Happy Birthday, Hunny!

I spent a little time yesterday with Hunny and her family.

Wait, let me set this up first.

She'd called us home for a little birthday get together around 5:30. I'd been stuck at work till some 8pm (of course). I work in Domlur and she lives in Malleswaram. So I was outrageously late already, and was going to be even more so by the time I got there. On top of that, I didn't have a gift. I didn't even have flowers. I searched, but obviously there weren't going to be decent flowers around that late in the evening.

So there I am, walking in around 9pm, the last person to arrive. There was just one guest remaining. And all I get is such a warm welcome that I can't help but stand there a little flabbergasted. Aunty thanks me for coming home "from so far away at this time" and Uncle and Brother, while trying to watch the match (which I had interrupted), try to make me feel at home by offering me food and drink. And taking pictures of me wearing this purple wig that was quite popular at that moment (hehe..). Anyway.

It was while I was trying to not to feel guilty for blatantly interrupting family time on Saturday night that I realized this family might be the loveliest I've ever met. I've known them for a few years, going to Hunny's house a few times since we became friends in college. They just have to be the nicest, sweetest, most loving family I know. Uncle is this quietly strong man, and Aunty is just the sweetest thing. It's from her that Hunny gets the obsessive compulsive smiling. From what she's said and written about, they have a loving and caring relationship that makes me believe a marriage actually can stay happy over the years. It makes me knock on wood every time I think about how perfect their world seems.

Brother is this cool dude who I don't know very well, but seems to be the adorable gentle bear type. And Hunny, of course, is just this cheery, happy-go-lucky girl who only has good things to say about most people.

I wish the little bubble of joy they've created for themselves lasts forever. I honestly hope it lasts forever. They deserve only all the joy life can offer them, and I hope it showers down like nobody's business.

And Hunny, if you ever need anything taken care of (you know what I'm talking about, girl), just let your friends know. We're all here, ready to make sure that you stay happy. The universe will take care of you. :)

Escape

I'm going through a silly song phase. I've been getting hooked to one nonsensical (but so much fun!) track after another.

1. Cascada - Evacuate the dance floor
2. Pretty much every Lady Gaga song
4. Cobra Starship - Hot mess
5. Kesha - Tick tock
6. Sexy bitch (yes, I'm still hooked to this one)
7. Timbaland and JT - Carry you out
8. 50 Cent and Ne-Yo - Baby by me

If you haven't heard any of these songs, please do listen. You'll get what I mean by silly. Each of those songs is perfect for letting your hair down and dancing and just having some good ol' fun.

Although, "Baby by me" is more repetitive than silly. Fiddy raps yet again about wanting a good woman who will have a baby by him. The point is oh-so-smooth Ne-Yo's chorus. That one is growing on me.

I've come to realize though, that my song - and I mean my song - is 'Soul to Squeeze' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. There's something extra special about RHCP when they go mellow; they have a very soothing quality. Every line in "Soul to Squeeze" is me at this point in my life. And when I listen to that song everything miraculously makes sense. All my little worries and tiny anxieties evaporate. And all I care about is that song in that moment and how I don't need to go crazy thinking about everything all at once.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOGBIxuc0y8

Enjoy. :)

Me and My Fat Soul

My burnt out mind is screaming for a break. Some sort of outlet for all the repressed energy... No, all the forgotten energy. Everything I've forgotten I was capable of. Everything I've forgotten I wanted to achieve, accomplish, tick off my list of Things To Do.

Life's a bitch. Well, sometimes. You set out with hope and excitement and enthusiasm. Don't get me wrong, I still have all those things. But now, it's punctuated more often than I like to admit with healthy doses of frustration, helplessness and, frequently, just plain old exhaustion.

I'm a little tired of working 14 hour days. I wish I was paid more. Actually, I wish I could use my own hard-earned money on myself more.

As I typed that out I heard how selfish I sounded. But, hey, I think I've earned the right to be a little self-centered.

Oh, don't worry. The guilt will follow. Inevitably. Heh.

I'm a little tired of wishing I could do this and wishing I could do that. I want a holiday. The last one I had was the weekend in Coorg. So much fun! When was that? I don't remember.

I'm a little tired of wishing I had plans, activities, something besides work to keep myself occupied. But that's my own fault. I should make more of an effort to have a life outside work. I think I'm just too lazy to try harder.

Maybe that's why I'm going at this again. Just trying to give my thoughts a voice. I silence them frequently these days, almost unconsciously. Why do I do that? Is it because it's more convenient, because it's easier to not have to deal with them?

My soul is now officially fat. And I'm not comfortable with that. So I'm going to try and do something about it, try and stretch it out and loosen the hinges a little. Now, before I go back to status quo.

Let's see if this works.