Thursday, November 17, 2011

Kyuk and eecee

  • I'm trying my best to use seriously bastardised English. Only because I can and because I think it's fun. Does that make me smug? It might, but it's okay. It's good for my health. I use "proper" English to communicate at work anyway, so once in a while to slip into non-English English is good for my health! 
  • I'm turning into a Twitter addict, about two years too late. I think. I don't know. All I did was put "Justin Bieber" on a tweet and I had about three new followers within the hour. Please remind me not to say unsavoury things about him online. I don't want death threats.
  • This is my new workplace. Please do check it out. It's quite different from the things I complain about incessantly. If you're on Facebook, please do hit "like" and hit "follow" if you're on Twitter. Thanks. My work at the site can be found here.
  • I'm still broke. Since my wealth generation plan was a fail, I'm going to be a civilised child and wait for my salary to get credited next month so that I can live peacefully ever after.
  • TRAVEL PLANS! Colombo from November 24 to November 27, for a wedding. Sigh. One more, and this time it's an international love story. Singapore from December 1 to December 6, chumma justlikethat.
  • There is a pending long post, coming soon. 
  • Right this moment, I need to get back to online stalking so that my company's blog can get new writers. KTHXBAI.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

For a friend

Thinking of mortality in your 20s. Thinking of death, actually dying, dealing with insane and too quick ways of dying in your 20s cannot be a good thing.

It's highly selfish to be thinking like this when someone you know has passed away and you are mourning their loss, but then again, when you are confronted with death and the possibility of you also dying under similar circumstances, it is difficult to keep selfish thoughts at bay.

This year, birthday month was ushered with bad news, again. My friend Mamta, who was a very dear friend from my MA days, succumbed to Dengue fever on the morning of November 5. In the four years since I finished my MA at Madras University, I met Mamta just once. She moved cities and we were in touch, rabidly, on G-talk and sms and phone calls, but we never met.

Finally, four years later, sometime in June this year, Mamta and I, met for a long overdue lunch. I must say that it was one of the best catching up meals of my life. I'm so happy that I met her after a long gap and got the chance to re-establish our friendship and be in touch again, texting, emailing and chatting.

This news has shaken me up and I don't want to think that I will never see her again or share some of the things that she and I did. She was my favourite gossip buddy in this world and she's no longer here for me to take the freedom to sit and cackle with.

Mamta, I miss you terribly. I hope you're in a happy place. After everything you struggled for, and after getting what you fought for, I'm sorry that you didn't get the chance to live long enough to enjoy the fruits of that. Know that you were loved immensely and wherever you are, I hope its the awesomest place on this planet!

Love always,