during my school days i used to love sundays the most and wished that everyday was a sunday.there were instances when i prayed god to make bandh's,dharnas and strikes(by various political parties) successful inorder to redeem an unofficial holiday.(heights of devotion...!!!).holidays were special.public holidays were colourful and vibrant.a holiday due to demise of a well known personality seemed to be a rebirth for me.

everything is gone.the colour of sunday mornings(though literally,physically and visually its the same the peceptional contrast was far from normal during those days and it was quite special),the bliss of freedom,the joy of standing in long ques for grabbing a tofee on independence days,the excitement of watching a movie on sunday evenings ,everything is gone.may be gone for ever.everything seems to be in sepia.life has become mechanical,materialistic and routine.

mechanical and materialistic are ok with me.but routine is something i really hate.i always wanted my life to be something like a FM radio.you would never know what you are gonna listen the next second.it may be ur favourite number or the one u never wanted to hear in your life.but it a mix and u'll get all the flavours.how thrilling it would be....!!!!.

hoping to make my life colourful.....

ritz.

currently reading:straight from the gut by jack welch

just finished:three mistakes of my life by chetan bhagat

screw it let's do it by richard branson