She sat down to write –
the perfect story ever.
Life intruded. Left
what remains of a first draft.
Tag: looking back
Of Being Alone
Enough said!
Hopefully Happy?
So, the third of January – I don’t know about you guys, but my new year hasn’t got off to the best of starts.
What started as general health checkup, landed me in some gut-wrenching tests. Apart from the money we’ve spent, (which is quite a lot, considering I’m neither anemic nor mad) it’s the waste of it all that annoys me.
The medical industry is one of the highest earning industries. Not just in India, but anywhere, money speaks. And the more you have, the more likely you are of falling fatally ill.
Not to mention the mental stress involved. Commuting from one hospital to another, carrying a file each, for your primary doctor, as well as all the others they referred to, carrying a bulk of cash receipts that lightened your purse but weigh heavily on your chest, having to look at the dejected faces of the other patients – it’s like voluntarily spending money and time to get nothing but torture in return.
“Better safe than sorry”
They all say it. But that kind of safety is still as painful as being sorry. Some things are just that way, and I don’t have a solution. Which just makes this post a completely pointless rant.
What a year this is turning out to be!
It’s Happening… Again!
Another calendar is on its way, and here’s to wish all of you wonderful people a happy new year ahead. I wish you all success in whatever you endeavour to do.
I had quite a thrill when the WP stats helper monkeys delivered my blogging year review to my mailbox. I remember seeing a fellow blogger’s review last year and wondering whatever happened to mine. But then again, I had only about 50 posts last year; so I should know better than to complain.
Speaking of the year-end review, here’s a link to my review. I like it; do take a look if you’re interested.
I ain’t a great fan of January 1st, and so there’s nothing special for me about the dawn of tomorrow. Every day is the beginning of a new year.
Oh, and resolutions?
On December 28th last year, I decided to write in my journal as often as possible. And I’ve done a pretty good job of it so far. This time, I think I’ll just stick to the basics.
Read. Write. Live.
Repeat.
Seasonal Spirit
Sprits high, nigh uncatchable…
Christmas, most say.
Humbug, some declare.
Who cares?
Rum’s gone.
Merry Christmas, folks!
The Chaos Within 