Hello Blogger Friends,
Welcome to Wearing an invisible crown. This post is just to share how happy I feel when I see a response on my posts. I’d love to Thank each one for following my blog, it sometimes makes me cautious of what to write, but more than that, it makes me smile to read your comments. Thank you guys and keep reading.
Esther
1 I have had a relaxing week. I had to run around Granma’s house a few times to meet my cousins who have come to India on a vacation for a short time. Apart from that I’ve been doing nothing of use. I’ve also been watching lotta movies with my bro. It was some considerable time together after a long break of silence and cold war. We both maintain a lotta records of cold war (I know it’s cute). Come on, we are siblings after all. My bro has become too sweet from sweet and is involving me in everything he does such as playing games and watching movies. So we are back on the same track. This matters to me! As of now I’m bored of watching too many movies at a time so, whenever he looks at me with the CD pouch in his hand, I fake a yawn. He gets it.
2. I have been missing some of the best things lately. Especially work. I never thought that someday I would look back and miss my office. I was happy when I left it and was also happy to be unemployed. Somehow I am missing the days when I used to wait for the cab to pick me up and also the one hour journey to work. It was fun when cab arrives first at my place because I get to grab the window seat. Yeah, the co-workers for the most part are geeks because they push me in and occupy the window seat and I get sandwiched between two geeks. They basically do what they are supposed to. Mostly, I was always alert, so alert that my eyes used to move slowly from left to right and vice versa, that no one falls asleep because it’s difficult to let someone you barely know rest on your shoulder, good lord. Ok, I don’t really miss everything that happened in the cab. But the fun I had with the people in my process at work, I truly miss it. Fun? Yeah, it is, especially working with people who supported me hugely. Probably the best thing ever. I’m not really sure if I regret the decision of leaving my job but I am very sure that I miss it terribly.
3. I have involved myself to take a walk alone in the evenings. I feel totally lost in my own world which includes no one but just me & my dreams. I’m happier with my dreams, though I know someday they’re not true but it gives me peace more than what happens in real. I dream of things that make me happy. Who on this earth would dream of sorrows? Or who on this earth would love to name themselves as Sorrow? So, in reality not everything is filled with joy. Agree? The quality time I spend walking alone dreaming of those little things that make me happy, is all I crave for at the moment. I’m really not sure if this was a lil confusing?
How are you‘ll? :)
Have you ever come across friends or relatives who bid Bye after a long conversation making essential additions such as “Come home someday” (Genuinely or Just for the heck of it). I happened to meet a friend who said the same and I said yeah sure. She came home one fine morning and asked me to get ready and keep up my words. Oh ok? Well, I was too lazy that day because of the cloudy weather which tempted me to be of no use the entire day. I also felt like cuddling under the quilt; sleep all day with the slow old romantic songs playing in my ears and the thought of singing those songs also made me feel ridiculously lazy. I kept her waiting for a long time and could see her expression changing each time I looked at her (lazily). She almost flushed red when I brought a pile of books, magazines, photo albums etc and scattered them on the table where she sat waiting for me and said “Enjoy reading”. After an unspecified delay, I was unwillingly ready.
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Honestly, I go to her place only to pamper the cute pet she owns. Dogs and cats make me happy, like a lot. Right now I don’t own either of them because of some unnecessary restrictions. It was an awesome day with zoyi. Zoyi? It’s the name of the dog. I’ve been to her place twice, once when zoyi was a pup and again now after it seemed a lil grown up. As soon as zoyi saw me it barked, which actually made me alert and my laziness vanished just for five seconds. But my eyes didn’t stop looking around for a better place to sit lazily, somewhere near the window. But zoyi was barking at me and made me wonder if I looked like a monster? I checked myself so many times. Zoyi is my hair scaring you baby dog, baby dog I mean? My friend’s family members explained zoyi being annoyed at new comers, which made me smile (lazily).
