Life - then and now..

Somehow writing in broad daylight, with the world around steeped in normalcy, seems like a daunting task.

In the last few days, I -

..Was part of a school re-union - his, as part of the 'WAG' gang. Made me long for one of my own. I long to bask in the collective reminiscences of the women who were so much a part of my life then. My own memories don't do justice to my childhood.
..Sat around with some people from my team and my Boss, and drank. Like I have often said, sales is a combination of the three Ds - danda, dimaag and daaru, not necessarily in that order. Why daaru? It is an enabler to bonding, which leads to passion, without which Sales is not possible.
..Watched the three idiots. And liked it. And got excited over the fact that it was shot at B. And that I could recognize a few of the people in the frame as juniors. Liked Aamir Khan's acting - that man really tries and most often, succeeds.
..Partied the night away and decided that Eristoff is rather strong for my Absolut tastes.
..Flew to Delhi and realized that Delhi is less cold this year.

Saw some really awesome advertising for movies. Love, Sex and Dhoka - the 3-D eye that follows you from the hoarding. Sherlock Holmes - the cardboard house hoarding with doors and windows that open and shut. Neat. Is it a testimony to me being an engineer that I am fascinated by things that slide/click/turn precisely and exactly into their holes?

Maybe it is a testimony to me being a 'marketeer' that makes me so enthusiastic about searching for patterns in human behavior.

I had a brilliant 2009, one of the best ever. In retrospect, 2008 and 2009 feel like the years that changed the course of my life.

Leaping, frolicking, gushing with life
The spring raced its way down the mountain
Selecting paths at its whim and fancy
Taking along all who came
Not looking back for those who didn't
Motion being the motto if its existence

But one day the landscape changed
Greener, gentler, and still
Birds, wind and trees
The spring could now hear sounds
Other than just its own roaring rush
No longer racing against time, it fell to thinking

With a jerk, it realized that a spring it no longer was
Falling in love with the flora and fauna
Inside its vast waters, looking to it for sustainence
In love, most of all, with the bank that kept it company
Guiding it, defining course
And holding it in its protective embrace