Because it's February

A whole host of my friends are getting married this year and their chance to play host causes within me great unease. While one wishes one's friends a wonderfully wonderful married life, the anxiety of (should I really put it on record?) the "impossible" possibility of not being present for so many of their weddings is something that gnaws at the soul, one nibble at a time. How does one miss a wedding (no doubt a once in a lifetime event) without losing a friend? All my attempts to wiggle out of any sticky situation citing professional commitments are met with a sort of insidious, cynical laughter that seems to suggest, "well, I know you could do it to X (and you should!), but don't you give this bullshit to me." Such endearing pleas sometimes make me question my own humanity. What sort of a friend am I to be so inconsiderate as to not plan my itinerary with more deft and diligence. Yet, yet.

Before this post starts to read like an advance apology letter, I should clarify, rather remind my friends of my dismal record in planning, absolutely anything at all. It's something I am not proud of but I would plead to the offended parties to dismiss such behaviour as a forgivable idiosyncrasy and I am banking on my many idiosyncrasies to bail me out this year. "Friends," I vulgarly quote myself "can never be counted out to be counted back in. And attend-my-wedding-or-I-will-not-like-you-anymore is definitely up there with other form of emotional torture." Best wishes.

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Meanwhile, office work that should have been completed long back and should be unambiguously attended to as I write this, sits next to me; a mocking reminder of my complete failure to start with it. I just can't bring myself to do it. I feel like I could just about do everything else on earth right now except the one thing that helps me pay my bills. It's very instructive, possibly destructive. But when have I learnt? Worse is, I actually like my work! Still, still.

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I have now made a point to henceforth end my posts on a happy note. So if you like some music, hope you enjoy this song. Who else but my favourite musician, guitar player and songwriter Mark Knopfler. "Can't know the story, can't feel the pain... and all of the glory, all surround him like rain." You've gotta listen to this once and while you're at it check out the soothing saxophone at the end ... Mark Knopfler has this obsession with sailors and ships... "Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer... Been away roamin', far away from here." Anyone who uses a word like balladeer in a song in today's world is a certified genius. Good Night 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zmeALNdDz4&feature=related