‘Appy ‘Alloween

I just realised that all my friends here will be in India in December. Well, maybe not all, but the ones that I’m in frequent touch with anyway. And i feel like an ass for having already taken my vacation last month. Oh that i had some foresight.
Or maybe a time machine.

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My roomie just stepped out for gymming. Within seconds there was a knock at the door. Thinking she had forgotten something i opened the door.
Nothing.
Halloween sprites you think? No, just the neighbour’s kid come trick-or-treating. Why didn’t i see her? I opened the door expecting a five-feet-something. Instead there was a three-feet-nothing in front of me. No wonder my gaze met emptiness.
It’s still giving me a fit of the giggles.

Nature’s first great title–mind.

Oh, the evil evil mind. Always ready to escape the humdrum tasks in front of it and go off on a wild tangent. Take for example, the following sentence from a tech article i was reading (SQL Server Integration Services if you must know) :

SSIS also provides a new feature, the Slowly Changing Dimension (SCD) wizard.

And what do i do? Instead of dutifully reading the next logical sentence, i imagine a rotating figure of Dumbledore, cloaked in a purple robe and all (might have been pink though, eh? ) slowly changing shape and form and becoming two-dimensional, then one, finally making a small pitiful puddle like the melted Wicked Witch of the West.

Is it any wonder i am still on the same page of the article and have this compulsion to post about it, if only to get it out of my system?

Oh dear, oh dear.

P.S. The title is obviously snitched. Go google it up.

Home Truths

Gleaned from personal experience and observation.

. You can get to know someone more in 1 yr than others whom you have known for 4.
. You can stop liking someone, but you can never really stop caring for them.
. Conversely, you can hate someone with all your might, but if they go through a bad phase, you still pity them.
. You can bare all your secrets to anyone, or confess anything you want, but for the post-confession time, no one can wipe your tears better than  your mom.
. You can wear your heart on your sleeve all day, and for some people it’s like part of your clothing, for others, it’s a prop to use to their advantage. For yet others, it’s something that brings you closer.
. You can wish away to glory that some people move out of certain ruts, and you can push them all you want, but they aren’t going to budge until they convince themselves of the fact they need to move.
. And on a lighter note, pure happiness can be achieved in bursts; to be happy all the freakin’ time, you need to be a saint or something.

Gah!

High levels of frust combined with the inability to articulate it all completely makes for enjoyable posts such as these.

C’est la vie

Afraid was I, a long time back, at the thought of returning from this country and going away from some people.

Today, those same people might be going away, maybe never to be met again. Unmoved am I.

Sometimes

I find myself digging deep within words, and actions, and gestures, however minute, of others. Searching within each a semblance of meaning, more than is probably justified, or expected to be contained within it. Trying to grope along those meanings as if to reach the mind of the initiator itself, to try and understand what he or she might have tried to express. Maybe understanding more than was meant to be expressed, or maybe imagining I understood more, in the cases where the intent itself wasn’t much.

Sometimes, i think, I even read when there’s nothing between the lines.