The Sunday Chronicles - Hiccup!
There will be no edition of The Sunday Chronicles today.
The Editor, Chief Correspondent, Copy Editor, Sub, Publisher, Distributor and Reader (all rolled in one) is mentally fatigued having worked over the weekend.
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Thoughts for the Day!
The week ahead looks hectic as usual and full of nervous apprehension.
It is lonely at the top. Sigh!
Something nice to keep me in a good mood - I cooked today after eons of absentia (or abstention) from the culinary receptacle of my abode also known as the 'kitchen') - at my aunt's home - nice to know haven't lost my touch. Lip-smacking even if I myself say so.
Back's gone for a toss. Neck, shoulder and back hurts. Need a massage.
Someone please give me Amitabh Bachchan, his son and Aamir Khan as my birthday gifts. I'd die a contented woman having attained nirvana (truth be damned).
I've decided never to go shopping with my aunt and uncle and cousin. Why? For the simple reason that I'm unreasonably impatient and they're brutally slow and cumbersome in their decision-making. (I needed to be rescued today). But I also discovered that I had the reserves to be patient (in direct contrast to my inner child gritting her teeth and saying, 'Oh for Chrissakes, hurry up'), and actually did some imaginary role-play and realized that I'd be getting there (old age silly) too someday (soon). I needed to give them some leeway.
I also realized that I'm far removed from the 26 year olds of the world. Thankfully I won't be knowing some of them no more.
Hallelujah!
The Editor, Chief Correspondent, Copy Editor, Sub, Publisher, Distributor and Reader (all rolled in one) is mentally fatigued having worked over the weekend.
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Thoughts for the Day!
The week ahead looks hectic as usual and full of nervous apprehension.
It is lonely at the top. Sigh!
Something nice to keep me in a good mood - I cooked today after eons of absentia (or abstention) from the culinary receptacle of my abode also known as the 'kitchen') - at my aunt's home - nice to know haven't lost my touch. Lip-smacking even if I myself say so.
Back's gone for a toss. Neck, shoulder and back hurts. Need a massage.
Someone please give me Amitabh Bachchan, his son and Aamir Khan as my birthday gifts. I'd die a contented woman having attained nirvana (truth be damned).
I've decided never to go shopping with my aunt and uncle and cousin. Why? For the simple reason that I'm unreasonably impatient and they're brutally slow and cumbersome in their decision-making. (I needed to be rescued today). But I also discovered that I had the reserves to be patient (in direct contrast to my inner child gritting her teeth and saying, 'Oh for Chrissakes, hurry up'), and actually did some imaginary role-play and realized that I'd be getting there (old age silly) too someday (soon). I needed to give them some leeway.
I also realized that I'm far removed from the 26 year olds of the world. Thankfully I won't be knowing some of them no more.
Hallelujah!
posted by Livin @ 11/06/2005 10:49:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 1:43 PM ,
Irfan said...
First off, thank you.
And the rest shall follow in the email.
At 9:39 AM ,
Livin said...
Thank you for leaving a comment on my blog. Like I said hardly anyone ever reads it. But that is what I wanted anyway - anonyomity - when I started it. Of course the writer in me wants a vindication of my prowess and my ability (if any) to move the reader. It doesn't happen, and I'm not complaining.
Thank you for what? And your blog looks similar to mine..:)
And you write well too. Keep bashing on...:)
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