Tomorrow's dreams today!

It's that time of the year when Kahlil Gibran's wisdom of 'Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream' is about to burst with the hope and aspirations and wishes of 2 billion voices around the globe.

Well, let's just celebrate living shall we?

So, hey, wassup for New Year's? Where you going Mister God? Who're you going with? Which party? Rock da party Mista God, but don't drink and drive.

By the way, what's your poison Mista God? Oh well, at least I asked.

Egads!

That's the first thought that came into my head now.

Why? Cause I was wondering about some titles for this post and realized I'd probably used it all up at idiosyncrazies. And then another thought whispered into my ear, "So how different is this blog going to be from idiosyncrazies?" And I just curled my lip downward like the Yahoo smiley icons :( and shrugged my shoulder and let the answer just be.

Let's just wait and watch the developments shall we?

For starters, have you ever wondered if, when you fart, say while huffing and puffing at the treadmill at the gym, if there are air bubbles and the fabric in that area kind of puckers up as a sign for everyone else? Like if you farted in a swimming pool, you'd see the bubbles right? Something about the gas with H2O?

Oh well! At least I asked.

Stumped!

I was on vacation in the Eastern part of the country and the one week I spent travelling with my mother generated enough content in my head that could fuel at least 10 odd posts or topics for discussion.

But now when I actually sit down to write, I'm stumped. Of course I will write my travelogue. Of course.

Lots of X'masy kind of bonhomie and cheer floating around in the city. Blinking lights, glittering shop windows, sad looking Santas shaking hands with adoring kids and shoppers, shoppers and more shoppers everywhere. Phew! Oops, I forgot the SMSes. That too.

And check out the HP ad for their lap-tops. It's about the New Age Santa travelling with his cool lap-top and the things it can do to help him do his thinggie. Oh well, the world is moving too fast and a world as depicted in Minority Report or perhaps Fifth Element is on the anvil.

Whatever, wherever, however, let's just hail the years ahead and Season's Greetings to all. Just enjoy and go with the flow!

Vacation time!

Everyone needs a break. It's time for mine. Hope when I get back, I feel whole. It's about time to mend the broken.

Cheers!

Prologue!

Prologue vs. epilogue - same difference as beginning and end, first and last, now and later.

So as prologues go, which means the beginning, am hoping that this blog here will herald a new beginning. Of thought. Of luck. Of attitude. Of me.

That it wil be the harbinger of lots of smiles. That the old blog, will give way to this scrubbed clean, new one. That though the old one has been an urn for all my idiosyncrasies, this new one here will be also be a kettle for all things essentially me. It's tough to let go. But some things have got to be done. Pages when turned always reveal new words, new plots, new characters, leading inexorably towards the end.

Let's see how goes this book here. Can I do it?

Hmmm....

Jolly Good!

A new beginning at the end of the year. Could it be better? Well, let's hope it is.