What a life!

Sometimes there's nothing to be done about it but grin and bear! Or grimace!

Life

The hubbysaurus keeps ruminating on how everybody seems to be stopping to smell the roses. Everybody but us, that is. I can't help but agree - everyday is a race against the clock. Sometimes, it feels as if life is passing right by my window, while I am stuck at my work desk. More so when the hubbysaurus is out of town.

Today

They say it gets worse before it gets better. I hope this is worse. In other news, Salman Khan will go to jail for killing black bucks. Serves him right! I hope people don't forget that he's killed a man too.

Blocked

For the past few weeks, I can't seem to find anything to write about. I open up my dashboard, keep staring at it for a while, and log out. Life seems to be spinning its own way and I am just floating along, like a log in the tide (yep, that heavy!). Things I wish would speed up seem to take forever, and then some things just zip past. Sometimes I get blue, for no apparent reason. I'm getting dizzy with all the jugglery I seem to be doing. Hope this gets stable soon. On that note, here's Jimbo:

Some jabber for a rather pleasant morning

42. The answer to Life, the Universe and Everything. The catch? Nobody knows what the question is. Life is a many headed beast - chop off one and two grow back. I used to think that I could spend life being a spectator (read Eyeless in Gaza, people!), till it grabbed me with grubby paws and dragged me into the maelstrom. I come up for air every once in a while, and I'm sucked back in again. Sweet escape seems so far away. But then, what would I do if I did manage to escape?

Becoming specks of matter flitting randomly across the universe seems like a good idea. But then, I'm already kinda doing that now. I am just floating - rudderless, going where the tide takes me (and boy, does it take me places sometimes). Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I love the feeling of being anchor-less, unbound. But then, some part of me wants to find a sunny shore where I can germinate and take root. The question now is, how much of a change is that? Is it possible to be equipped to handle that? What if it just creeps up, catches me unawares?

Sometimes I wonder if other people know what they want from life, where they're headed. When I look around and hear people talking about what they want to be, I am totally amazed. Isn't life too ephemeral to be making big plans for tomorrow? Is it just me who is clueless (except for about where I'm headed on Saturday night)? How do people know what they want?

Like Estha said, "Anything can happen. Its best to be prepared". On that note, here's Alanis with Ironic.