But my friend’s family members are the loveliest people I have ever met in life. They treated me like I was someone very special to them and my laziness which was following me all the way from my home passed out of sight very quickly. They were very certain that I would join them for lunch. I wasn’t hungry so was hesitant at first. I told them I wouldn’t eat anything, I looked up after two blinks from where I sat and found everyone standing and staring me in the face with blank expressions. I just had to say “OK”. And then the food was served. Pamper me, compliment me, but don’t feed me when I am not hungry, please *sob sob*. I didn’t feel out of place at all. I was more comfortable and cheerful.
Later in the evening I took zoyi for a walk, in fact people thought zoyi was taking me for a walk (he he). It was a fun-lazy-day, with oodles of pamper which flushed the negative thoughts off my mind and kept me alive with the fact that “I’m Special”.
I got back home and was back to the normal mode – lazy!
Yesterday I’ve been doing nothing apart from reading blogs which has become addictive than a novel these days, am sure most of you agree to it. After reading as many blogs possible, I logged in to my yahoo to check if I have received something new. I have 200 unread messages at the moment in my inbox after deleting 1000 unread messages the other day. And I did religiously read some of the mails for the reason that I didn’t want to refuse to pay attention to some of those sent by old friends, while the rest were just ads that I had to disregard. Well, ads regarding baby-sitters. What do I have to do with such mails anyway? I didn’t find any mail which said “I Miss you a lot,” from anyone, rather found a lot of forwarded e-mails, which displays a list of 200 email addresses as soon as it’s opened and you have to scroll down and down and down to read the original message. Well, someone starts forwarding that e-mail to the bunch of readers in their list and it goes on and on and ends up laying in my inbox for many months and, I? Just delete it without reading. So, finally I’ve decided to keep my yahoo inbox neat and follow the process of deleting those silly ads for a while now.
Sandy: hiiiiii (Long hi, eh)?
Me: Hi?
Sandy: How are you?
Me: ?
Sandy: I hope u remember me, if not it’s all right!
Me: I don't. I'm sorry!
Sandy: I'm from Chandigarh, we had a chat, remember?
Me: No? (blank)
Sandy: You were an engineering student.
Me: Neh (I was a commerce student).
Sandy: Well but I know you were from Gujrat.
Me: Oh is it? (I am not from gujrat dude).
Sandy: And you're the eldest in the family.
Me: (ha, I'm the youngest) what?
Sandy: I know you're father has some.... car business.....
Me: Really?
Sandy: Yeah, see I remember everything about you!
Me: Bad memory dude, try it on someone else.
Sandy: So, how are you?
Ignore user, Report sandy as spam
(This is what basically happens, when you add people you don't know and login after so many years.)
It so much reminded me of a post I read recently about yahoo chat rooms in one of a very sweet bloggers blogposts, which made me laugh so much(you may also want to read it here). Chatting on yahoo is like to be in “CONFUSION” for a while, you won’t know whom to reply to and sometimes send messages to the wrong person, and say “Oops that wasn’t for you.” I’m estimating my yahoo ID to be 10-12 years old now, and don’t remember creating it myself. But when I was in school I didn’t know what blogging was all about? And was never aware of any social network, I only survived logging in on yahoo account and feel happy to get those stupid ads as well. And all I remember I did was to accept friend requests only if I liked the name, which is sanely insane. Well as a kid I used to do it. Now I know the t&c’s (not to accept requests if I don’t know the person). Apart from keeping my inbox neat, I have also decided to clean my yahoo messenger list.
This is it about the friends I have on my yahoo list and the weird mails I get.
I like birthdays because I get to eat lots of cake. I’m cake obsessed! Well, I was all happy and pampered Immu for a while because he’s my darling. I’ve known him since his day one on this earth. I don’t pretty well get along with kids, though I love them unconditionally. I used to play with Immu till he grew up because we were neighbors too, after we moved to our new house many years ago, we had no time to spend together. I’m happy for this fatso who is an inch taller to me and 12 years younger, wow! I spent my evening with him playing Mario. Remembering the days I used to fight with bro to get a chance to play Mario because we had only one computer in those days. I’m still a kid if I’m surrounded by kids; I can’t get rid of those old things about me - pillow fight, dancing on the bed, bursting balloons, running around and blah! Yes, never to forget I had lots of cake and also am afraid to catch cold because I got wet in rain today, yay!
Happy birthday boy!
