Potted plants and potty heads

Why have I not been writing in this space? I think because I know its hard to pull off a star post again. Even if I were humble I would not deny all that ‘Dragonflies’ is. I might do it again, but I guess it will take some time. Apologies, for the intervening shoddiness.

I have moved to a new work station! It was fun reorganizing. I now have a small plant in a small white IKEA ceramic pot and two super intelligent blue candles by it. A pic of the Merlion and the pretty babe who is my sister, pot-purri a stunning shade of dreams and corks of wine bottles that marked the beginning of C-39.

Its been a culture we have cultivated, we refer to homes, places and offices not by the owners but by the very address. So my granny’s was always C-1/189, and we moved from 1511 to 304 to 377 to…. Sigh!

Coconut chocolates are such balms.. I was thinking that a blackberry would make an awesome Christmas present!

I also think I am aging, I have loads of white hair, I have aches and pains all over most of the times, I like papaya and like Ted Mosby think old is gold! And I am not even 25!

Make no exception for Inception

Things seem to be turning. For a change I don’t skip a beat when I see a Careers Link. I am frankly quiet satisfied. Another attach with the seafood has made me wary. But you see temptations, are not always wrong decisions, which are most often the fallout of boredom. Which brings me to Inception.

I was very bored that sunday, and my friends had been raving about Inception. Who ever conceptualized Inception does take dreams seriously. Who ever told me they preferred it over matrix, is himself a bad dream. First lets trace back to Matrix, the Trilogy. To say the very lest, it was a religion, the hope amongst the masses, that they will wake up to find out that the world they lived in was not real, awaiting wakefulness. And who can forget the quintessential question? Add to this the idea of objectivity that Ayn Rand developed (remember the whole deal about putting your mind to it, and you’ll do it perfectly) which made Anderson Neo.

Juxtapose this with, uhumm – Inception. Theivery of ideas in the world of virtuality and corporates! Reminds me of my desk job more than anything else. You conceive, I protect. So, ultimately they win, and our man Fischer says, “My dad wanted me to be my own man!”. Could he not have just spoken to his pals, or anyone. In any case, if he was such a disappointment to his father, may be he should have left the company anyway.

Sorry, its just that it does not, can not, and will ever not beat THE MATRIX. So whats it going to be, the blue pill or the red pill?

Toes at Twilight

It’s almost morning, and I think I can stick it out till the first rays filter through my windows. I haven’t done this in a while, but the routine is comfortably familiar. After a hopeless chick-flick in the theater and another episode of Gossip Girl, a fancy for watching You’ve got mail yet again, I am wishing for Twilight, nonsensically shallow but working fling stuff. I think the reason I like You’ve got mail is that it runs with a hope, that despite all odds, positivity can sustain. A feat so hard to pull off in reality. We just seem to sprout way too many toes.

If I let my eyes take a breath I shall float to sleep, but the thoughts you sleep off with hunt you down in the morning. I want my pillow to smell of Oceanus, and a Cool Water wrist relaxing my temples, my favourite music and a soulful voice. Ever so fleetingly the thought of a friend who I met a long time ago crosses my mind. Pink satin envelopes or the irrelevance of it all that scares me. In any case, no decision should be made at 4 am! Maybe tomorrow, or some other day.

In the mean time, may be Her Morning Elegance would sail me to slumber.

Un-hashed

The sheets have changed,
but you have given me a reason,
to tie me with a gold chain.