A nugget of wisdom

"But sales isn't part of my profile" squealed an exasperated colleague. "We are all salesman at work and outside" replied my boss with a wry smile. The rest of the meeting had me thinking. It was quite true. Whether your trying to convince your parents marriage can wait, or whether you are trying to make an impression on a guy or even if you are just trying to haggle with the auto driver - we are all constantly making sales pitches.

Why

do i have to spill gravy on myself everytime I wear white?
do I have to work for a living?
do I cry when see a blog about me?
isnt the beautiful pink saree on sale?

Snowflakes on my window pane

Snow has always fascinated me. As a child I used to dream of making snow men, ice skating and wearing fancy furry boots like the Russians. Even in the recent past, on bad hair days I dreamt of Madras being hit by a snowstorm and me being unable to see my boss’s face for days. I had even scripted my first snow moment. Purest white snowflakes would gently land on my face and I would turn my face towards the heavens with eyes closed. (Ok I got inspired by the Emirates ad. Sue me)

Alas none of them came true. A few weeks back as I was getting out of a mall in Washington cursing the cold weather – something wet landed on my face. Before I could even scream, I realized I was skidding on a wet surface. I let out my Tarzan like wail. Hapless Christmas shoppers froze in their tracks to glare at me. As I made my most ungraceful landing, my colleague maintains a straight face and asks me “First time snow experience huh?”
Humbug. So much for my snow fantasies

Taking Stock

Another year whizzes past and whether you like or not, you find yourself in that introspective mood. The scary part is not being able to remember what you did during a specific period. I sit here and wonder – “what was my life in March last year like? “. All I get is a blur. Either my blackberry is spelling doom for my memory skills or my mind is playing tricks on me. I am not sure which I prefer.

But a lot of events stand out. The first few months of 2008 were filled with incredible happiness until Murphy’s Law caught up with me. The year saw some of my worst and lowest days. In a weird way I am grateful for those days. Sometimes you need a jolt to open your eyes to the obvious.

In the next few months I thought I had men, relationships and my life figured out. Then again may be not.

The last few months was a whirlwind of travel. New countries, new people. Definitely an an exciting period. But living out of suitcases for a few months gave me a gypsy in a caravan feeling. It made me wonder if wanderlust might just be bad for me.

Sayonara 2008, your one year I am definitely not going to forget.

Now Listening

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

A note to no-one in particular

Do all women have complicated emotions? I sure hope so. Somehow I can never settle for simple plain emotions. I have just spent a day feeling guilty about not feeling guilty. And I don't even know if that is normal. But for now all that is being pushed into archives of the mind. In a few hours I fly to sunny Singapore. After cold cold Washington, I'm definitely looking forward to that.

Notes from Charles De Gaulle

The good thing about being on a really long flight on your birthday is you get to miss calls. Calls from peopel who think your a disgrace coz your 27 and single. Yeah!

P.S : Paris has to be the worst airport ever to transit.