2 Weeks of a relaxed vacation comes to an end, I wonder when will I get another 2 weeks of 'Not to do Anything'. The next vacation that I might get will be that of my marriage vacation. I have no clue of when will that be, but I know that wont be a relaxing vacation. No I don't want to blog about Marriage and stuffs, I will save it later. November 2009, I have a feeling that time flies by faster than the days when I went to school. Even with Quarterly Holidays, Half-yearly and Annual Holidays, plus a bunch of other holidays including those days of heavy rain, I always count for days to get over. I felt nostalgic about school days today when I heard the news today that schools and colleges will be shut down tomorrow because of the heavy rains. BS!!, the government should make it mandatory to shutdown even the private consulting and servicing companies to go down for the day without a compensatory work day the following Saturday. I would rather like to work on a rain Tuesday than the compensatory Saturday.
I used to count one class by class. Periods after Periods, session by session, staff by staff, Lunch time was the only time of the day in School, we all loved. Everything else was a boring affair. Even after coming home from school, and playing for 2 hours till sun set, I still have a feeling I have another 6 solid hours to goto sleep half of which will go away doing all those mundane home-works. I really felt every day which dragged me from January 1st to December 31st. For all I know, for the first time of my life, before I could realise what has happened, 6 months flew - right after I finished 12th and till September 18th of 2000 when I stepped into college. Those 6 months I really couldn't realise what happened every day, time just zoomed. Days of 'Whatever' attitude, I still couldn't recollect what I did in those days except umpteen number of movies in Devi/Satyam Theaters for which me and my friends used a catch a bus, foot-board on it to the theatre. That's the only recollection that I could think of. I am very much I didn't even spend a single time of which remotely useful to me in anyway, but time which I will cherish throughout, Days of unknown happiness. Days when me, Sathish and Chandru didn't know of the word boredom and a walk to the next bus stop was something which would thrill us to the maximum.
Even with no vacation throughout the year, even with half weekends of a year to slog at the office, even with a day starting from 8 in the morning and ends at 12 in the night ( @ Office Premises ) ,those days of boring mundane activities and those days where you wish nobody calls you and all you like to do is lay on the bed and watch some boring movie, eat and sleep, its like
2005
BLINK OF A EYE
2006
WHAT 2006
2007
Before you finish uttering the previous years completion astonishment
2008
I thought yesterday was Jan 1 2005
2009
and Before I could write and post this blog..
There it comes 2010. I see no light at the end of this ever lasting tunnel.
I read the above 10 lines to see that I ended up writing something which is totally irrelevant to what I actually wanted to, which is to write about how I enjoyed my 2 week vacation.
2010 Here it comes - Thursday, November 12, 2009 -
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You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? We're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. |
Friday, November 13, 2009 4:57:00 AM
a day starting from 8 in the morning // - Really ? when was the last time u woke up @ 8 to go to office J ?? :P
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