cutting cake at stroke of midnight and painting my face with choco cream, friends n family calling up to wish me. Having mom and sis around makes this day more special. I remember last year was all whiny about turning old. Probably because I was all alone in the foreign land far far away… only cake I cut was a blue berry muffin (which happens to be my favorite, but come on… muffin for a birthday cake !) And it was my first step to the other (wrong) side of twenties.

In a way, it has been hell of year, bizarre would be a better word or what my mom describes as ‘Gaddhe Panchvishi’ (Literally translated as ‘Donkey age of 25’ loosely meaning ‘When 25 you are/act like a donkey’) :-D. Jokes apart, I think mom is not totally wrong. Life was never more exciting with unexpected things happening all the time that I wouldn’t even dream of doing. Once a self-proclaimed pundit had told me that my life is gonna be a normal, predictable one. If this is the definition of normal life, then I wonder how not-normal life would be !!!

I look forward to this year with lot of hopes and dreams. (I hope I will start being a good gal this year :-D) … !!!

Of bad mood and bad weekend

Warning: Following post reflects my crappy mood, might get boring and depressing.


First there was broken finger, and then the ball hit right on the face to leave me with a swollen lip. To add to my woos, they needed only 6 player to play as girls from other team didn’t show up so I was the obvious one staying outside. That makes only 5 hours of sleep for nothing. Yeah… I was on the airport till 1am on Friday night; had gone to receive roomie's uncle and got up at 6am (on Saturday Morning :-(( ). The airport trip was not bad though, it is always fun to watch the “phoren” travelers carrying huuge bags, doing final countdown of things and their parents/relatives/friends wiping eyes (two trips abroad and mom hasn’t shed a single tear for me…!!!) and rubbing their noses against the glass panel to catch final glimpses.(With the new construction done there you can watch your loved ones till they check-in and vanish in the security area). I too waved bye bye to few of them (cute guys, of course :-) ). On Saturday morning, since they didn’t need me on the ground, I decided to head back home and attend my guitar class. That was another disaster… the guitar strings are too stiff for me to be able to hold properly and I keep forgetting their names and position in notations. Back home, got my thumb cut along with potatoes. There was no electricity for the whole weekend.


So by Saturday afternoon I was left with three injuries, one and half day to spare and absolutely nothing to do. As they say “Khaali dimag shaitan ka ghar”… I decided to do some house cleaning and cleaning of my mind…. And then I was hit by this thought…self-realization they say... in couple of months, I will be completing another year of my life and will be entering what is called as late-twenties. And I am still searching for something concrete in life. I am still the moody and confused one. My professional life is disaster and so is personal life in some ways. The much wanted love-life seems distant dream now. The people I call mine are sometimes more distant than strangers and friendships seem to fade faster… Sometimes I just hate to be taken for granted. My knack for running behind wrong things at wrong places and wrong times has paid off everywhere… a friend says I should to be happy because I have at least tried. I don't want these crap thoughts. I need stable mind and stable path in life.

Ahh… Let me get back to work again.