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In another life, I promise I will marry Gulzar. Yes, I will. Which man can write poetry as beautiful as him? Internet, I am getting enveloped in a sense of disgust at my petty life because I can’t write what gulzar writes.

I wrote for a friend today. A piece of 500 odd words. Serious shit that. Blogging does not come under serious shit. I doubt my kind of blogging come under writing at all. I felt nice. I felt like evading it. I kept thinking up of excuses to tell her that I could not help her out. But she is a rather good friend. And a wonderful person. That kind of combination is hard to ditch. So, after dilly dallying for about a week and half a day, I sat down post-lunch and wrote … for her. It was tough. To have regularly coherent sentences that show that you are not a dunce and to make it interesting while your heart is telling you to forget about the whole thing. I sacrificed my sleep for you today, S. Kindly note. Only because you are a good friend and a better person than me.

I am high on words today. 500 words. I feel worthwhile today. Smirk not. For me this is no mean achievement.

Let it be said. I miss working for my previous company. I miss you, Google. I really miss you. I had never been so excited about work . For more than 300 days that I worked for you, I wanted to come to your office EVERDAY. If issues were not going on between my parents about Universal Soldier & if life wasn’t as shitty as it was then, I would have been suffering an irreparable heartbreak for quitting you.

But life is about moving on. I got Universal Soldier for all the shit that I put up with. So even if I had to give up Google, I think I am better off in the bargain. Universal soldier, you rule.

I am currently in a place where the dawn breaks at bloody 0430 hrs. And by 1700 hrs it is nightfall. For someone who can sleep only till the sun doesn’t shine, I am facing major issues. By 5 in the morning I feel it is afternoon and I wake up. The biological clock has gone all wonky, internet.

I haven’t started on the book. I am thinking of giving up on it all together. It is just so tedious to think about the whole thing. I think I am feeling too lazy to write it. That too had to be said. So now, be rest assured that I shall find my solace in blogging. There is such comfort in having no ambitions.

I bought myself a nice, fancy black laptop. From the money that I earned. I feel quite proud of it. A camera would make my life more pleasant, definitely but let us not be too greedy.

I ate really nice chutney for lunch today. It looked too red without the necessary fire of red chilies. Or so I thought. The stomach is burning since evening and I have been sweating too randomly for comfort. Internet, do not trust red chutneys. There are hidden bombs in them that explode in your tummy.

I just re-read the previous paragraph and I find it was not needed in this world. But we are lazy. So things stay.

I am behind my time. One day I shall catch up. Till then I will live between red chutneys, deserted brave plans and half empty bottles of Pepsi. Life will always be wonderful, Internet.