On the edge of happiness...

Just a month to go…and another dramatic year will see its end. Well, dramatic for me…am not too sure if you can use the same adjective. A year that began with loads of never-to-be-kept resolutions…a year when Kolkata got the most of me since 2006…a year that saw me happy most of the time…and a year that reconfirmed my belief in “This too shall pass!” This is the year when every alternate month was supposedly exciting for Cancerians (or so predicted Susan Miller )…and every alternate month I excitedly found myself back to square one, to the extent of laughing at myself. Oops…almost forgot…this is also the year when my mom realized that times have changed and I can and do say (that too at alarming frequency) NO to guys. 2010 has been memorable, for reasons both good and bad. As hard as it might be, I learnt to smile this year…and yes…I learnt to believe in the fact that there is magic in our life, we just need to close our eyes and believe in it. And no…don’t open your eyes; the realit

Had a long tiring day! Came back home, had dinner and an hour long routine conversation with mom, and was about to hit the bed when my phone beeped with the following message: Most of us miss out life’s big prizes Nobel Oscar Grammys But we are all eligible for life’s small prizes: A hug from best friend A quick nap on a friend’s shoulder A glorious sunset A chat with someone we have a crush on An ice cream when it’s raining A silent night on the terrace Money from old jeans A stroll on an empty road with the person we love on a full moon night So don’t worry about missing life’s big prizes But take care of the small ones. Don’t know why this text brought a smile to my face and I was compelled to share it. Wanted to add on to the list, but then thought of saving it for another post :-) As of now, just wanted to thank all those people who made my life special by being a part of it…by ensuring that I have my share of small prizes…and have taught me to smile To all those who have

Another Monday…one of those many when I woke up wondering would it really matter if I sit back at home doing absolutely nothing.   I bet no…I have at least a dozen friends who do exactly the same, and except for the occasional cribbing about life sans job being a boring one, life seems perfectly OK for them. They do hang out with friends, more often than I do, since they have free weekdays too, unlike me. They do go for vacation…dad-sponsored…unlike me…for whom vacation means taking the earliest flight back home and catching the latest flight back to work. They do take afternoon nap till date, something I have left with my summer holidays in college. They do ask their dads for money till date, something I haven’t done for years now. All the money talks with my dad have been limited to investment plans and tax return filings. And to be honest, I miss those days when I had to ask dad for an ice cream or had to save pennies to buy a book I had been eying for months. They still barg