December 24th

I am 24. I turned 24. I lived for 24 years. And I spent that day oversleeping. I was asked how old I was by an inquisitive passerby. I happened to answer, twenty - pause – four last Wednesday. That’s when I felt the first time that I was no more an amateur. I think the teenager mentality lasted till I was still 23. But all of a sudden when I felt like my birthday was just another day, and celebrating it would be unnecessary, felt normal and yet not quite felt the same way before.
Anyways, I still cut a muffin and blew candles out and wished on the 24th night, when the dates in the region I was, had already changed to 25th.

December 15

I think something is about to happen. I feel the negativity already. Or something has already happened just that I should still need to know about it. Usually in my recorded memory, December had been a good month. But this year it has not been like that. The only good things I saw this month so far had been because some investments I did in the past matured during this time. That does not mean anything is happening the way it should have been. The state of my mind is in jeopardy. The atmosphere around still stands neutral, not influencing anything good or bad in particular. Still I sense the negativity which homes in my mind I reckon.
I tend to contemplate that I might have started being a little extra greedy. I might have started expecting the things to happen my way in every next step that has to follow. In a way I had always been the chosen one with things falling in places, all the time. It always gave me a feeling that there is some force looking down upon me. May be it is somebody’s plan that I still have to handle my de-shuffled time and look forward to being looked upon.
This comes as the first entry as the newly graduated Master, however I still don’t feel the reason to rejoice the newly acquired achievement. Let me find the reason.
Just for the note, last week I could go to Alice Springs to spend another thousand for some essential and not very essential things. I could give a lot of things on hold a direction so that gave me a little satisfaction in the end. And then when I got back, I got two extra offs, with which I could catch up on a much needed break only to discover how easy was it to get lazy again! But then the new week began again, and I guess my next breaks shall fall in the New Year, so not many complaints against the whole laziness.

A Bad day...

Prachi wanted to take a swim in the sea when the salty waters were warm. She wanted to play with the dolphins & try Crocodile meat for dinner. She wanted to be served a Screwdriver by adorable Kevin who was 16. And watch two sunsets on February 29th, 2012 flying Concorde from Paris to New York.
All of that was possible, but still unethical, unrealistic and hard to come true.
Prachi still waited for the fast train to CST on platform number 6 and her train was more than 5 minutes too late already, she was headed for a busy day at her 7500 Rupees, no respect job.
13000 Kilometers and 5 time zones away, Karen was headed for work in her Toyota Camry, she was going to be laid off from her work today, totally unaware about the news, she still enjoyed Rihanna loud in her car, as she battled the Melbourne traffic driving past all the tolls, she would still need to pay for.
Little more away from Prachi and Karen, Afia wanted to buy water for her two children. She was too scared that like the two other children, these two would die off Cholera. She made of move out of her house first to withdraw 14 billion Zimbabwean Dollars from her bank and then to the place where clean water was on sale. By the time she reached the place, the water was sold out.
Karen, Prachi and Afia were just three of those women who had a very disappointing day yesterday.

Irony

Gabrielle used to dream every night that she would attend Academy awards and win herself a best actor in supporting role trophy. But unfortunately the work that she did, only contested her for Nobel Prize for peace. And she obviously had not done enough so far that she could even be nominated for it. Not this year at least. She was a co-founder of a school meant for orphans and refugee children in one of the non existent places on any political maps of the world. She apparently died in a riot that erupted in the camp when Christmas presents were getting distributed that year. A few years later, a film apparently was made to pay homage to her and show the world how insane the life in that part of world she lived in was. Ironically the actress who played her part in the film gained acclaim from a lot of critics and people of her fraternity. The actress gained renewal to her demising career and won a best actress award trophy. Not an Academy but a Golden Globe.

December 1st

I am scared, scared of the known and the unknown.
I don’t know what’s in hold
I used to be excited about the unseen day.
But I fear if I may have the might to hold it unfold in an unpleasant way...