Ishqiya

Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan,

woh jo behte the, aabshaar kahan?

While I listen to Rekha Bhardwaj croon to this heartwarming rendition, I cant thank the couple enough for this beautiful gift. I was dying to get distracted from the sickly boring PMBOK. There is a bizarre satisfaction I draw out of wasting my time when there is very little of it.

My world has been yearning for a ghazal that'll give me wings and inspire me to fly high into my magical moments of the past. As my heart waits for every new day of my life, there is very little that I can see through.

Starting over

Amidst my preparation for project management certification exam, which is barely 4 days away, I am finding myself day dreaming, introspecting, retrospecting, craving chocolate cake (which i usually hate) and more of the likes that can happily waste my time without any energy quotient involved.

Finally, I decided that it's just best to find a creative outlet for my current weirdness and start writing again. Being indecisive is a gift from my zodiac sign, and my writing capabilities take a hit for the same very reason. What should I write about? How do I present it? or even the choice of words for that matter. As a result, I said bye bye to 10 years, gathering courage to break out of the cynical-to-thyself mode to pick up my pen again. (Keyboard as it is called now)

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