Either... or...

My brother is a gentleman; he always gives you a choice.

"Either you clean the room and I'll watch the movie, or I'll watch the movie and you clean the room."

Humph!

A (movie) dream

It has happened to me before, but not this clearly. This was like watching it on screen.

A woman, the guy she loves, her husband - a classic triangle. A small son too. The husband is a great father, but she is in love with the other guy. I woke up before she chose.

I wonder what the significance is. For me, I mean.

Busting (?) stress

R, M and I spent the weekend analyzing work, boyfriends, colleagues, marriage, friends, bosses, life.

We talked, reflected, shared experiences and listened for two days; it's a good stress buster, you know. (Home delivery for two days.)

Sunday night: I hadn't done my laundry, my house was a mess, my shopping for the week was not done, I hadn't called people I promised I'd call. I was grumpy.

I need to analyze this. I mean, I need to dig deep, beneath the surface. I think I need to work more on work-life balance. (Should I take up Yoga?)

Things are not what they seem; it's not so simple. Life is complicated. (Sigh.)

From my Dad:

By all means, let anger overwhelm you completely. You need it, that's why you have it. Get wild, rave, throw things, shout - for ten minutes. Only. 

Fundamentaly, everybody is good. It's others who are bad.

May I take it back, please?

When I was in school, I dreamed of college. It meant freedom - from the uniform, the cumbersome schoolbag, homework.

When I was in college, I dreamed of office. It meant freedom - from career talks, cheap joints, measly pocket money. 

Now, I dream of college. It means freedom - from bloodsucking projects, dreaded reviews, backbiting peers, monotony.

I want my Santa Claus back. I want my summer vacations back. I want my college canteen back.

I want my life back.

Blessings, yours and mine.

Blessed are you who know what you lost

Blessed are you who can weep for your loss

Blessed are you who can smile again

I burn in the fire of my congealed tears

Cursed. 

Love

is not a big deal. Who you love is.