Birthday Blues

I am beginning to hate the idea of b'days with a venegeance. They never fail to remind me how fast time is running by. In fact I remember last year's b'day so vividly (the party with school friends, followed by a screening of Jaane Tu) as if it happened yesterday. I don't feel my age at all..inside I am still stuck at being 24. Is that a problem? Anyways, the good part about this day..got 13 phone calls so far, and 3 b'day emails. Not a bad count so far I suppose. I am discounting all the Orkut scraps. Only personal messages count. And Marykutty forgot to wish me as usual (hope she's reading this shamefacedly!)
Count of calls at midnight: 22

Today is a special day, simply because of the fact that I succeeded in doing what I have failed to do for most of my adult life. I got up early and went for a run. This was due partly to A's insistence on my physical fitness and partly due to Murakami's memoir on his love-affair with long-distance running. I have never been a morning person, and I don't know if I will feel like getting up early tomorrow morning, or I will just toss over and go back to sleep. Unfortunately, I do not have a good track record of following things to their logical conclusion, as my aborted experiments with computers, karate and western dance lessons show. So at this juncture all I can hope is that today morning was a new beginning, and that someday I will end up loving running so much that I will do it even in the face of the biggest obstacles.

Living in Johannesburg has given birth to new ideas inside me. I wonder how my life would be if I opted out of what I am doing now, and ran a Bed and Breakfast in Jo'burg, serve awesome food and extend such warm hospitality to my guests that they keep coming back for more. And I take off to Kruger whenever I feel the need to take a break. Of course it wouldn't hurt if I had someone like Jake to lend me a helping hand!!

There are days at work that I spend enveloped in laziness, when my mind refuses to function, when my fingers refuse to type any more words, when my mouth reamins busy in yawning, when my eyelids feel heavy with sleep, and nothing that I can do or think can wake me up from my slumber.

The Judgement

This is one of the days when I feel so privileged and happy that I get to do what I do..I feel that its my victory also, victory of the entire sector, for all of us who do what we do.
Cheers to more such amendments..next on the wish list- a law that separates adult consensual sex from trafficking. Wish it happens in my lifetime in India.