Matters Profound

1. Need to cut my hair - should I shouldn't I?
2. When the driver of my office bus decides to cock-a-snook at the signals, want to tap him on the shoulder and bark at him. Why don't I?
3. When the driver is on the mobile, navigating the morning rush hour with one hand while we gingerly hang on for dear life, I want to go up to him and snarl in his ear, "A#$%..e..what the f&^% do you think you're doing?" I never do.
4. Need to try my hand at some new recipes - loved cooking once upon a time - I still do - after all I do it once in 2 years....:) - what am I waiting for?
5. A colleague - will not listen - will not wait till you finish what you have to say - will be dismissive - will feign to know it all - will have body language which says, 'Why do I have to deal with you, can't you see, I'm busy changing the world?' - a colleague with whom I have to now deal with - I'd like to show him my middle finger. But I'm not Indra Nooyi so can I?
6. Someone I know in office made me read an article by some Anita Jain - God alone knows how he finds articles to read - it was very well written - but to be judged one of the best articles ? - hmm...anything goes in Amrika - I should write about inconsequentials and rake in some moolah - I need an agent dammit!
7. When it rains, it doesn't pour! Just flatters to deceive. Must get wet and revive an ancient Mumbai ritual - and play hopskotch with the puddles. What am I waiting for? 22nd century?
8. Office, home, office, home - need to change the monotony. Make it home, office, home, office - hmmm...seems possible.
9. Want to be Garboesque and walk into a night club with a long cigarette holder, stilettoes on which one can barely balance, a black hat, stockinged calves (why did or do women wear stockings....well, why do women wear what they do anyways?...), black sheath dress preferably with a slit showing cellulite ridden thighs - well, this'd be the perfect way to become a moll - can almost hear Ajit saying, 'Mona Darling'. Hmmm...
10. Don't know to count beyond 10. All matters should end at 10. If they exceed then they recede into the realm of the banal and mundane.

One last thought - why do the jottings in my diary seem so very different from the blog? In fact why does this blog seem so different in content than my other blog? Shams... any answer? Well, it seems I've become addicted to the key board and my mind spouts words like a kettle on the boil as soon as the digits hit the keys. Singing a different note eh?