Syn-City

That's the intriguing name of one of the word games in M-W (Merriam Webster of the dictionary fame for the uninitiated - does this make me sound oh so pompous? okay for those not in the know..:) ) Syn-City almost makes you wonder what's sinful about it isn't it?
Syn for Synonyms and city because it's a synonym building game - you build skyscrapers. Fun. I like M-W.
What am I doing blogging? After denouncing it or daresay openly discounting its merits (am sure there are millions out there and an ever-increasing tribe may I add) here I am. It could just ensnare me and get me addicted to it like Paul MacCartney singing- "let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better" - Hey Jude! by the Beatles (apparently written for 'cocaine' though I thought that was Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds for LSD which isn't the same as cocaine - lysergic acid diethylamide, one of the most potent mood enhancing drugs - ok ok, so big deal!).

But I like words - have always liked it. I like writing words than speaking it. Oh if only I knew half the words from the world of words I'd be Queen! Just the sheer power... I can almost taste it. Words is power, the power to communicate. But just reading Malcolm Gladwell's review of Steven Johnson's "Everything Bad is Good for You" in the New Yorker is an eye-opener. Johnson apparently goes on to say how 'books' is an isolating habit and not as involving as say video games... well...to each his own. I like books too... because they have words and words form a string, a sentence, make sense and non-sense and whoa! you have a narrative.

To digress just a wee bit - I've been feeling miserable for a while now. Work and home gives me no peace - turmoil. Always battling, walking the tight rope, feeling guilty, wanting to be loved, wanting to be understood, just wanting, wanting and more wanting. I should do Vipassana and experience it first hand and compare it to Sarah Macdonald's lip-tugging description in 'Holy Cow'.

I feel torn. I'm all out of faith. Should've just seen what was there...I just have no luck! Natalie Imbruglia sings this so well.

Life's like that. You want so much and you're hoping... sometimes against hope. But no one is really listening... not even you...!

Thanks Shalu... I love you! If only you knew how much talking to you calmed me down. Thank God for friends like you. Geographical distance not withstanding, I never feel apart...I do wish you guys were all here though. Sometimes I hate this city....it's not IT at all...people are cold, out of sight out of mind mindsets... can't develop friendships... everyone is so self-absorbed... and when you reach out you're heart's slapped away...shoo! Ouch! it hurts... if only one wasn't so hyper or super or ultra sensitive. I miss you guys and girls...each and everyone of you... I must've done something good to have you in my lives. I need you all now more than at any other point in time in my life. My bulwarks! I salute you!

That's a lot of Syn-City for the night! Adios! And like Jim Carey says, if I don't see you again, good morning, good afternoon and good night!