The Little Sweatshop of Thoughts

i think i know why my dad preaches to me ‘roshni, bring some routine to your life’. for as long as i have known, my dad symbolises work life. it is all clockwork and there is a certain constant hum to his day to day activities, like the ambient noise of the air conditioner. so after nearly a week at work, i feel as though i have been sucked into this unknown place called routine.

wakeup. gym. breakfast. commute. work. lunch. work. teabreak. work. commute. bathe. dinner. tv. sleep

a skip in that rhythm and you are all off kilter. which happened on tuesday and painfully reminded me that time is money and sleep is meant to be lost in the long run. :/

Updated my page of travels! Not very up to date as I am going from my travels dated April 05 on forth.

Moments from around the world

Comments welcome!

well, it’s time i got back onto earth.

back to the realities of work and the certainties of life. since the last time i wrote, i have travelled NZ and Hong Kong, experienced some heart break and felt some of those good feelings that are kept for us when we get into relationships. but i never wrote them down, perhaps because I am never comfortable coming forth with my exact feelings. another reason why i write down phrases and paragraphs that resonate with me from the books that i read.

but one thing i realise, hence forth, things are not going to be the same. the spectre of responsibility which i try to keep evading is finally closing in on me. i have no choice but to give up and move on with it. responsibility is instantly sobering and its not a wonder that most of our entertainment activities revolve around the intoxication of our senses, literally and figuratively. i’m excited about what’s to come in this next chapter even though a lot of the future is covered in the dark clouds of the unknown. and there is no light yet.

i missed writing in this little journal.