It's been a roller-coaster wave, this 2008. Amongst other exciting events, I got married, left my house, quit my job, completed Call Of Duty 4, downloaded Memento, watched Ghajini, learned to use a coffee maker, saved money, spent some more, panned Rab Ne..., ate tons of Subway melt, swore upon the South Indian, enjoyed Uno and started reading about writing.Today marks my two month shaadi anniversary.
I've had plenty of time to settle in. People often ask me the stupidest of rhetorical questions about marriage - I've really resisted head slamming them with my quintessential acidic remarks. Now, as the 6th floor of Poseidon, my new residency begins to recognize me, I've slowly come to terms with all the decisions I've made. I'm more comfortable with my pin code now. Firm conviction does comes with a side dish of repercussion - and I'm loving it.
I'm my own person now.
I'm smarter. I'm wiser. And I'm more ambitious than ever. I jump started the drive within. My spark plugs are waiting to strike a barrel of over-priced recession-proof crude oil to blast me out of here. The ride home to Bandra, begins today. I don't want to be in Bandra because I'm a snob. I also don't want to be there because all my friends live there. I'm not a seaside person and I'm not one to gauge the sway of the real estate. It's not where I live, it's who I am. Like Hiro Nakamura would say, "I'm ready for my spirit walk "jaaa-ney."
So I'm going to make it all count now. I'm going to blog, I'm going to write, I'm going to direct and I'm going to be happy. I'll morning walk, I'll kid myself, I'll gym some and then some more, 'll read, I'll heed and I'll do the deed.
...I can already see the shoreline
