Every-time I get on an escalator, I think about him.

And about my last attempt that failed. With no drama from my end and no emotions from his end.

So much for all that time and thought spent together.

It hurt, I think.

I want:

A cotton pant that fits right

A better job

A button to cancel out loans

One tablet to take, every-time I want to smile

A new dress for every Monday morning.

One manual memory eraser

Delectable food that never gets stored as fat on my body

A body with a better shape

one superpower

A personal Santa Claus

Less of prayers

A heart, to give

Many other hearts, that give

A song that sounds good when I sing

A musical instrument which i can play

One talent

A dance, for me

The ability to say 'Fuck off' and mean it.

A man with a 'Yours Forever' tag attached on him (Non-negotiable)

happiness, abound.

If you have some thing, and you can keep it with you, as yours, forever -- its worth having.

If you have some thing, and you get to keep it only at times -- its not worth having.

Irrespective of what the thing is.

Door mat.
And a fancy one at that.

Read and lovvvvvvvvvvved!

http://30andhappy.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2009-05-26T14%3A43%3A00%2B05%3A30

so many people running on the tread mill.

the thin girl is running from the divorce thats yapping at her heels. its so close now that she can feels its hot breath on the back of her legs. she runs faster and harder, but it never seems to get tired or slow down. that dirty dog.

on the treadmill next to her, the fat lady, running from the doctors. they've jumped into an ambulance and they've got the sirens blaring. they're coming to take her away, to jab needles in her arms and take her blood pressure and pump her with pills. run lady. run. your life depends on it.

in the mirror i can see the gay hair dresser. trying to run like a boy. every now and then, his arms flap a bit, like he's just spotted his favourite rock star, and like he's going to faint, and like, its like, just too much. eeeeeeeeee.

then there's the 40 something woman running from her age.

the israeli body guard running behind the terrorists, running from the terrorists, running with anger, running from fear, running to save his girlfriend, and the rabbi and the wife.

the 40 something man. running to forget. forget the woman he loves. loved. forget that she married someone else. forget the times they made love together. forget. forget. forget.

and then me. i'm just running so i don't get fat :)

When all what you admired is exactly what you are detesting -- you should know that 'like' is turning into 'dislike'

Disliking is a feeling that grows on you as time passes. Like the poison that spreads. There is no escape from it. Respect your past admiration and your present thought. Kill it.

One more vacation coming to an end and as always, I did absolutely nothing. Feels terrific :)

I had made only ten billion plans when I was coming from Bangalore to Coimbatore. Meet so many friends, go on a short trip with family, meet people from my previous workplace... And all I did is eat, sleep, read and knit. Just two more days and am off to Bangalore (which now feels like a night's dream or something). Not sure if I am too happy about it. Going back to Bangalore, I mean.