for the sake of friendship

i put up a strange "status message" on gtalk today, which prompted a few friends to ask me what had happened. the message was "what the hell" and it was my way of reacting/sending out a message to some idiots who have started sending me mails like "hi, how is the weather? do you like blah blah? please do reply. I want to become friends."...sigh...i deleted a social networking account that could have been a bigger platform for such ridiculous stuff; i didnt realize that an e-mail account could have a potential for being irksome too. remember, these do not come into my "spam" folder, and the accounts seem very very legitimate. anyway, i can't delete the e-mail account, so i guess all i can and shall do, is crib on this my unknown and unseen blog :)

there, now that the steam is out, i feel benevolent enough to pardon all those souls that wanted my frandship...they are obviously much better off without it, though they don't realise it :)

friday's tale as recounted on a monday...

so there was this series of low intensity bomb blasts in the city on friday. low intensity or not, one woman lost her life and some others got injured. and on saturday, the police uncovered another bomb near a very popular mall. how then do we react? i am tired of the usual disbelief --> shock --> anger routine. i think that as saner and more well meaning human beings than the ones that did this act, we should be capable of more than the aforesaid routine. just how, is an entirely different topic, and right now, i dont feel upto the task of delving into a logistical analysis of the task forces at hand and the infrastructure at their disposal and so on and so forth.

among other news, i went home for the weekend and returned with the usual feeling of "i shouldn't have come back"...sigh, when will i get rid of the homesickness? or better still, when will i grow up? :)

the spouse doesn't seem to understand that some people can be "reflexively" challenged; hang on, i know there may not be a word like that, but what i mean is, there are a set of people in this world that have poor reflexes (and i happen to be one of them). but sadly, my husband seems to think that i can overcome it by adequate practice...sigh. now, don't ask me how and why we got around to discussing my poor reflexes; it's a long story that has its roots in the year that i got a license to drive a light motor vehicle. now i wish i hadn't got that piece of paper that makes an utterly false certification!

here's a declaration: i love my house. i love its balconies, the breeze, which reminds me of a poem i learnt in school (the wind a blowing all day long, the wind that sings so loud a song); and most of all, the ability to see the night sky from my bed, just as if it were a painting on the wall. i hope i don't ever get bored of my house (judging by my rather fickle nature with respect to likes and interests, that seems doubtful...sigh).

if wishes had wings

is this price you pay for being a grown up? the burden of responsibilities, hiding behind the facade of maturity, facing the brunt of being a sensible person who cannot whine about the unfairness of it all once in a while...
i don't wish i were a child once more, because i seldom wish for things that can never be. but i do wish we redefined our expectations from a grown up human being. i wish we allowed a grown up to cry, to sulk, to rant about the bad deals he's been dealt, without being condescending. on the one hand we are amazed by the innocence of the babes, and on the other we refuse to accept the same innocence in the grown ups.
i do wish i could sit down and cry really hard, and that mom would come and plant a kiss on my cheek, and that dad would buy me a milk chocolate and that, in due course of time, i would stop crying on my accord, glad that the burden's lifted...i wish...