My story!!

It’s been a long time ever since I have attempted to write something err...write as in “blog” but every time I attempt, I get this apprehension that my life isn’t after all for public to view :P and here I am breaching my own code of ideology.

The last couple of moths have been majorly dry and lifeless. I look back to the days where I used to fight with time. The unending gasp for a long weekend, a break from catching my last bus at 9:45 PM, rants about how ridiculously hectic my work is and finally the peanut sized pay that I get. It was tough, but I had something to look forward to every dawn.. the challenges to meet deadlines, to attend phone calls, to have short breaks, and in the midst of all to help Dj with Wal-Mart story..whew!! Never for once I got banged from mom for not setrating my wardrobe. At Home, I got tagged as the one toiling hard at work and non one was willing to trouble me anymore, ahh forget about the weekend “help yr mom chores”

Things came to a holy end by August. Long before I got ready for my new job, I re assured myself ..this change was what I needed the most. A breather, nevertheless. Imagined big time about my new acquaintances. But trust me, It was much easier than I thought. The process of making few good friends happened within a fraction of a week. I must say I was blessed!! But give me a break, things like these should take longer ..people !! :P .. august comes to an end and my hunt for good friends was way over by now. Its been 3 months now, and I have realized Life has become too simple. I can go for work whenever I want to. Come back at 7 sharp! Run through all headlines, browse a zillion times, make phone calls aaram se..talk to my family the whole night, and hey I even get to watch F.RI.E.N.D.S in my “you tube” baby. But I am no more the troubled workaholic moron at home!! People have been waiting to load me with “responsibility” as they quote for too long. I must say the transition from being 22 to 23 is really painful. Till 22 I was told I was young and immature. Come 23 and you are in all justification become a responsible adult. Ohh how I wish I was a guy..sigh!! (P.S Guys are never assumed to be mature until they turn 27 ..now whats that about???)

There must be a silver lining to every aspect of your life .. I cant help but remember “life is a box of chocolates” from forrest gump! True!! Living through these days, the days where I have been given the gift of “time” does occasionally help me discover that I have to do something useful damn it!! I was cleaning one of my hidden junks of crap and found these tarnished charts of my 3rd grade paintings. It literally had everything that you wish you had a glimpse of.. my amateurish creation of “an apple”, “a rose” , “by the river side” …my innocent letters to my Singapore friend, and my bro’s unassuming attempt at art :P ..(P.S I MUST SAY HE IS TRULY TALENTED THAN ME..) It rekindles the need to do something useful from your part. Something which you would cherish for after you turn 30 or get married. So people who knew me for long..you would soon hear me say the same old golden words ‘I HAVE JOINED PAATU CLASSJ :)