Wow, another entry, so soon, my my!
So, I've been working, and the weekend just goes by like it never came. I know my social life is at a stand still. I know I am to be blamed. I know I'm practically doing nothing about it. I know this needs to change.
A friends wedding at the end of this month is something I am really looking forward to. It's going to be a much-awaited reunion and there's nothing else that's being talked about, for the past one week. My clothes are undecided, I hope my leave is really sanctioned, and I know I'm leaving at a terrible time- the first cut of my magazine will be out by then. I will miss the most exciting days. But what the heck. It's not everyday a friend gets married. It's not everyday you go to Jodhpur. It's not everyday you bunk work for reasons other than laziness and lack of motivation.
I'm also looking forward to Rudy's visit , for next month. I am more than looking forward to it. It's leading to a lot of happy day dreams. It's feels like forever since we met. It always feels so.
My office room has had some highly exciting changes in its occupancy. It's become a competely edit room. All the trash (read: media sales) herd has been shooe'ed away. Its mostly habitable, to say the least. The volume of dialogues has gone down. The varying pitch of different voices are very tolerable, and post luch, its mostly quiet. I just remembered, I haven't done any decoration (pined up interesting stuff) on my desk board. Which is funny, since I used to have a lot of interesting material, write ups and sketches sitting in my drawer, in my previous company, hoping to find a place to be advertised.
Here's a disclaimer, by the way, in case you're planning on getting a blackberry. It brings down your privacy to zero. It connects you to people you need to be connected to.It also connects you to people you need to disconnect with. It's a very confusing package. It can lead to indecisive depression. It can also lead to a crazed up elation. Take your pick, so.
I have no new music again. I heard almost all that Rudy sent me. I;ve been listening to Death Cab..again. And it reminds me of those bus rides during monsoon, from Bandra to Worli, duing my office days. I love that feeling. I like making those connections, I like joining those dots.
Chalo, I need to get back to work. I've eaten into my work time, yes, guilt free, though, but now I really must go back to ....what? WRITING. HAH! Yes, thats my profession and I get paid for it. How's THAT! (P.S- really, its not all that fancy. The writers block becomes more pronounced when you take it up as a profession. Blogging is the best thing that happend to us, really)
Soon then.
All the love
So, I've been working, and the weekend just goes by like it never came. I know my social life is at a stand still. I know I am to be blamed. I know I'm practically doing nothing about it. I know this needs to change.
A friends wedding at the end of this month is something I am really looking forward to. It's going to be a much-awaited reunion and there's nothing else that's being talked about, for the past one week. My clothes are undecided, I hope my leave is really sanctioned, and I know I'm leaving at a terrible time- the first cut of my magazine will be out by then. I will miss the most exciting days. But what the heck. It's not everyday a friend gets married. It's not everyday you go to Jodhpur. It's not everyday you bunk work for reasons other than laziness and lack of motivation.
I'm also looking forward to Rudy's visit , for next month. I am more than looking forward to it. It's leading to a lot of happy day dreams. It's feels like forever since we met. It always feels so.
My office room has had some highly exciting changes in its occupancy. It's become a competely edit room. All the trash (read: media sales) herd has been shooe'ed away. Its mostly habitable, to say the least. The volume of dialogues has gone down. The varying pitch of different voices are very tolerable, and post luch, its mostly quiet. I just remembered, I haven't done any decoration (pined up interesting stuff) on my desk board. Which is funny, since I used to have a lot of interesting material, write ups and sketches sitting in my drawer, in my previous company, hoping to find a place to be advertised.
Here's a disclaimer, by the way, in case you're planning on getting a blackberry. It brings down your privacy to zero. It connects you to people you need to be connected to.It also connects you to people you need to disconnect with. It's a very confusing package. It can lead to indecisive depression. It can also lead to a crazed up elation. Take your pick, so.
I have no new music again. I heard almost all that Rudy sent me. I;ve been listening to Death Cab..again. And it reminds me of those bus rides during monsoon, from Bandra to Worli, duing my office days. I love that feeling. I like making those connections, I like joining those dots.
Chalo, I need to get back to work. I've eaten into my work time, yes, guilt free, though, but now I really must go back to ....what? WRITING. HAH! Yes, thats my profession and I get paid for it. How's THAT! (P.S- really, its not all that fancy. The writers block becomes more pronounced when you take it up as a profession. Blogging is the best thing that happend to us, really)
Soon then.
All the love
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