Happy New Year?

This year is ending. Nothing new I could say. Why?
We have the same old New Year Resolutions and vows to ourselves for a better versions of what we are. They might not even survive post a week of celebratory felicitations.
But I still have made one. One to shut up! If you know me, you'd know it a gargantuan task. However, when I say I will shut up, I mean I will not talk out of turn, and not post random comments on Facebook. I will try to be a better listener to my friends and maybe the family too. I ramble a lot and you can see the posts I have put up are lots of the rambling rants.

Again, don't these rambling rants become fodder for the inane? I think so. So what the heck! I'll do the only thing I happen to be bearable at. And that is Ramble in the Bronx!
So much for a new year resolution! Ha!

When I grow up...

As a kid, we are all asked what we would like to be when we grow up. The generic answers being teacher, doctor, lawyer or astronaut. depending on our immediate environment. However, there are a few kids who say the darndest things like a rockstar, cricketer or one of the three musketeers (some have been mouseketeers, but getting to the point). We all are expected to have jobs that we have been subconsciously trained to do. How? when was the last time you went ahead to your parent and said, I want to be a wildlife photographer. I'm sure if you happen to be an Asian kid, you've got glares that are colder than the arctics. That's because, according to them, you are a kid who doesn't know the "value" of a desk job where you are in a cushy job. 

I quit my job. I am not saying you should too but I haven't been happier. I've made an impression alright. An impression of my derriere on the seat. Nothing else. I never took leaves, been to office on time, yada yada yada... Then my friends struck me. Not the realisation mind you. (It dawned on me after I left!) 

I was working and getting cozy in the warm security blanket the company was offering but, was I happy? Did I truly lead myself into believing that I was living the hi-life? Guilty as charged. 

I studied and earned a degree in Mass communications because as a 14 year old, i knew i wanted to be in   Media. whatever form as long as it was creatively satisfying. As a 22 year old, I am now letting go of the gumption and letting my parents decide that a cushy job is better than being between jobs and creative passions are weekend affairs! My aims to be a travel writer or a photographer are now being regaled as a journalist for a local newspaper by my parents. I guess i am at fault here. 

I am inspired to do something different. I need to take hold of my life and not be like them and say," I wish my parents let me be a successful copywriter." I am on a break from my boring corporate self and letting the inner bohemian do her thing! Even the voices in my head are cheering me on! 

When I grow up, I want to be my 14 year old self!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urGJLl1Iol8

Sun le...

Milte kuch saahilon ko kinara jahaan,
Milte hain kuch saaye bhi wahaan. 
Jaana na hai mujhe kahin door,
Bas, yaadon mein dabke, nahi hona hai choor.
O majhi mere le chal wahin us kinare, 
Jo gair apne bhi ho aur ho paraye...