Because change happenz.

I pride myself in the fact that many a times, the situations in life have pretty much worked for me when it came to fine tuning life a bit. It's one thing to make up your mind about something, and it's a different ball game to stick to it. Faltering is easy, the comforting invite of going back to the familiar grounds is tempting and times like these, it always helps to have something to support the resolute. And for those who pride in their 'strong will' good for you.

Change isn't new to me. Be it change in equations with relationships or the physical surroundings. Maybe it's a bad thing but I see it as self preservation. Coz face it, the more you keep other's interests before yours, the more you get walked on, trampled and taken advantage of and all it leaves you with is a feeling of regret and disappointment and all that follows. Selfish? I beg to differ. Your life, starts and ends with you. Period.

I remember telling a good friend that the only thing that truly matters to me are my two suitcases (which has now further shrunk to just one piece) and worst case I wouldn't mind letting go of that too, as long as I have myself. My thinking was perhaps best put to words in the movie Heat- Never get attached to anything that you cannot walk out in under 30 seconds when you feel the heat around the corner. Just another smart dialogue, but I guess there is quite a bit of truth in it.

Unless one experiences this, I suppose it would be a bit difficult to really comprehend the reality... or maybe not.

So i'm off tomorrow to Bangalore and start work from Monday onwards. A few immediate changes would be the obvious fact that the pace of this blog will slow down further, not to forget the interactions with certain people will come to an end as well, if not reduce. But that doesn't quite mean i'm off for good. I put it this way... it's all about being there but not being there, whilst staying in the chasm between goodbye and nowhere.

Take care :)

New beginnings and familiar surroundings.

It's strange to see that when you are chasing something for a while and you eventually get it, for reasons unknown there isn't much of a jubilation but more of contemplation for the things that lie ahead.

So I finally accepted the offer, which until yesterday seemed quite unpredictable and add to it my oft changing stand on the compensation. I thought I blew it and partly frustrated that the interview process took me nearly two months. Well if something has to go wrong it will, what better a time than the crucial last phase. Blaming myself for the way I deal with certain things, which seem to be exactly the opposite of what many consider a thumb rule, the last evening was quite something.

I'm glad everything worked out well and due thanks to the HR lady who got the gist of my logic and in a way read my mind. I could perhaps relate this to a platter filled with loads of goodies, something that I didn't quite think about. What happened later is any one's guess and I spent a good part of today grinning so much that my cheeks hurt.

So I relocate to Bangalore this Sunday and back to the familiar routine of work. I find it a bit symbolic given the fact that I pretty much started my career from this beautiful city and going back to it, maybe i've come full circle.

I'm finally glad, to be home but not at home. What is it that excites me the most? That i'm back on my own, doing my thing and minding my business. 6 years away in total, staying at 'home' has lost it's charm. Enough said.

Presently playing Paparoach's Born with nothing, die with everything. A song, that I used to listen to over and over again four and a half years ago.

Here's to a new chapter in life, so help me God.

Weekend blah blah's

After quite a while, the week that went by could qualify as a week that saw some action. For once I was able to get off my lazy butt and travel. And travel I did. To Bangalore followed by Mumbai. It was sort of reminiscent of my good old travels across Europe not so long ago.

Fly in, fly out. My stupid bag, bunch of papers, and myself. Delayed flights, irate passengers, sexy air hostesses. Tiring it sure was, but enjoyable.. absolutely.

If only I had travelled the third day too. By Wednesday I was drained out, something i'm used to and for once took my mind off other things, it was blissful. I think getting tired is a good thing. A strange thing i've noticed is that whenever i'm stressed out, I begin to sneeze. Isn't that cool?

Every time I have a cousin who gets married, I tell myself, so this is the end and sooner than later someone crops out of nowhere and there is another wedding that happens. So there's a certain cousin, who i'm sure this time is the last of the lot to get married. While I don't have anything about people getting married I hate the fact when anyone insists on me attending the wedding. As if the wedding would come to a stop if I didn't make it? My ass. I think the last wedding I attended was over 6 years ago.

My early morning jogs came to an abrupt halt midway. Got back on track this morning. The more angry or upset I am, the longer I can endure the pain. Hope I can be consistent this time on.

P.S: Been dabbling a bit with Latin and discovered that Aqua Vitae is nothing but alcoholic spirit, also known as the 'water of life' and they say alcohol is bad. Absurdum!!!

Detour

Ladies and gentlemen.. and all those who drop by this place..

Please join me to help get a fellow blogger/friend back on his feet, for his second third attempt at blogging. Although he has been quite pathetic and inconsistent, the posts are definitely not.

And yes, he replies to comments, unlike you know who.

This way please -------> Da Burf Man.

Muchas Gracias!!

My bottled memories

Whenever I look at these mini's, I feel as if a part of my soul is in each of them. If I were to be cremated, i'd wish for my ashes to be filled into these bottles and thrown into the sea.

My alcohol stream is fast being replaced by blood and I don't like it at all.