The joys of spending the day at home

I woke up early (nothing joyful about that) and went for a run with my cracked friend Tilley.
Came, back and voila, breakfast is served.
A leisurely shower and a nap, I wake up to hot, fresh food. Don't you people at work miss that?? :)
And then a session of The Big Bang Theory, followed by work on my new blog, followed by this entrepreneurship course that I'm doing and what do you know, it's tea time already.
In walks my darling mother with tea and rusk. Who could ask for more?
"She's spoiled." rants my father. "I'm not," I say, "Just born under a lucky star."
:)


About me: Lucky

There is no place in the world for people who aren't aggressive, who aren't assertive.
This in no way applies to me but I wonder, where do the gentle and the sensitive people go?


Mood: Sad
Category: Megan

"Life is mostly froth and bubble
Two things stand like stone
Kindness in another's trouble
Courage in your own"

Courtesy: Sonali Menezes' Grandmother

Left Justify

When your back's against the wall, you do whatever it is you have to do.

Megan (Age 7): If bad people shoot us how do we die?
Uncle Prashanth (Age 34): If bad people shoot us, we die slowly and painfully screaming "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" for about 5 minutes. If good people shoot us, on the other hand, we die with a look of surprise on our faces, wondering why a good person would even shoot us in the first place.


Category: Humour

When you do something good

These unexpected things. It's almost as if the universe is conspiring.

Mood: Happy

Bullies

I and numerous others have had to put up with one for the last 7 months.
I'm the last person to stand for something like that and finally today I hit back.
Hard.

Category: Fighting dirty

I ordinarily think it's beneath me to stoop down below a certain level and yet today I did.
And I'd do it again.

Against my better judgement, I'm feeling a little bad.

Mood: Slightly (only very slightly) remorseful

Say it isn't so

The worst kind of person.
The apathetic kind.

About: Me

I reiterate that I don't believe in charity.
It's simple. It's the hierarchy of needs in a nutshell.
This simply doesn't fall into the purview of a need.

What  I do believe in is enabling and being enabled to do something.
It's gratification at the end of the day. The gratification of self actualization as Mr. Maslov puts it.
Throwing a strategy together, being clever, playing with and controlling a situation, it's just fun.

Being at the top of a theory certainly is.

  

About fitting into a 6

If,  'Let me fit into a 6.' is my prayer for today; I think that pretty much speaks for itself.
It either means I'm self absorbed (aren't we all?) or I'm slightly on the chubby side (again, aren't we all?). 

I've turned into an absolute bitch.


Category: As if writing it down will somehow redeem me

I can easily see myself being a workaholic.
All it takes is liking what you do. It's as easy as that.

What I didn't anticipate though were the headaches.
Easily a direct result of insufficient sleep and staring too long at the computer.

Forgetting how to have a life comes easily.
Stopping to talk to people and not reading books anymore are things I don't even notice I've missed.

I notice that I stutter sometimes when I speak. It's slightly unnerving. I've never stuttered in my life. Before this. I realise it isn't nerves. It's lack of practice. I've just stopped talking to people. Imagine that.

Wow.

Jewels from the workplace

You cannot leave without doing things half done.


Category: You don't say?

We're loyal like that.
We pointedly dislike anyone who has been unkind to our friends.
So, when I think about it, there exist people that I've never even met, that I dislike on principle.

I hope they rot in hell. That's right. All of them.

"And is this selection natural?", she asked,

I sometimes wonder how I've come to have over a 1000 friends on Facebook when I claim that I only have 5 friends and when these aren't in hearing distance (I mean around :), I calmly insist that I have none.

My conclusion is that I've lived a long time and done many things in this time and at each stop met a 100 or 200 people. And wonderful people they have been.

But as I always say, it's a process of Natural Selection and no one needs me to explain that.

All I want to do is climb.

But good people don't do bad things.

I never set out to achieve anything. And yet I did.
A sense of self.
My biggest achievement.

Can't hardly wait

I love what I'm doing.
I hate where I'm doing it and I can't wait to leave.

No one did

I was thinking about this group of people I know.
Something's wrong with them. I'm convinced of it.

Something has to be wrong when all the male specimens [and specimens are what they are], all friends, make a move on a girl irrespective of whether they are married, single, engaged, seeing someone, old, young, on drugs, possibly gay, it doesn't matter. They will try their luck. All of them. And compete with each other to boot.

It makes me wonder, is that all it boils down to?


Category: Getting lucky

I love it when things like this happen

I heard something nice today.
A story. True.
It involved a baby, an ocean crossing, a chance meeting, the start of a friendship, a meddling mother and still. 
Things fell perfectly into place.  Maybe because of the meddling mother.


I mean, what are the odds.


Category: Just like a paperback novel

Slowly, Surely, Surly. Turning.

My God, this is so gay

http://www.youtube.com/user/TaylorSwiftVEVO

I like to insist that individuals have an in built ability to make decisions.
If this is really true, why then do I need to be listened to? Why the need for the advisory board to contribute with their own logic, which in the end aligns with my own?

When it comes to making a decision, I'm always completely sure. So, an emotional reinforcement is what this must be.

Category: Must be

:)

What I say and what I think, matters. My opinion about these, the acknowledged few, matters. As it should.
And yet, it seems, I'm careless. Careless with my opinion. Careless with people.
I never imagined that this of all things is what I would end up being.


About me: Careful 

Today my family sat around and we talked about our experiences with Indian cops.
Hilarious.

:)

I'd like my life back.

Megan (Age 6): I'm allergic to rubbish.


Category: Aren't we all?