Remembering bygone days

Back in COK to attend a long lost friends wedding. When I arrived home ( train was late, as usual ), Ma pounced on me and after our cursory hug and shake dance, dragged me upstairs to my room, and quite promptly asked me to clean up and discard all the old books and heaps of collections that I had acquired all these years. T'was in this heap that I met my old book of poems... doodles and idlings during my late school days. Should admit I was quite a romantic back then, reading thru those pages. Some I shudde at how I joined such a mis-match of words, and some still feel credible enough to survive out now.

Promises

Ok go ahead, bicker on my face or behind my back, sure am guilty so no hiding it. Been close to a year since I even thought of dusting the cobwebs of my blog, so it is right to say that I deserve it. Well, perhaps u may not know it .. but Rosh, ur initiation to blogging has brought upon this post. Which again leads to the everlasting false promises I keep making to my self, that from this time on, I will be more regular and on and on and blah blah.



I hav oft wondered why do we keep making promises to ourselves. What is the point of New Year resols, b'day promises and the like? It this really an attempt to change something that is so very basic and deeply nested within us? They say old habits die hard, but is there really a point to it all? Question yourself - how many such have you made and honoured to the last? It starts with good intentions, no doubt. But if you can not - and more importantly - WILL NOT fulfill it, then why make such a promise?



Yet we all live in a fanciful world where wishes and dreams have no end, Slumdog being the most apt tribute to this very fact. And it is with this very same hope, that even inspite of knowing this is very well meant to be broken by tomorrow at the earliest ... I here by promise to be more regular in blogging my thoughts, dreams, frustrations and the like.



Well, cheers to tomorrow, or next year perhaps ... c ya when i c ya