Back

It's been awhile, but was just scrounging around and decided to be back for a bit. In between, Blog, I did check out wordpress and nearly got regular. But it didn't quite stick. I am a better writer since my last post though. So there has been some character development.

In the meanwhile, Blog, you have been overrun by spam. I must block the anonymous comments, but the button has gone missing. For now.

Pooja

is really not the best writer going.

So she is going to have to just make it all count. And super-fast.

Might I add, she is super-scared too. Super-so.

Rainbow hunting

You know what I'd really like? A rainbow. All the VIBGYOR gang. Some birds flying around. Pretty birds please. White birds maybe. And definitely quiet birds. I dislike the chirpy variety.

And at the end of the rainbow, there'd be a pot of gold. And not just any pot. A big fat pot of gold - weight of contents = Yokozuna's weight. A big fat pot of gold that just doesn't go away. That should be the magic of it.

I'd seen a rainbow years ago. It was one of the few times when I felt awe at the wonder of God. But most times, I don't think God really cares. He's probably one of those state government employees who get to work late, spend hours at tea, and slip out before time. And his job isn't to answer prayers, contrary to what we've been led to believe all through those childhood years. His job is just to make sure the right clouds get here on time. And he's been doing a fuck-all job of that for years now!

Sunday funday?!

The best half of another Sunday wasted on inanities. Sigh. Hard-knock life it is - that too minus the drama most times.

Why do all my posts end up looking like extended twitter updates of late?

But it's just half the day that's gone. I'm off to see the Wizard now. The wonderful Wizard of Oz. And he's hanging around with the King of Spades these days. And with this Cacofonix who knows the lyrics to every possible song (though he claims to be not too proud of it).

Weird

I've been feeling weird all day. Which is why I tried to escape the day by sleeping most of the morning off, waking up only at the last possible minute. Yesterday I put my foot in poop. Today I didn't. But the whole day had this weird, uncomfortable feeling. Maybe I should go home and sink my teeth into some chocolate. Lots of chocolate maybe.

Work tally

I'm making a tally of how many days in the week I hate work, and how many days in the week I kinda like it (Note: "Kinda like" as opposed to "love"). I know what the answer will be. And I know how this year will end on the work front. But still, a little scientific data never hurt anyone.

PS: Interestingly, all my labels today start with "W". Not intended at all. :D

Happily ever after

Health's better, luck's better, and wealth will soon be on its way.
This will be a good year. I smell it in the breeze.
So what if the breeze is just from the AC vents at office?
I still smell it.
There's actually an ending.
After years of hunting for it, I've finally found my ending.
And the best part?
It's actually got a link with the beginning.
Sigh.
I'm so scared to burst this bubble.
So I'm going to hold it just right, stay just so still, move just ever so slightly,
And watch it grow in all its rainbow wonderment and childlike glee.
:)