Flypside

It seems to me that they had a pact among themselves
to meet at a pre-determined finish-line

The flipside of being the youngest.

A to Z!

happiness is being back in my true self.

happiness is being able to indulge my collector's self.

happiness is having no one to stop in my indulgence of self in any damn manner.

happiness is that 'your order has been dispatched and will be reaching you on***' mail.

happiness is having new things.

happiness is having a gawd-damn reason to celebrate.

happiness is the feel of grandness.

happiness is A to Z!
 

Monday - 14/09/2015

Monday of insane proporations.
Monday of magnamious consequnces.
A lull before the storm.
The d-day.
The penultimate day of the entire event which was spread over for quite sometime.
The judgement day when all the work done finally gets ready to cross-over to the other side.

The day it finally comes to an end.

And the funny part of this monday?
Well, its equally valuable in all its dimensions and proportions for the both of us.

Me and my man.

Funny, how one day can hold so much significance simultaneously on both lives, which are otherwise separated by more than three decades.
To know that it all comes down to one day.
That very feel is uncomparable.

It gives a high. a very addictive kind of a high.

I have known many people who have worked for a cause for more than just their life. Yet, they have missed out on seeing that day, where what they'd started reach the finishing line. The day when the baby crosses over to the other side.

And from today, I'll be knowing two such people who can boast of such a claim.

For me it's the Monday before the day when all hell is poised to break loose.
For me it's the Monday which is the last day of liability.
For me it's the Monday I've worked for, since the past year and a bit more.
For me it's the Monday which makes all those previous counts of late nights and all-nighter-at-work worth it.
For me it's the Monday which is forgiving enough for all those forsaken leaves.

For me it's the Monday, which begins the start of new beinnings. a significant chnage in the very essence.

And for him, it's the Monday, which acts as the decider.

Yes.
It's the Monday, most sought after.

p.s. my best man decides on a house. another Monday yay for me.

09/09/2015

we believe in nothing mainstream.
we belive in rocking the unheard and unseen of.
and we are the kings in that!

so, keeping the birthday cake as a surprise till midnight is so mainstream, that, all care to keep it a secret is abandoned when yours truly enters with a big box and rings the bell knowing fully well as to who's going to be on the other side of the door!
and, waiting till midnight to cut the cake is so pedestrianly mainstream, that we do it well before the clock strikes twelve!

doesn't matter who gets the cake originally. doesn't matter even if yours truly doesnt get to be the one to make the first cut either (well, one side-effect of climbing up the age ladder).
wherever there be cake, yours truly always ends up being on the receiving end of it, with mouth wide open!
the tradition should always continue. else, how would it continue as one?

and the biggest advantage of being nothing like mainstream? well, you get to have your dinner with dessert.

meaning, the dessert becomes the dinner itself!

ain't we grand!

p.s. btw, the candles were defnitely blown by the birthday lady! that's also the tradition! :-P so, we stick to that bit.
p.p.s yours truly definitly believes in the concept of 'return-gifts'. a staunch believer. period.

freaky eight

i hate spiders. and there is no two way of saying this!
short legs. long legs. sinewy legs. thread-like legs. fat legs. jointed legs. legs with hairs on them.
fat body. black body. brown body. body with visible eyes. dot-esque body. barely there body.

*brrrrrr* recounting itself gives me the shivers.

and coming face to face with it in the morning ~ definitely not good. that too in my clean and properly arranged dresser. so not cool. i open it, and all i see is a flurry of movement, like a ball of dust rolled up, scurrying across the papered surface. and that one glimpse was enough for me to know what it was. and no not at all a pretty sight!

damn! i hate spiders!




 

Wishful Doing

It was a typical lazy winter morning. Foggy, damp and cold. It was a holiday. The much needed and sought for respite amidst the brouhaha and hullabaloo of the Court convened meetings of the Companies as per the High Court's direction.

So, a perfect setting for that epitome of laziness which necessarily happens in the morning. More if the Man indulges you with breakfast. More even so, if there happens to be another one with whom the day begins - inspite of the day ending for that person. *those were the days*

And i was reminiscing about same time same day exactly a year ago when i was with my favourite people, doing the favourite things.

And that's all where and when it started. The airfare being the main point of focus. For, the airfare to my favourite city and back was exceeding the airfare to the place of that person on the other side of the world (literally so). And that was motivation enough.

That happened to be January then.
What followed after was a series of things to be done (including answering some outrageous questions, battling nerves when things almost went horribly wrong and almost giving it up because I'd had enough and somehow the reason felt like losing its essence).

But, come August. And what I'd set out in January, finally rests in my possession, in colour print and a great pic (DSLR indeed!)

Yes.
Official right to plan.


p.s. the only cure for a vacation hangover is planning for another vacation.