For the sake of writing...

1. AP constantly makes fun of my blog to a point where I don’t really feel like writing in it anymore. Who am I kidding? I love to write but deliberate fun poking of my blog is not nice.

2. I’m thinking of moving my blogspot address elsewhere, a more mysterious link. New templates. New name. A new claim to fame.

3. I’ve written 50% of a short story and looking for suggestions where to publish it.

4. I have needless pride, unwarranted anger and a fierce sense of independence, integral emotions without their descriptive counterparts

5. I have a hard time trusting people. Period. Such cynicism and skepticism is not synchronous with my limited life experience.

6. I bought a hand puppet for Rs 30 from a gypsy- man -thingy in a crowded signal. It has a shooting tongue like a serpent. Much like its new owner.

7. It’s also grossly ugly. Unlike.

8. I attribute life to inanimate things. Crayons together so they can talk at night. Old clothes for a trip so they can get a vacation. I have shirked away the habit without the help from a counselor. Yesterday, I felt a connection with my hand puppet. I hope my painful habit does not return. It’s hard being nice to living and non-living things.

9. Speaking of being nice, I’ve promised myself over and over again that I will not give in easily to people. I will treat them how they deserve to be. I will not extend more than I should.

10. I have never kept that promise.

11. I am not scared of marriage. Life is what you make of it. Expecting the world from a marriage is asinine. You share, you care, you scare.

12. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. (Baz Luhmann - The Sunscreen Song). Noted. Headnod.

13. Anumaar says let it be so. Hope he never takes care of my problems.