Like clay

Clay-
the kind that makes you feel
like you want to touch it,
and sometimes even eat it.
But of course you don't eat it,
not anymore. You are too grown up.
It's the kind that reminds you -
of me.

Freedom - so sweet, like plums.

There is no easy way to happiness... you have to have your vitamins.
I am on these multi-vits that a very dear friend introduced me to... I call them joy pills.

It's been six months since my, what most would consider - foolish, decision to quit my comfy job.
Six months, a trip back home, shifting to a new place, two semesters at uni, and +ten pounds later - I wish I could scream from the top of a mountain and tell people who are suffering through mindless ossifying jobs to quit.
I want to tell them, who are as frustrated with their jobs as I was, that if they can afford to, even if it gets tight (but manageable), they should quit. And do something they love. Believe me, there is no greater joy.
I am broke but I have never been happier!


It's true - 'when you want something, all the universe conspires'.

IPL and the Pak Players

It is very sad, but it's also quite simple. The IPL teams are owned by individuals from Bombay. They are still very VERY upset about 26/11. And the obvious anti-Pak sentiments.
If Shilpa Shetty and Preity Zinta, and Shahrukh Khan owned the Hockey Cup, or T20s or CWGames, I am sure the same would have happened then.

It's sad that because of a few terrorists, Pak players have to suffer some financial loss. But please look around, there is worse that has happened because of a few terrorists.

As for all the sensationalism over 'humiliating pak cricketers', I think they brought it on themselves the minute they started playing for Indian states as Mumbai Indians, or Kolkata Riders or whichever other team in the IPL.

Tomorrow I will not be an Admin ASS.

"Do you have any questions for us?"
"Yes, is this job permanent?"
"Yes."
And my heart sank - not the reaction I expected.


I am about to do, what I do best - Quit. Yet again.
But this time around, I am certain that I will not be going back to admin-type sucky jobs.
I am going back to school. Not sure what I will pursue, but I will, for now, focus on absorbing all the learning and creativity and the freedom to dream that university has to offer.
As we grow older, so do our fears. We lose confidence and goals seem ever so unachievable.
"Beta aap bade hoker kya banna chahte ho?" Most of us have answered that question. At an age when we can't even spell the word "Astronaut" somehow becoming one didn't seem so difficult.
I can't seem to remember my answers to that quesiton. Having the eager-to-please kind of personality and being zero ambition, I am sure I answered what ever I'd think the person wanted to hear.
I still don't know what I really want to be. But I do know with utmost certainty what I do not want to be.

That bitter middle aged admin-assistant who didn't have the courage to quit her thankless, brainless permanent job with the government.

So here goes nothing.



An uncle of mine had this status on his facebook this morning:
"performed 2 divine miracles today at -10°C: like Moses, parted water (shoveled snow), then like Jesus, walked on water (frozen pond)."

Such a believer!

NYR 2010

I will be young and vibrant and happy and stressfree, physically fit, mentally calm and simple. Life mein complexity - zero.

My heartshaped box

"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)"
- E.E Cummings

You know, your heart beats inside this heartshaped box of mine.
I am slowly turning into you.