Yours truly....

Some recent updates:

I discovered that having a fever makes me look sleepy. I’ve had at least five people coming up to me and smirking “Feeling sleepy, are you?” when I was perfectly wide awake and in my (right) senses. Or it could be that I look so good in my new jeans and top....and my new hairstyle, (I almost forgot to add this) that (sadistic) people are bent on finding some fault with me. Well.....(my) experience sayz that thou cannot encounter more than five sadistic people in a row in a single day. So..........

Since I’ve mentioned my new hairstyle, I have to say a few words about it – all the three (ya...you heard it right – it is three) hair-stylists shocked me by complimenting on the texture of my hair. Now I’ve got to think not only about reducing my tummy but maintaining the texture of my hair as well. First three, then five – are we playing a numbers’ game out here?

I’ve realized a few profound things – no matter how friendly, caring, frank, understanding, considerate, sensitive, willing-to-devote-time-ish, faithful, truthful, helpful I am to (a few select) people, I would be obnoxiously ungrateful to expect the same from them. I’ve got to stop ‘unburdening’ a few things on my (ahem) friends because after all, I am the best judge of things. So why discuss things with people in confidence? Such a waste of (their) time and (my) energy. And I’ve got to learn to keep my big mouth shut even if it means not boring them with what’s (supposedly) good for them. For all I know, the cold and calculating creature that I am, I may be actually hurting their sentiments. Scandalous of me, indeed.......

“Thou shall not expect people to spend time with thyself”. Seriously....time is really a precious commodity. Why waste it over (of all things) moi? Besides, there are more important things in life than spending quality(?) time with people who have qualified as friends. Relationships......well.....the ropes could be picked up from where they were left stranded. How very simple...and I'm such an twerp to realize it this late in life.

Besides, I have got to accept answers as intellectual as “I don’t now” in response my (apparently disturbing) questions because it’s their life and they know it best. They have every right to remain silent. Aakhir unki privacy naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai, hai na? My life is an open book anyway...... to be drawn, quartered and hung in public.

Phew......I've run out of steam...and excuses. That done, pray for me that I can sleep soundly here onwards.