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I thought this would be a good recluse but how can it because even as I write, I need to think? Scheisse. It's the devil and the deep blue sea. Thinking is a bad thing. My friend, Africa* once told me that over-thinking is a gift. Yeah, right and I'm President Obama. I've got to quit worrying man. Just focus on the happiness, I mean, honestly I don't think I've been this happy in a long while so I should probably use Daisy's advice and focus on that core happiness that is keeping me going!

Work-wise, things at burrp! seem to be picking up and how. Two new team-mates: George and Isha, Ruma left, A is leaving too. :( We got used to having them around here!

But yeah, other than that, work is picking up the pace, there are newer challenges, fun responsibilities, the promise of new designations, new ideas and yes, higher salaries! MUHAHA, but of course. We've been busy with loads of establishment and movie reviews; I love that part - it keeps us sane and always out there. Right now, we're having a contest at work - Menu Marathon - which is fun. Admittedly, some two days back, I thought it was the lamest excuse ever but it's acually kind of exciting.

Leia is just the best thing in my life right now! She just keeps me going. May be it's her way of transpiring goodwill to the world and inspiring people. Kind of like Nandini Velho. Not that there can ever be a replacement for her, I'm just saying. :)

I think I'll end with these happy thoughts. It's rare that I do! Night-night.

In the Ocean of her mind...

She sees the light now. It's pulling her closer, drawing her in and sucking her in deep.
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She finally made it, after all.
To the finish line but also, in some absurd way to the start of new things.

It's almost as if her mind's been swept in an azure blue, her favourite colour.
Her mind's eye sees her on a cliff smiling, eyes closed, hair blowing all over her face and she stands silently, embracing it all and tasting the salt on her lips.

There's hope, she made it happen. It was in the salt of her tears that she found her beacon. Her life, her love, her passion... the things that mattered.

Her darkness found the light after all. It led her there. It called out to her from the shadows and helped her conquer wave after wave...

She takes a deep breath of air and inhales the saltiness of the sea. Here's the big moment. The Plunge. The foamy sea holds promise...

Here I come, she thinks. No looking back. To life.

And she takes a deep plunge, crashing into the brilliant blue sea.

Space

How can I just be?
Without letting you affect me...

You're in my thoughts and my senses
It's something you can envision without lenses.

I wish we were like Lizzie and Luke
But ah, that wish might as well just be ordinary puke.

I wish you were with me even whilst you're taken
My heart, for you I've gladly forsaken

I long for our souls to meet
Just as our signs have bleat

That you are mine
And I, thine

But I guess it's all wishful thinking...
This ship slowly is sinking.

Haley's Comet

It’s at times when you think that you couldn’t get more bummed out than you already are that something good happens just to tell you that somehow somewhere an unseen force was either paying the closest attention to you or looking out for you so that you wouldn't get hurt. And suddenly, with a rush of feelings, you realize that nothing could be better than your life how it is now, because if you weren’t late and you caught that early train, you couldn’t have known it would crash as you were rushing to work or that when you slipped on a banana peel it was only to avoid a fire on the bus that you normally take to work or simply yet, you never thought that when everything in your life was horribly wrong and you’re jobless, love-forsaken; there are people and incidents to remind you that you’re here and on a day like 09.09.09 which is pretty darned fantastic because it’s one of those things that never happen again. Yeah, that’s pretty special and unique when it happens to me. It’s just a date ultimately but we want to make such days special, may be cuz it’s easier to remember or it’s cool (which it is) or I don’t know, I’m sure you can think of plenty other reasons. Well, my reason to feel this way (happy and slightly peaceful) has been since yesterday. Maybe Miley Cyrus’s Party in the USA transpired some of that positivity; it really is a great mellow, breezy song that you could probably take along when you take a late-night drive. And may be because some things didn’t seem as stupid as they would have before like receiving help from a stranger because you just asked or when a friend helps you because you asked and does it because they do care when you think you haven’t been that close. What’s even more surprising is when a project you worked on really hard but think of it as a futile attempt is appreciated as a work of art (another article of mine got published: ), or so you could say. I mean, I really can’t think of any metaphors for this! And then, finally, finally you discover that something you deserve and have been truly waiting for isn’t stuck in limbo like you presumed it to be. It’s on the road and heading to you!

P.S. Did you know that limbo is also a West Indian dance in which the dancer bends back and passes repeatedly under a gradually lowered horizontal bar? I didn’t. I do now. And that I think of it now, I might have seen this on TV too. I can’t be too sure. Oh, well. Toodles.

Hoping against Hope

My mom just came in to yell at me because I'm awake at a time when no one else is and yeah, well, I'm supposed to be safely tucked under my covers, fast asleep. I'm so bored, useless and feel utterly worthwhile at this point in time. I don't have a permanent job yet (I'm dying to work in a magazine as a writer or an Illustrator) and I just hope it will happen soon. There is talk of one extremely COOL place but if I talk about it here, it might just attract all the bad luck since my magnetism for that has been pretty strong for a while now. So I just hope, hope, hope and HOPE. Hoping against hope. Like Ogden Nash once stated in a poetic verse about dentists and drilling holes in gums. He was hoping against hope that he didn't have to go to the Dentist. Anyway, I truly hope Luis Fernandes has some GOOD news for me and I need to finish 3 cool stories for tomorrow in order to ensure that happens! So I wish and wish and wish and pray and pray and pray and hope. Hope. Maybe I can sing this part..would that be pushing this post to its limit? Bye, I shall talk to you more, Blog, tomorrow from under my bed covers, secretly. It's a date! Night Night.

P.S. A whole lot of hope. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEEEASEEEEE God. Thank you. Ameneth.

P.P.S. If you, a reader, have good wishes to send, contact me telepathically. May I be sprinkled with your luck.