It’s been donkey’s years since I last blogged. Written a million words in between, none though that meant much to me, for I’ve cherished most my ramblings on this blog. Having blocked this site from the sight of most, I guess I should’ve returned long ago, but I got too caught up in mourning the loss of a blogger’s life. Now it’s just me and this blog, almost like those retarded diaries with locks. Still, privacy is important, and a lock so much better than a bonfire.
I’m 24 now, and while the company I work with is also producing a movie with a similar title, I’ve been writing, editing away and learning how to manage a dozen superficial relationships. After I got bruised and battered by someone I was stupid enough to once hold very dear, I at first chose to shun just about everybody at my workplace. Simply cos I’ve been convinced that everybody here is a part of a rat race, and given an opportunity, will try to trip me, or rather, rip me. I get excited when I’m chasing a story, get a huge kick when a story comes out well. I’m not convinced I’m cut out to be a journo though. In time, maybe.
It seems pointless why someone would take a coin and drive it onto a car’s surface, and stop with their artistry only after they’ve mauled its face completely. Still, people do that. They claw upon the face, attempting to disfigure it.
I’ll be making friends with another 40 students in a week’s time. Time to learn some Spanish. Tortilla anyone?
Off-track thought - Do check out www.lifespice.in for some great lifestyle and luxury related news.
I’m 24 now, and while the company I work with is also producing a movie with a similar title, I’ve been writing, editing away and learning how to manage a dozen superficial relationships. After I got bruised and battered by someone I was stupid enough to once hold very dear, I at first chose to shun just about everybody at my workplace. Simply cos I’ve been convinced that everybody here is a part of a rat race, and given an opportunity, will try to trip me, or rather, rip me. I get excited when I’m chasing a story, get a huge kick when a story comes out well. I’m not convinced I’m cut out to be a journo though. In time, maybe.
It seems pointless why someone would take a coin and drive it onto a car’s surface, and stop with their artistry only after they’ve mauled its face completely. Still, people do that. They claw upon the face, attempting to disfigure it.
I’ll be making friends with another 40 students in a week’s time. Time to learn some Spanish. Tortilla anyone?
Off-track thought - Do check out www.lifespice.in for some great lifestyle and luxury related news.
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