Since I'm not doing anything even remotely earth-shattering, I think I'll make this almost mid-year resolution to blog more frequently... Maybe chronicle my mundane days as well...

Well, as far as work goes, it pretty much SUCKS!... Lack of motivation, lack of direction, lack of class... basically a lack of everything... Then why am I still here?... Only the Old Black Dude up there knows perhaps... (After watching Bruce Almighty, I swear that God is a Black Man who looks like Morgan Freeman:-))... Waiting and watching and chewing cud... That's what I'm upto... Hopefully something exciting rescues me from this perpetual intellectual lethargy at the work front and otherwise...

Remarkable says that I'm downing the spirits and blowing the smoke rings a little too much and a little too often... Wise Man doesn't say anything... He's of course very wise and after spending so many years wallowing in my company, knows better than to sermonise me...

Folks would rather be happier if I made a quick retreat and returned with bags and a fat suitcase to the City of Joy... Not happening right now at least... Well, I had a sort of a long weekend... Frantically tried to make plans of a quick getaway from the Hell hole that's my life... Failed miserably... partly 'cause I'm surrounded by unenthusiastic, broke losers... They're all quite nice, mind you... but not my impulsive, adventurous type at all... So the weekend came and went with me trying a bit too hard to make it last a bit longer... sigh...

I didn't play Holi and I don't play Holi... Petrified of the festival where people completely lose control and try to take liberties... Don't really like masks... and people with colour make it impossible to identify them... Wise Man and Roomie had a blast at a friend's place... Booze, colour and a kiddie pool apparently made their day... Good for them... When they did return, I didn't let them near me or my bed or my room or my walls or my soap! hee hee...
I have tried to discover the charm of this horrendously wild festival... As a kid I would lock myself in my room and hope and pray that no one came for me... Almost 24 and I have managed not to give in to the Hol(y)i wiles... But after my self-imposed confinement, I would stealthily part the curtains and watch the neighbourhood kids at play... That was ok, I guess... from a safe distance... and the only thing about the festival that intrigues me is Bhang... Another Holi gone by, still not tried it...

This week has brought on a new sense of low... It's intensely hot outside and freezing in office... Throat is always feeling bad...

Old friends have given way to new ones... I mean they're still friends but not like before... But I guess no one's indespensable... The novelty will have to wane some time, right? Often reminds me of the lines from Merchant of Venice: "...the pageants of the sea,/Do overpeer the petty traffickers,/ That curtsy to them, do them reverence,/ As they fly by them with their woven wings..." The context in the play itself is different but then I think it can fit here as well... That's one of the gazillion things that's cool about the Man from Eton... His words have so many connotations... I wish I didn't lose friends...

It's my 24th birthday in two weeks! 24! 24! 24! I feel old... Just yesterday, I was 13, then 16, then 18... And now I'm 24 and have nothing to show for it... Good grades, yes... and if I have to believe people, I have turned out pretty fine...ahem! (Talk about being self-obsessed... My computer at office has a pic of me in Mcleodganj sitting at the foot of a waterfall... The pic makes me feel happy and optimistic... I can get out of this, I keep telling myself...)
Coming back to my upcoming birthday... In the prelude to it, I'm oh so excited but on the day itself there wasn't a more depressed, defeated, cranky person... My loved ones have quite a field day... But I don't know why...

"I don't know why"--- That pretty much sums me up for today at least... More later... Toodles!