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Ten days and zero posts. What does that mean? Firstly, general frustration and restlessness has decreased a little. So, there was hardly anything to vent out. And secondly, I have been busy with 'real' work this week and didn't get time for blogging.

It is not by chance that I am feeling better and focussing on things which need my attention. I managed to grab some inspiration from different sources. One of those is special. I cannot express my gratitude in words. And specially not here on my blog. Thanks A. I will do it!

I started working on the document which will end this phase of my life. (No, it is not a suicide note!). Till now I am liking it. It will be my child, my creation...

Apart from that, time was spent in some other things too. Went for lunch at a colleagues place. (I love train-travelling sans the crowd). Had a farewell dinner with 2 of my close friends at my favourite place. Saw a movie (Dus Kahaniyan) and liked it. 3 of the stories were disappointing. I really liked 3 stories. Will write about it sometime. I didn't know that the soundtrack has some really good songs. I like "Kaala-peela tola kya" and "Bhula diya". Bought the DVD of TZP and saw the bonus features. Will write about it too.

Hmmm....what else? Haan, I am happy about something else too. I am improving in some other areas too (lot of improvement is required here). Since the time I have become slightly more vocal and stopped taking shit from people I am feeling so good about myself. My quota for tolerance is over now.
Breaking News: Somebody got a taste of it yesterday.

Nothing else. Will be back with updates soon.


Koffee beanzz said…
Guess what, Saggi! My blog entry has been nil too, for the past 2 weeks :D
AK said…
parivartan ......... hmmmm ..... accha hai

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