Cobweb Inspection. Introspection

It’s a bit late…I know. Even later than the date on which I was supposed to make the comeback post. Sometimes I get too hung up on how to begin…or on what apologies to provide for my procrastinating, or on how I should sum up the past two months.

And summing up it has to be….there’s so much to talk about. I may bring up incidents during subsequent posts…but there’s no 1 thing I can give justice to. The uptake of the entire episode is a very visible beer belly, a semi permanent grin and a new found faith in God for letting me end up with the bunch I did launch into the cheers with.

I mean, yeah, you do walk into an internship in a BPO and hope the superior girl - boy ratio would strike you lucky. You do hope to finally figure out the hoopla about Pecos, and Bangalore being the pub capital and all that. But you wouldn’t dream about finally scratching off stuff from the list of things that you’d moaned about not having done ever in your life (refer 1st post in this blog).

I’d list out the events some time later…for now am more hooked by the way life looks, once I’ve hit the Earth again. Looks like my days of manic, self centered depression are over…those nights when I’d stare balefully at a whisky glass and wonder about my emotional life, or the lack of it…they don’t haunt me anymore. The last shitty thing that happened to me was being denied the right to give that med entrance exam due to domicile issues…and in retrospect…the dude who decided that made the best career choice of my life for me.

I’ve been clinging to my unhappiness…there’s always been at least 1 reason that I’d happily give you, but I’d refuse to listen to your advice and solutions. Most often you wouldn’t get the chance to talk about what’s eating me…I’d just let you know that my life sucks beyond yours…and lets leave it at that.

It did produce some decent humour though….the best vitriolic one liners emerge only from the very best vitriol that’s been locked up and brewed carefully within you. The happiness and general contentment has been seeping in for a while now…(post those CAT results, mostly)…but summers turned out to be the final blow. I do catch myself humming songs…or grinning in the mirror, or talking to people I’d never be able to talk to 4 months back.

Dear reader…I’ve cheated you of merry tales of drinking and debauchery to let you know that I’m happy. It was my first post after 3 months…so do give me a break. Had plans to finally turn this blog public…guess it would have to wait for something better.


Song of the moment

Danny boy, don't be afraid, to shake that ass, and misbehave
Danny boy, I know you got time, but what are you waiting for,
Anyway the dust may just blow away, if you wait for a windy day

Sewn – by The Feeling.