*Happy Sigh*

In a few weeks I am going to be unemployed. While most people are giving me free advice and wondering why I'm not actively searching for anything new, I can't help but not think about how my career graph is going to end up.

I'm excited. There's a wedding in the family. After ages we're all going to be together again. My artsy-craftsy moods visit me regularly and I like how they work their magic on me. I'm making good use of a thoughtful gift and visit the neighbourhood library frequently. When my "final settlement" cheque comes I'm going to be rich (okay temporarily but rich is rich!) and I'm thinking of a short but well deserved holiday.

The job, the steady income... it will all come. As of now, I'm going to LIVE IT UP! Life's looking great :)

It is meaningful because...

...it drives my bad mood away. Huffin' and puffin' up the slope only leads to an exhilarating ride down and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING can beat that feeling. It makes the alcoholic high seem blah and Runner's high takes a backseat. The beauty lies in the fact that you just have to keep going. It may almost kill you, make your legs numb and walk all wobbly but there's an unparalleled sense of achievement when you go that extra kilometer.

It...undoubtedly..is all about the bike!

Art of Living.

Every picture has a story behind it. This one had the kids in the lead. They continue to be some kind of wonderful :)

Each piece of tape had to be placed perfectly. Then came the glue and paper cut-outs. I had almost forgotten about the card. Thank heavens I had shopped for the rest well in advance. My neck ached, my hands shook and eyelids drooped but I kept working. Well, it was after a very long time that I was making gifts at home. Partly returning what I had received, mostly because I love the person.

DTQ, I hope you had a wonderful day. May the 21st year bring in lots of goodies... materialistic and otherwise :)

Weekend.

Reading almost every word in the newspaper. Bathing the dogs. Bathing myself. Pasta, cutlets and mashed potatoes. The Lunatic Express. Afternoon nap. Blink. Redoing the room. An alarm for 6 AM.

Michaelpallya, 1st Cross. Maps and Geography. New kid on the block. Bus ride to Avenue Road. Walkity walk. 5 bottles of acrylic paint, 4 of powder paint, 3 sheets of paper, oil pastels. Bus ride back into town. Peco's. Beer - Lots of it. The happy afternoon buzz in the head. Led Zepplin. Elvis and Hysteria. Ma. Blink again. More of The Lunatic Express.

Storytelling. Awesome Barbecue lunch. Fresh air. Woofs, nips, licks, barks and wagging tails. Art. Baba.

Much appreciated. All of the above.

:)

From The Rubberband Notebook

Auto ride. Ghatkopar. Tara. Hugs. Shreyas. More hugs. Coffee. Conversation - Random to fun to happy memories. Lessons on business and Economics. Crossword. Book and book. Sandwich place. Phone call. Blink. Train to VT. Laughter in the breeze. Taxi. Gateway of India. History. Taxi again. Marine Drive. The sea. Philosophy. Countless emotions. Peace. Taxi back to VT. Train back to reality. Molecules of magic and happiness.

Dated: 30/10/2009 (Friday)

P-ism

"That puppy na, it has a munu-sweetu face"

"You've sprouted wings this semester"

"Boka"

"Chomu, telu"

"She looks like a nima rose, nima rose walli"

"S**u nikal aa rahein hain"

"Good fun ana"

"Gushing hormones"

"I feel like drinking Pepsi"

"Don't ee-ree-tate. Please!"

"Jai Jai Santoshi Maa-ka Jai"

"Don't look"

"Baa baa. Aiyii Ya"

Just this happy feeling inside. My godmother came home, I met someone who is keen on working in the line of education and asked if I could help out, I stuck to my diet, ran like crazy and finally sweated (I'm abnormal, I don't sweat so this is a very big deal for me), all my work is being submitted on time, I finally found the pink chappals I wanted, I'm learning something new everyday... all of it rolled into one makes me smile from ear to ear. *eeeeee*