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How some people churn out posts & good ones at that with unfailing regularity, I will never know. I've tried it and the end result has always been something so malignant that the writer in me recoils at the very idea of something like that making it's way onto a public forum. Even today, I've tried to write up something suitable, on a number of themes, all of which have been flushed down the virtual commode almost as quickly as they were typed. At this juncture, if any bright beans among you wish to enquire how I'm spending time at work attempting to blog, desist.

When it comes to the whole dating-relationship-feelings shipwreck, I seem to have wised up in the last month. Part of that is down to the figurative roller-coaster ride I experienced. Amusingly enough, I got off the ride feeling nauseous and unsteady, swearing I'd never ever get on it again. But that roller-coaster is addictive... and as a friend of mine put it, no one asked me to get on in the first place. I suppose it would be better to view it as a watershed moment; understanding & more importantly, accepting that adulthood can be filled with moments like these reduces the whole dramatic tempest to a mill-pond. When I say wised up, I mean that I now know that people are selfish and allow for that to be a huge factor in any potential relationship. As an adult, you make adult choices...

After what seems like an eternity but what has typically been about 6 months, I may just have found a real live saxophone instructor in Bombay. After speaking to him, the thought did cross my mind that I ought to have picked a less expensive instrument to fall in love with. Like the triangle, for instance. The horn itself cost me a packet. Getting it into playing condition wasn't cheap either & now I shall have to part with quite a few doubloons to take lessons. Which, thankfully, I don't worry about so much, because I am at least able to pursue a passion. Not everyone is that lucky. Come to think of it, not everyone even thinks about what they're passionate about. Enough said, methinks.

Song for the moment: I feel a change comin' on - Bob Dylan

Comments

singhs log said…
The Sax talk.. Again!!!
Hope its the only blowing youll be doing...
girish said…
one never knows, amigo.

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