Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I loved to get into that dress. My bag helped cover some of the skin, and I think it would hang better on Bvna. For some time I also thought that it was preway and wondered what it meant. What do you expect, I had 10 mugfulls inside me! More were to go. But Prive is lovely you know, you should visit.
I feel like a teenager this weekend, I feel the surge of love. It maybe temporary like so many things in my life, but it is good to know its still there.
I am entertaining tomorrow – one of the last in this house. And moving house next week. Prabhadevi. Yippee!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Parent Child. I hate to feel it, but sometimes I do think my parents love me more than I bother to reciprocate. There are occasional bursts of zeal but much of the love is initiated by them. I try to be good, I really do. But I do think I can never care as much as they do. This is a relationship we share, where they give more.
Marital. Assuming you hadn’t faked it, and you split for incompatibility reasons, is it possible to start hating? Else why would a partner be cruel to another who loves him, sometimes also within a marriage?
Disconnected bizarre thought. What if love were a binary state? So we could just move from being 0 to 1 and back again when we see loved ones doing the same. Would that be better, you think? It saves much of the pain.
Unrelated note – Planning a New Year trip – Any unusual, cheap, foreign jaunt we could take?
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
I am in media now, and really it is a whole new world out here. I understand none of the jargons; four letter words fly like the smoke-rings that line corridors, jeans clad legs sprawl along desks. Every second day is “Drinks anyone?!” It is nice and causal but slightly disconcerting.
Sometimes I think I’ve experimented too much with my life. Tried the wrong jobs, loved the wrong people – wasted too much of my time. Or did I?
Hard Rock was nice today, although it was tad difficult to make conversation with the other B channel clique. I liked Level 9, spunky lead singer. They were enjoying themselves.
That’s important. Mostly, I enjoy my experiments.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Isn’t it just easier to be nice?
When you stamp my foot and I smile (it takes some practice – especially in a local train) I see your scowl change into a smile. Now if I had frowned at you, wouldn’t you have frowned back? Wasn’t a smile simpler? I am sure it made your morning.
What makes you so cruel? Is it the power I gave you? My heart still feels, I am proud to say. That’s why it weeps. When did yours turn to stone?
Why would anyone do something like this – A crying destitute does not wring your heart?
Really, would a Christian orphan make the crime less heinous?
Where is your heart?