Now that is a question

So many things that I nearly blogged if not for my tardiness. Apart from work and the constant social activities I have had so little time to blog, which is also true to an ample extent.

But truly, I am ever hoping to be regular here ..and failing miserably. You see I am once again in my cribbing mood today. Whatever it is an easy start if nothing else…

Work is very good, if I overlook the endless meetings I have to attend daily. With all my colleagues on vacation, there isn’t much interesting to do anyway. At the least I am sparing my colleagues all the discussions when they return.

Life wise.. everyone grows up with the idea of what one wants to become in his/her life. To me it seems I have only started thinking. Seeing my friends, most of them are already settled and their futures spelled out. And I am still clueless about how am I going to go with life. I am compelled to rethink what I really want?

Honestly, considering just a fraction of the things on my mind… I sound so absurd-minded. Certainly, it would be nice to have a plan that doesn’t have me floundering around clueless. But not having one doesn’t bother me as well. I am reasonably, actually more than reasonably happy with everything and the way it is, whatever it is.

Conceding to discretion, I deliberately avoid writing so many things. I slowly drop out of the scene when it comes to discussing self. Now don’t judge me to be constrained. Well in effect I am. But I wish I could give others a piece of my mind and make them follow too. Every time I start explaining things it all comes out the wrong way. I can’t pronounce them wrong. So much is going on if I want to talk I am going to have to forgo trying to make them understand. I neither have the interest nor the spirit.

To favor I am travelling in no sloppy straight line. I don’t know what would everything be like 1 year from now ..2 yrs from now, no idea again. Though 50 yrs down the lane [living or not] I know I will be a very successful [in every defined sense of life] and content old lady.

I have the slightest idea how much sense I make. Among other things, I definitely don’t enjoy writing so-thick-posts with my clumsy attempts to explain. I thought I should today.