No...no its just not surge that went thru..i m just glad to be alive and its an expression of my gratitutde to that higher power who decided to keep me the way i am.
Enough of bullshitting...who am i trying to kid here:)

This is one of those days when you feel all important and elated simply because of what you are wearing.
P.S. I m wearing a blazer to work today:)

Does the outfit really govern your feelings for the day? I m sure it works for me that ways..have noticed this each day i wore something which suited me and unsuited me.
Why..why??
There were days during my Infosys stay when I was wearing a lousy salwar kameez and I felt like shit the whole day...partly because not even a single eye blinked at me and partly because I dont like salwar kameez but wore them so that their presence in my wardrobe could be justified.
Sometimes I wonder why I have some kind of respect for people who dress better than me( which I would like to imagine as few as possible)
Was it because of all those childhood experiences when I was the less favored one for the clothes that I had and hence wore...no regrets here though!!
But now that (tuchwud) I have a choice and a wardrobe much better than I would have imagined it to be, the rest of the world is on the receiving end..say understandably
Believe me I have seen people who get more attention than they deserve just because they boast of a good choice in clothes(be it theirs or their partners...the end result is pretty good)
I tell you how many times I have noticed my boss looking at that chic in a black dress more fondly than he has ever looked at his wife (or for that matter the next beautiful girl who passed by)
Man..I must tell you the next appraisal she got would have made each cent of that extra money spent on that dress worth!!!
Boy...o boy...I envy all of you out there for not wearing those right things and still making all that moolah with the so called skill set:-D

Men are from Mars...

The subject line is absurd is the stream of thoughts that I have at the moment.

I write, I delete and still write...my persistence finally pays off when I finally finish this post.

Last night I had a weird dream, my good friend had a baby with another man, she is worried about telling it to her parents. But for some reason her parents accept it and are in fact joyous about having a grandchild.

The weirdness stems from the fact that neither is my friend married nor is she that stupid to go around the town making babies with all her boyfriends.

Why did I have that dream?? Probably I m subconsciouly approving of the philandering nature of my friend because of certain treatment I think I dont deserve or do I just miss her and some friends when I m alone miles away from my family.

Here comes another first

Time and again I have thought about talking to myself but somehow dismissed the idea presuming that there is no dearth of people who still think I m insane...God forbid wat r they gonna do wid me(like throwing me to an asylum is wat I mean here:)) if they found that I like my thoughts said out loud:D

But somehow this blogging thing seems to agree with me. As in who would care to come and read me unless I offered them a chance.

Neways more said than done in this one.
Gimme a good start I ll do wonders...aint I too optimistic:D

On this I sign off...all those who think I m out of my mind please keep ur opinion reserved..rest all a big hug as welcome to my world:D

I rest my case..