The Day After!

Its some time past lunch on a Saturday afternoon and I am keying these lines on an office machine. Hang on-things can become worse. Out of the two life-support systems in my office, one is away and the other refuses to give me my much required dose of caffeine. I just finished a badly cooked meal that promised to be a Chinese delight but ended up being a cross between a badly cooked pulao and a hurriedly conjured up curry. Wait wait I haven’t finished. I forgot to mention the big one-our team is out of the Cricket World Cup… thanks to some fine display of their true worth.

I thought I would be sad but the truth is I am not… a little hurt or cheated may be… but nothing more than that. Perhaps I have changed... perhaps my priorities have… perhaps my happiness lies elsewhere. I could see that change in me well below our fate in the Cup of Woes was sealed.

I surprised myself yesterday when I happily traded Tendulkar’s batting (ok he didn’t last too long) for an evening of star gazing (the real ones and not the ones that seem to excel in those atrocious 30 sec commercials) and a conversation of beautiful words and beautiful moments that were sadly moments only.

Is this the real me or do I need to wake up? I really don’t know but I guess it doesn’t matter. I guess these lines sum it up for me…..

“As I grow to understand life less and less,
I learn to love it more and more.”