A song used to live here

Sufficient time has passed Watson. Sufficient enough.
To peep out. To start with the ramblings but without the old baggage. With new taunts and with newer brethren still. Or hopefully without even a mouse noticing (We don't care much for the world). Starsky might go so far as to call it a new beginning. That chap was always of the disillusioned variety. A romantic though, but like all romantics...

Yes, a song used to live here. And we've come around to renew it (resing it?). To dust the premises, clean the windows and awaken the old. Take up residence (Retake up?). And gladly fail at doing it all over again. For what's a farce without the well intentioned aim towards failure.

Ah...

Me And Bobby Mcgee

"oh"

oh?

"oh, you're such a happy go lucky girl you. I love how the stars glitter around you. I love how all the words you whisper have a bounce, all the thoughts you preach have a sting and all the strings you weave have a happy ending. How the blues sit far away, afraid to come near. You're something else you know... and all this, even before you smile. For your smile is pure magic. The kind that doesn't sneak up and just touch your heart, but grabs at it. It clobbers you senseless and then makes you want to thank it for doing that. And no one knows this, but its my cocoon.

Wow. But then why the oh?

"Cause when you're sad the world stops"

For The Price Of A Cup Of Tea

...I feel like blogging again.

(Why am I not surprised spellcheck didn't catch that, with it's trademark red curly lines, as not a verb - the world changed yet again Jeeves).

Don't Worry, Be Happy.

How do you make god laugh?
....
You make a plan.

Philosophy+comedy. Those are strange bedfellows.

I often philosophise you know. In my head, out loud, to strangers, to god, sometimes even on a blog. And it's grown more as I've grown older - comes with the territory I suppose. Comes with the angst. And angst you see only develops if you've lived a lot, loved a lot, destroyed a lot, missed a lot. Among other things.

Yes, it's got twangs of being very depressive. So why do it?

There's a trick in it really. Career, life, money, babies, old age, friends. How to live, how not to, how to forgive, how to stop asking how to's - you've got to find the silver lining. The comedy. That strange bedfellow to your angst. To your philosophy.

Otherwise it's just words.

Video Games

I'm feeling crispy. You know... the opposite of mellow I suppose.
I'd started feeling mellow at first. It was just easier. Then I read and I thought and I had happy thoughts and I had happy feelings. Not intentionally of course. That would have been like excercising. They just floated in. The happy ones. On their own. And they've stayed.

I sound retarded. Crispy people perhaps do. I'm in love, which also has a lot to contribute to all this. I've been in love with her for a while. But for some strange reason it's just grown and grown. Like the happy thoughts and feelings, it just floated in and stayed, but unlike them it's grown ginormously whilst inside me. Like a mind of it's own.

It sounds uncontrollable. Love often does. I quite like it all, which perhaps aids the process. I offer no barrier to obstruct the flow. No immovable object to meet unstoppable force. It's a peaceful ginormousness. That just sounds weird.

And I'm going to go and hug her now.

Advice For Young Mothers To Be

Man, I don't know about you, but I could easily do with a vacation. The need has never been greater. I need to get the hell out, soak in some mojo, get rejuvenated, smile a little, laugh a lot. Take a trip. Maybe two, maybe three million.

Coincidentally, we are hopping on a few metal birds and whooshing to new lands for a few days, soon. But soon is 5 days away. 5 days is like 5 million from where I'm sitting. 5 million is a few million too many.

I've started using big numbers now to elaborate. I blame the multiple financial crises for instilling the usage of these big numbers in my daily vocabulary. 20 billion, 1.4 trillion and such. If I would have said 500 days instead of 5 million days, it wouldn't have cut it. I'm a man of the times and the times demand big huge humongous numbers.

Now instead of saying I'll have it done in a day or two, I say I'll have it done in a day or 20,000. My boss never quite gets that line. He's obviously not of the times.

Going to Singapore and then Sri Lanka. Both island countries. Shit I just realised that. Not that it matters but I'm chuckling at making that connection. So spontaneously brilliant. It must be cause I'm royalty.

Going to meet my craziest bestest friends in Singapore and then The Girl's family in Sri Lanka, where we've planned to take up a resort in a remote part of town. Kick our feet up, get drunk, eat a lot of seafood ( I love seafood), forget about some things, make new things. That sort of thing.

It might turn out to be very drink heavy. Which is why we decided to not drink 2 weeks before we left. A little sanity to prepare for the insanity. Which ofcourse hasn't worked out. So now, we're instead reaching out to a little insanity to prepare for the insanity.

There, just popped a different perspective pill.

Little Lion Man

"These are mad times, mad"
And yes, I'm going to say it again - cause even though I've used that excuse before, I lied. This time though it's real... till I lie again that is.

So yes, life came and took over.
Ah joyous life. That wandering minstrel, that untamable of spirits, that most meddling of beings. It grabbed and I complied. After all, a blog should ideally be the least of one's priorities. A means to get away perhaps, but always a loyal subject, giving way when life needs no getting away from.

But then again, a lot happened and a lot didn't happen. Much like you I suppose. We're all the same after all, each and every one of us. (I'll philosophise soon, cause I'm getting that urge, but not now. Now it's more of a self satisfying need).

So on that front, the travelling diaries had a few pages filled. A couple of notches and if you're of the wizarding variety, more streams to add in your pensieve.

For sometime in the middle of this summer, we hopped across the border to a small town called Mexico City. Which we later found was one of the 3 biggest cities in the world - so not so small after all. And we absolutely, whole heartedly, unambiguously loved it. All 4 days over there. It's got a little of the rustic charm we've been chasing, a little of the good life we've been avoiding. It's delicious.

You know, having been to Colombia and now Mexico, it's easy to make an observation. Latin America, and yes I club Mexico in that, knows how to party. Everyone, or at least the ones we bumped upto, has a smile on their faces and come sun-down a jump in their step, a drink in their hands. As opposed to the work/stress obsessed, calorie counting, very measured city that is New York. Easy enough observation? Yes, perhaps. But I agree, there's always a layer cake.

Then just before winter took over, we went to Rhode Island. A state on the eastern coast here, where it's pretty, but very American. If you know what I mean. It was a good change of pace, nothing else. But more importantly, my parents came on a jet plane to visit us here and they made the Rhode Island trip a colourful one. We laughed and we fought. We played, we merrily swayed and we shared. I found new facets to them and rediscovered old ones. All so interesting, all so enriching. And they finally met the girl. In the sense of actually getting to know and spend time with her.

I miss it all now. That jet plane, it giveth and it taketh. But it was all so good. So very good.

And as my man Seneca said : "As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters."

So how's the good life been treating you fine folks?