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A Date - Part 1

“Good Morning. How is everything? Did you manage to have an early breakfast date with yourself?”

I was on the bed in a hotel room in Jakarta when that SMS woke me up. I only managed to get a very few hours of sleep that night. Even in that, my mind went churning non-stop on some meaningless, unconnected things. I was literally aware of all that turmoil in the half sleep, twisting and tossing through it.

Back to the SMS. All the SMS I get usually are with a single consistent purpose - my colleagues trying to find my whereabouts. Note - none of them is a hot babe. (This is altogether a different topic - how come no hot chick in this whole damn world manages to become an IT architect!!) Oh, for a change, I do occasionally get some irritating marketing campaigns. So, it is not a wonder that this message sprang me awake like a Maasai Warrior. (Maasai are an African tribe famous for their ability to rise from the deepest sleep to a state of total combat readiness in a matter of seconds).

It is indeed sensational and orgasmic (and both) to have a morning where you feel so invincible - you treat, pamper yourself and is eager to face the day to bring it down to your knees. Isn't it?

When I had some time, I set to introspect how my usual mornings were. It was a revelation. My mornings had usually been un-sensational, un-orgasmic (and both) that I had already lost the battle with the day and was crawling backwards on my knees.

Usually, such scenarios turn you into a mad man or a philosopher (or both). What is my (mad) philosophy? In the next post….

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  1. UnknownAugust 25, 2010 at 11:08 PM

    I kinda understand what u mean ....As I always tell u r chosen one u see. .when there are so many ppl asking "y me" with a frowning face... am sure u r the one who tells "y me" with smiling face.. :-) i will wait for the sequel post though

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  2. Raja SPAugust 30, 2010 at 11:02 PM

    Thanks V, you had always been very encouraging. In fact, I am more like 'y me' and scratching my head non-stop. (That explains my hair loss too). Thanks much for reading.

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